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The Couch - The End |
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By Dirk Vincento
19 Some feelings diminish with time, slowly losing the intensity that made them seem so important when they were new. Others grow stronger as the days and weeks pass by, lingering in our minds and refusing to loosen the hold they have on us. Perhaps it is these feelings, the ones that persist and stand the test of time, that form the basis of passion, and what we call love. And maybe, just maybe, the fact that we never know which emotions will flourish or which ones will wither and die, and that we have no choice as to who will touch our hearts in a way that can last a lifetime, is what makes love such a magical and wonderful thing. For Brian Peterson, the memory of Amanda Brandt was something that would not let go. She haunted his dreams and followed him through his days, a constant companion that brought both joy and sorrow: joy at the very thought of her and sorrow from missing her so badly. Brian was aware that many patients developed strong feelings for their therapists as a result of the time they spend together and the intimate nature of the things discussed. And of course, he hadn’t forgotten that Amanda had an incredibly large bosom, something that was both the focus of his obsession and the reason that he had allowed himself to be manipulated so often by the Gretchen’s of the world. It wasn’t that he didn’t know these things. He knew all of it. And not for one moment did he believe that they weren’t a part of what he was feeling. But there was more. There had been those few occasions when their eyes had met and something had passed between them. There was an intimacy and a closeness that had to be more than the result of common clichés. They were moments that left him with the kind of feelings that won’t let go. All of this was compounded by the idea that Brian’s obsession with breasts had stirred something in Amanda herself. She had admitted as much when she told him that they would have to stop meeting because she couldn’t handle the situation. She had said that she had issues that needed to be resolved. It seemed that her breasts were having as powerful an effect on her as they had on him. For possibly the first time in his life, Brian was considering the possibility that he had met a woman with whom he could share his obsession rather than one who only wanted to control him with it. The idea was tempting and intriguing . . . and terrifying. He sat staring at the phone, a piece of paper with Dr. Brandt’s office number on it in one hand and nothing but a sweaty palm in the other. She said her decision was final, but now that a little time had gone by, she might reconsider. It was certainly worth a try. After all, the worst thing she could do is say no. And if she did, now that he was no longer her patient, there was no reason why he couldn’t ask her out to dinner. If there was an ethical problem with a doctor dating an ex-patient, that was something he had certainly never heard of. Which brings it all down to fear of rejection, he thought to himself, and then added with a chuckle, as if that makes it any easier! Maybe it’s the uncertainty of love that makes it magical; feeling such strong emotions for someone and not knowing what they feel in return. Maybe it’s the wondering that makes our stomachs flutter and our voices waver like autumn leaves blowing in the wind. It’s true that we never know who will touch us in a way that lasts a lifetime; but it’s also true that we can never know who we will touch in a way that will stay with them for the rest of their lives. We can hope, but we can never be certain. For Brian, the only certainty was that if he didn’t call he’d never know.
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Mrs. McNabb looked up from her desk and smiled. “Hello, Mr. Peterson, how are you?” “Quite fine and yourself?” “It’s been a long day, but if the good Lord’s willing and the creeks don’t rise, I think I’ll survive. I’ll let the doctor know you’re here. I believe she’s on the phone but she shouldn’t be too much longer.” “Thanks,” Brian said, taking a seat in the waiting room. He looked around and remembered the first time he had come here. It seemed like a very long time ago. It was even stranger to think that after his last session he thought he would never be back again. And yet, here he was, sitting and waiting once more. He glanced at his watch. 12:07 She was late again. Some things never change. “Mr. Peterson,” Mrs. McNabb called to him, “the doctor’s off the phone. You can go in now.” Amanda glanced up briefly as Brian entered her office and then continued scribbling notes furiously. “I’ll be with you in a second, darling. I just have to get this down while it’s fresh in my mind.” “Don’t be too long because I have to be back at the office right at one.” “Just . . . one . . . more . . . thing. There! I’m done. We can go.” Brian admired Amanda’s figure as she got up from her desk. “Maybe we should skip lunch and just stay in,” he suggested, with a sly smile. “With Mrs. McNabb sitting right outside the door? I don’t think so!” “Can I take a rain-check for tonight?” “That all depends on who’s buying lunch?” “If that’s the case, then lunch is definitely on me.” In the outer office, Mrs. McNabb was still at her desk, looking at the papers and file folders piled in front of her with an expression that said she doubted she would ever get on top of the situation. “I’m just going down the street to Gaston’s,” Amanda informed her. “I’ll be back for my one-thirty.” “I’ll be working through my lunch,” Mrs. McNabb deadpanned, “so don’t worry, if they’re early they won’t have to wait out in the hall.” Brian held the door for Amanda and looked at the nameplate as he followed her through. “Do you think you’ll ever get around to changing the name to Amanda Peterson?” he asked. “Are you kidding,” Amanda shot back indignantly. “If you had any idea what I went through to get Amanda Brandt up there, you wouldn’t even ask!” “Sorry!” Brian said, holding his hands up in self defense. “I was just wondering.”
EPILOGUE
Amanda entered the bedroom, wearing a black satin housecoat that reached almost to the floor. Brian looked up from the bed, the lamp on the night stand giving off just enough light to illuminate the room, but leaving enough shadow to make the vision of the woman in the doorway seem hauntingly mysterious. Seeing her there reminded him of the first time he ever saw her, standing in the doorway of her office. Just as she had then, she seemed to be giving off a radiant glow that appeared to be emanating from deep within her. His eyes fell to the rising mounds of her breasts, the shimmering material draped over them catching the light in a way that emphasized their size and shape. He immediately felt the initial pangs of arousal stir in him as his mind filled in what his eyes couldn’t see. She cocked her hips, making her breasts jiggle provocatively, and he felt himself weaken as her incredible bosom began to work it’s magic. Amanda could sense Brian’s helplessness, from the wide-eyed expression on his face to the way his body had slumped lower in the bed when he looked up at her, as if all his strength was being drained away. Her breasts began to tingle gently as the feeling of their power welled up in her. The sensation was warm and sensuous and made her want more. She realized that they were seducing her as well as him, tempting her to set them free, begging to be allowed to bathe her in the rapture they had been waiting to give her for so long. It was an offer she couldn’t possibly resist, an invitation that couldn’t be turned down, a craving that couldn’t be denied. Crossing the room, she could sense his desire growing stronger, which made her pleasure intensify in kind. She had seen inside his mind, heard the stories from his past, and knew how overwhelming the effect she was having on him had to be. As she moved closer, she was already planning how to use what she knew to tease and torment him, to make him weak, to fulfill all his fantasies . . . and hers. She remembered her dream and how it had made her feel, how the power she felt had intoxicated her, and now she had every intention of making it come true. And just as they had in her dream, her breasts rewarded her with a wave of irresistible, erotic pleasure that made her close her eyes and draw in a deep breath. Brian gazed at her as she sat down on the bed beside him. Now this close, her breasts seemed even larger in proportion to the rest of her body, even more imposing and awe inspiring. They stood out proudly from her chest, looking so round and so soft under their black, satin veil. They were everything he had ever dreamed of, the embodiment of the very thing that had driven him on like a madman throughout his entire life. He could feel the memories of Wanda and Aunt Elizabeth and all the rest, merging together and joining hands like a coven of witches who had come together to cast a spell and bring forth the spirit of his obsession in all its irresistible glory. The heat of his erotic infatuation rose inside him like the smoke from a burning cauldron, its thick, sweet fragrance filling his nostrils, cutting off his air and replacing it with uncontrollable desire and unbridled passion. Amanda reached out and placed her hand on Brian’s crotch, resting it on the bulge that was rising up under the sheets. She stroked it gently and watched as it grew in response to her delicate touch. “How’s my baby?” she asked in a deep, sexy whisper. “Good,” Brian managed to answer. His head already felt drunken and woozy, making him feel disconnected from his own words. “Do you feel it?” There was no doubt in his mind what she meant by it, and no defense against a woman who knew so much about him. “Yes,” he answered, feeling his obsession rolling in like the coming tide. “I feel it, too,” she said, “and it makes me feel good. It makes me feel powerful.” They looked into each other’s eyes and felt that moment of intimacy. It was an acknowledgment of the bond between them, a secret pact that was both precious and sacred. Inside each of them was a burning passion fighting to get out and together they held the key. All their lives, each in their own way, they had needed to struggle against their obsessions, suppress the urges that enticed them mercilessly and deny the pleasure that was being offered them. But now, within the safety of their love, they could finally set themselves free and indulge in the erotic forces that had at one time threatened to destroy them. It was an unspoken promise that opened the door for both of them to a world of untold ecstasy. Amanda looked down at her breasts, guiding Brian’s gaze there with her eyes. While she continued to stroke his erection through the sheet, her other hand reached slowly for her bosom. She took the edge of her housecoat in her fingertips and pulled it open ever so slightly, so that just a little bit of her cleavage peeked out . . . and then paused. Brian watched breathlessly, his heart pounding in his chest and his erection growing harder under the gentle pressure of her hand. “Are you ready?” she asked, the deep sensuous tone of her voice matched by the sultry expression on her face. Brian nodded. “Are you sure?” Amanda teased. She narrowed her eyes and her lips puckered slightly into a condescending pout. “You know once you look, there’ll be no turning back.” Without waiting for an answer, she began to tug on her housecoat again. Her fingers pulled on the shiny material, sliding it across the enormous curves of her breast and exposing the soft while flesh that was hidden beneath it. She watched Brian as he watched her with the look of a man possessed. His mouth had fallen open, making him look even more helpless and awestruck. She could see that he desperately wanted to let his eyes gaze upon all of what was hidden under her satiny shroud, and yet was terrified of it at the same time; terrified by the overwhelming power of the feelings that what he was about to behold would evoke. Between his desire and his fear, between the temptation to give himself to her completely and the instinct of survival that made him want to hold on to at least some part of himself, she knew that he was hers. She knew that she owned him. So many times in her life, Amanda had wanted to feel this dominance, had known by the expressions of the men ogling her that she could very easily have felt it, but had always restrained herself because to give in would have been to give up her goals. But she would restrain herself no more. The passion she felt could only be contained for so long and no matter what it took, she was determined to set it free. In the end, all she had to do was open the door a crack and the sexual animal within her pushed its way through. And once off the leash, there was no way of ever reigning it in again. She lifted her hand from the sheet, revealing the bulge which was now much larger than when she first touched it, and began pulling open the other side of her housecoat. The deep, dark valley between her breasts grew even wider as more and more of her became exposed. Moving her hands with tantalizing slowness, she gave both of them time to feel the overwhelming passion build up inside them. Suddenly they sensed that they were no longer alone in the room, that another presence had joined them. It was as if Amanda’s breasts and Brian’s obsession were now in control and the two of them were simply being carried along for the ride. As the satin continued to be drawn back, a fringe of black lace gradually appeared. In another moment, Brian could see the edge of Amanda’s bra cutting across her smooth skin. His eyes followed the border between lace and flesh, watching it disappear into the shadows of her cleavage. Now he could make out the delicate embroidered pattern in the material that encased her enormous orbs. The outline of her nipples were barley visible, showing through enough to be seen, but hidden enough to make him desperately want to see more. By the time the unveiling was complete, his eyes were glued to the vision of the incredible bosom before him, and his cock was twitching noticeably beneath the sheets. “Don’t go off on me yet,” she said, catching the movement of his erection out of the corner of her eye. “There’s still a lot more to come.” With a knowing smile, she undid the sash that held her housecoat snug around her waist. Again her hands moved with tantalizing hesitancy, drawing out the gesture with seductive grace. Still watching Brian’s face, his look of enraptured fascination made the tingling in her breasts begin to sizzle. Waves of pleasure ran down her spine, tickling the small of her back and setting off a warm gentle throbbing between her legs. Once the sash was undone, she simply shrugged her shoulders, making the housecoat fall down around her waist and leaving everything above exposed. Brian gasped as it suddenly seemed like all he could see was naked flesh; her arms and shoulders and neck, the narrow stretch of her stomach that was visible below her bra and in the midst of it all, the heaving mounds of her breasts. They filled the cups of her brassiere, bulging over the top and threatening to spill out. The slightest movement of her body made them sway and rippled with a hypnotically seductive motion. Wrapped in sensuous black lace, they were irresistibly alluring, an erotic enticement no man could refuse. Brian could feel the pressure building in his balls and pushing up through the base of his shaft. Amanda placed her hand back on his crotch and stroked him slowly, making the head of his cock swell substantially. Suddenly aware of just how close he was to coming, he looked up at the beautiful woman sitting beside him and realized that it wasn’t just the sight of her incredible breasts that was driving him right to edge of an orgasmic explosion. It was the fact that she knew exactly what she was doing that made it all feel so unbelievably potent. The knowledge that she was intentionally using his obsession and her remarkable physical attributes to drive him into a frenzy made everything she did a thousand times more erotic and seductive. And more than that, she was doing it, not to manipulate him for her own personal gain at his expense, but solely for their mutual pleasure. It was all beyond words. It was simply heaven. “We’d better not wait too much longer,” Amanda purred. “I’m not sure how much more you can take.” She stood up and let her housecoat fall to the floor. Beneath it she was naked. Her golden patch glistened in the light from the night stand. Reaching down, she slipped a finger between the outer lips of her pussy. Inside it was incredibly hot and wet. Her finger slid over her clitoris and the surge of erotic electricity almost buckled her knees. “I think I’m ready,” she said. “Do you want to feel how wet I am?” She took Brian by the wrist and brought him to her. His finger slipped inside just as hers had done and spread the wetness across her most sensitive spot. Again the pleasure almost brought her to her knees. Still holding his arm by the wrist, Amanda led his hand to his mouth and let him taste her. Brian’s eyes rolled back in his head as the dark, musky taste filled his mouth. It felt to Amanda like the ultimate act of dominance. And as they had done so many times this night, her breasts rewarded her with a wave of pleasure that brought tears to her eyes. She let the sensation travel through her body and then pulled back the sheets, not knowing if she would be able to last much longer herself. Brian’s body lay before her naked and exposed, with his erection standing at attention and waiting impatiently. Amanda climbed onto the bed and straddled him, positioning herself over the head of his cock and lowering herself until the hairs on her pussy were lightly brushing against him. She paused to collect herself, putting everything in order in her mind. She was determined that it had to be just right. Brian was watching her with the awestruck intensity of a man witnessing the creation of the universe. His thinking mind had long ago been driven into submission by the overwhelming power of the erotic sensations Amanda had aroused in him. His last conscious thought was that after all the time he had spent in therapy trying to tame his obsession, it was about to grow to proportions beyond his wildest dreams. He had thought that Amanda was right. There would be no turning back. After tonight, his obsession would never be better, it would only get worse. And all he could do was hope that in the end, worse would be better after all. With his mind no longer in the way, his eyes seemed to be sending the images before them directly to his body and his emotions, filling him with feelings and sensations that were reaching to the depths of his soul. He watched as Amanda reached behind her and undid her bra. He held his breath as the straps fell down around her arms, her naked shoulders somehow making her appear so much more naked. And he screamed as the black lace cups fell away from her breasts and in the same unforgettable instant, Amanda let the weight of her body bring her down onto him, forcing his cock deep inside her and making him come. With the sound of his scream, the feel of him entering her and the sensation of him filling her with his liquid heat, Amanda was right behind him. The orgasm that wracked her body was more staggeringly intense than anything she had ever experienced in her life. Having lost control, she fell forward, burying Brian’s head under her breasts. He saw them coming toward him and for a moment he was on the floor in his sister’s room again and Donna’s chest was about to swallow him whole. The memory was frighteningly vivid, and along with it came Wanda and Aunt Elizabeth and Gretchen and every other big breasted woman who had found a place in his life. Together they all joined Amanda inside him . . . and they danced. His face sank deep into the soft flesh of her bosom and he came again . . . and they celebrated. He kept coming . . . and still they danced. And when it was over, with Amanda still lying on top of him wrapped in his arms, he fell asleep thinking that perhaps he was cured after all. The End
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