by Tom Benson
Heather too felt the intensity of the act and her orgasm was triggered by her inner pleasure and the joy of hearing her lover cry out for more.
Heather gasped, and slowly withdrew both devices from Lauren. “Now … get onto … your back … lover.”
“Oh, Heather … I can’t wait … to fuck you … with … those things.”
Heather lifted the lube and applied more to the double device before she moved the finger around to be under the phallus. She applied more lube to her lover’s anus and slipped two fingers inside as she watched the expression on Lauren’s face.
“I want you … sucking my nipples … as I thrust these … into you this time.” Heather leant forward and used one hand to ensure she was properly lined up for a double insertion. “Are you ready … lover?”
“Mmm.” Lauren reached up to hold Heather as she came down on her.
As they kissed, Heather thrust the double dildo inside Lauren’s holes and then probed Lauren’s mouth with her tongue—maximum fucking of three holes by one person on another. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Heather raised her head and allowed her gorgeous breasts to dangle over Lauren’s eager mouth.
While she teased and sucked gently on her lover’s erect nipples, Lauren luxuriated in the pounding of her pussy and anus by Heather. Above the panting was the soft moans of pleasure from Heather as she was continually pleasured by the short, thick phallus gripped inside her.
Although not simultaneous, the two women enjoyed their orgasms within a minute of each other, and they lay in a close embrace, panting and kissing when they had sufficient breath.
After she’d removed the harness, Heather cleaned all the parts and lay it on the bed. “I’ll go and fetch us a cool drink while our bodies recover.” She laughed and strolled out of the room, full in the knowledge that her lover would be watching her every step.
At first, when Lauren fitted the harness to herself, it felt peculiar, but matching the strange sensation was the arousal she felt—the thought of returning the treatment Heather had given her. The pair used a similar sequence to their earlier activity, but, of course, with the roles reversed, so Lauren was able to use every ounce of her energy to hump Heather’s gorgeous body.
When the two lovers finally lay down they were exhausted, but completely satisfied.
A Brief Exchange
Monday 3rd April, 2006
Following breakfast, the lovers sat out beside the pond to enjoy a pot of coffee.
“What do you think of my two-pronged toy?” Heather laughed.
“I loved it, and I mean on both ends, or should that be on all three ends?” Lauren laughed. “You’ll be telling me next that you thought of me when you saw it.”
“I did.”
The pair laughed hysterically and then relaxed in the warm morning air.
“Lauren, do you really think my radical treatment idea is okay?”
“Yes, as long as you have the right people working with you, and they fully understand your mindset and your methods.” She paused with her coffee halfway to her lips. “How would you train somebody for that type of job?”
“The training will be based mainly on the findings I used for my book. The main physical and psychological aspects would be taken care of because the chosen people will have the life experience and the right attitude.”
“There are those that would suggest it’s only one step away from being a prostitute or courtesan—being paid to perform sexually, but I’d have to disagree with that notion. You’re talking about your staff being part of a team of therapists, but occasionally, if they agree, they may indulge in sex of some description. I believe this will work for you because you believe in it.”
“Before you came up here, I wasn’t sure if I could ask you this, but I’d rather do it in person than by letter.” Heather inhaled deeply. “Would you consider joining my team, Lauren?”
Lauren turned slowly to face her friend. “Seriously?”
“I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, I shouldn’t—”
“You haven’t offended me at all, but me … doing what you’ve described … I’d be able to do the sex thing, but the psychological side would be beyond me.”
“Would you consider it if I said I could train you in the theoretical aspects?”
Lauren stared at Heather in disbelief but nodded. “Yes, I will consider it. How long would I have to give an answer?”
“As I said, I’d like to open the clinic in January 2007, which is only a few months away. If we considered getting used to the idea, being involved in the treatment of my present clients, and ongoing training—August 31st would be my preferred deadline for an answer. That would be when I’d have to start recruiting.”
Lauren turned to look across the forest to the mountains. “I have to admit, I’ve looked forward to coming up here and seeing you, and … hearing about your plans, but I never thought for a minute I’d be a part of them.” She turned to face Heather again. “I will think it over, and I’m not offended—I’m honoured that you think I’d be capable.”
Heather reached out and squeezed her friend’s hand. “Thank you, Lauren.”
There was a two-tone noise from the house.
Heather checked her watch. “Oh, heavens, that will be the woman who called about counselling.”
“Go on, I’ll be fine sitting here enjoying the beautiful surroundings.”
“Are you sure, Lauren—I feel terrible leaving you—”
“Hey, I understand. You told me there was the possibility of a new client calling—get out there.”
Twenty minutes later, Heather reappeared at the back door and stepped out into the garden.
“Lauren, this is Sarah, and she insisted on coming out to meet you.”
Lauren stood to face the tall, attractive woman. She was buxom and looked like a fair-haired version of Heather. “Hello, Sarah, I’m pleased to meet you.”
“Hello, Lauren.” Sarah took Lauren’s hand and held it briefly. “Heather was telling me that you are only up here for a couple of days, so I’m sorry to have interrupted your time together.”
“Please, don’t let it worry you, Sarah.”
“It was important to me to apologise, and now I thank you for being so gracious.”
The two women retook each other’s hand briefly before Sarah turned and was led back out to her car.
Heather returned a few minutes later and sat down. “What did you think in those few minutes?”
“Attractive, mature, good manners and an intense gaze.”
“Well, all we’ve done so far is arrange her first appointment, but I think you can add something else to all the things you spotted.”
“What else?”
“Curious, unless I’m very much mistaken.” Heather smiled and looked at Lauren’s expression. “Yes, I do mean curious in the way you’re thinking.” She laughed.
“How did you come to that assumption—was it something she said?”
“We got out to the front, and before she got into her car, Sarah said she didn’t know which one of us to feast her eyes on.”
“If you play your cards right, you might find out if those legs of hers look good all the way up.”
Once again, the friends laughed in unison demonstrating the similarity in their thought process.
* * *
The train pulled out of Edinburgh Waverley and after a final wave to Heather, Lauren opened her shoulder bag and lifted out the reading material her friend had offered for the journey. Lauren smiled as she looked at the impressive front cover, which depicted three clinical symbols of sexuality. It was holographic, so when the book was tilted the symbols changed to others.
‘Sexuality, and Perceived Disorders by Dr Heather Clement, MB BS, CC(S)T, ST’. Lauren lifted a few strands of her ash-blonde hair from in front of her eyes and turned the book over to read the blurb on the back cover.
‘This is neither a handbook or a humorous take on a serious topic—it is a four-year stud
y by a person qualified to compile the information. The author has used experience, combined with a considerable number and range of interviews, which were conducted with a wide variety of sexual persuasions.
The author has included a broad age-group in her studies, combined with people who have altered their lifestyle to accommodate their sexual preference. Indeed, some of those interviewed resorted to surgery to achieve their goals.
It is a book of observation, rather than assumption, and if you have any doubts about sexuality, and what you perceive to be a personality disorder, this is a book for you.’
Lauren turned the book around and started reading. Apart from buying a coffee from the trolley vendor moving through the train, and two visits to the toilet, Lauren spent the entire journey reading Heather’s book.
Many hours later when she arrived at the gallery and went upstairs to her apartment the first thing she did after dropping her bag, was to circle 31st August on her calendar.
Lauren made herself a coffee and sent a short text to let Heather know she’d arrived home safely. She then flicked through the recent pictures on her phone, sighing as she looked at the forests, mountains and other scenes which surrounded Heather’s clinic. A few more clicks took her to the pictures she took of the upstairs accommodation, and the attic area which according to Heather ‘would make a wonderful studio, complete with two large skylight window’.
Before going to bed, Lauren went online to leave a five-star review of Heather’s book—for customers on both sides of the Atlantic.
* * *
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Sunday 6th August, 2006
The days passed as everything continued normally in Lauren’s life, except that deep down she knew there was a big decision waiting to be made. Appropriately, it was while in bed alone after a birthday meal that Lauren’s mind was made up.
Gordon wanted to celebrate Lauren’s birthday and had invited both his staff out to a fancy restaurant. The three of them enjoyed the evening, and while they chatted as they drank wine afterwards, it had been a clear sign to Lauren that she was in a rut. Yes, she had a job which she enjoyed, a lovely boss, and an equally lovely part-time colleague. She kept herself fit with an almost daily workout, but the whole thing was a day-by-day existence and had been for years.
When Gordon had organised a taxi for the two girls, he set off on foot to go home. The taxi driver was asked to drop Kathryn off first, and then take Lauren to the gallery. The car pulled away from the kerbside, and the driver closed the partition window between him and his passengers.
Although they’d had wine, it didn’t strike Lauren that they’d had a lot, but Kathryn was more open than usual.
“Gordon is such a nice man,” Kathryn said. “I know he’s gay, but apart from his voice, he’s not camp, so you wouldn’t know to look at him.”
“You’ll find that gay or bisexual people are only obvious if it’s their intention.”
“Oh, Lauren, I’m sorry, I—”
“What are you apologising for—don’t be so silly. It’s not a disease to like your own gender, or more than one.” Lauren smiled, and briefly placed a hand on Kathryn’s thigh.
Kathryn glanced at the partition between them and the driver and whispered, “Is it really different, you know kissing a man, or … a woman?”
“Have you ever kissed a woman?”
“No, and I’ve only really had three boyfriends, so I don’t have much to compare.”
“Have you ever wondered about kissing a woman?”
Kathryn looked down and bit her lip briefly. “I have … thought about it … you know, but it’s just a curiosity thing.”
“Was it a particular woman who caught your eye, or have you sometimes just thought about it?”
Kathryn half-turned to face Lauren, smiled nervously, and then looked down at her twiddling fingers on her lap.
Lauren whispered, “Is it me you thought about, Kathryn?”
The younger woman nodded but didn’t look up.
“Would you like to know how it feels?”
“How would I—”
Lauren placed a forefinger under Kathryn’s chin and without effort turned her lovely face so that their gaze met. “Would you like to know, Kathryn—nobody will hear about it?”
“What if … I liked it?”
“Well, kissing’s not going to make you pregnant … or make you a lesbian.”
Kathryn laughed briefly. Her expression and the way she looked nervously at Lauren’s lips and then her eyes gave away the depth of her curiosity. She continued to stare.
Lauren held Kathryn lightly under the chin with one hand and leant forward to softly brush her lips on Kathryn’s. When she moved her face away and looked, Kathryn’s eyes were still closed, so Lauren kissed her again, but more firmly and then she felt her young friend’s hands hold her by the waist. Lauren probed lightly with her tongue and felt Kathryn’s lips part. She probed again.
“Oh, Lauren … you know how to kiss.” Kathryn was panting and wide-eyed.
“I think you do too, but you’re a little bit nervous.”
A few minutes later, the taxi pulled up, and when Kathryn turned to say good night, Lauren kissed her softly on the lips.
“Good night, Kathryn, you naughty girl.” She laughed.
Kathryn bit her lip. “Good night, Lauren.” She giggled and went to the door of the block. She waved before going inside.
Due to Kathryn’s art classes, she wasn’t at the gallery for a couple of days, and when she did turn up again, she blushed when she approached her colleague. “Hi, Lauren.”
“Hi, sexy,” Lauren said. “Hey, come here.” She waited until they were standing close. “Please don’t feel embarrassed. We’re still the same people.”
“Thank you,” Kathryn whispered and turned to go and make coffee for them both.
“Oh, there was one thing I wanted to tell you, Kathryn.”
She stopped and turned. “Yes?”
“I really enjoyed it.” Lauren winked and smiled as her friend walked away, blushing profusely and giggling.
* * *
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Monday 21st August, 2006
Two weeks had passed since Lauren’s birthday meal, and the momentous decision she’d made lying alone in bed. She had sent a short text to accept the job offer and received ‘XXXXX’ back from Heather as a response. She strolled across the gallery to her young colleague.
Lauren said, “You’ll be graduating soon, Kathryn, but you haven’t mentioned what you’re doing about a job.”
“I haven’t got anything lined up, so I thought, for now, I’d continue here, and maybe squeeze in a few more hours if Gordon can afford to pay me.”
“Would you like to have my job?”
“I’d love your job, and apart from anything else, I’d be out of my parents’ house if I had my own flat.” She laughed. “If you ever think of moving on, please let me know.”
“I’m talking to Gordon about it today, and if he accepts my recommendation, there might be a job and a flat going.”
“You’re joking, Lauren—this place wouldn’t be the same without you.”
“I’ve got until the end of this week to accept a job offer I’ve had, but I want to be content that Gordon’s Galleries won’t suffer by me leaving at short notice.”
“You’re serious—oh, Lauren, I’d miss you if you left.”
“You’d get over it after a week or two.” Lauren laughed.
“I wish I had your ability to be so detached about things.”
“So, may I take it you would like to move in upstairs if I was to leave?”
“It would be a dream come true for me to be anything like you, and as successful as you’ve become.”
“You carry on like that, and I’ll stay just to listen to you singing my praises.”
“Good morning, my darling girls.” Gordon strode across from the door and kissed the girls on both cheeks. “You wanted to speak to me about something important, Lauren.”
“Yes, if you have the time.”
He placed an arm around her shoulder. “Let’s go out to the office, and we’ll have a coffee.”
The two people were missing for half an hour, and then Lauren came out alone. “It’s your turn to have a chat, Kathryn, and I’ve laid the groundwork for you.”
“What?”
“You have a coffee sitting in there waiting for you … and possibly your future.”
“Do I look okay?”
“You could only be improved by being naked—now get in there.”
The remark had the desired effect and caused Kathryn to laugh, and then give herself a shake.
* * *
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Saturday 26th August, 2006
The gallery had a busy day, and the two young women got the final tidying up done and were locked up by five o’clock.
“What are you and your guy up to tonight?” Lauren said.
“Nothing tonight—he’s gone off with a friend to a football match somewhere up north.”
“Would you like to have something to eat with me this evening, and you can have a look at where you’re going to be living?”
“Are you sure that would be okay?”
“I don’t have to consult anybody.”
“How about sending out for pizza, and it’ll save you cooking?”
“Now you’re talking my language. Give your mum a call and let her know, so she isn’t worrying.”
An hour later the friends were sitting on Lauren’s sofa enjoying a coffee.
“Do you think you could get used to living up here?”
“Well, you’ve got every room looking lovely, so if I can make it as presentable, I’ll be happy.”
“Do you like the furniture?”
“It’s all very tasteful—are you leaving any of this stuff?”
“I’m leaving all of it—if you want it. The only things I’m taking will be the belongings I’d usually be able to pack, plus my exercise bike and weights.”
“I get the whole place furnished. Lauren that’s amazing. Thank you.” She half-turned on the sofa and wrapped her arms around Lauren to give her a friendly hug. After a few seconds, instead of moving away completely, Kathryn moved back a little, but kept her arms around Lauren and gazed into her eyes.