Allie's nails ticked lightly against the keys of her lap top as she quickly dashed off a note to herself in the open file on the screen.
"How could she have known? Her understanding of men and sex had been juvenile, heavily influenced by TV and pop culture. Trisha has been spoiled and protected by her parents who are rich and have a superficial approach to life. To the Smiths, life is all about images, heirs, posturing, and staying well ahead of the Joneses. When she had met Steve and introduced him to her parents they were overjoyed with her selection. After all, Steve was rich, good-looking, and confident to the point of being arrogant; just what they sought in a son-in-law."
Dr. Bennett looked up from her lap top at the MILF sitting across from her. With her well trained analytical eye, she evaluated the quality of Mrs. Harding's tight, baby blue Chanel suit. She noted how her surgically enhanced breasts sat up high on her chest and challenged the buttons that held her jacket closed. She also admired her toned and shapely legs, a result of her treadmill work at the gym. Allie had to admit, she did look good in her clothes, and that backed up her theory that Trisha Harding really was driven by image and appearance. She really is quite shallow, she thought.
"Mrs. Harding is highly motivated by image and this has allowed her to make poor decisions about character when dealing with people."
The notes Dr. Allison Bennett made on her lap top would help her to fashion a proper course of treatment for her patient when she reviewed them later. After ten years of practice as a psycho-analyst, Allie had the process down to a science. She composed probing questions and then analyzed her patient's responses carefully. Her success rate verified her methods.
Trisha Harding had called her analyst in the throes of a panic attack. She asked for, no, demanded an appointment as she feared she was on the brink of suicide and desperately needed to talk. Dr. Bennett adjusted her schedule to fit her in. The adjustment was more to her personal life than to her schedule of patients. Allie had planned to give her husband a surprise treat that afternoon, but now she would have to postpone her rendezvous. She formulated her next question in her head.
"So, Trish, what specific event seems to have triggered your panic attack today?" asked Allie, feeling that they may have reached the turning point in her treatment.
"It was this morning when I was washing my pussy," she started, crossing her shapely legs as she snuggled down in her chair in preparation for a lengthy explanation. "I actually cursed my husband's big fucking cock. I mean, I could hardly touch my pussy it was so sore! And then I looked in the mirror and I cursed myself for marrying him in the first place. I mean, he doesn't even know how to use it. He just stuffs it in there and pounds away until he cums, and then he rolls over and goes to sleep. So, I'm like, why didn't I stay with Bill?"
"Bill?" asked Allie.
"Yeah, he was this guy I dated junior year in college," explained Trish. "God, he used to make me cum so hard that..."
She didn't finish her sentence, just looked off in the distance, fondly savoring the memory. Dr. Bennett knew there were thoughts whizzing around in Trish's brain, and if she were going to help her she'd have to get Trish to put those thoughts into words and get them out, as that was the essence of this form of treatment.
"What made you decide not to stay with Bill?"
"Uch, Bill was so bohemian, I mean he was an English major, ok, and he only wore jeans and t-shirts, and he was like a jock and all, and I had met Steve who easily could have been on the cover of GQ, and he was an economics major from a rich family and he had a big cock, and, well, I couldn't see myself living whatever life Bill was gonna provide for me, so I broke up with him and married Steve."
Trish stopped and looked Allie in the eye.
"Do you think that was a mistake, doctor?"
"It's not what I think, Trish. It's what you think, and why you think it."
Trish did not respond but sat quietly, thinking. This was a first.
"I think we've reached a turning point here. Trisha Harding rarely if ever thinks about anything. She's terribly impulsive and capricious. This has been the cause of her poor decision making and consequently, her anxiety. The fact that she's actually processing information is a step in the right direction."
Allie looked up from her keyboard and studied the young woman's face. She noted how her large eyes and full lips gave her face a natural sexiness that all men find attractive. She could pass for 28 though she was ten years beyond. Normally, she tried not to compare herself with her patients, but the sexiness of this woman had Dr. Bennett wondering just how she compared to the vixen sitting across from her; especially considering the surprise she had in store for her husband that evening.
To celebrate the 10th anniversary of the day they first met, Allie Bennett had planned a sexy surprise for her husband, Tom Wilson. Because she met Tom after she had become Dr. Bennett, she decided not to take his name, keeping hers instead for professional reasons. One day, Tom had mentioned to Allie that he thought it was incredibly sexy when women wore tight, short business suits with no pantyhose and black pumps. He said it was especially sexy when they had smooth, muscular, well oiled legs. So, that's just what Allie had worn to work that day. She had shaved and oiled her legs and pussy that morning in preparation for offering herself to her husband that afternoon. But now her rendezvous has been postponed by her appointment with Mrs. Harding.
Dr. Bennett shifted slightly in her chair as she closed her lap top and laid it on the end table next to her. Unfortunately, the movement served to wedge even more of the material of her skimpy g-string panties deeper into the cleft of her pussy. She found this an interesting distraction, but one she had to deal with nevertheless.
"Trisha, I'd like you to think about how you felt when you were with Bill and compare it to how you felt when you were with Steve. Can you do that for me," asked Dr. Bennett touching her fingertips to Trish's knee in a comforting gesture.
"Whoa, now that you mention it, I did feel differently when I was with Bill," Trish said smiling. "Like, one day I came back to my dorm room and I was feeling like so bad because I had like failed my Psych exam and Bill was so sweet. He bought me a pint of Ben and Jerry's Cherry Garcia ice cream, and after we shared it he like licked my pussy for like an hour, I mean like I must have had like ten orgasms, I'm not even kidding, and then he put me on my hands and knees and fucked me and fucked me until I was just a hot mess. But the best part was that he cuddled with me after he came with his cock still buried in my pussy. He made me feel loved."
Allie was pleased that she and Trish were making such progress, though she hadn't anticipated that the process would be so titillating. She wanted Trish to continue to put her thoughts into words and evaluate her feelings, but the more she talked, the wetter
Dr. Bennett's pussy became. She urged Mrs. Harding on.
"And with Steve?"
"Uch, with Steve I just felt used."
"How so?"
"Well, like he was always showing me off in public and like exposing my boobs or lifting my skirt on the escalator in the mall when I wasn't wearing panties," recalled Trish squinting with the return of memories. "And he was really into me giving him blow jobs while he drove, and fucking me in public places. And my god, I've like swallowed so much of his cum it's not even funny. And he's barely licked my pussy like twice in ten years. And then, get this, when we fuck, he fucks me until he cums and if I haven't cum he's like 'oh well' and shit and that really pisses me off. And I try, Dr. Bennett, I really try to please him and do nice things for him in hopes that he'll do nice things for me in return."
