The Therapist [Part 7]

I was a bit nervous, but I had to admit, I felt...confident, for a change, as I headed home. Talking to Becca was the right thing to do. Lexie had given some great advice. Really actionable. I had been concerned about not seeing Stacy this past week -- I felt like things with Becca were on thin ice, and maybe they were. But the way Lexie had framed things gave me a level of clarity about it that I hadn't expected.

I reflected on the difference between Lexie and Stacy. How direct Lexie had been about what she thought I should do. It was...well, kind of refreshing.

And that blowjob had been...

I shook myself, feeling both a little guilty, and a little ashamed. It had been incredible. It had also been so fast...maybe not even thirty seconds. Even though Lexie hadn't been humiliating me, I thought, ruefully. But I needed to focus on the conversation with Becca. It was important.

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"Look, we need to talk." I was still taking my jacket off when I said the words.

She sighed. Maybe she had been expecting it, Maybe it was just something in my tone. "Okay," she said. She sounded a bit sad.

I took a deep breath. "I don't like the way you've been humiliating and teasing me for cumming so fast. It doesn't feel good." Finally just saying that felt great.

Becca's response was immediate and defensive. "Yeah? Well I don't like barely ever getting off during sex."

Lexie had said she might be defensive, though, and I tried to keep calm. "I know you don't. But mocking me is...well, pretty fucked up, Becca."

Becca's brow furrowed with a combination of both surprise and annoyance. Probably a combination of embarrassed for being called out, and frustrated. Lexie had pointed out that from Becca's point of view, this was my problem, not hers.

I pressed on. "And it's making me feel like you don't respect me. I want you to stop doing it."

She scoffed. "If you don't like it, then why does it make you cum so quickly?"

I felt myself redden, but Lexie had said this might be how she'd respond, too. "That isn't the point. The point is that you're...belittling me. That's not what a partner is supposed to be doing."

She looked increasingly angry, but was obviously doing her best to keep her cool. "I...I thought you were supposed to be getting help from your therapist to deal with this. What have you been doing with Stacy all this time if it's not helping you last longer?"

Now I reddened further. What was I supposed to say to that? "I-I'm trying, Becca. We're making some progress..." I trailed off, helplessly. I was aware that sounded lame.

It was clear she thought so too. "Some progress? What does that even mean? You never even talk about what you two are doing during those appointments." Now she sounded both suspicious and frustrated.

"I, uh...she's...just helping me with some mental exercises to improve my stamina." I said, awkwardly.

Becca rolled her eyes. "See, that's what I'm talking about. Mental exercises? You're being so vague. And...and if she's actually helping you, why aren't you improving? You still cum so fast."

Well, now I had two problems. One, I was feeling guilty. I knew if I told her what Stacy had really been doing with me...well, it wasn't going to defuse the conversation.

Also...it was fucking embarrassing, but I was getting turned on. The matter-of-fact way she said you still cum so fast wasn't the teasing tone she usually adopted, but I could feel myself reacting to it anyway.

I was on my back foot, now. Becca sighed. "And...Phil...I've, um..." she hesitated. "I've...well, I've heard you masturbating a lot more recently."

I reddened. It was true, I had been masturbating a lot...because Stacy had suggested I try to use it as an opportunity to work on my stamina. Mentioning that didn't seem like a good idea, either. I didn't know what to say.

"Look, it's fine," Becca said, hastily. "I'm not trying to make you feel bad about it. But, well, I can tell it doesn't take long. You're cumming really quickly when you do that, too; the other day I heard you finish in...well, it was, uh, fast. Maybe even faster than you normally do."

She sounded embarrassed on my behalf. And even worse, I realized, my cock was rock hard, now. Hearing her talk about how quickly I was cumming.

"It...just makes me wonder if this is really helping you, Phil." Her gaze was direct -- not confrontational, or mean, just honest. Maybe a little pitying.

"I...I feel like it's been helping..." I didn't know what else to say.

She sighed. "Look, I...I don't want to fight, Phil. I just thought the point of the therapy was to work on this. It doesn't feel like you're improving, so I don't understand why you're still..."

And then Becca glanced down, and then trailed off, openmouthed. "Are you...are you getting hard from us talking about this?"

Nothing Lexie had said had prepared me for that question. I blushed, speechless.

Becca pinched the bridge of her nose. "I...I don't get it. You say you don't want me to tease you. Okay, that makes sense. But now you're hard...and I'm not even teasing you. I'm just talking about what a quick cummer you are."

I shrugged helplessly.

She looked back down at my cock, speculative. "Do you...want me to give you a handjob right now, while I talk some more about how fast you cum?"

I felt conflicted. Yes, I wanted that...but...

After a brief moment, Becca just sighed, again, the same sad look on her face. "Phil, this...doesn't really feel fair to me, to be honest. It's confusing. Yeah, I've been teasing you. Because it gets you off, and you seem to like it. You say you want me to stop, and that's fine. But then during the conversation where we're talking about how you don't like being teased for being a quick cummer..."

She trailed off helplessly, and just gestured at my cock. "Well. It's clear how much you actually do like being teased."

I felt my cock twitch. I couldn't help it.

Becca was staring at it, watching as well. "I was worried this was what you wanted to talk about, Phil. Look, this...this isn't right. I don't want to be the villain in your story. I've just been trying to make you happy."

She took a deep breath. "So...we're breaking up, Phil. I'm gonna go. Call me if you ever actually know what you really want."

She stood up and left.

Shit. This hadn't gone how I expected.

---

I needed help. I emailed Lexie saying the conversation with Becca hadn't gone well. My phone pinged a few minutes later with her reply:

:(

want to talk sooner than your scheduled appointment then?

-- lexie

sent from my iPhone

I blinked a few times, reading it. This lackadaisical email made me kind of made me angry, if I was honest. I had followed her advice and it had gone very badly.

It had seemed like good advice, I reminded myself; the conversation with Becca had just taken a few left turns. And Stacy thought Lexie was good at her job.

I could really use a dose of Stacy's perspective, I thought, ruefully. But I all I had access to right now was Lexie's. It would have to do.

I went ahead and moved my next appointment sooner.

---

So only a few days later, I was standing outside that same beige office door with "Alexis Chao, LPC" on it. I knocked and went inside.

Lexie was in the same position as the last time I arrived -- sitting behind her desk, feet propped up, reading a file. She pulled her feet off the desk and stood up as I came in, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Hi, Phil. I'd ask how you are but it sounds like the answer is that you're having a shitty time."

She still had her long dark hair pulled back in braids. She was wearing heels, a short black skirt, and a blazer with a purple t-shirt underneath it. The skirt and heels showed off smooth legs. It was a step up from the leggings and tank top she'd been wearing the last time, but she still looked more like a marketing intern, not a therapist.

I stared only briefly. I was annoyed. Annoyed with her. I had trusted her with my relationship with Becca. Taken her advice. And in return, I was getting...emails with emojis and no capitalization? This admittedly sexy, but unquestionably unprofessional attire? This didn't seem like someone who ought to be giving out mental health advice.

"Yeah. I took your advice but the conversation didn't go well." I knew I was being terse, but I didn't care. I plunked myself down into one of the chairs across from the desk.

My tone clearly registered with her. She nodded, slowly. "Okay, tell me what happened." She came around in front of the desk and stood leaning against it, crossing one leg over the other.

I hesitated. What to say? I didn't really want to give the blow-by-blow. I especially didn't want to cover the part where hearing Becca call me a quick cummer had gotten me hard, and she had noticed that. That would've been embarrassing enough to share with anybody.

And I didn't trust Lexie anymore.

So I settled for an edited version of events, recounting how I had asked Becca to stop making fun of me, her belief that I liked it, how she had expressed doubt that the therapy was working. I ended with her breaking up with me because she said I needed to figure out what I wanted. But I left out any of the...physical responses I had to Becca's comments.

Lexie pursed her lips, looking thoughtful. "Okay, you're not giving me the whole story, but that's alright for now." She tapped a finger against her lips, silent for a moment, considering.

I felt another surge of frustration. How was it that Lexie could tell so easily that I was leaving something out, but hadn't been able to give me better advice for talking with Becca?

Those full lips quirked into a smile, like she knew what I was thinking. "I'd expect you to be upset or angry about the breakup, Phil. Instead, you just seem irritated. So let's maybe talk about that, first. What's up?"

Well, that casual what's up was the final straw. "I followed your advice and Becca broke up with me because of it. Doesn't that kind of make you a shitty therapist?" The words tumbled out of me bitterly before I could stop myself.

"Mm." The sound was utterly noncommittal, and her smile faded. "A shitty therapist? So it's going to be like that, huh? Fine. I'll respond to that in a moment. But first, I want you to tell me: what do you actually want?"

"I wanted to have a healthy sex life with my girlfriend! That's what you were supposed to be helping me with." I didn't shout, not really, but my voice was definitely raised. I took a breath and lowered the volume. "And now I don't even have a girlfriend."

"Healthy sex requires knowing what you want in the bedroom," she countered. "So what is it you want in the bedroom, Phil?" She uncrossed her legs and straightened up, no longer leaning on the desk.

I watched her legs flex as she stood. They were toned -- she was petite, clearly in very good shape, and I couldn't help staring a bit. There was a lot of lean, smooth thigh on display. But I was frustrated enough not to be totally distracted.

"I don't know, now it doesn't matter, since Becca and I--"

"It does matter, Phil." She cut me off. "That's why this conversation with Becca didn't go well. If you were being clearer about what you wanted, she could've made a choice about whether she also wanted that or not. But you weren't clear."

"I was! I told her, I wanted her to stop teasing me about..." I trailed off uncertainly, as anxiety coiled in the pit of my stomach. What if I got hard talking about this with Lexie, too?

"That's what you said, yeah." Lexie's smile was sly, now. "But how did you act? I am guessing your body language conveyed something else."

I blushed. How did she and Stacy always seem to know? I was on the back foot now. "N-no, that's not...I want her to stop! I was clear..."

"Oh, were you?" She took another step towards me. It was a small office, and she was standing probably six inches away from me, now. She was looking up at me, amused.

In spite of her stature, I was intimidated. And I was acutely aware of the fact that I had been being pretty rude.

"I, uh, sorry I said you're a shitty therapist...I didn't..." I trailed off as she brought one finger up to my lips, shushing me.

"I have to admit, that did offend me, Phil. I know you're frustrated, but please, be honest with yourself. I'm guessing things with Becca didn't go well because you got turned on while you were talking to her."

She paused, a new thought obviously occurring to her. "You didn't cum while you were talking to her, did you?"

"N-no," I stammered. "I-I just..."

"...Okay, so you just got hard, then. You couldn't help it...talking with Becca about what a quick cummer you are, how she's been teasing you...it turned you on, huh?" Lexie said, musing.

I nodded mutely. There wasn't any point denying it. I could feel the blood rushing to my cock even now.

"But you came so fast during our last appointment...without me doing any teasing," she said, matter-of-factly. She was still standing close, looking up at me.

"You know," Lexie said, an edge to her voice, now, "that really wasn't very nice of you. Shitty therapist?" She scoffed.

I swallowed. "Like I said, I-I'm s..."

"Yeah, yeah, you're sorry. I know." She paused, an annoyed look on her face. "You know, you came really fast last appointment, without me being mean to you at all about your...problem. What do you think would happen if I were actually mean to you? Teasing you?"

"I-I don't want you to do that," I blurted.

She cut me off. "You don't?" She looked down, pointedly.

I was hard, now. Again. Just from someone talking about how fast I came. Why did this always happen? I flushed with embarrassment. And I had, I admit, a little anxiety. There was something about the way Lexie was looking up at me...

I didn't know what to say.

Her lips curved up into a smile. "I'm a shitty therapist, huh? That's what you think? Well, I think it's kind of pathetic that you like being teased like this. "

I looked down at her, openmouthed, the word pathetic ringing in my ears. "I don't like--"

"You keep saying that," Lexie said, softly. "But I think you like it when girls talk about what a quick cummer you are. Tell you what...I'm going to keep talking...and if you don't like it, it should be easy to keep control of yourself, shouldn't it?"

I reddened, and wavered on what to do. Should I..., what, leave? To prove a point?

As I hesitated, Lexie turned to the side, and idly bent over at the waist, adjusting one of her heels. I stared down at the way the short skirt rode up her thighs. If she bent over much further I'd see...

She stood, smirking. "Wow. Are you checking me out?"

"I-I mean, uh--"

"I don't know why you're bothering to look. You know you'd cum so fast fucking me, right? Like, even without your file --" she waved at a filing cabinet "-- from Stacy, I can tell. I mean, I remember last appointment." She licked her lips.

My cock twitched, thinking about her mouth on me. "I--uh, I'm not usually that fast, you were just so...good..." I didn't really know what to say this either. I had cum fast enough that it had been humiliating.

"Well, I'm glad you had a good time last appointment, even though I'm a shitty therapist, apparently." Her lips quirked up into a mocking grin. "Now...if you were fucking me, I bet you'd want to fuck me from behind, wouldn't you?"

As I watched, she went and stood, back to me, at the desk, slowly bending over it. She turned back to look at me, and in a mocking tone, said "Is this what you'd like? Bending me over this desk and just pounding me?"

Mute, again, I nodded. Fuck, I was so hard.

"Come get it, then. I want it." She wiggled, as she spoke. The skirt really left nothing to the imagination from this angle -- the smooth backs of her thighs, the hint of her ass on display...

I could tell she wasn't wearing panties. My cock throbbed.

Becca had broken up with me. I was horny. Lexie was offering herself. I took two step towards her.

"...but I'm going to mock you for what a pathetic quick cummer you are, the whole time you're doing it." I could hear the smirk in her voice. "It serves you right for calling me a shitty therapist after I've done nothing but try to help you. And this way I'll get to see firsthand what effect this has on your...stamina. Or lack thereof."

I hesitated, my face heating. I knew I wouldn't last long either way...but...agreeing to this, somehow felt wrong...

"Aw, what's wrong? You know you wouldn't be able to handle it, don't you? You know Becca's right. You like it." Her tone was mocking.

"That's-- that's not it," I protested uncertainly. I took a step forward. I'd show her.

Except what if I didn't?

"The only thing that would be even more embarrassing is if you didn't even try to fuck me, because you knew you'd cum too fast. Look at me, I want it," she said, moaning out the last three words.

Well, that made my decision for me. I took a step towards her, feeling aroused and ashamed simultaneously. I didn't think I could last very long, but I had to try. I was lightheaded, staring at her full ass peeking out from underneath the skirt. I slowly unbuckled my pants and dropped them to the floor.

"Just...don't cum too fast..." I could hear the smirk in her voice. "Like you do for Becca. And Stacy. Oh, and...me, I guess. Maybe you just cum fast for everyone."

I froze, standing behind her, my cock inches away. It twitched, visibly, when she said Becca's name.

She giggled. "Oh my god. You're so turned on. What if you cum right away when you stick it in? That would be so funny."

I took a deep breath, trying to settle myself down a little bit. I was worried about that.

"I mean, it obviously doesn't take that much to make you cum," she taunted. "And I think my ass looks pretty good, don't you?"

The way she was talking was keeping me completely off balance. I didn't know what to do. If I fucked her now, I knew I wouldn't last five seconds. But what was the alternative? Just standing behind her?

"You know, Stacy's notes mention that you've even cum before you have gotten inside Becca once or twice...do you think that'll happen here? That would be really pathetic. I'd have to make a special note of it in your file..." Her tone was bordering on cruel, now.

This was humiliating. I wanted desperately to shut her up. I knew if I didn't do something, she probably could make me cum, just from talking like this.

I moved forward and hiked her dress up, exposing her round ass, flaring out from that petite waist. Staring at it, feeling the smooth skin under my hands, I hesitated again. I could tell how close I was, could imagine how good it would feel to slide inside her.

She twisted, looking back at me, a mocking grin on her face. "Funny, isn't it? I'm so much smaller than you, I'm bent over this desk...apparently I'm even a shitty therapist...but look who's in charge here? You're such a quick cummer you can't even fuah--"

She was being such a bitch. I didn't deserve this. Couldn't take any more humiliation. I thrust into her, and her words turned into a moan.

I had grabbed her ass with both hands, intending to give her a few hard, fast thrusts to shut her up. But as I penetrated her, I could feel how close my orgasm was, and I stopped, halfway inside her. She was warm, wet, impossibly tight.

She felt incredible. So tight around me. In a panic, I realized slowing down wouldn't be enough. I froze yet again, trying to keep my orgasm from boiling over.

"Uh oh," she said. She was still looking back at me, still had that cruel smirk on her face. "Why'd you stop? You're not going to cum already, are you?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block her out. But I could still hear her, of course.

"Oh my god, you're not even all the way in yet. You do love being teased, don't you. It's too much for you." It wasn't a question, just an amused statement.

I let out a frustrated whimper, still unmoving, trying desperately not to prove her right.

"If you cum now, I'm going to tell Stacy what a pathetic quick cummer you were for me," Lexie whispered.

Well, that was too much. "S-stop," I protested, feeling myself crest over the edge.

But it was too late. Helplessly, I orgasmed, grabbing her ass and bucking my hips into her as Lexie let out an amused giggle. She bounced back against me as I thrust erratically, spraying inside her. The feeling of that full ass in my hands, her petite body against mine, was incredible. She was tight enough that, even completely out of control, I could barely force my cock all the way into her, and the sensation overwhelmed me. I whimpered as I came.

Moments later, finished, I pulled away, mortified. I sat down in the chair shamefaced and buried my head in my hands. I had barely made it inside her. I had cum so fast. Again. Far faster than I had last appointment -- and there was no denying that it had been from her teasing, from how cruel she'd been. I felt...well. Pathetic.

After a moment cleaning up, she came over and sat next to me, gently patting my shoulder. "It's okay, Phil. Try to be kinder to yourself. I know this was probably...well, embarrassing, for you, but I know exactly what I'm doing. I could do the same thing to anybody else who walked in here -- it would just take different words."

I was at a loss. "What, um...what should I do? How do I..." I gestured, despairingly. "...fix this?"

"You sure that you want a shitty therapist's advice?" She had an amused smile on her face, but it was a kinder smile, this time.

I opened my mouth to apologize again, but she waved her hand, dismissing it, and continued. "I know you didn't mean it, Phil. My advice? Breakups are hard. The answer I give everyone is basically the same: focus on yourself. You should come back again in two weeks. In the meantime, I want you to think about what you really want. If Becca reaches out, be nice, be polite, be kind. But keep some space."

I sighed. "Yeah. Okay. Um, Stacy had me...do some...um, homework...between sessions..."

Lexie punched my arm affectionately. "Tell you what. Your only homework this time is to be kinder to yourself. If you want to jerk off, jerk off. If you don't, then don't. If you want to try to last, do that; if you don't, don't. If you want to go out and have some rebound sex, do that. Just...take it easy."

I nodded, forlornly, and stood up to leave.

"And Phil?" Lexie said my name, gently, and I paused just before opening the door.

I'll do some planning. I know that conversation with Becca -- and this conversation with me, for that matter -- probably didn't go the way you hoped. We'll help you make some progress next session for sure."

I nodded, again, sadly, and left.