Anthony's life was turned upside down after his visit to the therapist. Dr. McKensie, Charlotte, had opened up a new world in terms of sex. Now it was all he could think about.
In class his mind would wander to the therapy session. How she guided him through the ins and outs, literally, of having sex when you're particularly well endowed. He had always thought of himself as sort of a freak, destined to a life of frustration and disappointment when it came to sex. Now, he was starting to see it much differently.
She was so responsive! he thought. The way she moved and cried out. The way she talked when she got hot. The way her entire body convulsed when she came. Just thinking about it made him get hard. Not such a good idea in the middle of English Composition class.
That afternoon, he was leaving wrestling practice when his cell phone buzzed. It was Dr. McKensie.
"How are you, Anthony?"
"Great. Much better. Thanks."
"I'm glad to hear that. Did our session yesterday help?"
"Very much."
"Good. I've been thinking that it would be a good idea for us to have a follow up session. Just to be sure that the breakthroughs we achieved are properly integrated."
Anthony wasn't exactly sure what she meant but he liked the idea of seeing her again.
"Um, sure. I mean, I think that's a good idea."
"Good. I think we were making excellent progress. When that happens, it's important to follow up in a timely fashion." She cleared her throat. "Can you come to my office this afternoon? Now?"
"Now? Sure. I guess. Yeah."
"Very good. Now there's something very important I want you to keep in mind. This is entirely professional and as such it's entirely confidential. As your acting therapist, I will respect your privacy by keeping this completely between us. That means that you, too, must keep our visits completely confidential. Do you understand?"
"I understand."
"That means you can't breathe a word about what goes on between us to anyone. Got that? There may be a time when we choose to expand our sessions to include your girlfriend, Angela is it? For now, though, even she mustn't know about it. Understand?"
"Yes. I promise I won't discuss it with anyone."
"Good. With that settled, I think we're free to continue the therapeutic practice and take it to new levels. Goodbye Anthony."
"Bye."
Antony's heart was pounding. He had hoped they could have another session but he didn't have the nerve to initiate it himself. He was frankly a little relieved to hear about the confidentiality part. His parents would freak if they knew what happened. And Angela. He didn't even want to think about Angela.
When he arrived at Dr. McKensie's office, Charlotte's office, it was well after five. Once again, the waiting room was empty. No receptionist. He heard her voice.
"Anthony, come in."
He entered her office and she was seated at her desk looking at some papers. She was wearing reading classes and she had her hair up. Anthony had wondered what it would be like the next time they met. Would they kiss? Shake hands? Embrace? I guess this answers it. It was very business-like.
"Sit down, Anthony."
He sat in the chair facing her desk. She regarded him closely.
"Anthony, I'm going to start by doing an inventory. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. It's important that you answer those questions truthfully. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. How did you feel after our last session?"
Anthony thought a moment.
"I felt great."
"That's good. I'm glad you felt the session was helpful."
"How did you feel?" Anthony asked, surprised at his own forwardness.
Charlotte stood and took off her glasses.
"Anthony, my role as therapist is to help you in any way I can. If I can help you achieve breakthroughs by inserting myself into the psycho-sexual dynamic, then that's what I'm prepared to do. Do you understand?"
"Um, I think so" he replied. "You're here to help me?"
"Exactly. I'm here to do anything and everything to help you overcome whatever obstacles are in your way. It's not about me. It's about you."
"I appreciate it."
"I know you do, Anthony."
She picked up a small notepad and walked to the front of the desk, sitting on the edge in front of him. She was wearing a short skirt and high heels. Her legs looked amazing.
"Anthony, when you thought about our last session, did it bring up any ancillary thoughts?"
"Um, I'm not sure..."
"Afterwards. When you were home, say, laying in bed. At night. Before you fell asleep. Maybe you let your imagination go, thinking about what you had experienced. Did you think about us, Anthony?"
He looked down, blushing.
"Mmmm-hmmm."
"Good. And when you were laying in bed, thinking about us, what were you wearing? Do you sleep in pajamas? In a t-shirt?"
"I was naked."
"Were you laying on your back? On your side?"
"On my back."
"Fine. So, you were laying in bed, naked, on your back and you were thinking of us."
"That's right" he answered, sheepishly. She leaned in.
"Did you touch yourself, Anthony?"
Anthony looked down again.
"Anthony, the only way this is going to work is if you talk to me. Now, did you masturbate while you were thinking of us?"
"Yes."
"Did you stroke your penis? Did you make it...long...and hard?"
"Yes" he said, feeling the pressure growing in his crotch.
"Did you play with the head until it became big and bulbous?"
"Uh-huh." She took her pen and circled the area around his growing bulge.
"Did your penis get very big? And hard?"
"Yes." Anthony could feel his cock getting hard now, pressing against his jeans.
