TKLVR181
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Not sure what it is lately, but for some reason the ideas just won't leave me alone!! Short one this time, little scene between two people I thought up last night. Hope you enjoy!
-Karen
Good Therapy
She paced the floor, hands running through her long, blonde hair. He just waited on the couch for her to decide to talk.
It didn’t take long. “It’s getting worse. And I feel so, unbelievably silly that this is such a big issue but…”
Her counselor nodded. “I can understand that feeling, but you must understand that such a desire is perfectly normal, especially in the circles you run in.”
She shook her head. “Not that. I got past that after I met some of the people online—they’re real, honestly normal people like me. It’s not that.”
Dr. Bruce frowned. “This is the other thing that’s getting to you, then. That will come with time. We’ve talked about this, admitting you want something to yourself and admitting it to another person are two very different things, especially when it’s something this personal. And something that makes you this vulnerable is scary to want. There’s nothing abnormal about that.”
Elizabeth turned to him and smiled. He had been her therapist for a year and a half now, and she trusted him more than anyone else in the world. They had even become very good friends in the process. “Thanks Bruce, and I know. But how can four little words be so damned hard to get out? Just thinking them gives me butterflies like you wouldn’t believe…”she trailed off, embarrassed, even though this was supposed to be the safest room in the world for her.
“Well, you could always say them to me.” He said casually.
She turned around and stared at him. “I-I don’t think I could.” She said, even more embarrassed now.
He smiled kindly. “I think it would be good for you. It’s okay, you can even turn around if you like, you don’t even have to look at me.”
She gulped, thoroughly embarrassed now. “A-alright…I’ll try it…” she sat down on the couch opposite him and turned her back to him, taking a deep breath. This was the moment she had been dreading for months, the moment somebody finally made her say it.
She knew deep down that she was perfectly safe with him; he really was one of her closest friends. He would never laugh at her, never mock her for anything she ever said or wanted. However, knowing this did nothing to ease her apprehension.
She took a deep breath and said it. “I w-want to b-b-be….” For a moment she couldn’t finish the statement. She decided the only way this was ever going to come out was if she said it without thinking, so that’s what she did. “I want to be tickled!”
It was out in the open now. The thing she had been unable to say for months, even to the only person who already knew it, was finally said. She inhaled, about to release a sigh of relief.
It never came, however; instead what she let out was a steady stream of giggles. “B-Bruhuhuce!!” she exclaimed. He had reached over and started teasing her sides!
He stopped. “Well, I figured that since you’ve finally gotten brave enough to say it you should get what you want.” He said, winking at her.
She shuddered. “That TICKLED!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, but didn’t you enjoy it?” He asked, half teasing her.
She blushed. “Y-yes.” She admitted. Finally was able too.
THE END
-Karen
Good Therapy
She paced the floor, hands running through her long, blonde hair. He just waited on the couch for her to decide to talk.
It didn’t take long. “It’s getting worse. And I feel so, unbelievably silly that this is such a big issue but…”
Her counselor nodded. “I can understand that feeling, but you must understand that such a desire is perfectly normal, especially in the circles you run in.”
She shook her head. “Not that. I got past that after I met some of the people online—they’re real, honestly normal people like me. It’s not that.”
Dr. Bruce frowned. “This is the other thing that’s getting to you, then. That will come with time. We’ve talked about this, admitting you want something to yourself and admitting it to another person are two very different things, especially when it’s something this personal. And something that makes you this vulnerable is scary to want. There’s nothing abnormal about that.”
Elizabeth turned to him and smiled. He had been her therapist for a year and a half now, and she trusted him more than anyone else in the world. They had even become very good friends in the process. “Thanks Bruce, and I know. But how can four little words be so damned hard to get out? Just thinking them gives me butterflies like you wouldn’t believe…”she trailed off, embarrassed, even though this was supposed to be the safest room in the world for her.
“Well, you could always say them to me.” He said casually.
She turned around and stared at him. “I-I don’t think I could.” She said, even more embarrassed now.
He smiled kindly. “I think it would be good for you. It’s okay, you can even turn around if you like, you don’t even have to look at me.”
She gulped, thoroughly embarrassed now. “A-alright…I’ll try it…” she sat down on the couch opposite him and turned her back to him, taking a deep breath. This was the moment she had been dreading for months, the moment somebody finally made her say it.
She knew deep down that she was perfectly safe with him; he really was one of her closest friends. He would never laugh at her, never mock her for anything she ever said or wanted. However, knowing this did nothing to ease her apprehension.
She took a deep breath and said it. “I w-want to b-b-be….” For a moment she couldn’t finish the statement. She decided the only way this was ever going to come out was if she said it without thinking, so that’s what she did. “I want to be tickled!”
It was out in the open now. The thing she had been unable to say for months, even to the only person who already knew it, was finally said. She inhaled, about to release a sigh of relief.
It never came, however; instead what she let out was a steady stream of giggles. “B-Bruhuhuce!!” she exclaimed. He had reached over and started teasing her sides!
He stopped. “Well, I figured that since you’ve finally gotten brave enough to say it you should get what you want.” He said, winking at her.
She shuddered. “That TICKLED!” she exclaimed.
“Yes, but didn’t you enjoy it?” He asked, half teasing her.
She blushed. “Y-yes.” She admitted. Finally was able too.
THE END
