Shane hated Chloe. He hated all his patients on some level, but Chloe most of all. Maybe it was because she was too smart for her own good. Maybe it was her terrible self-righteousness. Her teenage narcissism. He couldn't pin point it. All he knew was his hate was so arousing, and having her around always heightened the hatred so deliciously.
Chloe saw Shane once a week. There wasn't anything wrong with her really, he knew that, but her mother was paying for the sessions so she was guaranteed income. The fact her mother practically soaked her panties every time she came to pick up Chloe was beside the point. Desperation was really off-putting, but she wrote the cheques. Mrs. Henderson, or Samantha, as she insisted he call her, always purposefully bent over his desk, and took her time paying.
He could make her take her time paying him in other ways, but he wouldn't get half as much pleasure from it as he knew he would from Chloe.
On this particular afternoon, Chloe was by the door, tapping her foot in her usual impatient way. Samantha assumed the position yet again, and made pathetic small talk.
"Did daughter dearest behave herself?"
Sadly, yes, Shane thought.
"We're definitely making headway, aren't we, Chloe?"
Chloe just raised her eyebrow and scowled. All he could think of was putting his cock between her crimson lips.
Meanwhile, Samantha's cleavage was bare and deep in front of him. She was pert enough, whether medically enhanced, or not, he didn't particularly care. He could almost smell Samantha's moistened crotch from behind his desk. He leaned back in his chair and smiled charmingly. The cheque floated across from him, pinched between her ridiculously manicured nails. They were sharp enough though. He liked sharp nails. He plucked the cheque from Samantha as she straightened up slowly. Chloe stormed out.
"See you next week," Samantha cooed.
She shut the door behind herself. At the end of Samantha's sessions, Shane always set aside a good half an hour break before his next patient. He leaned back in his chair and slowly undid his pants. Behind his eyes, Chloe's mouth was smothering his ample cock. The hate began to pique.
Chloe and Samantha drove home bickering as usual. Chloe was sick of Shane. She wasn't crazy, she didn't need a shrink, but her mother was concerned about Chloe's burgeoning interests in unhealthy sexual desires. Chloe didn't think it was unhealthy. College was just the place for her to be finding out how healthy her feelings were.
Up in her room, she stripped off her clothes. She preened in front of her full-length mirror, admiring her milky supple thighs and her small pert breasts. It wasn't that the boys didn't want her. It was plain they did, but there were certain people at her school who just interested her a lot more.
Like Sara Eastern. Fine spun blonde hair, short skirts and tight little butt. Chloe couldn't help but stare at Sara some days. Sara never said very much, but sometimes when they caught each other's eye, Chloe felt more than a crackle of electricity between them.
These days she'd been contenting herself with wild daydreams mainly featuring the beautiful Sara. She lay on her quilt, naked and relaxed at last. All her pent up adolescent frustrations only seemed to get worse when she talked to Shane. She needed to unwind. She smoothed her hands over her skin and lightly pinched her nipples. This did more to arouse her than she expected, and she writhed like a cat, trying not to moan too loudly.
The heat around her pussy started to get too much, and she shut her eyes tight while her fingers slipped down between the nether lips. She tried to take her time, thinking about Sara and the way her little skirts rode up when she bent over to tie her laces. The mere thought of Sara's soft little snatch made her gush onto her hands, but she was only just starting to have fun.
She rubbed her clit slowly and licked the air above her, imagining Sara's lips over hers. They were alone in their lecture hall, undressing and touching each other softly while giggling. No matter how she tried, Chloe couldn't help getting carried away in her head. All it took was the idea of slipping her tongue inside Sara and Chloe was coming. She had to grab a cushion to scream into. Her mother knocked on the door.
"Chloe, dinner's ready."
"OK!" she hollered, rolling her eyes and hating being taken out of her little dream world. She slipped on
some clothes and went downstairs.
Her mother put a plate of spaghetti in front of her and she started poking at it. She hated living at home but she couldn't afford to live on campus and her mother insisted on having her there. Chloe knew it was more to do with the fact her mother was terrified she'd join a sorority and do nothing all day but bury her face in lovely little snatches.
"So how was your session with Dr. Michelson?"
She shrugged.
"I think it's very healthy you're seeing him. Lots of girls get stressed out in college. You can talk to him about anything you like."
"Yeah, but that's not why I'm seeing him, is it?"
"You're 18, Chloe. I want you to have the right start in life."
The right start. She scoffed at her food. As long as it meant the right end, with her married to some guy with three kids and no social life. Chloe was ambitious enough. She was certainly smart enough. She would get through college no problem. If she got a little distracted on the way to her mother's ridiculous dreams then so be it. Now that Daddy dearest was out of the picture, Mother had to make sure her daughter grew up respectable and well educated.
Later Chloe took a shower. Once again, she was burying her fingers deep in her pussy, imagining Sara pressed up against her; the water flicking off her hard nipples. Chloe saw herself sucking hard on Sara's nipples, and feverishly rubbing her clit. And once again she was cumming hard. Her gasps echoed a little against the tiles. She smiled to herself and washed her hair.
Shane's looked over his books. He had a new girl coming in. He saw quite a few younger girls, their issues and illnesses sometimes too much for their fragile minds. He liked a lot of them, and this one in particular was very distracting. Her tits were already bulging out of her blouse. The buttons seemed to instinctively want to rebel and pop from the material. He was imaging it now, as if she were in a cartoon character with comically large breasts. He had to wipe the sweat from his top lip before speaking.
"Now, Sara, why have you come to see me?"
Sara was shy, which was more of a turn on that Chloe's regular defiant stance.
"I'm having trouble concentratin' in my classes. I'm just worried about failing."
"How are you fitting in at school?"
"It's hard," she said to the sun-dappled window. Dust floated around her radiant blonde hair. Shane crossed his legs instinctively. "No one really talks to me. The campus is so huge."
"So, you're having trouble making friends?"
"Well," she started, "there is one girl I know. She's hard to talk to. Kind of mean."
Shane looked up from his notebook. "Really? Why would you want to talk to her?"
"She's not mean to me. She smiles at me all the time. I kind of like her but I'm too scared to talk to her."
"What's her name?" Shane swallowed.
"Chloe, I think. She's in my philosophy class."
Shane coughed hard to cover his surprise. Somewhere in his mind the dam levy broke and he was instantly flooded with images of Chloe and Sara eating each other on the couch in front of him. He was going to have to take his lunch break after Sara left.
"Well, Sara, I think it would be a good idea if you started talking to Chloe a little more."
