Behind These Closed Doors

I woke up in the morning excited because I knew I had only two more sessions left with Alyssa, my therapist. I got out of bed and did my regular morning routine.

I got up, turned on the shower, and then I turned to the full body mirror. I always loved looking at my body in the mirror. I started to undress. I top off my top revealing my fully developed C cup breasts. I took of my bottoms and looked at my clean-shaven pussy.

Then I got in the shower, masturbating thinking about a boy or a girl since I’m bisexual, and then I got out and got dressed. I picked a nice blue top and some of my favorite jeans. Since I’m 23, I live alone in my own little apartment. It had one room with a small kitchen and a bathroom. That was it. A really small apartment but I didn’t really mind.

I ate my breakfast and headed out the door. It only took me 10 minutes to get to her office so I was rarely late. I parked my red Volkswagen Jetta and walked up to the medical building. I walked through the double glass doors and to the elevator.

“Ding!”

I got in and went to the third floor. I walked out of the elevator and then walked into the empty waiting room. I waited and waited and then the door finally opened.

“Hi Jessica! Come on in!” said Alyssa sounding excited to see me like I was.

I quickly hopped up and followed her into her office.

Alyssa is 27 years old. She is about 5’9” and has long brown hair and is shockingly pretty but I was never attracted to her. Or so I thought.

“So, how are you today?” she asked me.

“I’m excited and good!”

“Why are you excited?” Alyssa asked me.

“Because I only have two sessions left. I love you Alyssa but it’s time to move on with my life. You have really helped me and I think I’m ready.” I replied.

“You love me?” she asked me quizzically.

“Yeah like one friend to another friend would, don’t be weird.”

“Yeah sorry just wanted to be sure.”

After that it was pretty normal until the end. Before we ended she asked me a question.

“Can I ask you a weird and personal question?”

I nodded.

“Do you masturbate?”

What the hell? Does she have the right to ask me that question? Then, all of a sudden, I got turned on thinking about masturbating to Alyssa. Did I have feelings for her?

“No that’s crazy!!!” I thought to myself and the feelings faded.

“Yeah sometimes.”

“Do you think about boys or girls when you do?”

“Well it switches for me but mostly girls to be honest. Does that mean I’m lesbian? I am not bisexual?”

“No no. Being bisexual means you like both but it’s almost never 50/50. Sometimes it’s 60/40 and sometimes it’s 70/30. You like men too so you’re bisexual don’t worry. I’m sorry but our time is up. One more to go!”

“Yayyyyyyyy!!!” I said as I walked out of her office.

“Why did she ask me if I masturbated?” I thought.

When I got home, I was still turned on and couldn’t help but masturbate again.

I stripped and hopped in my bed with purple bead sheets and red covers. I thought about a pretty girl from my high school that I was crushing on before I came out. Then my thoughts switched to Alyssa.

“Yes Alyssa keep going please I want to cum!!!”

I couldn’t believe Alyssa was turning me on.

“Yes Alyssa I going to cum for you!!! YES YES YESSSSSS!!!” and I exploded. I even squirted for the very first time.

“What the hell? Am I attracted to Alyssa?” I thought.

“That’s crazy! This can’t happen. Not now with only one session left. I’ll just try to rush my last session before I tell her my feelings. I think I might be actually in love with Alyssa.”

So, that’s what I did.

As the week between our last sessions passed the feelings got worse. I was masturbating to her everyday sometimes twice a day.