All in the Name of Science Pt. 03 - Sex Stories

All in the Name of Science Pt. 03

Part 3: Participation

At five minutes before 9:00 a.m. on that Saturday morning, I found myself standing in front of Nanigan Hall, questioning my decision to participate in this study. I noticed a few other guys including a few athletes I knew milling about like me in front of the women's dorm notorious for wild parties and sexual hijinks. We had all been there before, of course, but it was usually an evening or all-night event. Showing up outside Nanigan at 9:00 a.m. was a novel experience for us all.

One of the guys, Brendan, I recognized from the Soccer team as well as from one of the parties that Nanigan Hall held during the winter. He was a nice enough guy, so we spent a few minutes making small talk outside as others arrived and joined us. I think we were all waiting until the last minute to approach the door, a bit apprehensive about what this trial would entail.

At 9:00, a tall guy from our group went over and rang the bell as we all gathered behind him. Two of the women from Nanigan Hall answered the door wearing white lab coats over their more comfortable winter clothes, smiling broadly. They ushered us inside the large foyer of the building and pointed us to the parlor off to the side to leave our coats.

"Welcome, guys," the tall, dark-haired woman greeted us. "Thanks for being so punctual. We've got a lot to do today and we're looking forward to getting started with you. I'm Marla."

"And I'm Trina," the shorter blonde woman added. "If you drop ...

... your coats in there, we'll get you downstairs and get started."

We all left our coats and stood in the foyer in mostly sweats or basketball shorts and sweatshirts. Our two hostesses next led us down the stairs to Nanigan Hall's social room, the scene of many a crazy party. We all started smiling on the way down, remembering all the fun times we'd each experienced at past events. Today, however, the social room was set up very differently. Instead of themed lighting, a tight press of sweating, half-dressed bodies and a few bars around the side, this morning the room felt practically empty.

Down the center of the room, between the two rows of center columns, lay eight mats about the size of sheets of plywood but with padded surfaces and carry straps. To one side was a large carpet in front of one of the side sofas with a couple other chairs gathered nearby. One of the bars was clearly set up with a large tub of ice and bottles of water. And surrounding the whole space were lights, brightly illuminating the mats and seating area. As we entered the room and were ushered towards the seating area, we also noticed that cameras were placed in several locations also surrounding the mats and seating, however they all appeared to be off for now as no lights were visible.

Trina directed us all to find comfortable spots to sit on either the furniture or the carpet while Marla grabbed a few bottles of water to pass out to us. I found a comfy spot on the carpet between Brendan and ...