Love and Sex With My Psychologist

I was rather a kept away sheltered young woman. My parents were very strict even by Victorian standards. I could not go anywhere or even go shopping downtown without one of my parents. I studied hard so I could get a free scholarship to go to College. I graduated Magna Cum Laude and chose a college 70 miles away from my parents. What I hadn't expected was that I would be scared shitless. Although I did great in classes and had the highest grade point in my dorm, I felt on edge. I couldn't sleep. The food in the dorm tasted like crap and dorm rooms were so tiny.

Finally, my hall monitor suggested I see the on-campus counselor maybe he could help me. She said you'll really like him with a big grin. How could I like someone I didn't even know.

As usual, I went to my Psychology of Sex classes, Quantitative Methods class, and English Literature. So after lunch, I was to meet with George VanDenburg, a psychologist. I didn't expect him to be so good-looking. He was very handsome with dark hair, dark eyes, and a nicely trimmed full beard. I was all the more nervous. When he got very close his smile widened and we shook hands. Per routine, he asked questions about my parents, about my grades, about having any hallucinations or taking drugs. It was tiring but I complied. He looked at me and then looked down at his shoes for a second. He said, "I know who you remind me of. You remind me of Julie Newmar. Do you know who she is?"

Mystery Cat Unsplash"No, I said. Who is Julie Newmar?" We said our goodbyes making arrangements to see each other the following week. When I got back to the dorm Gloria was waiting to see me. "What did you think?" she asked. "It went okay," I said. "No that's not what I meant. What did you think of George?" She was following behind me and I felt embarrassed. "You're right he's really good-looking", I said. So many days went by until our next session, yet, he kept flashing in my mind during my studies and while I was having lunch. I just couldn't get him out of my mind. So it went on like this for the next 4 sessions.

Beatrice Perez UnsplashAt our 5th session, I really didn't have much to talk about mainly because I was on guard I didn't quite fit in, and still frightened of being on my own. I shouldn't have felt uneasy, but I did. George seemed a bit preoccupied and began to talk about himself.

He said that he was thinking of quitting being a Psychologist and going into Financial Planning. He said a head hunter sought him out and wanted him to lead his fortune 500 company. He went on to say that college students here didn't really need any therapy most were normal and he was getting bored with it all. I thought to myself, "Oh no, I won't be able to see him anymore." I was surprised to admit it.

"Did you have lunch, yet? he asked. "Yes, I just had it a couple of hours ago," I said. We were very close to each other and the sun from the window was too bright. My eyes kind of squinted. I told him that I would miss him, but wished him well in whatever plans he had. Our voices echoed in the small room and everyone was gone. You could hear a pin drop. He opened the door to peek out and we noticed no one was around. Oh, we forgot about the memorial day weekend coming up and so everyone was leaving early. Our campus was known as the suitcase campus because everyone usually left to go home or on a holiday on weekends.

So there we were in his little bright office. Standing there very close. I stepped back a foot. He stammered and said, "I'd like to see you, Lucy, but you are my client and I could lose my license." "I said, you would?" in a state of surprise. Then briefly, I remembered the age difference, but he didn't look older at all. He had perfect teeth and a nice built 6 ft. I was petite and 5' 3". Still, the young guys were slim, but George's torso was more built and, yet, he was trim.

Thinking fast. I said, well I just quit so I'm no longer your client and I thought you said you were quitting. At this point, there were no more words to be said. He leaned in a little, I leaned in more. The kiss was sensuous and soft. Both our lips were bulging slightly. The faint scent of mint and my "Sweet Honesty" perfume were enhancing the mood all the more. Again, a long kiss as if our mouths were one. I could feel his hardness, something that I never knew of. I felt electrified. We were breathing more deeply. I could feel his arm draw me closer and we stopped. We took a breath.

The soft breeze was bursting through the windows and the sun and clouds looked so pretty above the tree and bushes in front of the window. The black couch with a pretty floral pattern invites us to sit down. So we sat down trying to find the right words, but instead, we kissed. And, somehow before we knew it we were both naked. He looked like Adonis to me, even more, handsome than George Clooney. He was tanned, I was not.

I began getting nervous, but with his touch, I felt more relaxed. His strong hands caressed my breast put his lips on my hard, dark pink, nipples. And, my senses exploded. I was all into him. He went on to kiss me on my nape and my lips and I felt inexplicable sensations all through my body. I kissed his chest and kissed him down to his nethers. We could barely contain ourselves.

I was so wet that he slipped his penis in and thrust gently then harder. It was a tinge of pain at first, but it gave into extreme pleasure. A pleasure like this I had never known. He thrust back and forth stopping a bit at times, to give me the longest pleasure possible I guess, but something unexpected happened. He could hold it in no longer and exploded within me as we both came together. We stopped and couldn't move for a bit. Both of us were weak in the knees. We laughed quietly. All of a sudden we heard a vacuum in the hallway. The janitor was cleaning. We quickly freshened up in his bathroom.

Fear came back to my mind. What had I done? Oh my GOD! I didn't know if I should feel ashamed, or embarrassed, but then my heart told me I was in love.

So we ended up spending Summer break together and enjoyed outings at his cabin on the lake. We had such fun. Every night was an adventure in pleasure. Our friends on both sides were mad at us because we short-changed them on our time. We went to movies, ate at quaint restaurants, went to galleries and jazz concerts.

We had Thanksgiving at both our parent's houses. We even went to Church on Christmas Eve. Life was beautiful. Life was good. Somehow we were still into each other and no one else. There was always something fun and surprising coming our way. George's business affluence grew and he bought an architectural firm, although, he knew nothing about it. He had friends who were architects and they went to work for him. By Spring, George purchased a Marquise engagement ring and we were wed by July.

We bought a house by the lake. We had a 5-acre spread. There was the lake to the side of us and the woods in the back of the house. Life was really good. I could count my lucky stars. I loved being his wife. Just before Thanksgiving, I found out I was pregnant. We were so very happy. Well, if truth be told we weren't unhappy.

George's businesses began to grow. He had to travel to NYC to meet the Wall Street jungle crowd. This was a week after the Christmas holidays. Everything was icy and bone cold. It had been a week since George was still in NYC. He called twice daily as he was worried about how I was doing being 3 months away from my due date.

He was to arrive early Sunday and I had put the roast in the oven received a call around 3 PM. George said, "I should be home in an hour. It's snowy here, but I'm wearing the scarf you knitted for me so I'm warm." I said, "Come back soon, I and your favorite dinner will be waiting." I dozed off for half an hour and heard the phone ring. I shut the oven off on the way to the phone. This time it wasn't George. It was Mercy Hospital. George was in a crash. A car going the wrong way after it slid along the ice and headed at the Volvo right in front of it. George was in the Volvo. He was hit head-on at an impact of 70 miles per hour. They called to let me know they couldn't save him. My love was gone. I fell and hit my head on the kitchen table. I don't remember anything more. I miscarried and lost my baby, too.