When Jessica hadn't returned my call after a week, I decided to try emailing her.
"Dear Jessica," I typed, "I had hoped to talk with you after what happened in Katherine's 'class,' but you left in such a hurry that I didn't get a chance. That was one of the most amazing experiences of my life, from Katherine's lecture to the delicious end. I would love to sit down with you over coffee or something and talk about it."
I had debated whether to ask her to dinner or not and decided that email was not the best communication method for that. Of course, since she wouldn't call me back, it was all I had. Coffee seemed to be a more casual suggestion, even though I didn't drink coffee. I typed my name as a signature and clicked Send.
I got a reply from Jessica that evening that said, simply, "I'd rather not talk about it. Jess." I sat at my computer, staring at the screen for several minutes before typing a reply. "Jessica: OK, how about we get together for coffee as friends and talk about something else?" I looked at that for several minutes, my mouse cursor hovering over the Send button before moving it, closing the message, and deleting it from my Drafts folder.
I couldn't imagine what her problem was. The sex was absolutely mind blowing, the best I'd ever had by a wide margin. There was a magical connection between us. Surely she had to have felt it too? Maybe she just needed some time to realize it.
The summer sessions began the following week. There are fewer drawing classes, so the teachers schedule their own models rather than have the model coordinator do it. I had made sure that each teacher had my contact information, and I was called to model on the second day of classes. It was a fun session with lots of short gesture poses, so I got to move around a lot. Late in the class, when I was settled into a twenty minute seated pose, my mind wandered to the last time I had been in that room, posing with Jessica and meeting Katherine. That led to thinking about the incredible experience in Katherine's sexuality research.
The sound of three or four female students coughing in tandem stirred me out of my reverie. I glanced down at myself and saw that I was almost erect. My penis had been lying against my thigh, but now it was trying to lift up in the air with each beat of my heart. Shit! I started thinking about baseball and how badly the Rangers were doing just a few years after their two World Series appearances. Two girls had smirks on their faces when I glanced at them. I looked around for the teacher, didn't see her, and hoped that she hadn't been in the room. My penis settled down, and I kept my thoughts away from Katherine and Jessica for the rest of the class.
"Great job," Kelly told me after the class ended when I had her sign my timesheet. "Can you come back Monday?"
"Sure," I replied, happy that my momentary erection hadn't cost me any bookings with her.
When I got back to the models' undressing/dressing room, I had a voice mail on my cell phone from a number I didn't recognize.
"Dan, this is Katherine Tate. I apologize for not getting back with you sooner, but I've been swamped with analyzing responses. I would love to have you come to my office and talk about your participation in my project. Please give me a call back so we can schedule something."
I dialed her number immediately, still in my robe.
"Katherine," I said after she answered. "This is Dan."
"Hi Dan, how are you?"
"I'm good. Sorry I missed your call. I just got out of a drawing class."
"That's OK. I was wondering if you had some time to talk."
"Sure." I wasn't taking any summer classes myself, so my schedule consisted of modeling during the day whenever I could get a gig and working at my job at the parts desk at Pep Boys three evenings a week.
"And actually, I have some time right now. Since you're already on campus."
"Sounds great," I said, eager to ask her about Jessica.
Katherine gave me the building and room number of her office, and I threw my clothes on, slung my bag over my shoulder, and made my way across campus. Her office was medium size with a small reception area for a secretary or student worker. That front desk was empty, so I went straight into her inner office. Katherine was studying something on her computer screen but looked up when I walked in.
"Dan, so nice to see you. That didn't take very long." She stood, stepped around her desk and gave me a hug, then motioned me to sit in the chair across from her desk.
"I walk fast when I'm going somewhere I want to go," I said with a smile.
We both sat, and she looked at me across her desk.
"I'm glad," she said. We said looking at each other in awkward silence before she continued. "Like I said, I wanted to do a follow up interview with you. What has it been, two weeks?"
"Almost."
Katherine looked down at some papers on her desk. "What did you think of the class?"
"It was amazing. I mean, well, you saw what happened. Jessica..." I struggled to find the words, but Katherine just nodded.
"Yes, the two of you were amazing together."
"Did you do a follow up with Jessica?"
"Yes, briefly. And it was only over the phone. She went back to Lubbock for the summer."
"She did?" I hadn't meant to sound so uninformed, but the words had just come out.
"Yes. Have you not talked with her?"
I shook my head. "I left her a voice mail, but she never returned the call."
"Hmmm. Well, she had some very mixed feelings about what happened. She was rather embarrassed. You do know that she thought she had peed on you?"
I shook my head again.
"Apparently, she didn't know about her special talent. It took you to bring that out in her. Let me tell you, the class and I had a long discussion on female ejaculation after lunch." She smiled and shook her head. "It was educational."
"It didn't mess up your study, did it?" I asked.
"Oh no. I got some amazing data back from those students. I am so grateful to you and Jessica."
"So you had wanted us to have sex then?"
"Oh yes. The major focus of my study was voyeurism, and people's reactions to seeing unexpected sexual acts. They knew they were going to see a demonstration of anatomy, but what you and Jessica did was a surprise to them."
"How did you know she and I would...you know?" I couldn't quite voice the words.
"Oh, I knew. I could tell by the way she responded to you on the model stand."
"Really?" I said. I hadn't sensed anything but stand-offishness from Jessica before Katherine's class.
"Oh yes." Katherine smiled at me. "The main question I have is, would you do a class like that again?"
"Absolutely," I said without hesitation.
"Even just the first part, the anatomy lecture?"
I thought about how stimulating it was to stand naked in front of those students sporting a full erection. "Sure."
"Even if you were the only model there? No female; just you."
"Sure," I repeated.
"Would you do it for your regular modeling rate? What is it, twenty an hour?"
It was actually fifteen an hour at this particular university, although I knew that other schools paid twenty. I thought about the two hundred she had paid me for that session, and how I had felt like I was stealing. Nothing that fun should pay that much, I had thought. I shrugged and said, "Yeah."
"With an erection?"
"That was part of the deal."
Katherine nodded. "Would you masturbate for the class if I needed you to show them an ejaculation?"
I thought about that first meeting with Katherine, how she had suggested that very thing after she had seen me nude on the model stand in that art class. Just talking about it now had me straining against the fly of my pants. "Whatever you wanted," I said, and I immediately thought I sounded far too submissive.
Katherine smiled. "You just came from an art class. Do you ever need to masturbate after a class?"
I shrugged, not wanting to admit anything to her. But honestly, it was quite often that I popped one off right after getting home after a class. There was nothing sexual in the class, but once it was over, thinking about the girls in class studying my cock and balls often got me worked up.
"Do you know why I spent so much time and effort doing a study on sexual voyeurism?" she asked me.
"I don't know. It was something you could get funding for, I guess."
Katherine laughed. "Do you know how hard I had to work to get the funding I did get? No, this study interests me because I am a sexual voyeur. Ever since I was a little girl, when I found my dad's stash of porn. Magazines, VHS, whatever. Watching has always fascinated me."
It only made sense that professors would study what interests them, especially if that interest affected them personally. But I couldn't figure out why she was telling me this.
"You are obviously an exhibitionist," she continued. "And I'm a voyeur. And you need a release after your art classes."
"What are you saying?" I asked, but I was starting to get the picture.
