Author's note: Reading through the Literotica collection I noticed that there was an inordinate number of stories by different authors starring a lead character named Jenny. So this got me wondering: were these all about the same Jenny? And was she inviting different authors to write about her? So this inspired me to add my own contribution to the Jenny archive, a rather silly and adolescent caper and something of a departure from my usual style. I hope it turns out all right.
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Part 1: The first day.
Jenny knocked on the door of the room marked "Psychology Lab 1", clutching the poster in her hand. Already late for her 3:30 appointment. Great. Nice impression she'd make, she thought, taking a moment to finger-comb her blonde hair in place before going inside.
Jenny still couldn't believe she had come to this. After all, she was barely midway through her freshman year, and she'd saved a lot of money from the jobs she'd had during high school. Then she left for college in a different city while her boyfriend Brad decided to go to a local school. Now, between the long-distance phone calls to Brad and her own weakness for shopping, her money was quickly running out. So when she saw the posters advertising for volunteers to participate in various psychological studies, her eye was immediately drawn to one that promised $300 for about 90 minutes' participation. She couldn't believe her luck.
The thin bearded man she knew as Dr. Parks was already waiting for her, along with a woman. "Good afternoon," he said, his voice heavily accented. As she knew, Dr. Parks wasn't his real name but an abbreviation from the original Russian. An emigre from the former Soviet Union, he was reputed to be one of the leading researchers in the field of subliminal messaging.
"Thank you for responding to our advertisement," he continued. "As the poster explained, we are conducting research on the effectiveness of subliminal messaging. Of course, due to the nature of the experiment, we are unable to tell you any more about it at the present time. All I can assure you is that there are no medical risks associated with the process.
"My name is Dr. Parks, and this is my assistant, Jada Spencer. I'll be controlling the research, but Jada will be the one running the experiment. Any questions you have during the course of the experiment, she will be able to answer. Everything sound all right to you so far, Jenny?" She nodded her head eagerly, thinking only of the $300 awaiting her. "Good then, Jada will have a consent form for you to sign, and after that we can proceed."
The professor's assistant was a tall young woman, a few years older than Jenny, with long black hair in a ponytail and glittering green eyes. She handed Jenny a five-page form. Jenny flipped through it impatiently, checking only to verify that indeed she would be paid $300 for participating. She scribbled her name on the last page and handed it back to Jada.
"Are you ready to start now?" Jada asked.
Jenny looked at her watch and nodded. God, could she use $300.
Jada reached down into a drawer and pulled out a blood pressure cuff and a stethoscope. "I'm going to take your pulse rate and blood pressure now," she explained, "then I'll have you look at two videos, each about 30 minutes. At the end of each video I'll be back to take them again. Sound simple enough?"
Jenny nodded obligingly and allowed the older girl to record her pulse and blood pressure. Then Jada straightened up. "Have a seat," she motioned to the leather chair. "I'll be right outside in the back room, running the videos," she added as she and Dr. Parks left the room.
Jenny sat down where she was directed. The chair was soft and comfortable, and it faced a large video screen, like that of a TV. No knobs though, and no buttons. Jada would be controlling things from behind the scenes.
The lights dimmed,and the first video started up. There was no introduction, and background music, only a close-up shot of man and a woman kissing passionately. The whole scene was suffused with eroticism, not your typical porn-movie stuff, but a genuine sexual energy that emanated from the screen and drew Jenny in. Her breathing grew shallow; she opened her mouth and gulped more air. Even though the room was cool, she was starting to feel quite warm.
Onscreen, the man had unzipped the woman's dress and pushed it gently off her shoulders. In the quiet of the room Jenny could hear the whisper of the fabric as it slid to the floor, the breathing of the couple, and was barely aware that she was matching their breathy sighs with her own. When the man opened the woman's bra and slid his hand inside, Jenny felt an answering tingle in her own breasts. With her free hand she ran her fingers lightly over her nipple, and even through her bra and t-shirt she could tell it was quite hard.
She watched the man move his mouth down the woman's throat, saw his tongue trace the delicate curve of her collarbone, then continue to her breast. The woman's body arched upwards as he kissed the tip of one nipple, then the other, before lowering his head to nuzzle in the valley between. Unconsciously, Jenny had started fondling her own breasts, her eyes glued to the screen.
The man's hand moved down the length of the woman's body and started rubbing the front of her panties. Jenny's own body shuddered as if feeling his hand on her own mound. A gush of warmth suffused her entire lower belly, and her jeans felt increasingly tight and constricting. She shifted in her seat, trying not to dislodge the blood pressure cuff on her left arm. She was grateful that the room was dark, and that she was alone.
Jenny shuddered again when the man removed the woman's panties and revealed her smooth, hairless mound. She reached down between her own legs in a futile attempt to pull her jeans away from her swollen crotch. She rubbed herself through her jeans, and it felt pleasant. Her jeans felt warm and moist. Jenny squirmed again and bit her lip in frustration as she watched the woman onscreen. Her crotch burned, aching for the man's lips, tongue, and fingers to touch her the way he pleasured his onscreen partner.
Their fingers twined. The woman's head thrashed from side to side. The man's thrusts grew more and more urgent. She could see the tension rise in their faces as their arousal built up , higher and higher, until the man suddenly shuddered and went rigid, jerking against his partner. The woman's answering spasms indicated her own orgasm.
Then the video ended, and the room lights came back on. Jenny sat there, flushed and blinking, trying to regain her composure even though her pussy was still buzzing. Jada came back in and inflated the blood pressure cuff on Jenny's arm. "How are you feeling?" she asked brightly.
"O - okay, I guess," Jenny stammered, blushing. She wondered if the older girl could sense her state of arousal. She crossed her arms across her chest to conceal her swollen nipples.
"If you're up for it, we can start the next film right away."
Jenny nodded eagerly, still embarrassed. She hoped the next film would be of a different sort entirely.
The room darkened again as the screen flickered to life. To Jenny's relief, this one looked to be a nature film, a rather sedate documentary about wildflowers in the Pacific Northwest. Jenny settled back in her seat, expecting her body to calm down shortly, but as the film progressed she realized that she was not cooling down. In fact, she was - if anything - getting more and more aroused as the film progressed. She couldn't understand it. There was absolutely nothing erotic about the content, yet her body was reacting just as it had to the film before. By the end of the wildflower feature, her chest was heaving again, her body tingling.
Jada turned the lights back on as soon as the second film ended. "How're you feeling now?" she asked.
Jenny put a hand up to her hair and brushed a floppy tendril off her flushed and sweaty face. "I - ur - guess I'm doing all right." She straightened out her t-shirt and allowed Jada to take her blood pressure again. "Not entirely, well, normal - but not bad."
Finished now, Jada slipped the cuff off of Jenny's arm. "Well now, I guess we're done now."
"That's it?"
