Janice and I didn't leave John's office that night until about 6 P.M. He had left about 45 minutes before us for some dinner date. Made me wonder if he had some 'significant other' in his life cause girls are naturally nosey about these things. But there was no way I could think of to ask either he or Janice about that. Course I wondered about her too, but probably not as much. Maybe I could wheedle it out of Kim one of these days - she must know.
Anyhow in the parking lot Janice handed me my 'to-do' list for the next 3 days until my next appointment. I was really glad she did write it for me because it's hard to remember everything they say in a 2 hour session - at least for me it is. But with list in my purse I made it home for dinner with the family by 6:30.
I was pretty quiet at dinner. Mom shot me a few questioning looks cause she knew I was back from my appointment. But we had decided to leave Dad in the dark about this stuff since he's often very judgmental about sexual matters, which is totally unlike the therapeutic environment John was attempting to create for me. Mom knew but she was pretty cool, and I had quietly promised her in the kitchen to fill her in later. Now Mom and Dad were busy with my annoying little sister, Samantha, who they were taking the following morning for an overnight to some amusement park. Kids, make me laugh. But soooo annoying. Anyhow I had plenty of time to think at dinner and then excused myself to my room for the night. I was bushed. Well shaved and bushed so the headline would read Bushless Girl Bushed. But whatever.
The session that day had gone pretty well I thought. I couldn't remember all the details of course. But I did recall that John was very complimentary about my new polka dot panty and bra set, that he gave me some fine coaching on what men like when they are blown, and that the highlight of the session had been my time with Mr. Blacky.
Mr. Blacky is this 9 inch black rubber cock that John has girls practice with. I remember that he got me nude - cause it makes it more realistic for the girl I think - and had me suck on it for a good 10 or 15 minutes. Which is not the easiest thing for a girl. Afterwards he had been very complimentary about how I had worked it and how I had managed to understand some of his key tips. Very, very nice. To be complimented I mean. In that way. By him. Did I emphasize very nice? Anyhow it's not all my doing as I'm sure he knows. I mean for someone like me it obviously helps to do it while being observed - I could look up and see him between my spread knees - by a really handsome, rugged man who really, really knows how to instruct and protect a girl when she's at her most vulnerable. Did I emphasize really handsome? For some reason he made me sit on a tuffet afterwards (something I'd have to look up one of these days.)
Then Janice came in and checked my breasts again for T-nodes but there was no real improvement yet. Of course John had already checked, which was really nice, but as he said it was their protocol to have 2 sets of hands on a job like that. It's a very meticulous operation. Anyhow they kidded me gently about having had a false expectation that the T-nodes would be whooshed away in the first week. They were funny but kind about it. Still it made me feel like an amateur on a team of pros, which I hated.
Anyway after Janice checked we just sat and talked about my work with Mr. Blacky. For some reason Janice was looking better and better to me as we spoke. Something about her pretty lips and mouth when she spoke - and of course her face was made up perfectly. Gotta slow down on that one or I'll be as lez as Cindy soon (lol.) John brought up the fact that he had spoken with Kim about her inappropriate office attire - which was good. I mean red panties. Get out. Still on Kim you know I have to say to be fair well the girl is absolutely gorgeous and if she wants to wear red panties well then so be it. She has this absolutely rocking bod even if her tits are pretty small (like mine, lol.) But that's just my opinion. Plus I hate to say it cause I know she and John are going to read this but Janice herself had some clothing on which had this little Micky Mouse figure on it. I remember her showing it to me just before we left but cannot remember if it was her blouse or her skirt or whatever. So maybe we all need to be understanding with Kim. Just my opinion.
Now in bed with my warm jammies on I could pull out Janice's list and begin to plan the next few days. I know I was bushlessly bushed but I owed it to the team.
I pulled it out of my purse and here's what it said:
1.Suck bf min 4 x -real world practice remember why we're here
2.Practice mr whitey min 1 hr/day
3.Read 'oral protocols' chapter female on male - comprehend
4.Optional - a favor - interview 2 females on views about lesbianism
5.Write this report, continue GT etc.
It seemed like an awful lot, but then I'm a real worker. John had said that in the appointment. So I planned my strategy nice and toasty in my pjs.
I was going to go hour by hour, day by day with this. But now as I sit here in my room with only 4 hours till the next appointment (yeah. Tuesday is here!) I figure I better just go subject by subject cause it's easy to get confused and leave something out if you don't follow your outline. I learned that in Mr. V's writing class, which was my one good subject in high school. So here goes nuttin:
Suck boyfriend: Janice was so smart to emphasize this. I know John would have too. But as she said 'girls learn by doing, so do.' Very wise. I mean we had the practice dildo and the reading too which were important. But not as important as to learn by doing.
Which is what makes me so upset that the thing went phhhht. Well pretty much phhhhht. But I tried my best, I really did.
You have to keep in mind that I had not actually blown Julian or anyone (lol, like I would ever cheat on him), since before I began treatment with John. Just before that first visit I'd shaved my pussy for Julian, as a show of cooperation with (submission to? maybe) him. And that turned out great. Or maybe too great. Cause in the 2 times I'd been with Julian since all he wanted to do was fuck my little bushless wonder. I mean he like fell in love with my pussy all over again. Which was great even if I only come close but never you know finish that way. Still I shouldn't be selfish. But the point is that now I was worried that he would only fuck me if that makes any sense, that he was so upset by my bad oral that he had written off my mouth altogether. Which is sad cause here I am doing my best to ...well you know.
Anyway I was incredibly horny for him, and mostly at the thought of sucking his dick (although the other can be very nice too) but I couldn't call him Friday night to see if we could get together cause I knew he was out with his guy friends and he hates it when I call him then. But first thing Saturday morning, meaning like 9 when I got up, I called him. I was figuring that with John's coaching, with the reading I'd done Friday night and with the practice I'd done with both Blacky (with John there) and Whitey (last night alone in bed), and with some T-nodes I hoped gone (even if John and Janice couldn't detect that yet with their breast exam) that I was ready to give him the best head ever. And a girl gets all excited when she thinks she's getting better at anything and then there's this incredible praise. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Forget the details of the call. Please. Bottom line is that Julian's boss was sending him out of town to a big customer for the next week. He was leaving Saturday afternoon and wouldn't be back till the following Saturday. Which Oh-My-God and pardon-my-French just absolutely sucked donkey dongs. I offered to come over for a couple of hours then before he left for the airport but even that didn't work. He was like 'got my team here to pregame our approach to the customer.' And that was that. I was so disappointed. I told him I loved him and to have a good safe trip and then again I loved him. And he said 'me too' and then we hung up.
So now it's 9:15 Saturday and I'm in a panic. I mean I cannot do the most important thing on the list. The thing I'd most wanted for him, well for him and John cause the John part was for science and for helping with my problem. But the most important thing. And then I start pouting like the little bitch I am and I'm like just wait I'm going to get really good at it and at this rate you (Julian) won't ever know cause between not being around or being with the guys or being at work or just wanting to fuck or whatever I may never blow him again. And I'm like it'll be like that tree falling in the forest with no one around. Does it make a sound? If an excellent cocksucker never sucks a cock can she still be an excellent cocksucker? Kinda deep, but very bitchy.
So then I'm like I've gotta call John and have him tell me what to do. He would think of something and even if he couldn't at least I'd be off the hook homework wise and not get reamed out (!) by my colleagues next Tues. So I called his office.
"Hello." It always surprised me that she never said anything like "Dr. Venruil's office." Who knows why? It was Kim, the red panties girl.
"Hi Kim, It's Caitlyn."
"Oh hi girly-girl, sorry I missed you last night. What's up?"
