If you haven't read Ch. 1 I would encourage you to do so. It gives some context to how Ch. 2 came about.
Driving home, my head was swirling. I teetered between shame, immense pleasure and relief. The reality was I had been a virgin. And technically, I suppose still was. You see, I had never cum in front of a woman before. As I said, I was brought up very strict. This experience had created much guilt but was very liberating. Honestly, I was very torn and confused. I was taught any kind of sexual contact outside of marriage was wrong but here was a woman telling me something different. My brain went from ashamed, to thoughts of Kristina's hands gently gliding over my body. Yes, Kristina was the therapist's name. Each time my thoughts turned to her I could feel my cock stir. That night as I tried to get to sleep, I wrestled with the thoughts of the massage. Eventually, I found myself masturbating as it replayed in my head. After cumming, I finally drifted off to sleep.
The next morning my mind was still replaying the night before. Luckily, I was fairly busy that day. By the time I had gotten home my thoughts were filled with other things. Settings my keys on the counter, I hit the play button on my answering machine. A few nuisance sales calls and then a message from Kristina. She wanted a call back. She said it was important. I thought, "Here we go! She is probably pissed. But wait. She was the one who calmed me down and said it wasn't a problem." Either way, I knew I should call her. Eventually, I got up the courage and called. Part of me hoped she wouldn't answer. She did answer. I didn't even know what to say. I hesitated. She was like, "Hello? HELLO?" then slammed the receiver down. I called back and heard, "Screw you, PERVERT!!!" I was like "Huh! Wait! No, it is me, Jack." Then she was realized it was me. Apologizing, she explained she got a lot of creepy phone calls. She told me we needed to talk more about what had happened. That she felt bad about the night before. I tried to brush it off but she insisted. She told me she was worried she had traumatized me. And that she needed to understand better and needed to reassure me I hadn't done anything wrong. Eventually, I agreed to meet. She suggested getting coffee at a shop down the block from her office. Still a little ashamed, I asked if it could be more private. She suggested her office. I hesitated. Quickly she told me, just to talk. She would make tea and suggested later that week. Her last appointment was at 4pm and she could be available at 6pm.
Throughout the week, I wrestled with what had happened. It usually ended with me thinking about Kristina and jacking off. Friday night finally came and I considered cancelling, but I knew it would just keep bothering me. As I descended the stairs in her building I could smell the scent of her office. I felt my cock twinge a little. Knocking, I heard her unlocking the door. As I stepped in she gave me a gentle hug. I tensed. Sensing it, she pulled back. She thanked me for coming. I was so nervous I was shaking. As agreed, she had made tea and assured me she just wanted to talk. She began by telling me she was sorry for making me so upset. I could tell she was genuinely concerned. She wanted me to explain WHY I reacted how I did. Explaining there was no judgement, just she really didn't understand. I told her how I was raised in a very religious and strict family. That it was taught that sex was wrong outside of marriage. Even masturbating was wrong. And certainly being naked or touching a woman was wrong. She practically had to pry this out of me but once I started, I just rambled She just quietly listened. Then it all came crashing back. I hung my head and began to cry. Suddenly, I felt a gentle hug. Not sexual but comforting. Kristina just held me. Finally I calmed. Then she began to ask questions. She asked what I was taught about sex and girls. What experience, if any, I had. I explained that basically I was told to "Keep it in my pants". That getting a woman pregnant outside of marriage was wrong. She asked me about dating and whether I was a virgin. As embarrassing as the questions were, the answers just came flowing out. It became obvious to her I had practically zero experience. She just listened. No judgement. I explained my parents had taught me woman were to be revered and protected. Treated with the utmost respect. Finally, the questions stopped.
