Scott sat in the reception area of the psychiatrist's office awaiting his fourth meeting with Dr. Miller. Scott had been going there to address his stress and anxiety issues. He had just turned eighteen and had graduated High School, awaiting college in the fall.

The door to Dr. Miller's office opened, and the previous patient was ushered out. After a short delay, the receptionist then called him in. Dr. Miller greeted him as he entered the room. He figured her to be in her early to mid-thirties, an attractive woman of around six-foot tall, with wavy blonde hair, and green eyes behind her thin-rimmed glasses. Her calm manner and thoughtful responses were very effective in calming him down but exciting him at the same time.

“It's nice to see you again Scott,” she said softly.

“Good to see you too, Dr. Miller,” Scott replied, trying not to stare too intently at her long legs, exposed below the above knee-length skirt.

“I think by now you can call me Megan,” she informed him.

She told him to take a seat on the therapist's couch in the middle of the room, as she sat in a leather chair across from him with a notebook and pen, and crossed her legs. The session started off similarly to his previous appointments; she asked how he had been feeling and if there was anything that happened that made him feel anxious or upset. After about ten minutes of back and forth and Megan taking a few notes, she placed the notepad on her lap and sat forward to address him more directly.

“Scott, you've been very open and honest with me so far, and I think we're really starting to get a good understanding of where you're at. But I'd like to delve into your sexual relationships, as I think that might be the source of some of your issues. Would you be comfortable with that?”

Scott felt a bit embarrassed at the thought of it. But he assured himself that she would be very patient, understanding, and non-judgmental about anything he had to say. He gave her some brief details of his sexual history, from receiving his first blowjob, to losing his virginity to the same girl the same year. But that had ended months ago.

“And what about more recently? Do you masturbate regularly when you don't have a partner?” she asked casually.

Scott felt the embarrassment again, but replied, “Yea, I guess so.”

“And how often is that?”

“Usually a couple of times a week,” he replied timidly.

“That's perfectly normal for a man your age. Do you have a preferred time, watch pornography or prefer to use your imagination?”

“Usually in the morning, then at night before I sleep. Sometimes I watch porn, but usually, just visualize images in my mind.”

He didn't want to confess that recently, those images had included picturing her naked.

He felt himself becoming aroused and, despite his efforts, soon developed a full-blown erection. Something he hoped that she would not notice. Then he saw her gaze was focused on his crotch. She placed the notepad on the table and leaned forward.

“I can see you are sexually frustrated right now. Don't feel bad, it's normal, and I take it as a compliment in a way."

“I guess I am. But I can handle it later.”

"True, but you shouldn't always have to,” she responded softly. "Would you like me to take care of that for you?”

“What do you mean?”

“Obviously, this is against all rules here, but I am willing to help relieve the tension if you want.”

Before he could reply, she approached him, knelt down beside the reclined couch, and placed a hand on his thigh.

“Show it to me?” she asked, sexily. “We have time left, so just relax.”

Scott took a deep breath and lifted his hips, then slid his shorts and boxers down to his knees. She gently took it in her hand, and began to stroke it very slowly up and down, then looked him in the eye.

“This is very nice, I'm impressed.”

For several minutes, her hand glided up and down the shaft, then she started to lick and kiss up and down the sides. Soon, she took it between her wet lips. The way her skillful tongue worked over his shaft, as she slowly took in more of his length, was far better than the three blowjobs he had received in his life, all from the same girl.

Megan's hand gently squeezed his balls as she continued to pleasure him orally. The pleasure was too much, and far too soon he felt the beginnings of an orgasm brewing inside him.

“Wait. Stop!” Scott said desperately.

Megan withdrew from him and looked him in the eye with a knowing smile.

“It's fine; don't hold back. You can cum in my mouth if you want.”

Megan went back down on him, sucking him a deeper this time, her head bobbing and down at a steady rhythm. She used her other hand to stroke the base of his shaft. Scott soon tensed up and exploded. The release was incredible, with spurt after spurt filling her mouth. She pulled away and used her hand to finish him off. He watched as it landed on his pubic hair. He twitched at the intensity of his orgasm and gasped in the aftermath.

She licked the rest of his release away and smiled at him.

“I usually don't cum so fast, but that was incredible. I don't know what to say!”

He knew that statement was not entirely true, but hoped she would believe it.

“No worries. That was quite the mouthful! I usually swallow it all, but just couldn't this time. But it was very tasty. Good timing, since we are out of time for today. I want you to keep a journal of your sexual activities, and think about what happened today. I think it goes without saying that what happens in these sessions is confidential and must stay strictly between us.”

“Trust me, I will be!" Scott replied.

On the way home, he wondered if that had been a one-time thing, or if she would offer it next time. He could only hope.