Therapy Session; Chapter One: The New Job
Moving to a new state and getting a new job has its ups and downs, but being a supportive husband is a good thing!
“You look good enough to eat!” Cherie smiled as she stood behind me.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“Are you still nervous?” Cherie asked.
“A little,” I answered as I straightened out my tie and brushed my clothes again.
“Don’t be,” my loving wife said as she turned me around. “It’s a college, most of them are going to be complaining about how hard life is, and their professors.”
Cherie had got a huge promotion, but it meant we had to move from California to New York. I wasn’t a fan of the move, but I loved my wife. I enjoyed working as a psychologist or mental doctor at a clinic back home.
I had tried to get a job here, but the only one that would accept my credentials was a college upstate.
“You better hurry if you are going to beat the traffic,” Cherie smiled.
Cherie was lucky that most of her work could be done at home. This was one of the reasons why I didn’t understand the move. If she could work from home, why did we have to move?
Cherie tried to explain that she had to be closer to the home office in case anything came up, but I wondered if they couldn’t just fly her out here like they used to. Cherie used to travel to the home office at least twice a month.
I guessed that they wanted to cut down on spending, but it didn’t make sense to me.
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Cherie was right about one thing: getting out of the city was a pain. What should have been an hour and a half drive turned into two hours and forty minutes.
“Sorry I am late,” I told my new boss.
“It’s okay,” she smiled. “When I saw your address, I knew it would take you longer than expected on the first drive.”
“Yes, I will plan to leave earlier from now on,” I followed Marice through the halls of the college.
I saw young adults and students all over the place.
“You don’t have to come in wearing the penguin suit every day,” Marice explained. “Our former therapy consultant came in casually dressed and it seemed to help the students open up to him.”
“I see,” I said, pushing my glasses further up.
“Here we are,” Marice said, handing me a pair of keys.
I opened the wooden door and walked into what was going to be my office.
“Very nice,” I smiled.
“It is soundproof, so no one outside those doors can hear any of the conversations,” Marice said as she walked to the window. “We are on the fifth floor, so there are no peaking toms.”
I sat at my large desk and marveled at its wooden feel. My last office was a corner room in a standalone building on a street corner.
Every day I went there, I had to roll up my window and lock the doors because of the bad neighborhood. This office and building were considerable upgrades.
“I don’t know what to say,” I smiled.
“Oh, that smile will be gone soon,” Marice said with a straight cold face. “Wait until you start meeting with the students.”
Marice was an elderly woman, probably in her sixties. Thin, frail, and tall, she looked more like a walking stick figure than a woman. Her voice sent chills down my spine, and the way she looked at everyone she passed made them cower away.
Marice took a deep breath and started walking toward the door. “Today, you will take the time to get used to the scheduling program. Tomorrow, students will be able to visit you. Make sure you are able to spend at least one hour with each student, so do not overschedule!”
“Yes,” I nodded quickly.
Even though she was halfway across the room, it felt like she was towering over me.
“The main doors lock at nine p.m. on the dot, not a minute after,” Marice said, holding the door. You do not have the keys for those doors, so if you are left inside, you will have to wait until morning or call security. The number is in your online handbook. Be wary; they do not like being called just to open the door to let you out. If I were you, I would lay on the couch and wait until morning.”
“Understood,” I replied.
Marice went out the door, and I sighed. I loosened my tie and then began to heave the heavy desk around so it faced the oversized couch. I looked through the online handbook and made notes for myself to read when I got home.
I found out that most of the drawers on my desk could only be opened by my keys.
Finding the cafeteria was easy, and I got to talk to other faculty members. They all laughed as I mentioned how I felt talking to Marice. It was no surprise that everyone felt the same way. Some said the students thought she was the original headmaster of the college reincarnated.
When I got back to my office, I looked her up.
“Wow,” I smiled.
The similarity between the headmistress of over a hundred years and Marice was uncanny. Maybe they were related.
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“Glad you like your new office,” Cherie smiled as we sat down for dinner.
“Yes, it is a huge upgrade,” I told her. “How was your day?”
“Same, as it usually is,” Cherie answered. “Might have to go into the office on Wednesday, and it might be a late night.”
“Oh?” I asked.
“Yes, Gavin wants me to go over some of the projects and since we have so many up in the air and a lot of them are way behind schedule, it might take some time.”
“Got you,” I said.
“So,” Cherie smiled. “See any hot, sexy coeds?”
“No, it’s not like that,” I grinned.
“Oh, I am sure you will see many hot students,” Cherie teased. “Just don’t forget who sleeps in your bed.”
“Oh, I will never forget that,” I smiled.
“Yes!” Cherie screamed as I fucked her later that night.
Cherie had an immense sexual appetite; I was glad that I didn’t have to do much to get her going, and once she got going, it was hard to turn the sex engine off.
“That’s it Michael!” Cherie stared at me as I slammed my cock into her.
I watched her small petite tits as her legs wrapped around my head. “Fuck your wife!” she snarled and squeezed my cock.
“Fuck!” I said as I pushed my cock into her and came. I kept my cock inside her until I was spent.
“Just making sure you won’t forget me,” Cherie breathed heavily as I collapsed next to her.
“You have no worries there,” I kissed her.
“Love you babe,” Cherie smiled.
“Love you too,” I smiled.
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“You are early,” Marice said as I walked into the building.
“Yup,” I smiled. “Told you I would plan to leave earlier.”
“That’s good follow-through,” Marice said as she walked ahead of me. “I wish all the faculty members had as much follow-through as you do. Keep it up.”
I walked down the corridor and then quickly spun around to catch up with Marice to ask a question. I turned the same corner she had, and I couldn’t see her.
‘For an old lady she sure can move,’ I thought.
My first student was a freshman, and most of his complaints and problems were based on his anxiety about being so far from home and his parents, especially his mom. He was having a hard time concentrating on his classes because he was constantly thinking about home.
After the hour, I knew he was going to be someone I would need to see weekly; I made notes and put it in his schedule that he had to see me every Monday going forward to see his progress.
After that student, the following student was just someone looking for attention. She wasn’t as popular at this college as she was back in high school, and somehow, she got the idea that seeing a psychologist would boost her social standing; she didn’t say it out loud, but I knew the type. She made it sound like she was depressed and needed pills and a prescription for the highest dose possible right away.
I mentioned that I would need to see her daily, but later in the day, just after four in the afternoon, and immediately, she shut me down and said she would be okay.
Of course, she didn’t want to cut into her social time. She said she would manage, but it would be difficult.
I saw many other students who were attention seekers but only a handful of serious students who needed actual help.
I sighed as I got in my car and headed home. The dreadful wait in traffic was the only part of this job that I didn’t like.
“Going to be late, honey,” I told Cherie over the car speaker.
“No problem,” Cherie replied. “Just got on the treadmill and then I will make dinner.”
“Okay,” I sighed.
Cherie was always working out, and that was what kept her body fit and tight. My only regret was that she lost so much weight that she wasn’t as curvy as she used to be when we got together. I missed her slightly more significant than average tits. Now, they were petite and barely a handful.
But Cherie was happy with the weight loss, and I was delighted for her. She had started me on a diet, and it was working. I had lost weight and felt more energetic. I used to come home, fall onto the couch, and not get up until it was time to go to bed. Now, I use our mini gym every night and sometimes go running with her.
“Do it!” Cherie yelled as I fucked her from behind. I yanked on her long blonde hair and smacked her petite ass.
“This is what you wanted wasn’t it!” I gripped her hair tight as I fucked her.
“Yes!” Cherie yelled, “Fuck your slutty wife!”
I fucked her hard and then came inside her.
I breathed heavily as I fell back onto the bed. “You’ve been sex-crazed since we moved,” I smiled as Cherie laid her head on my chest.
“Is that a complaint?” Cherie stared at me with her blue eyes.
“Oh no,” I shook my head. “I love it.”
“I know it was a big adjustment for you to leave everything,” Cherie smiled as she looked at me. “I know the sacrifice you had to make for me, so I am trying to make up for it.”
“You don’t have to,” I held her head and kissed her forehead. “I am your husband, and I support you.”
“I am so glad to hear that,” Cherie said. “Because right now, I need you to get hard again so I can get more cardio,” she teased.
“Oh, just cardio huh?” I smiled.
“Yup!” Cherie winked.
“Well, you know what they say,” I grinned as I lay on my back. “Actions speak louder than words.”
“Oh, you are in for it,” Cherie straddled my cock and sunk on it.
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“Early again,” Marice stared at me as I entered.
‘Was she keeping track of me?’ I thought as I saw the thin, frail figure standing before me.
“I don’t like being late,” I nodded as I watched her walk away.
This time, I was ready for her.
As soon as she turned the corner down the hall, I sprinted to the end to find what room she had gone into.
Marice was nowhere to be seen. I didn’t hear a door close.
“Where does she go?” I said as I looked down the hallway.
There were many doors in this place, many classrooms, and other rooms as well as meeting rooms.
Marice could be in any of them.
“Looking for someone?” a voice said from behind me.
“Shit!” I exclaimed.
“Sorry,” Duncan said.
He was one of the councilors. He was a tall man, much taller than my five-eighth stature. Other faculty members said Duncan and I could be brothers.
We both wore glasses, had thinning brown hair, and had green eyes. The only difference was that Duncan was tall and stout, while I was shorter and, thanks to Celia and her diet, a lot thinner.
“I am glad I bumped into you,” Duncan said as we made our way up the stairs.
The elevators were on the other side of the building, and even if I took them, I would still have to trek across the fifth floor to my office. However, it was easier to take the stairs, and, like Celia said, every step counted towards my fitness goals.
“What can I help you with?” I asked.
“I have this student,” Duncan said. “She is relatively new to me anyway,” Duncan was stalling.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked.
“There is nothing wrong with her per say, but she is showing signs of a strong infatuation with me,” Duncan said. “I saw her the other day standing by my car waiting for me and the last session she brought me a cup of coffee.”
“Ah,” I nodded. “That kind of infatuation can be bad.”
“Yes, you see my dilemma,” Duncan noted.
“Yes, what was her original complaint?” I asked as we headed to our offices.
“Infatuation with a teacher,” Duncan stopped.
“Oh,” I stopped, staring at her. Okay, we can look at our schedules and see who we can switch, and I will take her.”
“Thank you,” Duncan sighed. “I just got married and we are having our first child,” Duncan explained. “I didn’t want to add to the problems.”
“Of course,” I smiled as I went into my office.
I had dealt with obsessive-compulsive disorders before, and I was sure this student had other problems, probably a missing father figure. She was latching onto anyone who showed those qualities.
“Wow, that was quick,” I said as I booted up my computer.
Duncan had already given me a time slot request. “Absolutely,” I nodded as he wanted to take my attention-seeking princess.
I approved the switch and then got everything ready for my first student.
‘I just bought this online,’ Cherie texted me. “I am sure you would like it.’
The picture was of very sexy red lingerie. Cherie knew I loved the color red on her.
Instantly my dick throbbed thinking about Cherie wearing it.
‘When does it arrive?’ I asked.
‘Tomorrow morning,’ Cherie quickly responded.
‘Can’t wait,’ I replied.
‘I ordered something else, but you will have to wait to see that,’ Cherie teased.
‘Such a tease,’ I sent back.
‘Just making sure my supportive husband is staying satisfied,’ Cherie texted. ‘Remember I will be late getting home, very late, so don’t stay up.’
‘That late?’ I asked.
I sat back in my chair and thought about it. ‘Don’t stay out too late, you said that part of the city can be bad after dark.’
‘I will be fine, don’t you worry,’ Cherie responded.
There was a knock on my door, and my first appointment walked into my office. I put down my phone and turned it on Do Not Disturb, but the thought of Cherie staying late still plagued me.
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“You did say she got a huge promotion,” Duncan stated as we ate lunch later in the day.
“Huge promotions come with a lot of responsibility,” Travis added.
“And more time in the office,” Lexi agreed with the others.
“Yeah,” I shrugged. “It was a huge increase to her salary.”
“There you go,” Duncan said. “If she is getting paid more, they will demand more from her. Staying late and working overtime is just something that comes with the territory.”
I felt better after my colleagues talked some sense into me. I had to come to terms with the fact that Cherie’s career would be taking more of her time than it used to; that’s what a supportive husband like me should accept.
When I got back to my office, I knew the next student would be Duncan’s former patient. I made sure that the room didn’t show too much of myself or my wife; I didn’t want her to get too comfortable or attached to me.
There was a knock on the door, and a red-headed young woman came in through the door.
“Hi,” I said as I sat back in my chair. “Take a seat.”
“Thanks,” Kelci said as she sat down. “This office is much nicer than Duncan’s.”
“Councilor Evans,” I corrected her.
I wanted to put the roles out there and make sure she knew the boundaries.
“Ah,” Kelci smiled as she stared at me. “Boundaries,” she nodded. “I guess we are starting at the beginning,” she looked me in the eyes. “Again.”
“This is our first session,” I sat back in my chair.
“Of course,” Kelci grinned. “You want to set the tone, and control how things will move forward from here,” she sat back. “I understand.”
“So, you’ve been in therapy before?” I asked as I made notes.
“Many times,” Kelci admitted. “May I take off my jacket?”
“Absolutely,” I told her.
“Thank you,” Kelci said as she took off her jacket. “Councilor?”
I was dumbfounded and lost for words as Kelci sat back and placed the jacket by her side. “Councilor?”
I shook my head and removed myself from the gaze. “You can call me Michael,” I said.
“I thought,” Kelci smiled. “Never mind, so where would you like to begin, Michael?”
I couldn’t stop staring at how beautiful she looked, but not only that, she had the most enormous tits I had ever seen.
“Where ever you would like,” I grinned.
“Good,” Kelci smiled, then crossed her legs and stared at me. “I am glad we could come to an agreement.”