This is a chapter from our new WIP currently titled “The Author’s Friends”. Carla was just given an opportunity to interview for a job with the governor in Harrisburg. Naturally, she asked Dana to meet for a few drinks after work so she could vent the details of her dilemma, before telling her boyfriend, Michael. Of course, neither of them had anything to eat and were picked up eventually by guess who? This is a sneak peek at how Dr. Michael Cohen, Dana’s former therapist, dealt with the situation. If you're interested, next week we’ll spin over to watch Richard and Dana through the window.
“What were you thinking, Carla? Three glasses of wine after work, and you probably didn’t eat much for lunch, did you?"
“Can I put on my pajamas, Michael? I’m so tired right now.”
“Yes, but when you return, my big girl has some explaining to do.” Michael turned her around and patted her bottom lovingly.
When Carla entered the den, Michael was sitting on the couch waiting for her; his face lacked expression.
“I have so much going on in my head, Michael.” Carla made herself comfortable in his lap.
“I figured as much. But why did you go to Dana before me? Is this about us; was it our meeting with Jason?”
“No, this was about me. I just didn’t know how to tell you.”
“So you went with ‘liquid courage’ instead? Come on, Carla; I thought we shared everything with each other. By the way, the kitten pajamas are a nice touch.” He tapped her on the nose.
“Just for the record, I didn’t drink quite enough for the ‘courage’ part.”
“Ve have vays to make you talk,” Michael joked in a bad German accent as he put his hand down the front of Carla’s pajamas.
“Yes, but I’m sure your methods are much more enjoyable … ooh,” Carla exclaimed as Michael’s skilled fingers zeroed in on her clit.
“Start talking … right now. And don’t even think about an orgasm until you are finished with ze story. Understand … young lady?” His German accent suddenly became heavier.
“Uh huh ...”
Carla’s pussy was warm, wet and tingled as Michael’s digits firmly tapped and teased.
“I’m waiting.” His eyes became expressive, as he put pressure on her swollen hot button looking for a reaction.
“Ahh, okay.” Her body suddenly twitched in response. “An old friend of mine from Penn called who works for the governor. Well, actually she’s his Chief of Staff. Ooh that’s nice…”
“Impressive,” Michael responded as his fingers worked their magic. “This story better be told quickly, because my lips will be going south soon to nibble and gnaw,” he warned.
“Right; well it seems that the governor is looking to make a new appointment in his administration, and Rachel thinks I would be perfect for the job.” Carla spit the words out of her mouth in record time.
Michael lowered Carla’s bottoms while positioning her legs around his neck, dipping her backwards onto the couch. As his head lowered toward her pussy, he spoke. “I’m sure there’s more; so keep talking, please.”
“They want me to come in and interview the day after tomorrow.” Her eyes squeezed shut as he collected stray juices with the width of his tongue.
“The nibbling and gnawing will commence, as promised ...” He mumbled in between tongue movements.
“Ahh … Michael, I’m almost there,” she begged.
But he didn’t speak. As promised, he nibbled and carefully suckled, taking her as close to the edge as possible.
“Michael, say something. Don’t be angry that I didn’t come to you first. Ahh, please … I can’t wait any longer ..."
“Think of something else, my love. Take your mind to another place; you can do it, if you try,” he said sneaking a peek at her face. It was contorted between pain and pleasure; one he adored that words just couldn’t describe.
“Nooo…oh my God, Michael … I can’t do this … PLEASE!”
“I NEED TO FINISH … AGHHHH!”
And with those last words, he sucked harder and rubbed his lips over her soaked pussy as she whirled in a bright white spin; losing all control and loving every minute.
“Absolutely delicious; there is no dessert more decadent than you. Although I do think you could have held on a little longer.” He laughed and licked his lips as her head fell back.
“My heart is pumping out of my chest; I certainly hope you’re certified in CPR.” Carla’s “kaleidoscope eyes” quickly attempted to focus on his face.
“I’m always here for you, Carla.” Carefully her pajama pants were pulled up, and she slowly slid back into his lap. “Go to the interview my love, it is the chance of a lifetime. You will always be my peanut; nothing will ever change that.” He gently kissed her forehead.
Carla smiled and hugged him with tears in her eyes. “I know, Michael.”
Thanks so much for stopping by and don’t forget to crawl to the other stops on this hop before you go. ~ shelly