Chapter 7 Therapy in hand, panties on the floor!

7. Therapy in hand, panties on the floor!

The next morning the two lovebirds could barely move. They were literally broken. They were in physical pain. "They were supposed to not think about sex for at least a week," Nina stated in her mind as they got ready to face the sunny day in downtown Rome.

- Shall we go down for coffee Nina? Or go up to the terrace? It's a beautiful day! We can swim, do whatever we want.

- I don't know if you have noticed, my dear Rich, but I no longer have a dress, I no longer have panties, and I don't even know if I have any dignity left.

- So how are you going to get out of this room now? - said David, smiling as he finished getting dressed.

- Do you doubt that if I really want to leave I'll just go in a towel?

David looked at her for a moment and answered, "No. I don't doubt it. - Nina smiled with satisfaction.

Nina opened his closet, found a white social button-down shirt that she could tie a knot in and shorten, tried on his pants, and saw that two of them would fit inside. She looked in her purse for a pair of nail scissors and transformed one of his pants into a skirt, with the rest of the fabric she made a wide belt, which she tied around her waist letting a loop fall in the middle of the now feminine piece. With another piece of fabric from the pants, she made another bow in her hair, leaving it high on top of her head. Dave was amazed at how in a few minutes she had solved the problem of her clothes, while she chattered on and on, telling him about her poor childhood in Brazil.

The two of them went up to the terrace, and Nina kept looking from one side to the other apprehensively. The sun was radiant. Nina was wearing David's glasses and one of his hats.

- Stop worrying, stranger. No one is coming here. It's reserved just for the two of us. Relax! Your private life is safe.

During the meal, Nina noticed him quiet, pensive. She asked him what was troubling him. He replied that everything was fine, but she knew that something in her attitude bothered him.

- Dave. I know we talked a lot yesterday. It's all settled. Everything is fine between us, but there is something you are not saying. And I know it has to do with the fact that I don't want to go out with you in public. Please tell me! I'll be your therapist this week. Let's be our therapists.

- Will you use a couch and put on some sexy glasses?

- If it helps, yes. Then go ahead, spit it out!

- It annoys me so much that you're paranoid that we'll be seen together. So what?

- Listen to me carefully, mama's beautiful baby: what woman wouldn't throw herself at your feet? From the waitress to the taxi driver, to the President of the Republic? I know that you are harassed. I haven't followed your career, but I know you are. And the worst of it is not just because you are famous and rich, even if you were poor. it's your appearance: your face, your teeth, your hair, your eyes? those eyes! your body? Even if you hadn't trained so hard because of your movie roles, I think you would still be hot.

- I would have joined the armed forces. Where are you going with this convoluted conversation? Why don't you just say what you want to tell me? - asked David.

- Then... It would be nice just the same. You're the one people like.

- Except you? - asked David.

- Minus me? Where do you get that from? I told you yesterday that I'm in love and you're messing with my structure. You've already fucked with my head. It's late! What do you want me to say? That I'm going to die? No, I'm not. Life goes on! And I won't even comment on this adventure with anyone afterward. Scout's honor!

He laughed again at the gestures she made as she finished her sentences.

Nina continued to babble on:

- It's cool, go! Tough! What would a person like you want with a person like me? Your world is so different from my world! I can't even begin to mention the differences, I'd be here all day.

- And that doesn't excite you? Isn't it good to be different? - asked David.

Nina didn't answer.

- So, let's get along? - proposed David. Let's drink some wine, let's play therapy, I'll sit over there in that sun chair, you lie down on the edge of the pool nice and comfy and we'll have some therapy. Isn't therapy what you wanted? Well, you put on my glasses and we can start...

Back in the bedroom, David was already smiling from ear to ear again as he watched Nina dressed in her clothes. The white button-down shirt fit perfectly as a dress, which she tied with his belt around her waist, did a messy bun, and put on her glasses.

Now it would be Nina's turn to propose a game. David would have to tell about his childhood, about his traumas, fears, and insecurities. One would have to talk openly about a problem, and the other would have to analyze it. They could not touch each other or joke when it was the other's turn to talk. Nina already spoke openly about any subject, while he was still a bit reserved.

And this is how David Nichols and Nina Dahl spent the day laughing and stubbornly at each other. The "fights" between him were never serious!

- It's true, I swear! I don't think people like me. They like a character, a person who doesn't exist, someone, they made up. They like the physical, the face, a role in a movie or an image in the social headlines," David said, starting the "session," while Nina sat upright in her chair, holding a notepad and pen. She made a point of adjusting her glasses between one question and another while he looked at her totally different, explicitly excited!

- Oh, so that's what you like, is it? Do you want to have sex with the therapist? - Nina whispered, pushing David onto the bed. She tied David's hands with a handkerchief and placed them above his head. She asked him several questions as she undressed him with her mouth. He could barely concentrate, but according to the rules she had explained, that was the purpose of the joke. He had to answer even if she had his penis sinking his throat. And he couldn't touch her.

- Oh, of course, that's not true! You only talk about childhood insecurity and bullying to encourage people who suffer from it! Don't you? - said Nina, biting her belly gently.

- No, it's true. I swear to you! - insisted David as he squirmed. - When I say this in the media I mean it, not as a character.

Nina stopped laughing. She put a serious look on her face and, looking at him through her glasses, pulled herself up onto the chair.

- What is your analysis? - David asked with a mischievous look on his face.

Nina approached him on the bed and he covered her eyes with a hotel sleeping mask. Now it was his turn to torture her, while she talked, unable to touch him.

- You have to be modest in front of the cameras, David. Even off-screen you have a role to play, you are a media character, even in private life. Although you use your real name, you can't be your real self, because everything has a consequence in your life. You are a flesh and blood person, just like any other, but you are highly charged for it. You are a product of the industry. - David lifted her blouse, her breasts showing; she no longer had any panties on underneath. And as she spoke he devoured her with his mouth.

- What else, Nina? You can't stop talking. - Nina moaned.

- A human can always make mistakes! The difference is to make a mistake with a lot of spotlights broadcasting to the whole world and giving thousands of people the opportunity to openly express their opinions in public. This can cause a lot of controversies and a lot of headaches. It influences business, contracts, and everything that an artist does." David listened attentively as he felt her tongue dance on every inch between his trembling legs.

- And what do you suggest? - he asked, almost groaning, listening to his own clicks from the kisses he was making between Nina's legs. He knew how aroused she was.

- I suggest that you continue to be careful about the rest of your life, for life is full of phases. But when it comes to you, what is done and said will still be there on social media years from now, even when one of the phases of your life is over. And maybe you think or do something today that will be recorded, but a few years from now you may have changed your mind, and be a different person. And what was said or done may haunt you for the rest of your life.

Nina sat on him and he took off his blindfold, saying:

- So the bottom line is: Don't let the fear of making a mistake make you a prisoner within your own life! - She kissed him on the tip of his nose slowly. - Everyone makes mistakes. You are not everyone, but you can suffer and feel like everyone else. - Beware of scandals, yes, but don't stop living! And if gossip here and there is inevitable, learn to use it to your advantage. Take lessons not to repeat the same mistakes, and live! - And she kissed him on the lips, almost without touching him.

David looked at her curiously. He asked:

- Why don't you kiss me once and for all? I said you're already fucked up! Why hesitate? Why anticipate such pleasure? You don't know what you're missing.

- You concluded all this while licking me, didn't you? - She blindfolded him and started rubbing ice chips on his body while she philosophized:

- Well... you're such a perfectionist that it made you sick. You worked relentlessly without rest. I know that any actor who aspires to your position would do the same, of course! But even an intelligent person like you, dedicated, who doesn't let opportunities pass him by while he is in the limelight, should enjoy what he has achieved. - Nina was running the tip of her tongue over his giant penis.

- What do you mean, Nina? - The little smile on the corner of his mouth was already present again as his body was writhing from the ice and the touch of her tongue.

- You have built an empire," Nina said, sucking on just the tip of his member. - You earned your place in the sun during your time in this world. But you don't enjoy life! - Her hand went up and down his entire penis body. - Of course, you must have a nice apartment, an expensive car, all that stuff, but you, for example, liked to do other things, smoking, for example, going to concerts, repairs and having fun.

- I quit this addiction for the sake of my fans, my health, and heavy workouts," David told her, almost mocking her.

- How nice that you stopped! Thank God. But anyway... you like to drink, but you can't go out and get drunk with some friends from your teens because the next day there might be thousands of pictures of your face plastered all over the media. You like to party and there was even a story about you going to LGBT clubs... - Nina now trying to swallow his member, she stopped when she realized that he couldn't take it, and continued to talk in an attempt to distract him.

- You feel like being the "New House" sometimes, the "Don Juan", but you don't do it for fear of scandal. No wonder you have suffered an emotional shock. You are not made of iron! You have to live more. What good is it to have honor and glory if you lose your soul? You have to use your free time to do ordinary things. You have to let go a little of the pressure of being who you are once in a while," Nina concluded, as she sucked each of his toes with her mouth.

Nina removed the blindfold from his eyes. David was already about to break the rules of the game and attack her right there. Nina reminded him that they had given their words. His heart sped up even more as he felt he would be forced to restrain his sexual urges. He couldn't calm himself. At that moment he was looking at her in that way that left her surrendered.

- No. David, no!

He shook his head, slumped his shoulders, stretched his neck from side to side, and came to his senses.

After a while of lying next to each other, the two were already exchanging repeated figurines, and everything was back in a peaceful and harmonious mood. Nina made clear all the admiration that she and the rest of the world felt for him as an artist, and as a person by then, he would no longer have to worry about his feelings.

Amidst the passive and relaxed conversation, she was trying to find a way to say that she just wanted to make him comfortable in the world that was his alone.

- The session is over, David Nichols. You're almost cured," Nina joked, fiddling with her glasses and putting the hotel room chair back in place. - Now I'm going to let you rest after this consultation, give you some space. I'm going to go out for a while, walk around and meet my friends.

David pulled her into his arms at once and began kissing all over her body, quickly sucking on her breasts with excellence, with precision, causing a burning sensation, small pains, and many moans of excitement. In the blink of an eye, she was fully aroused with him wedged between her slippery insides, her legs elevated with her high peaked shoes hanging down. Her hair tied up in a bun and the "psychoanalysis glasses" on her face made her look even sexier. The black-eyed David was present again, filling her with his enjoyment, dragging her legs back to him every time she tried to escape. Nina cried out in pleasure. She had never experienced such a joyous feeling. He had finished what he had not been able to finish by the time she had decreed that the session was over. The two of them loved each other all night long, playing patient and psychiatrist. Nina couldn't leave because she was so exhausted! He seemed possessed, and so he possessed her in every way all night long.

The next day, in the morning, Nina went to meet her friends. It would be a long time before she was back at David's resort. She met Lyon and Kara at the hotel, then they went walking around town. She felt safe knowing that her friends were there nearby, that all she had to do was scream and they would come to her rescue. They sat down in a café in the late afternoon, where they had a great time.

Lyon told his adventures in flirting with the Italians, and Kara never missed a chance to tell a joke about something she had experienced. The atmosphere was festive among them. Nina forgot the time when they were together, but she had to say goodbye to her friends and return to the arms of David, who kindly sent a car to pick her up at the end of the day.