A change

I woke up, and realized I was hard as a rock. Oh, shit. Lynn looked at me, smiling slightly.

"Oh, you poor boy," she said, warmly but with a tinge of sadness. I gulped.

"Uh, what did I... What did I say when I was under?"

She smiled and patted my knee, and I could feel my dick nearly jump. Dear god let her not notice. "You told me about your... discoveries," she said. "About how you've realized you're into... different kinds of people than you used to be."

I gulped again. "Ah, yeah, I... I guess I am."

"Don't worry," she said, and I could feel myself calm down to the soothing tone of her voice. She was good. "It's very common," she continued, her hand still on my knee. "It's often just something you need to get out of your system."

"Oh," I said, "that's good. So it's something you'll be able to help me out with, through therapy?"

"Oh," she said, with a bit of a sad tone. "I'm... I'm afraid that won't be possible."

Uh oh. I could feel myself beginning to become concerned again. "Ah... Why, why is that?"

She looked at me kindly. "John," she said, "You know why not. You... Touch yourself to me, don't you."

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"I understand it's something you're going to need to just get out of your system. But you know it would be unethical for me to be your therapist, counseling you on your marriage if what you're thinking about is taking me on dates and having sex with me."

Shit. I blew it.

"It seems like you don't even really want me as a therapist. You want me as a woman, don't you?"

I did. Even before she said it, I knew I did, but hearing those words somehow affirmed it even more deeply for me. Imagining taking her out for drinks, bringing her back to somewhere private, and... I tried to pull my mind out of the gutter, but not before a flash of what I really wanted shot through my head.

"I'm so, so sorry," I said. Her hand, still surprisingly on my knee, rubbed me understandingly.