Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 01 Pt. 02

"What do you mean?" I asked, somewhat taken aback. Was she saying I wasn't actually happy? Cause I was. I completely was.

Dr. White paused for a good few seconds. She then set her notebook down on the table next to her.

"Do you want to know why I wanted to meet with you in the first place?" she asked.

"Uh... sure," I replied. Seemingly weighing her options, she continued.

"I've been meeting with Annie for quite a long time now, and I had an incomplete sketch of you in my head," she stated, sitting back. "And that was enough to get by for a while, but as things progressed and some of her fears came to the surface, I needed to get a better picture of you to actually make any real progress." I nodded at this, unsure where this was going. "Eddie, the reason I needed to meet with you is because your wife can't shake the feeling that you're going to cheat on her."

I shook my head.

"What?" I said, completely taken aback. Was this for real? Did Annie actually feel this way? Was Dr. White even supposed to be telling me this? What was happening here?

"I believed that the only way I could help Annie was meet you for myself," she began. "Talk to you, feel you out. In situations like this, it's either the wife having a bad history of being cheated on, or other issues with commitment. Or, the husband is truly looking to step out and cheat on her. In the case of you and Annie, I fear it's both."

"Excuse me?" I asked, stunned again. "Are you saying that I'm looking to cheat on my wife? Cause... that's bullshit. I'm not!" I said firmly. Dr. White smiled sadly.

"Typically, with the husbands in scenarios like this, they are either actively seeking to cheat, or sending out some unspoken signals that he's looking at other women and that he's not truly satisfied. I think for you, Eddie, it's the latter," she said, trying to diagnose me. I was still completely gob smacked by this accusation.

"No." I said simply. "You're completely wrong."

"I don't think I am..." she said firmly, and with an almost smug confidence that kind of made my blood boil.

"Explain it then." I said firmly, sitting up and throwing up my hands, waiting to be convinced of an impossibility.

"You said it yourself," she replied, not backing down from her claim. "You weren't asking questions until someone else got in your head. A woman who all but made it obvious that she wanted to get in your pants until she found out you had a girlfriend." I winced slightly at this. Did Callie actually want to do that? No... it was just her looking back at our younger days, not anything beyond that... right? "She wanted you, and in lieu of getting what she wanted, she got in your head. She convinced you to dump whatever 10 out of 10 you were dating at the time, and if you'd just happened to run into her again, you'd have probably convinced yourself it was your idea to go out with her. You would have convinced yourself that it was totally your choice to put a ring on her finger."

"She's not like that," I replied. "This wasn't some... 4D chess maneuver. Callie was just... chatting."

"Are you sure about that?" she asked. She was just being friendly, wasn't she? Just reminiscing about the old days. Nothing more than that.

Right?

"You don't see the conflict of interest?" Dr. White asked skeptically. "This other woman, Callie... a woman who didn't measure up to the girls you preferred, who fully admitted to once wanting you, got in your head and convinced you to reject something you clearly enjoyed, out of pure jealousy. Trying to get you to feel... what? Some sense of shame that you'd be judged for your perfectly normal and understandable tastes? Frankly, that's an incredibly rude thing to say, is it not? I don't know how you can look back and view her fondly and not as... kind of a bitch."

"I..." I paused, shocked by her language, but I figured she was maybe trying to get me to react. Not wanting to bite on what she was saying, I simply examined the question she asked. Was she right? I mean, she seemed so convinced about it that maybe I was wrong. But I don't think Callie meant any malice by what she said. I really didn't. She was really nice. But... maybe there was a shred of doubt there where there wasn't before.

"Okay..." I began, shaking my head. "I hear you, and maybe you're right, but I really don't think so. Agree to disagree, I guess. But whatever. What would that even prove?"

"Well, by your own admission, you are somewhat vulnerable to assertive women," Dr. White stated. "Even if I'm off-base, your conversation with your friend did affect you greatly. Even if she wasn't trying to get in your pants, which... frankly, she clearly was... she got in your head very effectively. And you know why that is? Cause you got trained to like it. You were a bit passive and shy when you were young, and probably pretty easy to wrap around their fingers, and those assertive young women took great pleasure in that fact. And even if you didn't respond to this level of assertiveness and dominance, after years of dating girls that shared these qualities, you all but trained yourself to respond to it. To aggressive women telling you how it is. Does that make sense?" she asked firmly.

Despite my annoyance, I could certainly see the logic in the argument. But I didn't see what that had to do with the greater argument she was making.

"So, what? What does this matter?" I asked.

"Well, if what I say is true, then you could make the same argument about the juicy bodies all your exes had..." Dr. White claimed.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"Eddie..." she began slowly. "For years, you mostly dated girls with big breasts. Or a perfect, juicy ass. Or both. But the sake of the simplicity, let's just focus on breasts. Big... round... breasts," she said firmly, and despite myself, the words did send a tingle down my spine. "For years, you dated these girls with such admirably large cup sizes. For years, you got to put your hands on pair after pair of round, smooth tits. For years, you got to spend your nights sucking on a pair of large, firm, mouthwatering breasts. For years, you'd get to feel set after set of heavy, round tits dragging across your face. Even if you didn't like it at first, you did it so much it became a part of you. It etched itself into your permanent desires, and you just can't shake that. Even if an addict quits their respective vice, to say they never crave it again is... laughably naïve."

Again, the logic seemed sound, despite my annoyance with her. However, her argument had holes in it.

"Dr. White, I fail to see what this has to do with you claiming I want to cheat," I stated firmly.

"You lash out at me because you know in your heart that you would never do it, and honestly... I completely believe you," she stated with feeling. "I have no doubt that you have consciously never considered actually cheating."

"Okay..." I replied slowly, not sure how she was planning to make her point.

"But subconsciously, you're sending out signals. Like an addict with a craving, you are always on the lookout, even if you don't know you're doing it. It's been so deeply ingrained into you that it's an instinct, whether you like it or not," Dr. White claimed. I shook my head, completely taken aback.

"That's not true at all," I responded.

"C'mon, Eddie. You've never stolen a glimpse at a nice pair of tits? You've never stared at a woman's ass and watched it bounce back and forth?" She asked. My mind flashed to mere minutes prior, watching Dr. White's shaking ass as she walked. No... that was an anomaly. Not the norm.

"No... I don't make it a habit to steal peeks at women," I replied defensively. Sure, I'd probably accidentally gotten a few peeks here and there, as any person would, but it certainly wasn't a trend like she was saying. Then, my mind flashed to a few days prior, me and Dr. White chatting. I'd gotten a few glimpses then for sure, but frankly in that outfit it would have been impossible not to notice. Luckily, I'd been pretty discreet about it, subtle enough about the one or two quick glimpses I'd taken that I'm sure she hadn't caught on. Realizing that my words mere seconds prior might not be as true as I probably hoped, I opted to double down, knowing my intentions were in the right place even if there'd been one or two small oopsies. "I think I probably used to do so when I was young and dumb, but I honestly don't really think I do it at all anymore." I stated firmly. At this, Dr. White smiled at me like I had said something dumb. Taking her time, she waited a few moments before responding.

"Eddie..." she began calmly. "You couldn't take your eyes off MY tits back at that parking lot..."

The words were taken out of me. I...I... she'd seen me! I thought I'd been subtle. I had done my best not to be obvious about it, but in the moment... I hadn't been able to stop myself. The fact that she'd noticed was truly mortifying.

"I... I..." I stammered, sweat forming on my brow, looking for words that I just couldn't find. But she didn't seem to be upset by this. She seemed perfectly pleased about it.

"Eddie, it's fine!" she said, grinning warmly. "I'm not in the least bit offended, and I am certainly not about to tell Annie about it anytime soon."

"It... it was a weak moment," I said, looking down, horrified to be caught in a lie that misrepresented my feelings. "I'm sorry. It was just... it had been a long day, and I had a lot on my mind." She sat back and smirked, looking as pleased as punch.

"What were you thinking about?" she asked calmly.

"I'd..." I began, before realizing what I was about to say would just support her argument. But it felt almost too late to avoid it. "I was thinking about our last meeting, and my past and all of it... it stirred up shit." A knowing grin was etched on her face.

"So, you were thinking about all your gorgeous, busty ex-girlfriend's, then you found yourself staring at the first great pair of breasts you could find?" she said pointedly, seeming to find some enjoyment in twisting the knife.

"I... I'm sorry. It was rude, and inappropriate. Like I said, a weak moment," I said, beyond embarrassed. "But that is not me."

"Eddie, I'm not offended at all! Trust me! If anything, I'm just happy to have my theories proven to be correct!" she stated happily, despite my turmoil. She grabbed her notebook from her side table and resumed taking notes. As she wrote a lot of stuff down, I took the opportunity to defend myself.

"I know what you think, and clearly, I've had some weaker moments... any man does. But I have no desire to cheat on my wife! Honest!" I pleaded with her, knowing recent events made my words far less meaningful than I'd hoped.

Dr. White smiled and sat back, staring at me for a few moments before talking.

"I have this other patient, Krystal..." she began, pulling off her glasses, setting them down on the small table next to her. I was a bit surprised by this pivot in the conversation. She closed her notebook in her hand and continued. "She's about your age. Gorgeous, skinny, long black hair, a nice round ass, and absolutely gigantic breasts. Just your type, a true 'big-titty girl'!" she joked with a grin, making me wince in embarrassment. "Her issue is that she is a total sex addict. If she was having sex twice a day, every day, it wouldn't be enough. She was completely and utterly insatiable. When she wasn't having sex, she was thinking about sex. She loved porn and smut, just anything about sex she could get her hands on. Her needs were unquenchable. And in my time working with her, we've been working to get her desires down into their proper place, so she can be a functioning member of society and not just a woman with a hot body seeking out nasty sex every day. A more spiritually fulfilling existence, sort of like what you were claiming to seek out. But anyways... her default was to just do very nasty, very wicked things, and it's been a challenge changing things that are so fundamental to her."

"Why are you telling me this?" I asked, not really in the mood for stories. But she was undeterred.

"At first, I had trouble managing her. We were just such different people that I had problems meeting her at her level," she stated. "And I confess, it's probably not the best thing to say, but at first, I didn't truly give her the respect and empathy I needed to. She was an addict seeking her next fix, and I probably wasn't giving the things she was saying in the heat of the moment the proper level of thought and reflection." Dr. White paused again and smiled to herself. "I've been thinking about her case a lot lately. I've, uh... after recent events, I've kinda started moving in a new direction in my work. And looking back at some of the things she said and did, I see a lot of honest, unfiltered truth, things I was too... academically minded... to give credence to before."

"One of the things she admitted to was that once she was well into sexual adventures, whenever she met with a prospective guy, and she even somewhat liked him, she would fuck him on the first date. As a rule. She said she knew how a relationship would go based solely on how good the sex was." I listened intently despite still not seeing where she was going with it. "At first, I wrote this off as her justifying her own behavior, but recently, in thinking it over, I kinda see the point she was making. She might not have thought about it in the same way I do, but... I think, in a very real way, a person is at their most honest when they're in bed with a partner. They are at their most exposed, and that allows their partner to... see them... in the most honest, true way possible. A man could seem all put-together and perfect on a date, but if a girl goes home with him, and the only way he can get off is to tie a girl down and choke her till she can't breathe and she's just on the edge of passing out, he might not be the best man to be with, despite how good he might seem on the outside. Or the opposite, if a woman goes out with a guy, and they don't have a lot in common, but the sex is so good it makes her mind melt... she'll probably put in the time to make it work. She'll work to make that man her soulmate, you know?" she said with a laugh.

"But the point I'm focusing on is how raw and exposed you are in a sexual setting. How you behave... to put it bluntly... how you fuck... it says a lot about you. For men, pussy can be kind of a truth serum, and the pursuit of it and experience of it can be illustrative of their true nature. Sexual feelings are deeply ingrained within a person's psyche. They go hand-in-hand. Interlinked. And, as I was saying during our last meeting, those important moments where those sexual feelings get etched in stone in someone is when they become sexually active, which is typically around high school or college age. In your case, Eddie, at those critical moments where you were supposed to dictate your own feelings, you instead ceded the choice to the whims of what sounds like many very attractive, very decisive, very busty young women. They molded your desires like clay until they hardened into stone, and this was done without you even realizing it."

"So, you're saying I don't even have a choice? That it's too late?" I asked, not fully signing off on these theories, but trying to understand what she was saying. She smiled sadly.

"My other patient, Krystal... she's made so much wonderful progress. She really has," she began, smiling proudly. "She's always said she wants to be a wife and a mom, and have a big family, and a big house, and just have a normal life. But that had always seemed so far off in the distance that she never really saw it becoming a reality. And now, she's so close to doing just that. She's kept her sexual desires in check for a just over a year now. She's kept herself out of situations where she could fall back into her old ways. She's working as a nurse, and unlike other jobs she's had, she's been able to hold that job down without incident. She's doing all the things necessary to improve her life. That being said, I just know that if a situation were to arise where she could somehow get all those things she wants, if she could be a wife and a mom, and also live a life where she could be getting her pussy demolished five times a day while getting spoiled rotten... she would take that deal in an instant. She would throw all her success away. All that personal improvement and spiritual growth would go out the window if she could indulge her basest desires without it actually impeding her life in any way. Those desires are so deeply ingrained in her that they won't go away. Ever."

"So, in your case, Eddie, I fear that your careless youth might have imprinted on you so deeply that you will never fully be free of it. You will always, on some level, want and desire a woman with large, round, perfect tits. You will always want a woman with a great ass that is so round and juicy it will drive you crazy. No matter your protests otherwise, whenever you have another one those... 'weak moments'... that's where your mind will go. Or if you're in the midst of some lovemaking with your wife, and you need that extra push to go over the edge. It'll always be there, right at the fringes of your mind. You need to keep up your defenses at all moments in an attempt to hold off your inner desires, cause if you don't, you'll know where you'll end up. And if you ask me, Eddie, having to live every moment on guard... that sounds exhausting. It's not your natural state. It's no way to go through life. And frankly, if you're not careful, it's one that's doomed to fail."

I was kind of floored. She was talking about me as if I had some terminal illness. Some hopeless affliction that I would never be able to overcome, based on... what? A stray glance? The more I thought about it, the more upset I got.

"You're talking about me as if I'm some hopeless case," I began, getting angry. "Because of what? Because I accidentally looked at your breasts? That because of that, I'm gonna cheat on the woman I love. Because of a single weak moment?"

"That's not what I'm saying at all," Dr. White replied calmly. "What I'm trying to say is that there is something inside you that will never fully be gone. Not just your past, but the lingering mark it left on you. To put it in more blunt terms, if there is a woman with a perfect, juicy, mouthwatering ass walking right in front of you... you will always sneak a peek. If you're talking to a woman with massive, round, firm breasts... you will always stare. You might not even know you're doing it. But even if you aren't aware of what you're doing, your eyes will still look. Your body will send out signals that it likes the sight, which others will register. Women will recognize this, including Annie. Your wife will always sense that something is off. These things, these lingering desires... they fester. If you don't address them, that urge inside... that longing... it will keep growing and growing and growing. Until it bursts out and you do something very, very wrong. That's why you can't keep your feelings contained. You have to address them. You have to admit to them. You have to deal with them. Only then will you find help. Only then will you find true happiness."

"What are you talking about?" I said, still angry but more confused. It felt like she was seeing something that I didn't. It was as if I had a splinter, and she was trying to convince me I was gonna die. "I think you're blowing this way out of proportion. One little, uh... slip..."

"Eddie, you can check my notes, but I had this diagnosis clocked after our first appointment," she said, holding up her notebook, as if daring me to call her bluff. "Everything that's happened since has only confirmed it."

"I... I'm not just saying this. I don't have a problem with looking at women!" I affirmed. I honestly didn't believe I was sneaking glances at woman on the regular. Sure, after a long day, I had snuck glances at Dr. White, but that was almost as much due to the surprise of what I was seeing. I didn't realize she had such an incredible body. I hadn't gotten that vibe from her at all during our first appointment. So, seeing her dressed as she was and having a body like that... it was a shock, to say the least. But that's all it was.