"All right, John. I think that's all we're going to cover today. When you wake up, I want you to remember what we've talked about. I want you to remember Nicole and how she made you feel. We'll talk about it when you wake up, all right?" She suggested. Veronica motioned for Abby to sit on the opposite side of the bed and hold John's hand.
Veronica began stroking his face. "John, I need you to wake up. Come on John, wake up for me. Abby's right here and has been right here with you the entire time. John, I need you to wake up now." She gently coaxed. He began to stir, blinking his eyes, and slowly opening them. He looked at the two women flanking him.
"Hi," he said, squeezing Abby's hand. "I missed you." He smiled at her warm face. Then he blinked, an obvious memory flashing before him. He let out a long breath, sitting up on his own.
"Why am I thinking about the maid?" He asked Veronica.
She smiled softly. "When your head is clear, the three of us are going to sit down and talk about what's been going on in your head." She touched his shoulder, reassuring him. "Get up, get yourself awake. Maybe you and Abby should go for a walk." She suggested as they all got off the bed.
"That sounds like a great idea," Abby said, helping John stand.
He was a bit dizzy as he laughed at himself.
"My head is spinning." He stood and tried to get his balance. "I'm assuming that one worked." He looked at Veronica.
"John, Honey, they've all worked. You are one of the easiest people I have ever worked with to put under. You are also very easy to get information from but I will be honest with you, this is going to take some time. I'll stay a few days but you're going to have to come to my office in New York often if you want to get better. Maybe we can arrange it for when you have multiple days off. Either you come to me or I can come here. Either way, I think it's important that we continue." Veronica explained.
"Let's take a walk to clear his head and we'll talk about whether or not to continue, okay?" Abby suggested. This would be the first session John had where he was awake after and she wanted to make sure he was all right before agreeing to any further sessions.
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"So, is it what you expected to discover about me?" John asked as they walked along the chilly streets. Abby had her arm wrapped in his and they strolled to the water.
"Some of it I expected, some of it is a surprise," she admitted, holding his arm tightly, leaning her body against his.
"Is it bad enough to make you wish you were with someone else?" He asked, stopping her and looking into her eyes. She smiled.
"You carried my mother out to the car kicking and screaming, John. I can deal with it as long as we talk about it. You've got to talk to me," She stated, looking into his brown eyes.
"I love you and a few memories or past experiences are hardly enough to scare me away, John Carter. I promised you. I'm in this for the long run," she proclaimed. He bent down, gently kissing her warm lips.
"F.H.T" He whispered against her lips.
"What?" She asked. He smiled.
"You are my fantasy, you fill my hunger, and I trust you, Abby. I trust you with my heart." Their lips met again, this time more deeply and with every ounce of passion they felt for each other.
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They returned to the apartment a short time later, smiling and giggling. Veronica loved watching them together. They seemed so in love.
"Okay, guys. Why don't we relax in the living room and talk, shall we?" She suggested. John sat on the couch and Abby leaned back against him. Veronica sat on the love seat facing them.
"All right, are you ready, John?" Veronica asked.
He nodded, his arms wrapped around Abby's chest. "Ready as I'll ever be." He said.
"We're ready." Abby held his arms.
"Well, the first thing that you remembered the first session was your stabbing. That didn't surprise me much because I believe that event deeply affected how you see yourself today fear, loss of control, feelings of constantly being judged by your peers and how so much in your life seems to be out of your control. Can you relate to any of these emotions in your life right now, John?" She asked. John nodded.
"Yeah, some are stronger than others at times but yeah, all of them," he admitted. Abby held up his hand and kissed it.
"You've had some pretty bad things happen in your life, haven't you, John?" Veronica asked.
"No worse than some people," he shrugged.
"John, can you tell me about losing your virginity?" She asked. He looked at her, surprised.
"Did you tell her what I said that day?" he asked Abby.
"Yes, I did. I've been worried about you and you won't talk to me about it." Abby said. John unwrapped his arms and backed away slightly from Abby. She took the hint and sat up.
"John, you can't get mad at Abby. We're going to talk about a lot of things that are very hard for you and you've got to know that Abby is going to tell me things that are private and I'm going to tell her things that are private but they're only issues that need to be dealt with, okay? Honey, we both know you better than any other women do and we are just trying to help." She explained. He slowly nodded.
"Well, I figured you'd get around to it at some point. I just didn't know it would be so soon."
"Dear, you're in a new sexual relationship. All your past experiences regarding sex are close to the surface right now because of it. It's only natural for it to come up easily," Veronica reassured him.
John thought for a few moments and finally he relaxed again against the couch and pulled Abby back to his chest. "I'm sorry," he kissed her neck.
"It's okay," she replied.
"So, can you tell us about it? Abby says you were 11 and it was a 25-year-old maid? I believe her name was Nicole." Veronica urged.
"I've obviously told you something if you know her name," he nodded nervously. "Okay, Nicole was a maid in our house and yes, I lost my virginity with her," he admitted.
"John, what would you do if an 11 year old girl came in to the ER with signs of penetration?" Veronica asked. John stared at her expressionless for several minutes.
"I wasn't abused," he said, holding her stare. His thumb, which had been caressing Abby's hand, had stopped moving.
"John, you were 11," Veronica repeated.
"I wanted it. I asked for it," He said, afraid to move.
"Not at first," Abby said quietly. She could feel John's heart beating faster against her back. "The day your brother died, after the funeral, when you were up in your room crying and she came in and held you, and how she kept coming to you night after night, getting you to trust her, comforting a scared little boy." Abby said quietly. She paused for a moment giving him a chance to absorb what she was saying.
"John, when she touched you, you begged her to stop. You asked her to stop and she didn't." She said, still leaning up against him, holding his arm tightly against her chest as her tears dropped onto his arm. She could tell he was crying. She could feel it in his chest.
John looked out the window. "Stop saying that. You just don't understand. She paid attention to me," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. She cared for me when no one else did. He still refused to believe that he was abused.
"John, she was fourteen years older than you. She frightened you and filled your head with lies. She made you believe she loved you when you were vulnerable and scared. She took advantage of you." Veronica stated clearly, hoping he would hear her.
"She told me she loved me." John mumbled, the flood of memories drowning his mind. "She never hurt me, never." He remained adament.
"John, Honey, you were a child. She was an adult. She might have made you feel certain things or said certain things to you but you were only 11. You should have been playing with toys. And as you grew, she took away your opportunity to develop as most boys do. The ages from 11 to 14 are emotional years for a young man and she took those away. 11 year olds should not be having sexual intercourse and 25 year olds should not be writing love letters to children." Veronica said. John shot her a glare the second she mentioned the letters. His entire body was tense and Abby remained where she was on purpose to keep him there.
"I wasn't abused," he whispered, unable to look into her eyes.
"All right, John." Veronica sighed. She could tell he was not ready to admit what had happened to him just yet. She needed to move on. "You have some issues with your family," she said.
"Who doesn't?" He laughed sarcastically.
"You have some serious issues, John. Do you think your parents would be willing to attend several sessions with you?" Veronica asked.
John gave a short sarcastic laugh.
"Uh, no." He shook his head, laughing to himself. "My family wouldn't do anything like that for me. My mother attends therapy but she wouldn't with me. I don't want them to know that we're doing this. Not exactly the most supportive bunch of people," he said.
"Would they have for Bobby?" Veronica asked. John stared at her for a minute.
"Probably," He said quietly.
"Why not you then?" She asked. John shifted in his seat.
"I've always been the disappointment," he said.
Abby turned around to face him. "Your grandmother doesn't think that, John. Your grandmother loves you and your mother does also. You said she told you." Abby reminded. John still shook his head.
"Not really. My mother and grandmother use me for their own purposes. If I ever needed them, they wouldn't be there for me." He said. This time Abby shook her head.
"You're wrong." She said. "Your grandmother took you in after your stabbing. She came while you were in the hospital. She needs you more than you need her, that's all. Algier brought her to you when she broke her hip. Your grandmother wants you to handle her medical care. She loves you. Your mom desperately needed your help with Mickey. She didn't trust anyone else. You're a son to be proud of, John. You're independent, educated and responsible. They've gotten over the fact that you aren't going into the family business years ago. You're the one who thinks you've failed them. Not the other way around." Abby reasoned.
"I wish I could believe you," he smiled slightly. Abby rolled her eyes and turned back around, still leaning back against his chest.
"Something to work on," Veronica smiled. She glanced at the clock. "Look, why don't you both get ready for work. I would like to do another session as soon as you get home in the morning."
"Sure," John nodded, glad that it was finally done. There were just too many memories too close to the surface.
"I do have some homework, though." Veronica smiled mischievously. "I want you two to make love before work." She stated. They both looked at her puzzled.
"You want us to do what?" John asked.
"Well, if she has to talk you into it. . . " Abby teased. John stammered.
"That's not what I meant. I, uh, what?"
"It's all right, John. However, I want you to do something specific." Veronica continued. John looked at her, unsure. "Neither one of you can touch each other." She smiled. John looked horrified.
"What?" He asked in a rather high-pitched voice.
"You cannot touch each other. You can talk to each other, you may tease each other but as far as actual skin to skin contact, you cannot." Veronica explained.
"No kissing?" Abby asked. She thought the idea sounded quite intriguing but you'd have thought John had been asked to run through the hospital naked by the look on his face.
"You two need to learn to trust one another and John, you need to realize that Abby would do anything for you, wouldn't you Abby?" She asked. Abby smiled and nodded to John.
"I would," Abby reaffirmed.
John began to shake his head. "I can't. Veronica, come on. I can't do this."
Abby stood and held out her hand. "John, trust me." She said, meeting his eyes and holding his attention.
"This is one of the hardest things I've ever been asked to do, you know." He said as Abby pulled him towards the bedroom. John sighed loudly and took her hand.
"That's the point, dear," Veronica smiled. "Enjoy."
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"This is crazy, Abby." John complained as she shut the bedroom door. She seemed just a bit excited.
"Oh, it'll be fun. We've done this before," she laughed, going to her closet.
"We weren't even in the same house let alone in the same room, Abby," he said, sitting on the bed. Abby was obviously looking for something.
"I think it's a hot idea. I can't wait to hear you talk dirty," she giggled.
John had been a perpetual shade of red since the first mention of what they were going to do.
"I can't talk dirty if you're in the room, Abby." He pulled a pillow onto his lap and held it.
"You certainly had no problem on the phone telling me how you were 'tasting my nectar'," she teased, emerging from the closet with something very lacy in her hands. She tossed John a CD.
"What do you have there?" John laughed, catching the CD but noticing Abby hiding something else behind her back.
"Put some music on and stop complaining, mister. I remember you up on that stage during the auction. You just need some good music; a nice costume, and you'll get in the mood. I'll be right out," she winked, disappearing into the bathroom. John looked at the CD and laughed. This was going to be very hard on him. It was still light outside. It would be easier if they were in the dark. He went to the drapes and closed them, trying to block as much light as possible.
Once the room was partially shaded, he turned down the bed and slipped off his shoes. He lit a scented candle, trying to make it as romantic of an atmosphere as possible. At least they still had a while before their shift.
"You ready?" Abby called from the bathroom.
"Yes, Abby, come on out," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. Abby slowly opened the door and John's jaw dropped.
Abby stood in the doorway, her hair done up in a French roll, wearing the skimpiest piece of lingerie John had ever seen. It was black, all lace, spaghetti straps, and plunging neckline revealing most of her breasts, skintight bodice with high cut panty line. She wore the black pumps he'd bought her when they went to the mall and had a look of total desire on her face. John was speechless.
"Wow," he mouthed as he motioned her to turn around. She took several steps toward him, turning around to reveal the back. The back was non-existent and the bottom was a simple G-string, revealing everything and leaving nothing to the imagination. John stood and pushed the play button on the CD player.
Abby couldn't help but to laugh when she heard his song of choice. John lowered his head and looked at her with his best seduction. As the lyrics began, John began to dance.
"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me." He sang, walking toward her, his erection obvious in his pants. Abby stood in front of the bed, never having had him give her a 'private' dance. He began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, just inches away from her.
"I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts." He ran his fingers down the front of his chest as his hips moved in an ancient seduction. Abby moaned audibly.
"And I'm too sexy for Milan, too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan." His lips were centimeters from hers as Abby 'fanned' herself as if she were swooning. The temperature in the room was definitely rising.
"And I'm too sexy for your party, too sexy for your party, no way I'm disco dancing." He smiled, almost kissing her neck but pulling back, leaving hot breath in his trails.
"I'm a model you know what I mean," he mouthed, taking a few steps away from her and he turned and looked directly into her eyes as he pulled his shirt totally off and let it slip down his arms.
"And I do my little turn on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk, yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk." He walked back to her and placed his shirt around the back of her neck. Abby reached out and attempted to run a finger down his front, coming so close to touching him. Since she was forbidden to touch him, her hands ran up her ribs and cupped her own breasts.
"I'm too sexy for my car, too sexy for my car, too sexy by far," he slinked towards the closet, pulling out his Fedora and tipping it on his head. Abby couldn't help but to laugh.
"And I'm too sexy for my hat, too sexy for my hat, what do you think about that." He teased, again walking away.
"I'm a model you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk, yeah on the catwalk, on the catwalk, yeah, I shake my little tush on the catwalk," he teased, grasping his backside for her, running his hands down, caressing himself. Abby wanted a touch but she was having so much fun watching him. Slowly, John turned around as he slowly began to unbuckle his belt.
"I'm too sexy for my, too sexy for my, too sexy for my," he slowly began to release the belt as he pulled it slowly from his pants, tossing it to the side. Slowly, he began to lower the zipper, giving her a glimpse of his boxers.
"'Cause I'm a model you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk," He lowered his slacks and gracefully stepped out of them. He played with the elastic band on his boxers, his full erection begging to be released.
Abby feigned a fainting spell as she fell to the bed, her hand on her forehead. John chuckled.
"Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk, yeah, I shake my little tush," He slid the boxers completely off.
"On the catwalk." Abby moaned, bringing her own hands down her body, one of her hands slipping between her own legs. John's eyes were transfixed.
"I'm too sexy for my cat." He winked as he began to crawl up onto the bed over Abby's body.
"Too sexy for my cat, poor pussy poor pussy cat." He moaned, sliding his body down hers, bringing his lips a quarter of an inch along her abdomen to her mound.
"I'm too sexy for my love, too sexy for my love, love's going to leave me, and I'm too sexy for this song*." John's breath was making her insides weep. Her legs were spread for him, showing John the unique way the crotch of her teddy was cut.
"Oh, God, Abby, " his eyes riveted between her legs, "you are all my fantasies, Abigail Lockhart," he whispered, bringing his mouth just an inch from her center. He could see her breathing increase.
"You are the most beautiful person I have ever met, in scrubs or this thing, first thing in the morning or watching you climax, you are beautiful," he said from his heart.
Abby's stomach did a triple flip. He did always have a way of making her feel like the most beautiful woman on the planet.
"John, I want you so badly," she whispered.
"Abby, I need to touch you," he begged. "Oh, God, I'm dying here, Abby," he begged.
Abby lowered her hand back down her belly, her fingers going towards her opening. John bit his lip as his erection grew. His eyes were focused on her fingers as they slid down her inner thighs and she spread her legs wider.
"Touch yourself, John, stroke yourself for me," she whispered, her fingers running along the inside of her upper thighs.
"Oh, God, Abby." His hand grasped onto his base, the pre-cum dripping from the tip.
"I can feel your tongue tasting me," she moaned, running a finger up the center of her folds. John's hand spread his own moisture along his length, helping his hand slide as he stroked himself.
"I want to watch you touch yourself," she smiled getting up on her knees. She pushed him back and she crawled above him, straddling his thighs.
"You're touching my skin." He giggled, pressing his outer thighs against her inner ones.
"Doesn't count." She winked.
"If you get to watch me, I need to watch you. I need a closer view, Abby." He smiled, his eyes a deep brown. He tossed the pillow out of the way as she moved to straddle his head. "That's more like it." He smiled, smelling her scent. "Do you always get this wet when we make love?" He asked, watching her fingers running along the outer edge.
"Do you always get this hard?" She moaned, watching his hand slide up his penis, grasping its strength.
"Always," he chuckled. Her fingers parted her lips and he couldn't help but to moan. "Oh, God, Abby. I need to be inside of you so bad, I hurt." Abby inserted a finger into herself, watching John's hips rise in response.
"John, thrust inside me. I need to feel you inside," she moaned, inserting another finger, thrusting deeply. John followed her movements with his own.
"Abby, you are so hot. I can feel your heat on my mouth." He lifted his face centimeters from her hand. His hand slid easily along his length, gripping tighter, increasing the friction. His other hand cradled his scrotum, massaging the sacks.
"Fill me, John," she begged, adding another finger. John's hips thrust forward.
"Oh, God, Abby. I need you so badly," he groaned. He couldn't resist. He kissed her inner thigh and sucked the tender skin. Abby moaned loudly, thrusting hard into herself. She dripped onto his chin.
"Oh, fuck Abby. I need you!" he ignored what Veronica had instructed. One hand pulled her hand out and the other pulled her hips down onto his face as he attacked her clitoris.
"Oh, God!" She screamed, falling forward on her hands. Her orgasm began immediately, racking her entire body with violent convulsions. She cried out as John thrust his tongue deep inside her, lapping greedily. Abby grabbed John's shaft, her mouth taking his entire length as his hips thrust towards her.
John's hips shuddered as he exploded inside her mouth, pumping gallons into her mouth and down her throat. He continued to pleasure her, bringing her quickly to another orgasm. She screamed as it hit her, her inner-self trapped by the violence of her pleasures.
Finally they collapsed together, completely depleted of life sustaining liquids. Their hearts beat hard and fast, as they lost all muscle control. Abby lay on top of John, her face resting on his groin as her legs dripped against his neck. John began to giggle.
"My, God, Abby Lockhart. That was the most incredible . . . well . . shit!" He gasped. He could feel Abby giggling while she panted, trying to catch her breath.
"I am so glad you are stubborn," she laughed, kissing his flaccid tool.
"Fuck, yeah," he chuckled.
To be continued…………..
- Lyrics - Right Said Fred - I'm Too Sexy
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