Lust U... Always

Session 1: Proceed With Caution

My heels click a steady rhythm against the light colored wooden planks beneath me as I make my way down the narrow hall to my assistant's desk. Straining her neck, I watch as she peers intently over the half wall divider, all her attention is completely focused on the small room just beyond the other side.

"TORI!" I give a loud audible whisper, her name hissing through my lips and I giggle slightly as she jumps almost stumbling out of her wingback desk chair. Breathing deeply she turns to face me slowly as if I was pulling her away from something she desperately wasn’t ready to give up yet. "What's so interesting?" I question quietly searching into the waiting room. And there he sat, a lone figure in the lobby of my practice slumped in a chair. His fingers mindlessly tapping out an unknown beat on the armrest, his head swayed to the silent music that played from somewhere within.

"Wait... that's him, my 4:00?" Turning to Tori I flip through the sign-in sheet trying to rediscover his name, there it is, written in large fluid swirls, beautiful…  i, dotted with a heart… well that’s a bit immature.

"Isn't he cute?" Tucking stray strands of ebony behind an ear, her dark almond eyes look up to me again, this time a flirtatious smile flashes. She thinks everyone's cute... always on the hunt, a slight case of hypersexuality stemming from a need to be accepted by her peers.

    Turning my attention to the lobby once more I take him in, trying to see him the way she does. His black hair was shorter but still managed to be a shaggy mess. Not so much through neglect, but in a confident nonchalance. The smooth flawless caramel of his skin said that he was young, he couldn't possibly be more than 20, but the shortly trimmed mustache resting just above his full pink lips made him look a little older, maybe 22 or 23. Eyes gently closed his body still writhes to the song he’s playing in silence. Suddenly as his movements intensify his arms reach out for an amazing drum solo. I can’t help but let a huff of laughter and this small sound completely breaks his concentration, eyes fluttering open... he’s back to reality. The once euphoric look as he lost himself within an inner harmony, was replaced by a little smile tucked into the corner of his mouth as his gaze met mine. Shuffling his hand nervously through his already fussed hair, he leans back casually and refocuses his attention out the window that leads to the street below.

“Well isn’t he?” Tori reaffirmed, bringing me back to my own reality. She acted as if my opinion of him would somehow make it fact.

“He’s… different.”  I feel a small smile begins to curl and I know it’s the exact reflection of the one he just gave me.

“You’re a damn liar.” She scoffs lowly so her voice won’t carry into the next room.

“He’s not my type.” I wave my hands in the air as if the mere thought of finding him attractive was contagious.

Rolling in her chair to face me fully, she cocks her head aggressively as if my personal business was about to be strewn out across the lawn. “Does he have a dick?” Tori spouts a bit too loudly. “Well then I’m pretty sure he’s your type... how long has it been anyway?”

“Ummmmm...” I let out through a sigh, that hesitation to answer says more to her than I was hoping and I begin to fumble. “Listen…. that’s…. not for you to know.” Biting my lip, wanting to prevent any more information slipping through. I know she isn’t going to let up, this was a daily conversation. Really though if she was getting so much why should she even care what goes… or doesn’t between my thighs.

“Oh please, Lena if you hold out any longer you’ll be the one sitting on your own therapist couch. Sexual frustration can be madding you know.” She finishes her sentence in a twinkling taunting tone. With advice like that I know she's been listening in on my sessions. “Hey, if you ain’t gonna fuck him… I will.”