The Therapist [Part 8]

I had a very quiet two weeks between therapy appointments.

I followed Lexie's advice, and didn't contact Becca. It was harder than I expected initially, but every time I thought about reaching out to her, I also thought about our last conversation. And that firmed up my resolve. Obviously, I had some stuff to figure out.

I also followed Lexie's advice and jerked off when I felt like it, without worrying about how long I'd last.

As it turned out, that wasn't very long.

Everything that had been happening was just so...hot. The moment I sat down to jack off, one of the many scenes over the past few weeks played through my mind. The blowjob from Lexie. Becca and I having sex while she talked about Stacy. All the appointments with Stacy.

And thinking about any of that, well -- it didn't take me long to finish. Every time.

I felt a little guilty, like I ought to be doing what Stacy suggested for homework, trying to last longer. But despite what I had called Lexie, she had given some good advice. Stacy had referred me to her. So I tried to trust the process.

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As a result, I showed up to the next appointment still down on myself, but reasonably calm. I knocked on Lexie's usual door and then went inside.

And froze.

"Hi, Phil," Lexie greeted me. She was in her usual spot behind her desk, a similar outfit to last week's -- heels, short black skirt, blazer. A blue t-shirt underneath it, this time.

But to the side of the room - sitting in a chair against the wall -- was Stacy.

She was -- uncharacteristically -- not wearing her business attire. Bright red leggings clung to her hips and thighs. Her long blonde hair flowed down over a white workout crop top. Red lipstick precisely matched the leggings. She was seated, relaxed, eyes downcast. She didn't even look up as Lexie spoke.

I hadn't seen her in weeks, and I stared for a long moment. I couldn't help it; the leggings and crop top showed off her figure in a way that her usual businesslike attire just didn't. I had been fantasizing about her plenty, but I had absolutely forgotten how hot she was in person. Her wearing this outfit was captivating. I couldn't look anywhere else.

I tried to gather myself. "H-hey, Stacy...Lexie...why..."

Lexie cut in, grinning. "You'll have to excuse her casual attire; Stacy's not seeing any clients today. She just came in to help with a little, well, exercise I've been thinking about trying, to explore a slightly different angle on your situation. We'll get to that in a minute. Right now, I don't want you to address her at all. Just pretend like she's not here. Fill me in on how the last couple of weeks have gone."

I glanced uncertainly between her and Stacy, but Stacy didn't say anything or react to me at all. So I just did my best to do as Lexie had asked. And there wasn't much to tell, anyway. I hadn't been in touch with Becca.

"And have you been jerking off?" Lexie was matter-of-fact in asking the question. I blushed and nodded.

"Have you been lasting a while? Or..." Lexie trailed off as as I shook my head, shamefaced. "...How long has it been taking, then?"

"Um, about the same as it always has," I mumbled the words out, reddening further. "Like...a minute...maybe two..."

Somehow -- even though I had had similar conversations with Stacy -- having this matter-of-fact discussion with someone else in front of her was deeply embarrassing. I kept glancing her way, trying to see how she was reacting. But she seemed to be ignoring me entirely -- eyes forward, slightly downcast, as if Lexie and I weren't even there.

Lexie just smiled slightly, like she had expected this. "I figured as much. I mean, I told you not to worry about it, so I'm glad you didn't. Now...I want to bring you back to something I saw in Stacy's notes, from your very first session."

Lexie stayed behind the desk, for a change. "When you first came in, you said you wanted to last longer, right? That you wanted to..." She glanced down at the notepad in front of her on the desk. "...Last long enough for Becca to cum a few times from penetration. Is that right?"

I nodded uncertainly. I was still looking at Stacy...who was still ignoring me.

Lexie snapped her fingers. "Focus on me, Phil. We'll get to Stacy in a minute."

I pulled my gaze away, back to Lexie, who looked amused, now.

"That is a really powerful motivator. Wanting to make your partner orgasm, I mean. So, with that in mind, we're going to see how you do when that's an option on the table...if you last long enough." She pulled out a container of lube and slid it across the desk to me. I took it, uncertainly.

Then she slid one over to Stacy.

"You'd like to see Stacy cum, wouldn't you?" Lexie's voice was soft. Stacy picked up the container of lube.

My mouth was dry and I swallowed hard. I just nodded again.

"Okay. Well, if you start masturbating, she will too. And all you have to do if you want to see her cum is last long enough before you cum."

Well, I had been getting hard anyway. And I didn't need any more motivation than the idea of seeing Stacy have an orgasm. I started unbuckling my pants.

"She's probably really fucking hot when she cums." Lexie's voice was barely a whisper.

I didn't respond. I was watching Stacy, who let out a little, wanton sigh, and started running her hands over her body, tracing lightly up her thighs, across her midriff, caressing her breasts.

Then she pulled her crop top off.

I stared, openmouthed. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath. Her naked breasts were perfect. Flawless pale skin, soft, full tits, nipples hardening a little. She ran her hands over them and shivered slightly, and then moved to strip off her leggings.

The rush of blood to my cock was immediate as I watched Stacy strip. I poured some lube on my hand and started stroking myself.

"I told her she couldn't talk to you," Lexie said, softly, amused. "I figured you probably couldn't handle it. But maybe if you're just watching..."

I barely heard her. Stacy struggled out of her leggings, and inched forward on the chair. She spread her long, lean thighs apart. She was shaved almost bare, just a hint of blonde stubble. She traced her fingers lightly over herself and let out another little sigh, and then took some lube and started working herself more earnestly with both hands -- the fingers of one hand tracing her clit, while she positioned her other hand slightly lower, and began to grind against the heel of her palm rhythmically.

I could see the muscles in her core flexing in time with the movements of her hand. Her body was incredible -- full tits, a flat stomach, thighs splayed open as she rocked against her hand.

Fuck. Stacy's naked body, moving as she worked her pussy, was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen. I was pumping my cock quickly. I had thought about how she'd look in the throes of passion so many times. Seeing it was infinitely better. The attractive flush to her cheeks. And the way she moved. It was obvious she'd be incredible in bed. I let out a little moan as she brought one hand up, squeezing a full breast, before sliding it back down between her thighs.

"Phil, focus," Lexie's voice cut in. "I know Stacy's hot. But if you want to see her cum, you have to last."

If I'm being honest, I had forgotten she was there. Forgotten what we were doing. But her words had the intended effect. I realized I was breathing shallowly. I had been getting close.

And I did want to see Stacy cum. So fucking badly. I pumped my cock more slowly, trying to get control of myself.

That worked for a little while. Then, with a wanton moan, Stacy stopped grinding, and slid two fingers inside herself.

The sound of that moan, the sight of her penetrating herself, went straight to my cock. She started fucking herself slowly, at first, but rapidly picked up speed. She obviously liked it both hard and fast. Before too long, her fingers were pistoning in and out of her, and she was moaning, working herself towards an orgasm.

"Phil, c'mon, you're not even trying." Lexie's chiding voice broke through the haze of arousal again. I glanced down, realizing my cock was leaking precum everywhere, throbbing. I had picked up the pace again without meaning to. It just felt so fucking good, and Stacy was just so fucking hot. I was getting close again.

I didn't know how long it would take Stacy to cum. I needed to pace myself. Reluctantly -- wanting nothing more than to stroke faster, I nodded and slowed down again.

And then Stacy bit her lip and looked over at me. It was the first time she'd made eye contact with me at all since I had walked into the room. Her face was flushed

She didn't say anything, but she had a knowing expression in her eyes. Her parted lips curved up into a teasing, secret little smile.

Stacy knew I was struggling to control myself. She liked that I was struggling. The expression on her face, that realization alone, was almost enough to make me cum. With a sharp intake of breath, I pulled my hand off my cock, closed my eyes, and wrestled with my arousal.

"Phil, you have to keep stroking; you aren't supposed to take breaks. Just take it slow and take some deep breaths..." Lexie sounded disappointed, doubtful, like my performance wasn't what she was expecting. I flushed, embarrassed, and started pumping myself slowly again. The deep breaths seemed to help at least.

I opened my eyes to see that Stacy had redoubled her efforts to get herself off. She was fucking herself with her fingers and two fingers were circling her clit rapidly, now. As I watched, she groaned, "F-fuck..." and picked up the pace.

Stacy was obviously getting close, and watching her, even the slow pace of stroking was starting to bring me close to orgasm. I fought with myself, trying to keep pumping my cock without cumming.

"Jeez. Just...keep a steady pace and, you know...think about baseball or something, Phil. You want to see her cum, right? All you have to do is stroke slowly and last. It's simple." Lexie sounded full-on frustrated, now.

"I-I'm trying," I muttered at Lexie, not looking at her. I couldn't tear my eyes off Stacy. I desperately wanted to see her cum. After not seeing her for weeks, she was even hotter than I remembered, and I had never seen her like this-- naked, moaning, practically writhing as she fucked herself towards an orgasm. She was impossibly hot.

"I mean, you look like you're going to cum any second now, Phil," Lexie chided me, annoyance still in her voice. "If you were fucking her, there's no way you could last until she came."

I didn't get the sense that Lexie was teasing me -- more that she was genuinely irritated that I couldn't seem to handle this. I looked over at her. "I said I'm trying," I repeated, feeling both helplessly aroused and embarrassed. "I want to, it's just-"

I cut off and my eyes whipped back towards Stacy as she let out a louder moan. "I'm...I'm getting close..."

Her eyes, full of arousal, flicked towards me, looked me up and down, taking in what was happening. I saw her take in my hand, which was still slowly pumping my cock. My twitching, throbbing length.

How close I obviously was.

Her eyes -- still amused -- met mine. She gave me an assessing look. And then she winked.

Fuck, she was hot. I tried not to cum, feeling a sense of helplessness. But I was so turned on, and with Stacy watching me, about to cum herself, it was so hard to keep in control.

"Not yet, Phil...you...ah...have to last...so I can..." Stacy moaned, and cut off, focusing on working herself vigorously.

"Shh! No talking. God." Lexie rolled her eyes. "We already know Phil cums embarrassingly fast for you if you tease him, Stacy. We don't need to test that. What we need to see is..." she trailed off as she watched me, closely.

I made a strangled whimper as I fought to stave off the orgasm. But the sounds Stacy was making, the way she moved...the way she had said not yet...even Lexie's matter-of-fact declaration that I came embarrassingly fast. The whole situation was hot, overwhelming. Too much.

I wasn't going to get to see Stacy cum.

"I...I can't--" I could hear the desperation in my own voice, the words almost a whimper. And could feel the orgasm cresting over my resistance like a tidal wave.

"Phil, not yet," Lexie said, aghast.

But it was too late. I groaned, and a final, slow stroke brought me over the edge. I couldn't help it. Moaning, still stroking, I sprayed a load onto the floor in front of me, staring at Stacy's body.

Stacy let out a long, frustrated moan, but stopped, panting.

I watched, dazed, as she slowly gathered herself, dressed.

Lexie just pinched the bridge of her nose with a sigh. "Well, that didn't work, I guess. You weren't supposed to talk to him, Stace. You know that."

Stacy just shrugged, obviously unbothered as she caught her breath, her face attractively flushed. "Sorry. And I didn't, much. Anyway, it was a good idea, Lexie. Clever approach. He lasted longer than I would've expected. Just not that much longer."

Lexie turned to look at me, a glare on her face. "Yeah...I feel like you weren't even trying! Do you even want to fix this problem?"

I held up my hands. "W-whoa...you're the therapist here, I was doing what you said! I-I was trying, I just..." I shrugged, defensively and helplessly.

I glanced at Stacy. She made eye contact with me. I don't know what the expression was on my face -- embarrassment? Infatuation? Lust? -- but she just laughed. A sympathetic laugh, but a suggestive one. I reddened.

Then she stood up, glanced back at Lexie. "Like I said, it was a good idea. But you've had a few weeks and we have to face the facts: this was your third appointment with him and it doesn't look like you've made much progress, Lexie. He's maybe even backsliding a bit. So I'm going to start seeing my patient again. Phil and I clearly have a lot to talk about."

Lexie looked disappointed. "But..."

Stacy just waved away her objection. She moved toward the door. "I'll see you in two weeks at the usual time, Phil. You can come up to my office." She gave me a small smile. "And your homework...is to hang out with a friend or two. No just stewing at home in your misery over the breakup with Becca. I'll see you then."

"I...uh...okay..." I watched her leave -- my eyes locked on the way her ass moved in those leggings -- then glanced back at Lexie.

Lexie was silent a moment. When she spoke, there was defeat in her voice. "Anything you want to talk about before you're back to seeing Stacy for appointments?"

"Um...yeah, actually." I gathered my thoughts. "You and Stacy planned this together?"

Lexie nodded. "Well...I planned it. But Stacy went along with it, yeah. We thought maybe some special motivation would help you last longer. But..." she shrugged.

I processed that, blinking. "I, um...sorry I didn't, you know..." I shrugged helplessly. "I was trying. Really."

Lexie sighed. "I know you were. I'm sorry I said that. I was frustrated. I get a bit...competitive, with Stacy. It's a nice ego boost when I help someone address a problem that she couldn't. And I thought this would help you for sure."

I nodded, and stood to go. "Well, for what it's worth, I...I really appreciated your, uh, help, Lexie..." I trailed off. My face heated as I thought about the blowjob she'd given me. How I'd fucked her.

Or...tried to, anyway.

She giggled. "My help, huh?"

I tried to recover. "I...I really mean it. That conversation with Becca didn't go the way I had hoped, but...it was one I had been wanting to have for a while. You...you really helped me to have the right words. So thanks."

She looked gratified by that. "You're welcome. And for what it's worth, you're a decent guy, Phil. There's nothing wrong with you. Psychosexually, you've got some...interesting...patterns, in that brain of yours, but you should be kinder to yourself. You aren't broken."

I nodded. I felt weirdly emotional, hearing her say that. "I guess I won't, um, see you anymore, so...good luck, and thanks again."

She gave me an odd, unreadable look. "See ya, Phil."

I turned to go.

"And, uh, you might want to zip your fly back up."