“I told you last time I think I like women,” Linda started, trying not to sneak a peek at her attractive therapist.
“I remember,” Dr. Emily smiled.
“Well, I know who I want as my first female sexual partner…” Linda squirmed.
“And?”
“It’s forbidden. I doubt it could ever happen, it’s pointless.”
Linda couldn’t help but stare at Dr. Emily’s chest. Her breasts peeped out of her white blouse, buttons undone exposed cleavage, the thin material revealed the outline of her brassiere.
Linda knew the rules. No sex with your therapist. But there was no law against being turned on.
