Note: This is chapter 2. If you want to start at the beginning check out chapter 1.
Kara hadn't actually meant to grab his penis like that. In the moment, she hadn't even thought about it. But now that she had done it, she was worried. What if he was offended? What if he quit because of it?
They still didn't know each other's phone numbers, so Kara didn't have any way of checking in with him. Strangely, not knowing his number kept things from feeling too intimate, despite the fact that she had just watched him ejaculate.
And that was something she kept thinking about. There's no question it was arousing. She spent the whole day thinking about what had happened and replaying the moment where he ejaculated. There had just been a few drops at first, and it hadn't come out with much force at all, just kind of dribbled out--and this was what she was expecting--but then his whole penis had pulsed and the white stuff had come out like it was under pressure. And it wasn't just once. There had been three or four strong spurts.
It was the first time she had seen him ejaculate--the first time she had seen any man ejaculate--but she had the sense that it was different than the other times he had done it. For one, the cup was nowhere near as full on the other days when he brought it out of the bathroom. And second, He usually didn't make much sound at all. This time he had groaned aloud. At least, she was pretty sure he had. Although, to be honest, she wasn't paying attention to the sounds he made at that moment.
Kara had trouble sleeping that night and was very nervous the next morning. She and Octavia usually talked as they both were in the kitchenette making breakfast and lunches for the day. But Kara was so worried about whether Matt would show that she didn't say a word.
'Kara,' said Octavia, using the mothering tone she often adopted with Kara. 'I don't want to make you nervous, but what are you going to do about your research project?'
Kara had been careful to ask Matt to come by at a time when Octavia was at class each day. Thus far, Octavia didn't even know that Kara had found someone to be a part of her research project, nor that she had been doing the work of data collection for more than a week now.
'What project?' said Kara.
'Oh stop, honey, you know what I mean: the masturbation project.'
'Oh...um, I don't know. I'm sure I'll figure something out.' For some reason, she didn't want to tell Octavia about Matt and his penis and especially not about the way she had taken a rather more hands-on role than expected.
'Do you want me to ask some of my friends?' asked Octavia. 'Some of them are pretty horny, they'd do it in a heartbeat.'
'No!' Kara squealed. 'I don't want your friends making fun of me for the next two years! I'll just go to professor Clinton and get a different project.'
'Okay,' said Octavia. 'But if you don't, you should let me know. I'd be happy to help get the semen out of some of those boys.'
It was clear that Octavia wasn't satisfied with Kara's answers, almost as though she suspected that there was more to the story, but Kara managed to hold her peace until Octavia left for class. Now she just had to wait for Matt to show up...if he even was.
Matt knocked on the door five minutes early. Kara opened it a little too quickly and both of them were startled and awkward until she admitted, 'I was worried you weren't going to come.'
'Why?' he asked, 'Because of yesterday...?'
'Yes, because I touched you. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking and it won't happen again, I just...'
'It's okay. Really,' he said, in a it-happens-all-the-time sort of voice. 'Don't worry about it.'
They walked towards the bathroom together and when he paused outside the door as if he was waiting for her to give him a specimen cup she said, 'I think I'm helping you out until that cast comes off...if you don't mind.'
'Oh,' he said. 'Yeah, I guess that's true. Okay.'
She followed him into the bathroom. He unbuckled his belt and unzipped and reached into his briefs to pull his penis out. Once again it was already mostly erect and there was a wetness shining all over the head. He started to stroke himself, slowly, running his hand all the way from the head of his penis to the base of its shaft. Every once in a while, when he came up to the head he ran a finger under the head and up over where the slit was, catching some of the wetness there and rubbing it around.
Kara glanced up at his face once, but he was staring down at his penis, almost as if he was watching a show, himself. Again, he reached into his briefs and pulled his balls out so they hung over the band.
'How come you always pull your...balls out like that?' she asked.
He stopped stroking himself, almost looking guilty.
'Don't stop,' she said. 'I just...you did that last time, too.'
