A Gift in Disguise Ch. 08

"Kim. Hi! I was at the computer when your email with the articles arrived. Thank you for sending them. They're fascinating."

"If you've been reading medical journal articles for the last few hours, you need a break." She was right about needing a break. My eyes were dry and burning from excessively staring at the computer screen.

"So how did your meeting with Jamie go?"

"She's an absolute genius at making comfortable prosthetics, a real master at her craft. It fits so well that it took her less than five minutes to install it. She had me wear it for the rest of the meeting while we talked.

She showed me how to adjust its sensitivity and timing with my tablet. One change we did make though. She had originally intended for me to start with it at its minimum sensitivity, then increment it until I got the right balance of pleasure and duration without any odd side effects."

"Yes, she and I had discussed that, too. So what did you and she change?" I asked.

"Before our meeting Jamie had gone back over my various tests and CT scans and felt that those cumulative test results indicated a higher starting sensitivity. So she decided to experiment and use a higher setting as my baseline."

"Got it. And ...?"

"I'm guessing she was right," Kim answered. "While I was talking with her about nonsexual subjects, my new equipment sat there nice and quiet. Frankly, I practically forgot it was there.

Then she had me remove and clean it, then put it in a little travel container. And then I went to the office.

After you and I met with Klein today, I checked on my patients in hospital, then came home. I had a light dinner, showered to relax, and put the phallus on about an hour ago."

"Then what?"

"Well, Jamie had asked me to lie down quietly at home and see if I could think of something or read something or watch something that would cause me to get an erection without touching myself."

That was the same request Jamie had made to Lorraine, though I didn't tell Kim that.

"What happened?" I asked.

"At first, nothing. My mind was still a little at the office. But then I started thinking about you. That took my mind off business. I let my mind wander. I thought back to you in your suit this morning for our meeting with Klein."

Kim paused. When she continued, her voice was different. It had a thick quality - not drug thick or alcohol thick or tired thick - sex thick.

"You are incredibly sexy in a business suit, Tom. You really ought to wear them more often. Anyway, I started thinking about you and me alone in my office. You were in a straight-backed chair across the desk from me. Then I got up and came around behind you and started slowly undressing you from behind. First your jacket and then your tie. You didn't resist at all.

By the time I got to your shirt, I couldn't restrain myself any longer. I ripped open your shirt, throwing buttons all over the place, and started rubbing my hands all over your muscular chest, arms, and shoulders. You started moaning when I began nuzzling your neck and telling you how badly I wanted your cock in me and how badly I wanted to share my toy with you. Did you know your man nipples get just as hard as mine when I bite them and pinch them between my thumb and index finger? God, what a turn-on!

You weren't fighting to try and get away from me, either, so I slid my hand down your tummy and unfastened your nice leather belt. I was a nice girl, Tom, so I unfastened and unzipped your pants, even though I was very eager to wrap my hand around you in time to feel it getting hard. It felt very erotic when I slid my hand through your cock hair and felt your heat and hardness. You were hard by the time I got you free, but by then I didn't care. You seemed relieved when I pulled your meat out.

You groaned audibly when I began to stroke you and tell you all the things I wanted to do to you - right there in my office - where who knows whom might walk in on us. The thought of someone seeing me make you hard and hot made me wet.

Then my thoughts flashed between you and Jamie, then you and Lorraine, then me and Marta.

Sometime during that process you let out a roar and jumped out of the chair. Then you turned around, picked me up under my arms, and set my ass down on my desk.

In the next second you pushed me onto my back and ran your hands up my legs, pulling my skirt up with them.

My pantyhose didn't even slow you down. You ripped them open as if they were made of tissue paper, and when you did, my new addition leaped out at you. You positioned yourself between my legs just like you were going to fuck me, but then you snuggled your cock against my new one, then gripped both of them, and began stroking them together. Yours was a little bigger, and it felt like a branding iron on me. Every stroke sent a sex jolt through me.

I lost all track of time and closed my eyes. When I opened them again, I looked down, and you had your head between my legs taking my cock into your mouth. Oh, baby, you were giving me the best lip service I could ever imagine!"

"And you still hadn't touched 'it' yet, right?" I asked, interrupting her.

"No, I didn't have to. I got a total hard-on without ever laying a hand on myself. And as it got longer and harder, the sexual stimulation intensified, too."

"Then what?"

"Nothing ... yet. I'm lying here with a raging hard-on hoping you will tell me what to do. Tell me what you want me to do, Tommy. I need to cum so badly with my new toy."

It had become very clear that the professional Dr. Geiler-Callaghan had left the building several minutes earlier. She had been replaced by finish-me-off Kim. She didn't want clinical instructions or engineering questions - she wanted me to help her get herself off.

"Wrap your hand around it," I suggested. "What does it feel like in your hand?"

"Wait! Let me click on my cell phone's speakerphone so I can keep both hands free." She paused. The sound coming from my phone changed, and I knew her speakerphone was on. Then she continued.

"God, it's hard - a lot like yours when I'm stroking yours. I wish it was hot and red like yours gets. This one isn't you, damn it. And also, it ... oh! ... oh! Holy fuck! Oh, baby ...!"

I quickly made a mental note to tell Jamie about Kim's descriptions of the lack of warmth and color, but then the fatigue from several hours of reading medical articles on my computer caught up with me. I began to encourage Kim while visualizing her lying on her back stroking herself.

"Do you like having your own cock in your hand, Kim? Watching you play with yourself is a real turn-on for me, too," I said. I didn't need to feign sounding excited; I was.

I could close my eyes and almost see Kim with her hand sliding up and down on her new shaft. And I could clearly hear her. Her facial contortions and voice suggested she was totally consumed by her own self-stimulation with sensations unlike any she had ever experienced before. Her words exploded haltingly, randomly, each conveying her intensifying excitement. They were interspersed with her alternating blasts and sucks of air, many accompanied by audible but incoherent sounds, often bursts, of pure sexual pleasure. Her bed was squeaking wildly, no doubt from her solo sexual acrobatics stimulated by her new-found sexuality.

Then, one final burst of sexual energy followed by the rapid-fire staccato of Kim's sounds in complete full-body orgasm. They sounded a bit the same but also a bit different that when she and I were together. Then a slight thud and in the distance, Kim's distinctive giggle, light and brief.

I waited a few seconds, then, "Kim? Are you there?"

Nothing.

"Kim? Are you all right?" I was beginning to get seriously concerned.

Shortly I heard the welcome sound of her hands picking up the cell phone and switching off the speakerphone.

Then Kim's voice, relaxed but with a breathless note to it. "Wow!" followed by a little more giggling. "Sorry, I knocked the cell phone off the bed. I feel like a school girl who just had her first orgasm. Fuck!"

"I take it you liked it?"

"You better believe it! It's not as good as having your college-boy bod on top of me and making me cum, but it's a damned close second. It was almost too much. I think I better adjust it down before next time."

Kim was slowly transitioning from her orgasmic reverie to her professional demeanor. We talked for a few more minutes. I urged her to call Jamie either tonight or first thing tomorrow. Since Jamie would be fitting Amanda for her prosthetic penis on Wednesday, she would benefit from Kim's information. I hadn't heard from Lorraine, so I didn't know if she had talked with Jamie since receiving her new penis. I hoped she had.

After concluding my conversation with Kim, I recalled her comment that the prosthetic penis would be even more realistic if it could change color and get warmer as it was becoming fully erect. The clock on my cell phone said 8:37 p.m., so I decided it would not be too late to call Jamie and pass Kim's information along.

Jamie's cell phone went immediately to voicemail, so I left a brief message: "Hi, Jamie, it's Tom. I just talked with Kim about her first experience with the new phallus. If you get this message before 10 tonight, please give me a call on my cell phone. Thanks."

A little after 9, Jamie returned my earlier message.

"Hi, Tom. Kim called me just after she rang off with you. That's why your call went directly to voicemail."

I briefly recounted my conversation with Kim, particularly the part about the phallus's coloration and temperature.

"Well as it turns out, Tom, Lorraine called me a little before Kim did to discuss her first couple of masturbation sessions with her new one, too. In her own way, she echoed what Kim said. Except Lorraine had started with her phallus at the lowest sensitivity level. Her first orgasm with it was nowhere near as dramatic as Kim's, so she's going to increment her sensitivity a bit. Lorraine's suggestion was that the 'perfect penis' would change color and feel warmer, but that would probably make more difference to the wearer's partner than the wearer."

"Given the way our real penises change color and temperature because of increased blood flow that causes the erection, short of re-engineering a mini-hydraulic and heating system into them, I don't have any idea about how to make the changes Lorraine and Kim suggested," I offered.

It sounded more like a question than a statement from me.

"I've got a couple ideas," Jamie responded quickly. "As far as changing color goes, you're too young to remember the 'mood rings' from the early 70's, Tom. They were finger rings with stones that changed colors depending on the mood or emotional state of the wearer. They were thermochromic - they changed color in response to slight changes in the wearer's body temperature due to emotional stimulation. If we can safely incorporate the right combination of thermochromic pigments into the phallus's outer skin plastic composition, we may be able to approximate the color change our penises have during sexual excitement and arousal. If we can perfect that process, it could be applicable to making other prosthetic appendages look more natural, too.

I'll give my contact at NASA a call. She's the scientist who developed the sealant we've adapted to generate the erection. When I designed the penile polygraph Lorraine used to measure penile erection in response to visual stimuli, I included some extra channels for future sensors. At the time there was no good reason to measure the temperature change or rate of that change when the penis goes from flaccid to erect, but now I think that may be important data to have. The human body can distinguish between very slight changes in temperature, so this may not be as difficult as we think."

I was impressed at Jamie's versatile knowledge and told her so.

"Thanks, Tom. I appreciate that. Incidentally, Kim gave me all the details about your telephonic participation in her first orgasm with her new phallus. It sounds like both of you had a really good time. Has that made you rethink your reluctance to be there when Emily and Lorraine have sex with Lorraine's new one?"

"Well... I still don't think it's a good idea. I mean, I could see maybe Kim being comfortable wanting that, because she's pretty outgoing sexually, but Lorraine? That seems really out of character for her. And Emily? The one who works hard at being obsessively unsexy? I don't get how with their being so professional and private, they would want me there not only watching them but jacking off, too. Besides that, I thought women were offended when we men masturbate in front of you, thinking watching us must be a turn-on for you just like watching you all turns us on."

"That's the cultural thing sneaking in again, Tom. We're supposed to be demure ladies, don't you know, and we're not supposed to enjoy sex, either. That's pure BS in this day and age. If you haven't figured that out by now, I haven't been trying hard enough!

A woman can get very aroused watching a man masturbate, but only if it's the right man under the right circumstances. Watching a man she admires and trusts become aroused enough to want to masturbate while looking at her can definitely dampen her panties. It emphasizes to us that we are sexually desirable to you.

In your case, Tom, Lorraine and Emily are both several years older than you. Face it Tom, with your swimmer's body and your 'gift,' you're in a class apart from some dirty old man with bad teeth and a failing body exposing himself to them in the parking lot. A young, virile man whom you both respect and trust paying sexual attention at just the right moment is definitely not offensive.

I mean, just look at you and me, Tom. You know how hot and hard I get watching you jerk off. And when you wrap your hand around my cock and I handle yours, I'm in sexual heaven. You experienced that as a senior in high school with the girl who wanted to jerk you off while she let you finger her. I guaran-freakin'-tee you she enjoyed cumming with you that way as much as if you and she had fucked.

But before you say anything more, Tom, Lorraine and Emily may be having some second thoughts about you watching them - at least the first time. It has less to do with your watching and jerking off while you do than it does to their feeling it's important to have sex spontaneously when the mood strikes them. Their feeling is that if they're in the mood but have to wait until you can get there, it might affect the outcome."

"That makes perfect sense to me," I interrupted. "I'm certainly not offended by their concern. I think their results will be more genuine, definitely more spontaneous, without me there. That's what I was getting at when I objected initially anyway."

"That was a good thought, Tom, but it wasn't exactly where I was going," Jamie responded with some hesitation and uncertainty. "I relayed your concerns to Lorraine and Emily. They both appreciated your position. They said they would like to meet with you personally and talk about it. For what it's worth, I think your meeting with them would be a good idea.

They have clearly given this a lot of thought, because during our conversation, they both went further. Once Lorraine and Emily are both comfortable with Lorraine's phallus..." she paused, then, "... well, sometime down the road they are thinking they would like to fuck each other while watching you and me do it together."

Jamie's using the word 'fuck' sounded to me as if she wanted to do it - and it was my impression her reasoning had little to do with perfecting the prosthetic phallus.

I really didn't know how to respond. "So, how do you feel about that?" I asked lamely. My own response surprised me a bit. I think what was the biggest surprise was that I was able to consider doing it - and yes, even a little excited by the prospect of it.

Maybe sensing my initial reluctance, Jamie answered, "I'm going to have to think about it some more. Before I met you and we started having sex, I would have immediately dismissed the idea of having someone else watch me have sex with a man - or a woman for that matter. But you've helped me adjust to my anatomical anomaly, Tom, and you've helped me appreciate and accept my body even more. And it wouldn't exactly be like we were performing in public. But it's still a complicated decision - one I don't want to make hastily."

Jamie's response had been thoughtful, deliberative. We agreed we both should think about it. And I agreed to call Lorraine to arrange a meeting between her, Emily, and me to discuss their desire to have me present. I figured it couldn't hurt to talk to them.

Jamie planned to go ahead with measuring and fitting Amanda for a prosthetic phallus, but she wanted to see how difficult it would be to incorporate Kim's and Lorraine's suggestions for improvement before she fabricated Amanda's. We talked for a few more minutes. Then I excused myself to get some studying done.

Wednesday was uneventful - at least in classes. But when I got home and checked my emails, there was a message from Sharon Madison. "Tom: Call me on my cellphone when you get this. Thanks. Sharon."

I immediately assumed it was to discuss our dinner date Friday night after she closed the deal to buy her new real estate office here in U-town. In a manner of speaking, it was.

"Tom! Hello. Thank you for calling," she said, then got right to the point. "Leonard was returning from a trip today, and the taxi he was taking from the airport got T-boned by an airport van that ran a light."

Leonard is Sharon's sexually inattentive but otherwise loving husband. She doesn't really need him for financial security; her thriving real estate business gives her that. Still, the tone of her voice told me she was very concerned about him.

She continued, "I'm at the hospital now. He has some internal injuries and a broken leg. The doctors are confident his leg should heal just fine, but they're more concerned about his internal injuries. He's going to be in the hospital until they're satisfied he can go home or to rehab - a few more days at least. His leg will need physical therapy, but until they know the extent of his internal injuries..."

"I take it you're postponing coming over here to close the deal on your new office?" I asked hoping to make it easier for Sharon to do the right thing.

"Yes. I'm going to let my attorney handle everything. All the documents can be signed and notarized and the bank funds electronically transferred. The deal will go through regardless of my being there or not. But I'm afraid our private celebration will have to be put off - for now."

I expressed my understanding and hope that her husband would heal completely.

Sharon clearly heard a tinge of disappointment in my voice, though.

"Tom, I hope that we can talk occasionally on the phone until we can get together again. I'm going to need some of your special support to get through this and to keep my sanity."

Sensing she was trying to divert the conversation and ease her own concerns about her husband, I asked, "Would that be moral or immoral support?"

"Both, hopefully. You know, if you were to get a copy of the same hi-def teleconferencing software I've got for the company and if I were to add you as a licensee, maybe we could visually as well as audibly support each other," Sharon suggested. She gave me the information about the software and her company's license number for it, then hurriedly continued, "Please install the software soon. I'm going to need some comfort, even if it is self-administered - for now."

"Won't your system administrator question the addition of a strange addressee over here?" I asked.

"I'm the system administrator, Tom."