Certified virgin
Sandra loves being a free spirt, embracing who she is and not what other people think she should be. Being uninhibited about social norms has caused the inevitable speed humps on life's path. Stumbling from one bad relationship into another after a failed marriage, her concerned mother and sister intervened. They hoped counselling would help but Doctor Love's Practice provided so much more than they could have imagined.
Life's never boring. I've a new friend named Les I met at a coffee shop. Sandra.
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I wasn't surprised when Maddisyn asked me. Nothing about the Practice surprises me anymore. I'm easily tempted and couldn't resist seeing my story in print. The title we decided on brings a smile to my face. That cherry was picked years ago. I'm undecided about telling Mum about my naughty secret. After all, she is paying for the treatment. I'll share my story with you while giving that dilemma a little more thought . . .
The Practice is an exclusive medical centre specialising in women's health and relationship counselling. Mum eventually convinced me to seek help, nagging me until I gave in to be more correct. Life was spiralling out of control. My marriage had fallen apart and there's been one poor choice after another since. Bad girls just seem to attract bad boys.
I knew it was going to cost Mum a fortune as soon as I turned into Park Crescent. Double-story terrace homes lined the street and enjoyed the views of the large park opposite with its tall trees, sweeping lawns and garden beds full of the colours of early spring. The Practice was one of the prettiest buildings and beautifully restored. I loved the ornate veranda, decorative wrought iron, patterned tiling and the lead-light windows. I couldn't wait to see inside the pretty old building.
Maddisyn manages the Practice and gave me a tour. The interior period features were just as amazing and I loved the antique furniture and furnishings. I felt so out-of-place and almost didn't register as a Guest. But Maddisyn was lovely and made me feel so welcome. Despite the facade, I soon worked out that the Practice really was my sort of place.
I'm naturally suspicious. Something about the Practice didn't seem right. Reviewing a medical centre was unusual to start with and I never met another Guest during my visits. Erotic questions in a personality survey I completed made me even more curious, and excited. Maddisyn mentioned Guests liked getting dressed up and she helped with their makeup and hair. Why would they go to so much trouble? I soon discovered the answer.
I'd chosen my favourite top for today's session, a white shoe-string camisole. I love the feeling of my breasts swaying playfully under the silky fabric. The matching skirt was carelessly short and with a swishing hem. It was perfect for showing off the floral vine weaving its way up the outside of my left thigh. It's exciting doing what other people think I shouldn't.
My new doctor isn't judgemental and obviously enjoys the company of attractive women, Doctor Love's naughty roaming gaze appealing to my exhibitionist trait. The attraction I felt surprised me. I'm only 22 and he must be late 50s. He's always immaculately dressed and has a gentlemanly manner that's at home in the elegant ambience of the Practice. While I felt and looked like a fish out of water. We have something in common, doing inappropriate things we really shouldn't.
I got comfortable on the couch opposite Doctor Love and knowingly grinned as I flashed more than my long sensual legs. 'I'm interested in how you two met,' he commenced.
My mother said Phil was really nice and a decent guy, the veiled criticism of my choice of men not going unnoticed. Attracting second glances is easy. But I always seem to attract jerks. Nice guys think I'm just too pretty and wouldn't be interested in them. Or they're intimidated by my outward going personality. Mum's a much better judge of men.
'Mum and Phil worked together and she hoped he'd turn me into a good girl,' I smirked.
Doctor Love gave me one of his angelic smiles. 'Go on, Sandra,' he encouraged.
Not that I needed encouraging. I enjoy gazing into those roaming soft blue eyes and knowing the wicked things my doctor would like to do to me. But Doctor Love has always been the perfect gentleman. It's more difficult concealing the bulge pushing down his inside leg! Being older than my father and my doctor made the cock-teasing all the more exciting.
I uncrossed and recrossed my legs. 'Mum arranged to bring Phil to my place one evening,' I smiled noticing the bereft in his gaze as the flash of lace disappeared between my thighs.
I explained that my older sister checked Phil out when he called at Mum's place first. Susan phoned me when they left and gave a glowing report. After the introduction, Mum disappeared for a while so we could get to know each other. I could see why Mum and Susan were excited.
'Phil came over a few evenings later. One thing led to another and he got some pussy,' I grinned loving the taste of the dirty talk rolling off my tongue.
Nothing I've said or done has shocked Doctor Love. He's heard all about my wicked past. I'm sure he enjoyed the intimate details as much as I liked telling them. I got pregnant in my last year of high school. I wasn't called Randy Sandy for nothing. I graduated at eight months and married a week after my eighteenth birthday. The sham of a marriage with Brian didn't even make the first anniversary. I've stumbled from one bad relationship to another since the separation.
'I'm sure it felt right for both of you,' Doctor Love commented.
I smiled at his tactfulness but there was no point sugar-coating my promiscuity. 'Phil asked about me getting pregnant. Nobody else has,' I softly laughed, almost to myself.
'He seems a caring person,' Doctor Love observed.
'Phil was better than I'd hoped and not just between the sheets,' I answered, leaning into the conversation with a coy grin.
Doctor Love's eyes were drawn to more than a hint of cleavage. 'It didn't last . . .?' He intuitively prompted, lifting his gaze and my smirk confirming he'd been caught.
'I thought he was different to the others,' I lamented. 'I should have seen it coming.'
I explained I'd been there before with so many other guys. Sex was the attraction but my four-year-old son meant too much commitment. Mum gave Phil an envelope at work to bring over one evening. He delivered more than the divorce papers from Brian.
'Phil said Shaun deserved more than a slut for a mother. Well, not those exact words but that's what he meant,' I sighed reflectively.
There was a moment's hesitation. 'How did the break up make you feel?' Doctor Love's brow furrowing with the question.
'I was upset. I told him it takes two to fuck,' I answered, enjoying a hit of adrenaline as I held his gaze. 'I thought he was a hypocrite,' I added leaning back and recrossing my legs.
We discussed my reaction to the breakup. Doctor Love was wonderful, guiding me through the range of emotions. The initial hurt and tears soon subsided, replaced with being confused and never feeling so alone. What Phil said played on my mind. I wondered what was wrong with me after so many breakups. I couldn't be bothered even trying to meet someone else. What was the point?
'I just lost interest in guys and kept my legs together,' I sighed a little dispirited.
