Vanessa frowned. “Sue, are you alright?”
I snapped back out of my musing. “I’m sorry. Do you mind if I visit the lady’s room? I know it’s unprofessional,” I shrugged, “but I need to.”
“Sure. You mind if I have a cigarette?”
I was already up and halfway to the door. “Ok. I’ll be right back.”
“Take your time.”
When I got into the lady’s room, I checked to make sure that the stalls were empty. Then I stared at myself in the mirror. I wanted to go into a stall and use my fingers on myself while I dreamed of Vanessa and I doing things to each other’s body. I summoned my considerable willpower and clamped down on those thoughts, attempting to crush the life out of them. I didn’t dare go into a stall to regain control of my emotions. I feared the temptation would be too great. But the risk was also great of someone entering the room while I stared into the mirror and my shoulders heaved with my effort.
One of the ancients wrote, “Fortuna opens her legs for you one day and shits in your soup the next.” That day the strumpet of heaven smiled on me. No one entered before I had regained full control of myself. I made a decision. I would have as much sex as I could with my list of casual partners. And, if that didn’t work, I would expand the list. Sexual satiety from a variety of companions should provide insulation from obsessing over any particular person.
My watch told me I had been in the rest room for a full ten minutes. Enough time to have ‘taken care of business’ but not so much as to raise an alarm. I reentered my office and found Vanessa sitting in a side chair by my desk, crossed legs, barefoot, and dangling a cigarette from her fingers. I had a clue that my mental efforts had succeeded when a glance at her dainty feet failed to trigger a desire to suck on her well-kept toes.
I gave her an embarrassed smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll make up the time. I don’t have anybody scheduled after you today.”
I didn’t tell her that I had fallen into the habit of making her my last patient on Wednesdays. Not a conscious decision. Did I want to leave open the possibility of casting inhibitions aside and making love with her right there on my couch? Was it because I knew that Linda, my current favorite, was a teacher and would be available to relieve my arousal in the late afternoon? Was it because I wanted to be able to give Vanessa a double session, like I had done twice before, if the need arose? “It doesn’t matter,” I told myself. “I have a plan now, and I’m going to stick to it.
Vanessa said, “You’re only human, Sue. We all have to go to the bathroom. Don’t worry about it.”
“So, you’re ready to proceed?”
“I think so, but I don’t remember where we were.”
I consulted my pad. “You were telling me about Karen’s job.”
Vanessa crushed out her cigarette. “I’m gonna need the couch for that. I like you to sit facing me. It makes it easier for me to talk to you.”
As I got up to follow her I said, “Sure. With most of my patients it’s just the opposite. But I don’t mind. I’ll do whatever makes you most comfortable.”
She lay down. “Thanks. Well, I remember the exact circumstances of my asking Karen about her job. We ate out a lot, which I couldn’t afford, but she always said it was her treat and, besides, the starchy food in the cafeteria was bad for the waistline. I remember teasing her about accusing me of being fat. But she raked her eyes down my body and back up and said, ‘Juicy and curvy ain’t fat, baby.’ That made my panties so damp I almost suggested we eat each other instead. But I was really hungry, so we went to our favorite ‘soup and salad’ place.
“I asked her how she could afford to eat out so much and pay for me to boot. She shrugged and said she had a good job. I asked what she did. Now, you gotta remember, she and I had been lovers for about six weeks. We first made love just before mid-term exams and it was already past Thanksgiving. She said something like, ‘Maybe it’s about time I told you about it. But you’ve gotta promise not to be jealous or judgmental.’
“That really aroused my curiosity. I said, ‘Don’t tell me you’re a stripper.’ She looked a little offended, or maybe she was playing, I didn’t know, but she didn’t smile when she answered.”
***
I think it would be more interesting now to switch to ‘observer mode’ here.
***
Karen asked, “Why not? Do you think men wouldn’t find my body attractive?”
Vanessa reached across the table and laid her hand over Karen’s. “Not at all.” Then remembering where they sat, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “You know I think your body is amazing, especially those sexy hip bones and your long nipples.” Vanessa smiled. “You’re plenty desirable and attractive.”
Still solemn, Karen said, “So, I have your promise? No judgment and no jealousy?”
Vanessa removed her hand. “If it’s a juicy story, maybe we should go back to the dorm.”
Karen nodded. “Agreed.”
Most of the places they went were within a mile of the campus, so they always walked. Karen was dressed as usual and Vanessa wore a halter top sundress, thin French-cut panties, and cork-bottomed high-heel sandals. Karen had bought the outfit, telling her they made her look even sexier than normal.
When they got inside their room, Karen threw an arm around Vanessa’s waist, pulled her close, and kissed her while squeezing her butt. Over the past weeks, she’d discovered how well her blonde lover responded to having her ass fondled during a deep wet kiss.
The thin dress and panties did nothing to impede the smell of the voluptuous girl’s arousal from drifting up to Karen’s nostrils. She pushed her friend down on the bed, reached up under the dress, and pulled the panties down. Vanessa watched Karen hold the panties up to her face, close her eyes, and inhale. The slender girl smiled and murmured, “You smell as delicious as you look.” Knowing what those words would do, she opened her eyes and gave the juicy blonde a hungry stare. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Vanessa’s expression, feral and helpless, together with her uncontrollably rocking hips, conveyed her need. But that wasn’t enough for Karen. “Say it, baby. What do you need?”
Vanessa whimpered. “Please kiss my pussy. I NEED you to kiss my pussy.”
Karen pulled the blonde’s skirt up to her waist, knelt, and stared at her lover’s cunt. The thick kinky blond hair was long gone. By the third time they had made love, Vanessa had agreed to let Karen shave it off. Now, the slender girl admired the lovely pink folds of her friend’s tight nether lips.
Gently, she pulled them apart and saw them glistening with delicious female nectar. She licked up, down, across, sucking each lip into her mouth, tickling them with her tongue. “Ummm. You’re delicious. Nothing tastes better than you, baby.”
Vanessa panted and murmured, “Please. Please. Oh, that’s so good.” She ran her fingers through Karen’s short hair.
Karen ran her tongue up Vanessa’s slit to her clit and swirled her tongue around the delicate bud. Vanessa gasped. Karen sucked it into her mouth and rubbed it with her stiff tongue. Vanessa cried out, her body stiffened. As the days had passed and their relationship blossomed, Vanessa found arousal and its ultimate consequence easier to achieve. Within scant moments, her body shook as her orgasm radiated out from her clit.