Doctor's Orders (4 page)

‘OK, Angel,’ he said. ‘Let’s do it this way. You
will be the journalist, of course, researching the stories of real
people who suffer from this problem...starting with your friend.
And I will add the professional point of view, looking at the
medical, social and psychological angles. This could be a very
interesting series of articles. Run it by Vanessa this afternoon,
and let me know what she says.’

With that, he reached across the table and squeezed
my hand. I am sure there was no sexual motivation. It was just a
friendly gesture between colleagues. But it set off fireworks that
shot right up my arm and into my brain. I tried to focus. I didn’t
want to squeak again. Somehow I made it through dessert and coffee,
and eventually got back to the office, wondering what kind of
Pandora’s box I had just opened up.

***

Well, the good news is
that Vanessa thought the idea was fantastic. Basically, she liked
the idea of plastering headlines like ‘I Was a Sex Addict And Loved
Every Minute’ on the cover of the mag, and selling shitloads of
copies as a result. Well, if that’s what paid my wages, then so be
it. But what did surprise me was that she came up with the phone
numbers of two people she said had struggled with some kind of sex
addiction.

‘I don’t suppose they will want to reveal their real
names, but they may talk to you if we agree to be discreet,’ she
said. ‘One is a former male model, the other is a woman who used to
be a friend of mine, who went off the rails. So I suggest you try
to contact them and arrange interviews, and see what you can come
up with.’

Sending a sex addict to interview sex addicts? Was
that really a good idea? I didn’t know, but it sounded like it
could be fun. And if it gave me a good excuse to work with Brad and
his sexy voice, that was fine with me.

***

Yes, I’m a fraud, and
I am well aware of it. There I was, just a couple of days later,
interviewing the lady that Vanessa had suggested, her former
friend. We were at her apartment, drinking coffee, and I was
pretending to be the innocent journalist who was a little shocked
at the revelations of her past behavior.

Karen was in her early thirties, a slim and sexy
brunette with a riot of red hair and freckles to match. She was
dressed in tight jeans and a white T-shirt that emphasized her
boobs. I imagine she never had difficulty finding guys to party
with. She had known Vanessa since their university days, and had
stayed in touch ever since, even though their careers had diverged
many years ago. Karen was some kind of financial wizard,
apparently, and judging by the home she lived in, she had done very
well at it. We were sitting on a balcony with very expensive views
across Double Bay and Sydney harbour. I wouldn’t have chosen this
apartment myself. Like I said. I’m terrified of heights, and the
thought of living on the 34th floor scared me to death. Just
sitting on the balcony felt rather adventurous. I sat on the side
of the table furthest from the balcony rail, and kept my feet
rooted to the floor. But I had to admit that it was all rather
stunning. It was a beautiful morning, and the sea was blue and
tranquil. This really was a gorgeous place to be. What I had seen
of the home so far was very expensively furnished with good taste.
Lucky bitch. Well, OK...clever bitch.

Karen was very friendly, and surprisingly eager to
talk about her past, asking only that we didn’t use her real name
in the magazine. For me, this was a very interesting experience. I
had never met another woman with a sexual appetite similar to mine.
I was all ears, and my biggest problem was stopping myself from
saying ‘me, too!’ when she told me of some of her juicier
adventures.

‘Sex is the most natural thing in the world,’ she
pointed out, as she topped up my coffee. ‘We are designed to find
sexual experiences enjoyable so that we continue to procreate the
human race. Just think. The only reason you are here today is
because your mother got laid, and so did both of your grandmothers,
all four of your great-grandmothers...and so on for thousands of
generations. If any one of those thousands of women hadn’t enjoyed
a good fuck, you wouldn’t be here this morning.’

Well, that was an interesting way of looking at it.
So I am genetically programmed to be a slut. It’s all my
grandmothers’ fault. If I ever make it to the Pearly Gates, I will
try that one on St. Peter - maybe he will let me in, after all. But
I kept my thoughts to myself and let Karen continue.

‘The fact is, we are all here on Earth for just a
short time, so I figure you have to make the most of it. No point
in turning round when you are eighty years old and wishing you had
done more. So I have been cramming in as much as I can while I am
still relatively young. To tell you the truth, I have slept with
dozens of guys, and I don’t regret a single one.’

Dozens? This lady was just an amateur. She should
have been interviewing me! But never mind....I wanted to hear more.
She told me about how she lost her virginity when she was fourteen,
and how she just wanted to repeat the sensation over and over
again. Then she gave me a run down on various guys she had slept
with, and what they got up to.

‘You look a little flushed. I expect you are shocked
by all this,’ she said. Shocked wasn’t the word...more like
excited. And I was picking up a few useful tips, too. I was finding
it hard to concentrate on taking notes.

‘Have you ever had sex with another woman?’ she
asked suddenly. Now that did take me by surprise. I jumped
nervously and spilled my coffee all down my white dress. It was hot
and burned my leg, so I leaped to my feet, knocking the coffee
table over in the process and sending hot coffee and milk splashing
all over Karen, too. She jumped to her feet, and we stood frozen in
horror for a moment. We were both a mess, and it was all my fault.
I thought she was going to be angry, but then she started giggling,
and I couldn’t help joining in.

Karen motioned for me to follow her indoors. ‘No
harm done,’ but we both need a change of clothes.’

‘If I can just use your bathroom for a minute, I can
clean this up,’ I said.

Karen shook her head. ‘That dress will be ruined if
it isn’t cleaned properly right away. Look, you are about the same
size as me. You can borrow some of my clothes, and I will get your
dress cleaned and sent back to you. Let’s find something that fits
you.’

We walked through the house to her bedroom, which
was enormous. It was sparsely furnished, with a huge four-poster
bed dominating the room, surrounded by deep-pile cream carpet. One
wall was all glass, giving another awesome view looking back across
the city. I followed Karen into the en-suite bathroom, which was
about as big as my whole bedroom at home. There she stripped
quickly out of her T-shirt and jeans, and dropped them into a
laundry basket. She was a very attractive woman, not an ounce of
excess padding anywhere, just gentle curves in all the places you
are supposed to have gentle curves.

She motioned for me to undress, too, and a few
seconds later, we were both standing there in our bras and panties.
I felt a little self-conscious…heck we had only met half an hour
ago, and now we were standing almost naked and sizing each other up
surreptitiously.

I tried not to stare, honest, but she had fantastic
boobs. Don’t get me wrong, guys are my main thing, as you already
know, but I can certainly appreciate the beauty of the female form.
And Karen had a lot of feminine beauty racked up in her chest. And
the rest of her body wasn’t so bad, either. I guessed she worked
out regularly, because her tummy was flat, and her whole body was
almost glowing with health. But I wasn’t the only one who was
staring. I noticed that she was looking at me, too, with rather
more than interest than you might expect from a woman.

‘The coffee has gone through to your bra,’ she said.
‘Let me see if I can sponge it off. She soaked a bathroom sponge
under the hot tap, and then gently massaged my bra with it. I could
feel my nipples hardening at the touch, and I knew from the wicked
grin on Karen’s face that she had noticed.

‘It won’t sponge off,’ she said. ‘I think we’ll have
to remove this, too.’

She reached around behind my back and unclasped my
bra. I didn’t resist. Her face was now just inches from mine, and
our boobs were touching. I could feel that her nipples, too, were
hard and erect. Then Karen leaned forward and kissed me gently on
the lips. It was unexpected but if felt good. I wanted more. I
slipped my arms around her waist and kissed her back.

Now this wasn’t the first time I had kissed a woman.
You can read all about how that got started with Ramona in Episode
#4. So I knew that kissing a woman is very different from kissing a
man. Instead of that raw sexual energy, you get a feeling of
softness and sensuousness. It’s a much more delicate feeling, but
it’s still a real turn on. Karen took me by the hand and led me to
her bed. I vaguely wondered how many partners she had ‘entertained’
there, whether male or female. Whatever the answer was, the total
was about to increase by one.

I stepped up onto the bed, and leaned back against
the silky sheets, resting my head on the downy pillows. Karen
slipped off her bra and panties and climbed up beside me. She
kissed me again, delicately, and then traced her tongue down to my
breasts, taking a nipple into her mouth and sucking gently. I
moaned softly, enjoying her delicate touch. She caressed my other
breast in her hand, and then started moving down my chest to my
stomach, and on down to my hips. She took my knees and pushed my
legs apart, and a moment later, I felt her tongue licking my
panties, edging down between my legs until she reached my clit,
tonguing it gently through the silky material.

I was almost ready to climax right there. The
feeling was so good and so intense that I didn’t want it to stop.
Karen pushed my panties to one side, and then I felt her tongue
directly on my flesh. If there is one thing that women do better
than men when it comes to pleasuring women, it is licking pussy. I
guess we know how it feels from the inside, so we know which
buttons to press, and how to press them. Karen was certainly
pressing all my buttons right now. Her tongue slid down into my wet
slit and opened me up, and the sensation sent me over the edge. I
orgasmed deeply, pushing Karen’s face hard into my pussy with my
hands. She didn’t seem to mind.

As my orgasm subsided, Karen slipped my panties off,
then buried her head again for another feast. Now that I was warmed
up, it didn’t take me long to reach my next shuddering orgasm, and
I let out a scream that must surely have carried right across the
bay. After my third climax, I decided it was time for me to start
dishing out the pleasure. I sat up and maneuvered Karen into a
doggie position. She bent her head forward into the pillows,
allowing her beautiful butt cheeks to rise into the air. Her pussy
was neatly shaven and I could see that she was already very moist
with anticipation. I started with my fingers, running them up her
thighs, then caressing her bum cheeks. I could hear moans of
anticipation from the pillow end of the bed, and I allowed my
fingers to trace gentle circles that worked closer and closer to
her vagina. Then I slipped two fingers inside her, finger fucking
her as if she was getting taken from behind.

Karen pushed her butt back towards me eagerly, and I
pushed deeper inside, enjoying the wet, feminine feel of her
vaginal walls. I pulled my fingers out and licked them. Hmmm...dick
tastes good, but pussy has a special flavor all of its own. I
leaned forward, and licked at Karen’s pussy lips. Delicious. I
spread her legs a little wider to give myself better access, and
licked gently and deeply. The more I licked, the more Karen moaned.
As she had done to me, I licked from her clit along the slit of her
pussy and back again, and soon I could feel her body tensing for an
orgasm. As she came, I buried my lips against her body, enjoying
the sweet taste of the pussy juice that flowed as she climaxed.

Karen rolled and lay back on the bed, enjoying the
post-climactic feeling. I slipped alongside her, and again we
kissed, mouth-to-mouth, our breasts touching, our arms embracing
each other. I would have been satisfied if we had stopped there, to
be honest, but Karen had other ideas. She reached over to her
bedside drawer and pulled out a huge black vibrator. Wow! Maybe I
wasn’t going to get any dick today, but it looked like I was going
to get the next best thing. This was a real monster...it seemed
Karen liked her dicks on the large side. It was made of hard black
rubber, and featured contours designed to stimulate.

Karen pressed a button on the vibrator and it
started to buzz softly. She placed the monster between my breasts
and began to caress my boobs with it. I liked the feeling. I liked
it a lot. In my book, nothing will ever quite replace the feel of a
real dick, but this came pretty close. She dragged the beast down
my stomach, tracing circles that made me flinch with pleasure, then
buried it deeply and not too gently between my legs. Ooh, this was
big...very big! Bigger than Sven, bigger than any man I could
remember. And as it buzzed and throbbed inside me, I felt a
glorious sensation, one that is hard to describe, but which was
very enjoyable. I arched my back, spread my legs and allowed the
black beast to penetrate deeper inside me. Then Karen pulled it out
slowly, and traced it over my pussy lips and my clit, sending me
into orgasm once again.

We made love for an hour, but it seemed to be over
in a few moments. Before I knew it, I was rushing to get dressed
and get back to the office before they started sending out search
parties. In the taxi on the way back, I wondered what I was going
to say to Vanessa. I had certainly got some more material, but most
of it was not exactly content I could use. More importantly, I
found myself wondering what Brad would make of our encounter if he
knew about it. I was puzzled as to why that bothered me. I mean, it
wasn’t as if we were dating or anything...not much chance of that!
But somehow I cared about what he thought.