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I have been a school counselor for about ten years, I'm forty-two years old. Shoulder-length red hair and green eyes. I'm 4'8", 110 pounds with a fairly good figure.
I've had a variety of different cases come into my office. But none as...unique...as my latest case.
Her name was Lindsay, a very pretty ten-year-old with long black hair and hazel eyes. She's about four feet even but is very shy. It took me about a month to break the surface and get her to open up to me a little. You see, she had barely passing grades and her focus in class was always drifting into daydreams.
Her math teacher brought her to my attention after she caught Lindsay staring out the window several times during tests.
As Lindsay sat in a chair in front of my desk, head lowered, hands clasped loosely in her lap and her feet swung absent-mindedly back and forth. Her bright yellow, flower dress resting just below her knees. She wore matching colored ankle socks and white, Velcro sneakers, her hair was in twin ponytails on either side of her head which reminded me of Cindy Brady from 'The Brady Bunch' TV show.
"So, Lindsay," I began, setting aside her file and resting my chin on my joined hands and smiling at her. "Do you think you can trust me enough to tell me what's got you so distracted in class?"
She slowly shook her head 'no', nibbling on her bottom lip in thought. Then, she sighed, closed her eyes and in a soft voice (which was almost a whisper, just barely louder), she stopped moving and briefly looked up at me.
"I love my mommy," she said.
"Why, of course you do, sweetie," I assured her, matter-of-factly. "We all love our parents."
She sighed more loudly, frustrated.
"You don't understand, Ms. Jensen," she continued. "I love my mommy...a lot!"
I raised an eyebrow at the emphasis on the words 'a lot'. That's when I noticed that her pale skin was now a bright crimson and it looked like she was on the verge of biting her bottom lip completely off.
"What do you mean, dear?"
"Nevermind," she grunted, getting more frustrated.
"You know that everything you say in here, to me, is our secret and I would never tell anyone. That's part of my job." I tried to reassure her.
The silence was almost deafening as we sat there, me watching her while she looked back to the floor. I decided to try a different approach.
"What do you feel when you think of your mommy?" I asked softly, waiting for more silence to follow.
I was not prepared for her response as she took a deep breath and her eyes seemed to take on a dreamy glaze.
"I feel...um...butterflies in my tummy and I get kinda itchy...down there," she said as she pointed to between her legs. Her face became a deeper, darker shade of red and that's when I knew just what she meant.
"You mean...like a mommy and daddy love each other?" I gasped softly, not exactly knowing if she quite knew what sex was.
"Uh-huh!" she almost giggled, as she began to fidget and rub her thighs together. It seemed she was fighting the urge to push her clasped hands harder into her lap.
"Does she know, dear?" I almost whispered.
"NO!" Lindsay blurted out a little louder than she had intended, then in a softer voice, she added. "I can't tell her."
"Why not, Lindsay?" I asked.
"I'm just a little girl," she whispered. "Mommy only likes big girls."
With that, she clasped her hands over her face and began to whimper.
I got up from my chair and walked around my desk, took Lindsay into my arms and held her until her tears slowly ended.
"It's alright, sweetie," I soothed. "Would it help if I had a talk with her?"
Lindsay pushed away from me as if hit by an electrical shock, a terrified look on her face.
"But...you said...you wouldn't tell, Ms. Jensen," she was almost in tears again, this time in fear.
"I won't tell anyone if you don't want me to, hon. I was only asking to see if you wanted me to," I assured her. "But something has to give or it'll keep eating you up inside. I know, I've felt the same way quite a few times in my life."
Lindsay calmed down and she smiled softly.
"You...you would...talk to her?" she replied, almost relieved. "What would you say? Would I get into trouble?"
"If that is what you want, hon," I replied with a soft smile. "And, no. You won't get into trouble. As for what I would say, I'm not sure, but I will think of something."
When Lindsay left my office, she was skipping and her joyous feelings seemed to spread throughout the hall and out the door where her mother was waiting for her. She always picked Lindsay up and drop her off...every day.
I walked out to the car trailing a short distance behind Lindsay. When Lindsay realized I was following her as she got into the car, her fear began to rise. But, when she saw me wink at her, she knew everything was going to be alright.
I got to the car and I squatted down on Lindsay's side and put my arms up on the open window frame, resting my chin on my arms, smiling.
"Hello, Ms. Stevens," I greeted. "I'm Ms. Jensen, the school counselor. I've been working with your daughter on some issues and I would like to ask if you have some time to discuss her treatment plan?"
"Of course, Ms. Jensen. Nice to meet you," She replied, stretching out a hand to me, which I took and shook it lightly.
"When would be a good time for you?" I asked, being very professional about my inquiry.
I noticed Lindsay watching me out of the corner of my eye, but I maintained my professionalism.
"Well, I can't right now," she told me as she looked at her watch. "I have a babysitter..."
"I'm NOT a baby," Lindsay interjected sternly, crossing her arms in front of her chest and 'humphing'.
"Of course, you aren't, sweetie," her mother replied with a hint of a giggle. "But you're not old enough to stay home at night by yourself."
The she turned back to me and continued.
"I'm going out with some friends for a bit and I can't cancel."
"You mean 'HER'," Lindsay piped in grumpily.
"LINDSAY JEAN!" Ms. Stevens gasped out loud, turning the same shade of crimson I has seen in Lindsay not fifteen minutes ago.
"It's OK, Ms. Steven," I assured her with a wink and a smile. "You're not alone."
Ms. Stevens looked at me with her eyes wide and her mouth nearly in her lap. Then she smiled and took a deep breath.
"Please, call me Linda," she told me.
"Here we go again," Lindsay muttered.
"Lindsay, that's quite enough. I swear, I don't know what's got into you lately."
"I'm Sarah. Nice to meet you, Linda."
I just smiled and winked at Lindsay, letting her know everything would be OK.
"How about after school tomorrow?" I asked.
Linda, by this time, was chewing on her bottom lip, 'Like mother, like daughter,' I thought to myself.
"Are you doing anything tonight?" she asked, shooting a defiant look at Lindsay, daring her to say something about her invite to me.
"Not really. Was just going to curl up with a good book before bed."
"I'll pick you up at nine. What's your address?"
After writing down my address and phone number for Linda, I stood up and watched her and Lindsay pull away, Lindsay was looking out the window at me, but she was too far away to judge her expression. I made my way to my car and headed home too.
-- added by MAS, September 5 2010
On the drive home, I got to thinking about the discussion I was to have with Linda about Lindsay and the fact that we would be in a busy club which was likely to be noisy, not to mention crowded. The chances of being overheard were great, so I decided to call Linda and ask her if we could talk about things in my office the next day.
Once I got home, I realized that their number was at the school in Lindsay's file, so I would have to either wait for her to call or wait for her to arrive to ask her about it. In any case, a night out might be fun. I was usually a homebody, content with a good book over loud clubs.
Sighing to myself, I look at the clock and notice it's about seven PM, so I go into my room and begin to put together an outfit for the evening. But it's been so long since I've even thought about going out, not to mention not knowing what kind of club it was, I wasn't sure what to wear. So I opted for a conservative outfit. A simple knee-length black gown with a moderate neckline and sleeves that reached in between my shoulder and elbow. I chose a plain black bra and casual cut panties. Nothing sexy as I didn't want to send out the wrong message to anyone tonight.
I lay the outfit on my bed and stripped out of my work clothes, grabbed a book and headed to the bathroom, naked. I often enjoyed the freedom of walking around my meager apartment with nothing on. I always kept my drapes drawn, in order to shut out the outside world. I liked it that way.
Running the bath, setting the temperature a little warmer than usual, I added some soothing bath oil to the mix and stepped in the welcoming water. After adjusting the bath pillow I kept for a relaxing session of soaking and reading, I picked up my latest Nora Roberts novel and began reading, allowing the oils to sooth the stress of the day away.
-- added by MAS, September 20 2010
After a few minutes I put down my book realizing that I had re-read the same sentence at least a dozen times. There was no doubt I was distracted. My mind drifted, not to Linda, but strangely enough to Lindsay. My hand reached down between my legs and I began rubbing that ever so sensative spot, all the while picturing the little girl. I couldn't help myself. I began to picture her naked, although she didn't have any breasts her curves did make for a very sexy look. I rubbed faster building toward orgasm as I visualized Lindsay doing the same thing spread eagle on a bed. I came hard and it overwhelmed me with a sensation I had only ever experienced a few times in my life. When I had recovered I got out of the tub and dressed. I began running the conversation that Lindsay and I had earlier trying to think of an effective way to tell Linda what her young daughter was feeling.
At nine o' clock Linda pulled up to my house, Lindsay was sitting in the back seat, biting her lip and looking nervous. I smiled and winked at her again. "Hi Lindsay." I said cheerfully. She seemed to relax a bit and smiled back at me. "Hello Linda." I said turning to Ms. Steven. This brought a frown to Linsay's face, so from that point on I called her Ms. Steven. We drove to their home, making small talk along the way. When we were finally seated in their living room a few minutes later it was time to let the cat out of the bag. "Ms. Steven, your daughter and I had a talk earlier today and she confided in me the reason that has had her so distracted lately." Linda nodded, and I cleared my throat before continuing. "It seems that she is feeling a very special love for you." At this Lindsay seemed to shrink down and looked at her mother from downturned eyes.
-- added by Lesinside123, September 22 2010
Ms. Steven was actually glad to hear this because she had a special
love for her daughter too. This is something Lindsay wasn't aware of
until now. Linday felt relieved to hear this. Linda gave me the
phone number where she was going to be at. She then picked up her
daughter and give her a long, big hug and kiss on her lips, followed
by a couple of "you better do what she tells you" smacks on her
butt. She then put her down turned her around and patted her bottom
a couple more times. She then said goodbye to me and her daughter
-- added by orgasm freak, November 14 2010
Linda looked down at her daughter with a embarrassed look in her eyes " would you just give us a moment please I would have a word with my daughter" She paused to draw in a deep breath" we won't be a minute. " of course" I replied quickly. And left the room what they didn't know was that I would be able to hear everything from where my ear was pressed against the floor of the room above where they were.
Linda picked up her daughter and looked in her eyes. "Baby what do you mean you have this special love for me?" Lindsay had a tear in her eye. "I mean, I love you, and I want to love you like a boyfriend loves you. I mean, I know I'm not a boy, I'm a girl." Linda smiled and laughed. "It's okay pumpkin, we'll talk about this tomorrow. Okay?" "Okay Mommy. I love you." Linda then gave her daughter a big kiss on the mouth and gave her loving pats on the bottom. She then put her down gave her another pat on the bottom and sent her back into the room where Linda was.
-- added by Singing Man, November 14 2010
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