Archive-name: First/therapy.mf
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Archive-title: Therapy


Hello! :)

This is my first attempt at erotic prose.  I really don't know if it's the
kind of fiction you're looking for, but as I read rae I see a lot of different
styles and plots.  If at all possible, I'd like some feedback as to how I 
might be able to improve my writing. (I know, you're probably not a writing
critic, but anything would help.)


				THERAPY

	Rachel climbed the stairs of the university's Behavioral Sciences
building to finally arrive at her office on the 6th floor. (And I thought
being a grad student would get me some respect,) she thought sarcastically.
The corner nook the department liked to call her "office" was hardly 10X10
feet in floor space and crammed with all sorts of books that the regular 
profs didn't seem to want.  If nothing else, it was comfortable.  She had
found room for a fouton that served as a couch during appointments and as
a bed when she stayed there to chip away at her dissertation.  (Ah well,
another day, another assistanship dollar.) she mused as she turned on her
Mac SE to chech her appointment calendar.
 
	 As the Mac booted she examined her reflection on the screen.  Rachel
was a pleasant woman, perhaps not a super-model, but she held her own
against the "cheerleader" types.  Her mother had always bragged about her 
combination of brains and beauty.  Rachel didn't completely dissagree, either;
she had the classic Norweigan features, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a well
proportioned body.  A bit top heavy, pehaps, but there were worse things.
He breasts were quite adequate for turning heads, especially among the under
grads, she noticed. 

	It turned out that she had only one appointment that morning, a 
counselling session with a student named Christopher. Due to arrive in 15
minutes, she decided to put on some coffee and settle down.  

	Almost exactly 15 minutes later, a head popped out from behind the
door and a timid voice called out "Hello?"  

	"Hi.  Come in and sit down," Rachel said warmly. "My name's Rachel,
and you must be Chris."

	"Yeah, I'm Chris."  He seemed like a balloon that couldn't hold any
more air without popping.  Stress was written all over his face, and Rachel
noticed that he had probably stayed up all night last night because of his 
bloodshot eyes and weary expression.  

	After the formalities were out of the way, Rachel asked Chris to 
tell her about himself.  Chris was a music major, and sang in the university
choir as well as played trumpet in the orchestra.  Rachel could see why he 
was stressed; music majors are well-known for hellacious schedules and long
practice/study hours.  She was amazed at how Chris thought nothing of working
until 2 or 3 in the morning only to have an 8am class the next day.

	"How  long have you been doing this?" Rachel asked.  

 	"Since my freshman year, and I'm a junior now.  It never bothered me
until a while ago." Chris said.  "It was just part of surviving."

	"What do you do to relieve stress?"
 
	"I used to be able to do anything to relieve stress.  Music used to
relax me so much.  Now music is the biggest source of stress I have.  I have
to be that much better than the next guy or else I don't get into the grad
school I want.  You should understand that."

	Admittedly, she did.   She remembered back to her undergrad days, when
she fought tooth and nail to be the best psych major there was, so she could
have this assistanship.  "I do understand, Chris.  I remember worrying about
it as much as you are now.  But there isn't ANYTHING you can do to relax?"

	"Hell, I can't even masturbate to relax anymore!"  Chris blurted out.
Almost immediately Chris realized what he had said.  He blushed a deep shade
of crimson.  "Um. . . I'm sorry.  I shouldn't have said that. . .maybe I should
leave now--"

	"Wait, don't leave."  Rachel said, almost too anxiously.  A furious waveof thoughts went through her mind.  Somehow Chris's remark had taken Rachel out
of her "professional" mode and now realized that she was getting turned on!
(Stop it, stop it right here.  Rule number 1 about counselling: DON'T get 
involved with your patients--MAJOR no-no. . .But he *is* cute. . .and I haven't
had any fun lately. . .NO! You can't do it. . .why not?  Maybe it's just what
he needs. . .)

	Rachel went to the door and closed it tight.  With no other appointmentsthis morning, she wouldn't be bothered for a good three hours. (Well, I've neverseduced anyone before. . .but I guess there's always a first time.  Here goes   
nothing), she thought.

	"Chris, I'm going to ask you some. . .personal questions.  You don't
have to answer them if you don't want to.  I promise that anything you tell
me will be kept between us.  Okay?"  Chris only nodded.  "Chris, how long have
you been masturbating?"

	"Since I was fifteen."  

	"Have you had sex since then?"

	Chris blushed again. "um. . . no."

	"You're a virgin?  That's surprising, a good-looking guy like you."
And he *was* good looking.  He was just a little shorter than she was, solidly
built muscles under his T-shirt, short brown hair, and a pleasant face.  This
was getting more interesting by the minute. She began to run her fingers throughhis hair, and stood in front of him so that her breasts were level with his 
eyes.   "Can you still masturbate now, or did you mean that the stress wasn't
letting you?" 

	"Oh, I still can, it just doesn't feel as good as it once did."  He was
getting more comfortable with the sudden twist of conversation, it seemed.  "I
bet I sound rather silly to you now,"

	"Not at all.  It's not something you need to be ashamed of."  Rachel 
couldn't believe she had just said that.  "Perhaps you'd like to try it here
and now.  Mastrubating, that is," she said with a little smile. 

	"HERE?  Now?"   

	"Why not?  If this is how you used to be able to relieve stress, why nottry again?"  She began to unbutton her shirt and changed her tone to be as
seductive as she could possibly comprehend. "I'll even help," she said with a
smile.

	This got some results, Rachel noticed; a bulge was beginning to grow 
in Chris's Levis.  Rachel sat down beside Chris  and began to stroke his 
crotch.  "Would you help me take my bra off?" 

	Chris was too caught up in the moment to ask questions.  Instinctively,
he reached around Rachel and undid her bra.  With a deft movement, Rachel had
taken off her top and bra so that her newly bared breasts hovered mere inches 
from Chris's face.  Tenatevly at first, Chris began to lick at her nipple, then
became more confident when Rachel moaned in response.  "Oh...yeah, *baby*...
suck my tits!"  It was rare when Rachel would actually speak during lovemaking.
More often than not, words just got in the way.  However, this was different.
Chris needed stimulation from all the senses, and Rachel was happy to oblige.
Her hands found Chris's button fly, and within seconds had pulled his throbbing
manliness out for her to conquer.  Making Chris lie down, Rachel looked over
Chris's cock and paused only for a moment to admire.  She wasn't good at 
estimating size, but figured that he had to be at least 7 inches long.  "I'm
gonna make you cum, Chris," she said huskily. "I'm gonna suck the cum right out
of you, and you won't be able to do a thing about it."  Chris could only whimperin response.  Running her tongue over his purpleish head, down his shaft and
down to his balls, Chris tensed, letting the ecstasy overcome him.  With 
practiced skill, Rachel took him into her mouth.  She worked him up, pushing
him higher and higher until she was sure that he would explode.   

	"Wait, please." Chris managed to squeak out.

	This surprised Rachel.  She was sure that Chris had lost complete
control.  Oh well, no big deal.  "Yes, love?"

	"Let me cum inside you.  I want this to be right."

	She had planned to wait for the second time around, but what the hell.
"Whatever you want, Chris.  I'm yours."  Eagerly, Rachel stripped off her skirt
and settled down on top of him.  She gasped as she impaled herself on his dick. 
She realized that she'd underestimated Chris's size as he had reached farther
that Rachel had ever felt before.  She ground into him, and with each stroke shebrought herself closer to orgasm.  Chris was breathing heavy, a twisted look of
pleasure on his face.

	"Ooohhh...It's almost there!" Chris grunted.

	"You can do it baby!  I want your hot cum!" Rachel yelled.

	This was too much for Chris, as he blossomed into orgasm, shooting his
virgin load deep into Rachel, who in turn was brought over the edge.  Chris fellin a heap onto the fouton, exausted.  Ironically, it was the most relaxed Rachelhad seen him.  (This may not be bad therapy for me, either,) Rachel thought as
she cleaned herself up and waited for Chris's strength to return. 

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