My eyes move over her chest and belly. Her folded hands slipping to her sides as she relaxes deeper with my coaching. The white blouse she has on clinging to her like film. The white skirt she has on, cut just below the knee has crept up. And as if my eyes have hands of their own, if she doesn’t shift her legs apart, just a little. But it's enough for me to see the white lace panties she has on…The telltale darkness of her pubic mound, only matched by the dampness of her underwear.
“Oh, Jesus-Fuck!” I groan involuntarily, feeling myself about to come a load in my pants just from looking at her. A spasm of climax quivers at the tip of my cock and I have to fight tooth and nail to hold it back, relishing every second of it though. Knowing just how close it is to being where it needs to be most.
She grimaces and moans. Moving herself to sit up, her eyes darting open as she gasps. Both of us suddenly aware how close her own hand was to her own pussy just now. About to creep up in between her legs like I know mine want to. Like they will if I can’t keep control of myself.
“I snapped my lead…Sorry…” I murmur, lifting my pencil to show her the right angle of the broken tip. my own tip boiling at the sight of her baby blues. A river of pre come already drenching my boxers.
She’s flushed in the face as well as her little virgin slit, even has a few dots of sweat on her pretty little brow. My pulse is roaring like thunder in my ears but I can hear her just fine still. She’s breathing quicker and I watch her own eyes scanning me. Trying to see past the large notepad I have covering the tent pole of my arousal. Glad now that I didn’t take it out like I want to and finish all over her. Savoring every second of this slow burn she's giving me. Counting down to the moment in my mind I can fill her with my seed, not just her parents back yard.
Having her so close like this is a thousand times the rush watering her parents’ yard was. And I have instantly etched memories of both now in my mind. No matter what happens, she's always gonna be mine and only a single thought away from me reliving it all over again. But it’s not enough for us each to have smoldering memories of that night. And she knows it too.
But Lori’s face looks frustrated, annoyed almost as I gently command her to close her eyes again and resume her therapy, which as far as I'm concerned is goingverywell so far. Clear to me at a glance that she's not wet and shivering because she's scared of some shadow man… She needs him now more than ever, she just doesn’t know he's sitting right across from her.
There’s no time to waste…I need her outta here and away from prying eyes. The doctor won't be missed for long before someone comes snooping. But this… Having her just like this…All to myself…
“Tell me more about this feeling…” I rasp, reaching for the pitcher of water the doc has laid out for patients, gulping mouthfuls straight from it. Already craving the wetness from between her legs to be quenching my real thirst instead. She makes a little sound, almost a helpless whimper before she surprises me with her answer.
It’s like winning the jackpot of all jackpots, hearing it from her own lips.
“Oh, Dr. Schmidt!” She exclaims, starting to twist and fit on the spot, “Every time I think about him I just wanna- I need to-”
“Yes….?” I rasp, letting the notebook slide from my hands and running the flat of my palm against my aching need for her.
“I wanna- I have to…pleasuremyself… And I have… A hundred times since that night I’m sure-” She says, starting to become emotional but remaining in some kind of trance. Her own need to come right this second is as big as my own.
“Jesus Lord…” I whisper, seeing spots dance in front of my eyes. Every ounce of blood flooding my thick organ. The need to be inside her like a time bomb, every second crucial now.
Don’t scare her off, big guy… She does want you… She does need you… Just get her outta here first…
“Am I sick, doc?” She whines, clenching her eyes shut after reigning in her own internal struggle. “…Is it normal for a girl to feel like this…? Being attracted to her stalker, I mean….” She asks, starting to chew at her lip in thought. But it’s a ‘fuck me now’ face if ever I’ve seen one.
I can see at a glance if she was alone she’d be knuckles deep inside herself she’s that fucking horny. I just can’t believe my sheer good fortune and my jaw is the only part of my body that hangs slack as I watch her fighting the urge again to put those sweet little hands of hers in between her legs.
Once I hear myself groaning like a maniac, it’s clear I’ve broken the spell.
Her eyes dart open, her hands clutch at her chest instead of her little slit Iknowis virgin. Flushing a deeper red once she realizes what she's just said out loud. So I need to regain control of the situation as well as myself if I’m gonna convince her to come with me - I am supposed to be her therapist after all.
“It’s a complex issue…” I observe after clearing my throat and looking thoughtful. Taking a cue from one of the photos of himself the doctor has on his walls. Hoping I look even just a little bit as convincing because inside I’m about to unravel. Already driven more insane by the knowledge that I’m deceiving her when all I’ve ever wanted to tell her is the truth.
Tell her that she's mine now. And after hearing the effect seeing me that night had on her, along with Lori finding me like she did all on her own today? It’s all the proof I need. No more games. No more stories. She needs to know the truth.
“But Dr…” She continues, “I- I’m getting the same feelings talking to you… right now.” She says in a lower tone. A tone that has an edge of urgency to it and it’s one that makes me swallow hard.
“Ex- Excuse me-?” I ask, feigning ignorance. Fighting to keep my act up for as long as I can before I know I'll have to claim her right here on that fucking couch.
“It’s stupid, I know…” she says, trying to chuckle but making a kind of braying sound instead. “But whenever I think about it- And seeing you today…It’s…I dunno. I guess that’s why I need your help.” She says with a sudden sigh. Propping herself up on her elbow. One side of her full chest shifting down, opening the top of her blouse a little. Giving me the perfect view of her cleavage.
I snap my eyes shut. And making a pyramid with my fingertips I press them to my lips, deep in thought. That’s the look I'm trying for. “I’m glad you told me… So early in our session, I mean.” I explain. My brow creasing and my mouth crimping. Willing myself to keep from exploding still, but also struck dumb by her.
The way she looks now she's shared one of her innermost thoughts tells me there’s a lifetime for us both in there. A lifetime together for her to tell me everything and for me to show her just how I feel about it. Day and night. Forever…
“I think drastic feelings call for drastic measures!” I exclaim suddenly. Sharing the look of epiphany with her. The perfect plan to get us both alone and to do what should have happened that night instead. Kinda like an alternate ending that I know she’ll love way better than therapy. Even though it’ll mean she’ll find out it was me all along. But I don’t want my girl thinking she’s got the hots for every man she sees.
I need to stake my claim and fast. I’ll show her. Prove to her that the only man she’s ever needed was right under her pepper tree that night and he’s right by her side now. Ready to take her home, forever.
“How would you feel, Lori… If we tried something a littleunconventional?”
Her eyes widen and my question and she squeaks a shivered reply, “Wha- What do you mean?” She asks with a shiver, chewing at her lip again. My hand twitching, wanting to undo my pants and just show her exactly what I mean.
