"No, Doctor, I don't allow myself to talk to them or bother them anymore. I don't put any guy on the spot anymore, or make him feel uncomfortable; it's not fair. I've learned to be happy with whom God sends me, and I'm very happy with the man I have."
"So you don't ever look at other men anymore, Sally?"
Initially looking at Dr. Allen straight on, Sally now hung her head down.
He continued, "You must notice one every once in a while, even if you don't want to, like on the street?" Dr. Allen surmised that it was impossible for Sally not to look at other men while she was out in public. He was thinking out loud that she would be better off with someone who didn't strike her like Damian did, alcohol-induced or otherwise. In fact, as soon as he found out that it was Damian who had been the one to whip her, Dr. Allen immediately informed her co-worker Abby, whose hunch was proven correct. Since then, he and Abby each tirelessly looked for ways to get Damian the hell out of Sally's life, and have someone more "safe" replace him, in her heart that is. The two older, slightly protective presences in the young girl's life were seriously considering reporting the incident as a case of assault to the police.
Sally finally responded, "Yes, I guess it happens even when I don't want it to. Like maybe once or twice, I slipped." Sally looked down at her old shoes yet again, "but it was okay, because I went to see Damian afterwards."
"You went to Damian to tell him about it?" Dr. Allen was puzzled.
"No, I went to suck his cock." Sally clarified, matter-of-factly.
"I don't understand. You went to suck Damian's cock after noticing an attractive man on the street?" questioned Dr. Allen, now thoroughly confused by what he had just heard, not that he ever understood Sally very well to begin with.
"Well, whenever I forget to keep my eyes down and remain humble, I sometimes see a good looking man. It happens once in a blue moon, when I let my guard down. I'd see someone tall, muscular, and handsome, sometimes in a suit, or in simple jogging shorts and a T-shirt. I would forget to look away, and then he'd notice me staring at him, because I'd be up in the clouds, fantasizing about, you know, having him inside me. And then he would meet my eyes, and that would make me snap out of it, realizing the impossibility of the situation. And then..." Sally suddenly stopped.
"Go on, Sally, finish your thought." Dr. Allen encouraged.
"... and then afterwards, it would leave me feeling really empty inside, hopeless, you know, in despair, like I was going to starve to death or die somehow. You see, that man I was admiring would surely never let me taste his cum. At that point, I would get a strong stirring, like an aching feeling, tugging at me down there, and when it got really bad, I would go to Damian right away. Sometimes it happened in the middle of the day, like during the weekend when I was running errands. But then the thought of having Damian's cock later would be enough to tide me over, and give me hope to get through the feelings of desperation. Afterwards, after swallowing Damian's cum, I'd be okay again."
"And Damian himself, do you ever feel that you'd be bothering him?" Dr. Allen was curious to know.
"Oh no, he always welcomes me with open arms. Whatever he's doing, he just drops it, and lets me know I'm important to him, that he's plenty glad to see me." Sally was now smiling, beaming from ear to ear, actually. "I mean, here's a man who's kind enough to give me all his time and all his cum, and I hungrily eat it all up. For a few days afterwards, I'd still have the taste of him in my mouth." Sally was in the clouds again. "And the smell of his body comforts me, too. Like one time, he had a scarf of mine for a few days, and when I got it back, it smelled like him. He said he had kept it close to his heart, inside his jacket the whole time he had it. Mmmmm, it smelled so good! Now I just keep that scarf in my purse." Sally looked as happy as a clam, so Dr. Allen let her enjoy her bliss for a few seconds, before injecting a dose of reality into the discussion.
"Sally, I expect it's not that comfortable over there where Damian stays, and not too clean either", he commented, careful not to let on that he'd actually seen the alleyway where she and Damian cavorted together.
Sally smiled understandingly. "No it's not, but it doesn't matter, because what I get from Damian by far outweighs any discomfort or filth. Anyway, no one's making me go to him.
I choose to go on my own. Sometimes I can't even stand the waiting, and I have to have him in my mouth right away. You see, Doctor, when I'm sucking on his cock, everything's alright in the world. I know I'll get to swallow all of his yummy cum, and it will nourish me, give me all the energy I need to face the world. The feeling I get when his dick is throbbing inside my mouth, inside my pussy, inside my ass, it's amazing. It makes everything okay."
Shit. Dr. Allen was throbbing really hard himself. At this point in their therapist-patient relationship, he was no longer able to wait until the end of the session to jack off. He began stroking his rock-hard cock right there, under his wide vestibule, just a few feet away from his young patient. The more Sally talked, the harder he got. Jesus, he surely couldn't cum in front of her; that would be too risky. He had his license to think of. So he decided to change the subject slightly, and maneuver the conversation toward something less sexual, like "normal" boys her age, like Vincent, for instance.
With a slight roll of her eyes, Sally now had an aggravated look on her face, yet again forced to deal with the hum drum reality of her surroundings. Nevertheless, she started, "I hear them talking sometimes; those "normal boys", the ones with jobs and apartments of their own. They talk about girls they're not into, but whom they'd fuck anyway, because they're just horny guys, after all. They say ugly girls are easy, because we're so desperate for male attention. They just want to use the girl, and then simply throw her away like a piece of trash. But I've found that one man's trash is another man's treasure. There's so much truth in that."
"You think all normal boys are like that, Sally?" Dr. Allen wanted to know.
"Yes, when it comes to girls like me, that's how normal boys are. But I'm not angry about that. I have no illusions, Doctor. I may have been naïve before, but not anymore. And I may be a little inexperienced, but I'm not stupid. You know, in another lifetime, Damian and I could be man and wife, but in this life, we are what we are, and I accept it."
"You don't think it's possible for you two to be man and wife someday?" Dr. Allen inquired, getting a case of the déjà vu's, because he vaguely recalled them having this conversation before.
"No" Sally concluded with no bitterness in her voice. "You see, he will continue living on the street, and I want to continue living under a roof, especially during the winter. My disposition can't take the cold for too long. Sometimes, after I've been with him out in the open air for a few hours, I come home and I've gotten sick, like with a case of the sniffles, coughing and sneezing. So I don't think we could live as a 'normal' married couple, he and I. And Doctor, to be honest, neither of us is normal anyway, which is why we're right for each other."
"You don't think there's any possibility of him getting off the streets?" Dr. Allen posed the question thoughtfully.
"No, I don't want him to", Sally quickly retorted.
"You don't?" Dr. Allen, bewildered, hadn't expected Sally's answer.
