Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 10:27:29 -0700
From: Jan ' <janmay699@icqmail.com>
Subject: Therapist Visit (lesbian / adult youth, g/FFF)
Warning:
This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of
explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of
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it.
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Therapist Visit
By
Jan
Linda got out of her mother's car and checked the post-it
note one more time before looking back up at the old looking
red brick building for the number on her note. The building
was new but built to look like an old New Orleans office
building. The red brick structure was decorated with white
storm shutters, white decorative iron work on the second floor
balcony and the doors had white partials made to look like
Greek Doric pillars supporting hand carved freezes on the lintel
above the doors.
She felt like the building was welcoming but she was
apprehensive at the thought of talking to a stranger about
herself. She looked over her shoulder as her mother pulled
away from the curb.
She saw the black painted numbers that matched the
numbers on the note and approached the door. Just to the left
of the door was a plaster casting shaped like an unrolled
parchment with black letters on white that identified the office
as that of "Helen Masters PhD". She looked in the French
paned door to see what was inside but could not make out very
much.
When she opened the door it triggered a black bell
suspended from a steel spring. The lobby was very fashionable
looking. The thick carpet muffled the sound of her footsteps
and she approached the business like counter and desk of the
receptionist.
The women looked like she was not much more than a
teenager herself. She had a pleasant smile on her face as she
looked up from a pile of papers on her desk. She was a slender
woman with brown hair that had a soft look with casual waves
framing a friendly face. Her eyes were large and very blue.
Her nose had a slight bend to the right side of her face that
hinted that it had been broken at some time. The lips were full
but did not hide her brilliant teeth as she smiled. Linda liked
her right away.
"May I help you?" the woman asked.
"I...I have an appointment to see Dr. Masters at 1:30."
Linda said.
The woman picked up her appointment book as she
asked, "Name Please?"
Linda whispered her name and the woman smiled
pleasantly as she said, "She will be with you in just a few
minutes. You may have a seat while you wait,"
Linda turned to her right and sat down in the comfortable
chair under what looked like a real oil painting framed in a
grape leaf frame finished in gold leaf. She sat there and looked
at her surroundings.
The walls were painted in warm colors and the painting
on the opposite wall looked like the mate to the one behind her.
They were both French impressionist works that were done in
the turn of the century style of Monet. They were park settings
and the paint was applied in dabs. They just presented a very
pleasant and restful look at the people dressed for a Sunday
outing in the park.
She picked up a magazine from the table next to her chair
and leafed through it without paying much attention to the
content. At the appointed time there was a soft buzz and the
women picked up a phone and talked softly. All Linda heard
was, "She is here now." As the woman placed the receiver
back in the cradle she said, "You may go in dear."
Linda stood up and headed for the white triple paneled
door. When she opened it she followed the hall to another door
marked with the name Helen Masters PhD. She knocked softly
and heard a voice say, "Enter"
When she opened the door she saw that the office was
spacious. There was a beautiful desk made of golden oak with
a computer on it with a French paned widow behind it but the
woman was in front of the desk. There were two high backed
hairs in front of the desk with a little round table between them.
Everything in the room was designed to make the visitor feel
comfortable and at ease.
The woman stepped forward and offered her hand to
Linda. Linda took her hand and had the urge to say far too fast,
"Good afternoon Doctor. My name is Linda Ferguson. My
mother made the appointment for me to see you because she
thinks there is something wrong with me."
"Hello my dear. You don't need to call me doctor. My
name is Helen. The title is just too pretentious for me." Helen
said.
Of course her comment is designed to put the girl at ease.
If she gets the girls trust she will confide her true feeling to her.
Dr. Helen Masters is a woman in her late thirties. She
did her internship after earning her doctorate degree and has
had her own lucrative practice for five years. She is a nice
looking woman.
Helen was the typical Mid-western girl who had moved
to southern California because it was the place for a
physiologist to make their fortune. She had never seen an
ocean until she made the move. Now she could afford to have a
fashionable office in west Los Angles and have a home on the
beach. Her hair was naturally light blond but she paid very
dearly to keep it sun streaked like a typical surfer girl. Nature
had given her an average figure that she worked hard to keep
trim. She played a lot of two-on-two beach volleyball. When
she played she wore a sports bra so that her breasts don't flop
around. Spending so much time on the beach gave her a nice
tan but that requires a lot of care to keep from drying and aging
beyond her years. Linda found the doctor to be very attractive.
They sat half facing each other and started talking to each other.
Helen did not talk to Linda in a confrontational manner at
all. She wanted Linda to trust her enough to eventually get
around to why her mother had decided that she needed
psychological help.
Of course Linda's mother had told her over the phone in
hysterical terms what she had caught her daughter doing. But
Helen was not shocked by the news and wanted Linda to tell
her in her own terms what had driven her mother to make the
appointment. Helen asked Linda to tell her about her life from
the time she was a child and about her school career.
Linda started off telling her what she remembered about
her childhood. Then she told her about her early school years
and the friends she had. But the session time ran out before she
got to her current school year.
Helen stopped her and told her that time was up. They
would continue next time. Linda was disappointed that they
had not finished. In fact that was what Helen wanted. That
way Linda would go home feeling cheated because she had not
finished talking. In time Linda would be willing to get right to
the point in hopes that she would be able to defend her feelings
of guilt forced on her by her mother.
When she exited the building her mother was parked at
the curb. Of course her mother wanted to know everything.
Linda answered her shortly. All she asked me was about
growing up. Her mother was disappointed thinking that the
doctor would support her belief that her daughter was sick.
The next time she visited the doctor she picked up her
life where she had left off. She talked about her friends and her
relatives. She told about which teachers she liked and did not
like. At this point she had not said anything about why her
mother felt it was necessary to take her daughter to a
psychologist.
With each visit she was encouraged to talk about what
had happened at school and at home during the past week.
Linda's mother got tired trying to find out what had been said.
She was beginning to think that it was a waist of money
because the doctor had not even brought up her daughters
perversions.
She had spent her life raising her daughter to be a good
Christian, in her eyes, but she had caught her masturbating
several times over the years. The last thing that had happened
was catching her kneeling between the legs of her seated friend
sucking her pussy. No girl in her right mind would do such a
degrading thing and call herself a Christian.
She even called the doctor to complain about the lack of
progress in the treatment of her daughter. Helen assured her
that it would take time to find out the deep-seated cause of her
daughters desires.
When Linda was completely convinced that her doctor
was her friend and that she was not telling her mother
everything she said in their sessions, she started talking about
things she would never tell anyone. When she told her about
liking to play with her pussy she waited to see what the doctor
would say.
Helen made no judgment about her actions. She even
assured her that it was normal for young girls to explore their
body and feelings.
In time she told her about getting her best friend to let her
suck her pussy and getting her to suck hers. When she was
assured that she was not any different than any other girl her
age she felt better.
Helen felt herself being attached to the girl. She found it
hard to keep herself properly detached. She felt that Linda's
mother had over reacted it was only her prodigious religious
beliefs that prevented her from seeing that her daughters sexual
exploration as nothing more than youthful desire to learn her
place. She had a strong feeling that there was more need in the
mother for counseling than there was in her daughter.
Helen was curious to discover why Linda had first started
playing with herself. Linda didn't seem to remember what first
had peaked her curiosity. In time she wondered if drug therapy
or hypnoses would allow any repressed memories to surface.
Helen would of course need to get the mother's approval
to try either treatment. She had to do a lot of talking to
convince Linda's mother that what ever had sparked her interest
in sex so young would require finding out what was in her
deep-seated memories. It took some doing but the mother
finally agreed to allow her to use drugs to delve into her
forgotten past.
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The fist time she injected Pentothal Linda resisted but did
tell her about someone (she could not remember who it was)
rubbing her little pussy with their finger. All she could
remember was that the finger had red polish on it.
That gave Helen a lot to think about. Linda had been
molested by a female. That much was for sure. She didn't
know how old she was at the time or who it had been. She
could not even admit who she thought it had been.
With each visit she learned a little more. Apparently who
ever had been masturbating her had been doing it for a long
time. It had developed into a natural reflex on Linda's part to
masturbate herself when she wanted comfort. She had been
doing it for years even before her mother first caught her.
Her mother began surprising her in attempts to catch her
playing with herself. When she caught her the mother punished
her and read chapter and verse from the bible that condemned
homosexuality. Punishment went from verbal abuse to bare
bottom spankings. Nothing seemed to persuade her from
continuing to masturbate daily and sometimes several times a
day.
In time Linda found that she looked at other girls as
sexual objects and found boys repulsive. Her mother had
divorced her father shortly after her birth and he never came
around. She even heard from relatives that her had remarried
and had other children that she had never met. It was natural
that a girl she had gone to school with from pre-school to the
present had been her best friend and they told each other
everything.
She told her friend about her desire to masturbate all of
the time. The friend admitted to doing the same thing and even
doing it with other girls. By the time they were in the second
grade they were masturbating each other regally. The girl told
her about sucking pussy and they started doing that whenever
they were alone.
Linda was childishly stupid to do it with her friend at her
home because her mother snooped on her all of the time. She
should have known that her mother would find them in her
bedroom quick enough.
Helen was beginning to understand Linda very well. She
figured out that Linda had wanted to be caught by her mother
even if she did not know it. But what had started her on this
course.
Eventually during one of her sessions Linda started
talking about something in her past. It was when she woke up
in her bed. It was a youth bed for a small girl. She had wet her
bed and it woke her up. She remembered walking on the cool
wooden floor to her mother's bedroom. The door was locked
and her mother's voce told her to go back to bed.
She was upset but didn't argue the point but rather than
going back to bed she entered the master bathroom from the
hall. She checked the bedroom door and found it unlocked.
When she opened the door she could not believe what
she saw. It was her mother in bed with another woman. They
were cuddling and kissing each other. She watched her mother
doing things to this woman. When she started crying her
mother saw her. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her
body and she picked Linda up in her arms and carried her back
to her bedroom.
Her mother changed her nightgown and changed the
sheets on the bed before sitting down with her. She held her on
her lap and comforted her as she stroked her body. When her
mother lifted her nightgown and stoked her between her legs
she felt better. From that time on she would seek out her
mother and request her to rub her like before going to sleep.
Now everything fell into place for Helen. It was her
mother that had introduced Linda to masturbation and a desire
for lesbian sex. But why had her mother rejected her own
sexual desire?
Linda was also beginning to understand what had turned
her into a horny lesbian. She began to keep a close watch on
her mother too. Her mother spent a lot of time with one woman
from their Methodist Church. They studied the bible together a
lot. Linda had never cared for this woman but she could not put
her finger on why she had such a strong dislike for her.
One night when her mother and this woman were staying
up late studying Linda went to bed on her own. But she could
not go to sleep. She lay there and masturbated with her hand
under the blankets because she fully expected her mother to try
and catch her masturbating. She even masturbated a couple of
times but the door did not open.
Finally he got up and headed for the master bathroom
and opened the connecting door as she had as a child. There on
the bed was the woman with her legs bent and extolling her
sinner to suck her clit. Then it hit Linda like a bolt of lighting
that this was the same woman she had seen her mother making
love to so many years ago. She backed out of the doorway
before she was seen this time.
When she told Helen all about it the next time she saw
her Helen was the picture of understanding. She didn't
condemn her mother for her actions. She told Linda that her
mother had some deep seated problems that prevented her from
admitting to herself that she was a lesbian.
Linda asked, "If she is a lesbian why does she punish me
so much when she catches me? Why did she bring me to you?"
Helen thought for a moment. "I suspect that your mother
feels guilty for her own desires that she can not control and
wanted to be caught too. She is crying for help too?"
Linda thought about that for a moment. While she was
thinking Helen stood up and walked around behind the high
backed chair and reached over the back of the chair and cupped
both of the girl's little budding breasts. There was no bra and
she could feel the little fleshy lumps with their hard little
nipples.
Linda looked up over her shoulder at Helen as she bent
over one side of the chair and kissed Linda on the mouth. She
was shocked to have this mature woman kissing her at first.
When she accepted the kiss she relaxed and enjoyed the warmth
of the woman's mouth. At first the breath had a strong smell of
coffee that did not smell good to her but she forgot about the
smell as the tongue duel with hers. Her breath came in short
gasps as the woman stimulated her nipples.
She would have done anything asked of her but it was not
necessary because Helen wanted to do everything. She came
around the chair and knelt in front of the girl. Helen placed her
hands on Linda's knees. Her feet did not quite reach the floor.
She did not resist Helen when she parted her legs so that she
could reach under her skirt. She found the waistband of her
panties and pulled them down.
Linda didn't weigh more than 90 pounds and she was
able to pull the panties under her butt. She pulled them off of
her feet one at a time. When she had the girl's panties off, she
could not resist smelling the crotch before tossing them aside.
Linda felt a tingle in her pussy watching the woman
smelling her panties. She felt a little embarrassed because had
been wiring them all day. The legs had a little yellow scum
from her dead skin and sweat. The seat had a couple of hash
marks here she had been to the bathroom and not wiped all that
good. She wondered if she has some pee stains too.
Helen placed Linda's legs over her shoulders and moved
in close enough to feel the heat of Linda's pussy and smell her
young cunt as well. Linda thought she would pass out from the
excitement of having this adult woman kissing her down there.
She had fantasies about having sex with Helen but never
believed that the doctor would have the same feelings for her.
She scooted her butt closer to the edge of the chair and grabbed
two hands full of blond hair. It was a frantic few minutes as the
woman used her tongue and mouth to bring the girl to a climax
and Linda rode the face for everything she was worth to get off
as quick as she could. When her orgasm did arrive she almost
kicked the end table over. Her young cunt twitched and pulsed
as wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through her body.
Once she had recovered she wanted to return the favor
but Helen told her that time was up. She had to retrieve her
panties. When she untangled them she checked out the crotch
before putting them back on. She felt like she could have died
of embarrassment when she saw that there was a pee stain in
them, as if the hash marks were not bad enough.
She felt a rush of blood to her cheeks as she passed the
receptionist. She felt like the woman could tell that she had just
cum in the mouth of the doctor.
That night she had a new understanding about her
mother. Her mother had not hated her when she spanked her so
hard. Her mother either didn't want her to become a lesbian
like her or she was fighting back a desire to seduce her. That
red fingernail that had played with her pussy had been her own
mother's.
Linda had no idea that Helen's office had called her
mother and made and requested that she come in for a visit
while Linda was at school.
Her mother was nervous about being called in to talk to
the doctor. She felt like the doctor had discovered her secret.
For that reason she was really reluctant to go into Helen's office
when the receptionist told her that the doctor was waiting.
She had been so confrontational before. This time she
was like a child that had been caught cheating on a test exam at
school.
Helen told her to have seat and sat down facing her. She
saw Linda's mother's hands shaking and could not resist reach
out and taking her hands into hers.
"I have found out a lot about your daughter and let me
tell you that your daughter is not sick." Helen said.
"But she won't stop playing with herself and I caught her
sucking her girlfriend's pussy." Mom said.
"Why do you find that so disturbing?" Helen said.
"The bible says it is wrong." Mom said.
"The bible says it is required to stone anyone for working
on the Sabbath. Pigs are unclean animals so the faithful can not
eat the meat of a pigs or fish without scales. You can sell your
daughter into slavery. Given all of that can I buy Linda as my
slave?" Helen asked.
That took the woman back a moment. Then Helen asked
her if she knew that Linda had seen her in bed with her woman
friend not only when she was a very young child but just a few
days ago. Mom was visibility shaken. She did not confirm if it
was true or deny it either.
Helen told her that her denial of her own sexuality had
affected Linda too. That is why she masturbates so frequently.
I'm sure that you taught her how to do it in the first place.
That hit Linda's mother like a slap in the face. She
started crying like a baby. Helen let her cry herself out before
comforting her. The woman stood up and when Helen stood up
she hugged her and cried even more.
Helen hugged her and said, "Why don't you bring Linda
to my beach house this weekend. In fact bring your church
friend too."
Linda's mom was shocked that she even knew who her
lover was. Helen wrote down her address on the back of her
business card and handed it to Linda's mother.
Linda's mother was apprehensive about picking up her
religious friend and taking her along with Linda to a Malibu
beach home of her daughter's theorist. Linda was forced to sit
in the back seat of the car. She was a little sullen but she was
thrilled that she was going to see Helen.
When they pulled off of the Coast Highway and entered a
gaited road they found themselves on a low bluff that was only
fifty or sixty feet above the beach. There were a few homes
along the bluff. They found the right address and pulled into
the driveway. Helen heard the car enter the driveway and came
out to great them.
She was dressed in sandals, the bottom half of a very
colorful bikini and a black sports bra. Her hair was pulled back
into a ponytail and held in place with a colorful scrunchy.
Helen invited them into the house and gave them a quick
tour of her home. She did have a nice collection of paintings.
When she was finished she invited them to accompany her
down to the beach.
They followed her down the wooden steps to the cove.
She told them that during the twenties when Prohibition was in
effect smuggles use to use the cove to smuggle alcohol into the
area. The cove was not large and there were not a lot of people
on the beach. There was a volleyball net set up in the sand.
There were a few women playing volleyball and gave
Helen a greeting as she approached with her guests. After
introductions were made, Helen offered them something to
drink.
She opened a cooler and gave Linda a soft drink and
asked the other two adult women if they would like a wine
cooler. They both accepted the drinks and unscrewed the caps
and tasted the fruity drinks.
They had a good time playing in the water and joining in
on the volleyball game. The locals were far too good for them.
As the sun started setting in the west the sky took on a beautiful
reddish-orange glow. The south facing beach caused the bluff
to cast long shadows across the beach. The air was still warm
and comfortable on the beach.
One of the women started a fire in a gas pit and they
gathered around to cook a light meal. It was a Mexican meal.
Of course Linda wanted a hot dog. Everyone had been drinking
and was feeling pretty good. After the meal the other beach
goes filtered back up the bluff to their homes leaving the four of
them on the beach.
Helen casually pulled her sports bra over her head and
tossed it aside and rubbed her breasts where the tight spandex
had left red marks under her tits. Linda was as shocked as her
mother and her friend at the casual way Helen exposed herself.
Linda wanted to join in the action but was reluctant to do
so with her mother there. Her mother's friend jokingly crossed
herself and pulled her own top off to show them her ample
breasts. Linda's mother was at a loss about what to do.
Helen came up in front of her and pulled her to her body
and kissed her on the mouth. She recoiled as she looked in
Linda's direction.
Linda approached Helen and passed behind her and
stuffed her hands down the front of her bikini. Her mother gave
up and let Helen pull her swimsuit off. Helen led them to a
blanket and pulled Linda's mother down next to her. She
started sucking on her breasts as Linda when down and started
sucking on her pussy. The daisy chain that ensued only ended
after every woman had sucked all of the pussies and the
weather had cooled off enough to force them all to retreat up
the hill to the comfort of a warm house.
Never again would Linda be jealous of another woman
doing to her mother what she wanted to do. Linda became a
good enough volleyball player to make the UCLA volleyball
team her freshman year.
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