Her primary job was to screen applicants on their first visit, as she had with me.Her primary job was to screen applicants on their first visit, as she had with me. She qualified that, adding that only applicants for one of the sexually related services required screening. In most cases, that single meeting was the only contact she'd have with the client; but her duties were flexible enough to allow more direct participation in the therapy if she wished. She seldom did, however, for most applicants fell into a category she described simply as "undesirable." She turned toward me and her eyes peered into my soul. Once in a great while, she said, she saw someone across her desk that she felt compelled to become involved with. I didn't notice her other hand moving because I was deep in her eyes, but the soft touch on my cheek made me lean toward her. When I kissed her mouth, time seemed to stand still -- but my mind did not! I was kissing another woman on the mouth and my breast burned where it pressed against hers. I wondered fleetingly if I were a lesbian, and realized that I didn't care! I only wanted to be with Carol McGee. I remember clearly her hand moving down to my breast, her tongue slipping between my lips, the taste of her sweetness. But I remember only vaguely her saying something about the bed, and it seemed so natural that we should go there. We stood and she held my hand gently as she led me across the short distance to the bed. Carol turned me around and eased me back onto the bed, following me there as I scooted into the center. She fit so nicely between my thighs as I felt her weight bear down on me. Her mouth covered my own once again and our breasts nestled comfortably together. She pressed her soft mound against my crotch; I lifted my knees and rested my calves across her hips as if she were a man. Then I opened my eyes for a moment and saw us in the giant mirror on the ceiling! The scene was so erotic that I cannot describe my feelings. There was Carol's beautiful back. My arms wrapped tightly around her and my legs clutched at her hips; I closed my eyes once again in an attempt to record the image in my memory. |