My name is Charlotte Colleen McDonnell. Age 21 I'm such an Irish stereotype I've even been called a leprechaun as an insult before. I'm 4'6 short, red hair, sea green eyes, freckles on my body. I like to be called Charlie. My husband and I were set into an arranged marriage early in life. We never bothered to get close and learn about each other.
Daryan is my husband, age 23. He likes to be called Ryan. I call him Rye because he told me when we were young that he liked that more. He was 6' tall. Maybe an inch taller if I cared to remember. He has short brown hair, brown eyes. A clean shaven face. He looked 17 still. Especially when he looked at me with embarrassed puppy dog eyes across the counseling room.
We found ourselves going back to Dr. Wilkins, an old (age 55, I found out) therapist who somehow specializes in bringing together people who were forced to accept their life together at an early age. Dr. Wilkins had a guest therapist today to help us become closer as a couple.
"Good evening. This here is Dr. Risa Bannock." Dr. Wilkins introduced.
"Please, go on and call me Risa, dears." Risa began.
Risa is Black, had shoulder length curly hair and a beautiful smile with her peaceful attitude. She was a little taller than me.
"I'm Risa. I've been a sex therapist and tantra consultant for about 10 years. Which means I'm 28 years old. My practice has brought joy to some pretty happy couples. I hope to do the same here with you two." She said cheerfully.
"Nice to meet you Risa. I'm Charlotte. That's my husband Daryan." I introduced us.
Daryan waved with a quick fake smile. He didn't want to be here. Me neither.
"Ok, so sex is a very important part of any relationship. These two youngsters have difficulty speaking up about their sex life. It's important to have open communication about it to help meet each other's needs. Here's an expert who can help bring you two together with this topic." Dr. Wilkins said.
"Ok, so I want to facilitate some low stakes closeness. Let's have you two sit together on the nice leather couch. Those always reeked of unused sexual energy to me, honestly." Risa giggled.
Daryan came over to me and sat to my left where there was plenty of room.
"Ok, great!" Risa clapped her hands together. "Let's have you two do something to make a physical connection. Want to hold hands? Or maybe not?" She asked.
I shrugged. Daryan must've done the same.
"Ok, how about this. Daryan. Take your wife's shoes off. Go on. Don't be shy. She's your wife. Unless you're a feet man. But that's something I've seen bring people closer together too. No matter what. Don't be ashamed." Risa encouraged him.
I blushed. And looked away. But I felt him softly grab my ankle from the floor and I turned to lift my legs onto the couch. No. His lap.
"There you go. She's wearing cute ballet Mary Jane's. I hear you're a construction supervisor AND you do Irish Tap Dancing as a hobby. You're on your feet all the time. Daryan, why don't you massage your wife's soles." Risa continued.
I blushed more and after looking away, I faced Daryan.
"T..thanks Rye." I said nervously.
He smiled.
"I.. don't think we're ready to talk about sex." Daryan said. He continued looking at my black nylon covered feet and massaged pretty nicely.
I let out a satisfied but stifled moan.
"It's ok. Then we'll work on it. We'll talk about talking about sex. That might sound silly. But it helps." Risa said.
"It's important to stay honest with each other. Most people need sexual fulfillment in their life at least several times a week. So have you two ever spoken about this? How you handle yourselves? Like masturbation, for example." Risa asked.
"You ever do his laundry and find the silvery stains of a sensual dream?" She asked me.
I blushed. Yes actually. But I looked at him. He blushed and froze from massaging me. I couldn't spill his secret.
"I see. This is a touchy subject for you two indeed." Risa said.
"Again, people have their needs. So would you ever lay it out in a place of no judgements? Promise right now, no matter what you've been reading or watching to get off, you won't hold your partner to a standard within your comfort zone?" She asked.
Daryan and I both nodded.
"Ok, so the quick big questions. You don't have to answer anything here if you don't want to. But you should definitely consider asking about some of these when you get home. Firstly, have either of you ever experimented when you were younger? With anything? Even kissing someone else." Risa continued her speeches. She could talk a lot. I like her.
Daryan and I looked at each other. I smiled nervously. I'm so lame and vanilla. I've never experimented before. Up until recently. I had two affairs Daryan will hopefully never learn about.
"You know, your needs could be met with other things. For a young and arranged couple. It isn't unheard of for one or both parties to have a pornography habit. Sometimes even affairs happen. People do crazy things to get their rocks off. But if you both meet each other on even ground, with no judgements. I'm sure you'll have a happy and healthy life together." She went on.
Daryan and I both looked at each other blushing.
"What do you think about having kids, Daryan?" Risa asked.
"I mean.. it could be fun. Right?" He asked.
"Families are rarely started for fun. It's usually a desire to move forward in a relationship and consolidate it with a family to hold you together." Risa explained.
"What about you, Charlotte?" Risa asked.
"I.. I just don't know yet." I admitted shyly.
"That's ok. That's a perfectly normal response. Well, how do you two facilitate bonding right now? Do you have special talks at night? Or silent peaceful lunches together?" She asked.
"I like our morning coffee time together. It was sweet that Charlie asked how I like my coffee. Now she makes it for me before I leave." Daryan said. I blushed and smiled, playfully kicking his thigh my legs were still on top of.
"I do too actually. Thank you for making my coffee sometimes too. Maybe we should get up earlier and chat more and enjoy coffee time together." I suggested shyly.
"That's so great! I love to hear that! Why don't you two try that and next time we can talk about how your homework goes." Risa said.
I smiled at Daryan. He grabbed both my feet and kissed my ankle.
That was it. I blushed and hid behind my hands with an embarrassed giggle.
"See, we can make this work." Daryan said eagerly with a smile.
I nodded my red face giving away all my secrets.
"Oh! Now you two! You're too cute! Work on your homework And I'll see you in two days." Risa said.
She exited the office first. Dr. Wilkins continued writing down in his clip board. After a moment, he got up and dismissed us.
"Go on, have a good night you two. I hope you really do work on this. I'm so glad we had such a breakthrough tonight." Dr. Wilkins said.
We were about to go our separate ways when Daryan put his hand on my lower back. I turned to him.
"Hey Rye. Thank you for tonight." I said.
"Thanks for humoring me. This was good. For us." He said.
He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed gently.
"You have class tonight, don't you?" He asked.
"I.. I do.. I can probably cancel if you'd like." I said.
"N.. No that's all right. Go on and practice. But come home in your uniform sometime. You look like the cutest dancer I bet." He said.
He hasn't gone to a single recital, but I've ever only been a part of two. I'm too shy to live, really.
"I'll do that." I said with a smile. He kissed me on the cheek and went to his car. Before he got in he turned back to me with a smile.
"See ya at home." He said.
I sighed. I found out he has a huge cock. Bigger than the two I've gotten with the past two weeks. Yes. I've had multiple affairs. Each time ripping my little pussy open.
If Daryan and I ever do the deed, I'll probably end up injured. But I really want to try. I even told him, it may rip me but anybody would. I blushed and realized I had gotten myself just a little excited down there. I shook myself off and headed to practice.
Tonight only 3 other girls made it to practice. There's 10 of us. It's a Friday after all. I'd be getting smashed myself if I didn't care to disappoint my parents who sometimes came to see me practice.
Today's practice was cut short. My instructor said all of us had appeared to have difficulty concentrating, himself included.
He patted us all on the back as we each went to the locker room. I picked up my clothes and didn't change. I had an hour to kill. Maybe it'll be with my husband.
My instructor tapped my shoulder on my way out.
