Date: Wed, 25 May 2005 10:27:29 -0700 From: Jan ' Subject: Therapist Visit (lesbian / adult youth, g/FFF) Warning: This story is a work of fiction and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts between a girl and women. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read it. Author's Note: This story is the property of the author. It can be downloaded for personal reading pleasure or sending to a friend, but if you wish to re-post them at your own site, please contact the author for permission. Copyright 2005 Jan, All Rights Reserved. Please mail to janmay699@icqmail.com if you have suggestions for future stories. Therapist Visit By Jan Linda got out of her mother's car and checked the post-it note one more time before looking back up at the old looking red brick building for the number on her note. The building was new but built to look like an old New Orleans office building. The red brick structure was decorated with white storm shutters, white decorative iron work on the second floor balcony and the doors had white partials made to look like Greek Doric pillars supporting hand carved freezes on the lintel above the doors. She felt like the building was welcoming but she was apprehensive at the thought of talking to a stranger about herself. She looked over her shoulder as her mother pulled away from the curb. She saw the black painted numbers that matched the numbers on the note and approached the door. Just to the left of the door was a plaster casting shaped like an unrolled parchment with black letters on white that identified the office as that of "Helen Masters PhD". She looked in the French paned door to see what was inside but could not make out very much. When she opened the door it triggered a black bell suspended from a steel spring. The lobby was very fashionable looking. The thick carpet muffled the sound of her footsteps and she approached the business like counter and desk of the receptionist. The women looked like she was not much more than a teenager herself. She had a pleasant smile on her face as she looked up from a pile of papers on her desk. She was a slender woman with brown hair that had a soft look with casual waves framing a friendly face. Her eyes were large and very blue. Her nose had a slight bend to the right side of her face that hinted that it had been broken at some time. The lips were full but did not hide her brilliant teeth as she smiled. Linda liked her right away. "May I help you?" the woman asked. "I...I have an appointment to see Dr. Masters at 1:30." Linda said. The woman picked up her appointment book as she asked, "Name Please?" Linda whispered her name and the woman smiled pleasantly as she said, "She will be with you in just a few minutes. You may have a seat while you wait," Linda turned to her right and sat down in the comfortable chair under what looked like a real oil painting framed in a grape leaf frame finished in gold leaf. She sat there and looked at her surroundings. The walls were painted in warm colors and the painting on the opposite wall looked like the mate to the one behind her. They were both French impressionist works that were done in the turn of the century style of Monet. They were park settings and the paint was applied in dabs. They just presented a very pleasant and restful look at the people dressed for a Sunday outing in the park. She picked up a magazine from the table next to her chair and leafed through it without paying much attention to the content. At the appointed time there was a soft buzz and the women picked up a phone and talked softly. All Linda heard was, "She is here now." As the woman placed the receiver back in the cradle she said, "You may go in dear." Linda stood up and headed for the white triple paneled door. When she opened it she followed the hall to another door marked with the name Helen Masters PhD. She knocked softly and heard a voice say, "Enter" When she opened the door she saw that the office was spacious. There was a beautiful desk made of golden oak with a computer on it with a French paned widow behind it but the woman was in front of the desk. There were two high backed hairs in front of the desk with a little round table between them. Everything in the room was designed to make the visitor feel comfortable and at ease. The woman stepped forward and offered her hand to Linda. Linda took her hand and had the urge to say far too fast, "Good afternoon Doctor. My name is Linda Ferguson. My mother made the appointment for me to see you because she thinks there is something wrong with me." "Hello my dear. You don't need to call me doctor. My name is Helen. The title is just too pretentious for me." Helen said. Of course her comment is designed to put the girl at ease. If she gets the girls trust she will confide her true feeling to her. Dr. Helen Masters is a woman in her late thirties. She did her internship after earning her doctorate degree and has had her own lucrative practice for five years. She is a nice looking woman. Helen was the typical Mid-western girl who had moved to southern California because it was the place for a physiologist to make their fortune. She had never seen an ocean until she made the move. Now she could afford to have a fashionable office in west Los Angles and have a home on the beach. Her hair was naturally light blond but she paid very dearly to keep it sun streaked like a typical surfer girl. Nature had given her an average figure that she worked hard to keep trim. She played a lot of two-on-two beach volleyball. When she played she wore a sports bra so that her breasts don't flop around. Spending so much time on the beach gave her a nice tan but that requires a lot of care to keep from drying and aging beyond her years. Linda found the doctor to be very attractive. They sat half facing each other and started talking to each other. Helen did not talk to Linda in a confrontational manner at all. She wanted Linda to trust her enough to eventually get around to why her mother had decided that she needed psychological help. Of course Linda's mother had told her over the phone in hysterical terms what she had caught her daughter doing. But Helen was not shocked by the news and wanted Linda to tell her in her own terms what had driven her mother to make the appointment. Helen asked Linda to tell her about her life from the time she was a child and about her school career. Linda started off telling her what she remembered about her childhood. Then she told her about her early school years and the friends she had. But the session time ran out before she got to her current school year. Helen stopped her and told her that time was up. They would continue next time. Linda was disappointed that they had not finished. In fact that was what Helen wanted. That way Linda would go home feeling cheated because she had not finished talking. In time Linda would be willing to get right to the point in hopes that she would be able to defend her feelings of guilt forced on her by her mother. When she exited the building her mother was parked at the curb. Of course her mother wanted to know everything. Linda answered her shortly. All she asked me was about growing up. Her mother was disappointed thinking that the doctor would support her belief that her daughter was sick. The next time she visited the doctor she picked up her life where she had left off. She talked about her friends and her relatives. She told about which teachers she liked and did not like. At this point she had not said anything about why her mother felt it was necessary to take her daughter to a psychologist. With each visit she was encouraged to talk about what had happened at school and at home during the past week. Linda's mother got tired trying to find out what had been said. She was beginning to think that it was a waist of money because the doctor had not even brought up her daughters perversions. She had spent her life raising her daughter to be a good Christian, in her eyes, but she had caught her masturbating several times over the years. The last thing that had happened was catching her kneeling between the legs of her seated friend sucking her pussy. No girl in her right mind would do such a degrading thing and call herself a Christian. She even called the doctor to complain about the lack of progress in the treatment of her daughter. Helen assured her that it would take time to find out the deep-seated cause of her daughters desires. When Linda was completely convinced that her doctor was her friend and that she was not telling her mother everything she said in their sessions, she started talking about things she would never tell anyone. When she told her about liking to play with her pussy she waited to see what the doctor would say. Helen made no judgment about her actions. She even assured her that it was normal for young girls to explore their body and feelings. In time she told her about getting her best friend to let her suck her pussy and getting her to suck hers. When she was assured that she was not any different than any other girl her age she felt better. Helen felt herself being attached to the girl. She found it hard to keep herself properly detached. She felt that Linda's mother had over reacted it was only her prodigious religious beliefs that prevented her from seeing that her daughters sexual exploration as nothing more than youthful desire to learn her place. She had a strong feeling that there was more need in the mother for counseling than there was in her daughter. Helen was curious to discover why Linda had first started playing with herself. Linda didn't seem to remember what first had peaked her curiosity. In time she wondered if drug therapy or hypnoses would allow any repressed memories to surface. Helen would of course need to get the mother's approval to try either treatment. She had to do a lot of talking to convince Linda's mother that what ever had sparked her interest in sex so young would require finding out what was in her deep-seated memories. It took some doing but the mother finally agreed to allow her to use drugs to delve into her forgotten past. lin_fer23@msn.com The fist time she injected Pentothal Linda resisted but did tell her about someone (she could not remember who it was) rubbing her little pussy with their finger. All she could remember was that the finger had red polish on it. That gave Helen a lot to think about. Linda had been molested by a female. That much was for sure. She didn't know how old she was at the time or who it had been. She could not even admit who she thought it had been. With each visit she learned a little more. Apparently who ever had been masturbating her had been doing it for a long time. It had developed into a natural reflex on Linda's part to masturbate herself when she wanted comfort. She had been doing it for years even before her mother first caught her. Her mother began surprising her in attempts to catch her playing with herself. When she caught her the mother punished her and read chapter and verse from the bible that condemned homosexuality. Punishment went from verbal abuse to bare bottom spankings. Nothing seemed to persuade her from continuing to masturbate daily and sometimes several times a day. In time Linda found that she looked at other girls as sexual objects and found boys repulsive. Her mother had divorced her father shortly after her birth and he never came around. She even heard from relatives that her had remarried and had other children that she had never met. It was natural that a girl she had gone to school with from pre-school to the present had been her best friend and they told each other everything. She told her friend about her desire to masturbate all of the time. The friend admitted to doing the same thing and even doing it with other girls. By the time they were in the second grade they were masturbating each other regally. The girl told her about sucking pussy and they started doing that whenever they were alone. Linda was childishly stupid to do it with her friend at her home because her mother snooped on her all of the time. She should have known that her mother would find them in her bedroom quick enough. Helen was beginning to understand Linda very well. She figured out that Linda had wanted to be caught by her mother even if she did not know it. But what had started her on this course. Eventually during one of her sessions Linda started talking about something in her past. It was when she woke up in her bed. It was a youth bed for a small girl. She had wet her bed and it woke her up. She remembered walking on the cool wooden floor to her mother's bedroom. The door was locked and her mother's voce told her to go back to bed. She was upset but didn't argue the point but rather than going back to bed she entered the master bathroom from the hall. She checked the bedroom door and found it unlocked. When she opened the door she could not believe what she saw. It was her mother in bed with another woman. They were cuddling and kissing each other. She watched her mother doing things to this woman. When she started crying her mother saw her. She grabbed a robe and wrapped it around her body and she picked Linda up in her arms and carried her back to her bedroom. Her mother changed her nightgown and changed the sheets on the bed before sitting down with her. She held her on her lap and comforted her as she stroked her body. When her mother lifted her nightgown and stoked her between her legs she felt better. From that time on she would seek out her mother and request her to rub her like before going to sleep. Now everything fell into place for Helen. It was her mother that had introduced Linda to masturbation and a desire for lesbian sex. But why had her mother rejected her own sexual desire? Linda was also beginning to understand what had turned her into a horny lesbian. She began to keep a close watch on her mother too. Her mother spent a lot of time with one woman from their Methodist Church. They studied the bible together a lot. Linda had never cared for this woman but she could not put her finger on why she had such a strong dislike for her. One night when her mother and this woman were staying up late studying Linda went to bed on her own. But she could not go to sleep. She lay there and masturbated with her hand under the blankets because she fully expected her mother to try and catch her masturbating. She even masturbated a couple of times but the door did not open. Finally he got up and headed for the master bathroom and opened the connecting door as she had as a child. There on the bed was the woman with her legs bent and extolling her sinner to suck her clit. Then it hit Linda like a bolt of lighting that this was the same woman she had seen her mother making love to so many years ago. She backed out of the doorway before she was seen this time. When she told Helen all about it the next time she saw her Helen was the picture of understanding. She didn't condemn her mother for her actions. She told Linda that her mother had some deep seated problems that prevented her from admitting to herself that she was a lesbian. Linda asked, "If she is a lesbian why does she punish me so much when she catches me? Why did she bring me to you?" Helen thought for a moment. "I suspect that your mother feels guilty for her own desires that she can not control and wanted to be caught too. She is crying for help too?" Linda thought about that for a moment. While she was thinking Helen stood up and walked around behind the high backed chair and reached over the back of the chair and cupped both of the girl's little budding breasts. There was no bra and she could feel the little fleshy lumps with their hard little nipples. Linda looked up over her shoulder at Helen as she bent over one side of the chair and kissed Linda on the mouth. She was shocked to have this mature woman kissing her at first. When she accepted the kiss she relaxed and enjoyed the warmth of the woman's mouth. At first the breath had a strong smell of coffee that did not smell good to her but she forgot about the smell as the tongue duel with hers. Her breath came in short gasps as the woman stimulated her nipples. She would have done anything asked of her but it was not necessary because Helen wanted to do everything. She came around the chair and knelt in front of the girl. Helen placed her hands on Linda's knees. Her feet did not quite reach the floor. She did not resist Helen when she parted her legs so that she could reach under her skirt. She found the waistband of her panties and pulled them down. Linda didn't weigh more than 90 pounds and she was able to pull the panties under her butt. She pulled them off of her feet one at a time. When she had the girl's panties off, she could not resist smelling the crotch before tossing them aside. Linda felt a tingle in her pussy watching the woman smelling her panties. She felt a little embarrassed because had been wiring them all day. The legs had a little yellow scum from her dead skin and sweat. The seat had a couple of hash marks here she had been to the bathroom and not wiped all that good. She wondered if she has some pee stains too. Helen placed Linda's legs over her shoulders and moved in close enough to feel the heat of Linda's pussy and smell her young cunt as well. Linda thought she would pass out from the excitement of having this adult woman kissing her down there. She had fantasies about having sex with Helen but never believed that the doctor would have the same feelings for her. She scooted her butt closer to the edge of the chair and grabbed two hands full of blond hair. It was a frantic few minutes as the woman used her tongue and mouth to bring the girl to a climax and Linda rode the face for everything she was worth to get off as quick as she could. When her orgasm did arrive she almost kicked the end table over. Her young cunt twitched and pulsed as wave after wave of intense pleasure shot through her body. Once she had recovered she wanted to return the favor but Helen told her that time was up. She had to retrieve her panties. When she untangled them she checked out the crotch before putting them back on. She felt like she could have died of embarrassment when she saw that there was a pee stain in them, as if the hash marks were not bad enough. She felt a rush of blood to her cheeks as she passed the receptionist. She felt like the woman could tell that she had just cum in the mouth of the doctor. That night she had a new understanding about her mother. Her mother had not hated her when she spanked her so hard. Her mother either didn't want her to become a lesbian like her or she was fighting back a desire to seduce her. That red fingernail that had played with her pussy had been her own mother's. Linda had no idea that Helen's office had called her mother and made and requested that she come in for a visit while Linda was at school. Her mother was nervous about being called in to talk to the doctor. She felt like the doctor had discovered her secret. For that reason she was really reluctant to go into Helen's office when the receptionist told her that the doctor was waiting. She had been so confrontational before. This time she was like a child that had been caught cheating on a test exam at school. Helen told her to have seat and sat down facing her. She saw Linda's mother's hands shaking and could not resist reach out and taking her hands into hers. "I have found out a lot about your daughter and let me tell you that your daughter is not sick." Helen said. "But she won't stop playing with herself and I caught her sucking her girlfriend's pussy." Mom said. "Why do you find that so disturbing?" Helen said. "The bible says it is wrong." Mom said. "The bible says it is required to stone anyone for working on the Sabbath. Pigs are unclean animals so the faithful can not eat the meat of a pigs or fish without scales. You can sell your daughter into slavery. Given all of that can I buy Linda as my slave?" Helen asked. That took the woman back a moment. Then Helen asked her if she knew that Linda had seen her in bed with her woman friend not only when she was a very young child but just a few days ago. Mom was visibility shaken. She did not confirm if it was true or deny it either. Helen told her that her denial of her own sexuality had affected Linda too. That is why she masturbates so frequently. I'm sure that you taught her how to do it in the first place. That hit Linda's mother like a slap in the face. She started crying like a baby. Helen let her cry herself out before comforting her. The woman stood up and when Helen stood up she hugged her and cried even more. Helen hugged her and said, "Why don't you bring Linda to my beach house this weekend. In fact bring your church friend too." Linda's mom was shocked that she even knew who her lover was. Helen wrote down her address on the back of her business card and handed it to Linda's mother. Linda's mother was apprehensive about picking up her religious friend and taking her along with Linda to a Malibu beach home of her daughter's theorist. Linda was forced to sit in the back seat of the car. She was a little sullen but she was thrilled that she was going to see Helen. When they pulled off of the Coast Highway and entered a gaited road they found themselves on a low bluff that was only fifty or sixty feet above the beach. There were a few homes along the bluff. They found the right address and pulled into the driveway. Helen heard the car enter the driveway and came out to great them. She was dressed in sandals, the bottom half of a very colorful bikini and a black sports bra. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and held in place with a colorful scrunchy. Helen invited them into the house and gave them a quick tour of her home. She did have a nice collection of paintings. When she was finished she invited them to accompany her down to the beach. They followed her down the wooden steps to the cove. She told them that during the twenties when Prohibition was in effect smuggles use to use the cove to smuggle alcohol into the area. The cove was not large and there were not a lot of people on the beach. There was a volleyball net set up in the sand. There were a few women playing volleyball and gave Helen a greeting as she approached with her guests. After introductions were made, Helen offered them something to drink. She opened a cooler and gave Linda a soft drink and asked the other two adult women if they would like a wine cooler. They both accepted the drinks and unscrewed the caps and tasted the fruity drinks. They had a good time playing in the water and joining in on the volleyball game. The locals were far too good for them. As the sun started setting in the west the sky took on a beautiful reddish-orange glow. The south facing beach caused the bluff to cast long shadows across the beach. The air was still warm and comfortable on the beach. One of the women started a fire in a gas pit and they gathered around to cook a light meal. It was a Mexican meal. Of course Linda wanted a hot dog. Everyone had been drinking and was feeling pretty good. After the meal the other beach goes filtered back up the bluff to their homes leaving the four of them on the beach. Helen casually pulled her sports bra over her head and tossed it aside and rubbed her breasts where the tight spandex had left red marks under her tits. Linda was as shocked as her mother and her friend at the casual way Helen exposed herself. Linda wanted to join in the action but was reluctant to do so with her mother there. Her mother's friend jokingly crossed herself and pulled her own top off to show them her ample breasts. Linda's mother was at a loss about what to do. Helen came up in front of her and pulled her to her body and kissed her on the mouth. She recoiled as she looked in Linda's direction. Linda approached Helen and passed behind her and stuffed her hands down the front of her bikini. Her mother gave up and let Helen pull her swimsuit off. Helen led them to a blanket and pulled Linda's mother down next to her. She started sucking on her breasts as Linda when down and started sucking on her pussy. The daisy chain that ensued only ended after every woman had sucked all of the pussies and the weather had cooled off enough to force them all to retreat up the hill to the comfort of a warm house. Never again would Linda be jealous of another woman doing to her mother what she wanted to do. Linda became a good enough volleyball player to make the UCLA volleyball team her freshman year. 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