Christy The Sex Therapist Pt 08

(Hi everyone. I'm new to this. I've written one other shorter story, but this is my first attempt at a longer tale. I'm keen to get some feedback (DM me), but I also want to point out that there's an end in mind, though it might take a while to get there. In any case, please hang in there. Hopefully it's not meandering too much, but I do like the idea of some segments of the story having no sex to make some room for character development. I put this story in the 'novellas' category because I didn't think it fit anywhere else. Anyway, I hope some of you are enjoying reading it. I'm absolutely loving writing it! Might be a while before the next instalment, though.)

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Two weeks came and went. Alex continued his pre-season rugby training as the season approached, and the time he spent in the gym helped make his muscled frame become even more toned. Miss Christy worked from home, handling her appointments remotely through Zoom and Teams. Meanwhile, Marcus recuperated.

Marcus spent his days watching movies (a few months ago he'd written his bucket list of cinema, what better time than now to tick things off?), reading books and emailing his friends from Miss Christy's spare laptop. He'd have loved to see some of his friends in person, but he didn't think it appropriate to invite them around to Miss Christy's house. He spent his nights eating dinner with Miss Christy and Alex, meals freshly cooked from their kitchen. He enjoyed their nightly conversations, and he even learned a thing or two about rugby. He thought he might enjoy watching Alex play once he'd regained freedom of movement.

He slept deeply and peacefully. The bruising and swelling around his ankle disappeared more quickly than he'd been told to expect, and after two weeks he felt able to walk almost normally. He didn't need his crutches anymore. He wasn't sure if he could jog or run yet, and he didn't think he could walk long tiring distances, but he was able enough to walk around the house, and even to walk around the block. He enjoyed being about to absorb some sunshine and to breathe some fresh outdoor air. He was glad of the unexpected break from his shitty job, and the sick leave he'd accumulated meant rent wasn't a problem.

In an email conversation with one of his friends, he learned that the skater chick who sucked him off a few weeks ago had saved his board. Marcus was glad to know it wasn't lost. He knew he could always buy a new one if he had to, but he'd had his main deck for so long it was almost like an extension of his feet. All boards are subtly different, and he felt completely attuned to his own.

At dinner that night with Miss Christy and Alex, he mentioned it. "Hey, Miss Christy, I found out today that I haven't lost my deck. I didn't know what happened to it when the ambulance arrived, but it turns out someone's looking after it for me."

Miss Christy was glad to hear this. "That's good news, Marcus. Do you know who has it?"

"Yeah, I do, Miss Christy. That ... chick ... that ... ummm ... the girl I mentioned."

Miss Christy was pretty sure she knew who Marcus was referring to. Alex was oblivious. Miss Christy was curious about this girl. She didn't really know the extent of Marcus's friendship with her. Were they good friends, were they fuckbuddies, or was the blowjob she gave him a one-off? The fact that she was the one who called the ambulance and she was the one who kept his board must mean something.

Miss Christy put her cutlery down. "I could probably get it from her for you. If you'd like."

"That'd be great! I mean ... so long as you don't mind."

"Of course I don't mind, Marcus. It's important to you, and I think I understand. If you can organise something with the girl who's looking after it for you, I can collect it from her and bring it back to you."

After dinner, Marcus emailed the girl and thanked her for getting an ambulance for him and for looking after his board while he was recuperating. He said that his friend Christy would be able to collect his skateboard from her. She responded to say she'd be in the city tomorrow afternoon around 5 o'clock, and if his friend Christy could meet her then, she'd bring it in for her. She also said she was glad to hear he's getting some rest and that she hoped to see him at the skatepark again soon. She didn't mention anything about the BJ in the toilet block. He presumed she just wanted some dick that night, there was probably nothing else in it.

He walked half-gingerly back into the living room. "Hey Miss Christy, yeah, so I've sorted that out. Thanks again for this, I really appreciate it. Would 5 o'clock in the city be OK with you?"

"Yep, no problem, Marcus. I've got a few things I need to do in town, so I can get your skateboard from her while I'm there. What's her name?"

"April."

"How will I know who she is? What does she look like?"

"She's fairly short and skinny. Oh, her hair is green. You can't miss her."

"I think you're right about that, Marcus. Green hair would be hard to miss." Green hair? Sweet jesus. "Tell me where to meet her and I'll be there."

*

Miss Christy was in town at 5 o'clock at the agreed spot. Two girls walked towards where she was waiting. One girl was drinking from a red bull can in one hand, and she had a skateboard tucked under her other arm. Green hair. Must be her.

Miss Christy spoke. "Hey. Excuse me, are you April?"

April responded. "Yeah. Are you Christy? Marcus's friend?"

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for saving his skateboard and bringing it in for me to give to him. And especially thank you for looking out for him after his accident. He said you called an ambulance and stayed with him until they picked him up."

"Yeah, I did. He looked in pretty bad shape. I wasn't sure what else to do."

"I know. I picked him up from the hospital. He's staying at my place until he gets better."

"I'm glad he's being looked after. I know he lives alone, he might've struggled otherwise," said April.

"He should be skating again soon enough, I think. He's walking again, though slowly, and skating will probably come next. His board will probably help him recover even more quickly."

As they spoke, they sized each other up. April was wearing 8-hole Doc Marten boots with a rainbow motif. She wore long tights, striped red and black, that Christy assumed went all the way up to her crotch. She was wearing a black t-shirt with an unbuttoned collared shirt over the top, and a skirt held up by a studded belt. Her right nostril and lower lip were both pierced, and she sported some scattered tattoos. Her bright green hair was tied back in a ponytail, threaded through the back of a baseball cap. Marcus was right, April was small and skinny, no curves to speak of at all, but Miss Christy was pretty sure she'd be getting her fair share of dick. April seemed to have a sexual aura about her that Miss Christy couldn't define. Miss Christy liked April's nose ring and she imagined what she'd look like if her own nose was pierced.

April couldn't help noticing, with extreme jealousy, Miss Christy's huge rack, thick lips and fat ass. She noticed her long black hair, her deep blue eyes, and the intricately detailed tattoo sleeve on her left arm. She noticed her short tartan skirt and her knee-high fuck-me boots. And she noticed Miss Christy's deep red lipstick. April thought Miss Christy was unbelievably beautiful. April had always thought of herself as 100% straight, but ...

"How ... umm ... so how do you and Marcus know each other, Christy?"

"We've been good friends for a little while. We met in an office." Well, it was a kind of true, wasn't it? Miss Christy didn't want to give too many details. She assumed none of Marcus's friends knew he'd seen a therapist for sex-related issues, and it wasn't her place to divulge.

"Oh, OK, Christy. But where do you know him from? We've never seen you around him before." April was incredibly curious to know how Marcus had ended up crossing paths with this incredibly sexy woman.

"Yeah, I know. I've never seen you before either. So that's probably because I'm not in the skate scene. My line of interest is sex. We fuck."

April coughed on her red bull.

"Fuck, what? 'Scuse me?"

"Yeah, April. Marcus and I have sex. A *lot* of sex, actually. We're sex buddies, April."

April's eyes nearly fell out of her head. She looked at her friend in disbelief.

"You? You and Marcus ... have sex?"

"Yeah."

"You have sex ... with Marcus?"

"Yeah."

"But ... no way! Like, I mean, you're beautiful! You look like you've just stepped out of a magazine or off a fucking porn set or something!"

"Thanks, April, that's really nice of you to say. I don't think I'm especially sexy, but I definitely think Marcus is. But hey, I need to get going. Can I take Marcus's board with me please? Thanks again for bringing it in, we both really appreciate it."

April gingerly handed the deck to Miss Christy, who waved them goodbye. The look of disbelief remained on their faces as they watched Miss Christy's perfect butt as she walked away.

Miss Christy knew Marcus's reputation would go into the stratosphere after news of this exchange got back to his friends.

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42

RIP Marcus's inbox. It had already started blowing up before Miss Christy even got back home. He wasn't logged on at the time, so he didn't know. He was sitting on the couch watching some crappy TV sitcom when he heard the key turn in the lock and Miss Christy enter. Alex wasn't home, he'd gone out to a bar with some of his team mates to enjoy a few cold ones before the rugby season officially started.

"Hey, Miss Christy." He noticed she was carrying his board. "Oh, fuck, hey, thanks for getting my skateboard back from April! That's awesome!" He gingerly stood and walked over to her to give her a deep hug.

"Hey, no problem, Marcus. I really didn't mind doing this for you. Besides, it was nice to meet some of your friends. That's a first for me, I hadn't met any of your friends before."

"It wasn't just April?"

"She was with someone else, but I don't know who it was, and she didn't introduce herself or say anything."

Marcus didn't know who the other person might've been, he didn't ask for a description, and it didn't matter. He had his board back. He examined it, and it looked exactly as he remembered it. Stickers on the underside, and the slightest hint of foot grooves on the top of the board. He spun the wheels.

His phone pinged. He'd received a message but couldn't be bothered answering it.

"No skating in the house, dickhead," warned Miss Christy. She sat next to him on the couch and slapped his thigh. He was wearing his moonboot, but he thought he wouldn't need to wear it for much longer. He thought he'd ditch it tomorrow. "Hey, by the way, you owe me. For getting your board back."

"What do I owe you, Miss Christy?"

"You'll see. Come into the spare room."

*

"Lie down on the bed, Marcus."

He did.

She lifted her skirt and, without any hesitation or forewarning, she sat on his face. Her intoxicating scent assaulted all of Marcus's senses. He grabbed her hips and ass as he hungrily pulled her down. His tongue found her elusive clit and before too long she hosed him. He drank her in as she sighed.

In between shallow breaths, she said: "I told her about us, Marcus. I told your friend that we were fuck-buddies."

Marcus's mind was blank. He barely even heard the words, and they didn't register anyway. Right now, all he was thinking about was making Miss Christy climax again. It didn't take long; he felt her bean convulse violently on the tip of his tongue and she screamed. Marcus's heard his phone ping again. Another message received. Fuck off, he thought, I'm busy.

"Move over," she said. He did, and she lay down beside him. "Finger me. Finger my pussy." They looked deep, deep, deeply into each other's eyes as Marcus's hand and middle finger worked magic on her cunt. Her hips thrust forward and her jaw dropped and she cried out again as another glorious climax washed over her.

"Stop, stop. Please, stop. Services rendered are paid in full," she gasped. They lay together as she recovered her breath. She kissed him.

"So, Miss Christy, you said something before, but I couldn't hear what you said because ... well, because your cunt was in my mouth."

She smiled at him and repeated herself. "Your friend April. She was really nice. She asked me how we knew each other. I said we were fuck-buddies. I told her we had enormous amounts of sex." Marcus's eyes went wide. "Well, it's true, isn't it?"

Marcus felt a range of emotions, and the first one was panic. "But you didn't tell her *how* we met, did you?"

Miss Christy was going to enjoy toying with Marcus for these next few seconds. "Yeah, I did. She asked me, and I told her."

"Oh fuck, Miss Christy, no! What did you tell her? Fuck! Word for word?"

"I told her we met in an office. Well, that's true, right? So she probably thinks we work together or something. I didn't say anything more than that, and she didn't ask."

Marcus felt waves of relief. Immediately, he felt embarrassed to have even thought Miss Christy would've been indiscreet.

Miss Christy continued. "I couldn't help noticing you received some messages on your phone while you were eating me out. You might want to check your emails too." She winked at him and left the room.

*

43

Marcus fired up Miss Christy's spare laptop. The scent and moisture of her cunt was all over his face and he loved it. Miss Christy was right, there were more unread emails in his inbox than usual. After a few minutes spent scrolling through messages, he realised that April's friend had taken a couple of sneaky pics of Miss Christy and had shared them with his circle of friends. One pic was front-on, showcasing Miss Christy's beautiful face and firm breasts. The other was side-on, showing her voluptuous ass. It's fair to say that most of Marcus's friends were in total disbelief.

'O. M. Fucking. G!,' wrote one friend. 'April said this is your new girlfriend. No way, dude. Is this real? She's amazing. Are you fucking a pornstar? Get fucked. No way.'

'I heard what april said but get fucked dude this is complete bullshit. April's a fucking liar. As if. I know she sucked your dick once but i know she said you're pretty average and besides you're way out of this chick's league i mean like surely she has to be a pornstar, you must've met her at a convention or something,' wrote another.

The next message he read was short and straight to the point. 'Bullshit.'

'Fuck yeah bro, fucking bury your cock in that bitch's fat ass.'

'Fake news. All power to you if true, but come on. We're average and so are you, but she looks incredible.'

'Glad your board is ok Marcus but who the fuck is this'

The message that struck Marcus the hardest came from a hardcore skater friend of his. 'Wow, man. Is that your new girlfriend? Fuck, she's *amazing*. Hotter than fire. Well done for keeping this quiet, you fucking dog! Can't wait to hear your stories, my man. Fuck her hard and love her good. I hope your dick doesn't fall off. I know mine would.'

This was the only message Marcus actually responded to. 'Thanks. But nah man, unfortunately she's not my gf. She's actually married. But it's true we're having the most amazing sex rn and i think i love her.'

Marcus stopped. He started crying. This was too much.

He knew now that it was possible for him to have sex with people he loved. Perhaps Miss Christy had 'cured' him, if that's the word he was looking for. He was never seeking a 'cure', he only ever was seeking knowledge, a kind of deeper understanding of himself. But no matter where he looked, there was a bigger set of questions looming. Is it possible to fuck someone you love, when you know that person loves you too, but that person is married?

He wanted so badly to be with her all the time, but he knew he couldn't.

It was like that song by the Dirty Three. Everything's fucked.

April texted him. 'Hey marcus did you get your deck back?'

Marcus responded. 'Thanks. April, for looking after it. Yeah, Christy gave it to me. I really appreciate you helping me out. I don't know where I'd be right now without you.'

'Are you ok?'

'Yeah I think so. It's weird being away from my apartment for so long, but I'm enjoying the break from work.'

There was a pause while April took stock. 'I hope you're getting better your friend christy said you were.'

'Yeah, I think so. Slowly. Thanks. Hopefully I'll see you soon.'

*

44

After a few more days, Marcus began walking solidly again. Miss Christy had been to his apartment once on his behalf, just to collect some of his clothes while he recuperated, but otherwise, nobody had set foot in there for a couple of weeks. While he wasn't yet well enough to return to work, he felt able enough today to go back to his apartment to check on his stuff. He caught the bus 'home', but he'd been away from 'home' for so long it didn't feel like home anymore. At least, not at the moment. He turned his key in the door and while everything was exactly as he left it, the air was a bit dank. He opened a window and turned on a fan. It felt good to be back, but he had no real intention of staying here tonight. He knew he'd eventually have to come back here: he knew he couldn't live in Miss Christy's spare room forever.

He sat awhile and read a book. He made sure to bring a few more books back to Miss Christy's place, as well as his own laptop.

He ripped a couple of cones and sat at the window to watch the sun set over the city. He thought about April, he thought about Alex, and of course he thought about Miss Christy. He tried to imagine a world in which Alex and Miss Christy never met. Would he have ever met Miss Christy at all in a world like this? Sliding doors. He couldn't tell, he'd never know.

One thing he knew was that he could never have Miss Christy, but at the same time, he didn't ever want to leave her. He knew he should head back to her spare room, but he knew he couldn't stay there forever, and his time there was running out. He didn't want to overstay his welcome, and he'd recently picked up some subtle hints from Alex that this might happen.

The city grew dark, he closed the window and turned the fan off. He locked up and caught the bus back to Miss Christy's place. As he entered with the spare key Miss Christy had given him, he noticed Miss Christy and Alex were up watching the late-night news.

"Hey Marcus," said Miss Christy.

"Hey guys," said Marcus.

Alex watched the television.

"I just went back to my place for a while to make sure everything was OK," continued Marcus.

Alex joined the conversation. "Sounds like you're getting better, Marcus?"

"Think so, Alex. I'll be out of here soon, I promise," was Marcus's response. "Thank you for putting up with me."

"Marcus, you don't need to leave until you're good and ready," said Miss Christy. "We love having you here." She glanced at Alex. "Stay here as long as you need."

"Umm thanks, Miss Christy, I really appreciate it. I'll get out of your way for the night, though. I'll take a shower and go to bed."

Alex waited until Marcus had left the room and the water in the spare shower started running. "How much longer, babe?"

"What do you mean, Alex?" Miss Christy was imagining Marcus in the shower, the water running down his sexy mane of hair. She wished she could help him wash.

"How much longer is he going to be staying with us?"

"We have a spare room for a reason, Alex. It's for guests. He's a guest."

"Hey, don't get me wrong, he's a nice guy, but don't you think he's been here a little too long?"

"No, Alex, I fucking don't. As far as I'm concerned, he can stay here as long as he needs to. Or wants to."

Miss Christy wondered how much Alex knew about her relationship with Marcus. She'd always tried to give Alex the impression that they were just good friends. She didn't know whether Alex knew they'd had been fucking each other, and she especially wasn't sure whether Alex suspected they'd had sex in their marital bed. She thought she'd covered it up quite well, but she couldn't be certain. Alex, for his part, had no idea that his wife knew about his Grindr account.