Test Subject 2 Josephine
My second test subject was Josephine. Eleanor of course, being my first through an accidental dosage, self-administered when she drank some of my compound disguised as cola in a coke bottle. I hadn't expected her to drink it, but she did, and set us up with a wonderful weekend of love making and fucking.
Josephine, on the other hand was a dental student at the local University, aged 21, and like most students, she was short of cash. She'd seen my advert in the local student newspaper, and being in the, 'medical,' profession, 'well, almost,' as she put it, she thought she'd look a little further into it, hence her appearance at my office for an interview.
'Josephine,' she said, 'but just call me "Jo," everyone else does.' I told her that this was a new drug, designed to help women who were suffering from a loss of libido. Her eyes opened wide with surprise, and she smiled in a kind of embarrassed way, yet she seemed pleased at the same time.
'Wow, that sounds amazing,' she said full of youthful enthusiasm, 'what a coincidence.' Then 'Oh! Sorry, carry on please.' I warned her that there may be some minor side effects, such as sweating, hot flush, arousal, etc., but she said she could handle that. Yes, she had a boyfriend, she told me, but they hadn't been getting on so well lately. She'd been studying so hard for exams and such like, that she'd neglected him, and was suffering from what she described as a temporary loss of libido, which as it transpired was what she meant when she interrupted me with, 'what a coincidence,' earlier, so she was more than willing to take part, especially if it could resurrect her love life with her boyfriend and help other women in the same boat.
I warned her that the medication effected women in different ways, and one of the things that could happen was that she may become rampantly, aggressively, sexual within a few minutes. To protect myself from later legal action, or accusations, I explained, I needed her to sign a disclaimer form stating that she had been warned about the possible side effects, and accepted full responsibility for her own actions. I also warned her that the whole proceedings would be recorded on video for later usage and for the records. She signed the form with a flourish, smiling with the confidence of youth. I measured out a small amount into a glass, mixed it with a little coke, and she drank it down.
As we waited for the drug to take effect, I studied her closely, and as I said, she was twenty one years old, she had long blonde hair, which I thought was natural blonde, blue eyes. A small even nose and a lovely sensual mouth, although her top lip was a little thin, but not badly so. Her figure looked good, she was wearing a short dress, which showed off her legs to full advantage, Being a dental student, she had wonderful teeth and she also had something else I like in a woman, elegant hands, with long artistic fingers, made for playing the piano or some such instrument. I had an instrument I'd love her to play with, but that's getting ahead of ourselves.
I'd asked her to lie down on the couch I had in the office, take off her shoes, and just close her eyes and relax. I observed her closely, making notes of the times when obviously different stages manifested themselves, and the first thing I noticed was that her breathing changed, becoming faster like a woman who was sexually aroused. Almost immediately after she became more restless, her legs moving a fair bit more than before, and gradually moving apart. Her hands were restless too, almost caressing her body, and then, she cupped her generous breasts, finding and squeezing the nipples beneath the material. She moaned out loud, immediately opening her eyes to look at me, with a startled look on her face.
'Did I just make that sound?' she said, and when I confirmed she had, she looked suitably embarrassed. I reassured her that it was perfectly normal, and she should close her eyes again, which she did. Once she settled down again, I could see that she was becoming quite horny, her long beautiful legs which had been increasingly restless, were now drawn up in a sexually receptive position and about two feet apart. Her dress had fallen away, slipping up the smooth thighs, and I could see a small damp patch between her legs where moisture had seeped through the material of her panties, and I knew she had to be incredibly wet for it to show like this.
With those elegant hands I mentioned she began to stroke the inside of her bare thighs sensuously, and I thought to myself that she may well masturbate if she became aroused enough. Within a few minutes, her hands had slid all the way up her thighs, and she was gently rubbing at the front of her panties, moaning with excitement. Suddenly, impulsively I thought, she lifted her bottom off the couch and slipped her panties off. It all happened so quickly it was over in seconds, and then she spread her legs, displaying a lovely, full-lipped pussy, very, very, wet, and slipped two fingers between her labia, knuckle deep into her pussy, where she rubbed herself enthusiastically, moaning and thrusting her hips, in a world of her own.
When she came, it was quite spectacular, with her writhing and thrashing about on the couch, and very vocal too, sighing, moaning, with a lot of swearing and indecent comments on the state of her own vagina, which would have been frowned upon in some less enlightened circles. I even thought she was going to fall off the couch at one point, and I was worried in case she hurt herself, but thankfully that didn't happen. After her orgasm subsided, there was complete silence for minutes on end, but I said nothing. I just sat on the edge of my desk watching her, and waited for her to come to terms with what had just happened. Eventually she pulled her skirt down, and swivelled on the couch, putting both feet on the floor.
'Wow,' she gasped. 'That stuff has some effect. I can't believe I just did that, but it all seemed perfectly natural while I was doing it,' but despite her words she did look slightly embarrassed. 'I hope you don't think I'm the kind of girl who does things like that normally?' she said anxiously, but I assured her that I most certainly did not.
'I have to ask you some questions about your experience with this new drug, if that's okay?' I told her, and she seemed more than happy to talk about it. 'Well,' I started, 'the first and most obvious question is how do you feel?'
'Happy, delighted in fact. I haven't felt so good for a long time, almost euphoric you might say,' she said. 'I'm still tingling all over, I feel very sexual, very horny, and I could do that again no bother. In fact I think I'll have to, I'm getting very aroused again, just speaking about it, I can hardly believe I'm being so, how can I put it, "forward," no that doesn't quite cover it. I'm desperate for more,' and as she said it she put her hand up her skirt, and touched herself, 'and I'm getting incredibly wet. I never get as wet as this normally, I'm just pouring,' she gasped, analysing her reactions, but getting lost in the moment as her finger probing took effect. 'Oh fuck,' she moaned through gritted teeth, 'I'm going to come again,' and the skirt was back around her waist, legs spread giving me a ringside seat of this gorgeous young woman masturbating frantically without a care in the world.
