Allison interrupted. “Why, what happened?”
“Have you ever met Wesley’s boss?”
“No reason too,” she nonchalantly replied.
“He’s an eighty year old man with a weak heart. I didn’t want to kill the ole’ chap. Anyway, all these young girls were stumbling over their heels, vying for Wesley’s attention. I mean look at him he’s fucking gorgeous.” Channing glanced into the mirror on the wall.
“Yes, you are beyond perfect. But, Wes—Channing, get to the point...my next appointment is due to arrive any minute.” She lied.
“Okay. Have you ever met Wesley’s wife?” Channing asked.
“Yes, I have. Why?” Allison asked, batting her lashes.
“Did you notice how she seems very comfortable in her own skin...and very confident too, huh?” He questioned her.
“I don’t know...she’s not model material or anything,” Allison said, rolling her eyes. She appeared a little uncomfortable talking about Wesley’s wife.
“Okay, glad we agree. She is attractive but not model material, interesting,” he whispered, rubbing his chin. “Is that what you are saying?”
“Yeah, right, she’s not a fucking model,” Allison snapped, seemingly jealousy. “What’s your point?”
“I find it very interesting that she is not model material, yet Wesley’s eyes never wandered, not even for a fraction of a millisecond, to all the exposed flesh prancing around. His wife was his prized piece of art. Talk about wearing blinders. So when I witnessed this, I wanted to be more like Wesley. The control he had was outlandish.”
“Yeah, because of the guilt she’s laid on him,” Allison snapped.
“Did you ever think that’s how you heard his side of the story? Or maybe you heard what you wanted to hear!”
“No, I heard him loud and clear. I am not the delusional one here.”
“Get a second opinion. What I see is—you are unreal. All you wanted was to get rid of his guilt so he didn’t feel bad about cheating with you when the time came,” he resounded. “It was all for you, so you can get your claws into him. You’re a piece of work.”
“And, you want him to live a life filled with pain?”
“If that keeps him faithful, why the hell not?” He asked. “More men should feel guilty when they are planting it were it doesn’t belong.”
“I don’t agree. I think men and women alike should act on their God giving desires.”
“Who are you? How did you get so fucked up?”
“Who are you? A saint?” She laughed sinisterly.
“No, I am a man who was paving my way to hell until I woke up.”
Allison rolled her eyes, annoyingly. “I don’t feel I need to wake up. Sounds like you are burdened with more guilt about something...more so than Wesley—oh stop this bullshit...You cheated with me, Wesley, and now your—just forget it. What’s the rest of your story? I can’t take much more of this.”
“Bingo! And, don’t roll your eyes at me.” He turned away from her, took a few deep breaths and continued. “I will never forget that night at the fundraiser when this young model who was maybe twenty-three years old, followed Wesley into the men’s room. I was caught in the stall when they came in. They had no idea anyone was in there. So, I spied on them. Her name was Heidi.”
“Aren’t they all?” Allison chimed in.
“Yeah, and little Heidi was all over him,” He said, continuing on with his play by play.
“Hey sugar you want to do a couple lines with me?’ Heidi asked then licked her index finger then stuck it into a little brown vile. Pulling it out then seductively wrapped her lips around the white powder on her fingertip. Then sucked and twisted it her mouth as if she was perform felatio her finger.
“No, that’s not my thing,” Wesley replied.
“What is your thing—don’t you like girls?” Heidi giggled. “You are such a hottie; what a waste that would be.”
“I am not into drugs and I am a family man.” Wesley said washing his hands, keeping his eyes on the running water.
“Oh don’t be bashful.” Heidi came up behind him and leaned her breast up against his back. “There’s no one in here. How about you fuck me right here and now?”
“Please, don’t do that young lady.” Wesley raised his voice slightly.
She quickly jumped onto the counter, swinging her long, slender, bronzed legs into the air and kicked off her heels. Then she crawled her painted toes up the length of Wesley’s thigh toward his crotch.
“C’mon how about a quickie? This coke has got my throat numb and my lips are raring to go. How about a fast BJ?”
Wesley shut off the water and moved toward the towel dispenser.
“I am sorry. You’re a pretty girl but I am not interest. I love my wife.” He said, as he rapidly dried his hands.
“You’re kidding me. You mean that lady out there is your wife? OMG are you serious?” She began laughing rudely. “I thought she was your sister...or well, sorry but she’s not in your league.” Heidi leaped off the counter and was on her knees in front of Wesley, holding on to his leg.
“Please, Miss, let go of me.” He tried to release her death grip.
“Just let me suck you off. I promise it will fast and the best you’ve ever had. Look at these fully injected lips, imagine what they can do to your cock.” She begged, grasping at his crotch.
“Stop! Wesley yelled at the long hair siren,” Channeling said.
“No. You stop, Wesley,” Allison stammered, interrupting Channing’s story.
“Allison doesn’t this tell you I am not Wesley? I mean Wesley has control. Today with you he had none because Wesley is not here, I am. Don’t you see that now?” Channing asked but continued. “He’s a good man with honor. Talk about being loyal. I mean I know he’s had struggles but he overcame them every time he was in the face of adversity. Who wouldn’t want to be that kind of man? I have hosted the bodies of many men and once even a woman’s—”
Allison interrupted him. “A woman’s body...so now you are saying you have magically popped into some random woman’s body, before... too?” Her voice trailed off.
“No, not so random but, yes and it was very interesting. Thank God, she was a lesbian. But, out of all of them I have hosted, I have learned the most from Wesley.”
“This is unbelievable,” Allison whispered under her breath. Channing continued.
“After taking over Wesley’s body, I began to hate who I was—who I am. Before I left my body—wow, I can’t believe that was almost two years ago.” Channing said mostly to himself. “Anyway, I was a sexual taker and sometimes seen as a giver by women who can’t get enough—my existence was to be pleased and to please women—women like you.” He swallowed hard.
Allison’s lips pursed tightly as her perfectly manicured brows knitted together. She was clearly offended by his opinion of her.
“Like me, what does that mean?” Her tone was trite and fluctuated greatly.
“Yes—like you—Allison, you are beautiful—I didn’t mean you were hard up for sex. It’s just...you have never taken time to get to know a man—a lot of women don’t. Mainly because they’ve been so hurt by men—men like me, the old me...I can say that now,” His full lips turned to a tight straight line. “You have walls up around your heart, Allison. And, not to mention, rumor has it you don’t conduct your practice on the up and up.” He tilted his head and her poker face expression confirmed what he knew—the rumors were true.
Allison didn’t flinch a muscle. She tried to appear as if she was not affected by his comments, not to mention his viewpoint of her sexual indiscretions. After all, he was right.
She’s a strong-minded woman and wanted to be pleased, at least in the bedroom by men. Many men sometimes. And, on an a few occasion she enjoyed women too. However, she only did this to get closer to their men. Keep your friends close but, the men you want to enjoy girlfriends, closer. There were many times that Allison found herself sandwiched between a hot
couple’s passionate lovemaking sessions.
“Don’t forget I am the therapist here...just because you are a decade older than me,”—she cleared her throat—“I have years of experience over you, at least in this field,” she retorted, condescendingly.
Allison’s mind was a shady matter of gray. There was nothing black and white in her world, only a blurry line between the two. Channing had her pegged. As far as Channing’s harsh judgment, she could take it in the same way she dished it out on a daily basis to her patients.
Wesley shifted his body weight leaning closer into Allison’s personal space. “I hope I didn’t step on your toes by sharing my perception of you. After all, you are the therapist here. And, you are right, I shouldn’t have over stepped my boundaries by analyzing you.”
Allison’s eyes widened as the realization settled in her that something was indeed different today. Despite the incredible oral sex, Wesley was not behaving anything like the man she had been counseling for the last two years.
She reasoned though that’s the point, maybe he was having a break-through. She recalled the last session with Wesley, which was several days ago. What a wreck he was and still, after two long years, he had no self-confidence and continued to ramble on about his wife. He had no idea how good looking he was to the opposite sex. She was always attracted to his shy demeanor too; the Wesley she knew would not have ever acted on such an impulse to have sex with her before today.
The man who sat before her was not insecure, to say the least. All the education in the world could have never prepared her for his story. Even her father would have been thrown for a loop.
If Channing story was in some way true, how could she help him? Wesley was one of a handful of patients that she actually treated to some extent. She began to second-guess why Wesley didn’t want her but Channing did? It always circled back to Allison’s own self-image. She stared deeper into his mesmerizing azure blue eyes, searching for a clue.
Channing continued, "I see that it’s dawning on you now that I might be telling you the truth,” he said, placing his hand on her knee.
“Are those con—your eyes they are so blue,” she paused, as she continued to stare into his eyes.
“Contacts? No…they are mine. And to prove that I am Channing...” His eyes flashed to the file on her desk. “Wesley has green eyes.”
“I don’t really remember,” she lied, tilting up one corner of her mouth. What was he up to? She was sure Wesley’s eyes were blue; they were just not as intense as they were today.
“Wow, you have been counseling him for practically two years and you have no idea what color his eyes are—do you?” He leaned on the arms of her chair cornering her and questioned her compassion for her clients.
“I don’t study my patient’s eyes, it’s their minds I am concerned about,” she argued, lying again.
“Well, these are my eyes. It’s the only a part of me besides my mind, and well, you just enjoyed the other part of my anatomy that crossed over into Wesley’s body.” His baritone voice caused her heart to skip a beat.
“You’ve got to be kidding me? Your penis crossed over too?” She laughed out loud, seemingly entertaining his theory. She leaned in to get a closer look at Wesley’s face. Suddenly, she felt a hot flash deep in her feminine core.
His eyes slowly scanned her torso and shapely legs and then he locked with hers. His eyes were piercing and bluer than anyone’s she has ever seen before.
As his gaze fell into hers, her pulse quickened and she pondered his unbelieving story. What if it were true? Who was this man that sat before her? His confidence alone turned her on. His eyes sparkled with lust for her. Wesley never looked at her this way before today’s office visit. He certainly was very different from Wesley, she thought. Another hot impulse rushed to her feminine core. Her desire to have her way with him again began to beat below her waistline. Wake-up call. Maybe he was telling her the truth.
He closed his eyes in order to break their contact; he wanted her to stay focused before they got distracted into another tryst of hot passionate lovemaking.
“Why did you close your eyes? Open them,” she hissed, ordering him to do so.
“My eyes are distracting you, aren’t they, Allison? I feel the heat pouring off of you again. You know I am not Wesley now, don’t you?” His voice caused her womanly pheromones to flow.
“Wesley, Channing, whoever you are, I told you I have dinner plans so we need to wrap this up, okay? Your story is quite remarkable and I think I should refer you to”—the corners of her turned up forced smile quivered. “A priest!”
Channing kept his eyes closed as he spoke. “I told you, I don’t need to see anyone else. And, I am not finished yet. My eyes have always seemed to release an uncontrollable urge in women. I usually wear my sunglasses to avoid a scene in public places. Although, you would be amazed at how creative a woman filled with desire can be when she lets her inhibitions go.”
“Oh, I am sure,” Allison, whispered. Her voice was low and raspy. With his eyes shut she felt safe to close hers. She knew what it was like to be blindfolded. To not see your partner amplifies the sexual bliss. She sat their quietly listening to him speak. The sound of his breath caused her sexual cravings to heighten. For a moment, she imagined herself sitting on top of his lap and straddling him with her legs.
“I have had sex in many precarious places, hotel hallways, public bathrooms, cars and even outdoors. Once it happened on the "E” train in New York City, it was super crowded and there was no place to sit. This little filly glanced down into my eyes and, before I could protest, she sat on my lap and in a flash her skirt was up baring flesh and I was inside of her wet sex. Never saw her again; she didn’t seem to care and neither did I. When it was over, she smiled and exited into the crowd. It was impersonal and raw. Just how I used to like it, but never again.
“You see, every woman I’ve had relations with just wants me to satisfy them and, for the longest time, I was okay with it. I have tested this theory and no matter what shape my host is in, fat, skinny, muscular it doesn’t make a difference once a woman’s eyes fall into mine it’s all over…or should I say it’s on.”
“I can enter the body of the biggest prick you've ever known, someone who you’ve detested all your life, but one look at my eyes and well, it doesn’t matter they want me. And as you know, when they see how hung I am, well…”
“Stop Channing, I mean Wesley.” Allison eyes popped open. “I am not buying your ability to cast spells over women with your eyes. I am not buying any of your stories about hosting the bodies of other people. And so what, you have a huge penis, get over yourself!” She clamored. “Open those baby blues so I can prove to you that you have no power. None what-so-ever over women.”
Wesley opened his eyes. “Go ahead take a long look, Doc. But, don’t blame me for what happens next,” he said, warning her with a smile and a wink.
Allison looked deeply into Wesley’s eyes. “See, nothing!” She quickly turned away.
“No, stay focused.” He titled her chin back toward him and gazed deeply into her eyes.
There it was another warm pulsation at the gateway to her feminine core. She felt the moisture seeping into the lining of her panties. Her eyelashes fluttered trying to break their eye contact. Channing held her face steady in place as she struggled to move.
“Like I said, I feel nothing. So, this disproves your theory all the way around. I truly think you are having major sexual disillusions of grandeur and perhaps,” she said her voice increasing to a high-pitched tone then paused.
Moisture trickled down her thighs. She shifted her weight to her opposite hip in the chair and wiped her brow with the back of her hand.
“Are you okay, Allison?” He felt the heat pouring of her like a furnace.
“Excuse me, it’s feeling a bit warm in here,” she inadvertently admitted.
The color in her pale pink cheeks rose to a deep shade of red. She stood up to check the thermostat i
n the room then moved to her desk, fumbling through some files.
“You were saying…you still think I’m delusional?” Wesley appeared behind her, mocking her acute high-pitched tone in the best way he could.
He pressed his body up against her back. She was sandwiched between his groin and the desk. In one quick movement, he pushed the center of her back down onto the desk. Face down. Quickly, he traced his fingers beneath her skirt and peeled the edge of her panties to the side.
Allison wiggled her hips beneath his firm hold, protesting fiercely, “Stop that, Channing,” but not before his fingers pushed between her wet folds.
“Hum, feels drenched to me,” he quipped arrogantly as one finger slid deeper into her sex and the other fondled her labials.
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