“I can tell that you loved her very much. It is always comforting to have a sounding board, some one to make you feel special. Everything that you have told me is perfectly normal. In families where one child is blessed with extraordinary talent, the other children almost always feel as if they are ignored or feel that they have received less attention. I don’t see where you believe that your relationship wasn’t normal.” Dr. Dryden said.
“I have only told you a small part of the story. That was the part that everyone knows, the part that everyone has seen. The real truth was that Angie and I were in love. I’m sure that you won’t believe it, but it was real love.” Michael said.
Dr. Dryden did her best not to raise an eyebrow, fearing that the slightest signal of disapproval would cause Michael to bolt out of the office.
“When you say in love, do you mean that you and Angie were in a sexual relationship?” Dr. Dryden said.
“Yes we did have sex, but we were really in love. The love was always there since the beginning, but the sex had only been going on for about a year and a half.
Angie and I were always very close. She was just a year older than I, and we were often mistaken for twins. There are way too many pictures of us in matching clothes; it is kind of embarrassing really. We fought and beat each other up like most kids do when they are about nine or ten years old but I distinctly remember being very jealous if any boy even tried to talk to her. There were more than a few bloody noses handed out on my part. I remember that I once broke a kids arm after he pushed Angie to the ground. I remember being filled with rage. Angie held my hand on the way back home and told me that she was happy that I was there to protect her. I was nine years old that day and I was sure that I wanted to protect Angie for the rest of my life.
My parents were always very busy. My mother worked at a real estate office and my father owns a construction company. The only time that I recall them being actively involved with us is when they were dragging Angie to recitals. There were many evenings where we were left practically alone. Angie and I would sleep on the couch next to each other and just hold each other without any sense of wrong doing. In our early teens she would sometimes sneak into my room and sleep next to me. It was purely innocent. I had no ill intentions towards her.
I can tell you the exact moment when I first felt lust for Angie. Angie had turned sixteen years old and was allowed to go out on real dates. I remember feeling anxious when she didn’t return home on time. I could just imagine some stupid jock asshole trying to cop a cheap feel off of her. It was almost too much for me to take. I remember hearing a car door slam and heard Angie’s footsteps trying to discreetly make it to her room. I was sure that I heard her sobbing in the next room. I felt a sudden urge to go to her room but I managed to control it. I watched the minutes tick away on the clock and heard a slight tapping on my door.
Angie walked in and her running mascara confirmed that she had been crying. I didn’t even have to ask her what happened. She sat on the bed and began pouring her heart out. She had started dating a senior named Brad Wilson, and he had expected what most senior guys expected. Angie told me that he wouldn’t take no for an answer and nearly ripped her panties off. He finally relented and drove her home without even acknowledging her. She started to weep again I did my best to hold her and contain my rage.
The next day while walking to history class I heard Brad bragging how he was the first one to fuck Angie Grayling. The other guys looked at him as if he was a conquering hero. I didn’t even realize what happened next until I saw the blood on my hands. It took three teachers to pull me off of Brad. I was suspended for the rest of the year and had to attend summer school. It was worth it. That night Angie snuck into my room and kissed me on the lips. She smiled and told me that she was proud of her protector. That was the first night I remembered masturbating with visions of Angie in my head.
Everything seemed to return to normal after that incident. Angie reclaimed her mantle of unattainable perfection and I slowly adjusted to normal life in school. Angie continued to date but never really had a serious relationship. I had a few girlfriends enter my life but they all seemed to be vapid and uninteresting compared to Angie.
The night before Angie left for the academy was beginning of the change in our relationship. I watched her pack her things and tried to remain in the background. I could see some concern in her eyes. At eighteen she was going to compete and participate with the very best musicians in the country. That night I heard the familiar knock at my door. Angie walked in wearing a very short cotton bathrobe. I felt my throat becoming dry and my head was spinning. She had a serious look on her face that night. She walked over to my bed and sat on the edge. I tried to speak but she put her index finger over my lips and looked in my eyes. Her blue eyes welled with unspoken emotion. She stood up and let her robe fall to the floor. She stood in front of me totally naked. I could see the tan lines on her exquisite body. Her pussy was shaved completely bare and her breasts stood out on her chest like swollen tear drops. I didn’t speak a word when she climbed into my bed. She reached to turn out the light on my night stand and pulled me close to her. I could feel her warm skin practically burning my bare chest. After a few moments I could tell that she had fallen asleep. I lay there next to her, listening to her breathing. My cock was standing at full attention threatening to tear through my boxer shorts.
I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep. All that I know was that the next morning she had left with my mother to the airport.” Michael said.
“Michael, I hate to tell you that our time is up. I think that you have been very brave and honest by telling me your story. I want to hear the rest of what you have to say. It is very important to me that you come back tomorrow. I will clear some extra time on my schedule so you won’t have to be cut short.” Dr Dryden said.
Michael didn’t answer but Dr. Dryden could tell by the look in his eyes that he would return. As he turned and walked towards the door, Dr. Dryden was surprised to feel a tingling sensation in her pussy. She had heard many stories of depravity and sexual peccadilloes, but none had ever left her squirming in her seat. She tried to shake it off and think of a plan of action to assist Michael.
The morning went slowly for Dr. Dryden as she listened to her last patient of the morning. She did her best to not watch the clock and managed to stifle a yawn. It was rare that she felt bored during a session, but she felt anxious in anticipation of her upcoming session with Michael Grayling.
The fifty minute session passed and she decided to eat her carefully packed salad in her office instead of the lounge. As she finished her lunch she was startled by the ringing of the phone. She pressed the answer button and listened to the familiar voice of her secretary, Joan.
“Yes Joan?” She asked.
“Michael Grayling is here to see you and said that he would like to start early if he could.” Joan said.
“Go ahead and show him in.” Dr Dryden said.
A few seconds passed and the office door opened. Michael walked in dressed smartly in a pale blue dress shirt with no tie and khaki pants. His dirty blond hair seemed tussled in a precise manner. He appeared to be a typical preppy college kid. Dr. Dryden became aware of her own attire. She had picked out a nearly translucent white blouse and a black skirt with pale white hose fastened tightly to a white garter belt. She wondered if she had unconsciously dressed provocatively for Michael. When she made eye contact with Michael she felt a twinge of excitement race up her back.
