Sex Addiction (1/2)

A girl is put into involuntary psychotherapy because she is suspected of being a sex addict. Who will give up at the end of the therapy? Part 1/2.

Thea checked her files and came into the psychotherapy room. Eva was already there, sitting in her chair, dangling her feet and looking around with mild curiosity. Thea took a seat in front of the client and looked at her, taking in her first impressions.

A thirteen-year-old girl, she looked as you could expect by her age – an awkward, skinny teenager with knees and elbows always in the way, a fantastic rainbow-colored shaggy hairstyle, several bright lines of bold makeup (actually drawn with artistic precision)… dirty bare feet, as if she hadn’t worn shoes for months… an extremely short tank top and skirt, deeply tanned skin… several simple but artistic tattoos on her arm, calf and stomach… Eva pulled one knee to her chest, looked at Thea and grinned… yes, she wasn’t wearing any panties or bra…

Thea remembered Eva’s files. She had been forced into psychotherapy by the social workers. They were afraid that she might be a sex addict… And she had seduced both of her previous male psychotherapists in just a few months. So they assigned her to a third psychotherapist, a woman. Thea.

Thea smiled at Eva and said: “Hello!”

“Hello!” Eva replied and looked at her with interest.

“I’m Thea, your next psychotherapist. The previous ones have probably told you about the rules, so I won’t bother you with repeating them. But feel free to ask anything, of course.” Thea smiled. “I won’t hide it, you seem to be a hard case. Men just can’t resist you, that’s why they assigned me.”

Eva chuckled.

“Want to make a bet, Thea? You will not last much longer!”

Thea’s smile grew thinner.

“A bet, Eva? Well, okay! For the two months. If you seduce me, you win, and I will do everything to get you out of here, claiming that you are completely cured. But here’s what I’m asking for: you’ve got to come to all the sessions and talk openly and honestly.

“No problem. Open is my second name. Open to everything!” Eva giggled. “Deal!”

“Deal!”

They shook hands. Eva’s hand was as thin as the rest of her body, with simply cut, unpainted nails, it felt warm, strong, and strangely comforting.

“So…” Thea opened her notebook. “I’m sorry to ask you to repeat this part, but please tell me why you are here. As you see it.”

“It’s simple.” Eva looked at her. She was not trying to look edgy or cool or anything. She promised to be open and honest, and she kept her promise. “These do-gooders have decided that I’m a sex addict, and for some reason they think that’s somehow wrong.

“And I want to point that out. I don’t think it’s a problem. My friends don’t see a problem. My teachers don’t see a problem. My fucking parents don’t think it’s a problem. And just to these strangers that nobody invited, I’m a problem!”

She grimaced.

“So… are you a sex addict?” Thea asked cautiously.

Eva chuckled. “What are the criteria? John, my first shrimp, recited them. Obsessive thoughts, compulsive actions, inability to stop, feelings of guilt and shame, all that. Well, I don’t think about sex all the time, I can choose, I can stop. I feel no regret. Is that enough?”

“Maybe. How much sex have you had?”

“Who cares? I never counted. Something like two to four hundred partners in four years, several times a day, like that.”

“Four years… Does that mean you started…”

“When I was nine. Yep. Do you want to hear the story? Previous shrimps wanted.”

“Yes. Could you tell?”

“No problem. I like that story.”

And Eva started.

***

Like I said, I was nine and he was fifteen and he was my cousin. And I fell head over heels in love with him. He was so cool! He’s still cool, by the way, and we still fuck from time to time. He just gets better at it over the years, you know.

But at that time I was only nine years old and he was looking at girls his age. No chance for me, would you say, er? Ha-ha. Well, I decided otherwise.

I watched him like a hawk. He liked smart and beautiful girls, well, I could not compete with beauty yet, but I was pretty smart and cunning. And I found out the most important thing: those smart and beautiful girls did not give him. It was almost painful to see him jerking off after another date. And me… ha-ha, I was right there, ready to do anything, literally anything, for him.

So one day, when he was all sad and alone after another rejection, I came over to sit with him and talk kid stuff. And of course I was not wearing panties. I have never worn them since that day, you know. Who needs those stupid panties?

Anyway, we were sitting and talking and I casually lifted up my dress and showed myself. I remember he froze for a while and then burst out laughing, “You silly girl, what are you doing?”

“I wanted your opinion,” I asked. “I’m not sure. Am I pretty? Am I attractive? Am I fuckable? I want to know! Tell me!”

“Fuck…able?” he asked. “You shouldn’t know those words yet!”

“Well, I do! Fuck is when you stick your dick in someone. So am I fuckable or not? I need your opinion!”

He laughed again: “Eva, you little weirdo! What would your parents say?”

“What would the parents say if they never found out?”

And I moved closer to him and breathed on his chest (I did not reach higher). It worked. He hugged me and kissed me and started to undress. And I eagerly helped him! And he fucked me. Well, it hurt a little at first, but I endured. I knew how much pleasure awaited me later, much more than the first pain. And I was right. In a few minutes I felt the best of my life! Maybe I was crying and screaming, I don’t remember. At any rate, my face was pressed tightly against his chest when I came to my senses.

“Ohhh…” was all I could say. “So sweet… You are so good… You are the best… Fuck me again… Fuck me…”

And he fucked me again. And then again. And later again. Every day when he wanted it, and I wanted it always. No more jerking off after bad dates, you know!

Yes, I lost my virginity to him. But I’ve gotten into the habit of having sex from that moment. Since then, I have never turned anyone down. All I had to do was show that I’m ready and sometimes push a little. Because I’m really always ready.

***

Thea paused and collected her thoughts. Eva’s story was so vivid, so sincere, so straight! Thea herself felt a shadow of forbidden desire as she listened…

“Well…” she said. “Did it ever hurt? Did he ever dump you? Did you feel used and rejected?”

“Nope! No to all your questions. Not a single time!” Eva grinned. “He’s really nice, we’re still good friends… with benefits. If not for his obsession with girls his age…” She sighed. “Well, I’ll ask him again in five years or so.”

“Hmm…” Thea thought. “Well, let’s move on. Were there other guys in between?”

“Sure! Lots of them. I told you, I’m always positive. Anyone who wants it gets it. And a lot of them want me. What story would you like to hear?”

“I would like to hear what your parents said when they found out that you have been having sex since you were nine. When did they find out?”

“Pretty soon, I haven’t turned ten yet.” Eva frowned, remembering the details. “It was like this…”

***

You might think my parents were abusive and neglectful. Who else could they be when their daughter wanted to start fucking at nine? Well, you are all wrong. They were loving, caring, old hippies.

Mom had believed in free love well before college, Dad had learned the same lessons from his parents. They met during the Woodstock Festival – cound you imagine that history? – although they were damn young then, about ten. That didn’t stop them. There’s an old family photo with them jumping to the rock-n-roll naked and body-painted. They lived by their credo – sex is freedom, sex is joy. Sex is something everyone should enjoy as early as possible. There was always a lot of happy sex in our house. My parents weren’t jealous – now it’s called polyamorous, I think – so they had sex with all their friends. There were real orgies!

They never included me, but like I said, I was smart and curious and sneaky. I watched it all from behind closed doors, from under the table, from a hidden corner. Wow… what passion and pleasure! Of course I tried it myself, I didn’t wait for my cousin! I learned to do it with my fingers when I was six, and I never got tired of it.

But watching adults made me dream of real sex! Mom noticed and explained to me that it’s very different from masturbation, that it’s much better, but that a man’s penis is big and rough, that it can hurt… And that I just had to wait until I grew up and all the men and some women in the world could be mine. Dad agreed with her.

They just forgot to tell me how much I had to grow up before I could start. Well, I figured it out on my own. I was smart, remember? Nine sounded right to me. You know the rest.

And what about my parents? They caught me with my cousin a few months after we started. Dad just shrugged and laughed, and Mom hugged me and told me about birth protection. I did not need it until I was eleven, though.

***

“Oh…” Thea said. She looked at the clock. “Ouch. We are already well over our time. You are a good teller, Eva.”

“Thanks! I know!” She stood up.

“See you next week.”

“I will be in time!”

And she walked away, light-footed, leaving Thea in her thoughts. Started in nine years… still loves him… old hippies.. Dad just laughed… Eva’s life was so different from her own! Thea never dreamed of sex so early… But she loved sex now. Why not learn Eva’s path?

Thea shuddered. This thought seemed strange, scary… forbidden… Her family, education, society, the law, morality…

But there was also Eva…

***

For the next session Eva came in a different top and skirt, but just as short. She also drew different marks on her face – simple, but attention-grabbing. Thea could not help but stare.

“You have a talent for drawing,” she said. “You should take an art class.”

“You bet!” Eva smiled. “In fact, I’m half way to graduate. Early admission, the scholarship for gifted students, all that stuff. I already have my first business assignments.”

“Wow…”

“Yep. You couldn’t tell at first glance that a sex-crazed teenager could be a talented one, could you?”

“And what do the teachers think of your outlook?”

Eva laughed. “Like I said, it’s okay with them. You should have seen some of the other students! This is an art academy, we’re all creative people. At least I don’t shave my head and don’t tattoo every inch of my skin.”

“By the way, do you have any longer clothes?”

“Well… I have a coat for colder weather. But then I don’t wear anything else under it!”

Thea imagined the picture and blushed slightly. Eva laughed. “The best clothes are no clothes and the best shoes are no shoes! I totally agree with my parents.”

“So… are you always barefoot?”

“All my life. I never had any shoes. You should try it sometime. It feels great, so freeing! And it drives men crazy too, you know…”

Thea paused for a moment, then took off her shoes and socks and put her bare feet on the carpet. Eva smiled approvingly, spread her dirty toes and wiggled them. Thea tried to repeat the motion and sighed. I guess you have to live barefoot since you were born to be that flexible.

“Not really,” Eva guessed Thea’s thoughts. “Just live barefoot for a year or two and your feet will be nicer than mine. You have long toes, they are so cool!”

“Thank you.” Thea blushed. Eva’s compliments began to affect her… “Let’s move on to your story. You said last time that your parents accepted your sexual behavior. What happened then?”

“Then there were my friends, then friends of friends. Teenagers are always hungry for sex, you know, and they rarely have the opportunity to fuck…”

***

The next thing I did after fucking my cousin was to cut all my shirts and skirts short. Not as short as they are now, but I still flashed my waist and hips. The boys at school noticed right away. Nothing offensive, I must say, we lived in a good neighborhood and it was a good school. But they still whistled and catcalled and tried to push me into corners. I enjoyed it all immensely!

Then there was Alex. He was fourteen, five years older than me. He was always hanging around our class, hitting on girls. His technique was to flirt and chat, leading to mutual caresses and then, if he was lucky, pulling down their panties and sticking it right there. And in my case, there were no panties at all, ha-ha! When he realized how open and accessible I was, he started to catch and fuck me every day before and after class, right near the school, barely hiding around the corner. It was the best advertisement of my availability, I could not think better!

Alex taught me many tricks and positions. Oh… he was such a skilled lover! After a month together I had learned everything I could, but we continued fucking until he graduated and moved out. We still keep in touch, though, and are sexting online.

And of course there were all the other boys. By the time I was ten, I had fucked the entire school, at least once each, I think. I was always full of sperm. I washed myself in the school bathroom, but I still had white drips running down my legs all the time.

Then I switched to girls. You know what is better about us girls? We don’t get soft after ten minutes like boys, ha-ha, we can run for hours! I was not greedy, I generously shared everything I knew about sex. A couple of dozen of my classmates started happily fucking everyone like me. That’s how those do-gooders noticed me for the first time, and my parents had to move me to another school that was a little worse and a little further away…

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