This was easy.
“We live in a big old house in a small town in Alabama.” There were hundreds of small Alabama towns. Jimmy would never figure out which one she meant. “The house was built in the 1890’s. It has wood floors and high ceilings and a huge attic.”
Aggie stopped talking. She had almost added ‘where my twin and I used to play.’ She had better be careful. The doctor seemed undisturbed by her silence.
“Back up to eight years old, Aggie. Where do you live now?”
“The same house, but it seems even bigger.” Aggie congratulated herself. ‘Even bigger’ was a nice touch. She had done regression therapy before and knew the right buttons. Aggie slit open one eye and saw the doctor nod happily to Jimmy. The two frauds. I’ll give them something to nod about. She began to moan. “Oh, ooohhh…”
“What is it?” the doctor asked.
“Ooohhh…” Aggie groaned.
Jimmy took her hand and shook it lightly.
“I have a tummy ache,” she groaned.
“She must have gotten sick when she was eight,” the doctor explained. They didn’t think their regression was really working, did they? Aggie almost laughed but instead she stopped groaning and began to giggle.
“Dada,” she gurgled trying her best to sound like a preverbal baby. “Goo-goo. Agga waana ookie.”
She was afraid she had gone too far. Jimmy’s fingers tightened on her hand.
“Doctor,” he exclaimed dramatically. “You’ve regressed her to a baby!”
Aggie knew now that he was on to her and that they were somehow together pulling a fast one on the bogus doctor.
“Oogle, oogle, ooo,” she babbled.
“Bring her back!” Jimmy’s voice was near hysteria.
“You’re ten now,” the doctor said frantically. “Now you’re twelve. You’re twenty now, Aggie. We’re back in the present.”
Aggie allowed the baby smile to fade slowly from her face. When she opened her eyes she almost lost her composure as she looked into Jimmy’s laughing orbs. She swallowed her giggles and turned to the doctor.
“You’ve cured me!” she cried and jumped out of her chair. She ran and knelt at his feet, wrapping her arms around his legs. The man looked like he might have a heart attack. Then Jimmy’s laughter bellowed forth. The sound filled the room and drew Aggie and the doctor’s eyes together. He figured it out. His tenor laugh and Aggie’s giggles melted into Jimmy’s low fading chuckle.
“You know there are two of us,” Aggie accused Jimmy a few minutes later as the three sat over coffee in the kitchen. He nodded. “How did you figure it out?”
“Looks aren’t everything,” Jimmy shrugged.
“And this charade was to get me to admit it,” Aggie pushed on.
“Aggie Trout, meet Dr. Jeremy Gladstone.”
“You really are a doctor?” Aggie asked.
“Of anthropology,” Jeremy admitted.
“How did Jimmy convince you…”
“To play the role?” Jeremy finished her sentence. “Jimmy and I go back a long way.”
“You look a lot like Freud,” Aggie commented.
“Less without the mustache.” Jeremy pulled it off. “Damn itchy thing. Well, I’d better push off now.”
Jimmy and Aggie both stood and walked with Jeremy to the door. He shook hands first with Jimmy and then with her.
“I’m glad we met,” he offered.
“Me too.”
“I’m sure I’ll see you again.”
“I hope so.” But I doubt it, she added silently. However wonderful the next five nights might be, Aggie had no illusions that they would continue beyond the contract. She would have to make enough memories to last a long time. As the door closed, she locked her fists into Jimmy’s shirtfront and pulled him to her. “You’re a demon. Dr. Topas indeed.”
“I should have guessed you’d know your Shakespeare, witch.”
Jimmy kissed her hard and then lifted her by her locked elbows. He carried her rigid in front of him to the bedroom and plopped her on the bed. He whipped off his clothes and stood naked and challenging before her. She let her eyes roam over his middle-aged bulges and bumps as he preened like a body builder at the side of the bed. His cock rose from limp to half mast to fully engaged.
“Come take me, you gorgeous thing,” she called to him when the inflation was complete.
He pounced onto the bed above her.
“How do you want me?” he asked.
“Any way you want,” she replied.
He pulled the sweater up over her head and kissed her breasts through the lacy bra.
“Do you want to try something different?”
“Probably,” Aggie agreed tentatively. “Like what?”
He eased the short skirt down off her hips and kissed her pubic mound through the black silk panties. He looked both eager and hesitant.
“Spit it out,” Aggie told him. “I can always say no.”
Jimmy almost absently pulled off her panties and sat her up to unhook her bra. When she sat naked on the bed, he still didn’t speak. Aggie pulled him down to lie on the bed and snuggled into his arms.
“Whisper in my ear,” she told him. He did. Her logical librarian brain said an emphatic no, but the limbic emotional brain was closer to her mouth.
“All right,” she agreed.
“Have you ever done it before?” Jimmy asked out loud.
“No,” she admitted.
“But you’ve thought about it?”
She nodded.
“I want you to have an orgasm first,” Jimmy offered. “It’ll relax you.”
“I never turn down a free orgasm, “ Aggie smiled.
Jimmy arranged himself between her spread legs and lowered his mouth to her crotch.
“You smell so good,” he murmured.
“I taste good, too,” Aggie reminded him.
He lowered his mouth obediently and supped. Within a very few moments Aggie crested the peak of the first orgasm. She waited for the stimulation to continue, knowing the second would be sharper and more full. But Jimmy lifted his head.
“One more?” she asked, suddenly nervous.
Jimmy sat her up on the bed and put his hands on her shoulders.
“We don’t have to.”
“I know,” Aggie agreed. Now that the moment was here, she wanted to continue. The opportunity might not come again. “Let’s do it.”
“It may be painful the first time,” he warned her.
She nodded. Just get on with it.
“I think you’ll like it eventually.” Was he trying to convince himself?
“Just put your dick in my ass,” she ordered.
Jimmy smiled.
“I’ll stop if you tell me to,” he offered.
Aggie climbed off the bed and found his necktie. She wrapped it twice around her head and over her mouth.
“Argle, agguu,” she tried.
Her voice was unrecognizable. Good. She trusted Jimmy more than her own resolution. She didn’t want the chance to back out. Jimmy looked out of his mind. Her self-gagging obviously aroused him tremendously. He positioned her kneeling at the edge of the bed facing in. He walked into the bathroom. When he returned, he stood behind her and placed his hands on her hips.
“Bend down,” he ordered.
Aggie was hot and wet and throbbing with anticipation. How much would it hurt? Hurt like ‘ow’ or like childbirth? She leaned her forehead onto the bed so that her ass stood up like an invitation.
“I’ll use my fingers first,” Jimmy told her.
She heard the snap of what she thought must be rubber gloves. Her stomach turned. One well greased finger rimmed her asshole. Mmm. This part felt good. It slid inside. She jerked forward but Jimmy’s other hand held her steady. Though it felt strange, the finger didn’t hurt. She remember their other night of love and Jimmy’s finger up her ass. She had liked it, had been aroused by the invasion. Somehow the present touch seemed more clinical, less intimate. Jimmy slid the finger up and down inside her. Her muscles tightened involuntarily and she tried to breathe slowly and relax. Nothing hurt. It was just strange. He slid his finger out.