Chapter 15
"I shouldn't. I'm sorry. I woke up in a cold sweat. I had no where else to turn. Please forgive me. I know I've done nothing wrong, that was a bad choice of words. But what was I to do."
Sister Bernadette listened to Dr. Barrington console her. It was 3:30 in the morning and she was fresh out of a bad dream. His voice, though obviously tired, was reassuring. She listened to his tone, ignoring the content of his soothing words, wondering all the while how he looked at that very moment. Was he naked? Did he have a hairy chest? Had she, in fact, woken him up, or rather caught him in the middle of a late night humping of his wife? If she did, his wife was mad, but she was glad. The old cunt probably gave it to him once a week just to keep the rust off. And probably never moved so she wouldn't mess up her hair.
"It was so bad. There were two of them this time. They did these things to me. Awful! I fought them. But they won out. It's a sin but I loved how they made me feel. I can't take it. I'm shaking ... quivering ... my night gown rubs against my breasts and I can't stand it. I woke up playing with myself. Please help me ... Do some-thing before I come apart at the seams."
Her voice was sincere. She could tell because he believed her. She was glad. Nine months had passed since she first started therapy and tonight she started taking the initiative.
"U-huh. Whatever you say, but I have to see you tomorrow. Won't take no for an answer. Promise me. I won't hang up 'til you say yes!"
Enough was enough. Don't over do it she told herself. Push your luck and you'll blow it. Cool it! Don't be a ham. Now was the time. Lay it on him and hang up.
"10:30, fine ... but ... uh ... don't know how to say this ... I know it's best to ... but I feel dirty ... I know I must let you know the dream ... well, how can I say it ... one of the men ... he ... ah ... he was ... Dear God in Heaven ... You!"
Cindy hung up. Smiled, looked over at the night light, caught the time-4:01 AM-clicked the light switch and closed her eyes. She knew she'd sleep good, but hoped he wouldn't. If only she knew how right she was.
Click. Sister Bernadette's call hadn't woken him up. He had been reading in bed. Somewhere in the back of his mind he had expected it. Sooner or later. It was a healthy sign that the patient had crossed the critical crossroad of ultimate trust. Most crossed. Some never could. Those were the ones he could never reach.
No, he wasn't surprised. The fact she clicked off as she did concerned him, though. What did it mean? Had she suddenly withdrawn from him? But why? Should he call her back? He looked at the phone, the monotonous tone irritating his nerves. Tomorrow is soon enough, let her get her head together tonight. He put the phone back on the receiver on his bedside nightstand.
His wife stirred, she was restless trying to find a new position. The call, like all her husbands late night calls disturbed her restful sleep. "Come on, will ya? Turn off the light. Put out that stinky butt and go to sleep. You're keeping me up."
He ignored her as he had been doing since they were married. His mind was preoccupied with Sister Bernadette. There was something different about her. Yes, even sexy. He was surprised and smiled to himself. He took off his glasses and placed them on the nightstand next to the phone. Maybe it was her hair. He loved long hair, especially red hair. What was her body like like hidden beneath her veil of clothes? Were her legs long or short? He thought how much of a shame it was to waste such a beautiful body. He knew she was just hiding behind her own curtain waiting to be herself. It was evident. As clear as the nose on her face.
He was pleased at how well and how fast she was responding to his treatment. Since her very first day, she had been a challenge to him, forcing extensive reading and planning. It was almost as if she was psyching him out at the same time.
Oh well, tomorrow is another day. Mentally he clicked off his mind and slid down under the sheet. Reaching up, he turned off the light throwing the bedroom into total darkness, except for the light from the moon slipping in under the shades.
His wife tossed again, still trying to find that comfortable position. Her warm buttocks rubbed against his naked hip. Since they had been married, neither one wore pajamas. It all started on their honeymoon as a bet. They were touring the Bahama Islands on a charted yacht-a present from her father. It was a hot night and they were taking a shower in the mini-stall. Completely lathered, they were experimenting, counting all the possible positions in the tiny area. After reaching eight screwing positions, she dropped to her knees and she sucked his massive joint into her mouth like a vacuum. She took his two swollen balls in her hands squeezing them gently as she slid her rounded lips backwards and forwards along his dick. Once she banged her head on the wall. He laughed. She opened her mouth to say "ouch" and drove her teeth into his joint instantly reducing it to a limp piece of putty. Try in vain, it would not respond. Everything she tried, failed. As a final effort, she swore she would eternally keep her body naked when they went to sleep so he could take her whenever he wanted. She would never say no! And it worked!
That was more years back than he cared to remember. The promise was kept. But the enthusiasm died shortly thereafter. He got more response from a piece of raw liver than he got from her.
He chuckled, remembering a joke one of his patients had told him about his own wife. "One night, we were having sex and I thought I'd hurt her." He remembered asking "Why?", with honest concern, not realizing he was being set up. "Be-cause she moved!"
He rolled over on his side, sliding his right arm around grabbing a handful of her tit. She jolted, half trying to free herself, half unaware of what was going on. Sliding closer, he wedged his joint between the cheeks of her buttocks.
"Stop it ... go to sleep ... leave me alone!"
He ignored her enthusiasm. Sliding his hand down over her stomach, she slapped his hand but her persisted and grabbed her hairy cunt. Her lips weren't swollen, they wouldn't respond. Her vagina, tight and dry, resisted as best it could, this probing finger.
The bed squeaked as she slid over on her back in a quick angry move that reflected her total annoyance. If she wanted to get to sleep, she'd get it over with as fast as possible. And do it now.
"Ok," she grumbled under her breath, pulling up her knees, spreading them as wide as possible. Her eyes stayed shut., Her head still rested to one side of the pillow. She was still asleep!
"Gee thanks," he mumbled under his breath.
"Watcha saaaa-"
"Forget it."
"Love you too, honey, wake me up when you're through."
Philip mounted her and reached down guiding his dick into her cunt. Her lips were dry. Her hole was tight and she groaned as he pressed in. He couldn't believe this was what sex was all about. He remembered getting more thrills cuffing his joint in the bathroom, looking at naked pictures of women when he was a kid.
Small thrust led to deep thrust, lubricating her vagina walls. Her rump started thrusting in unison with his jabs. "Whoopy," he thought. "She's not dead after all. All is not lost."
She groaned. "Too bad you're missing it," he chuckled. "I'll tell you all about it in the morning." He grabbed two healthy handfuls of her ass, thrusting his dick as deep as it would go. He felt it hit the cervix.
In a little less than twenty seconds, he came, unloading his rocks as he usually did. Exciting, it wasn't Functional well, it worked.
After play, forget it. She didn't need it and he couldn't care less. He slid off, swinging his arm back over his shoulder, pulling out two tissues from the box on his nightstand. His hot come was just beginning to ooze down into her hairs when he wedged the tissue between her swollen lips.
The clock radio ticked off the seconds. He stared into the dark thinking about Sister Bernadette's bushy, hairy box. He was asleep in two minutes.
Cindy was intentionally fifteen minutes late for her appointment. She knew he'd wait out the hour. Keeping him off guard was the order of the day. Everything was ready in her mind. This was to be the big day she'd planned for so long.
Early that morning she'd gotten up, taken a shower, douched with a cherry-scented douch, put on Estee, and packed her habit in her big white box. She threw on a cotton shift and took the cross-town bus at the comer and changed in the women's room at the coffee shop five blocks away. With her luck, she would have changed closer to home and someone would have spotted her and blown everything.
She sat meditatively in his outer office as she was being announced. The receptionist put down the receiver. "You may go in now."
By the time she reached the door, Philip had opened it and was waiting for her. "Hold all calls," he said, closing the door.
"Why don't you sit on the couch today. You'll feel much more comfortable."
She nodded not saying a word.
He didn't give her a chance to speak. "I'm very glad you called last night ... really am." He sat at the opposite end of the leather couch waiting for her to speak.
Not wanting to let the silence linger, since she wasn't responding, he continued after clearing his throat. "Hey, I'm over here. Remember me? We've been seeing each other twice a week for-months now." Sister Bernadette smiled and lifted her bent head.
"I'm sorry ... really am ... the dream was too much. Especially about you . I'm ashamed that I told you." She paused, letting what she said settle in his mind. When she figured he was ready, she let him have it.
"But I came to realize one thing last night after I hung up."
"And what was that."
She looked him straight in his eyes. "That I want you! Not just a man ... not for ever, but for now." Philip didn't say a word.