Chapter 1
“Every time I see you, I want to tell one of those bad gynecologist jokes,” I said to my sex therapist friend Hannah at our weekly luncheon.
Hannah rolled her eyes as she took another bite of her salad. Her practice seemed to be the never-ending butt of jokes among our friends, but she’d learned to take the digs with good humor.
“Well you know I’m a far cry from a gynecologist, but I could use a little laugh today, so if you really need to get it out of your system, lay it on me.”
“Ok, so this old lady goes to see her dentist,” I started. “When her appointment is called, she sits in the chair, lowers her underpants, and raises her legs...”
“Uh huh,” Hannah murmured, lifting a glass of soda water to her lips to signal her disinterest.
“So the dentist says,” I continued, ‘Excuse me, but I’m not a gynecologist.’”
I paused long enough for Hannah to begin swallowing her water. “‘I know,’ said the old lady. ‘I want you to take my husband’s teeth out.’”
Hannah lurched forward, spewing her soda water all over her salad as she raised her hand to her mouth, coughing loudly.
“Are you okay?” I said, glancing at the surrounding restaurant patrons alarmed by the sudden commotion at our table.
“Y–yeah,” Hannah gagged. “The water just went down the wrong way. I wasn’t expecting that punchline.”
“Pretty good, right?” I smiled.
“Better than most, I’ll grant you,” she nodded. “But I don’t know why you guys always make fun of my practice. Someone has to help all the sexually dysfunctional people out there.”
“I know,” I said, frowning sheepishly. “It’s just hard to imagine what goes on in your office when people talk candidly about their sex lives.”
“You’d be surprised,” Hannah said, taking another swig of water to clear her throat. “In fact, I was thinking of inviting you to one of my sessions sometime.”
I pinched my eyebrows and shook my head, surprised at her offer.
“As a patient or as an observer?”
“You don’t need any help with your sex life,” she said. “You’re already miles ahead of me with all your wild escapades and adventures. I’d like to present you as more of a role model for what a healthy, sexually uninhibited person looks like.”
“What would you have me do exactly? Don’t you have to protect patient-doctor privilege? I thought you guys had to keep everything at arms-length, so to speak.”
“I’ve been experimenting with some different strategies lately,” Hannah smiled. “Let’s just say I’ve been trying out some more active therapeutic techniques.”
“No way!” I said, widening my eyes as I rested my cocktail on the table so as not to spill it. “Isn’t that against the rules? I thought you had to maintain a certain degree of professional distance or risk losing your license.”
“I still do. The only difference is now I encourage them to practice some of the prescribed self-empowerment techniques in my office instead of at home, so I can coach and guide them more actively. Besides, everybody signs a waiver before we take it to the next level.”
“Holy shit!” I said, shaking my glass incredulously. “While you watch them touch themselves intimately?”
“Sometimes,” Hannah nodded. “But most patients prefer to be concealed behind a protective screen when they first start the process.”
“So you basically guide them through a facilitated masturbation session?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes. I find most patients need a little more active engagement to get them over the hump becoming comfortable enjoying sex with another person. You’d be surprised how many sexually dysfunctional women there are out there.”
“So most of your patients are women?”
“Yes–I find them much more interesting to work with.”
“Oh my God,” I panted, beginning to feel my panties moisten under my tight jeans. “I’d love to be a fly on the wall in one of these sessions. How do you manage to stay focused when things start to heat up? Don’t you get aroused while these women pleasure themselves?”
Hannah shifted uncomfortably in her chair, signaling for the waiter to bring her another cocktail.
“I do. At first, I just kind of squirmed in my chair and squeezed my legs together in frustration. But I’ve discovered a more animated way to keep myself stimulated while I watch my patients enjoying themselves.”
My eyes flew open as the fluid in my cocktail glass began to tremble.
“You stick a vibrator down your pants?!” I said. “Isn’t that kind of noisy? How do you hide that from your patients?”
“It’s not just any vibrator,” Hannah said with a crooked grin. “Our friend Cheryl from the local Babeland store introduced me to a new kind of toy. It’s designed by a woman to mimic the touch and movement of real fingers and lips. It doesn’t buzz so much as hum as it undulates both inside and on the outside of your vulva.”
“Jesus!” I squealed, furrowing my brow in frustration. “Just when I thought I had the full collection of the latest toys. What does this thing look like?”
Hannah opened up her purse and passed me a large finger-shaped device attached to a hollow cone at the base.
“I just happen to carry one with me wherever I go,” she said. “See for yourself.”
I peered at the strange-looking object, stroking the soft silicone surface gently.
“It sure doesn’t look like anything I’ve seen before. How does it work if it doesn’t vibrate?”
“The long finger-shaped appendage goes inside you and bends in a series of come-hither motions against your G-spot. Give it a try by tapping the control button on the base one time.”
I pressed the button and the finger began waving toward me like some kind of animatronic alien finger.
“What the fuck?” I said. “That’s insane! It moves just like a real finger. And it hardly makes a sound.”
“That the best part. You can use it anywhere. Even in a crowded restaurant. You should give it a try. Pretend that you’re reclining on a couch in my office.”
I glanced around the table to make sure no one else had seen the strange device that I was fondling at the table.
“It’s tempting,” I said, peering into the orifice at the top of the cone. “But what’s with this little hole near the bottom of the device? What goes on there?”
“See for yourself,” Hannah smiled. “Tap the button a second time. You might be in for a bit of a surprise.”
I tapped the button again and a long, tongue-shaped object pushed up out of the hole and began undulating like a hypnotic snake against my palm.
My eyes grew wide as saucers as Hannah nodded at me with a huge smirk.
“Like I said,” she grinned. “It’s not a vibrator so much as a replicator. Doesn’t it remind you of a real finger and tongue?”
“In a weird, perverted, ET kind of way–yeah.”
Hannah lowered her gaze and nodded toward my midsection.
“You’ve got to feel it down there to really appreciate it. Go ahead–give it a try. No one needs to know besides us girls.”
“Seriously?” I said. “Right here?!”
“Why not? There’s a long skirt surrounding the table. You can loosen your pants and insert it inside you without anyone knowing. Let me have a little bit of fun watching you pleasure yourself for a change. We haven’t been together that way in quite a while.”
“I have to admit,” I huffed. “I am insanely horny right now. I’m dying to try this thing out. But what are you going to do while I amuse myself?”
“I’m going to eat my salad like we’re having a normal luncheon. This is all about you girl, don’t worry about me. Knock yourself out.”
“I can’t believe I’m thinking about doing this,” I said, watching the tongue slither back into its hole as I turned the toy off temporarily.
“It should be pretty easy to insert it if you’re already properly worked up,” Hannah said, lifting her glass to her lips.
I glanced to both sides of our table to make sure nobody else was watching, then reached under the tablecloth and unzipped my jeans, pulling them down to the floor. I could feel my juices already pooling on the wooden chair between my legs as I lowered the device under the table.
“Just be sure to position it so the hole is over your clit,” Hannah whispered.
“I’m all over that,” I nodded, slowly inserting the bulbous tip into my opening.
It slipped inside my slit smoothly, and I gasped as I pushed it all the way up inside me.
“It’s not like just any old finger, is it?” Hannah grinned.
“No,” I panted. “It’s longer and fatter than most.”
“It’s designed with the ideal shape and form to stimulate your G-spot. If you’ve got it pressed all the way inside, turn it on to see what it feels like when it’s animated.”
I glanced around me nervously, watching the other restaurant patrons lost in conversation with their partners.
“Are you sure I’m going to be able to control myself in full view of all these customers? What if I break out into a Meg Ryan in front of all these people?”
“That’ll be up to you to keep things under control as much as you can. But if not, what’s the worst that can happen? Just like in the movie, everybody will want to know what you ordered that made you so happy.”
“Very funny,” I said, fumbling to find the control button on the base of the unit resting over my mound.
I pressed the button and began squirming in my chair as the long pointed finger began caressing me like no lover I ever had.
“Uhnn,” I groaned, feeling the unusual stimulation inside my pussy.
“Not too bad, is it?” Hannah smiled. “Imagine all that going on while you’re watching one of my patients pleasuring themselves.”
“Is that really possible?” I said, getting even more turned on at the thought of watching one of her clients playing with herself in Hannah’s private office.
“I’ve been thinking about it for a while,” Hannah nodded. “It’s the logical next step in the process of learning to become fully functional in a paired relationship. I’ve already had a few of my patients suggest they’d like me to guide them through their first encounter with another partner.”
“You know how I like to watch,” I groaned, as my eyes began to glaze over from the delicate sensation of the long finger rubbing up against my G-spot.
Hannah crossed her legs under the table and began to bob up and down as she flexed her buttocks and thighs together watching me get off.
“I do,” she said, lifting her cocktail glass off the table and sliding her tongue around the rim suggestively. “Try the tongue action now.”
“You’re such a tease,” I hissed, reaching under the tablecloth and tapping the control button one more time.
When I felt the flexible appendage push out of the hole and begin rolling over my hard clit, I bent over my place setting, grasping the handles of my chair tightly.
“That’s it, babe,” Hannah purred. “Feel the rhythm. Close your eyes and imagine it’s your fantasy partner licking your pussy. Surrender to the feeling...”
“Is this how you do it with your clients?” I panted. “Talking to them all sexy while they play with themselves?”
“Sometimes,” Hannah smiled. “Or sometimes I just let them do most of the vocalization while they tell me what they’re doing behind the screen.”
I spread my knees further apart imagining myself in one of her sessions.
“Do they ever get to the point where they’re comfortable letting you watch them?”
“That’s the ultimate goal. I’ve had a number of clients reach that level already. But I’d like to try taking it one step further. That’s where you come in–”
“Tell me, Han,” I moaned, beginning to lose myself in the fantasy. “Tell me what you want me to do with your sexy patients.”
“We’ll start out slowly at first,” she instructed. “We’ll just have you listen to them moan and purr as they begin the process of self-discovery behind the safety of their protective screen. But you’ll have to be quiet at first to not distract their self-focus.”
“At this point,” I said, beginning to feel the pleasure spreading over my entire body. “That might be enough. With this amazing device doing its thing, I could probably get off listening to the sound of running water.”
“That’s the intent,” Hannah laughed. “At least for my clients. But in order for them to become truly uninhibited and be able to function competently, the next step would be for the two of you to emerge from your hiding places and become comfortable watching each other in a face-to-face setting.”
“Fuck, yes,” I panted. “If I can help another soul learn to enjoy the full pleasures of lesbian sex, count me in!”
“I know you won’t have any trouble participating in this next phase of the process,” Hannah smiled. “Just try to keep some of your more extreme methods in check for a while so you don’t scare away my customers.”
“I promise to keep my big dildos at home if you insist,” I smirked.
“Once we get them feeling comfortable touching themselves and achieving climax in this voyeur scenario, the last step will be for the two of you to join together on the same couch and explore each other with more direct contact.”
“Can I break out some of my favorite moves then?”
“If you find your partner is responding appropriately. Just be careful to always be gentle and focused on her needs. If you get to the point where she feels comfortable getting more inventive, by all means–”
“Oh, I’ve got the means alright,” I moaned, imaging myself straddling one of her patients with her legs splayed wide apart as we ground our pussies together and I watched her come all over me. “How soon can we set this up?”
“I’ve got a certain patient in mind. She’s young and never been with another woman before. She’s had some unfulfilling experiences with men and confided that she’s always fantasized about being with a woman. We’ll just have to ease her into it carefully. Are you up for the opportunity, assuming she’s game?”
“You know I am,” I grunted, pressing harder down against the artificial tongue. “But first, tell me more about this girl...”
“She’s nineteen, a sophomore in college, with a cheerleader’s body–”
“She’s athletic then?”
“Oh yes,” Hannah smiled. “Tight ass, firm tits, and legs that could wrap all the way around you while you tribbed her virgin pussy–”
“Oh God, Han,” I moaned. “I can’t take it any longer. Sign me up–I want to taste her sweet pussy in my mouth...”
“Yes, Jade,” Hannah purred. “Let it go, hun. Surrender to the feeling–”
As I imagined the co-ed writhing in ecstasy sitting on my face, the pleasure generated by the lifelike sex toy suddenly peaked, and I bit my lip as I began convulsing in my chair. I’d never fought so hard to remain quiet during a powerful orgasm in my entire life. There was something about the experience of cumming surrounded by scores of oblivious restaurant patrons that made the experience all the more erotic. While I twisted and squirmed in my chair, Hannah smiled as she raised her glass in toast to me.
“Congratulations, Jade,” she said. “You’ve just passed the first test with flying colors.”
