“Becky- Hi!” I gush after setting a new record for the time taken to answer a call. I don't sound like my usual self. I sound like a girl who's about to unravel and the strain is showing in my voice.
“Heeey… I’ll be over in a couple of hours,” she says, giving me a jolt of panic that reminds me just how crazy what I’m planning would sound even if I did tell her. But what am I gonna tell her? She’ll need a credible reason for calling off her staying. And if it’s not coming directly from my dad, Becky’s gonna know something’s up.
Like I said, she's the kind of friend I keep at arm’s length for a reason. She’s too damned nosy and has a turbocharged motor for a mouth when it comes to gossip.
The phone creaks in my hand and I catch Dr. Schmidt’s eyes boring into mine. Giving me a feeling that goes way beyond doctor-patient relations.
“You don’t need to come over after all…” I explain with sudden confidence in my voice. As if it’s Dr. Schmidt himself doing the talking now. The firm but friendly tone of a professional who knows what’s best for his patient.
“It’s a little embarrassing, Becky… Just- It’s like this-”
Dr. Schmidt’s hand is over mine in a second, lifting it to his own ear as I try to process how he could have moved so quickly. Towering over me as he stands in front of me, I can see more of his pants front than anything else so how could I look anywhere else?
“Becky? My name’s Dr. Schmidt. I’m helping the police with Lori’s case, I believe you arranged to spend some time with Lori this weekend-? Uh-huh… Well, I can’t go into too much detail…” Dr. Schmidt tells her. making me gulp hard as I try not to stare at his pants front.
If that’s a pleat, I’m a god damned movie star…
But it’s what he tells her next that sends a shock wave of a different kind through me. “…The man who was watching her. He’s failed to attend court-ordered therapy, we’re just keeping a close eye on Lori until he’s found again…”
He says it so calmly, so truthfully. So matter of fact that I can't help feeling scared and more than just a little excited at the same time.
I just wished Dr. Schmidt would have told me sooner. This is a helluva way to find out that maniac’s still out there…
With his huge cock, massive muscles and- Stop it! You'll never get better if you keep thinking about it like that!
“I’ll pass you back over, Becky. And we’d appreciate it if you could keep this to yourself… Oh yes, Lori’s parents have been informed. You take care now…”
I stammer something to Becky, telling her I’m fine, and find myself lying like a natural when I add that my parents know all about this.
“I told Dad I’d let you know myself,” I explain, having to talk over Becky’s buttinsky attitude now she has some hot gossip. But when it comes to me and Dr. Fucking pant bulge here? I’m not telling a soul. This is my big chance at… Something.
And it's either gonna cure me or send me to an asylum so I’ll do anything the doctor wants, but once I do hang up I can't help feeling annoyed he didn't tell me the man from that night is on the loose. But Dr. Schmidt can read me loud and clear.
“I’m sorry, Lori. I didn't want to worry or distract you so early into our session… But it's true, the man who was watching you that night is a patient of mine also, well! He was supposed to be!” He exclaims with a sudden burst of amusement, shaking his head a little as he moves his eyes over my body again.
“He was a no-show, so he’ll be picked up soon enough for breaching his bail conditions… And in the meantime, you have me to watch over you,” he adds with a suddenly intense look that makes the breath catch in my already heaving chest.
“I mean it though,” he says serious again, “We can’t be disturbed or interrupted, not for anything. If you're having these feelings we need to act fast and get t the bottom of it.”
My head’s stabbing nods fast but my mind is churning with a million questions. Already confusing my feelings for the man under the tree with how I’m supposed to act with a therapist. By the time he says we should leave, like right now, it’s hard for me to believe what’s happening. Every second with the doctor is only amplifying the feelings and needs I've tried to satisfy since that night.
“I- I’ll do whatever you need me to…” I tell him, not that he’s asking. But the look in his eyes as he holds the door open for me compels me to say something. To let him know I’m all his, so to speak.
“You will.” He replies, making my heart skip a beat. Longing to hear his voice giving me a different kind of instruction rather than just talk, “Like I told Becky, Lori. You're under my supervision now. My rules.”
Rules I can see at a glance from the pulsing bulge he’s still sporting in his pants that we both know he’s already broken.
5
LEE
Idon’t care if she can see how hard she's making me. I hope she sees every inch of my straining need for her now. She’d better get used to it too because it’s gonna be balls deep inside her anytime soon now. It takes everything I have to maintain control once she yields to my own idea for therapy and I surprise myself again when I tell her friend Lori’s under my supervision now.
But my real instinct is still to just bend her over that couch, yank her panties to one side and fuck her like she so clearly needs it from me.
The hint of suspicion in Lori’s eyes about my ‘supervising her’ melts once she sees how convincing this all is. I want to explain things to her, about who I really am… But that can wait. I need to stake my claim as well as plant a seed in her belly before we have any more interruptions. But the level of confidence I have right now is overwhelming.
Thinking about how it’s gonna feel, how it’ll be from now on… Like I said, it's taking every ounce of my self-control to get us somewhere else and do what needs doing. Namely, Lori.
