Psychiatrist

Zin fidgeted in the chair, brushing her long red curls behind her ear, then moving her fingers to her mouth, nibbling on her finger nails. She had to be insane to have agreed to this meeting. She hated places like this. Her eyes wandered to the somewhat boring white walls. A couple small paintings of peaceful surroundings, a clock, and a few plaques displaying credentials were all decorated the white. The furniture was practical - a bookshelf, a desk, a couple chairs - nothing too spectacular.

"Wow, you look incredibly uncomfortable."

Zin looked up at the only other person in the room. "No, I'm..." she stumbled, trying to appear a bit less like she wanted to jump out the nearest window. "I'm sorry, Ben... Doctor Brunner... I'm just not..."

"Comfortable?"

Zin smiled nervously at Ben's help. "Right."

Ben reached over and patted Zin's knee, then quickly pulled back. "So, what can I do for you?"

"Um, well, you asked me to come..."

"Yes, because I thought you could use some help. You've been going through a lot more than most people can handle..."

"And thought I needed a shrink?"

Now it was Ben's turn to smile at Zin's help. "A friend," he corrected.

"You've always been a friend, Ben. Why did you insist on here this time?"

The slightly older man took a deep breath, leaning forward in his chair, his elbows resting on his legs - his chin resting on his knuckles. "I'm sorry if I'm pushing, or crossing a line here, Zin. But I just want to be here for you if you need it. We can go somewhere else if you'd be more comfortable?"

"No, this is fine. I'd be just as uncomfortable anywhere," she admitted.

"Ok," Ben hesitated, watching her face. Her blue eyes were cloudy, mixed with a myriad of emotions he could only guess at. But her fear and nervousness were shining through quite well. "How are you doing, really?"

"I'm... Ok..." she gave a bit of a laugh, "more or less." She glanced up at him again, finding it difficult to maintain eye contact. She shivered slightly, wringing her hands together.

It was almost painful for Ben to watch. Although they hadn't known each other for a long time, he did consider her a friend - or, at least, a pleasant acquaintance. They ran into each other quite often - she worked at the print shop a block from his office where he worked as a psychiatrist. Midway between their places of work stood a coffee shop they both frequented - which is where they often ran into each other, and would sit together and talk. Most of these conversations were conversations regarding psychology, or psychosis, or other somewhat deep conversations. But, they steered clear of too much small talk - neither found discussing the weather all that exciting or necessary. And they steered clear of personal discussions - Zin wasn't one to just start discussing her issues or believes or fears with anyone.

He started to reach out again, wanting to calm her nerves, but pulled back. Finally, after a few questions intended to direct her to spill what she was thinking, she let it out, explaining the depression of losing their beloved cat a month ago, followed by her sister's heart attack; and then explained her lack of extreme sorrow she was feeling about her husband's death a couple weeks' earlier. Ben pressed a bit to get more information regarding the husband, but stopped as he sensed Zin starting to clam up again, the shutters closing in her gaze. Obviously, there had been serious issues in the marriage - a suspicion he had felt months ago when he would see her come in for coffee with a bruise on her cheek, or around her wrists.

This time he did reach out, placing his hands over hers, which were still wringing in nervousness. His action caused Zin to look up into his deep brown eyes. Her own eyes were brimming with unshed tears, and as he lightly squeezed her fingers, she let the tears fall. They sat quietly until she had no more tears to cry. Her head was down, watching her hands, still held in his. He brought one hand to her chin, lifting her head to look at him. They gazed into each others eyes for a long moment.

Zin slowly moved closer to him until their lips met hesitantly. Ben's fingers slid from her chin to cradle her cheek, as his lips moved over hers lightly and without demand. Zin murmured softly against his lips, moving her hands to his knees, slowly sliding them up his thighs. His control lessening, Ben kissed her harder, coaxing her lips apart so he could slip his tongue into the warmth. His hands mimicked her actions, slipping up her bare legs, sneaking under the black skirt she wore.

She knew this was wrong, but at the same time found her desire heightened at the thought of being with her psychiatrist. If this wasn't an indication she needed help, she thought, then nothing would. She almost grinned against his kiss at the thought, but then felt his fingers getting closer to her desire. All thought left her mind, and she found herself reacting solely by her need. She scooted forward on her chair, moving closer to him, her own hands sliding up to connect lightly with his hard desire.

Ben groaned again as she touched him. His erection was straining against the seems of his jeans, his discomfort growing. As if sensing this, Zin quickly undid his jeans, slipping her fingers inside the denim. Her fingertips lightly brushed over the head, and he jerked, staring hotly into her eyes. She bit her bottom lip, smirking as she brushed over the head again, teasing. Ben brought his hand to the back of her neck, his fingers tangling into her hair, and pulled her to him, kissing her roughly at the same time he thrust a finger into her hot, wet need.

Zin cried out against his kiss, bucking against his hand, wanting more. She quickly pulled his hard cock out from his jeans, wrapping her fingers around the extensive width and stroking. Ben slid his hands under Zin's rear, and Zin whimpered, not wanting the exploration to stop. Ben kissed her again as he pulled her onto his lap, slipping his cock inside her fast and hard. She cried out again at the sudden invasion. Realizing how fast they were moving, and knowing he didn't want to hurt her, he held her against him, not moving for a moment. Zin appreciated the chance to let her body relax to fit him, but quickly her body needed more, and she started to ride him, taking her fast and deep inside her, her fingers slipping under his shirt.

"Oh god, Yes!" Zin screamed out as Ben gripped her ass tighter, his fingers pressing into her soft flesh. She knew she was going to come soon, but wanted to make the moment last as long as possible. But then Ben moved his hands again, his fingers slipping further under her, massaging behind where he was filling her, letting his finger slip just slightly inside. "Fuck, yes!" she screamed again and bucking harder, this time losing control. Her body tightened around his cock and her fingers scratched deeply into his chest as she let her head fall back, cumming hard. Her reaction pushed Ben over the edge and he joined her in her ecstasy. He held her close to him as his body spasmed. 

As their orgasms calmed, Zin lifted her head from Ben's chest.

"I'm comfortable now," she smiled.