Anonymous

The following story is true.  You may find that hard to believe, or you may want
to deny to yourself that such a thing is possible, especially if you have a wife
or a girlfriend that you want to keep to yourself.  Be warned.

David and I had been friends for about a year, since I'd transfered to UCLA from
Michigan State.  He was a biochem PHD, and I was going for my masters in chemical
engineering.  He knew for sure that what he loved to do was teach and do
research.  I had no idea what I wanted, but whenever we met in the commons for
lunch he'd eventually try to work into the conversation whatever arguments he
could construct to convince me to go for my PHD and become a professor.

He knew how interested I was in research, and he pointed out that there are no
better facilities available than at a university, unless you want to go into the
military.

"What's wrong with the military?" I asked through a mouthfull of rather dryish
spaghetti.

"Chemical weapons are boring.  I mean, the aspects are so limited, so many carbon
breakers, so many acids, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.  After a year you'd have
seen every basic matrix you'd ever see in your whole career."

That was David - no moral arguments about making aerosols that kill people or
agents to make them sick and die.  Boredom was the primary sin to him.

"So what's so fascinating about basic research on campus?  Looking for a new
plastic?  Transposing Aluminum?  Yawn."

David smiled.  I'd not seen him smile too many times, and it was not an
especially pleasant thing to see.  "Come to my lab tomorrow and I'll show you
something... interesting."

"Why not today?"  His smile alone piqued my interest, plus the fact that he
rarely let anyone in his lab besides his grad students.

"Got some tests lined up I want you to see.  And participate in." That smile
again.

I hesitated for a minute, unsure how to respond to him in this newfound state of
glee.  Was he trying to trick me? Only one way to find out. "OK.  What time?"

And that was that.  I went off to work on my research project on forming polymers
in a weightless state - pure math - and thought about that evil smile throughout
the day.

I arrived at his lab about five minutes late, and David was already into his
work.  The main lab was a large room, about 15 meters on a side, but it was
mostly full of equipment.  The sequencer alone took up about 20% of the space. 
On the southern wall was a window that looked into a small room.  Next to the
window was the door to that room, which was now closed.  David was busy talking
through a microphone to a very pretty girl that was seated on the exam palette in
the room.

"Everyone experiences the state a little differently," he was explaining to her. 
"But there is nothing to be afraid of.  You'll simply have some very vivid
dreams, not unlike dreams you may have had from time to time.  Have you ever had
a dream you thought was more realistic than usual?"

The girl, who was obviously nervous, nodded quickly.  As she did, the soft curls
of her hair flounced around her face and emphasiszed her cuteness.  I wondered if
all off David's subjects were so attractive.

"Well, that's all this will be.  And you may be a little tired when you wake up. 
Other than that, you will experience nothing out of the ordinary." He turned and
motioned me into a chair behind him.  I could still see the girl.

After a moment, she spoke.  "I'm feeling a little groggy.  Like, um, like I just
had a beer or a glass of wine."

David smiled.  "That's good.  Things are progressing within norms. I suggest you
lay back on the palette.  Sleep may come on suddenly and I would not want you to
fall."

She laid back, dropping out of my sight, and David was silent for a moment,
watching her.  Then he switched off his mike and turned to face me, his arms
folded like he was about to give a lecture.

"What I am about to show you cannot leave this room," he began, a bit more
seriously than I liked.  "You agree?"

"Sure.  My word of honor."  We'd known each other long enough that he would
accept that.

"The girl you just saw fall asleep took 5cc's of a nerual blocker I've been
working on.  The chemical name I'm keeping to myself, but I'm calling it FineLine
in all my notes."

"What's it do?"

"It induces a state very similar to that found in sleepwalkers. The higher brain
functions - cerebral cortex stuff - is in a dream state while the body and the
lower animal brain functions - medula, brainstem, like that - are active.  Here,
take a look." He motioned me to the window.

The girl was laying flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, blinking
occasionally.  After a moment she scratched at the back of her hand.  Her face
was quite calm, holding a rather innocent, youthfull expression, but she seemed
very much awake.

"I thought you said she was asleep," I said.

"She is, in a way.  Her conscious mind is in an alpha state, totally unaware of
her body and her surroundings.  She might be dreaming about anything, though the
dream will be particularly vivid.  Her body and her senses, however, are still
awake.  She can walk, see, smell, feel, and so forth."

"Sleepwalkers keep their eyes closed, don't they?"

"Not always.  Besides, I said it was smiliar to sleepwalking, not the same as. 
There are some key differences."

"Such as?"

David smiled, and walked around me to the main lab door, which he locked.  I must
have looked puzzled, since he held up a hand to silence my questions.  He then
opened the door to the subject room and went in, closing it behind him.

He took the girl's hand and pulled her into a sitting position. She sat up
normally, and looked at him.  For all I could tell she was awake, and very calm. 
He snapped his fingers in the air at various points around her head, and she
turned to look at each sound.  He motioned for me to thumb the mike switch.

"Say something to her," he said.

"Uh, hello Miss.  What is your name?"  It was all I could think of.

She looked at me, obviously registering the sound, but there was no recognition,
and no attmept to reply.  She sighed mildly and then rubbed the end of her nose
with the back of her hand.  Her movements had the air of a twelve year old.

"She has no language facility," David explained, and she turned to look at him as
he spoke.  "No rational functions to speak of.  She is very much like a household
cat.  All autonomic and lower brain functions, and all neural functions are
intact and working normally.  But the person, the intellect and emotion, is
asleep."

This seemed very strange to me, and a little scary.  "Are you sure she's not
being permanently..."

David waved his hand again, brushing off the question.  "No, no, I've been
testing this for over a year.  No side effects, no damage.  I've even taken it
myself.  You have a very vivid dream, and wake up a little more tired than when
you went to sleep.  The duration of the `FineLine Nap,' as I like to call it, is
precisely controlled by dosage, body size and metabolism having very little
effect.  It's all cerebral fluid volume, which varies very little from person to
person."

"So you know when she'll wake up."

"In eight hours, 20 minutes, give or take no more than 5 minutes."

He stared at me then, waiting for me to get his point.  I guess I was being
pretty dense, but it was not until he began unbuttoning her blouse that I
realized how campus biochem research can, in fact, be interesting.

The girl was a pretty little brunette.  She looked a lot like the actress Jodie
Foster, but with darker hair and a slightly rounder face. David had her blouse
off in a moment, then reached around and expertly removed her plain white
brassiere.  Her breasts were small, but very firm and topped by pretty, deep red
nipples.  I felt my dick beginning to stir as he palmed and squeezed those
nipples.

Through the mike I could hear the girl moaning softly as she closed her eyes and
began to flex her stomach slightly.  "Her response to sexual stimuli," David
began, still the professor but with his voice slightly breathy, "is completely
intact, since that is a part of our animal brain." He pushed the girl back into
the reclined position and began to slide one hand up her leg while the other
continued to massage her bare tits.  "In fact, without the mediation of the
frontal lobes, sexual response is distinctly heightened."

He raised her skirt and pulled her panties down, exposing a nearly hairless
pussy.  He carefully spread her legs wide, standing a bit to the side so as not
to block my view.  "Observe," he said, and began diddling her clitoris with his
middle finger.

The girl's response was immediate and intense.  He hips raised off the palette to
meet his finger, and her moaning turned into a whine of pleasure.  I could tell
she was cumming almost immediately.  Her pussy lips and the inside flesh of her
thighs were soon shiny with wetness as he began to slide one, then two fingers in
and out of her hole.  Her small hands reached up to press his onto her breast,
grinding it there as her hips churned against his other hand.

"She's quite tight.  I hope she's not a...  ah, no.  Good.  No hymen."  He was
talking to himself now, almost as though he'd forgotten me.  He unfastened his
lab coat and let it fall to the floor.  Then he dropped his pants and underwear,
leaving his shirt and tie on.  His penis was fully erect - a fairly small one,
about 5 and a half inches I'd guess.  He positioned himself between her legs and
began to rub the head of his dick over her clit and labia.  Her hips churned
wildly and her whines stopped, giving over to heavy breathing.  He smiled at me
over his shoulder, then slid his cock into her.

To look at the situation, you'd guess that this was a man fucking a very horny,
but completely awake girl.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and kept
perfect rhythm as he pounded her pussy. She was rubbing and tweaking her own
nipples, arching her back and basically going nuts, writheing in animalistic
pleasure.  After about five minutes David grunted gutterally, then pulled out his
cock and spewed his come all over her belly.

"Enjoying the show?" he asked, grinning that unpleasant grin of his.  "She's
still hot as can be," he said, stepping around the palette to her head.  He
offered his cock to her mouth, and she began to lick and suck him with great
enthusiasm, her tongue snaking around the head, then she pursed her lips against
his glans and slowly sucked his shaft into her mouth.

"Ah, yes, good," he said.  "I wonder if they have to have fellated a man before
to know how, or if this sucking instict comes from childhood.  They are always so
good at it - I can't imagine it's just my luck."  He was talking to me,
obviously, but gazing at her as she sucked him.  His soft dick was starting to
stir again. "You're welcome to have a go at her, Paul.  In fact, the only way I
can trust you is if you're as guilty as me, don't you think?"

I'm no saint.  This lovely little girl was still rotating her wet pussy, her legs
still spread wide, and my cock was like steel.  I wasted no time getting into
that room and dropping my pants and briefs.  I followed David's lead and left by
golf shirt on.  David noticed that my cock was quite a bit larger than his - I'm
about 8 inches when erect - and he said "be careful not to hurt her.  I don't
want her to have any lasting effects..."  His voice drifted off as he began to
fuck her mouth, his skinny hips bucking as her held her head.

I eased my dick into that tight, hot little pussy.  She had very little hair down
there, just a tuft of chestnut brown curl near the joining of her labia.  As my
dick stretched her flesh and her lips bent inward, that small curl dissapeared
completely.  She was so wet that I had no trouble getting into her, but once in
she felt like a velvet vice.  I knew I would not last long in a cunt that snug,
so I fucked her slowly. Her hips moved in precisely the same rhythm as mine,
instictively matching me stroke for stroke. He little buns barely touched the
palette as she raised and lowered her ass.  This was the best fucking I had ever
had, and she kept this perfect rhythm without losing a lick on David's cock.

David groaned and began cumming in her mouth.  She moaned and I could see her
throat working as she swallowed his spume.  A few moments later, as David was
putting his pants back on, I felt my cum building and I emptied myself into her,
pulse after pulse of thick semen pouring into her young cunt.  I leaned over her
and sucked her nipples as I came, and I felt her cum again.

Taking David's lead, I rounded the palette to her face and let her suck me clean.
 Her talent was indeed notable as the tenderly but firmly sucked my cock.  Her
tongue was like a snake, dashing and slithering all around my dickhead, until I
was hard again and she took me deep into her warm throat.  Soon I too filled her
mouth with a warm load, and she greedily swallowed every little bit.

I stood for a moment with my soft dick in her mouth, her tongue still milking me
as she made little mewling sounds in her throat. I let her lick me clean, then
turned to smile at David, who had dressed and was standing near the door.  He
returned my smile with a look of professorial sternness.

"You have to learn a few rules.  First of all, you never, never come inside
them."  He pointed at his temple, as if to say "think", and I understood his
point.

"She's bound to get suspicious if she gets pregnant," I said, starting to pull my
clothes back on.  The girl was staring at us, with doelike eyes, comprehending
nothing.  Her breathing was still quick, but was slowing.  Her sweaty, naked body
began to subside in her writeing, though I noticed that she was casually
masturbating herself with both hands.

"Right," he said, nodding.  "And in that same regard, with your size being what
it is, I think you should allow at least four hours for her recovery.  I'm sure
that if she woke now she'd know that there had been something inside her.  That's
also why I always inspect for a hymen.  We don't want to deflower a virgin."

David had really thought this through.  "How long have you been doing this?" I
asked.

He smiled that sharp, nasty smile again.  "Six months.  I have to tell you, they
have been the best six months of my life."  He stared at me for a moment, then
his smile dropped into a serious frown.

"Now the question is," he said, his voice carrying a slight menace, "can I trust
you?  If word gets out..."

Being at least twice as strong as David, I was hardly worried for my safety.  But
I certainly wanted to conitinue participating in his little experiments - in fact
I had a few ideas already for ways in which I'd like to try Fineline.  So I
interrupted him - "no, no, David, nothing to fear.  As you pointed out, I am as
guilty as you.  Besides," I flashed him a boyish smile, "I'm hoping to
participate a lot more."

David was all smiles and nods, and our relationship had begun. Within certain
limits, David's drug had given us a kind of mastery over the world of women, and
we knew the adventure was just beginning.  "I thought to bring you onboard," he
said, "because I have a sense that you are a man of ideas."

"That I am," I said, and we began cleaning and clothing our little assistant.

--*--

David looked ridiculous in dark glasses, but I think it made him feel safe to
wear them.  I tried to tell him he was totally recognizable, but there is no
telling David anything.  As I spied him across the mall, standing near the
Miller's Outpost, furtively glancing over the tops of his shades and trying to
seem inconspicuous, he looked comical to me. Oh well, I thought, at least he's
not wearing a trenchcoat.

He found her.  It was usually he that saw them first, I must give him that.  She
looked to be about 20; she had deep red hair that would have surrounded her head
in a cloud of curls except she had it pulled back into a pony tail.  She was
wearing those tight cycling pants, bright lime green in colour, and a tight
spandex top to match that left very little to the imagination.  A white demin
jacket and expensive-looking sandals completed her outfit. I usually think of
people in terms of who they remind me of - and for all the world she could have
been a sister to Nicole Kidman (from "Dead Calm" and "Days of Thunder") except
that her hair was darker and her tits were bigger.

Good choice, I thought, as David gestured to her with a nod of his head.  She's
pretty, looks experienced, and she's alone.  I went to work immediately.

I followed her into Buffums, where she was looking at swimsuits. I watched from
the men's casual section, where I had to constantly fend of the salesmen who
decended like locusts, as she went back and forth between the bikini rack and the
dressing room.  She finally decided on a red suit with black detail, which she
bought and took away in a huge Buffum's bag.

I caught up with her in the linen section, where she was browing the matress
covers.

"You bought the red one, I hope," I said, looking through the adjacent rack.

"Hm?"  She turned, her eyes bright and friendly, and arched her eyebrows.  A real
winner, I thought.  More lovely than she seemed from a distance, which is not
always the case, believe me.

"The bikini.  You chose the red one, I hope."  I smiled my most charming smile,
then turned back to look through whatever it was I was looking through.

"Yes.  I'm glad you `approve'," she said with playful sarcasm. "Do you usually
watch people while they're shopping?"

I looked at her with mock seriousness.  "You're bound to wear it on the beach,
and I'm likely to see you there, after all.  So I had at small stake in the
choice.  The red goes with your hair." I smiled again, and she responded.  All
too easy.

"Ah, I see.  So do you have any opinions on mattress covers?"

"Am I likely to see it?"

She laughed mischeviously.  "Not in this lifetime!"

"Too bad.  Oh well, at least let me buy you a cherry coke," I said, laughing too.

"What makes you think I like cherry cokes?"

"The red.  Your hair, " I said pointing at her head.

She laughed again, her nose wrinkling in a way that emphasized her freckles, and
agreed to the drink.

There was a soda fountain near the Buffums, with outdoor tables. We took up
residence at one of them, and I immediately saw David standing near the toy store
across the way, still looking like a bad secret agent.  I went into the shop to
get the cokes, and, of course, empty a small phial of clear liquid into hers.

"Don't get the wrong idea," she said, sipping through the straw. "This is not a
pick up."

"No, no," I assured her.  "Shopping is thirsty work, and I hate to drink alone. 
After this, we part friends.  OK?"

"OK."  She smiled and returned to her drink.  We talked about this and that; she
was a student at another University, majoring in comparitive lit, and an avid
cyclist.  She was halfway into a story about a race she'd almost placed in, when
a familiar look came over her.

"I feel... a little faint."  She gripped the edge of the table.

I motioned to David with my eyes.  "Probably all this sun," I said.  "It will
pass.  Just give it a minute."

The concern fell from her face, her hands relaxed, and I knew she was in The Nap.
 She continued to sip her soda, and to all passersby there was nothing whatever
amiss.

"Hey there, George," David said, a bit too loudly, as he approached the table. 
"You two ready to go?"

"Uh, yeah `Steve'.  Let's boogie."

We lead our young friend, who walked happily along, looking at store windows and
pigeons and so forth, to David's BMW.  I opened the back door for her and she got
in, and we sped away to David's hotel room in the Sheraton.  That's the great
thing about people in The Nap.  They're not zombies, not obviously drugged.  They
do normal, easy stuff in their own practiced way just, as David would point out,
like a sleepwalker.

In the elevator she, David, and I were alone.  David started in rubbing at her
tits, and I wagged a finger at him.

"My turn to be first.  You got the last one."  The last one was a pharmacology
student in David's office, a dark little Italian girl with huge breasts and a
very hairy snatch.  Quite a tiger too - I almost pulled a muscle when I fucked
her on David's couch.

He grinned that sickly grin of his.  "I'm not exactly envagino here, Paul. 
You'll be first man in."

"I like my bread fresh and unsqueezed," I said, smiling too but irritated with
him.

"OK, OK," He said, but gave her a last tweak on the nipple.  "I'll have my hour
soon enough."

We got to the room, and as we agreed David left me with her for an hour while he
went to the solarium to read.  I lead her to the foot of the bed, where she stood
calmly while a stripped off her skintight cycling suit.

Her body was a dream.  She had long, muscular legs and arms, and a slim, fine
waist.  Her breasts were firm and very taught, and the tiny ringlets of her hair,
now freed, just barely touched her pink nipples as she breathed.  Her pubic mound
was small and round, a thin wisp of red curls in a neat vee covering it.  This
was a girl who took care of herself.  She smelled of lemons, as if she bad just
bathed in some refreshing herbal bath.  I stripped too, by cock hard and pulsing
with the beating of my heart, and pushed her to her knees.

Her body rubbed mine on the way down, her nipples like small stones.  She took my
cock in her mouth immediately and began to suck me deeply.