The therapist looked a little sick himself. That was good; I would have had no faith in him at all if all of that didn’t affect him. His stupid parents were still talking. I got up and went after him. I turned the corner just in time to see him slam in his room. I followed him and knocked.
“Get the fuck out of here!” he said, “I don’t want to see anybody.” I turned and started to leave when I heard the door open. I turned back around and he was standing in the doorway. “Except you,” he said.
I smiled at him and stepped inside. “Are you okay?” He stepped forward and covered my mouth so I couldn’t speak.
After a nice, long, hot kiss he pulled back and said, “I am now.”
“Do you want to talk?” I asked.
He put his finger across my lips and said, “Lock the door.”
I turned around to lock it and I felt his body press up against mine. I could feel his cock already rock hard in his jeans. I turned the lock as I felt his lips next to my ear. He ran his tongue along the outside of it and then down along the side of my neck. I felt his hands slide up from my waist to my breasts. He grabbed one in each hand and kneaded them through my blouse and bra while he sucked on my neck. I was pressed so tightly against the wall I could barely breathe, but at that moment, I would have gladly suffocated. His hands felt so good, and I loved the feel of his lips and tongue on the sensitive flesh of my neck.
He slid one of his hands down along the front of me, across the top of my abdomen, and then just inside the top of my jeans. I felt my thighs get wet all at once from the rush of moisture his touch brought about and I heard myself moan as he slid his hand down further. I reached up, unbuttoned, and unzipped them to give him better access.
My pussy was aching for his touch. He slid his fingers down across my lips and then found my clit. He started to rub it with his body still pressing me into the wall. He was nibbling on my ear lobe and the whole thing was fucking hot. Tristan was just getting started, though. He pulled his hand out of my jeans and spun me around to face him. With me in that position, still pressed against the wall he shoved his tongue in my mouth and started undressing me. I helped him pull off my blouse and push down my jeans; he took care of the bra and panties. I was completely nude and he was still fully dressed.
“I think you’re a little overdressed,” I told him.
He grinned and said, “Patience.” That was funny, coming from him. “I want you to do something for me,” he said.
“Okay….?”
“Sit down on the bed facing me,” he said. I did as he asked and then he said, “Open your legs.” He pulled off his shirt and then his jeans and boxers so that he was nude, too. I did as I was told. Then he surprised me by going over and sitting down in the chair across from me. “Play with your tits,” he said.
I was horny as hell, so I did what he told me. I put a hand on each one and began to massage them. His hand dropped to his cock as he watched me and that spurred me on. I started pinching and pulling on my nipples as he rubbed his hand across the length of his cock.
“Mm, yeah baby, that’s it. Play with those nipples for me. Lick your fingers…get them wet.”
I put my right hand to my mouth and sucked on two of my fingers. Then, I traced them around the outside of my nipples. My pussy was tingling like crazy as I started pinching and pulling hard on them. I couldn’t believe how much it was turning me on.
“Masturbate for me, Elly,” Tristan said. He was looking into my eyes as his hand slowly moved back and forth on his own cock. Fuck, he looked sexy. I slid my right hand down slowly to my pussy. I started rubbing it, but it was awkward sitting up like that so I lay back on the bed and drew my knees up so my heels were on the bed and my legs were wide open. “Oh yeah baby, you look so good,” Tristan’s voice was husky. I could hear the change in his breathing. I couldn’t see him any longer, so I closed my eyes and concentrated on putting on a show for him.
I used two of my fingers to part my lips with one hand; then I brought the other one down and found my clit with my middle finger. It was swollen and eager to be touched. I started rubbing it, like I did when I was alone and no one was watching. This was more exciting though, knowing Tristan was watching me and touching himself. As I eased that finger into my pussy, I heard him whisper, “Oh…fuckkkkk.”
I plunged it in as far as it would go and then pulled it back out and vigorously rubbed my hard clit with it again.
“Mmm…” I was the one moaning now. My finger had a mind of its own, rubbing up and down and then in a small, light circle around my clit. Then, back into my pussy and then back to my clit, over and over again as Tristan whispered sexy things and moaned. I pushed myself up on one elbow so that I could see him. He was stroking himself harder and faster now, reaching down with the other hand to touch his balls. The sight of him made me work faster and harder on my own clit with one hand and twist and pull on my nipples with the other.
I closed my eyes for a second and then I felt Tristan standing next to the bed. I opened my eyes and smiled at him. He leaned in and kissed me. It was a long, sensuous kiss with both of our tongues twisting together, dueling for space in each other’s mouths. Feeling emboldened after masturbating in front of him, I grabbed one of his hands and brought it to my breast. He pulled his mouth back and put the other hand on my other breast and he began to pull on my nipples and then squeeze the entire breast in his hand. Then he would pinch them and repeat the whole thing. I was gasping both from pleasure and frustration. I had to put my hand back down on my pussy. My clit felt like it might explode if I didn’t. He played with my tits then while I pinched and rolled and pushed on my aching clit.
I couldn’t stand it any longer, I had to touch him. I reached up with my free hand and took his cock into my fist. I pumped it a few times while I continued to play with myself and he let out a long, deep moan. He had his eyes closed now and was rocking his hips in time with my hand. His fingers were still working my hard nipples and it felt so good that I never wanted him to stop.
I finally brought his cock to my mouth and licked the silver drop of precum off the tip. He opened his eyes then and smiled down at me. While he was watching me, I brought it down and rubbed it across my hard nipples. I felt him shudder. I brought it back up to my mouth, and after a few more licks of the tip, I sucked it all the way in. He groaned loudly, again fueling my lust. I used my tongue to massage the shaft and tip of it as I bobbed my head up and down taking it in all the way to the back of my throat and then letting it slide back out again.
“Oh fuck, Elly! That’s so good, baby.” Tristan wrapped his hand up in my hair and started guiding my head while his hips moved in and out. I reached up and wrapped my hand around him. I slid his cock in and out of my mouth while putting pressure on him with my hand. I drummed my fingers along his sensitive shaft and my tongue around the head while he watched me and moaned. I had to slip my other hand back down to my pussy. I moaned against his cock, and once again, he shuddered violently.
Tristan pulled back until his cock popped out of my mouth and then he said, “Stand up.”
On shaky legs, I rose to my feet and watched as he took my place on the bed. Then he pulled me down on his lap so I was straddling him. I put my hands on his shoulders, expecting him to penetrate me. Instead, he reached up with both hands and started playing with my tits again.
“Oh, Tristan, it feels so good,” I told him. He knew just how to touch them and it surprised me how much I liked it when he pinched them hard. He noticed this and that drove him to lean in and take one in his mouth. As he sucked on it, he scraped along the side of it with his teeth. Wildly, I grabbed his head and pressed him harder into my chest. He actually began to nibble on it; at the same time, I felt his hand slip between my legs. He slipped two fingers into my soaking wet pussy and started finger fucking me while he tortured my breasts and nipples. On the verge of an orgasm, I began to buck my hips, riding his hand. The feel of his rock hard cock pressing against the crack of my ass was
like icing on the cake. In a few short minutes, I was digging my nails into his shoulders as my body began to convulse. Waves of pleasure washed over me; he left his hand in place and rode it out with me. When I finally stopped shaking, he slipped me up off his lap and laid me down on the bed on my back.
He surprised me by climbing up on top of me so that his cock was right between my tits. He took one of them in each hand and then pressed them together so my cleavage was tight around his cock. My body was already slick with a light sheen of sweat so his cock slid easily along my chest while he fucked my tits. Every time the head slid out the top, I’d stick out my tongue and give it a little lick. Tristan was groaning loudly and the feel of his ass against my ribs and his cock against my chest was wild enough, but then he started using his fingers to pinch my nipples as his big hands held my tits together. I could tell by the sound of his breathing and the way his cock was growing that he was getting ready to cum. He stopped before he did and climbed off of me.
“Get on your knees,” he said. I did and he pushed down on my upper back so my head was down and my ass was in the air. He slid into me from behind and, with a hand on either hip, he began to pound me like an animal. The room was filled with sounds of grunts and groans and the smell of cum as my hands gripped the sheets hard, trying to ground myself. He suddenly pulled my hips back into him and I felt his cock hit rock bottom as it exploded. The sounds he was making were animalistic as he milked his cock into me. When he finished, he leaned forward and rested his body against mine. He lay like that for a few seconds, and just when I thought he was satiated, he flipped me over again with one hand.
I was on my back now and he slithered down my body until his face was buried between my legs. I suddenly felt his tongue against my clit and I wanted to scream. He sucked it into his mouth and as he held pressure on it with his lips, then he ran his tongue up and began to flick it up and down and back and forth. Next, he plunged his tongue inside of me as deep as it would go and reached up to take my hips back into his hands. He used his hands to move me up and down as he fucked me with his tongue. I was writhing all over the bed, whimpering even.
He could tell that I was ready to come again so he reached up and pinched my nipples hard while his tongue put pressure against my clit. My body felt like an explosion ripped through it this time. I don’t think I’d ever cummed that hard, and once I started, I felt like I couldn’t stop. When I finally did, he moved back up and slid that tongue, slick with my juices into my mouth. I was so turned on that I started sucking it and I could feel him moaning against my lips as I did.
When we came up for air I said, “Oh my god, Tristan. I have no fucking words for you.” he grinned again and once more he flipped me. Now he was on his back and I was sitting up on top of his legs. His cock was hard again already and he took it into his hand and began stroking it while I sat on him and watched. My pussy started aching again…I’d never known how erotic it was to watch a man masturbate. While he pulled on his cock, I reached up between his legs with one hand and started playing with his balls.
“Oh fuck! Elly! Oh fuck!” he said, over and over again as I gently rolled and squeezed his testicles in my hand. “Put your fingers in your pussy and get them wet,” he said. I did, stroking my clit a few times while I was there. He was stroking himself harder now and he said, “Slide one of those wet fingers in my ass…slowly.”
I was as shocked as I had ever been by him; yet this shocking request sent strange, sexy shocks through my insides. I did as he asked, and as I worked my finger slowly into his tight asshole, he grunted and pulled even harder at his cock. Once I had him opened up, I moved my finger around a little bit and then in and out, fucking him gently while he stroked his cock.
“Oh fuck, Elly! Oh fuck! Climb up on my cock baby.” I pulled my finger out and positioned myself above him. He still had his cock in his hand. I felt him lightly press against my opening before he put his hands on my ass and literally impaled me down on his cock. He was so deep inside of me, our pelvises were smashed tight against each other without a sliver of daylight between them. He gripped my ass tight and bucked his hips as I moved up and down on top of him. At first, it was a slow, steady rhythm, but quickly it turned wild, me bouncing up and down on top of him as I reached back with one hand and groped his balls. At the same time, he was slamming up into me while groping my tits. This time we both exploded together. While we came, Tristan reached up and wrapped his arms tight around my back and we rode each other through it.
We lay there for a while, wrapped up in each other’s arms and legs and feeling each other’s hearts beating. When his breathing had settled down, Tristan said, “I need you here tomorrow. We need to practice our duet…all day.”
I propped my head up on my elbow and looked at his face. “I have classes…”
“Aw, come on, Elly. We need to practice. We’ll never be able to harmonize and get it right if we don’t.”
I wanted him to win. I wanted it so badly that I was putting my own career on the line for it. I decided I could miss one day of classes.
“Okay,” I told him. “I’ll be here.”
Chapter Nine
Tristan
I slept like a rock that night after Elly left. It was the best night’s sleep I’d had since I’d been sober. Fucking her was like a drug and I think I was addicted to it. I woke up the next morning feeling rested and eager to get on with practicing our song. I was looking forward to singing with her.
I showered and had time to stop in the cafeteria for some breakfast before I had therapy. I wasn’t sure how my therapist was going to feel about me after what had happened the day before. I had no idea what my parents told him after I left, but I had a pretty good idea that they had twisted it all around so that I was the one at fault for everything. When I walked in, he looked up at me and smiled.
“How are you today, Tristan?”
I shrugged. “I’m okay,” I said.
“I was afraid you’d be having a hard time after the group session. That was pretty intense.”
I dropped down into the chair across from him and said, “Any time spent with my parents is intense. Now maybe you at least understand why I didn’t want them here.”
He was nodding and then he said, “Yes, of course. But sometimes what we want isn’t always what we need. I think a lot of your troubles are tied up in how you feel about your parents and how that all made you feel about yourself.”
“I’m fine with myself,” I told him.
He raised an eyebrow and said, “Are you really, Tristan?”
“Yeah, really,” I told him.
He leaned towards me. “I believe that you believe that, but what I see when I look at you and hear when I talk to you are a lot of insecurities and unresolved issues.”
I couldn’t stop my eyes from rolling. “Wow, you can see and hear all that? You must be psychic.”
He knew I was being sarcastic. He smiled and said, “No, just observant.” The rest of the visit went on like that. He was trying to “strip off” my defenses, he said. He was starting to get to me, I had to admit. Either that or I was just so bored in that place that even talking to him was preferable to another hour of staring at the wall in my room. I wished Elly could have stayed there with me—I’d never have left. My cock jerked in my pants just at the thought. I replaced Elly’s naked image with the image of my father. That did it—instant cock-block.
When the therapist was finally finished with me, I said, “Elly is coming by today to practice the song we’ll be singing together this week. Can she bring my guitar in?”
He sat back in his chair and gave me a long look. Then he said, “I grant you quite a few favors, Tristan. When am I going to get something in return?”
“What is it you want, doc?”
“I want you to talk to me, honestly for once.” Shit! I didn’t know if the guitar was worth all that, but I finally agreed that if he let Elly bring my guitar in I would open up to him about something in my p
ast at our next session.
I used my phone call again to call Elly and ask her to bring the guitar. She’d taken it that day that I’d thrown it. She said it didn’t look damaged, which was good since I couldn’t afford a new one.
Elly got there around ten that morning, my guitar in hand. We used one of the empty dayrooms to practice. The lead nurse told me the walls were thick, so our music wouldn’t bother anyone. The door also locked from the inside so no one would bother us. There were windows that faced out to the nurses station, so that meant I wasn’t getting laid. At least the memories of our last fuck would last me a day or two.
“Aren’t you just a little bit nervous about this?” she asked me once we were behind closed doors.
“Not at all. If we blow it away and I win, the producers won’t be able to do shit.”
“I wasn’t talking about that. Of course, I am nervous about that too; but I was talking about me singing. You’ve never even heard me sing. What if I open my mouth and something terrible comes out?”
“Is it going to?” I asked.
She clasped her hands together. “I hope not.”
“Can you sing?”
“Yeah….”
“Okay then, here’s your music.” She looked down at it, and I watched her face while she read the lyrics. I could see her mouth moving already. She’d do fine. This I knew because the day I dropped her off for chorus I actually followed her in and listened. If Elly had been my competition on Fresh Voices show, I’d have lost, easily. I was a little bit too arrogant to admit that to her, though.
Chapter Ten
Elly
I can’t remember ever being so nervous in my life. I was shaking so hard I was afraid if I tried to sing my voice would come out sounding like an eighty year old woman. Tristan and I had gone over and over it. It was fun practicing with him, and although he didn’t say it, I got the impression that he was happy with my voice. We were singing a duet that Chris Brown and Jordin Sparks had made famous: No Air. It was a love song. Tristan had, of course, changed the music so the tempo was more rock and less pop. I liked it though. He was genius when music was involved.
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