A Gift in Disguise Ch. 10

I imagined what Kim would look like wearing the phallus under her pantyhose and skirt. I shouldn't have done it. My erection took off like Usain Bolt nearing the finish line.

"Kim, if we don't end this conversation, I'm liable to start jerking off lying here in bed."

"Then get out of bed and stand up, Tommy. I want to imagine my hands wrapped around that man-sized dick."

I did as she commanded. And started stroking. Kim recognized my sounds in the phone immediately. Whenever I masturbate, I can be quite loud.

"Just a sec, baby. I'll join you."

I heard the sound of the zipper on her skirt, then the sound of its material sliding down over her pantyhose to the floor.

"I need to put the phone down to get out of ..."

"No!" I interrupted her. "Slip your hand down inside your pantyhose."

"You naughty little boy. Mmmm. I'm wishing they were your fingers and not mine."

"Mine are busy right now," I answered, my own breathing in jerks.

"I wish you were here with me right now so you could put that cock where it belongs," Kim gasped. She moved her cellphone down so I could hear the squish-squish-squish of her fingers pumping her own wet pussy. "Gawd, this is so hot. Can you believe I've never done it inside my pantyhose before?

What would you do if you were here, Tommy?"

"I'd rip your pantyhose and panties to shreds, then drive my hot rod into your hot, wet pussy until you beg me to stop!"

My words put her instantly over the edge. I heard her drop the phone, then start working her clit with her left hand and finger-fucking herself with her right. She evidently dropped to her knees while she kept fingering furiously, the phone picking up the sounds of her wetness as well as her gasps, moans, and screams.

Her sounds painted a vivid orgasmic picture. A moment later I felt the rush of jism beginning its eruption from deep inside me. My own sounds of emission drove Kim's to even greater intensity.

Finally I could jerk no more. My cock began to slowly soften in my hand. I could hear Kim, now whimpering slightly.

When I could talk, I asked, "Are you all right?"

"Yes," she sniffled. She took a deep breath. "Not as good as if you were really here with that young, hard body laying on top of me with your cock still in me, though." She giggled. "Well, looks like I will need a new pair of pantyhose."

"You could always get some of those crotchless ones," I suggested playfully.

"Stop it! Don't get me started again," she said good-naturedly. "I've got to unpack and shower so I can get to bed."

"I could come over and join you in the shower," I offered.

"You're fucking insatiable," she retorted. "But don't ever change. Call me tomorrow night? I want to hear how your thesis review draft meeting goes."

"Sure."

After ending our call, I cleaned up the numerous drops of cum on the bedroom carpet, took another quick shower, and jumped into bed.

I had previously made a tentative appointment with Dr. Keller, my thesis chairman, to deliver the required final review copies to him at 3 p.m. Friday.

Before my first Friday class, I hauled the box of my thesis copies into my cubicle and stored them under my desk. No need to make a special trip back to the apartment; I could stay on campus until after the 3 p.m. meeting with Keller.

I arrived at Keller's office at 2:55 p.m. Keller's gatekeeper-secretary had been on vacation this week, so her temp replacement didn't recognize me.

"I'm Tom Connors, one of Dr. Keller's grad students. I have a 3 p.m. appointment to deliver the review copies of my thesis to Dr. Keller."

With all the enthusiasm of someone watching the clock near quitting time on Friday, the young woman called Keller on the telephone's intercom and announced me. Keller's door opened a few seconds later, and he came out to greet me.

"Tom! Come in, come in. Right on time, I notice. Always a good thing."

I picked up the box with Keller's original and the photocopies and walked in.

"Just put them on that table there, Tom," he instructed. "Do you have a couple minutes to talk, or do you have another class?"

"I'm finished for the day, Dr. Keller." I opened the box, took Keller's original out, and handed it to him. I then explained the remaining photocopies. While I talked, he thumbed through his original.

"Very thoughtful of you to double space and use easily readable type font on these markup copies, Tom. You know, I only remember one other graduate student who has ever done that. She also went on to get her PhD in double-E. She has her own laboratory not far from the University, in fact. One of our most nationally-respected graduates. Gets a lot of DoD work. Name's Jamie Devlin. "

He didn't ask and I didn't offer that I knew Jamie well and it had been she who suggested the format to me. I made a mental note to mention Keller's comment to her next time we spoke.

We talked briefly about the timing of the committee's review of my thesis. Then he reiterated that instead of a formal defense of my thesis and if the committee concurred, his preference would be for Dr. Kim Geiler-Callaghan and me to meet with the committee and possibly Dr. Klein, Kim's boss, to discuss my thesis and then segue into Dr. Geiler-Callaghan's and my project as part of my PhD program.

"Would it be appropriate for me to go ahead and discuss your preference with Dr. Geiler-Callaghan, or should I wait?" I asked.

"Certainly, go ahead, Tom. I've already talked informally with Dr. Klein, and he's completely agreeable. But of course, the other members of your committee would have to agree. We've done this a couple times before, and in both cases the participants all agreed the University and the candidates benefited far more from the discussion format than from the formal thesis presentation."

I mentioned that Dr. Geiler-Callaghan and I had been meeting and exchanging information regularly to help each other get up to speed on the other's respective professional discipline. I also mentioned both she and I had noticed that in spite of the seemingly wide differences between neurocardiological medicine and electrical engineering, the processes and procedures had many similarities. The major differences seemed to be in the professional terminology rather than substantive ones. We were finding it surprisingly comfortable to communicate and work together professionally.

Now Keller was beaming.

"Excellent, Tom. That's exactly the result that the University hopes this kind of interdepartmental cooperation will achieve. And to have it recognized and promoted by a very respected medical doctor of increasing national renown and a graduate student yet to officially receive his Master's degree is very remarkable."

We talked for a few more minutes, then he artfully ended our meeting with the suggestion I would probably rather be out looking at the young coeds in their short shorts on this hot Friday afternoon than talking to a stodgy old professor. I thanked him for talking with me, then left.

I picked up my car from the student parking lot and headed back to my apartment. I stopped at the supermarket on the way to pick up some needed groceries. By the time I got home, it was a little after five p.m. I put the groceries away and then fixed dinner.

After doing the dishes, I called Kim.

"Kim, hi, it's Tom. Can you talk? You asked me to call you tonight to let you know how my thesis meeting went."

"Hi, Tom. You caught me at a good time. I just got off the phone with Sarah. She's at the club in Luxembourg this week."

Sarah is Kim's daughter. She's my age, 24, but when Kim's husband died, Sarah took over management of her father's several clubs worldwide. It took her a while to assert her authority and to learn to skillfully fend off the advances of some of the male, female, and even trans dancers, but Kim said she had really taken control and kept the clubs profitable. The clubs feature live sex acts, CFNM dancers, and just about anything else legal in the particular country where each club is located.

I had met Sarah once at Kim's home when Sarah was home visiting her mother shortly after Sarah took over club management. Even when Kim and I are having sex, she has openly hoped that Sarah and I might connect, but at that first and only meeting, Sarah was completely preoccupied with business stuff on her laptop computer. Her entire focus was and maybe still is on making the family's clubs more successful.

I did some quick mental math on the time zones between us and Luxembourg.

"It must be, what, about four in the morning there."

"A little after three, actually. She just got back to her apartment from the club. It closes at two. She wanted to observe the closing team tonight.

I'm trying to talk her into coming back here for another visit soon. She's got a good handle on the business now, and she's made sure that each separate club manager is both capable and honest.

Anyway, how did your thesis meeting go today?"

Rather than answer Kim's question directly, I briefly recounted my meeting with Dr. Keller. Then I asked Kim for her interpretation about how it went.

"Well, Tom, I have to admit that Klein has given me a heads-up on what Keller proposed to you. The two head honchos, Klein and Keller, are not likely to do anything even remotely to jeopardize our project. They're both extremely eager to have you and me working together. Your department head likes and respects me professionally, and my boss likes and respects you. Klein says that you have the mind of an engineer and the heart of a country doctor. Klein's grandfather was a country doctor, and his father was a small-town GP. They were his inspiration to get into medicine. For him to compare you to them is a genuine compliment.

On the other hand, for someone on your committee to convince Keller to go the staid thesis presentation route, they're going to have to make the argument that the sun actually rises in the west and sets in the north. Since both Jamie and Marta have proofed your thesis and blessed it, there is unlikely to be anything that any professor on your thesis committee will challenge.

I suspect you may hear sometime next week that they want to go the discussion route rather than the formal presentation route. The tidbits I brought back from the Boston conference dovetail beautifully with your thesis, and those tidbits haven't been published yet. I've pointed that out to Klein, and he is blown away that you, a mere master's candidate in EE, were arriving at conclusions similar to world-class neuro-cardio docs. He's going to discuss that with Keller if he hasn't already."

Had it been from anyone but Kim, I might have been a little offended at her 'mere master's candidate in double-E' comment, however I knew she meant it as a genuine compliment.

"Thank you, Kim. I feel a bit relieved now."

"Well, I'd suggest you get a good night's sleep tonight. Forget about reading any more of my medical stuff until next week. The pressure's off on your thesis now that you've turned the review drafts in. I doubt your committee is going to want any radical changes if they want any changes at all. But if they do, try to accommodate them as best you can without compromising your work."

I decided to take Kim's advice. I must have needed the sleep, because I didn't wake up Saturday morning until ten a.m. After a shower and leisurely breakfast, I decided to once again go over the notes I had for this afternoon's phallus meeting with Lorraine and Emily.

We had tried to word our questions to draw out the maximum essential information from Lorraine and Emily. Given that our questions were now starting to give me an erection, I could only hope that I would remain professionally composed interviewing them. I kept telling myself that my effort was important to help Jamie better fine-tune the prosthetic phallus; it wasn't about sexual gratification. I seemed to consistently lose that argument with myself.

Lorraine had told me to come casual, and it was once again an unusually hot late summer day. I reached into my drawer and pulled out my last clean set of cargo shorts. Unfortunately, they were short khaki hiking shorts. They were also tighter than I would have liked for this meeting. Instead of putting on a tee-shirt, I grabbed a short-sleeved button down sport shirt and wore it not tucked in. I desperately hoped it would help cover my suggestive bulge during the meeting.

The relatively short drive to Lorraine's home office was pretty uneventful, and thankfully my erection had receded.

Lorraine answered the door wearing a colorful but not-too-revealing summer dress. Still, with that and her almost suggestive smile and her welcoming hug, I lost all hope of Lorraine not noticing my arousal. Even thinking of the always dowdy Emily didn't wilt it.

"Come in, Tom. Emily's waiting for us in the lab." While we walked, Lorraine explained, "Jamie suggested I record the meeting. Both Emily and I agree it won't inhibit either of us talking with you, and it will certainly make it easier for you and Jamie to improve the phallus. Of course you already know that she provided Emily and me with the questions you two had prepared. She hoped knowing them in advance would help us be ready to talk with you. She was a little concerned you might be a bit uncomfortable talking with us."

Lorraine stopped and looked squarely at the prominent bulge in my cargo shorts.

"I'm happy to see she was right on that last point," she continued with a laugh. My face felt like it was on fire.

"Oh, don't be concerned, Tom. I'm flattered." Then she concluded with an air of mystery, "You won't be disappointed." She reached forward and gave my erection a playful but gentle squeeze, then opened the door into her lab and motioned for me to walk in ahead of her.

When I stepped into the lab, Emily stood up to greet me. To say I was shocked was the understatement of the day.

Instead of wearing her usual cover-everything attire that always made her perilously close to being mud fence unattractive, today Emily was wearing stylish sandals, a sexy beige midriff-baring crochet halter top and no bra, and a pair of very short, very tight, women's athletic shorts. The halter top's weave openings were large enough to occasionally reveal each nipple sliding in and filling the space. Obviously the halter top was intended to be worn with something under or over it, but Emily had evidently ignored that step in the instructions.

Seeing Emily stopped me in my tracks. Similarly, her effect on me visibly pleased her. I was almost afraid to move, concerned that I would cum right then and there in my shorts.

Emily's eyes sparkled behind the wire frame glasses she wore. And my weakness: hair. Her very dark hair on her head, eyebrows, arms, and legs stood out in contrast with her white skin. I could also make out a faint dark hairline just above her upper lip.

Now with her shorts and open-weave crochet halter, I could see a very sexual woman, not model-skinny but with just the right amount of body fullness in the right places.

My eyes were trying to measure the size of every open space in the halter, and she seemed to be enjoying it immensely. Neither she nor Lorraine made any effort at all to hurry me along.

When I tried unsuccessfully to speak and greet Emily, I'm not sure exactly what came out of my mouth. It could hardly be called coherent. Both Emily and Lorraine laughed at the effect seeing Emily this way for the first time had on me. Their laughter relaxed me, but both women were clearly pleased at my attention to Emily.

They escorted me to a small round conference table maybe three feet in diameter with three matching chairs. Lorraine suggested I sit in a particular chair with my back to the rest of the room. She explained that one of the two cameras would then be able to see both her and Emily's faces when they were in the other two chairs. She felt that would make it easier for Jamie to associate faces and voices when she reviewed the DVD of the meeting.

Once we were all seated, Lorraine and Emily became very businesslike. Since Jamie had sent both of them advance copies of our questions, they had both prepared some thoughtful comments. Lorraine also explained that she and Emily had prepared some written notes which they would copy and give to Jamie and me.

Lorraine proposed that we spend only a little time to discuss their notes. She said the notes were more about their observations of the phallus's structural and operational properties. They both felt these would require little discussion during our meeting. I readily agreed after skimming their very clear and concise notes.

She went on to explain that both she and Emily would prefer use our time to more deeply discuss the behavioral and emotional influences of the phallus on their sexual interaction. This was a matter more difficult to accurately convey with written notes.

Given the respect Jamie and I both had for Lorraine and Emily, I agreed.

With that, Lorraine and Emily took the next fifteen minutes to discuss the physical design, feel, and performance characteristics of the phallus. I followed using their notes. By the end of their presentation, I had interrupted only twice for some minor clarifications. I was absolutely certain, however, that Jamie would genuinely appreciate their input as much as I did. Though neither Lorraine nor Emily had any relevant engineering and design background, their respective backgrounds had prepared them to speak with remarkable precision and clarity.

But when Lorraine began to speak of the effects wearing and using the phallus had on her personal behavior, her voice took on a softer, less certain but definitely more sexual tone.

"When I first brought the phallus home, I decided that since one of my exam rooms is fitted with complete audio and video recording capability, I would record all of my masturbation sessions in that room. My intent was only to document the session, not produce videos to arouse or, frankly, even be seen by anyone other than you and Jamie.

But an odd thing happened. With each successive masturbation session, I began to play to the cameras and mics. I want to stress, Tom, that had never been my intention, but I have to say that was the result. I didn't even notice it was happening until after several sessions. It never happened unless I was wearing the phallus.

I also observed something else even more significant. I saw that ..."

She was interrupted by her cell phone ringing. It was a ringtone with an urgent sound, one I'd never heard before when I was with her. Upon hearing that ring, Lorraine stopped mid-sentence. Her demeanor changed instantly. She once again became the very serious, very professional behavioral psychologist. After a quick glance at the phone's display, she quickly flipped her notebook to a blank sheet of paper and took pen in hand to make notes.

"This is Dr. Theriault."

There was a pause, then she continued, pausing until the caller answered each of her questions to her satisfaction.

"Yes, Dr. Jameson.

Yes, he is. What happened?

What's his physical condition?

What did the paramedics administer?

No, he should be able to tolerate that. To my knowledge it isn't contraindicated for any of his other meds or conditions.

Where exactly should I meet you?

All right, I'll go to my office and get his complete file and meet you there in twenty minutes. Thank you for calling me."

Lorraine punched the 'end' button on her phone. Though I had heard only one side of the conversation, I didn't need to be Sherlock Holmes to quickly conclude that my meeting with Lorraine and Emily was about to end.

"Tom, Emily, I'm sorry, but one of my clients has a medical emergency. I need to get to the hospital immediately to work with the ED physicians.