Date: Sun, 01 May 2005 09:18:42 -0400
From: Shay ... <oopy1@msn.com>
Subject: FEMALE THERAPY by SHAY (FF adult friends)

I slung my purse over my shoulder and walked down the first floor hallway
towards Nancy's office. I passed a soda machine with an Out Of Order sign
taped to it, a toddler screaming at a tired looking woman seated on a red
bench by the wall, and over her head, a painting of...of something, lord
knew what.

   I rounded the corner, and opened the door to her waiting room and entered
the softly lit, comfortable room. Fish swam lazily in a tank, and plants
made the room seem softly alive. There were no New Age magazines--Crystals
Cured My Cancer!--but there were coffee table art books. Women wearing
turn-of-the-century dresses enjoyed an Impressionistic picnic on the front
of one of them.

   I sank into the cream-colored sofa like sitting in a big welcoming hand,
and closed my eyes. I breathed gently in and out as I tried to soak up the
calm of the room.

   Then a sweet clear feminine voice spoke my name.

   "Sherry?"

   There was Nancy, standing in the inner doorway. I hadn't even heard her
open it. She was smiling warmly at me. I got up and walked toward her.

   She was wearing a beige sweaterdess and brown boots. She had on jade
earings and a necklace to match, and as I passed close by her to enter the
room, my nostrils filled with her lovely perfume.

   I sat down on her couch, and took in the familiar shelves filled with her
books, more plants, little delicate figurines of animals here and there. A
humidifier hummed softly.

   Nancy sat down in her easy chair, smoothing a strand of her dark blonde
hair behind her delicate ear as she rested my file on her lap and settled
herself in. She pushed up her glasses and tilted her head at me and smiled
again.

   "So," she asked me, "what's up this week, kiddo?"

   "Well..." I began uncertainly, "since Vince and I split, I just don't
feel myself." I paused.

   "In what way, Sherry?" Nancy asked softly.

   I drew my legs up under me as I sat on the couch and tried to gather my
thoughts. "I guess I just don't feel attractive. And I feel like I'm not
worth as much if I'm not Mrs. Bigshot anymore." I blathered on, basically
repeating myself, for a few minutes, as Nancy's warm brown eyes focused
their attention on me.

   I ran out of nonsense to spout and the room was quiet for a minute as the
humidifier hummed away in its corner.

   "I'd like to try something," she said as she gently placed my file aside
and got up. Her sweaterdress draped so sensuously over her. I wished I felt
like she looked; beautiful, sensual, intelligent, alluring, confident.

   Nancy picked up a vase of hybrids from her desk and I felt the couch dip
slightly as she sat gracefully down next to me. Her perfectly manicured
fingers drew one flower out from the vase and set the rest on a table
nearby.

   Smiling reassuringly, Nancy took my hand in hers--her skin was so nice
and smooth--and we held the stem of the flower together.

   "Okay, I'd like for you to look at this flower, Sherry." She paused, then
went on. "feel its green stem in your our hands, so alive and wet from being
in the vase, with its sisters. Now," she continued, her voice soothing,
light, almost hypnotic, "please keep holding the stem, but take your other
hand and touch the petals with your fingertips. Feel how delicate, how
wonderful they feel." I did as Nancy asked, and felt the moist, beautiful
petals.

   "Now, Sherry," she said so low she was almost whispering, "inahle its
fragrance. Put your face to the folded petals of this flower and experience
the aroma, the feel, the power of this one delicate, beautiful little
flower."

   I was very aware of Nancy's finger touching mine as we held the flower
and I brought my face to its center and closed my eyes, letting myself take
in all the sensations. I could feel the petals on my face as I slowly
breathed in its lovely scent.

   Finally I opened my eyes and looked up and into Nancy's eyes, a few
inches away from mine over the flower we held. I felt the first real,
spontaneous smile of my week spread across my face, and she smiled back, her
face full of reassuring warmth.

   She gently took the flower from my hand and tenderly replaced it with the
others.

   "It's beautiful, isn't it?" she asked, searching my eyes.

    "Yes, wow, that's amazing! I guess I just don't take time to really
experience things sometimes. You know?"

   "Well...it IS beautiful, Sherry. But all it is is just one little flower,
in a vase, in my office. YOU, Sherry, are beautiful, too. And you are so
much more than just a flower in a vase. You are more lovely, more perfect,
more powerful, than any flower."

   And then Nancy touched my cheek, just for a tiny moment, but with
infinite tenderness.
   "See you next week," she said in her honeyed voice.

              ***

"I'm missing Vince less than I was...thank God for girlfriends, Nancy. More
and more I am thankful for them because I have them to go to and he
has...business." I snorted and rolled my eyes.

   "So you're feeling closer to your women friends?" Nancy had on a black
turtleneck and a brown suede skirt. She looked perfect, as usual. A silver
bracelet reflected the light at her wrist.

   "Yes...yes I am, but..."

   "But?"

   I waved my hand dismissivley. "Oh, it's stupid."

   "Is it, Sherry? I feel sure it isn't 'stupid' at all. Please tell me what
you're feeling."

   "I just...sometimes I would like to just be held by one of my
girlfriends. I don't just mean a quick hug with kids running around and the
microwave dinging and somebody at the door. I mean..."

   "Yes?" Nancy encouraged me. "Tell me, Sherry." her voice was so soothing.

   "Well, Nancy...I would really really like to be held by my friends Joanna
or Trish...held for hours. Just to lay in their arms with no interruptions
or obligations. Like for the whole afternoon. That's what I'd like." I could
feel myself blushing. I shrugged.

   "Sherry...how long has it been since you were held by someone?"

   I sighed. "Since Vince I guess. And then it wasn't the type of thing I'm
talking about. Vince was goal-oriented, as you know!" I laughed bitterly.
"If he held me it was because I was his goal of the moment."

   I turned my head to the side and caught the aroma of some potpourri next
to the lamp by the couch. And then my loneliness welled up in me and I felt
tears fill my eyes and spill over onto my cheeks.

   And then...and then...

   Nancy was at my side, surrounding me like a spring breeze, and before I
knew it, and without a word between us, my face was nestled against the
softness of her sweater, and her arms were around me and she was holding me.
I could feel my own tears on the butter-soft material of her sweater, and
the rich, comforting fullness of her breast underneath. her chest rose and
fell gently against my face, warm and sweet, and I could feel her bra as I
wrapped my arms helplessly around her.

   "There, baby," Nancy cooed as her slender fingers stroked my hair, and
she held me in her arms and shushed and almost imperceptibly rocked
me."Shhhh." We lay there together for the rest of the hour, almost forty
minutes. We never really said a word. When my hour was up, I extricated
myself from her embrace, altough I didn't want to, and picked up my purse
and went home.

       ***

All the rest of that day, I felt a serenity inside that I hadn't had in a
long time. I was smiling at little things again, and even caught myself
whistling. ("girls who whistle come to no good end!" I could hear my mother
saying from somewhere in my memory)

   That night as I lay in bed I replayed my session with Nancy in my mind.
The feel of her arms around me, and mine clinging to her. The softness of
her breasts under my cheek. "Oh Nancy," I murmured as I
fantasized--thrillingly!--of what it would have been like to kiss her there,
and I actually made a kissing sound with my lips, which brought me out of my
reverie.

   "Oh my god," I thought to myself, and put it out of my mind and went to
sleep.

     ***

"How do you feel about our last session?" Nancy asked me in her
melting-sugar voice.

   "I loved it," I confessed. "I absolutely loved it." I could feel myself
blushing again.

   "Touch is a basic human need. If you would like, we can do that again.
And," she added reassuringly, "you can talk to me just as you always do; the
only difference will be that you'll be being held as you do." She smiled.

   I looked up. "Yes, Nancy. I'd like that. Please."

   With that, Nancy got up, her long floral print skirt flowing gracefully
around her legs as she came over and sat in the corner of the couch and I
settled into her embrace. I could feel her warm breath on my hair and her
strong slender arms around me as I lay my head on her chest. She was wearing
a white tailored blouse, and it smelled clean and fresh.

   Nancy took a tissue and tenderly wiped off my lipstick so it wouldn't get
on her blouse. Her fingers touched my hair and face. And then I couldn't
help it. I pressed my lips to Nancy's breast and moaned softly as I kissed
her breast with urgent tenderness.

  I expected that she would object, and ask me what I was doing, but she
didn't. She just encouraged me. "Yes, Sherry. Yes, darling girl!"

   "Oh my god," I breathed as, with trembling fingers, I began unbottoning
her blouse. Never in my life had I imagined myself seeking out another
woman's breasts this way, but I urgently wanted her.

   As the beautiful curving swell of her breasts became exposed to my hungry
gaze, I covered the sweet skin there in warm passionate kisses. My lips made
love to Nancy's skin, and, trailing my fingers over her nipples, I could
feel that they had stiffened inside the cups of her white lace bra.

   In a fever, I hurried to remove her blouse and bra, and I attached myself
to her pretty pink nipple as if my life depended on it. Her breasts were so
full and soft and semsual, I felt like I could suck and lick and kiss them
forever. I went from one lovely breast to the other, showing her how much
she excited me.

   Then we were kissing. Urgent, needful kisses, deep and demanding, the
kisses of two adult women who know exactly how to inflame another woman. For
me, it was instinctive, like something I had always known, but never used.

   I whispered hotly in her ear, "I've needed to masturbate about you every
night for the last two weeks." I licked her ear and nibbled it. "I've
dreamed of this, of you. Oh Nancy."

   "Show me," she said breathlessly.

   "What?" I asked in confusion.

   "Play with yourself, Sherry, with me...about me. Please."

   With a groan of realization and desire, I reversed myself so that my back
was pressed to her naked breasts, and she held me in her arms and caressed
my breasts and shoulders as I undid my jeans and slipped my hands between my
legs. I was soaking wet. As Nancy whispered encouragement in my ear, I began
to masturbate furiously for her. I had never masturbated WITH anyone before,
in my life. To be lying there in another woman's arms, in Nancy's arms,
being TOLD to play with myself and to do it for her, I felt myself nearing
some sensual edge which I had never approached before.

   "Oh Nancy, you are so beautiful, Nancy Nancy Nancy oh god Nancy!"

   "Come for me," she breathed in my ear and I felt my body stiffen as a
tidal wave of sensation began rolling up from the soles of my feet and
suddenly burst over me and overtook me and I arched my back--feeling her
bare breasts there, which took me even higher--and I screamed her name and
experienced by far the most intense climax of my life, there in my female
therapist's office, in her arms, with her name on my lips.

    ***

For the next six days, all I could think about was Nancy. I thought of
almost nothing but sex, sex with another woman, sex with Nancy. I couldn't
concentrate, I was daydreaming all the time, about her body, her voice, her
sweetness.

   I began to think that, despite my passionate reaction, perhaps this
wasn't something I should just give in to. Shouldn't I be looking for a man?
Was I a Lesbian? Didn't they have crew cuts and carry men's wallets on
chains?

   The next time I saw her, I told Nancy about my doubts.

   "Maybe I'll give Vince one more chance," I said, though it sounded
absurd, even to me, as soon as I said it.

   "Sherry, please just promise me not to do anything until our next
session. Will you promise me that?"

   "Of course," I told her.

   "Okay. Thank you." She smiled and my heart brimmed over liked warm maple
syrup from a pan.

     ***

The next week came, and despite myself, I wore tight jeans and a white tank
top with no bra. "I make no sense, I make no sense!" I scolded myself as I
headed out the door, planning to tell Nancy that I had to be straight, I had
to stop this and concentrate on finding a man.

My appointment this time was in the evening, and Nancy's office was the only
thing open in the building where she was located. I opened her door and
slipped inside. Her inner door, which normally was closed when i arrived,
stood open. I could see Nancy's lovely dark blonde hair above the back of
her easy chair, and so I cautiosly walked in.

    "Hello Sherry," she smiled as I came around and took my place on the
couch. I was surprised to see that she was wearing a gorgeous silk kimono,
with flowers painted on it. She was a vision, and I could smell her
intoxicating perfume from where I sat.

   Nancy got up and walked the few steps over to me, her womanly hips
swaying sensually as she came closer. "I love you Sherry," she said. "I love
you so much, and I can't let you make this mistake you are comtemplating."

   With that, Nancy knelt straddling me, one creamy calf on either side of
me as she took my face in her delicate hands and kissed me on my lips. I was
helpless. As always, I felt an immediate, powerful desire for this beautiful
woman, and I kissed her back, our tongues exploring each other's mouths as
we merged and made out, there on her couch in her softly lit office.

   "OOooo, nice," came a purring female voice from behind us. Alarmed, I
looked over Nancy's shoulder and saw both Joanne and Trish standing there
watching us. I was frozen, my heart leaping in my chest in panic.

   "Shhh," cooed Nancy as she kissed my throat, then straightened up to look
into my face and search my eyes. "This is an intervention. Your friends are
here because they love you just as I do and want the best for you. It's
okay, Sherry. Shhh darling shhhh."

   Before I knew it, three pairs of expert female hands were exploring my
body and undressing me. Three pairs of petal-soft feminine lips were kissing
my skin all over. Joanne reached between my legs and fingered my wet pussy
while Nancy french kissed me and Trish fondled and sucked my right breast.
It wasn't long before I was having my first of many, many orgasms.

  "Her face is so sweet when she's coming," Joanne softly remarked to Trish
after I had climaxed from Nancy kneeling between my legs and licking me to
heaven.

   "Mmm, and such perfect breasts," whispered Trish as she cupped my left
breast and took my nipple into her warm wet mouth, and Joanne stroked her
hair and watched my face.

   I was allowed to watch Trish and Joanne worship Nancy, and all three
women made love to me until I was delirious with pleasure and joy.

   "One last thing," said Joanne with a smirk, "just in case you STILL think
there's anything a man can give you that a woman can't improve upon!"

   As Trish cradled me in her arms, Joanne approached me wearing a strap-on
dildo and positioned herself between my legs. Nancy spread my labia with her
fingers as Joanne entered me and then my thereapist moved up and began
softly kissing my face, ears and throat as Joanne penetrated me. It was all
too much, and I felt yet another orgasm rising within me.

   Just before I gave in to my climax, Nancy kissed me and asked, "So, my
beautiful flower, any more notions about going back to men?"

   As Trish held me, Nancy kissed me, and Joanne filled me, I let my most
intense orgasm of the night answer for me.

   "Now you see why we recommended Nancy to you," giggled Trish.

   "Yeah," agreed Joanne. "We TOLD you she was terrific."

   I think Nancy was about to say something, but then she was busy being
gratefully kissed---by me!