Chapter 4: Argie Hears the Tape

John dropped the tape, such as it was, off at Doctor Gladstone's office, went to the library a block away and browsed while she listened to his tape. He knew it would take forty minutes to play out as he had timed it the night before. He generously gave Dr. Gladstone fifty minutes; partly because that was the normal time he got to spend in her office for a typical session.

When he opened the door to her office, she tried to appear 'normal, ' but he was able to detect a slight flush in her cheeks and neck.

Gladstone: "You've been a pretty active boy haven't you, Mr. Franck?"

Franck: "That's what I've been tellin' you, both here and on the tape."

Gladstone: John, as your doctor you know I must accept what you tell me at face value. But this... this is extraordinary and I..."

Franck: You mean ya don't buy it. You think I made it up?"

Gladstone: "Well quite candidly, I think I need to asses this further, perhaps discuss it with a colleague..."

Franck: "The fuck you will," he said angrily and took the tape from her machine and thrust it into his pocket. "You've seen the last of me, Doc... that is if you're really a doctor and not some broad lookin' to fantasize about what a real man does with his women."

Gladstone: "John! Please, be reasonable! I'm trying to believe what you say... please believe me when I say this, but people with problems of a sexual nature tend to exaggerate their experiences."

Franck: "Really? And what about all the places for sex-addicts, are they pure fantasy too?"

Gladstone: "No, John, but..." 'He was fast, she thought, 'he's way ahead of me, ' as the doctor struggled mightily for the words that would convince him she meant well.

Frank: "I'm oversexed, I know it, and I need help. I guess I'll try Sex Addicts Anonymous. There are three different places here in town with weekly meetings. Did you know that Doc?" He said with a sneer.

Gladstone: "I know of them..." she said weakly and hated herself for not being capable of reasoning with him. Then she saw the outline of his penis beneath his slacks -- and unconsciously noted his growing erection.

Gladstone: "Do you want sex right now, John?" She asked, quickly trying to seize the initiative

Franck: You making me an offer? I won't refuse you."

Gladstone: "Perhaps," she replied and she left it there, waiting for his reaction.

Franck: "You first," he said. "Last time I wound up jerking off. You enjoyed watching me, I know that. This time you start. Why not unbutton your blouse first?"

Gladstone: "You misunderstood me. I don't... I won't engage in any sexual activity with you, now or ever. I cannot. I'm your doctor and cannot for any reason treat you and have sex with you, it's unethical and that's all I have to say about it, except to ask you to listen to me John. Of course, we all have emotional and social reasons for having sex as well as the physical pleasure it might bring us. Sexual addicts are distinguished by their compulsion to have sex under even the most risky and abusive situations. For many people sexual addiction has its roots in a family history of sexual abuse and addiction. Its treatment requires some form of counseling. Therapy options are numerous, including twelve step programs, psychotherapy and support groups. It is strongly recommended that the partners of addicts also seek counseling either independently or with the addict. The treatment of sexual addiction aims not so much to bring all sex to an end but rather to place sex into the context of healthy relationships and to encourage sex that is mutual and not compulsive.

Then Doctor Gladstone carefully added, "Sexual addiction can generally be defined only as a problem for people who feel their behavior has a negative effect on their lives. I see my job as determining what it is that is causing you distress, and don't want to necessarily quantify it based on how much sex you are having."

"Frankly, I think it would be a mistake to go this road alone. Addictions are seldom things that can be dealt with on our own. We need to find either the source for why we are having the compulsive behavior or we need to find coping mechanism to compensate for the situation."

"Like any addiction, John, you must first recognize that you are not in a healthy lifestyle and desire to change that behavior. Next you have to determine what the cause is of this behavior. Is it an environmental cause where you grew into this behavior as a result of past experiences with others, for example through childhood abuse? Or it might be a chemistry issue. It's possible you have a genetic make-up that predisposes you to a compulsive behavior."

Franck: "Let's cut the crap Doc. I see nothing unhealthy about wanting to fuck everything in a skirt. Well maybe STD, but that aside, I'm all for screwing women all day and all night."

Gladstone: "Let me be honest with you, If you don't have a problem, per se, why are you here? If it a case of you're not having sufficient confidence in me I can refer you to another competent psychologist."

Franck: "I feel fine about talkin' to you. The tape should confirm that, but I hear you saying the tape ain't the truth and it sure as shit is!"

Gladstone: "I do believe you, John. I truly do."

John: Thank you Doctor Gladstone. It's nice to be believed."

He had calmed down and was still willing to work with the doctor.

"For starters, I was not abused at all as a child. I had the greatest, most straight laced, hard working, and loving parents. I grew up in a nice home and was well loved. I am the youngest of 3 boys. I lost my virginity at 13 but was playing around long before then. I am addicted to porn. As soon as my wife and I are finished with sex, I hop in the shower and masturbate again. Every time I see a female, I don't care if it's on TV, at work, on the street, or in church; in short anywhere and everywhere. My mind is constantly on sex.

Franck rises from his chair, causing Dr. Gladstone to blanch, but he takes two steps toward the door before turning. Send me the bill Doc. I won't be back. If I'm gonna resolve this problem I'll do it on my own. "

"John," Dr. Gladstone raises a hand in the air and then drops it, knowing all to well she has failed her patient.

"See ya around Doc," Franck said opening the door and heading home.

After stopping by his McDonald franchise and ensuring things were going smoothly, John went home. He inserted a fresh tape, having convinced himself that he would complete his sexual history at least for his own personal satisfaction, but hoping that he would be able to mend things with Doctor Gladstone and perhaps even get into her pants eventually. He knew the tape had excited her and felt that in time he would seduce her.

"My college career involved a good amount of sexual activity. I went to Miami University and soon learned that almost anything went as long as both parties were okay with it.

In my first semester I had sex with three women and came quite close with a fourth.

The first, Maggie, was actually only a friend. One night she wound up sleeping in my bed. I can't recall exactly how it came about, but guess it had to do with drinking too much beer.

Anyway, we were both fully clothed. My roommate was sleeping in the next bed. We had no intention of having sex at all. In fact, we were sleeping in reversed positions -- my feet at her head, her feet at my head. Suddenly, around four in the morning, Maggie started rubbing my cock. Oh, I was awake for this, fully awake. She took it out of my pants and began to masturbate me. I was surprised, and of course let things progress without interruption.

After about a minutes of gentle jerks and squeezing Maggie released my dick long enough to pull her own pants off; exposing her lovely white ass too my view. And yes, by then Maggie knew I was awake.

She turned her back to me and began rubbing her ass against my cock. With her first low moan of satisfaction, I held her ass and guided my cock into her warm, wet pussy. After only a few minutes of movement, I pulled out and came all over her ass. She moaned quietly and rubbed my sperm into her ass cheeks and asshole. I put my sticky penis back into my pants and went back to sleep.

The next morning, Maggie was gone. For the next week we acted as if nothing had happened. Then on a Saturday night, I visited her in her dorm room. She was dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. No bra. Her roommate, a girl named, Lisa, I think, I'm not positive about that, was wearing a bathrobe.

We sat around talking for a while until Maggie and I noticed that Lisa's bathrobe was open. We could see her large, pale breasts swinging freely as she talked and gestured. Naturally, this turned me on and it aroused Maggie too, e cause when Lisa got up and left the room to take a shower Maggie turned to me and said, "Would you like to fuck?"

I nodded and yanked my shorts off. She pushed her jeans down to her knees and got in the doggy-style position. I touched her pussy - and found it sopping wet. I entered her with no problem. She moaned as we began. After a few strokes I remembered I wasn't wearing a rubber and asked her if it was all right for me to come inside of her, or did she want to get some protection.

"Keep screwin', I'm on the pill, baby," she replied.

We finished before her roommate got back, and were seated on the beat-up couch acting as if nothing had happened when Lisa walked out of the shower, humming a Beatles tune.

It was the last time Maggie and I fucked, but we remained very good friends throughout college.

John shut the tape off and sporting a formidable erection went to the window to peek on his neighbor, Mrs. Witkowski, who was watering her flowers.

John had been watching his neighbor off and on since she and her husband had moved in three months before. Although they had met socially, John had not had an opportunity to get Mrs. Witkowski alone. In fact, he didn't know her first name.

What he did know was that she was a good looking blonde with a small chest, but killer legs and a world class ass. In was her ass that caught and held his attention as he watched her from his den window.

Taking two ice cold beers from the refrigerator, he sauntered outside and pretended to discover her as he turned the corner of his house to where she happened to be working in her side yard.

"Oh, hi," he called out, causing her to straighten up, and in the process, exposing her small breasts to his eyes.

"Hi," she replied as she flushed upon realizing that he had seen her breasts, or most of them. She decided to pretend he hadn't and followed with, "I know it's hotter than Hades, but I just can't put off pruning these plants any longer if I don't want a jungle out here."

"I understand," John said and held out a cold can of beer to her. "Have a brew, nice and cold. It will help with the pruning."

"Why thank you," his neighbor said, accepting the beer.

John opened his with a soft pop and a second later she did the same.

"I'm John Franck," he said and smiled at her with both his mouth and eyes.

"She was taken with him, liking particularly his easy laid back manner.

"I know. We met briefly just after we moved in." Then she realized he had forgotten her name and so she promptly supplied it.

"Jill, Jill Witkowski," she said and offered him her free hand which John promptly accepted, shook once and then let go.

He found himself captivated by the insolent curvature of her wide hips, and the appetizing color contrasts of her skin and hair that fairly challenged him to attack her.

His opportunity came about ten minutes later, when she invited him in for a second beer. It wasn't the invitation to come in, but the sultry look she gave him that found him caressing the small of her back as they entered her side door to the kitchen.

"Kind of free with the hands, aren't you, John?"

He might have backed off then and not continued trying to get her into bed, but he caught her glancing down at his erection for just a split second and knew she was open to a sexual invitation.

"Wanting you makes me anxious all over," he told her as his hand dropped lower, to the curve of her ass. She arched her eyebrow, but left his hand there, opened the refrigerator and removed two beers, handing him one.

Looking him in the eye, Jill said, "You're anxious huh?"

He opened his beer and handed it to her, accepting hers in return. He took his time opening his beer and then met her eye and answered her.

"What I'm anxious about is..." he paused and took a long drink from his beer.

"Aaah," he said, then wiped his mouth of with his arm. "I feel there should be more of me. What I mean is... I'm half crazy deciding what to do first with you. I want to eat you, fuck you and have you blow me all at the same time. But we both know that's impossible."