Disclaimer: I don't own The O.C. or the movie Prime.
A/N: Thank you very much to your reviews, they really helped me get the inspiration I needed to write this. I'm so glad that people are enjoying this story and I most thoroughly appreciate the reviews I got. I'm hoping to have another chapter of a session, then bring more complications into, like Ryan inviting Taylor to dinner with the family etc…Enjoy this installment and I am open to your suggestions, if you have any.
Warnings: Sexual material that may not be suitable for younger people or may offend.
The lead in to the next session had Kirsten in hysterics; she hadn't gotten around to having a word to her son, Ryan, and of course, once again his girlfriend – and Kirsten's patient – Taylor Townsend would divulge their deepest sexual stories.
A knock on her office door made Kirsten jump slightly in fright, also tipping her coffee over her blouse in the process. She sighed in annoyance and attempted to wipe it better with a barely used tissue from her small desk bin.
An overly chirpy, "Hi!" came from a face that peeped in her door and the middle-aged blonde knew immediately of the horrid events to come.
"Good afternoon Taylor, come sit down and I will be there with you in a minute," replied Kirsten solidly.
"Spill your drink did you?" Kirsten nodded stiffly, and Taylor continued, "I hate it when that happens! Ugh, it always burns and I end up having a red rash on my chest or wherever it spilt…I dropped a whole cup of hot chocolate on me just last night" – she stopped and giggled slightly – "Luckily Ryan was there to save the day."
Kirsten rolled her eyes and awaited the torture.
"Well, I'll wait till you're sitting down to tell you the steamy details!" Taylor wriggled her head side to side in excitement and then took a deep breath.
"Great." The fake bubbly tone to Kirsten's voice was clearly un-readable to Taylor, who was already smirking and tapping her foot in impatience.
"Come on Kirsten! We're wasting time! It's just coffee," simplified Taylor.
"You're right," Kirsten smiled. Her procrastination skills really needed an up lifting in technique. "So, how would you like to begin?" Kirsten asked as she took a seat and adjusted the small cushions so they comforted the small of her back…and the fall of faith she was about to take.
Taylor immediately launched into it, not missing anything out – and I mean anything.
"Just like I said before, I spilled a whole mug of hot chocolate on myself, and Ryan was there and do you know what he did Kirsten?" in sighted Taylor with a naughty smile.
"I can only imagine," she muttered whilst pouring herself and Taylor a glass of water each. It was inevitable she'd need it.
"He looked at me, then went to the cupboard and got out marshmallows," the younger female grinned. "Ryan dropped them over me and licked the hot chocolate off of my stomach…oh we were swimming before hand and I was still in my bathing suit," clarified Taylor.
"So what you are saying is that he licked the drink off of your bare stomach and ate the marshmallows?" inquired Kirsten with a raised eyebrow.
"Well yes, but no, or I don't know exactly, all I know is that he said that 'the marshmallows were beginning to melt because I you are just that hot'," she quoted, while blushing. "Smooth talker, huh?" asked Taylor, even though it was slightly rhetorical.
"Sounds like it," agreed Kirsten with a sly eye roll.
"My goodness the sex was pretty freakin' rough after that line of his. I couldn't control my urges for the tantalizing aura of his penis…"
"Good lord," murmured Kirsten, grasping onto her glass of water.
"Good lord is correct, Kirsten. He is an incredible lover; it astounds me. Wow, his mother must have been rather fluent in the matter, if you get what I'm saying?" Taylor said mischievously.
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know: a bit of a…oh I don't know what you'd call it without making her sound like a whore…"
Kirsten gulped, then replied as evenly as she could, "Taylor, can I ask you something?"
"Yes, of course Kirsten!" she invited.
"Is the relationship purely sex? Is there more to it than the…the 'aura of his penis', for crying out loud?" Kirsten struggled with the words, but her son's girlfriend obviously hadn't noted the edge in her voice.
"Well, duh! He's romantic, so we walk on the beach a lot…I'm not sure what to say, he's just an amazing guy." Kirsten smiled at her kind words, but that soon tuned upside down and Taylor continued. "But of course, the sex is undeniable. Sex isn't even the right word I don't think. If only you knew Kirsten…maybe I could videotape it? Then you would understand even a little of the kind of erection I can give him! The orgasms are…oh my…I'm getting hot even thinking about him; don't you feel the arousal deep within your genitals as well Kirsten? The way he thrusts and makes me moan." Taylor closed her eyes and made a groaning noise that pushed Kirsten to absolute breaking point.
"Taylor, that's us for today," she quickly told her patient. Kirsten most certainly did not want to hear anymore about it…nor did she want to see a video. Mortified, would be an understatement of a word.
"That works fine anyway, after all this talk, I'm most definitely going to give him a call…just, oh…see you next week Kirsten."
"Goodbye Taylor," Kirsten rushed to the door to let her out. Once Taylor had left, Kirsten slowly sat back down - that's not before she extracted the whiskey from her cabinet. She was most definitely going to talk to Ryan, but for now, she had to get rid of the disturbing images her mind was creating.
A/N: It was short, but I'm pretty proud of it. I'm quite excited about this story, because it seems so crazy and so funny, I just hope that I am delivering it right for you guys. Critique is welcome as are suggestions. I truly hope you enjoyed it and I'd be astounded with gratitude of you left me a quick review before closing, thank you.