Blowjobs... it was always going to be blowjobs

He continued, "I have read some stuff online about how AGS victims have been able to manage their stress." He added with an apologetic tone, "I think there's some bias in what has been tried, but patients say that ingesting semen makes them relax."

She looked at him wide-eyed, "swallowing cum is going to make me feel better?"

"Yes," John said with as much confidence as he could manage, "semen is the one thing that has been universally effective. It's a literal life saver and you need to control your anxiety."

After a moment for her understanding of the world to shift, she agreed, "that makes total sense." She looked at him and smirked, "you've been looking at my tits all day. You're not going to mind helping me out are you?"

He admitted, "I'd be happy to."

She looked at him again with concern. Did her brain somehow not accept his suggestion? Did she see through it somehow? He was sure she was about to slap him.

Instead, she asked, "how should I," she gestured at his crotch, "get it?"

He stammered out, "patients say a blowjob is the most effective." Different parts of his brain were screaming at each other. Part of him knew this was the worst thing he had ever done. Part of him knew he was going to do it anyway.

He explained, "the repetitive nature of the act, as well as giving someone else pleasure both cause additional stress relief."

Veronica quickly pivoted onto the floor in front of him, pushing conflicting thoughts out of his mind.

As she reached for his belt, he assured her, "you're going to feel so much better after this."

His cock was rock hard when she freed it. Her mouth closed around it immediately.

By the time John really comprehended the success of his plan, it was obvious that Veronica was very intent on reaching her goal. At the same time, having spent the day watching her prance around the apartment naked, it was clear it wasn't going to take her long to get there.

John was hypnotized by the sight and feeling of her lips sliding up and down his cock. He watched as she did everything she could to coax the cum out of him.

He must have imagined it a thousand times over the years. He had spent hours wishing he could somehow get his cock into Veronica's mouth. Now it was finally happening. Any guilt he had about how they had gotten there was washed away by the image of her on her knees in front of him eagerly sucking his cock.

It wasn't long before her enthusiasm overwhelmed him. He managed to pant out, "you have to swallow it," and after a few more breaths added, "every drop."

Her happy "mm-hmm" of agreement was the last straw. As John's cock started to pump into her mouth, Veronica swallowed eagerly. As he swore with relief, she continued to suck, determined to get every drop, just as she was told.

When her lips finally released the head of his cock, John summarized, "holy shit." A moment later he recovered enough to reinforce, "that's going to make you feel much calmer. More relaxed." With a little more clarity returning, he added, "happier."

As she caught her breath, she looked up at him. He shoulders relaxed even as she said, "I do... I feel so much better!"

"I'm so glad it worked," he said, with perfect honestly.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before pausing, and then carefully licking her hand, making sure the "every drop" rule was satisfied. Veronica then looked up smugly at John and asked sarcastically, "oh you liked getting sucked you off, did you?"

He looked at her, momentarily unsure what to say. She clarified, "I have AGS, I'm not a moron." She laughed, "you've been checking me out ever since I got my first training bra. You think I don't know you'd like cumming in my mouth?"

He laughed, "okay fine. That was fucking amazing. Even AGS probably couldn't convince you I didn't like it."

Both of them laughed and they continued their day. John's brain continued an internal argument about where his moral compass pointed.