I am a practicing psychologist in the Loop Area in downtown Chicago.
I have a mixture of patients; ones with big problems, small problems, and some with problems that may not be obvious to family, friends and co-workers.
Many of this last group tend to have the least obvious problems and are often the ones who are willing to engage the services of psychologist rather than risk personal exposure by confiding in friends and relatives.
Matty and Jon, two patients I'm working with right now, are not Chicago residents, but rather USA TODAY Best Selling Authors who live out east, one in New Hampshire, and the other in Boston.
What they have in common, is they both write, and both meet with me when they come to Chicago on business. Neither is aware they share the same therapist.
After several recent messages from them,
I put two and two together and realized that unknowingly, they were about to attend the same college reunion.
My first thought was the Physicians Code of Ethics: "First do no harm." Therefore, I decided that at least for the time being, I would say nothing and let the scenario play itself out for awhile.
As they were both my patients, this did not appear to be unethical in anyway, but to play it safe, I wrote a letter to the board of ethics in my state for an opinion.
This way I felt I could relax and concentrate on my patients, both of whom I have grown increasingly fond of over time.
Now, I will let the story tell itself:
Jonathon Montgomery
"Jon's Journal"
Client #1010
May 1, 2010
Dear Doctor Landers:
The mail arrived a little late. I was a bit upset as I was expecting an important contract and a check from my agent.
Opening the mailbox I was disappointed to find there was nothing from my agent, but delighted to find a letter from Matty Stevens.
Right away I recognized the name from college. It had been awhile since I'd even thought about her, but seeing her handwriting and smelling the envelope, everything came rushing back. I felt warm all over and sexually aroused.
Opening it, I found it was an invitation to a class reunion.
It had been 20 years since our college graduation and 20 years since I had seen Matty.
She and I shared many classes in the fine arts building, hers in art and mine in music.
We used to hang out between classes, sitting and talking. She was engaged to be married and I WAS married.
We'd talk about many different topics of the day, politics, movies, music--at times our chats turned to sex and romance--not often, but often enough to keep the sparks flying.
Even though we never admitted it, it was obvious there was an attraction between us.
We passed it off as a platonic friendship, always greeting each other with a hug and light kiss on the cheek. I think we knew better, even back then.
But to admit this, would have ended our fascination with each other. I knew, I wasn't about to let that happen.
The best part of our friendship was when Matty would sit on my lap with her arm around my shoulder as we talked and laughed. God, how I loved that. Especially that we'd always end up burying our heads into the crooks of each other's neck.
Whenever we talked there was always some flirting going on in both directions. We were both the touchy feely type, which worked out great and provided us a good excuse to act like we did, a front if you will. (I suspect for us as well as our friends.)
Many times I found myself resting a hand on her shoulder or arm as we spoke and often her hands were on me, sometimes on my thigh.
Looking back, I think we both realized the electricity was there, but it never went any further than those titillating conversations.
I remember thinking about her off and on for several years after, wondering what would have happened had either of us made a serious move on the other.
I loved to masturbate and long after graduation, I'd fantasize about us making love, especially on nights something would prompt her memory and make me long for her presence.
It was then I'd picture her and think about how delicious it would be to take her face in my hands and kiss her on the lips until our lips parted, our tongues intertwined.
I would not just undress her with my eyes, like I used to at school. Oh no, in these fantasies, I gave myself free reign.
It didn't take long for my cock to soon be standing at attention, my stroking would increase and I'd see myself, unbuttoning the front of her dress, first one button, then another until it slid off her shoulders.
Leaning over, I would gently kiss her neck and then on down to her beautiful breasts--those breasts that were always trying to escape from her sexy lacy bras, the ones I couldn't help but notice when I watched her rehearsing for school plays in her low cut costumes. She was so beautiful back then.
Recalling all this took me back to our school's auditorium where she sat on an empty stage one night studying a script.
I could see her once again and me on my knees, in front of her sitting on a chair center stage, moving my hands up under her dress to feel her smooth silky legs.
When I reached her panties, she lifted herself up from the chair and I pulled them down.
She ran her fingers through my hair and murmured trivia about her panties being a perfect match for her bra, that black lace and all, I didn't care, but the obvious wet spot in the crotch drove me crazy.
Taking her panties completely off I saw
myself bringing them up to my face, getting stoned on them, letting them slowly intoxicate me, fill my senses with her sweet scent.
Looking up I saw her captivating smile, her lust filled face, her loving my attentions, her reaction to the look of wonderment on my face when I stopped and gazed into the warmth of her sultry eyes.
Moving between her legs I unbuttoned the rest of her dress, gradually, button by button as I watch her spread her legs further and further apart, ever so slowly, seductively inviting me in, the ultimate vixen I had always known she was at heart.
Heaven about to happen I took one hand and brought it up to her breasts as I moved the other one between her legs with one finger moving over her puffy mound while the other slipped inside her juicy love nest.
My fantasies with Matty were so real and so overpowering--the best part was they never let me down.
I'd always end up shooting rope after rope of thick cum--a showy May Pole type of tribute to what I wished had happened way back then and still hoped would.
I read the invitation and looked in my calendar to see if I'd be available to attend. If I wasn't, my cock told me I should rearrange my schedule.
Still, my memories of Matty and my fantasies of her were sending my brain mixed signals.
On the one hand, I would love to see her and talk like we use to, re-live the past. But then again, I thought, what if my fantasies affected that meeting so much, that I wouldn't be able to carry on much of a normal conversation.
And besides, what if she'd moved on without any of those kinds of thoughts about me and our meeting would be nothing more than a few brief sentences.
What then?
The date was open and I penciled in the reunion, not sure if I would actually attend or not. Like who was I fooling?
One thing was for sure though; the invitation had re-kindled something in me. I couldn't get Matty off my mind.
The rest of that day and throughout the evening all I could think of were the many conversations that we had so many years ago.
Those talks of ours seemed like yesterday
--the memory of them brought back the feel of her silky skin when I touched her arm or kissed her cheek in our not so innocent stolen moments at school.
My nights soon became filled with memories of her--those old fantasies that stirred up everything in me--memories that came rushing in and overwhelmed all my newly acquired sophisticated logic.
I kept repeating the same old scenarios but a few nights ago, I moved beyond the normal limits of my previous fantasies.
This time as I was stroking my rock hard cock, I imagined going down on her, inhaling her aroma, and replacing my fingers with my tongue and tasting her sweet nectar.
She was writhing in the chair as my tongue bathed in her wetness while she guided my head like a rudder between the juncture of her thighs in whatever direction floated her boat down the stream of consciousness, flowing through my fantasy life.
Moving to the edge of the chair to give me better access, she spread her legs wide while my hands held her breasts and my mouth softly fed on her pert nipples until she screamed out and I saw her slumping back on the chair knowing she had reached her peak, had her first orgasm of the night.
I stood up in front of her, needing to be naked now and get rid of my clothes.
Reaching up, she undid my belt, pulled it out of my trousers, undid the button on my pants, and pulled the zipper part way down and got it stuck.
Oh shit! I thought.
My cock was pulsating with anticipation, begging for release, and now it was locked in my pants.
Hearing the rasp of the zipper, I realized Matty had somehow fixed it, got it unstuck.
Free now, I slid my trousers down and stepped out of them.
Unbuttoning my shirt, she slowly slid it off as she sucked on my nipples and kissed my chest.
It was now her turn as she trailed her sweet wet lusty kisses down my chest and across my stomach to drive me clear out of my mind.
Slipping a finger into the waistband of my underwear, she pulled them down my legs and threw them aside.
My cock now bobbed in front of her face, right where I wanted it.
She sealed her lips around it and imagining the feel of her mouth sent me over the edge, I came--in bursts--cum erupting all over!
I saw it as a confirmation that I needed to be at that reunion and do her for real.
Cleaning it all up, I couldn't keep the smile off my face, thinking how much farther I had gotten in THIS fantasy than any before it.
Content, I went back to bed and slept very well.
The next morning I did what I needed to do to make sure I'd would be at that reunion.
I marked the appropriate box on the card saying I would attend, marked what meal I wanted, wrote out a check, put it all into the enclosed envelope and dropped it into the mail.
I had an extra skip in my step that day as I began to think about seeing Matty again.
It would be another month, but I could hardly wait. I wanted her so.
Matty Stevens
"Matty's Journal"
Client #1025
May 8, 2010
Dear Doctor Landers:
I was getting my mail and found many returned RSVP's for the upcoming class reunion I'm in charge of it, since I'm the class secretary.
As I was walking back to my front door and looking through them I suddenly stopped at one from Jon M. (I'm omitting his last name Dr. Landers, to protect his privacy.)
In the back of my mind I had secretly hoped that he would be coming. I really wanted to see him again. God how I'd wanted this.
As I opened the envelope I grinned ear to ear when I saw he'd be attending. I couldn't help but wonder if his response had to do with me, his wanting to see me again. (He told me once he'd probably never come to a re-union.)
It was then I realized, that not only was my heart racing, but I was becoming aroused.
My mind began to wander back to our college days, the many times we sat and talked.
I remembered specifically one day when he came into the library and sat down. No one was there but us. I ran to him and jumped on his lap. I'll never forget how he reacted, how he looked at me.
I am not sure today why I did that, but I do recall that I continued to sit on his lap talking for a very long time.
With my arms around his neck, every so often he'd kiss me on the cheek and I'd kiss him back.
We stayed like this for nearly an hour--all the while I could feel his cock through his pants--how it hardened as we talked. (I swear I could actually feel his heartbeat through his cock!)
This being one of our more flirty conversations--I knew what was going on and can't deny it--I also knew, that like me, he was thoroughly turned on.
Totally aware of his condition, I only hoped that when I got up, there'd not be a large wet spot where I'd been sitting.
I've thought about that sexy conversation many times over the years and even today, from just the thought, I get the same tingle and a moist spot on my panties.
In another fantasy a few days later, I saw myself parting my lips and felt our tongues meeting, me placing my hands on either side of his face as he kissed me gently, running his fingers through my hair and pressing me close, telling me how much he wanted me, loved me, and always had. I felt at one with him, more than I ever had with any other man in my life.
Caressing me he brought my sweater over my head and reached behind me to undo the clasp on my bra, to feast without obstruction.
Arching my back, I reached up and presented my nipples to his mouth where he gently licked and sucked them, coaxed them to harden into sweet little nubbins.
His breathing got heavier and I squirmed in his lap. I wanted him so bad it was driving me nuts, right out of my mind as he told me what wonderful tits I had and lifted me up to tear my panties and skirt right off my bare ass.
With his steady gaze burning deep into my eyes he hung on to my breasts as I rose up and straddled his lap and then lowered myself down onto his big throbbing thick dick.
As I felt him thrust upwards, driving his cock deep inside of me, his first fuck home. I rubbed my clit keeping in rhythm with his thrusts, it brought forth from me a primeval scream, a passion filled burst of pleasure far too intense for me to suppress.
"OH FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK ME BABY, OH FUCKKKKKK-MEEEEEEE-HEEEEEEEEEE,"
"FUCKKKKKKKKKKK ME BABY," I cried out!! (Causing the dog next door to bark and his owners to pound on the wall.)
Then in one quick motion, I buried him deep inside me, and was delivered to the brink of ecstasy and on over to the edge of eternity to cum like I never knew was possible.
It was only a fantasy, a half awake wet dream, but I couldn't help but wonder, what it would be like to really do it.
Say at the class reunion?
To Be Continued: Part 2
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