My mom found out I was having sex when I got an STD at thirteen. It had been longer than that since I’d started messing around with our neighbor Leela. Leela was about four years older and lightyears ahead of me in experience. She started out as my babysitter. Little did me or my mom know she had a thing for both of my brothers. Since Kross and Kannon wouldn’t give her the time of day, she settled for my young ass.
One morning I woke up early to use the bathroom. When I tried to empty my bladder, it felt like I was pissing razor blades. I screamed so loud that it woke up everybody in the house. My mom made it to the door first. I was humiliated as I explained the burning sensation shooting through my dick as I tried to pee.
She already knew what time it was and cursed my ass out all the way to the clinic. Ma almost tore my ear off carrying me through the health department doors. When we got there she made me tell them what fast ass girls I had been messing around with. There was only one. I couldn’t tell her who it was.
I thought my mom would kill me. She was so pissed that I stayed on punishment almost a whole month. Nobody bothered to ask me what happened. Nobody bothered to ask if I wanted to fuck the girl in the first place. I guess since I was a boy, it didn’t matter. I didn’t want anybody to think I was a punk, so I didn’t speak up. Like Leela told me, only a punk didn’t like pussy, and I was nobody’s punk.
I don’t know why for sure, but I felt lighter as I pulled up to the parking lot of the clinic where Iyla worked. Maybe there was something to this therapy shit. I didn’t plan on talking but just the thought of getting one more session behind me was enough to put some pep in my step. Not only that but since Iyla had decided not to give my ass the boot, I would get to see her again.
She was prudent enough to put her job first. I couldn’t blame her for that. Just like she couldn’t blame me for wanting her fine ass. Seeing her in her professional capacity only made mewant her more. She wasn’t the type of woman I usually went for since most of my exes were strippers and waitresses that I’d encountered over the years. Not that none of them were intelligent, they just didn’t come off as reserved and uptight like Iyla.
It was hard to imagine the carefree, heartbroken girl wearing a tight dress and unmanning me with the sound of her laughter as the woman sitting behind a desk scribbling notes about me. Still, I knew the woman I’d fallen for in one night was in there.
Iyla likely had to code switch to be taken seriously at work. It was one of the downfalls of working for other people. I liked having the freedom to be me. Then again maybe it wasn’t her job that had her acting so stiff. Maybe it was me. Maybe it was seeing me on her job after I’d blown her back out that made her so rigid. Lord knows seeing her made me rigid. Either way it went I was excited to see her.
I wasn’t interested in the benefits of therapy outlined on the pamphlet they’d given me the first day. My sole interest lied with the woman responsible for getting me to open up and talk about why I was such a fucked up person. That would never happen, but I couldn’t blame her for trying to do her job.
Once I found a spot in the parking garage, I grabbed my bag off the passenger seat and hopped out of the truck. I entered the building through the side entrance and made my way to the desk to check in.
“Sign in and have a seat until your name is called,” Janet said without ever putting her eyes on me.
I wasn’t here to see her anyway, so I signed my name and took the first empty chair I came to. I slung my bag in the chair next to me and pulled my phone out to check the messages that Kannon had sent while I was driving. His texts included a sample menu and some of Carteay’s favorite flavors and dishes.
She wanted me to express my own creative freedom with her taste in mind. I loved being able to spread my wings and create. She’d given me a budget for the grocery list that didn’t really sound like a budget since it was four figures. I had started to look forward to something that had felt like an inconvenience at first. Giving up my off day to do something I loved never really felt like work anyway.
“Mr. Glover.”
My heart responded first, seizing up in my chest as I looked up from my phone. There she was wearing a tan pantsuit that was fighting to hide her curves. The short hair I’d fallen in love with had grown out. Today it was in a bunch of curls that I wanted to run my fingers through just to see how soft they were.
A pair of gold wire rimmed glasses sat on the edge of her nose. Those were new. I had never seen her in glasses, granted I had only seen her twice before today. Still I loved them on her. My girl looked like the sexiest librarian I had ever seen.
“Mr. Glover.” Iyla called my name again, reminding me that I hadn’t moved a muscle.
Nodding my head, I grabbed my backpack and stood to follow her down the hall. Mind you, I would follow that ass anywhere. Just thinking about making sure she stayed soft and thick had me planning our future meals.
I didn’t give a damn what she said about those hips and thighs. Having them wrapped around my body almost gave me an out-of-body experience. I wasn’t about to let her think there was anything wrong with a woman with curves and a little extra cushion.
I felt it. I knew it was there, but for the life of me I couldn’t wipe the silly grin off of my face as we entered her office. As soon as I closed the door behind me, she turned on those heels that made her ass sit up just a little higher. She still smelled likevanilla. Her warm, soothing sent made my heart flutter. Holding a hand up to me, she stopped me before I could say anything.
“First of all, let me make a few things clear,” she said, pushing her glasses up on her nose. That was so cute. “This is my job. I’m not risking it for you or anyone else. I worked hard to earn my degrees, and I’m not flushing it down the drain because someone else doesn’t value my hard work.”
“Got it,” I said, nodding my head.
Iyla was adorable when she was all business. I knew she would kick my ass out of her office in a heartbeat and that shit turned me on. At the same time, I didn’t want to risk getting thrown out, so I would be on my best behavior, not that that was saying much.
“If you’re going to be on my caseload, you’re going to have to take your treatment seriously. I’m not here to play games or entertain any client-therapist fantasies you might have. What happened between us was a mistake and will not be discussed within the confines of this office. If I’m going to keep you as a client, then I need to know that you are serious about your treatment.”
“Cool.”
“I don’t want any shit from you, Mr. Glover. I’m not kidding.”
“I got it, Ms. Lady.”
“My name is Iyla. I’m pretty sure you haven’t forgotten that. I would appreciate it if you refrained from giving me nicknames. We need to maintain some professional boundaries. Can you do that? If you feel like that’s too much for you, then you can walk right back out of here right now.”
“Naw, I’m good. I do have a question though.”
She sighed as she lowered her glasses. “What is it, Mr. Glover?”
