Author's note: This is the third installment and includes chapters 5 and 6. There are 20 chapters in this story. One installment will be entered each day but I have no control over when the editors will approve and publish it. I hope you enjoy this little novel and remember, it is fiction. Nothing described here actually happened, at least to my knowledge. This story is only for fun and it is copyrighted.
Chapter 5
Cheerleaders
Beth Thomas was a cheerleader at the local state university. She hired Ned for his therapy service one evening. She was a young lady, 20 years old, with auburn hair, a very attractive face and very fit body. She had called Ned and used the name of a client Ned had serviced a few times last year.
Beth said to Ned, "I'd like to get a massage from you if possible. Joan Miller told my mother about you and the amazing ways you can make a woman feel happy about herself."
Ned replied, "Thanks for calling me. I do provide sexual therapy upon request and my clients often recommend me to their friends. How about Monday evening around 7:00?"
"That'll be a very good time. I'm a cheerleader and our practice are over at 4:00. Should we plan to have dinner and discuss the therapy, say 6:00?"
"That sounds good, Beth. Maybe we can meet at Tony's."
Beth replied, "I like Italian food and his is about the best around. Let's meet there and I can follow you back to your place."
"It's a date. See you there at 6:00. I'll make the reservation."
Ned leaned back and thought about what just happened. She used the name of an actual former client. He was cautious of being labeled a male prostitute versus a sex therapist. It was always a tightrope to walk. Maybe he should give the former client a call to see if she referred him to Beth's mother.
He found her phone number and made the call. Joan answered when Ned's name showed on her caller ID.
"Hi Ned, it's been a while."
"Too long. How are you doing?"
She replied, "I'm doing great. I'm back to enjoying life and have re-married since we last had a therapy session. I really appreciate what you did for me and with me. It was magical."
"That's great to hear. The reason I'm calling is to find out if you recommended me to the mother of a cheerleader named Beth Thomas at the university. Does that name ring a bell with you?"
"Yes, it does. Her mother is a dear friend from my college days in Chicago. We're very close and share secrets. I've shared with her my mental problems of last year and how you helped me. She said her daughter was going through a similar problem and was very depressed. I gave her your name and number."
"Oh, good. I just wanted to make sure the call I got from Beth was legit. Thank you."
Joan added, "And I must tell you my sex life with my new husband couldn't be better. He's very attentive, adventurous and, with my coaching, can get the most out of me. I learned from you how to do that, and I really appreciate it. And guess what, I found out last week that I'm pregnant. Thank God."
"Congratulations, lady, I'm thrilled for you. I know that was very important to you."
"Yes, I've wanted children for a long time. I'm still only 31 so there's time for several, I hope."
"Maybe we'll run into each other someday and I can meet your new hubby. I'll be discreet, of course."
"Me too," Joan said. "Bye, bye for now."
Her voice brought back vivid memories of his work with Joan. She'd been unable to have an orgasm by masturbation and dating for her with the objective of finding sexual fulfillment was not her idea of fun. They had worked together using many of the positions shown in the Kama Sutra and each session was both exciting and fulfilling. Joan no longer needed his therapy once she learned the correct techniques of masturbation and how each part of her body was important. Ned smiled when he remembered them meeting at a sports event several months later and she invited him to her house for a "follow up" session that lasted all night. Fun times and he didn't charge for the additional therapy.
***
Beth arrived at Tony's and asked for Ned. Tony escorted her to his table, grinned knowingly at Ned and gave them menus. She was a typical major university cheerleader -- all smiles, tall, very fit, beautiful face and someone you'd be proud to introduce to Mom. But she was very nervous, and it showed.
"Beth, I'm so happy to meet you. Tony seemed to know you. You must come here often."
"I do. After practice we girls like to come here and share many of his pasta dishes." She seemed to be relaxing as she talked. Tony's has a way of relaxing people.
"Beth, I don't know how much you know about me but I'm 25 and a graduate of the university with two degrees. One is psychology and the other is sports physical training. I've given massages to many of the student athletes, both men and women, for the last three years."
"My coach highly recommended you. You'd given her a massage that she thought was the best."
Ned smiled and tried to remember the coach but with no luck. Maybe she wasn't yet a coach when that happened.
"We can talk more freely after dinner at the house. This place is too noisy and its too easy to overhear the next table," he said. She agreed.
***
When arriving at Ned's house, he explained that he is required by law to verify the ID of each new client. He asked to see her driver's license. Everything checked out and the license was authentic. He walked her to his family room and sat opposite her.
"Beth, tell me more about yourself and why you need my help." Her nervousness returned and she stared at something in the room, not wanting to look at Ned, as she thought about what to say.
In her reluctant mind, she decided to forget about being embarrassed and take a chance. Looking at Ned, she replied. "I was very happy to make the cheer squad when I was a freshman two years ago. I was a cheerleader in high school and the prestige and popularity that comes with college cheerleaders was important to me. I've battled inferiority emotions for most of my life. We were a poor family and I had very few worldly goods like my school friends had. Pretending I was their friend and happy for them was tough and it still is even though my parents are now doing well financially."
She glanced at Ned and saw his compassionate expression. That relaxed her and gave her the courage to continue.
"Being a cheerleader attracts many guys who want to score and are always trying to find a way into your panties. That has turned me off to sex and made me very bitter. I don't trust any man now, not even the men on the cheer squad. I talked to Mom and explained my frustration and how it had ruined what I wanted in life. All I wanted was to be in a loving relationship with a man like I saw in my father. Mom had heard from a friend about you and the success you've had for clients.
"I have a sex drive that is running on empty, and I need to feel like I'm not losing out. I'm embarrassed to say but I've only had sex one time in my life. It was with a boy who lived near us, and we experimented one day. I was only 13 at the time and he was 14, and that wasn't a happy experience. My body and mind are now yearning for sex, I can feel that need every day."
"Beth, let me be clear on my therapy techniques. It involves both mental health and physical stimulation to give you the pleasure you need as a woman. I always start with a serious deep muscle massage that takes about an hour. You may keep on any clothing that covers areas that you don't want me to massage. Does that sound like a good place to start?"
"Yes, it does. I'm relieved to hear that."
"After the massage, we'll explore a few of your erogenous areas and let you experience how they affect you."
"That'd be super. I'm ignorant of them, except for my clitoris, of course."
"Good, let's get to work. Come with me."
Beth followed Ned to the exercise room set up in the basement of his townhouse. She asked if she could go to the bathroom to undress.
She returned wearing only her bra and panties which were very skimpy, not quite a thong, but close. Her bra seemed to be one that women athletes wear that restrains the breast movement by compressing them. Since she'd just come from practice, that wasn't surprising.
Ned gave her a hand as she climbed onto the table. As normal, he placed her face down. On his professional table, there's a cutout for a face to fit comfortably without needing to turn to one side or the other.
Beginning as usual with lots of oil and warm hands, he massaged her feet and toes, taking a long time to work on her arches and ankles. In a cheerleader, those are usually sore and sensitive.
He moved to her legs and could feel how strong she must be. The muscles were well developed and very hard to the touch. He could find nothing flabby anywhere. She told him how great it felt.
Her back muscles were developed like the leg muscles and felt to be in perfect form.
Turning her over, he placed a pillow under her head and over the cutout. He asked, "How are you feeling so far?"
"I don't want it to ever end. Your soft warm hands and the way you knead my muscles feel amazing. Can you unhook my bra? I'd like you to massage my breasts."
As suspected, when the hooks were released, the breasts seemed to explode the cups off her chest. She was a very well-endowed young lady, but the sports bra didn't allow that to be seen.