The Test - Sex Stories

The Test

*This is a work of fantasy. It's not intended to depict a realistic situation or good scientific ethics!*

The truth was, Erica has nobody to blame but herself.

She'd known for a while that Matt was researching what she flippantly called 'sex drugs' ('Arousal hormone therapy products,' Matt tried to correct her), and then, last time they hung out, she had a few drinks and pestered him for details.

'Yeah, but they are basically for sex, right?' she asked him.

'Well, basically, yeah,' he admitted, laughing.

'So, what do they do? Make you more turned on? Give you better stamina? Not that you need that,' she added, grinning at him.

They'd slept together a bunch of times while they were students together, and once or twice since, though they didn't see each other as much. Erica had no complaints. In fact, she'd harboured a bit of a crush on him for years, although she'd tried to keep to the casual friends-with-benefits arrangement they'd agreed.

He rolled his eyes, although his smile was somewhat smug.

'Well, we have drugs that do both those things. The one we're working on now is different, though.'

'Different how?'

'Well, there's a bit of interest right now in the whole idea of orgasm delay and denial...'

'So, what? The drugs delay your orgasm?'

Erica tried not to let her excitement--or the slight wetness in her underwear--show in her voice. A bit of interest. She wondered what he'd say if she told him some of the stuff she'd been reading and ...

... watching lately. How she'd been practising edging and denying herself for longer periods.

'Well, the one we're testing right now does a bit more than that. It blocks your orgasm entirely until you take an antidote. Or that's the idea. We're still doing tests before it gets released, but it's basically there.'

Erica's pussy throbbed involuntarily.

They ended up at Erica's place that night, and, as they kissed on her bed, Matt's fingers finding their way past her lacy underwear while she felt his cock swell against her thigh, she whispered in his ear:

'Edge me, please. Don't let me cum.'

He stilled, and there was a thrill of excitement in his voice.

'For real?'

'Please. I want it.'

He kissed her again, his lips tracing along her jaw and down her neck. His fingers slid down her slit, wet since their conversation earlier, and Erica sighed and pushed her hips against him. She heard his breath quicken.

She'd always had a tendency to be submissive, and it worked well with Matt's liking to be a little dominant, although he playfully complained about her tendency to top from the bottom. They'd never tried real orgasm control before, though. Nothing beyond a bit of mutual teasing. She could tell how much he was into it by the way his cock got harder, though. Maybe it was the work he was doing. The experiments must make him think about it.

His fingers circled her clit, finding the rhythm she liked, the pad of his thumb pushing her little bud around. Driving ...