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.
Mum felt terrible that things didn't work out with Phil. I admitted that me being in a foul mood didn't make it any easier for her. Mum thought I needed professional help. Susan discovered the Practice on the Internet and Mum offered to pay for counselling. She also suggested Joining Parents without Partners.
'Was that helpful?' Doctor Love asked.
'I wasn't much older than some of the kids,' I scoffed. 'Their dads were just horny old men,' the words escaping before I'd thought them through.
Doctor Love seemed more amused than offended. 'Old like me?' He laughed.
I smiled at the comment and bit my lower lip, imagining my horny doctor's toned body under his tailored three-piece suit. 'You're still in good shape,' I flirted and rolled my eyebrows.
There's just something sexually intriguing about Doctor Love. It's not so much a physical thing. Although he's certainly good looking for his age and can be ever so charming. But the inappropriateness of his sexual interest and flirting that we both enjoy excites me the most. It was wrong for so many reasons but that's part of the attraction.
'Tell me about the certificate,' Doctor Love inquired.
I'd mentioned the certificate last session but didn't have it with me. 'I hadn't had sex for six months since Phil. Susan made me this novelty virgin's certificate,' I answered, reaching into my carry bag.
'May I see it?' He asked curiously.
I stood up, slipped off my pull-on black boots and curled up on the couch next to Doctor Love. 'Susan's a graphic artist,' I mentioned handing him the certificate.
'It looks authentic,' he commented and looking impressed. 'How long have you had it?' He added handing back the certificate.
'Oh, about four months,' I replied putting the certificate back in the bag.
'You've abstained all that time?' Doctor Love quizzed almost in disbelief.
My lips cured into a naughty smile. 'Well, not a real cock,' I smirked twirling strands of dyed pink hair around my fingers.
The crude admission brought a smile to Doctor Love's face while he seemed lost in thought. 'Do you think it's time it was torn up?' He finally joked.
I leant into the conversation, my breasts swinging free. 'You have something to cure my virginity?' I grinned and not really expecting a reply.
My nipples hardened noticing Doctor Love's cock twitching in appreciation. It's enjoyable flirting and clowning around with my new doctor. It's obvious he enjoys my dirty talk and the sexual innuendos as much as me, much more than we really should.
