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Research on orgasm intensity: Andrea craves cock but is seduced by Nancy first.
My name is Andrea. I can't give my full name or the real names of any of the other people I will tell you about in this story because it could have a damaging effect on our professional reputations and careers. I've chosen to write the story and publish it to Literotica because my husband has convinced me that I can only do justice to the richness of the underlying experiences and emotions if I communicate it through the written word, and because I'm excited at the possibility that some of the people who read it will find it titillating. If any part of the story arouses you, let me know.
This is for my husband, Blake
I always worked hard at my studies and it paid off with grade point averages that consistently put me at the top of my class at university. It also earned me some very decent scholarship money. I had brains and looks but I didn't have a life. I played varsity soccer and had a few female friends through the team but I rarely ever took the time to hang out with them. I dated four guys briefly during my years in school but I couldn't seem to make a relationship last. I was 24 years old and unhappy. I wasn't a virgin but I wasn't highly experienced with sex either. I never had sex until I was 21.
I think I'm a very attractive woman. I have a trim, athletic body. I'm particularly fond of my legs and butt. I'm proud of the way they look in jeans and a bikini. I think I look something like Scarlett Johansson, including the blond tresses, but my breasts are a little pillowier than hers.
A big part of my problem, the thing that inhibits my ability to make friends and meet men, is that I'm an Introvert. I'm a little shy and I've always found it very hard to reach out to people, to just call someone up and arrange to do things together. But everything changed for me about three months after I graduated.
In July of 2005 I started a one year contract job as a research assistant at a prestigious east coast university. I worked for an academic biomedical engineer (I'll call him Dr. England) and his team helping them with several research projects that were investigating new ways of mapping and measuring brain activity. I had recently finished a master's degree in biostatistics and wanted a job to give me time to reflect on my life and what I should do next.
In addition to me, there were seven other people on Dr. England's team. The people I worked with the most and whom I got to know the best were Matt, Heidi, and Nancy. On my first day on the job Dr. England asked Nancy to give me a tour of the team's research facility, and to introduce me to the team.
Nancy had been working for Dr. England for more than five years. She was 30 and had a master's degree in experimental psychology. She was a looker, a very beautiful woman. At 5'6" she was average in height but she had a body any woman would like to have, and any straight man would like to have in his hands. Except that she was Caucasian, she could be Halle Berry's better-looking twin sister.
She was wearing a casual sleeveless black and white sheath dress that fit her perfectly and gave her a very professional look. For the first 20 minutes or so of the tour I found myself missing things that she was saying because I was so mesmerised by her presence and beauty. I consider myself straight but over the years there were a few girls who I felt tingles of lust for, even though I had never even remotely come close to touching a woman sexually. Nancy was one of those girls. I found it hard to take my eyes off her.
Most of the research projects involved collecting and analyzing electronic data from a variety of brain scanning equipment, particularly Computed Tomography (CT), Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI), Electroencephalography (EEG) equipment. Many of the studies involved exposing volunteer subjects, usually undergraduate students, to a variety of sensory stimuli while they were being scanned. They also had an animal lab containing white lab rats and a few rhesus monkys.
The research unit was a fairly large suite with offices along the outside wall of the building and a bewildering network of rooms and hallways comprising the remainder of the space under Dr. England's control.
Nancy walked me through the unit, introducing me to other members of the team. After we had seen all of the major lab rooms she took me to a room at the end of a short corridor. It was the only door in the corridor and it was locked, unlike all of the other rooms in the suite. She punched 1,2,4 on the lock and opened the door. There wasn't much inside except a recliner chair, a hospital style bed, a large screen flat TV, a PC with three monitors, and an odd looking piece of equipment on a table behind the recliner. It was roughly the size of the milk crate but it had exposed wires and circuit boards. Also on the table was a laptop computer.
"This is Matt's private lab," she said. "You haven't met him yet but he's here working with Dr. England. He's on a post-doctoral fellowship. Most of his work is related to Dr. England's research but this room and equipment represents his own little research project. Unfortunately, he doesn't yet have funding to do the research that he wants to do, but Dr. England has given him the space to do what he can with what he has available to him."
"He built that," she said pointing to the device sitting on the table behind the recliner. "It's a working prototype. It's designed to record and measure brain activity during orgasm, and the arousal period that leads up to it. He has figured out a way to capture electrical impulses in the brain associated with sexual activity. Nobody has previously been successful in parsing out the unique electrical patterns associated with sex, and he's done it."
"He's trying to develop a method to identify the maximum level of brain excitation that's possible from an orgasm. I don't completely understand how it works but his longer term objective is to be able to manage chronic pain for people who suffer from it. It's known that during orgasm human tolerance for pain is increased and ultimately he wants to determine the maximum pain control effect. I believe that he hopes to be able to use some sort of pharmacological treatment or bioengineered device to produce the same pain control effect, but without the orgasm. At this stage he is simply trying to calibrate and refine his orgasm measurement instrument."
My mind was racing a million miles an hour. "I can only infer that he has research subjects sit in the chair or on the bed and masturbate while he measures brain activity," I said.
"In a nutshell, yes," she said with a chuckle. "But to my knowledge, his only subjects have been himself and Heidi. You haven't met Heidi yet. She's at a conference in the Netherlands at the moment. I know that she has masturbated a couple of times but I don't think she has reached orgasm. I also know that she was alone when she did it. Matt set up the equipment to record her brain activity and left her to masturbate. He has protocols set up to capture differences between male and female orgasm and the stimulation that leads up to it, but so far he's the only subject to get that far with data generation."
Being in a room that's used to study masturbation (or at least the brain activity associated with it) aroused me. It brought voyeuristic thoughts to my mind. I don't know where it comes from but the thought of watching someone masturbate, male or female, or the thought of secretly watching people have sex, has always been among my strongest turn-ons.
