A Presence Felt - Part 1 - Sex Stories

A Presence Felt - Part 1

... before had he experienced this with a client, even when some were deliberately provocative. He'd always been the utmost professional. But he couldn't deny how hard he'd become while listening to Stella describe her own excitement. In desperation, Adrian moved in the chair, trying to position himself so that his erection wasn't visible to Stella.

"Am I going crazy?" she whispered. "I'm so scared!" Her eyes shone with tears.

"You're not going crazy," Adrian replied firmly. Helpless, he fumbled for a logical explanation. "You're sexually frustrated, and that frustration is manifesting itself as a vivid hallucination. Perhaps when you're in bed at night, feeling this presence with you, you're in a hypnagogic state, between waking and sleeping."

Stella shook her head, remaining unconvinced. "Will you come to my house? Please?" She clasped her hands before her as if in prayer.

"I can't," he said quietly.

"I'll pay you! You can treat it like another session."

"It's not because of the money, Stella. It's because it wouldn't be appropriate."

She grabbed her purse, rummaging around in it for her keys. "I'll lose my sanity in that house. Don't you see I have nowhere else to go?" She choked on a sob but managed to hold it back. Adrian watched as she rose unsteadily to her feet.

"Where are you going?" he asked, standing as well. He didn't want her leaving while she was so upset.

"I can't talk about this anymore. I'm sorry I ever mentioned it." Turning her back ...

... on him, she practically ran toward the door. "I'll see you next week."

"Stella, wait." His voice was a command, and it served to halt her in her tracks. Slowly she faced him again. "I'll follow you to your house."

Her eyes widened. "Now?" she asked. When he nodded, she started forward, as if to hug him, then stopped short, catching herself. "Thank you so much, Adrian!" Her relief was almost palpable.

They didn't speak as he turned off the lights and locked up the office. Already he was telling himself this was a mistake, one that could jeopardize his reputation as a therapist. But he knew he couldn't refuse her plea for help, not when they'd come so far.

"It's less than ten minutes away," she assured him as they walked to their cars. "I promise I won't keep you long."

Adrian simply nodded. Once they were both on the road, he made sure to stay right behind her. She drove carefully, always obeying the speed limit. At a stoplight, Adrian glanced in the rearview mirror. He noticed his eyes looked tired, their blue appearing dull. His light brown hair was resistant to graying so far, but he knew it was only a matter of time. New lines had appeared on his face, and his body had grown softer since he'd entered his forties. He had the completely unbidden thought that anyone seeing him with Stella would probably assume he was her father.

They reached her house faster than he'd expected; by this time, traffic had thinned. There was still plenty of daylight left, and he ...