She had been seeing the therapist that Brian made her go to for several months, but with very little results. The fact of the matter was she didn’t want to be at Brian’s. She knew that what she really did want, she couldn’t have, but that didn’t matter. She wanted to be in her old house where she lived with her mother and father. It was just sitting there on the other side of town with all of her parent’s things in it not being used. She couldn’t stand the thought of all of their things sitting there with layers of dust on them.
Things were starting to be different now though. Since she moved in with Brian, she had started to heal and was beginning to move on and not be so mad all the time. After all, it wasn’t Brian’s fault and all he’s done is try to help. Beyond even that though, he had been really good to her and as patient as any man could be expected. She didn’t see him as someone to be hated anymore, but she still didn’t see him as a father figure either. Yes, he was her godfather, but he didn’t treat her like a father treats a daughter. He treated her like an equal. The only things he ever really made her do are go to therapy, go to school, and call him to let him know where she was going to be and when she would be home. All of those things; though she didn’t know it at the time; were things she really needed. Yes, Brian had been very good to her and very much more patient than most people. Still not like a father though. She wasn’t sure why or when, but at some point, she had fallen in love with him.
If having the emotional attachment to Brian wasn’t bad enough, the physical attraction was just down, right wrong. In the past few weeks, as she began to let go of her anger, she has been having fantasies about him. In the mornings, after she hears his alarm go off, she’ll sneak into his room and watch him through a crack in the bathroom door as he showers and gets ready for the day. She loved to watch the water run across his back and then flow down his body. Though most of the time he would have his back turned to her, he would turn and face her as he washed his face and hair.
Brian is tall (about 6’1”). He’s not muscular, but that doesn’t matter to Kathleen. She is more attracted to the tall skinny guys anyway, and at only 155 lb’s, Brian is most definitely that. He has light complexion skin, dark brown eyes, and a thick head of light brown hair and keeps a small beard that he keeps well trimmed. There is a small triangle of thin hair in the center of his chest and light hair on his arms and legs, but he keeps the rest of his body shaved clean. Though most people would look at Brian and find him a bit gangly looking, to Kathleen, he is the model of what a man should look like.
Sitting in her therapist’s office, Kathleen was recounting all of the past week’s emotional outbursts as she always did to start out her appointments with him. Dr. Thomas Arnold just sat in his chair only half listening to what she was saying. It didn’t really matter anyway. Kathleen had come a long way from when she first started seeing him, and the outbursts were becoming less and less. In fact, most of the time, her more recent outbursts were nothing more than what could be expected out of any normal teenage girl. He had been thinking about telling her godfather that she need not even see him anymore.
Now though, Thomas was finding it more and more difficult to even see Kathleen. His attention span with her had begun to dwindle to the point that during many of her appointments, he hadn’t even taken any notes at all. It was hard to concentrate on what she was saying when she came in dressed the way she had been lately. He had always found her to be an attractive young woman, but now, she was downright sexy and he found himself hiding a massive erection every time she came in. Some days, he would even begin to pace behind her as she sat on the couch so that he could take peeking glances down the front of her shirt.
“…but the biggest problem is all the time I spend in my room masturbating while I think about him fucking me,” Kathleen said, and Thomas, just realizing what she was saying, came quickly to his senses.
She had said Brian’s name. She was talking about her godfather.
“Kathleen,” Thomas interrupted, “has Brian touched you in any way or done anything to make you feel uncomfortable?”
“OH NO!” she exclaimed. “He hasn’t done anything but be a good friend to me. He’s so patient and doesn’t even know that I think of him that way. I don’t know how it happened, but I just started to fall in love with him, but I didn’t try to. I know it’s wrong of me. I just can’t help it and I’ve been getting really turned on by him lately. It’s like I can’t keep my hands off of myself. I start thinking about him or if I smell something of his, my pussy gets all wet and I just have to find a privet place so I can touch myself. I pull the front of my skirt up and reach my hand in my panties. The moisture is all ready there and all I have to do is slide my finger inside my little slit, find my magical spot and rub myself until I find that release.”
As she continued to tell her story, Thomas began to lean forward in his seat, paying more attention to her than he had in a long time. When she began to describe the feelings that she would experience as she thought about her godfather and the feelings that her fingers would provide to her clitoris, her body began to wiggle and writhe on the couch. She slid down in her seat and her short skirt rode up, exposing the soaked crotch of her panties.
“It’s like I can feel him touching me,” she said. “His body against mine. His hands on my breasts and body, exploring me. When I let myself go, I sometimes feel as if he were inside of me.”
As she continued to talk, Kathleen closed her eyes and slid one of her hands down the front of her panties as the other worked at freeing her breasts from her shirt and bra. Thomas’s already hard cock began to throb uncontrollably. When she had finally worked her tit’s free and he had his first look at them, his mouth began to water as he thought about what it would be like to take one of those magnificent globes in his mouth and bite down on it, sucking the nipple until it was swollen and engorged. The thin patch of material that was already making a bad attempt at covering her young virgin pussy was now falling to one side under the pressure of Kathleen’s finger assault to her clitoris. Thomas could see the juices as they built up and then rolled down her slit and thigh. He knew that he should stop this. He knew that this went against all his years of training and yet he felt frozen. Unable to move or speak due to the power that this young girl had over him and he imagined other men as well.
Kathleen continued on and on telling her stories about all the sensations that thinking about Brian would cause her as she rubbed herself on Thomas’s couch in front of him. Her breathing became heavier and she became more and more forceful with her assault. Thomas knew that she had no intention to stop until she had her release. It was too late for that now. She was lost in her fantasies and desire. Thomas couldn’t take it anymore. He undid his pants and taking out his cock, began to stroke it fast and hard. He moved to his knees in the floor in front of her, watching, lusting, and trying not to cross that final line. Kathleen began to call out Brian’s name loudly and Thomas pretended it was his name that she was saying. As she approached orgasm, she became increasingly vocal and Thomas wasn’t sure he could take much more. He could feel the tension building in him. It was more intense than anything his wife had done for him since before they had the kids. Suddenly, Kathleen called out loudly and Thomas knew that she was in the grip of orgasm. It was more than he could handle and he stood in front of her as his whole body began to push outward it seemed, and expel his cum on her face. Feeling the first large load of spunk hitting her on her cheek, Kathleen opened her mouth wide to accept what he may have left to offer her.
Thomas shot several more loads into Kathleen’s mouth and on her face. His spunk poured off of her chin onto her breasts. Kathleen was wiping it up and shoving it into her mouth as quickly as she could when she suddenly realized what was happening and came to her senses. What am I doing? She thought to herself. This is my therapist. It’s wrong. Isn’t it? The fact of the matter was, she didn’t feel like it was wrong. She felt wonderful. Her body felt wonderful and knowing that she was able to give pleasure to Dr. Arnold made her feel wonderful on the inside. How can it be wrong to bring pleasure to someone? Isn’t that a good thing? Then and there, Kathleen decided that she was going to make it her goal to make her dreams come true about Brian. She knew that one day, she would make herself his, and that she would be prepared to make sure that when the day came, she would be able to give him a night he wouldn’t soon forget. Dr. Arnold would see to that.
Thomas was now leaning over Kathleen with his hand resting on the back of the couch completely spent. What have I done? He thought to himself. This is my patient. A 17 year old girl that comes to me for help dealing with the loss of her parents and I just took advantage of her.
