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Not able to even formulate a word until he speaks first after I hear my door gently close. It should worry me, but it only makes my already thumping heartbeat kick up a notch. Everything that should be ringing alarm bells with Dr. Schmidt is having the opposite effect, making me want something like that night to happen again… But between us.

That’s supposed to be what's wrong with me and so far the good doctor here is only making it worse. I mean better…

Dr. Schmidt inhales deeply and slowly. Breathing out the kind of in-control calm that should relax me but it only makes me shiver. And he wastes no time in starting our therapy that obviously gives him his ‘unconventional’ reputation.

“Stand by the window, Lori… just like that. Now… when you're ready I want you to close your eyes. To listen to my voice and let your mind go back to that night…”

I mew a little sound, pressing my legs together out of reflex. My lids dropping heavily as I hum another little sound matched by one of his own. A deep, penetrating sound that makes me feel dizzy but he commands me again to keep my eyes closed and to think only about that night.

What happens next though does more than just recall my memories. It guarantees a lifetime of new ones. Better ones.

And all of them with Dr. Schmidt.

7

LEE

If only the real Doctor Schmidt could see me now…

My smile’s faded and given way to something else now. My need for Lori way past the point of no return. I can see what she needs but I also need her to see it. To want me the same way I want her. I can’t dwell on the mild deception I’ve created without meaning to. Her trust in me isbecauseof me, not a name. If she wants to scream ‘Oh, Doctor Schmidt!’ as I stuff her virgin pussy, that’s fine. We can get to the formal introductions later.

I can’t think about it though. The truth, I mean. Not right now. She’s the only true thing in my world now. There’ll be cops looking for me as it is once they find the real Doctor Schmidt. I’ve already broken bail so our future is already gonna have some obstacles. Money might ‘compensate’ the other complainants, those girls I looked at only to realize they weren't even close. But the charges from the other night on top of what I did to Schmidt?

Like I say, I just can’t think about it. I’m so close to having her, nothing else matters. Seeing her house in the daylight, laundry day too by the looks. Fresh panties waving ‘hi’ to me from the line I can see from her room into the yard. It brings it all back. Like someone’s hit the pause button and we can pick up right where we left off the other night. Like it should’ve been all along.

I feel the same level of calm control I did when I had Schmidt by the throat as I coach her to recall everything. But I want it to be her words, her experience. “…Tell me everything you see, Lori… Everything you feel…”

Her body sways and shudders, her head tilting back and her hair coming loose from its ponytail making me stifle a groan. The beam of stiff arousal I have for her swells harder than I've ever been in my life. The slick of my own warm pre-come familiar in my pants to me now, but this extended and silent foreplay has gone on long enough.

Lori’s lost in her own memory. Most of all, she's there without any real prompting from me at all. In seconds I can see she's hornier than hell and her hands absently move towards the space between her legs before she stops herself with a sound of annoyed frustration.

“What is it, Lori?” I quiz her firmly, “Tell me what you see… How it makes you feel… Everything it wants to make you do…”

She grunts out a breath, her body stiff as her head snaps to face me. Her eyes wide open with an almost pleading look, locked onto mine and not even noticing I have the flat of my own hand already stroking the length of my insane arousal.

“Lori…” I caution her, clenching my jaw as I feel my dick starting to spasm. Everything that wanted out that night is straining to break free, compelling me to just take her here and now. But it has to be her decision. She has to want it. She closes her eyes again and refocuses, taking a few minutes of driving me over the edge before she tells me. Before I slip my thick organ out of my pants, the thud of it against my belly only making her own body start to do what it needs to.

“Tell me… Everything…”

“I- I just can’t stop seeing him… Seeing him-”

“Seeing him what!?” I snap, making her whine as she loses all her control. Her hand bunching her skirt up and her head rolling back again. A dangerous smile spreading over her lips as she hums a loud moan. Shamelessly sliding her hand into her panties as she faces the window. I watch her elbow starting to move, but I can't see a goddamned thing.

“Lori. What are you doing… Talk to me…” I rasp. My hand sliding up and down my own shaft with as much abandon as she's starting to feel herself.

“I- I can't stop it, Dr. Schmidt… If I don't- His climax… It was- It was- Ooooh!” She gasps, her upper body rigid and her head shaking. Eyes clamped shut as she loses the fight completely.

“What was it?” I press her, moving closer behind her with each word, “Tell me what you wanted when you saw his fat cock exploding… Tell me!”

“I wanted it in my cunt! I wanted him inside me, coming all over me at the same time… I wanted to taste it… I wanted to feel it in my mouth- Why- Why are you doing this to me!?” She whines helplessly. Spinning on her heel, her hand still between her own trembling legs.

My mouth locks over hers as she whimpers. Her hand sliding free of her own wetness only to reach for what I have for her. I kiss her long and hard. Conveying everything to her without words. Her own tongue scrambles for mine and it’s only her need for air to moan aloud that makes her pull back. Clutching me again just as quickly as she looks up at me pleadingly.

“Dr. Schmidt- We- Weshouldn’t…” She whispers feebly. Already sliding one and then both hands up and down my aching pole. Responding to my therapy idea way quicker than I thought she might, but her need is as big as mine and a problem shared is a problem halved.

“I want you to see me ashim, Lori…” I stammer, feeling my balls tighten. My seed pulsing up my shaft already, eager to give her what she wants, wherever she wants it.

“Tell me what you wanted him to do. Did you want him to come up to your room? See you like this-? Fingering yourself like a little whore?” I ask gruffly, almost shocked when she squeezes me harder, whining like a wounded animal. Starting to yank on my dick like I was the other night and needing some direction for her feelings, which I instantly apply.

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