The Therapist Ch. 02

Cory had finished dinner and her hot bath and sat in her living room, watching her collection of ' Sex and the City' Although she was watching the television, her mind was on the Jake and how his hands would feel on her body, how his tongue would feel, how he would feel inside of her. Slowly, she unbuttoned the oversized oxford shirt she was wearing and pulled down the fronts of her bra to give her access to her nipples. She let her fingertips run around her nipple before she assaulted them with her fingers, gently squeezing and cupping them as her other hand grazed over her thigh, until it reached the waist band of her panties.

She moaned as she slid her hand under her panties and teased the lips of her pussy, which were already coated in her juices. Gently stroking, until she finally allowed herself the pleasure of feeling a finger inside of her. Cory moaned and slowly began to pull out her finger, deciding to focus on her clit, she rubbed the blood engorged digit gently as she began to create tiny circles, and pleasure began to pulse through her body. Cory's hips began to rock up meeting the gently yet firm hand on her clit, she squeezed her nipples hard, whishing that it was Jake pleasuring her, that it was Jake bringing her on the brink of orgasm.

"Jake, please fuck me." the words escaped her lips, as she could feel the orgasm coming.

"Jake please let me cum." She rasped as her hips started to jerk uncontrollably and her hand started to get tired knowing that release was just around the corner. She worked her hand harder, faster, working through the ache of the muscles that told her to stop. But she couldn't it felt so good, it felt too good. Too good to stop squeezing her tender chocolate dusted nipples, too good to stop pleasing her clit and torturing her hand.

And then she came, her toes flexed and she immediately go a feeling of release as the orgasm calmed her, her fingers still working to get every second of pleasure. After, she laid there, her hand still in her panties, her nipples still pulled out from her bra, and her head thrown back as pleasure and peace glazed her eyes.

Cory's last appointment had left and she waited nervously for Jake. Finally, she heard a strong knock at the door, before it opened and she stood to greet her visitor. "Hi, Jake, do you want to have a seat on the couch and we can get started in just a bit. Ok? Do you want anything to drink? Water, hot tea?" She asked trying to be as professional as possible.

"Um okay, Cory, I mean Dr. Roberts. And no, thanks I don't want anything." He said eyeing her as she came to sit in front of him. She was wearing a crème business suite with a turquoise bustier underneath and crème heels. Her hair was down and came in soft voluminous curls that framed her face and made her look as though she were an angel that had just gotten out of a hot and steamy bed session. Her make up was soft and her lips had a pink tint to them adding to their poutiness. 'Damn she looks good. I should bend her over her desk and take her, right here.' Jake thought. His thoughts were interrupted by Cory who sat in front of him looking at him expectantly.

Cory allowed her eyes to roam all over his body, and take in his black suite and crisp pastel shirt, accented tie, and black leather wing tips which anointed his feet. 'Damn this man is fine and he has nice taste, he even wears pastel colors '

Her tongue trailed the outer corner of her lip and she breathed deep. "Cory, please. So Jake, what would you like to discuss. What do you feel is the problem in your love life?" Over the next hour, Jake explained how women went in and out of his life, while Cory intently listened. The session was actually successfully and allowed Cory enough time to actually settle down and focus on Jakes problem: He dated the same women. All beautiful, skinny, gold digging hussies, that Jake eventually saw through. At the end of the session Cory made her final assessment, "Well Jake I see a pattern in your love life, you date a lot of the same women, I think you should try and date someone who's not what you typically go for. Understand? To allow ourselves to find love and have amazing sex, sometimes we have to go outside of what we know. So why don't you try that and see how it works out?"

"Okay, Cory, but I think I already have found something different." Jake replied giving her a penetrating stare.

Cory brushed it off and quickly got up. "Well good, any woman would be lucky to have you, unfortunately our session is over. Thank you for taking the time to share and I hope I helped you." Cory said looking at the clock in relief.

"Well, thank you Cory, you've really cleared up a lot for me, I should repay you. How about I treat you to dinner? Tonight?" Jake asked, his question hanging in the air.

"Umm Dinner? Tonight? I cant I'm meeting friends, but thank you for the offer." Cory replied a little disappointed and relieved. More disappointed then anything.

Samantha, Lisa and Charles; Cory's best friends could definitely tell something was up. Cory had a gleam in her eye that only came from two things: Love and good sex.

"Sooo Miss Thing, spill!" Charles said as soon as she sat down.

"What?" Cory asked looking around the table in innocence.

"You met a guy" Lisa said with a cocky smile.

"I'm guessing a very hot guy?" Samantha chimed in shaking her head knowingly.

"No, I haven't. I'm not looking to meet men, ya'll and it's been three years since Trevor or since I've had sex and I don't think I'm ready yet...." She said trailing off as her friends looked at her with unbelieving stares. "Okay, so here's the deal...." and Cory began telling them how she met Jake and how she couldn't stop fantasizing about him. "You guys he's so handsome and he's polite, he helped me get fettuccini sauce. Isn't that sweet!" Cory sat there looking at each one like a little kid on Christmas.

Samantha, Charles and Lisa all gave each other knowing looks and Lisa was the first to speak up. "Girl, you have a crush. And I don't mean like a school girl crush. I mean like a 'And I feel like somebody's watching me' stalker crush. You're sprung." As a graceful smile touching the beautiful dark skinned woman's face.

"But ya'll I don't think he likes me, I mean he looks like he goes to the gym all the time and even though I'm not on Maury for being so fat someone has to come U-Haul me out of my house . I'm a curvy woman, you know. And it's been so long, What if I'm bad in bed?" Cory ranted as her shoulders slowly started to hang.

"Whoa, whoa, miss thing. You are not some insecure hooker whose dad didn't hug her enough, you are Cory Roberts, a hot sexy mama and a banging sex therapist. You need to go get your man, and get it together, because you got this." Charles chimed in.

"And you know what else, I can hear your pussy crying out for him.." Samantha started to sing Mario's "Crying out for me" with her own little mix, while trying to stifle a laugh.

The table erupted in laughter. The four continued laughing, eating and drinking. Not noticing that a penetrating green stare was watching their every move. Cory was getting drunker by the minute and was feeling good. Really good. She swayed to the soft music in the background and jumped when she felt a warm hand on her back, almost falling out of her chair. Strong arms caught her and she looked up into intense green eyes.

"Jake?" Cory slightly slurred.

"Hey Cory, are you, drunk?" He asked amusement flickering in his eyes.

"Umm... no....maybe... Why? I'm of age." she replied Securing Cory back in her seat Jake drew his attention to the three people that were eyeing him from head to toe.

The four exchanged pleasantries and Lisa took the chance to invite Jake to join them. Which he of course he accepted. Much to the dismay of Cory, who couldn't sit still because of the alcohol flowing through her veins. Cory sat casually sipping her wine as her friends interrogated Jake, who took each question in stride. She found out that Jake was actually the owner of several gym chains all over New York and that she was a member. He must have found out from her friends who were members too, because he glanced over at her with a twinkle in his eye.

"I knew you looked familiar" He told her.

Cory just drunkenly shrugged.

Cory nervously glanced away and downed the rest of her half glass of wine. 'I'm so sloshed.' God help me, I want him to take me on this table right now in front of all these people. I am such a cum slut' Cory went to pour some more wine in her glass and her friends nervously looked at her knowing that liquor was a like a truth serum for her.

"Um Cory, sweetie, don't you think you should take it easy on the wine?" Samantha asked trying to bring her into the conversation.

"Oh, no I'm soooooo good right now. Thanks for asking though hun." Cory drawled as she tipsily poured more wine.

Jake looked worried. "Did you drive here?" He asked.

Cory not thinking he was talking to her, continued to play with the rest of her dessert, taking small tastes in between. Cory took another gulp of her wine, as Jakes hand came to stop her. "Cory, did you drive here" he asked in a stern voice, letting her know that he was not playing games. Cory looked at him wide eyed and just shook her head like a small child.

"I'm taking you home then" His voice was no nonsense. And when Cory opened her mouth to protest, he dismissed her with a wave of his hand. Cory looked to her friends for help, but they turned their attention to each other, trying to hide their smiles.

'Traitors.' She thought. She continued to drink her wine as her friends and Jake talked. With each minute that passed she got drunker and drunker. Not noticing the man that sat beside her tried to conceal his concern.

Cory woke up that morning and didn't remember how she got home last night or how she had gotten down her clothes off and was now in one of her favorite baby dolls. Cory went to the bathroom to freshen up and looked at the image that stared back at her. Smooth honey skin and hazel eyes greeted her, lips that weren't full and pouty like the ones she yearned for, but were still cute. A body that wasn't thin but was curvy and healthy, Cory knew that she would never be a size five, but she had learned to be comfortable in her size twelve body. And although she was no man's wildest fantasy, in her eyes she was nice looking. She had always been referred to as cute or innocent looking. The girl next door. The girl to take home to mom.

Well it seemed like no one wanted the girl next door, or so she thought. The truth was many men wanted her, she just blocked out their advances. Cory stopped mid- thought when she heard a noise coming from the living, it sounded like the television. But she had turned the television off before she left. Right?