Try to focus on finding a solution

"I just wish I knew what's going on an who I can trust," you say in frustration, trying to refocus your thoughts.

Zack looks at you for a moment, thinking. For once, you get the impression that he's not thinking purely about something sexual. Finally, he speaks. "You know, you're occupying her body -- who's to say that you don't have access to her memories, too?"

Zack raises a good point. Certainly, stranger things have happened today, so why shouldn't you have access to her memories?

"OK, I'll try it," you say, trying to keep your eyes away from Zack's erection, which shows no signs of letting up. "Why don't you get dressed while I do?"

"For that matter, why don't you finish getting dressed, too," says Zack, reminding you that you are standing in front of him, with only your bra covering the upper half of your body. Flustered, you grab the first shirt you can find out of your dresser and pull it on. It isn't designed for this body, but at least it covers you more modestly.

As Zack fishes through his clothes, finding the least dirty things to put on, you take a deep breath and try to access Amy's memories.

You try to picture anything that looks like a medical file ... or a laboratory experiment. Coming up blank, you try to picture the room where your procedure took place. You are rewarded with a mental image of a young man in a lab coat. You remember him; his name is Jeff. He's the guy who screwed up and gave you the wrong injection.

You search the memory for something related to your procedure, but again come up blank. You return to the memory of Jeff, hoping to get something out of that. You do, but it isn't what you expected. You see a mental image that appears to be what Amy saw. You see her hands fiddling with some kind of controls and you feel the presence of someone behind you. Rather than see the person, you suddenly feel a body pressed against you from behind. Now, rather than just seeing Amy's hands on the controls, you see male hands covering hers, and you feel a warm breath on the back of your neck.

You know that this is a memory of Jeff, and it confirms what you suspected during the procedure that there was something going on between them.

"Need any help," you hear Jeff whispering in your ear.

"I might," you hear Amy respond, teasingly. At the same time, you feel her press her ass against Jeff, rubbing it back and forth. In response, you feel Jeff's cock harden and his breath quicken.

Your mental picture shows Jeff's hands slowly climbing up your arms as he gyrates his body against yours. His hands leave your arms and begin to explore your breasts. You feel his lips on the back of your neck, and you remember losing all interest in the experiment that only moments before occupied all of your attention.

Turning around, you see your vision filled with Jeff's face, and you feel his hand on the back of your head, pulling you in for a kiss. One of your hands finds its way to his shoulder, and the other hand goes downward, between Jeff's legs, feeling his hard tool, and rubbing it through his pants.

In response, you feel one of Jeff's hands creep up inside your blouse and caress your breast. The other hand makes its way between your legs and begins to rub.

"Oh, Jeff," you gasp, and then open your eyes.

You realize you spoke that out loud. You also realize you are cupping one of your breasts with one hand, and rubbing between your legs with the other.

Zack has stopped dressing, and stands open-mouthed, watching you.

"Oh.... fuck....," he says, with undisguised lust. "That's about the hottest thing I've ever seen! Don't let me stop you!"

Mortified, you pull your hands away from yourself and try to recover your dignity. "I'm striking out about accessing memories about the experiment. It seems the only ones I have access to involve Amy and her boyfriend, and they are rather.... intimate."

"No kidding," says Zack. "I don't suppose you care to act them out for me, do you? Or better yet, let me be the boyfriend, and tell me what you want me to do."

You are incredibly aroused from the memory, but you try to refocus your attention. Is the ability to access memories limited to sexual situations, or do you just need a bit more practice?