The psychology department at the university I attended was offering money to students who volunteered to participate in a study.

I was running low on cash so I signed up. College wasn’t quite the pussy-filled paradise I’d been expecting it to be. There were plenty of hot-looking women around, but it seemed my every waking hour was spent in class or studying.

I had managed to develop at least one severe crush. Nicolette was in one of my classes, and I saw her everywhere on campus. She had sparkling dark hair, an easy smile and a smoking-hot body. But every time I was around her, I turned into an awkward idiot and could barely manage to say hello.

But my money troubles were more urgent than my unrequited lust. So when I saw the flyers from the psych department promising a sizable payoff for one afternoon’s work, I jumped at the opportunity for some quick cash.

It wasn’t as simple as just agreeing to participate, I discovered. I was called into an office, where a woman with a clipboard asked me an increasingly intimate series of questions about my love life and sexual history.

She wore a tight blouse that was unbuttoned enough to reveal the enticing upper swells of her tits. She gave me smoldering looks over a pair of eyeglasses that made her appear like a sexy librarian, and she spoke in a breathy voice that got my cock stirring in my jeans.

As she wrote down my replies to her probing questions, she gave smirks of satisfaction and soft purrs of delight. She wanted to know if I’d experienced anal sex, oral sex or threesomes. I answered her honestly, afraid they’d somehow check my responses and disqualify me if I’d lied. I didn’t want to risk losing that paycheck! Before long, I even found myself admitting to my recent crush on Nicolette.

When the interviewer started to quiz me on my most recent sexual partner, however, I felt she’d really crossed a line.

“Did you ever come on her tits?” my sexy interrogator asked.

“Excuse me?” I replied, startled by her crude remark. “Did you ever” — she took off her glasses and gazed at me with sultry eyes — “take that cock of yours out of her pussy at the last second and spray your jizz all over her heaving titties? Maybe even on her face? Did she open her mouth to catch the sweet milky drops on her tongue?” To demonstrate she put out her own tongue, waggling it at me.

Lust surged in me. All my weeks of deprivation seemed to collect in me at once. I wanted to fuck this woman right there on her desk and pump my spunk on her face, just ike she seemed to be begging me to do.

But I suddenly realized how phony the moment seemed to be. With a knowing smile, I said, “This is bullshit. This is a test, isn’t it?” I felt like I’d solved a very difficult puzzle.

She dropped the act immediately, putting the glasses back on and assuming a professional air. “Not quite, Vince. But you’re astute enough to qualify for the study.” She told me where to report to the following day and dismissed me.

That preliminary meeting shook me up, but I was determined to handle whatever these clever psych people threw at me. I showed up at the building and was led to a barren room with one see-through wall that was a floor-to-ceiling window into the adjacent space.

My erstwhile lusty librarian gave me the tour. She wasn’t doing her seductive shtick that day. She was all business. I was on guard for any tricks, but obviously I didn’t know what to expect.

“This isn’t regular glass,” she said, nodding at the transparent wall. “It’s a one-way mirror. You can see into the next room, but nobody in there can see you. It’s soundproof, so they can’t hear you. But” — she pointed to a panel beside the mirror — “you can press the button and briefly talk to whoever’s in there, or flip the switch to leave audio communication open for an extended period.”

She disappeared out without another word. There was nothing for me to do so I just stood there, trying not to get too nervous. The neighboring room was as empty as mine.

It remained unoccupied. After several minutes I began to pace. I wondered if they just wanted to see how I behaved in this boring setup without any further factors introduced. I tried not to second-guess too much.

Finally, the door opened in the other room and someone entered. It was Nicolette! She looked around curiously. When her eyes fell on the glass, I started to lift my hand to wave, but her gaze didn’t register me. She was only seeing her reflection.

It was a strange experience to watch her like that, knowing she couldn’t see me at all. She looked pretty today, like she always did. She wore jeans and a sweater. Her dark hair spilled to her shoulders. Like me, she started to pace after a minute, moving with a lithe ease. I thought of the tongue-tied times I’d tried to talk to her. Next time, I promised myself, I wouldn’t be such a geek. I would ask her out.

Nicolette stopped in front of her mirror, almost directly opposite me. She studied her reflection, then smiled. She tugged on the sweater, pushing out her full breasts, turning to see herself at different angles. I couldn’t help gazing longingly at her tits.

Still smiling, she lifted her hands and cupped her breasts. I watched, stunned and excited, as her fingers squeezed the full firm mounds. It aroused her as well. The smile slipped away, and it was replaced with a look of lust. Dumbstruck, I stared at her kneading those sweet tits.

When she drew the sweater off over her head — leaving her naked from the waist up — my first instinct was to turn away. But I couldn’t tear my eyes off her as she continued to play with her creamy tits. She tweaked her nipples into hardness, still staring at her own reflection, evidently excited by the image. I couldn’t blame her.

“Her hips gyrated as she ground down onto her fingers. She moved beautifully.”

My cock uncoiled into a blazing hard-on inside my pants. My heart beat fast, and my skin tingled all over. Still fondling herself, she slipped one hand down into her jeans. My jaw actually dropped as I saw her fingers move beneath the denim. Her mouth opened on what looked like a moan of pleasure.

I wanted to watch her more. Every cell in my body wanted to see her play with herself. But I couldn’t violate her privacy like that. I lunged toward the button on the wall and said, “Stop, Nicolette! That’s not a mirror — it’s one-way glass. I can see you!”

She froze. Confused, she asked, “Vince, is that you?”

Despite the situation, I was thrilled she recognized my voice. I hit the switch to keep the channel open. “Yes. They didn’t tell me this was going to happen. I’m really sorry.”

She paused. She didn’t reach for her sweater on the floor. After a moment, much to my surprise, her smile returned. She said, “Don’t be sorry. They told me to do whatever I wanted in here. Well, I feel like touching myself. I don’t care if these perverts see. I’m getting paid either way.”

Defiantly, she kicked off her shoes before unfastening her jeans and sliding them down her legs. She stood naked and grinning and began slowly turning her stunning figure, letting me capture her from all angles. Her body was utterly beautiful.

“You should do whatever you want, too, Vince,” she said. Amazed excitement flooded through me as she planted her feet at least shoulder width apart and started trailing her fingertips up and down her exposed pussy lips. She pinched her nipples harder and released a sweet groan.

My cock throbbed painfully. I rubbed myself through my pants, sending shivers through my body. Nicolette delved her fingers inside herself. I saw her juices glistening on her knuckles. Unable to resist any longer, I tore open my fly, pulled out my cock and started jerking it. But that wasn’t enough. I wanted to be naked like she was. I flung away my clothes and stepped right up to the glass, grunting with excitement.

“Are you touching yourself, too, Vince?” she asked, panting.

“Yeah!” I pumped my meat as she worked her pussy. Her gorgeous body was just a few feet away. “I bet you’ve got a sweet cock! I wish it was in my pussy right now!”

I fervently wished that as well. Though we were separated, and she couldn’t even see me, I felt a strong connection to her. That she was willing to display herself like this had to mean she liked me. The thought definitely added to my excitement.

Her hips gyrated as she ground herself down onto her fingers. She moved beautifully, lean muscles tightening and flexing. I could hear the squelching sounds of wetness as she fingered herself harder and faster. I pulled on my cock, pleasure skittering up and down my body. I wished she could see me.

“Fuck me, Vince!” she shouted.

“I’m fucking you!”

She took her hand off her tits and pressed it against the glass. I put my hand on the same spot, imagining I could feel the warmth of her skin. She was reaming out her pussy with three fingers now. Her face twisted into a savage ecstasy. Her glazed eyes looked past me, but I was convinced she was picturing me. When we got out of this crazy place, I wanted to touch her, hold her, kiss her.

“You fuck me so good!” she cried. Then I saw the long deep shudder take hold of her beautiful bare body. My view of her was total. I could actually watch the orgasmic energy course through every part of her. Her muscles bunched. Her face flushed a hearty red. She opened her mouth and howled. I was mesmerized and continued to pump myself.

Still trembling, she slid her fingers out of herself and smeared the dripping digits across her heaving tits. Then she ran her moist fingers over her lips

That sight sent me right over the edge. A splatter of spunk hit the glass as bliss overwhelmed me. Pleasure hit me convulsively as my initial jet was followed by half a dozen more. My come liberally sprayed the wall.

I staggered back. Suddenly, I was aware that Nicolette was looking directly into my eyes through the glass.

“It’s not really a one-way mirror,” she said, grinning. “They said I could take this experiment as far as I wanted to. With you, I wanted to go all the way. I hope you’re not mad.”

I wasn’t. I grinned back through the pearl-flecked window. I couldn’t wait until we could touch, but our time together had already been something very special.

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