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**Introductions**

"Why do you think you're a lesbian, Mandy?"
Mandy squirmed uncomfortably in her chair.
Dr. Prinz waited calmly for Mandy's answer. She had to know if Mandy was
experiencing true lesbian impulses or just natural teenage curiousity
about sex. She knew that many teenagers, boys mostly, would hump a fire
hydrant if they thought it would get them off.
"Well, I guess I think about sex a lot. And my fantasies are always about
women."
It was said with much reluctance, but Dr. Prinz was relieved. Mandy's
mother would be disappointed, perhaps, but even Mandy's reluctance to talk
about it indicated that Mandy was, indeed, attracted to women. She would
need a lot of therapy to work her way through her feelings, but Dr. Prinz
was ready to help Mandy the way she had helped so many others before her.
"At your age a lot of people would say that was completely natural. How do
you feel about it?"
Mandy looked across Dr. Prinz's neat desk, but couldn't raise her gaze to
the pale green eyes she knew hadn't left her. She focused on the Doctor's
silk blouse and the simple red and gold scarf knotted at the neck.  "I
guess I don't feel anything. Except I know people will be upset when I
don't grow out of it. And my mom's freaked out."
"Why is that?" Dr. Prinz, Lola to her friends, noticed that Mandy flushed
and squirmed again. The more Mandy squirmed, the less adequately the
miniskirt Mandy wore covered her thighs. Lola caught herself staring and
remembering the first teenage thighs she'd ever put her head between --
fifteen years ago while she was still a teenager herself.
"Well she caught me with the ... housekeeper."
"Doing what?" Lola had a good idea, but helping Mandy talk about it and
discussing it as natural would strengthen Mandy's acceptance of herself.
Of course Mandy's mother would probably prefer that Lola encouraged Mandy
to look to males for sexual gratification, but of course Lola had no
intention of doing that.
"We were in bed."
"Who intiated that? You?"
"No!" Mandy looked up at the Doctor, then fixed her gaze on the Doctor's
scarf pin. It was an 'L' and Mandy wished she knew what it stood for.
"Helga practically accosted me. She said she'd seen me and ..."
"Yes, go on," Lola said.
"... and a friend in the pool and knew I was a ... dyke."
"So you had sex with Helga?" At Mandy's nod, Lola went on, "Did you have
sex with her because she was going to tell on you?"
"No, she never threatened, she just started touching me and kissing me and
before I knew it we were in bed."
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Mostly," Mandy said. She had really liked it when Helga had pinned her
down and rubbed her wet cunt all over Mandy's face. She'd drank and eaten
and feasted -- it had been great.
"And your friend, the one in the pool.  Did you have sex with her?"
"Yes. But she said it was more fun with boys."
"What do you think?"
"I don't know," Mandy said. "I suppose I should try it."
"Do you want to?"
Mandy shook her head. She thought boys smelled and their hands were all
over you without even asking first.
"Why do you think your friend might want boys instead of girls?"
"Because they have ... you know."
"Penises?"
"Yeah. And, well, they're supposed to fit into us, you know?"
Lola knew. A popular misconception. Fingers fit much better and didn't
deflate, but Mandy needed a little more proof. Well, Lola had an idea.
"The penis can be limited in what it provides and there are substitutes
for it."
"Don't you think it's wrong for me to want other girls?"
"Do you love your body, Mandy?" Mandy nodded. "Then what could be wrong
about loving its form? No, I don't think it's wrong if it makes you feel
good."
"But --"
"But what?" Lola leaned back in her chair, aware of the authority figure
she represented.
"Bev never said she came and I don't know if I did either. She said you
only came with boys."
"If that were the case then what was she doing with you? And what was
Helga looking for?"
"Helga's older. And Bev did it for fun, she said. And I don't know if it's
great. I mean it did feel good, but there weren't any shooting stars, that
sort of thing. Do you know what I mean?" After Helga she had been burning
and hung up, but Helga had only laughed at her. She had said if Mandy was
good she might get some in return. Mandy finally met the Doctor's gaze and
found the Doctor was staring at her very seriously, but smiling faintly.
"I know what you mean. Mandy, your mother brought you here so I could
diagnose what she called a problem. I do believe you are a lesbian, but
you do not suffer from any medical condition. You are what you are and
there isn't anything I or your mother can do about it."
"But how do I know for sure?" Mandy hugged her arms across her breasts.
"How will I know if girls really do it for me?"
"If I could let you experiment fully with another woman, would that answer
some of your questions?"
"Well, I guess, but how --" The Doctor raised her hand and Mandy fell
silent. A flame began to flicker within her. The Doctor was very
attractive ... short, dark hair, a square chin and broad shoulders. Mandy
hadn't seen her from the waist down, but she could imagine.
"What did you think of the receptionist?"
Mandy blinked, then recalled the blonde woman who had shown her into the
Doctor's office. Big tits. And a really beautiful derriere. "She was very
nice."
"Would you like to have sex with her?"
"Is she some sort of sex therapist?"
The Doctor smiled. "No. She's undergoing therapy for some problems, and
full gratification of her sexual desires under hypnosis has begun to allow
her consciously to accept her lesbianism. You would be doing her as large
a service as she would you."
Mandy considered it. "Would you watch?"
"It is therapy, Mandy."
Mandy nodded. She lowered her gaze and whispered, "I want you to watch."
Lola was surprised. Mandy's sexual needs were bolder than she had thought.
She pushed the intercom button. "Crystal, would you lock the outer door
and then bring your notebook in, please? We'll need privacy and your
help."
Mandy looked up when the receptionist entered the room. She's beautiful,
Mandy thought. What a way to learn!
"Lock that door as well, Crystal."
Crystal locked the door and then approached the desk. Lola looked up and
found Crystal staring at her trustingly as always.  Soon, Crystal would be
free from her prison of sexual repression and then they would really start
enjoying each other's company.
"Are you sleepy, Crystal?"
"Yes, Doctor." Crystal's expression altered slightly, and then she smiled.
"How can I help you?"
"Tell Mandy what your favorite sexual positions are, Dianna."
Mandy's jaw dropped. The receptionist looked exactly the same, but now she
was turning back to Mandy with a completely new expression on her face.
Dianna unbuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse. She didn't know why
it seemed so tight. She looked at the lovely young woman in the miniskirt.
"I have a lot of favorite sexual positions. Right now I'm into fucking. I
like fingers in me from behind. But I'm also going through a phase where I
love to have a woman riding my face."
Mandy shivered. She had never heard anyone talk aloud about sex like this.
It was incredibly arousing.
"Would you like to do any of those things with Mandy?" Lola gestured to
Dianna, who moved toward Mandy.
"I'd like to do everything with Mandy. She only has to ask." Dianna
unbuttoned a few more buttons.
Mandy swallowed. She knew she was getting sticky between her legs. She
looked at the Doctor.
"Go ahead, Mandy. Dianna will do anything you ask of her." Lola sat back
and enjoyed her own racing pulse.
"Dianna?"
"Yes, Mandy?"
"Take your clothes off."
"I thought you'd never ask." Dianna quickly unbuttoned her cuffs, and more
slowly opened her blouse, slipping each button free as she pulled her
blouse out of her skirt.  Then she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to
the ground. Leaning back on the Doctor's desk, she peeled off her panty
hose and underwear and then sat on the edge of the Doctor's desk, her legs
slightly apart.
Mandy couldn't believe this was happening. Dianna's dark hair between her
legs already appeared damp, but her attention was drawn to Dianna's hands,
sliding over the very inadequate bra she wore. Mandy felt weak and melted
when Dianna pulled her blouse all the way open and she could see Dianna's
nipples hardening.
Dianna reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Slowly she pulled it
away and her breasts fell below it. She knew she looked sexy like this,
and she saw Mandy quickly lick her lips. "Would you like to suck them?"
Dianna pinched her own nipples slightly.
Mandy didn't need another invitation. She leaned toward Dianna, and Dianna
came to her. Mandy raised her lips and then opened her mouth to take a
beauitful, hard nipple between her teeth.
"Yes," Dianna murmured. "Bite it a little, but not too hard."
Mandy nipped at the erotic flesh and then sucked more of Dianna's breast
into her mouth. Her mouth loved the texture of Dianna's breasts. Her mind
knew that Helga's and Bevs had been different, but they were also the
same. The same and right thing to have in her mouth.
"That's right," Dianna purred. "Suck them both."
Lola watched as Mandy gave increasingly frantic attention to first one
then the other of Dianna's breasts. Dianna was going to be a good teacher.
By the time the session was over, Mandy would know just how good it could
be with a woman.
Mandy sucked Dianna's breasts for a long time. While she sucked them, she
unbuttoned her own shirt, and slipped out of it, then her bra. When Dianna
finally leaned away, Mandy was naked from the waist up. Dianna's nipples
were red-hard.
Mandy stood up and started to remove her mini-skirt, but Dianna's hands on
her breasts stopped her.
"Leave it on. Take your panties off."
Mandy did as she was told. When she stood up again she looked past Dianna
to where Dr. Prinz was still sitting. Dr. Prinz was staring at the few
wisps of Mandy's pubic hair that showed below the hem of her mini-skirt.
Mandy felt a rush and then turned her attention back to Dianna.
"Tell Dianna what you want her to do," Dr. Prinz said.
"Get down on your knees, Dianna," Mandy said. She opened her legs further
as Dianna kneeled. "Hold me open and eat me."
Dianna did precisely as she was told. Mandy was flowing with wetness and
Dianna licked her way through Mandy's pussy again and again, then slowly
suckled at Mandy's clitoris.  When she felt wetness dripping off her chin,
Dianna regretted the waste. She lifted her head. "I want you to drip on my
face," she told Mandy. She stood up and led the dazed Mandy over to the
long, low solid wood coffee table. She opened the drawer built into the
table and pulled out a large towel, then, after pushing the magazines on
the floor, she spread the towel on the table.
Laying back, she pulled Mandy toward her. "Sit on my face," she said.
"Ride my face."
Mandy shuddered as the other woman pulled her down and clasped her hips
with her arms. Helga and Bev had never eaten her like this. This was what
they had both wanted her to do them. Now she knew why. It felt as if
Dianna was going to crawl up into her.
Lola knew that a psychiatrist should maintain a professional distance, but
Mandy reminded her terribly of her first lover. And she so obviously loved
oral sex. She decided if Mandy looked her way again she'd ... join them.
She slipped out of her shoes and hose, then unzipped her pants, sliding
them down. Yes, Mandy looked her way again ... but then Mandy had a new
look on her face, a look Lola had seen many times on the faces of women
about to come.
Mandy felt the beginnings of a new sensation. It was frightening and yet
she didn't want to stop it. She clutched her stomach, then raked her
fingernails over her own nipples. She told Dianna to stop, to do it
harder, to suck her more, to let her go and then her thighs locked and
wouldn't move and her entire body froze in rigid pleasure.
"Oh my God," she groaned through clenched teeth, then she threw herself
backwards, forgetting she was kneeling on the low table.
Luckily, only the carpeted floor was behind her. When the dancing stars
faded away, Mandy was aware of Dr. Prinz holding her.
" --shouldn't have let that happen," the Doctor was saying.
Dianna was bending over her, too, her face gleaming with the wetness that
Mandy knew had come from her.
"Was that an orgasm?" she asked weakly.
Dr. Prinz smiled, but the frown of worry didn't fade entirely. "I think
so.  Only you know for sure."
"Whatever it was, I want to do it again. Without falling off the table,"
Mandy said. She suddenly realized that Dr. Prinz was naked from the waist
down.
"I'm glad you're not hurt," Dianna said. "I want to go on making you feel
good."
"Are you sure you're all right?" Dr. Prinz leaned away slightly and looked
down at Mandy.
"I'm a little shaky, but I suppose you could kiss it and make it better,"
Mandy murmured.
"Kiss what?" Lola could think of several parts of Mandy's body to kiss.
"Anything," Mandy said. "Or better yet, since I'm already down here, why
don't I go down?"
Lola kissed Mandy, then probed deeper in her mouth with her tongue. She
knew it was unprofessional, but Mandy was old enough to consent. She knelt
over Mandy's face, then lowered herself to the teenager's thrusting
tongue. "Higher," she murmured, rocking her hips to help Mandy find her
clit. "Right there," she purred. "Lick me right there."
Lola wrapped her arms around her upper body, shivering. Dianna was between
Mandy's legs now, her fingers probing. Mandy moaned and her tongue went
wild on Lola's clit. A shuddering orgasm swept over Lola and she came,
releasing a flood of new wetness into Mandy's waiting mouth.
"Do you like Dianna's fucking," she asked Mandy when she had moved off
Mandy's face. "Do you like her fingers in you?"
"Yes," Mandy said. "She's gonna make me come."
"Oh yes," Lola said. She bent over Mandy's face and licked up the wetness
that had come out of her and run over Mandy's cheeks and chin. "She'll
make you come. Her fingers are in your pussy, so slick and wet. She won't
stop fucking you until you come. She'll fuck you forever. And if you want
her to she'll eat you again."
She continued to whisper to Mandy, telling her what Dianna was doing to
her, what Dianna would do to her if she asked and she could see the
building ecstasy on Mandy's face. Then Mandy came, arching up from the
floor, thrusting herself down hard on Dianna's hand. "Oh god, oh god," she
gasped over and over until Lola silenced her with her mouth.
She guided Mandy's hand to her own pussy and felt Mandy breathe in deeply
as Lola's wetness ran over her fingers. She broke away from their kiss and
said, "Put your fingers in me."
Mandy felt the warm slickness welcome her. She slid two, then three
fingers inside the Doctor's cunt and moaned loudly when Dianna's mouth
found her breasts.
"You have such small hands," Lola said. So small ... "Put your hand in
me." It had been along time since she had wanted that, but Mandy was
special. Lola felt a rush of days gone by when she'd fucked upright like
this in the restrooms of leather bars. Sometimes a woman's fist, sometimes
a dildo a woman wore like a cock. She reached between her legs and cupped
Mandy's hand, shaping it, then urging to push in when at first it appeared
her hand wouldn't fit. "Fuck me ... yes, like that." Suddenly Mandy's hand
was in her and the shudders of passion were almost unbearable. "Make a
fist and fuck me slow." Lola swayed as Mandy began to move deep within
her.
Dianna realized that Mandy's attention was on the Doctor, and she quickly
abandoned her adoration of Mandy's breasts to stand behind the Doctor,
holding her upright. She stripped the Doctor of the rest of her clothes,
and then knelt behind her, pinching and exciting the Doctor's nipples.
"Too good, too good," Lola moaned. Mandy was taking her back to desires
and memories that had been dormant a long time. Dianna was pinching and
teasing her nipples, making them sore and hard. When she finally put her
mouth on them the warm succor would be exquisite. "Oh, there, slow, now
deeper. Faster."
Her body was an aching blur. She rocked back in Dianna's arms and with a
cry she let orgasm claim her.
It took some time to clean up. Mandy was in a daze, not believing she had
just had such incredible sex with two women. When she sat in her chair
again, facing the Doctor who once again looked pristine and calm -- not at
all like the woman who had screamed, "Fuck me harder" only a short time
ago -- Mandy couldn't focus on reality.
"Mandy, what will you say when your mother asks what went on here today?"
"I'll say that we talked and I think I'm gay."
"A lesbian, Mandy. Say lesbian."
"Lesbian. I'll tell her I'm a lesbian."
"And when she says that's wrong and you need help --"
"I'll tell her if anyone can help me, you can. Once a week might really
help, don't you think?"
Mandy smiled across the desk at Lola. Lola thought once a week was just
fine.

More will follow!

