Josh tried not to stare at the young woman in his office, but it was rare to encounter someone who seemed so unaware of her own beauty. Her dress was modest, almost staid, and her sensible shoes did little to liven up the outfit. Her shoulder-length brown hair, however, was worn in the feathered style women were wild about at that time in the late 1970s.

He'd invited her to make herself comfortable on the couch, while he sat across from her in a wingback chair. Many of his patients preferred to lie down during their therapy sessions, but Rosemary stayed rigidly upright.

On the notepad Josh held, he'd written: Intimacy issues. That was the only reason Rosemary had given his receptionist when she called to schedule an appointment. Though Josh wasn't a sex therapist, he hoped he could help his newest patient. 

He was in his early thirties and had only recently started a practice in this town. Once a rural area, it was gradually becoming more suburban. Yet the region still had a dearth of psychiatric services, and some patients traveled two hours to see him. 

Josh knew from Rosemary's paperwork that she was ten years his junior. She'd requested the latest appointment time available, and since he was trying to build up his practice, he agreed to see her outside of regular office hours. It was now going on six in the evening, but the summer light outside his window still shone brightly.

When he'd introduced himself to Rosemary in the reception area of the small office, he'd asked her to forgo titles and simply call him Josh. Yet his attempt at informality hadn't succeeded in putting her at ease, for she now seemed reluctant to say a word.

In a carefully neutral tone, he said, "When you called to schedule an appointment, you mentioned that you're dealing with some intimacy issues. Why don't you tell me about that?"

Finally, she settled a little more against the couch. Looking down at her hands clasped in her lap, she said, "I'm not sure if my husband, Bruce, finds me attractive, and it's causing problems between us."

Josh tried to hide his confusion. How could any man fail to find this woman attractive? 

Before he could ask her to elaborate, she rushed on, as if eager to rid herself of the burden she'd been carrying inside. "We got married a little over a year ago," she revealed. "I was twenty-one then; he'd just turned twenty-two." Lifting her head, she managed to meet Josh's eyes. "I was a virgin on our wedding night. Bruce had a few girlfriends before me, and let's just say that he didn't save himself for marriage." A wry smile played at her lips. "Anyway, he told me he was glad to be my first. He was patient and tender, and after the first few times, I really enjoyed having sex with him. But..." Again, she averted her gaze, and her cheeks flushed. "He doesn't enjoy..."

She was obviously struggling, and Josh leaned forward a little, his expression encouraging. "What doesn't he enjoy, Rosemary?" he gently asked.

"He doesn't enjoy using his mouth to..." Instead of finishing, she merely shook her head, but Josh understood.

Of course, he was aware of the complaints some men had when it came to performing oral sex: they didn't care for the taste or smell, or they were disgusted by having to extract the occasional pubic hair from their mouth. In an effort to learn more about the circumstances between the couple, Josh asked, "Have you and Bruce talked about this?"

Rosemary gave a halfhearted shrug. "Only a little, and that was months ago. You see, my husband went down on me on our wedding night." She absently twisted the ring on her finger. "I certainly didn't expect it; I was even embarrassed at first. But he promised I'd love it, so I was surprised when he spent just a few minutes... you know." After taking a deep breath, she let it out slowly. "Once I got more comfortable with sex, I was willing to take him in my mouth. It excited me to give him pleasure that way."

Josh wouldn't allow himself to dwell on the thought of Rosemary performing such an erotic act. Instead, he quietly asked her to go on.

"I hoped Bruce would do the same for me, and that he'd spend longer trying to make me feel good," she told Josh. "But he avoided anything to do with it. Eventually, I worked up the nerve to ask him why. He said..." Without warning, Rosemary's lips began quivering under the threat of imminent tears. "He said that my clitoris is really big, much larger than the others he's seen." A single tear spilled down her cheek, and she didn't bother to wipe it away. "He said it makes him uncomfortable."

Of all the reasons Josh anticipated Bruce would have to avoid oral sex, that definitely wasn't one of them! Josh figured Rosemary's husband was clueless about female anatomy despite his previous relationships, and in his ignorance, he'd made his wife feel ashamed and insecure. 

"Rosemary," Josh said while handing her a tissue, "each clitoris is unique, just as each penis is unique. Even if your clitoris is larger than those Bruce has seen in the past, that doesn't mean it's abnormal in any way." He waited for her to dab at her eyes before asking, "Have you seen a gynecologist?"

She nodded. "When I asked him about it, he just said everything's normal. I was too embarrassed to tell him my husband thinks there's something wrong with me."

Josh felt a pang of tenderness for this woman, who had married young and was achingly vulnerable to her spouse's judgment. "And did you relate what your doctor said to Bruce? If your gynecologist assured you everything is fine, then your husband should understand—"

"It doesn't matter," Rosemary insisted. "Bruce is always eager to have sex, but he won't even touch my clitoris."

Josh ran a hand through his blond hair while considering everything Rosemary had shared. She and Bruce were obviously at an impasse, and their issue couldn't be resolved without honest communication.

Without prompting, Rosemary added, "I feel so embarrassed about my body that I don't enjoy sex anymore. Bruce says I'm overreacting, but I dread being intimate with him now. I'm always afraid he's repulsed by the sight of my clitoris."

The young woman was on the verge of tears again, but before Josh could make an effort to console her, she gave him a pleading stare. "Would you look at it and give me your honest opinion, Josh? I'm sure you've seen many more clitorises than my husband, and I trust you to tell me if I'm abnormal or not."

Josh shifted in his chair, desperately trying to ignore his pulsing cock. "Rosemary, there's no need for me to examine you. Your gynecologist has already said—"

"Maybe he was only being kind. I mean, I know there's nothing physically wrong with me down there; I can easily have an orgasm if I touch myself."

Josh swallowed hard. The room suddenly felt uncomfortably warm, and his erection was strengthening by the second.

"Maybe it just looks ugly," Rosemary went on in a quieter voice. Her face fell in despair. 

"I'm certain it doesn't." Despite his even voice, he found himself aching to grant Rosemary's request, and it wasn't for purely altruistic reasons. "I understand your need for reassurance, but it wouldn't be appropriate for me as your therapist to..." He struggled for the right words. "To view such an intimate part of your body."

"Please," she whispered, her eyes welling with fresh tears. "My husband doesn't even know I'm here; I've used money from my own savings to pay for this appointment. And I'll never have the courage to talk to him if I leave here still feeling like a freak."

As Josh lifted a hand to his forehead, he realized he was trembling a little. It was wrong to even consider such a clear violation of boundaries between him and his patient. But if he refused, and she went away utterly dejected, he feared she'd never discuss the matter with anyone again. Least of all with her husband. 

How much good could he do, Josh asked himself, by taking a quick look in order to persuade her that she was absolutely normal? Didn't the benefit far outweigh the ethical issues involved?

Releasing a sigh, he regarded Rosemary in silence. Finally, he said, "This is highly unorthodox, and if anyone were to find out..."

"I promise I won't say anything! I can't imagine telling anyone about this." 

He glanced toward the closed office door. His receptionist had already left, and the small building was otherwise empty. Looking back at Rosemary, he said, "We'll need to do this quickly."

She vehemently nodded, then stood to take off her shoes. Josh rose from the chair, holding his notepad in front of him in a pitiful attempt to conceal his erection. It would take just a second, he told himself. 

When Rosemary began lifting her dress to remove her panties, he turned away in order to grant her some privacy. 

Behind him, she said meekly, "I'll just lie down on the couch, if that's okay."

Josh cleared his throat, all the while willing his cock to soften. "That's fine, Rosemary."

He heard her settle onto the couch. Seconds later, she said, "I'm ready."

Slowly, he turned and found the woman sitting up with her back resting against the couch's arm. She'd left him plenty of room to sit next to her. Dread and anticipation battled within him as he approached.

Rosemary had already planted her stockinged feet on the couch cushions, and the skirt of her dress hung between her parted thighs, hiding her sex. Josh sank down onto the couch, just inches from her. He turned his upper body in her direction, with the notepad in his lap. 

She waited until his eyes met hers and he murmured, "You can show me now."

Rosemary gathered the dress's fabric to move it out of the way. Josh's gaze lingered on the tops of her nude thigh-highs. Her legs were gorgeous, as shapely as the rest of her. 

And then her vulva was revealed to him. A mass of pubic hair, darker than the locks on her head, concealed most of her inner labia, and she didn't hesitate to reach between her thighs and spread her outer lips apart. 

That first glimpse made him so hard it was painful. It was all he could do to maintain an impassive expression. From where he sat, he could easily see her clitoris, and he didn't need to be a gynecologist to realize just how large it was. 

Josh was initially reminded of a pink tongue tip protruding from pursed lips. He was accustomed to seeing delicate pearls, some mostly hidden by their clitoral hoods. But Rosemary's clit emerged proudly, as if it had cast off its hood altogether. He was astonished at how far outward it extended. How easy, how effortless, it would be to suckle that prominent bud...

Before Josh could stop himself, he breathed, "You're beautiful, Rosemary." Reluctantly, he tore his gaze from her sex to give her a level stare. "Beautiful," he repeated.

She searched his face, as if trying to discern a trace of deception. Finding none, her body visibly relaxed, and she flashed a hopeful smile. "You don't think it's too big?"

"It's perfect," Josh insisted, breathing a little faster. Though he knew his question might cross a forbidden line, he couldn't help but ask, "Is it very sensitive when you touch it?"

"Sensitive, but not uncomfortably so." To show him, Rosemary reached between her thighs and caressed that swollen nub of flesh with her fingertip. A moan escaped her lips, and Josh noticed her cheeks had flushed. "I can always make myself come quickly when I masturbate."

"Oh, that's good," he replied in a low voice. He was dying to stroke his cock, if only through his pants. "I'm glad you have no difficulty with self-pleasure."

Instead of telling her to cover herself, Josh sat at her side and watched as her fingers continued their playing. An involuntary groan emerged from his throat when she took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. His hand strayed to the erection straining at his pants. 

Rosemary must have noticed his aroused state, for her smile widened. "I'm glad you don't find me repulsive, Josh."

"I never could," he practically whimpered.

Her thighs had begun to shake. "Will you show me that you find me attractive?" Her stare dropped to his groin. "That would do wonders for my confidence."

His cock jumped at her suggestion. "Rosemary, I can't." He was panting now, his lust almost uncontrollable.

Thank God her own need distracted her. She began rubbing her clit faster, her moans strengthening into soft cries. "Josh, if I don't stop, I'm gonna make myself come!" Her face was taut with tension.

"You don't have to stop." He was utterly entranced by her fingers working fervently between her thighs. "Let me see how much joy that gorgeous clit can give you."

His words served as fuel for her lust, and she stimulated her clitoris at an even faster pace. Her expression was almost pained, but she released steady cries while striving for her climax.

By now, her clit was almost obscenely large, a distended nub of flesh that begged to be stroked and licked. It took all Josh's strength not to lean toward this woman and bury his face between her thighs. His mouth watered with the need to taste her, to wrap his lips around her clit and suck until she came hard.

Her orgasm seemed to descend without warning. She arched her back, as if to twist her body into an impossible position. Josh dared to circle his finger around her ankle. Beneath the silky stocking she wore, he could feel the warmth of her skin.

Rosemary's cries echoed off the walls, reverberating back to him. When she withdrew her hand, unable to bear any more stimulation, he noticed her entrance contracting. The thought of how her cunt would feel around his cock made him sneak in a furtive stroke. His erection was rock-hard, and he feared the pre-ejaculate would soak through his briefs to stain his pants.

His patient slumped back against the couch's arm, trying to catch her breath. She stared up at the ceiling in a daze. When she finally dared to look at Josh again, he noticed the shy smile on her lips.

"You are beautiful, and so desirable," he told her, growing bold enough to caress her ankle. "It's wonderful that you can give yourself such pleasure, Rosemary. Some women have a more challenging time reaching orgasm when they masturbate."

She moved to sit up, and Josh released his hold on her. 

"But what about Bruce?" she asked while brushing a strand of hair back from her face. "He doesn't see me the way you do."

Josh made himself wait a moment before answering. His cock was still stiff within the confines of his pants, and his heart drummed in his chest. "You need to have an honest discussion with him," he finally said. "Tell him you've seen your gynecologist, and a therapist, and they've both assured you that you're absolutely normal. You should be frank about your desire to receive oral sex. Explain to him that it gives you the same kind of pleasure he receives when you take him in your mouth."

She sat up, covering herself with her dress again. "I'll try," she said, sounding uncertain. 

Josh placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. Breathing in, he swore he caught the intoxicating scent of her arousal. "Don't focus on oral sex at first," he advised. "Let Bruce grow comfortable touching you, the way you touched yourself here in my office."

Josh had to wonder if Bruce, insecure in his masculinity, felt threatened by Rosemary's clitoris. Maybe it reminded him of a tiny, erect phallus. Was that why he didn't want to touch or lick it? Josh himself had no such qualms. If Rosemary weren't his patient, he would have happily suckled her pearl until she begged for mercy.

But she was his patient, and their appointment had run well past seven. As Josh walked her to the front reception area, he didn't bother to hide the evidence of his own need. He feared his cock wouldn't soften until he'd jerked off.

"If you still need to see me after talking with your husband, feel free to call and schedule another appointment," he told her at the door. 

Instead of shaking his hand, Rosemary hugged him. "Thank you, Josh. You've made me feel much better."

He gave her back a comforting pat, all the while hoping she didn't press too firmly against him. "I'm so glad, Rosemary."

Standing at the door, Josh watched her walk to her car. She gave him a wave and a smile before climbing inside. 

As soon as her vehicle was out of sight, he locked himself inside the building and practically sprinted to his office. Once there, he circled around his desk, working frantically at his fly.

Moments later, his cock was free, and he stroked it with a rough grip. Closing his eyes, he vividly recalled the image of Rosemary's cunt: slick and pink, crowned by that enormous clitoris.

Alternating between grunts and groans, he stroked off, his entire body trembling. In the seconds before orgasm, he would have given up his practice, his good name, to slide into that beautiful woman. He wanted to spend hours making her come with his lips and tongue. 

"Rosemary!" he choked out, then shot his semen all over the bare desktop. Even after he was spent, he kept jerking his cock, as if to punish himself for this transgression.

Afterward, Josh stared down at the mess he'd made. His cum looked especially filthy spattered over the surface where he worked and wrote up notes. The sight filled him with shame.

Yet he furiously masturbated again that night, and during his shower the following morning. All the while, he fantasized about his newest patient.

And when she called his office just a day later to request another appointment, this time with her husband accompanying her, Josh immediately instructed his receptionist to schedule it. 

Of course, Bruce's presence would prevent a repeat of what Josh and Rosemary had shared during that first session. But Josh longed to see her again. 

Again and again, he promised himself he could act professional despite his intimate knowledge of the treasure Rosemary possessed between her thighs.