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   Head Space (1st, FF, oral) by DemonBound

   Warning, this story has explicit lesbian sex in it.  If you are a kid, a
nut, or a fundamentalist, or just offended by sex stories DO NOT READ IT

   Note: This story was written for the Sapphic Erotica Festival 2002,
hosted by alt.sex.stories.moderated in honor of the Greek poet Sappho, who
wrote poetry about woman to woman love.  I've read some of the few
remaining fragments of her work, little of which has withstood the
destruction of entropy, but I like what I read so I decided to try my hand
at this, though in prose because I am definitely not a poet.  My stories
are usually more hardcore, involving cum and tentacles, but this one is to
honor a woman who was into romance, and wrote about sending her young
lovers off to get married to men, so I tried for something a bit more, not
romantic I suppose, but tender.  Hell, for me, this story almost had no sex
in it, let alone tentacles.  Its an experiment which I hope you'll enjoy,
but is not typical of my work.

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   begin story

   Dr.  Sally Hendersen, Manager of Physical Psychotherapy for Mining
Station #347, passed the time until her next appointment by reading up on
the latest professional journals from Earth.  It had been 10 years since
she'd left school to become a practicing physical psychotherapist, so it
was very important that she keep up with the latest developments in her
field.  Her intercom chimed and the deep masculine voice of her
administrative assistant said, 'Doctor, your 14:30 appointment is here'.

   Sally put her finger near the control sensor, "Alright, send her in."
She sighed.  This one would be tricky, but company regulations, not to
mention interplanetary law, were quite specific.  That was why she was the
station department head, though, because she could handle the difficult
cases.

   Her patient walked in.  Fresh from Earth, Molly Ferguson was an Assay
Technician, who's job was to regulate the separation of materials coming
out of the focal point of the solar smelter to make sure they met company
standards of purity, which were higher than interplanetary law required,
Sally thought with a bit of pride.

   Molly was one of the few women who applied for positions in space. 
There had been a cultural shift on Earth in the last generation, women once
more accepted limited options in career choice because some jobs were not
thought to be 'feminine', asteroid mining definitely being one of them. 
Sally's own department, at the other extreme, was thought of as a female
job, which was why it was so hard to find men to fill the required
positions, in fact Sally's last male Physical Psychotherapist had just left
last month.  This was why Molly Ferguson's case was a bit tricky, and why
Sally had decided to handle it herself.

   Molly was a petite brunette with a pageboy haircut of almost the maximum
allowed length (it had to fit easily and quickly into a vacuum helmet in
case of emergency).  Her heart shaped face was framed by two longer locks
which curled down to the angle of her jaw.  She had big brown eyes a small
straight nose and a small yet full lipped mouth.  What could be seen of her
figure through her plain tan light duty worksuit (which could form a vacuum
suit with the addition of a helmet and gloves) was slender and willowy,
actually the preferred build in a spacer, where physical compactness and
lithe agility were far more important than muscularity.

   'Good', thought Sally, 'she's physically attractive, that'll make it a
little easier anyway.' Not that ugliness would have prevented her from
doing her job, space miners weren't selected for physical beauty after all,
they had to be smart, they had to able to fit into standard vacuum suits,
and they had to be psychologically well adjusted enough to work closely
with a small group of people in relative isolation.  If they had some
unique skills even some those requirements might be waived or modified.  So
Sally always tried to see the inner being, and usually found something to
like in all her patients, though it was sometimes difficult.  It was a
little easier if she found them physically attractive though, and she liked
Molly Ferguson's looks very well.

   No, Molly's problem wasn't looks, it was her psych profile.  According
to her files, she had always gone to male physical psychotherapists since
puberty, this of course was allowed by law, and on Earth there was a high
enough population base that finding a male therapist wasn't difficult.  But
on Mining Station #347, the one area that did have a lot of women was
physical psychotherapy, and by some bad luck, that's *all* they had right
now.  And company regulation required regular therapy sessions to maintain
social integration so that isolation sickness didn't set in.  It was the
law, and it made good sense too, but Molly was going to have a problem with
it.

   "Ms.  Ferguson, please come in and have a seat."

   Sally gestured to one of the lightly padded frames that passed for
chairs in the very light gravity of Mining Station #347.  The gravity lens
field that gave the station more than micro gravity could only do so much
with the slight mass of the asteroid to which it was anchored.  While there
was enough to prevent muscle atrophy and bone degeneration, it was still so
light that all one needed in a chair was basically an anchoring frame with
enough padding to prevent hurting yourself if you banged into it

   "Thank you Dr.  Hendersen."

   "Please call me Sally, and may I call you Molly?"

   "Of course, doctor."

   Sally sighed.  The poor girl was obviously very nervous, shifting in her
frame and frowning slightly.  Sally got up and bounced around her desk, to
lessen the psychological distance between them and create a more casual
atmosphere.  She perched on the edge of her desk and let Molly get used to
her being close and to take in Sally's appearance.

   Sally was 34 years old, a full figured blonde with blue eyes.  Her
appearance was remarkable on a asteroid station, because her hair was much
longer than regulations normally allowed.  She'd had to prove she could get
it bound up and close to her head in less than 30 seconds even in wind
tunnel like conditions in order to get the special waiver needed.  But it
meant that she could and did have an amazing mass of luxurious blond curls
floating in an almost angelic cloud around her oval face.  Her blue eyes
had smile crinkles in the corners and her upturned nose made her look a lot
younger than she was.  She wished her lips were a little fuller, but her
mouth was wide, and friendly and her face showed that she smiled more than
she frowned.  (Although she deliberately emphasized those qualities, as her
job required, she really was a friendly, happy, often humorous person.)
Also her station suit was non-standard, although it could indeed be sealed
to make a vacuum suit, it had a custom throat closure and was skin tight.
There was a flap that could be sealed to allow attachment of a helmet, but
that when open showed a generous cleavage, only enhanced by the light
gravity.  The suit was a cheery light blue and clung enticingly to her trim
waist and generous hips.  Her hips were a little wider than the current
fashion on Earth, but Sally thought it just gave her an Earth-Mother look,
that she used effectively to build rapport with her patients.  She also
wore a pair of small gold framed oval glasses to give her an little more
intellectual authority.  Of course her vision was perfect, as required by
company regulations, but like most scholars and computer people, she wore
glasses that incorporated heads up data interface technology.  Besides,
they gave her a good prop and something to do with her hand, which she'd
used to have problems with when she was younger.

   "Relax, Molly, I just want you to know that nothing is going to happen
that you don't want to have happen."

   Sally let that hang in the air between them, waiting for Molly to digest
that, waiting for her to decide how she wanted to react to it.

   "I...I heard that this station doesn't currently have any male
therapists."

   "Yes, Molly, that is unfortunately true."

   "I , well, I was hoping I could get a waiver...."

   Sally smiled kindly at Molly, "I'm sorry Molly, but these regulations
are some of the very few that cannot be waived, at least in space."

   She continued, "In a small, isolated social group like a mining station,
it is important that a person not be allowed to retreat from humanity.  The
regulations are designed to prevent that.  I'm sure you know they require
that everyone spend a minimum of a half hour per week with a physical
psychotherapist and that therapist has to certify that you are reasonably
stable and able to interact successful with others without depression, or
anxiety."

   "Yes Doctor..."

   "Please, call me Sally."

   "...Sally, I know, but...", Molly looked down shyly, and continued in
almost a whisper, "I-I've never been with a woman."

   Sally smiled gently, "I thought as much from your file, all your
therapists have been men."

   Molly looked up at the older woman from beneath her bangs, looking very
young and earnest, "Bruce, my last therapist, told me I should try going to
a female therapist before I left Earth, that most of the therapists off
Earth were women and I might not have access to a male therapist on any
given assignment, but..."

   Molly turned her face up to Sally, " But I just couldn't!  I tried!  I
did...but I well, I made an appointment, but I never showed up.  Then it
was too late, my ship lifted and I still hadn't, you know, done it...with a
woman."

   Sally frowned a little, mostly for show.  It seemed a long time to her
since she had been 18 and so worried about everything.  She knew it was
difficult for Molly, her psych profile indicated that her self image was
aggressively heterosexual, and Sally wasn't surprised she'd never even
experimented with another woman.  The girl was so eager to do a good job,
to do the right thing, but was obviously scared to death.  Sally thought if
she just reached out and touched her, Molly would faint.

   "Molly, its ok, we'll get you through this.  Now I've set aside the next
two hours just to get to know you.  I want you to relax.  Contrary to what
you might think , physical psychotherapy isn't about all about sex."

   "It isn't?  But I thought..."

   Sally laughed, delighted, "Didn't you ever do anything more than have
sex with your therapists?"

   "Well, but well...yes, but I thought it was just..."

   Sally laughed again, and Molly got mad, with a petulant look on her face
she said, "It's not funny!  Matt and I went to museums and everything.  And
Bruce took me to the movies--twice!  They were my friends!"

   Sally sobered, "Of course they were, I didn't mean to laugh.  But you
know they were paid, right?  Their job was to be your friend, they
were--and are-your friends, Matt in particular says some very nice things
about you in your file, which I'll let you read if you like, but their job
is to help you stay connected on an emotional level with the rest of
humanity.  Sex is just the base of what physical psychotherapy is about. 
What it's really about is your emotional connection to your fellow human
beings.  There was a time when if you could hold a job and pay your bills,
no one cared if you were happy.  If you were depressed, if you were lonely,
if you felt alienated from all other people, but you weren't a drain on the
state, you were considered fine.  But that changed.  Not everything in our
society is better now, but I think this is.  It was realized that we
couldn't afford to abandon people who didn't quite fit, and the most basic
of human drives, and the primary connector of one person to another, is
sex, even if it is only sexual tension, as in the usually non-physical
relationship between mothers and sons, or fathers and daughters.  So the
field of physical psychotherapy was born.  Caring, nurturing people with
high empathy are carefully trained to make sure their patients can connect
with other people, and they do it primarily through sex.  In extreme cases,
they might even become someone's only real connection with other people. 
Now your case isn't anywhere near that, your file indicates you make friend
reasonably easily, even if you are a bit...shall we say...firm, in some of
your ideas and you resist social pressure, but you've had several male
lovers, and there is something to be said for not giving in to every social
pressure.  A certain number of confirmed individualists is health in a
society, as long as it doesn't turn into dysfunction or aggression."

   Sally stopped for a minute, she walked over to another frame near
Molly's and adjusted its attachment to the floor so that it faced the girl
and when Sally sat in it, was within touching distance.  Molly looked on
with an unhappy face, her hands clenched in her lap, looking very small and
very young.  Sally sat down again, facing the girl.

   "But we have a bit of a problem here.  Station 357 doesn't have any male
therapists right now, which means you are going to have to work with a
female therapist.  Now I deliberately took your case myself because I am
the most experienced therapist we have on the station, but if you find me
off putting, or just not physically pleasing, well, we can get you someone
else.  Don't worry about offending me, either, we therapists are trained to
deal with just this kind of thing, and if you need a different therapist,
we can do that.  But she'll also be female, there just isn't any way around
that, unless you chose to go back to Earth."

   Molly smiled worriedly, "No...Sally...it isn't that, you look very
nice." Here Molly sort of scanned the doctor visually, her eyes drawn to
the bulging cleavage, the wide hips, the beautiful, intelligent, concerned
face, then down to Sally's crotch, and the vee formed by her legs in the
skin tight vacc suit, and then down to her own clenched hands in her lap as
she blushed in embarrassment.

   "It's just...I'm not that way...I like you, I guess, but...just not that
way."

   Sally smiled, "Two things, one is that sometimes in life you have to do
things, make choices, we don't want to do, but we do them because they let
us do something else we want to.  You know that already, your school
records show you study hard and do well even in classes you didn't enjoy.
This is one of those things.  You could refuse to see a therapist, and
return to Earth, but if you do, you'll probably never get a position off
Earth again.  So even if you find it, find me, distasteful, you may want to
force yourself to at least try it.  You owe it to yourself to try to hold
on to your position.  Then if you truly do just find it unbearable, there
is a whole world of possible careers on Earth, and a bright girl like
yourself can still live a rewarding life never again leaving the mother
world."

   Sally straightened, deliberately posing for the girl, "The other thing
is that it is alright for you to look at me.  Stare if you like, I'll even
strip for you if you want.  But don't feel embarrassed about wanting to
look.  I dress this way just *for* you to look.  So if you want to 'check
me out' do it.  Okay?"

   Sally put one hand behind her head, arched her back, and put one leg up
on the other in a classic 'cheese cake' pose, like those old pin ups from
world war II, more than 200 years in the past, but still very popular, and
pursed her lips in a mock kiss.  At that Molly laughed, which was exactly
what Sally was hoping she'd do.

   "There...see...that wasn't so bad.  Now, tell me a little bit about
yourself.  I've read your file, but that doesn't really replace
conversation for getting to know someone."

   Molly smiled back at Sally and visibly relaxed a bit, still looking her
over curiously, and still trying to do it surreptitiously, but at least a
little more at easy.

   "Well, I'm an Assay Technician, and..."

   Sally broke in, "Why did you decide on that job?"

   "Uh...I guess because its in Engineering, a foot in the door anyway, and
I want to...you know...uh...build stuff."

   "Didn't you get teased about it when you were in school?"

   "Well, yes, but...but I really want to do it, and they were
just...jealous or something.  I actually punched this girl once when she
wouldn't leave me alone."

   "Really!  Remind me not to get you mad at me." Sally teased.

   Molly blushed enchantingly, "I had to go to special counciling every day
for two weeks about that, and apologize to the girl.  She had to apologize
to me too, for provoking me, and I had to explain why I got so mad I hit
her.  It was really embarrassing."

   "So tell me a little bit about your love life.  Have your lovers been
supportive?"

   Molly nodded, "Most of them.  I went out with a guy named Ethan for a
while and he gave me grief, but I dumped him after only a couple of weeks.
My main steady, Edward, was very supportive.  We still write email
everyday, even though I haven't seen him in a couple of years.  He works on
a terraforming station on Mars now."

   Over the course of the next forty minutes, Sally got molly to talk about
her life and likes, the things she hated and the things she was passionate
about.  Of course Sally knew there was a lot more there, no one completely
bares their soul to a therapist the first time they meet them.  But Sally
was able to form a mental picture of the girl.

   Molly was tough, she had to be to be working a 'man's' job, she was
smart, confident, and competent.  She was also kinds and basically happy,
not likely to be one of Sally's problem cases, though her sense of humor
was underdeveloped, but that was typical for these serious tech and
engineering types.  Sally also thought that she could ease Molly through
her first sexual encounter with a woman, the girl was mostly just nervous
about trying something new in so personal an area.  Molly's file had
indicated that she was rarely experimental sexually, that her therapists
had always had to take the initiative to get her to try new things, and
there was a special note that indicated she was dangerously intolerant of
fetish scenarios, so Sally's line of very funny scat jokes was right out.
Now it was time to try move to the next stage.

   "Okay Molly, I'd like to try something here.  Just as an ice breaker. 
Have you been in the low gravity shower yet?"

   "No, not yet, the regulations for using make it kind of a pain, I've
just been doing sponge baths so far."

   "Well, it is a lot of fun.  You just will be amazed at what the water
does in low gravity.  Lets give it a try, okay?"

   Molly tensed up a bit, but she was a good girl, and she knew she was
going to have to do something to be able to keep her job on the station.

   "S-sure, Sally" she tried to look brave and adventurous, but only
managed to look nervous and scared though determined, "lets do it." She
blushed as she realized the double entendre, but smiled back tensely.

   Sally pretended to be fooled.

   The two women left the office and headed to the recreation section. 
Showers were definitely not for getting clean, and definitely not for
everyday use.  People had actually died in showers by accidentally
aspirating water in the low gravity.  But water was fun, and evoked
something in the human psyche that seemed to be important, so even the
budget conscious company included money and resources for the low-g
showers.

   As the two women walked, mostly glided actually, down the station
corridors, they passed many of the other station personnel, 96 percent of
whom were male.  Men waved to Sally and called greetings, a few just
whistled appreciatively as she passed, one or two actually stopped them to
chat over this or that.  Sally was used to it, but Molly seemed to
fluctuate between amazement and irritation, not sure whether to be offended
in defense of women, mad because little of it was directed her way, or
impressed with how popular and well liked her 'date' was.

   When they got to the recreation area, Sally logged on to confirm their
reservation, and to make sure the time was credited to her departmental
budget and not against Molly's entry level salary.

   "Come on in here, Molly, I reserved a locker room next to the shower
too."

   Molly hesitantly trailed after the older woman, more than a little
afraid of what was about to happen.  But she bucked up, and forced herself
to do what had to be done.  Sally just smiled and led the way.  She'd made
sure they had privacy, this was hard enough for the girl without an
audience.

   Together they squeezed into the airlock leading into the shower area,
Sally could have let them go through one at a time, since the lock was very
tight for two together, but she used this as an excuse to touch Molly for
the first time.  As they waited for the lock to cycle, they stood close
enough to feel each others body heat, Sally had her hands resting
comfortably on Molly's hips to steady her, their legs where actually
intertwined, and she made sure her breasts brushed against molly's arm, but
she made it all seem casual, nothing sexual, just two body's in a tight
space.  Molly was tense, but not too tense, already having built up some
minimal trust that Sally wasn't going to do anything horrible to her.  The
lock cycled, and they moved, almost floated into the locker area.

   Here was a moment of truth.  It was time to take off their suits so they
could use the shower.

   "Molly...wait a minute."

   Molly had turned her back on the doctor and was preparing to pop the air
seals on her utilitarian tan work suit.

   "Yes, Doctor?"

   Sally let the little slip go, correcting her to call her Sally would
only make the girl more nervous.  Besides, if Molly saw her as an authority
figure, as one to be obeyed, it might make it easier for her to do what was
required.

   "I want to do an intimacy exercise.  You did those with your other
therapists, right?"

   Molly nodded, "Yes, we did a lot of them.  Especially me and Ravi, he
was my first therapist that I...that I ...well, he took my virginity." Then
in a rush of words, as if confessing a crime, "I was fifteen, and all the
other girls had already done it, and I wanted to but I was scared, and Ravi
kept just letting me you know, *not*...but he insisted we do the exercises,
touching kissing, massage...he wanted me to give him oral pleasure, but I
couldn't...and he did it to me, kissed me down there, you know...so I...so
I ...finally let him do it, and it didn't hurt at all even though I thought
it would...and...well...you know..." She ran down suddenly, then looked at
Sally as if she expected some kind of disapproval from Sally.

   Sally just smiled gently at the girl.  Her file indicated that Ravi had
tried for over a year before he was able to deflower Molly, and that he'd
finally given her a heavy dose of painkillers and mood relaxers without her
knowledge in order make sure she had a good first encounter.  He'd been so
afraid that a bad first experience would injure the girl, he'd requested
special consultations three times during that year and had several extra
therapy sessions of his own.

   "I...see." said Sally with a smile

   "And did you ever...give him oral pleasure?"

   "Uh, well...yes, and then I decided I really liked that." and of course
she blushed again.

   In fact, the file indicated that for nearly the next two years, she
insisted on giving her therapist a blow job every therapy session.  Bruce,
her last therapist, had put a note about those two movies they'd gone to,
the first was an adventure movie, with lots of monsters and explosions, but
the second had been a romance that Molly had picked out that had some
rather explicit scenes, and that during one of the scenes, Molly had
performed her most daring sexual act ever.  When the heroine in the move
gave her lover a blowjob, Molly had done the same for Bruce.  Bruce had
noted that the theater was darkened, but public and that she hadn't stopped
even though a boy in the next row had noticed what was going on, and turned
to watch.  Molly had finished anyway, then been so hot that Bruce had
actually manually stimulated her to orgasm, kissing her to muffle her
moans, still while the boy in the next row watched.  Sally didn't intend to
show that part of the file to Molly, she'd let her reveal that herself in
time.  And the exhibitionist tendency it showed might be a good way to
broaden Molly's sexual horizon, but for today, it was enough to get through
the shower.

   "All right, so what I want to do is for you to get used to seeing
another naked woman, to actually looking.  In polite society it's
considered rude to stare at another person in a locker room, you're
expected to look away, and you expect others to give you that same illusion
of privacy.  But for today, I want you to break that rule.  I want you to
look at me, and I will look at you, and it won't be rude, it will be just
an intimacy exercise your therapist makes you do, okay?"

   Sally knew that Molly cared less than most people for social rule,
social approval, but that didn't mean she just rejected society's
standards. It made it easier to do something new and scary if she had
social permission to do it, so Sally used her position of authority to give
Molly permission to do something she needed and wanted to do, which was to
fulfill her curiosity about a potential lover's body.

   "Yes Do...ah, Sally.  What do you want me to do?"

   "I'm going to take off my cloths, and I want you to watch, just watch,
look at whatever you want, then I'm going to ask you to take off your
cloths, and I'm going to watch you in return."

   Molly nodded mutely.

   Sally had thought about trying to turn it into a strip tease, but she'd
decided that Molly needed this to be as casual as possible.  She did smile
but otherwise she was very matter of fact as she opened the seals of her
worksuit to reveal her body to Molly's blushing view.  She peeled the skin
tight worksuit away from her upper body and her full breast sprang free of
confinement.  They were a c cup or maybe a little more, though she'd had a
little bio-sculpting to fill them out some, she hadn't wanted to go to the
grotesque extremes that some women did.  She skinned her arms out of the
top of the work suit and let it dangle behind her, and slowly turned a
circle so with her upper body completely bare, letting Molly adjust.

   Molly looked on wide eyed.  Her eyes at first going anywhere but to
Sally.  Eventually, she did look though, and her curiosity got the better
of her.  She did look at Sally's breasts, but her eyes also noticed Sally's
smooth arms with just a hint so sage due to age but also having some muscle
from working out at the stations gym.  Her body was not hard and tight,
like some athlete or body builder.  It was softer, rounder, more inviting,
less intimidating, but it was also the body of someone who cared about
appearance and health, more yoga than aerobics, but still very fit.  Molly
saw that Sally's belly wasn't absolutely flat, but was smooth and the skin
was unblemished, very white since spacers avoided radiation, including
solar radiation like sunlight as if it were a plague, and it had a soft
golden down, as did Sally's arms.  Molly looked again at Sally's breasts,
full globes standing much higher than Earth gravity allowed, with inch wide
areola and little stub nipples which were not presently erect.  Molly
herself had never had any biosculpting done, so there was just a trace of
envy on her face as she looked at Sally's breasts, full and round and ever
so slightly wall-eyed.

   Sally let her look a little longer then, couldn't resist the urge to
turn her backside to Molly and subtly wiggle her bottom just a little more
than necessary to slid the tight suit over her hips, down her legs and off
in a straight legged bend at the waist the gave Molly a quick glimpse of
her pussy from behind.  Then she turned around and stood with her legs
slightly apart, just letting Molly look, neither hiding her sex, nor making
any attempt to draw attention to it, as she might have with a man.

   Sally noticed again, that while Molly did look at her carefully shaped
and trimmed mound of pubic hair, and at her bare and slightly parted labia,
she also took in the long legs, the slightly too wide hips and slightly
saggy bottom that indicated Sally needed to cut back just a bit on pastries
in her diet.  Molly also looked for a while at Sally's feet, neat and well
formed, with high arches and log elegant toes, and at Sally's well formed
calves.

   In all, Sally was a blonde, blue eyed, beauty, sexy and sensual, without
being intimidating.  Sally cultivated just exactly that look, and would
have used bio-sculpture in a second to get it, and actually had augmented
her breasts by a half a cup size or so, but exercise and diet were enough
for the most part.  Even her imperfections were useful to put her patients
at ease.  She was no video porn star, but she never had trouble arousing
lust when she needed to.  Right now she was just standing, letting Molly
look without pressure.  She slowly turned letting Molly see her from every
angle.

   "Is there any thing else you'd like to see Molly?  Do you want me to
turn, or maybe you want a closer look?"

   "N-no, this is fine."

   "All right then, its your turn."

   Molly was a lot less casual about taking of her worksuit.  For one
thing, the suit's standard seals were much less well designed for strip
tease than Sally's custom designed suit.  Molly was extremely conscious of
Sally's eyes on her, as she slowly broke the seals and pulled apart the
upper section.  Molly, fresh from Earth was actually lightly tanned, and
showed some freckles on her body even though there were none on her face.
Sally noticed that there were no tan lines on Molly's upper body, yet
another hint at a hidden exhibitionist tendency.  Molly stopped, looking at
Sally questioningly with parts of the fairly complex worksuit dangling
forward and back behind her.

   "Just a second, Molly, let me look at you."

   Molly was thin, but not muscular, though she looked fit, and had the
body of someone who perhaps frolicked at the beach more than she worked
out. Her breasts were a b cup, pert, almost saucy, and long nippled.  Sally
thought, 'I can't wait to get at those nipples...I wonder if I can get her
to consider piercing.  She'd look great with some jewelry.' Molly's stomach
was flat, with a cute little navel.  Her arms were smooth and somewhat
thin, her hands actually showing the most use, looking strong, the nails
short, though painted with a darkish red enamel.

   "Could you turn around once for me, Molly?  Thank you."

   Molly turned, not knowing what to do with her arms, trying hard not to
cross them over her breasts, but having difficulty leaving them at her
sides, and ending up unconsciously twining them around like a much younger
girl in a most appealing manner.  Sally tried hard not to smile.

   "Alright, please continue."

   Removing the rest of the suit was a quick and simple procedure, which
Molly performed with a minimum of wasted motion, leaving her slender body
nude, and now she did cover her pubic area with her hands, shifting
nervously, feet and legs together.

   "Relax, Molly, I'm not going to bite, nor am I going to make fun of
you."

   Molly was visibly trembling, but did relax somewhat.

   "Now I want you put your hands at your sides and stand with your feet
apart, please."

   Molly looked like she was thinking about being defiant, but after a
moment put her hands at her sides and moved her feet apart slightly.  She
tried to look arch, as if to say 'I dare you'.  Sally smiled to see that
she actually thrust out her chest a bit, and that her long nipples were in
fact hard.  She was nervous, but apparently on some level was enjoying
being looked at.  Sally noticed she wasn't frowning, though she could
hardly be said to be smiling.  Sally decided to encourage this latent
showman ship.

   "You are very pretty you know.  You have exquisite breasts."

   "They aren't very big though."

   Sally chuckled, "Now you are fishing for compliments, they may not be
big, but they are very well formed, and I'll bet you know it.  Surely at
least some of your lovers have told you so."

   Molly smiled, "Well...yes, I guess."

   "You could always have them bio-sculpted if you really wanted them
larger."

   "No, I like them the way they are, the way I am."

   "Well then." Sally gestured as if to say 'there, you have the final
answer'.

   Now Sally deliberately let her eyes wonder down to Molly's pubic area.
The girl's rich brown pubic hair was trimmed short, just as regulations
required, but was only shaped enough to conceal pubic hair under the
currently popular women's beachwear, obviously not in some exotic pattern.
Her labia obviously had never been depilated.  Her slit was tight and as
cute as a young girl's, but as Sally watched, a hint of color appeared,
just a bit of swelling.  'Apparently little Molly likes being looked at,
even by another woman', thought Sally, 'good, this wasn't going to be as
bad as I thought'.

   "Now Molly, I'd like you to turn around for me.  I want to see what you
l look like from the back."

   Molly must have been getting into the scenario, because she didn't just
turn around.  Instead, she turned away, then smiled back over her shoulder
at Sally an bent over slightly with her hands on her knees, her rump thrust
out at her therapist.

   "Well," said Sally with a laugh in her voice, " I did go into space to
see the Moon, but this wasn't what I had in mind."

   They both laughed a little more than the joke deserved.

   "Okay, lets go in."

   The two women went over to the lock and took turn blowing into the
breath analyzer which checked for any intoxicants, and also took turns
solving the small logic puzzle presented by the control screen.  The
showers were a bit dangerous in low gravity, not a real problem if one were
alert, but people had been injured, even died, while drunk, stoned, or just
sick, so access was restricted.  The lock into the inner chamber finally
opened, and again Sally made sure they both went into the small space
together.

   Molly tensed up again as they were forced to touch and her nipples, a
good indicator of her arousal apparently, went flat.  She jumped when one
of Sally's full breasts brushed against her shoulder.  Sally resisted the
impulse to pinch and kiss those nipples back to hardness.  She knew it was
best to go slow.

   The two women moved into the main chamber in the shower.

   "Now there are standard manual controls on the shower heads, you can see
there are four in here, but there is also a voice activated system that
I'll demonstrate in a second, but the first thing is the safety word."

   Sally pitched her voice a little higher and spoke clearly, "Computer,
disregard next occurrence of safety word."

   She spoke in normal tones again, "I had to do that so I can tell you the
word.  If you say the word, the water is immediately turned off and high
speed fans and pumps suck out all the liquid in the room.  If you don't
countermand coherently at that point, the computer summons medical aid. 
Got it?  Okay, the word is 'Help'...NO don't repeat it, just remember it."

   Sally smile encouragingly at Molly, " You'll like this.  Computer--body
temperature low pressure water on."

   Molly did indeed laugh as she watched the water spill out of all four
spouts.  Instead of the fine, fast moving droplets of a Earthly shower, the
water burbled out in long, slow, twisting ropes held together by surface
tension which, while it hadn't changed from that on Earth, was still
suddenly much more important in low gravity since the normal acceleration
of gravity was so much less.  The water splashed against the floor and the
women's nude bodies, and bounced away in great wobbling irregular spheres.
It was still warm, still wet, still made their bodies glisten and sparkle,
but now it was as if it did everything larger and slower than on Earth.

   For several minutes they watched the water splash and bounce around in
its huge bubbles, even the steam of the hot water seemed bigger.  Sally
splashed water at Molly, and Molly laughed and splashed back.  For a long
time they were just kids, playing in a faery water fountain.  When Sally
was sure that Molly was relaxed again, she decided to change the mood.

   "Computer--foam." she commanded.

   Molly laughed again as she realized that bubble bath had been added. 
Now, in addition to huge bubbles of water, there where even larger soap
bubbles, some floating loose, other clumping into mounds of whitish froth.
The two women played with the foam, Molly making a big bubble beard for
herself, Sally giving herself an immense afro that would have been
impossible on Earth.  Then Sally scooped up a mound of bubbles and poofed
it onto Molly's chest, not touching her, just hitting her with the foam
equivalent of a snowball.  This led to a bouncing foam fight, and finally a
slippery, laughing wrestling match, which ended with the larger stronger
Sally lying on top of the nearly foam buried Molly.

   Molly suddenly noticed that Sally was looking down at her seriously, and
she stopped giggling and struggling, just looking up at the older woman
lying on top of her.  Sally slowly started to kiss Molly, stopped when she
saw Molly start to say something, perhaps 'no', but continued when Molly
didn't actually object.  Her lips touched Molly's lightly, gently,
demanding nothing only caressing.  Molly looked troubled but still said
nothing, her arms stretched above her head, still pinioned by Sally's
grasp.

   "You okay?"

   "Uh huh." murmured Molly

   Sally nibbled at Molly's lips and moved on to rain little kisses along
her captive's jawline, then back to tease at her full lips.  She started
running the tip of her tongue along Molly's closed mouth until the girl
finally opened it, and accepted the tip against her own tongue.

   Sally made it all seem casual, inevitable, but this was an illusion. 
She'd made sure that their little game had ended with her in control.  One
of her legs was not-by-chance wedged between Molly's thigh, pressed firmly
against her outer pussy lips so she could monitor Molly's state of arousal.
Sally's breasts pressed against Molly's so she could feel if those
marvelous long nipples became erect, which they slowly did under the long,
wet kiss.  It wasn't all cold calculation, Sally's heart was beating
faster, and she could feel her own pussy engorging with hot blood, but she
was a professional, and it was very important that Molly respond and keep
responding, so Sally was very careful to make sure that Molly never had a
chance to cool down and also never got scared by too aggressive a move. 
Sally's own pleasure was secondary, though she rarely had to fake her own
response, and she was certainly responding to the sweet young thing beneath
her.

   Molly never really had a chance to object, as Sally lowered her arms to
her sides near her shoulders, but kept a hold of each wrist.  Sally kissed
her way down the girl's soft slender throat which was slightly flushed with
passion.  She kissed the slippery upper slopes of Molly's tight young
breasts.

   "But...I never...with a woman..."

   "Sh, sh sshhh...I'm a woman yes, but a mouth is just a mouth after all."
Sally murmured to her most tenuously held prisoner.

   Sally took Molly's right nipple between her lips and suckled at it,
lapping it with her tongue until she was sure it was fully erect.  She
switched to the left breast and did the same.  Then, because she knew from
Molly's file that she liked it, Sally bite down softly on the long nipple,
then harder when Molly moaned.

   'It's really sort of unfair to have your every sexual response listed in
someone's database' thought Sally, 'it really makes it too easy to seduce
her.'

   That didn't stop her from using every trick she knew to get the girl to
respond.  It was too important for Molly's career, let alone Sally's
professional pride, that Molly be able to respond satisfactorily to her
therapist.  In plain terms, she needed to be able to have an orgasm brought
on by her therapist.  Sally had every intention of making this happen.

   Sally now moved Molly's hands down to her hips.  She felt Molly tense,
so she rushed a bit so the girl wouldn't have a chance to object

   Sally grinned a bit, as Molly started to say "No" but instead bit her
lower lip, scrunched up her big brown eyes, and turned that into a sort of
"N....ooooh..." as Molly felt the Doctor's tongue massaging at her clit.

   Molly made as if to move her hands, perhaps only to pull Sally's head
tighter to her pussy, but Sally couldn't take chances, and semi-forcefully
kept them at the girl's side and under her control.

   "No, baby, let Moma do her work."

   "Ah...oh..okay...oooh..."

   Sally put all her formidable training, knowledge, and experience into
bathing young Molly's sapphically virginal pussy with her tongue.  She
parted Molly's moist inner folds, and swirled hot saliva around her clit,
and teased at Molly clenching vaginal orifice.  She varied her orgasmic
assault by kissing down the girl's inner thigh, then stroking her breasts
across the girl's pubic mound and stomach.  She even nibbled on Molly's
pubic hair, tugging slightly as if she were a goat trimming some pubic
lawn. But always se returned to the clitoris, lapping it, ringing around
it, lipping, even sucking as if it were a nipple.

   For many long minutes, the two lovers moved under the warm jets of water
and bubbles.  Sally had programmed the 'bubble bath' to be edible and to
taste slightly of mint, so that inevitably she thought of candy as she
licked at Molly's writhing slender young body, but the taste was all Molly
when she moved back to the girl's pussy.  The girl had finally given in to
her body and she obviously no longer cared that it was a woman giving her
pleasure, all she cared about was the pleasure given to her by another warm
and caring human being.  The mouth at her puss was a human mouth, the
tongue that probed deeply within her vaginal tunnel was a human mouth, the
hands that forced her submit with only the slightest of pressures where
human hands, and if there were breasts and another pussy attached to all
that, well, they were human too.

   Molly moaned and sighed as she built toward orgasm.  Sally again smiled
as she realized the girl had her eyes closed.  Sally redoubled her lashing
at Molly's core, feeling the girl tense, not with nervousness or
apprehension, but with impending orgasm.  The therapist tasted the absolute
flood of lubricity the girl gave down.  It would only take just a little
bit more stimulation, which Sally provided by tickling Molly's clit with
the very tip of her tongue, but now strongly, with a firm, steady circling
motion.  Molly bucked under her.

   "Oh...oh...oh, Doctor....OH, YES...oh, my god, Sally, YES OH YES!!"

   Molly collapsed under Sally, completely relaxed.  Sally finally let the
girl's hands go, and she massaged the now limp body.  Molly now made no
protest as Sally's hands massaged her thighs and belly, then sides, and
breasts, and arms as Sally moved moved back up, until she once more lay
thigh to thigh, breast to breast, and eye to eye with the girl.

   Sally kissed Molly deeply, which brought a slight hesitation from Molly,
but then she returned the kiss.  Sally thought, 'Well, we need a little
more work there, but she responded'.  No need to rush, now that the law had
been satisfied.  Getting rid of that last hesitancy, last reluctance could
wait.  There was one last thing she at least needed to try, if the girl
balked they could work on it, but it would be better to do it now before
post coital remorse could set in.

   "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

   "No Sally, it was very good.  Thank you."

   "No need to thank me...just a second, we are going to turn into prunes
any moment...Computer--water off, warm air dry gentle, add pine scent."

   As the room obediently did what it was told to do, she continued, "There
is one more thing we need to talk about.  Do you know what I mean?" This
was said while she lay nestled beside the girl under warm blasts of air.

   "You mean, that you didn't come...right?"

   "Yes, baby girl, that is what I mean.  I know you are new to all this,
so I'm not going to insist or anything, but part of my job as therapist is
teaching the etiquette of sex, as well as the mechanics and emotions.  When
one is given pleasure, one should return the favor.  So, how do you feel
about that?"

   "I don't know Sally.  Do I have to, you know..." she stalled out.

   "You are going to have to at least learn to say it, Molly," Sally
chuckled, "You mean, do you have to lick my pussy until I come?"

   Molly blushed, but at an encouraging look from Sally managed to get out,
"Yes...do I need to...eat out your...pussy?"

   Sally, still amused, still nestled up against the girl's slightly
shorter form, said, "Well, no, not really...we can save that for another
time.  But I have an idea for something else that shouldn't be too hard. 
Are you ready to try it?"

   Relieved, Molly nodded, "Sure Sally, what do you want me to do?"

   Under Sally's direction, Molly sat up, back against the now dry wall and
spread her legs, no longer embarrassed to have Sally look at her pussy. 
Sally sat down between Molly's spread legs, her back to the girl, and
snuggled back until she could feel Molly's breasts against her back.  She
took the girl's hand and placed them neutrally on her own thighs.

   "Now this is gonna be easy.  All you do, is do what you normally do when
you masturbate.  Pretend my body is yours, and do whatever you feel like."

   "Well, I always did want bigger zoobies." Molly joked.

   "Oh, my." said Sally as Molly actually cupped her breasts lightly.  "Is
that what the young people are calling them now?"

   "Nah, that's what my mother always called them.  And my pussy was always
a 'Yaya'"

   Sally chuckled, "Well, whatever works I guess.  Now do you want to just
fool around a bit, or do you want some directions?  You are operating a
very complex piece of equipment here."

   Somewhat predictably Molly gave up control in a sexual situation, "Tell
me."

   "All right, well, you've made a good start, just massage my breasts like
that, yes, that feels very nice" Molly really did have nice hand, strong
yet delicate, and not as soft as one might think of a technician who did
her job through a computer console.  Sally wondered what the girl did that
made her hands so strong.

   "Now play with my nipples.  No dear, don't pinch...my nipples are very
sensitive, just roll them, or better yet flick them lightly with your
finger...yes, very nice."

   "Now, just run your hands over my body, touching is very
important...yes, baby, that's good...no, don't just go for the breasts or
pussy...you are more than your sex organs."

   The warm air and strong young hands running over her body were very
pleasant.  The thought intruded that her hair was going to be a tangled
mess from drying without a brush.  She thought shed have to go by that
client of hers that had the hair fetish.  He loved to brush her hair and
would do so for hours if she let him.  He also was an absolute master at
anal intercourse.  The man should give seminars.  If only he would teach it
to more of her patients.  Sally liked sex with women, but she also liked
the rougher side of things as well, and some things she was pretty sure
little Molly wasn't ready for yet.  If the girl balked at returning head
for head, Sally was pretty sure she'd pass out at the idea of giving a good
anal rim job.

   Still, the girl did have good hands, and if Sally was thinking as much
about a good hard cock up her ass as much as she was thinking about Molly's
hands, well, part of sex was fantasy after all.

   "All right Molly, now touch my pussy...oh baby, that feels good...circle
around my clit with your finger...no, a little faster....mmmm...good."

   Sally put her hands over Molly's and showed her what to do, and what
rhythm she liked.  It was like she had four hands to play with herself, to
part her inner lips, to stroke her clit, to tease at the opening into her
vagina.  She took Molly's right hand and brought it to her own lips and
suckled at both her and Molly's middle fingers, like two small penises,
running her tongue around both, circling the pads of the two digits as if
they were two small glans, wetting the slender lengths with her saliva. 
Then she moved both right hands down to her open pussy and directed both
middle fingers to push into her inner passage.  It wasn't like the fullness
of a cock in her cunt, but was none the less an exquisite feeling.  She'd
worry about feeling full later.  Sort of like going to a French restaurant
and eating delicious small portions, then having a hotdog later, just for
bulk.  The two fingers moved in her deliciously, just a little out of time
with each other.  Sally set the timing for the two women, and feeling
slowly built in her body, she moved her left hand up to play with the
nipple of her left breast, leaving three hands stroking in and around her
pussy.  It only took a few minutes until Sally's own orgasm came on.

   "Oh...oh...oh Baby!!"

   Sally hammed it up just a bit.  The orgasm had been fine, nothing soul
shattering, but Molly's confidence needed a bit of pumping up.  Sally
shuddered pleasantly, and slowly brought the two hands pumping into her to
a halt.  She just lay back against Molly for a while, just for a bit of
afterglow, but conscious of the time.  They were just a bit over the two
hours she'd set aside, and she needed to get back to finish some
documentation, and to see if she could get her patient Jim, to do her hair
and other neglected portions of her anatomy.

   "That was nice Molly, thank you."

   "It...it was no problem...Sally."

   "So now you've officially done *IT* with another woman.  Do you think
you'll be ok with it your next session?"

   Molly tensed, and wrapped her arms around Sally in a hug, "You...It'll
be you, right?  You aren't going to make me go to someone else, Sally? 
Please Doctor...I could do it with anyone else but you!"

   Sally smiled, Molly's file did indicate she tended to develop crushes on
her therapists, but that was no big deal.  Sally wanted to hang on to this
sweet young girl for a bit, herself.  She'd have to ease her into a
relationship with another therapist eventually, it wasn't good to let
patients get too fixated on one doctor, but that was for the future.  For
now, a little crush would do nicely to get her through post coital remorse
over sex she still obviously didn't think of as 'normal'.  Sally would fix
that, but later.

   Sally got to her feet and pulled Molly up into a firm hug again,
stroking the girl's back reassuringly.

   "Of course Molly, if that's what you want, I'd enjoy being your
therapist very much."

   Sally pulled the happy girl over to the door to the inner lock.  This
time when they both got in, she kissed Molly deeply as the lock cycled and
cupped and molded the girl's finely made bottom.  Sally had plans for that
bottom.  Molly returned the attention, shyly cupping Sally's more generous
behind.  It was a start, a good start.

   They moved back into the locker room, and Sally tied up her hair since,
as she'd feared, it looked like wolverines nested in it.  The two women got
back into their worksuit.  They moved back out into the station, ready to
go their separate ways, but walking together for a few minutes longer.

   "You know Molly, regulations permit personalization of your work suits,
I know a wonderful enameler who works the swing shift who could really
brighten up your suit...you know, maybe some darker trim work on the
fittings to match your eyes.  You have great eyes, you know.  or a nice
tribal pattern on the back..."

   The two women walked back into the working sections of Mining Station
#347, chatting happily about fashion.

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