Authors note: - This is a follow on to the previous chapters of Becca XXX The Eden Project. Please read them before reading this or you will not understand the plot or characters
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Becca XXX. The Eden Project. Ch 07.
Heidi sat on the chaise with a happy, almost manic smile on her face. Father Tobias had dropped her off for her first therapy session with me. He was waiting outside my treatment room in the hangar, until I was ready for him.
I was still unhappy with his attitude towards her and the fact he was penalising her for her sexual preferences. So what if she liked women instead of men. That was her choice and it didn't warrant her being banished from Eden. However, whether I liked it or not, I had to do as I was asked if I wanted to remain undercover in the community.
Heidi had been selected for the breeding program according to the vicar and he had told me she was an ideal candidate. Unfortunately, her being a lesbian wasn't fitting in with their plans. He had tried to coerce her several times into having sex with him, but had only managed to get her naked before she'd rejected him. The vicar would never force her into it, so it was my job to 'straighten her out' as Father Tobias had put it.
"So, Heidi how are you this morning?" I asked, picking up my note pad to signify the start of the session.
"It's a glorious day," she said.
I didn't know what her issues were, but the vicar had certainly turned her eyes to the heavens in more ways than one.
"Yes, it is, but I asked how you were, not what the weather was doing," I said.
"I'm doing fine. God is looking down on me," she said.
I ignored her religious babbling and decided to just lay it out straight for her.
"Do you know why you're here?" I asked.
"Not really. Am I sick?"
"Do you think you're sick?"
"No. I feel fit and healthy," she beamed.
"You are fit and healthy, that's not why you're here. Father Tobias is concerned about you," I said, putting on my best bed side manner.
"Concerned about me how? Why am I here?" she shrugged.
"Because I've been told you like girls and not boys," I said, in a matter of fact tone.
She went quiet.
"Is that true?" I asked.
She stayed silent and stared at me with her soulful eyes. They were piercing and had an emptiness to them, like she was searching for something.
"Heidi?" I pressed.
"Yes. I'm a lesbian," she said almost sounding ashamed.
She lowered her head and broke our gaze.
I looked her up and down already feeling bad for making her feel guilty about her sexuality. She was wearing the regulation green trousers and white vest top. Both were tight in all the right places. Her boobs were large and heavy looking, straining to get out of her top. I could see the straps of her sports bra underneath, which looked a size too small. Her brown hair was still damp from her morning shower and she smelt fresh and clean.
My gaze dropped lower while she looked at the floor, deep in thought. Her legs were slightly open as she leaned forwards on the chaise with her elbows on her knees. The fabric of her trousers was tight around her ass and crotch. I could see the outline of her pussy and imagined her shaven twat just waiting to be played with. I had a plan to convert her from being a lesbian into being bi-sexual and I hoped it would work. I didn't want her being thrown out of the charity group and back onto the streets. She didn't deserve that, but I had to tread carefully.
"Is it through choice or have you had bad experiences with men in the past?" I asked, treading on egg shells.
"It's a choice," she said, looking back up at me.
I watched her eyes flick down to my cleavage and back up again. She was always flirtatious every time I'd met her and I had an inkling that she was bi, but I never thought she'd be full on gay.
"Have you had sex with a man before?" I asked.
"Yes. I'm not a virgin," she giggled.
"And how was it?"
"It never really got me going," she said. "I like the look and feel of women. Men look weird and feel rough."
"Was he violent towards you?" I asked, wondering if she'd had a man force himself onto her.
"No, not at all. He was loving and tender, but I never felt a connection with a man like I do with a woman."
I knew how she felt. Sex with a woman was sensational and a completely different feeling to having sex with a man.
"I understand that," I said.
She smiled at me from ear to ear. Her eyes flicked to my cleavage again. I was wearing the same trousers as her, but I had a black vest on and no bra. Although my tits were large, they were very perky and I could get away without a bra, especially in a tight vest top. She held her gaze on my chest and then realised she was staring and that I'd caught her.
"Sorry," she said.
"You're very flirtatious Heidi. Do you enjoy sex?" I asked.
"With women? Yes," she said, looking a little embarrassed that I'd caught her staring at my tits.
"What sort of things do you like?"
"I don't understand," she said looking confused.
"When you're with a woman, what do you like to do sexually?" I asked.
"The usual, I guess. Kissing, touching, rubbing, you know...." she replied, softly.
"Relax Heidi. I've heard it all before, you won't embarrass me. I've been with many women and know how it works, but I want to know what you like. You can tell me anything," I said trying to put her at ease. "Take your shoes off and lie back on the couch."
She looked a little uneasy but leaned down and undid her boots. I got an eyeful of her bulging boobs in the process and felt my vulva swell in anticipation. She kicked her boots off and lay back on the chaise.
"Take a couple of deep breaths and relax, then tell me what sexual things you like to do with a girl."
She breathed in and out slowly
In. Out.
In. Out.
Her chest rose and fell in time with her breathing making her boobs stick out further. My god she had a sexy body.
"Does God not approve of girls sleeping with girls?" she suddenly asked. "Is that why I'm here? Have I upset Father Tobias?"
"Forget about God, this is about you. No one is upset with you."
In. Out. Rise. Fall
"Tell me what you like," I said again.
"I like to start with kissing a girl," she sighed. "I like the feel of her soft warm lips against mine."
She made it sound like poetry, her voice was quiet, but meaningful.
"Me too," I said.
"I like French kissing," she said closing her eyes. "Feeling her wet tongue invading my mouth, feeling her warm breath on my face."
She moved her hand onto her belly.
"Go on," I said, feeling my clit stiffen.
"Hands start to wander, hers and mine, softly searching for my boobs or my thighs. I like to be teased and then caressed and undressed."
"Oh my god yes. There's nothing like seeing someone naked for the first time," I cooed.
"Mmhmm.... I like having my nipples sucked and licked...."
"What about oral?" I asked, interrupting her.
"Oh, fuck yeah, so long as she knows what she's doing. There's nothing worse than an inexperienced girl lapping away at me like a dog," she laughed.
I laughed too; she was starting to open up to me.
"What about penetrative sex?" I asked.
"Fingering?" she asked, opening her eyes and looking directly at me.
"Having something inside your pussy," I said.
She had a look on her face that told me she wanted to tell me something, but she held back.
"Do you like being fingered?" I asked, more directly.
"I dooooo....buuuuttttt......" she said in long drawn out words, wanting to lead to something but not being brave enough to say it.
"You can tell me anything Heidi, you know that," I reassured her.
She thought for a moment and then decided to just blurt it out.
"I like a lot of fingers inside me," she said.
"So do I," I agreed. "One is never enough."
"I like a lot more than one," she laughed.
"How may then? Two? Three?"
"Keep going," she smiled a wicked smile.
Suddenly the penny dropped and I realised what she was getting at.
"You like being fisted?" I gasped.
"Is that bad?" she asked, thinking she'd said something wrong from my reaction.
"Oh god no. I've just never been able to take a fist in my pussy," I laughed. "But it does prove one thing though."
"What's that?"
"That you could take a cock inside you," I giggled.
"I don't think I want to. I'm not into men, I just told you."
"But you like big things inside you. You like the feeling of being stretched and a big fat hard cock can do that for you."
"I don't want to be fucked by a man," she said.
"Do you like staying here?" I asked.
"Of course, I do."
"Then you're going to have to take a cock," I said, not believing the words coming out of my mouth.
"Why? Who says so?" she asked with a stroppy tone.
"You've been selected for the breeding program. You can't breed with a woman," I laughed trying to keep it light.
"Can't I just have the sperm injected into me?" she said sitting back up.
"Yes, you can have the sperm injected into you from a throbbing cock," I laughed. "That's the most natural way."
She looked worried.
"If I don't do it, will I be banished from Eden just like Adam and Eve were, when they upset God?"
"Yes, but I can help you if you want me to," I said.
"How?"
"Have you heard of 'association therapy'?" I asked.
"No. What is it?"
