The Session - Erotica short

Chapter One

Lust, one of the seven deadly sins, Jack felt deep inside him. His lust bubbled over one faithful day in his session. Jack couldn't control it any longer. And from there, he realized what it could cost the both of them. How does a person keep a secret like this? How does a person make sure there's zero legal consequences afterwards? Jack, my friend, you're fucked and so is she. 

It all began, when Jack felt the  lowest in his life. A couple of weeks in therapy, he felt uplifted. He started to feel "king of the world". Until Jack's mother recently passed away. Then, without much warning, the darkness enveloped him like a comforting blanket. The darkness swallowed him whole like a cum-guzzling whore. And boy, Jack felt like shit again. 

There he was, sitting like a pitiful wreck, in her therapy office. Tissues in hand, blowing his nose, Jack looked like a sobbing mess, wailing out his eyeballs to this attractive woman. Of course, like her job details, she listened and consoled him. With her hand on his hand, he felt something. Something, Jack hadn't felt in years. A spark--almost, uplifting--of life, Jack felt. Growing, deep inside his heart, he felt--love. Love, or was it something else that Jack felt? Maybe it was lust, but he didn't realize it. He possibly thought it was "love" but in truth, lust overcame him like a avalanche. At home, he would pleasure himself thinking of her. Thinking of her, wanting to be close to her more, Jack desired. He was relentlessly obsessed. But Jack knew that she'll never accept him. He's a patient for fuck sake. Oh, the heartache killed him inside, but Jack was ever-so persistent. A week later, he couldn't stop himself. As he stared into her eyes during therapy session, watching her lips moved as she spoke. The words turned into butter flies inside his ear and mind. Jack noticed something different about her. It couldn't been his imagination. Oh no, she did wear perfume. Perfume that smelt like a rose garden on a summer's day. Her lipstick was brightly red, too. In some sentences, she would pause shortly then continue talking slowly. Her voice gentle as the ocean waves crashing upon the shore. 

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Jack snapped out his daze. But he couldn't help it. Jack was head-over heels over his therapist. 

"Yes, I was... just..." he trailed off in another of his fantasies. His typical fantasy of her kneeling down and head bobbing back and forth as she sucked his cock. 

"It's hard, isn't it?" she asked. 

Sweat beads formed on Jack's brow, and he gulped. 

"I am... I mean," he said, sounding foolish. Like a fool openly admitting his desire for an attractive woman. 

Like an angel, she smiled. 

"It's okay," she said, nodding her head. "What's on your mind?" 

How the hell could Jack ever explain to his attractive therapist that he wanted her. What would she respond to? Quick, Jack, think something cleaver--dumb fool.

Jack inhaled then exhaled slowly. 

"I've been having... some... sexual frustration."

"Oh?" She tilted her head. 

"There's a woman... I like. And she's attractive. When I see her, I can't help wanting to fuck her. I just don't want to fuck her. I want to make her come." 

She smiled. 

"Continue," she said. "It's better to get it off your chest." 

Yeah, Jack, get it off your chest. 

"I want to hear her moan until she begins to come. I want her legs to shake as I fuck her harder and harder." 

"What about asking for a date? Out to a diner the movies, maybe--even, spend some time to get to know her more. Perhaps, she'll like that." She nodded her head. 

"Maybe... but she's not capable of dating me like that." 

"Why not?" She shrugged. 

Jack couldn't really think of a good answer. He shrugged. How the hell was he able to tell her flat out that he wanted her? Most likely, Jack would be turned out in a heart beat. On top of that, she'll respond with "that's never going to happen" speech. Although, her nipples did show through her shirt. And if Jack knew any better, he'd sworn she was turned on. But again, the room could be cold. Or her nipples rubbed against her bra. Maybe... she has sensitive nipples? Jack thought. Although, he tried his damnedest to not over-read her nipples poking through her shirt. Jack couldn't help it. 

"Are you cold?" he asked.

She shook her head. 

Smart move, Jacky boy, eliminating the possibilities. But what's the next question to ask? It better not be "are your nipples sensitive". 

"Why would you ask that?" she asked.

Jack shook his head, playing it off cool. Again, not trying but possibly spotted, glancing at her breasts. His eyes wandered over to her eyes. Did she blush? he questioned himself.

"Are you cold?" she asked.

Jack shook his head. His eyes widened as she leaned back in her office chair. Her hand playing with her necklace. 

"So, does it help talking about your sexual desires for this woman?" she asked.

"Kinda," he said.

"I find it interesting... how much you want this woman to come. Why is that?" 

Jack didn't really think about it much. All he knew was that a woman coming was a turn on. Maybe, to him, it meant satisfying his primary mission. Maybe, Jack didn't realize it, but he wanted to make the woman sexually happen. Or was it possibly fear? If a woman doesn't come, they'll find someone else. Sometimes that fear is ingrained in the back of men's mind. But a woman can fake orgasm. Yet, the man thinks his mission is successful. Whereas, his ego is enlarged but only quickly deflated like a balloon when she's with another guy.   

Jack shrugged. 

"I don't know. Perhaps... I enjoy the idea of making her come first."

"Is it a race?" she asked.

"No. I... want... you to come. I mean... the woman." 

Fuck me, I'm a idiot! Jack thought. He motioned his finger to his head in circular motion. 

"I'm not thinking straight," he said.

Nice, really smooth, Jack, but you can't lie worth shit. 

She smiled as her cheeks grew red. She looked over at her watch, frowned and stood up. 

"Our session is over, but if you need anything, call my office to schedule a session. I'll try to fit you in." 

Jack smiled and stood up. But he realized his cock was hard. Just like her nipples poking through, his cock poked through his slacks. But oddly enough, her eyes somehow traveled downward below the belt. She put a fake cough, smiled, and Jack saw her cheeks glowing red. 

"Sounds good," he said, quickly exiting out of her office. 

Was it me, or did she check out my junk? he questioned himself. She knows, doesn't she? 

Possibly she does know, Jacky boy, and you're going to have to wait it out. You'd be surprised on how she feels about you, Jack. 

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