Page 12 of Psycho Therapist

“I know you’re a big girl now, sweetie…” Mom says in a slightly condescending tone, probably rolling her eyes the same as me but for very different reasons, “…But the deal was with us going away that you had someone with you… At all times!”

I grunt in reply, my man’s magic quickly consuming me to the point of needing this kind of therapy on a permanent basis. Dad seizes the phone and my ear is full of his commanding tone which is kinda weird compared to my mom’s shrieking. And it's nowhere near as convincing as anything Dr. Schmidt orders me to do. Like shaking his head side to side with a low growl once he hears my dad’s ultimatum.

“You either get Becky around there or we’re turning around and coming straight home, Lori. I mean it…”

Dr. Schmidt’s fingers slip out of me and he looms up in front, his whole body pressed hard over mine as he takes the phone. My jaw drops slack as he takes command of the situation, but really I’m just missing those fingers of his already. Missing the sensation of his face buried in me. He clears his throat some and then gives my dad the same speech he gave Becky, letting them know the man from our yard is on the loose again but reminding both parents that they’re interrupting a supervised therapy session as well as the fact that he has, “…The situation well in hand…” He rasps. His huge free hand squeezing my whole chest and making me see spots dance in front of my eyes, making me swallow down on a squeal of delight.

“Lori’s being watched over. Thoroughly,” he continues, making sure his eyes lock on mine as he relishes every word, “…You have my personal guarantee that Lori’s being well looked after… Covered from every angle…inside and out…”

Dad’s shocked a little, but only because they weren’t informed about any of this. “It was just supposed to be therapy… And just where is all thissupervised therapytaking place?” He asks hotly. Mom already starting in the background with her next wave of “Oh my god” and “This is so like her… Every damned time…” But again, Dr. Schmidt only replies that I’m an adult and has patient confidentiality. He also adds that the therapy is going well. At least, it was until Mom called up.

And what if Becky just comes over like she usually does? She can probably see Dr. Schmidt’s car parked out front from her own house if she looked out her own front window…

“Lori tells me you two are on vacation?” Dr. Schmidt asks my dad, shifting the focus from me and catches both my parents off guard. In no time they’ve confessed it's a second honeymoon and start to pick his brains about things they can do to improve their relationship. I make a face when my mom calls out loudly that they haven’t ‘done it’ in over six months.

“Perhaps when all this is over we can have a chat.” He says in a clinical tone, “For now, I'd recommend you continue with your own plans. Have a romantic weekend away and just- Well…. I’m sure you two know what I mean…”

My parents go silent for a while and after promising to make an appointment as soon as they get back and vowing to follow his advice, they hang up. No mention of anything about them coming home. Not another word about the maniac still on the loose. Not even saying goodbye to me.

It’s perfect. The man is a wizard with his tongue in more ways than one. I bet Dr. Schmidt here could talk his way out of or into anything.

“You really are incredible, you know that?” I tell Dr. Schmidt, who hangs up my phone and sets it on the bedside dresser. Cocking his brow in reply, he says the only words I wanna hear out of his mouth before he disappears from view again. My hands gripping his thick hair as I ease myself back, purring.

“Now. Where were we…?”

9

LEE

Choking the real Doctor Schmidt and assuming his identity has brought me everything I wanted in record time and every time I open my mouth pretending to be him I only sound more convincing with every word. A neat trick when her parents call unexpectedly, but I don't like Lori thinking I'm someone I'm not.

You’ll have to tell her…

But when, right now? Right as she's about to-

“Ooooh, Doctor Schmidt…’ Lori sighs, pulling my face deeper into her musky, virgin mound. Making me groan as my hands grab handfuls of her ass, pressing her as hard against my mouth as I dare without hurting her but it's the magic formula. Drawing a long and protracted climax from her that we both enjoy. Her first real climax, I’m sensing and my own is already trickling from my throbbing helm in little rivers I can’t hold much longer. A hot river of milky seed and pre-come that’s being wasted every second it’s not being pumped into her.

She’s spent from her own sudden and mind-blowing orgasm, but she's far from done. Ready is what she is and we both know it. I only have to give her a single glance with the question in my eyes. She nods dreamily, her fingers tracing the line of her own essence from my cheek which I cover with my mouth, tasting her all over again when she whispers, “I- I want you, Dr. Schmidt… I need you inside me… Can we?” She asks, expecting me to say no.

“It’ll mean I can't be your therapist anymore,” I inform her, shifting myself and watching her eyes widen when she sees just how hard she's made me and just how much of me she's about to be filled with.

“But this is therapy…Isn't it?” She asks, giggling with abandon and reaching for my thick organ, but I shake my head as I grip my engorged member from the base, already aiming it at her quivering, creaming virgin slit.

“This isn't therapy, Lori.” I confess, “…It’s the cure. The cure for all your problems… But only if you want it.”

I don’t expect her to get the full meaning of it though, not right now. But she’ll see.

Tell her, will ya!? She needs to know…

I open my mouth to tell her the truth. Tell her there’s something she oughta know before we go any further, but we both end up saying the same thing at exactly the same time.

“…There’s something I gotta tell you…”

“You first…”

“No, you go…”

“I- I’ve never been with anyone before, Dr. Schmidt,” She murmurs. Making me wince but not because of her being virgin. I already knew that. It’s the fact that my little secret is way bigger than never having done it before. Although I gotta admit, I don't remember the last time I ever have. Lori’s replaced every memory with her face, every feeling in me with her smell. She’s all there is for me now. Forever.

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