Forbidden Confession

Jim's leg twitched nervously as he sat in the waiting area. The room was cozy enough; a few modern art paintings on the walls, a coffee table with several old magazines.

A simple black and gold plate on the office door listed her name: "Dr. Judith Klemenski."

On the wall next to the office door, hung a sign that read in large letters:

JUST ASK

And beneath that, in smaller print:

There are no wrong questions.

The door suddenly opened. "Hello, Jim. Sorry to keep you waiting. Please, come in."

It was his worst fear. She was beautiful. No, gorgeous. Sexy. What his small circle of male friends would call a MILF, although he had no idea if she was actually a mother.

Caramel colored hair framed her oval face, the curve of the stylish cut tapering to an end just at her collar.

Her professional looking white blouse, gray blazer and matching skirt did absolutely nothing to disguise her Venus-like body and in fact strategically accented every full figured curve.

Fuck, this was going to be humiliating. Jim could feel dark eyes regarding him behind her almost comically large glasses as he entered the room. The clean fresh scent of her, a mix of sage and sea salt and white musk, hung in the air.

Her soft pink lips turned upwards as she directed him to what looked like a very comfortable chair. "Please, take a seat. Do you need anything, a bottle of water perhaps, before we begin?"

Despite his dry mouth, Jim shook his head. He was nervous enough without worrying about having to pee later.

The office was sparse, with only a few more art pieces similar to the ones in the lobby on the walls. A potted plant in the corner soaked up the sun coming through the windows that overlooked a courtyard with a bench under a shady tree. Jim stared out the window longingly, wishing to be anywhere else.

She took a seat opposite him in a similar chair, picked up a folder from the table beside it, and began looking through the pages.

"So, Jim... it is Jim, yes? Or do you prefer James?"

"Jim is fine, doctor," he managed.

"Jim it is then, and I don't stand on formalities here. You can call me Judy, okay?"

Jim nodded, now wishing he'd taken that offer of water. "O... okay."

Her look was warm, friendly, the practiced smile of someone trying to compose their patient and calm the situation. "So, before we begin, Jim, I just want to make clear this is a safe space; we can talk about anything. My job isn't to judge you. It's to come to a better understanding of the circumstances that brought you here and help you understand yourself better and learn how to handle things moving forward."

The circumstances that brought him here. He knew it was unavoidable, but had hoped it wouldn't be the very first thing they talked about. He'd hoped maybe she'd want to talk about his family history or his relationship with his mother or... well, anything else.

Instead, she asked bluntly, "So, let's talk about why you snuck into that young woman's room to sniff her panties."

"I didn't 'sneak' in," Jim objected defensively. "It was my girlfriend's room, I was visiting her."

"But it wasn't your girlfriend's panties you got caught with, was it?"

Silence met her question, Jim's brain unable to conjure a response that wouldn't sound like some pathetic excuse.

"Look, I can't make you talk to me," the doctor continued. "But I will have to fill out a report for the probation review board and they're going to want something to convince them that they made the right choice in not simply expelling you."

"I'm sorry," Jim managed to find his voice. "I'm not trying to be difficult, and I'm fully aware of the consequences if I don't cooperate. This is just... embarrassing as hell to talk about."

"Why? Is it because I'm a woman?"

Again Jim's cognitive functions failed him. He'd requested a male psychiatrist, but his options for a fast appointment were limited and the administrative committee had only given him thirty days, and so Jim had opted for the first available doctor.

So he'd known she'd be a woman. He just didn't think she'd be....

"Is it because you find me attractive?"

Damn! It was like she was reading his mind. Or, more likely, his facial expressions. Of course he found her attractive. What straight 23 year old male with raging hormones and limited outlets for them wouldn't?

Still, he felt he had to at least protest somehow. "What? No! I mean, I'm not saying you're... what kind of question is that anyway? It feels... inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?" She smirked. "No, 'inappropriate' would be taking a young woman's undergarments without permission for your sexual gratification. I'm just asking you a simple question so we can move forward and perhaps get to the reasons why you did it."

"Then shouldn't you ask me actual psychological questions or something?" Jim snapped. "Look, I know what I did was wrong, okay? And it's not like I haven't been punished enough already. My girlfriend dumped me, the whole school thinks I'm some perverted creep, my parents probably wanna disown me, and to top it off I'm forced to sit here and talk about the most humiliating experience of my life with a..." Jim managed to stop before blurting anything to further embarrass himself, instead finishing, "... with you."

"And why do you find it so humiliating to discuss this with me, Jim?"

Jim leaned forward, resting his face in his palms, trying to hide. "Because! I mean, I gotta talk about... about sex stuff... about how I'm a creepy, perverted panty sniffer and..."

"I don't think you're creepy or perverted, Jim. What you did was wrong, yes. But the fetish itself is very natural. And quite common."

"I don't have a fetish," Jim objected, "I just was... curious."

"I'm sure you were. Except we both know this wasn't the first time you've done this."

Jim looked up, shocked. While her eyes fixed on him intently, there was no accusation in them. Certainly not the look of shocked outrage Mia's roommate had when she had returned to find him standing there with her panties held to his nose and an obvious bulge in his gym shorts. Nor the look of anger and resentment Mia herself had given as she yelled and cursed and told him she never wanted to see his "sick fucking ass" ever again.

And it certainly wasn't even close to the look of disappointment in his parents' eyes as they sat in silence with him outside the dean's office, waiting to negotiate what it would take to keep their degenerate son from being kicked off campus.

Jim saw none of this in Dr. Klemenski's eyes. Instead, he saw empathy. Kindness. And a hint of what he could only interpret as mischief, as if she found the situation amusing.

His answer slipped from his lips before he even realized it. "No. No, I um... I've done it before."

"Let me guess: Your girlfriend's, right? She didn't know, did she?"

Jim's eyes bulged. "How did you...? How do you know?"

Judy shrugged. "It's really not that hard to piece together. So how long were you two seeing each other before this?"

"Um, about three months."

"I'm assuming you were sexually active."

"Yes." Jim considered adding "Although not as often as I'd like," but thought better of it.

Again the doctor seemed to pick up on his unspoken thoughts. "So she wasn't meeting your needs in bed; is that what sparked the interest in her roommate?"

Jim sighed. "It... wasn't like that. I mean okay, I wished our sex life was a little more... spicy. And yeah, I thought her roommate was hot. But I wasn't looking to cheat or anything. I just was... curious."

"You said that before. Curious as to what, exactly?"

Jim couldn't believe how impassive her voice was, like she was asking him to explain why he preferred chocolate over vanilla. "Do you need to make me say it or something? I'd think the answer would be obvious."

"Of course it's obvious," she agreed. "But still, I find we make better progress when we can just speak plainly and get everything out in the open."

"Fine," Jim huffed. "I was curious what her pussy smelled like. I wanted to sniff her panties, to hold something that had been right up against her pussy to my nose and imagine what smelling and tasting her for real would be like. There, happy now?"

"This isn't about my happiness, Jim," the doctor responded. "This is about you being honest with yourself about your urges and learning how to handle them properly."

"Properly?" Jim scoffed. "And how exactly does one handle their urge to sniff a woman's panties 'properly?' It's not like you can just ask!"

"Why not?"

"Because!" Jim's voice cracked in his throat. "You can't just ask a girl if you can sniff her panties! They'll think you're a freak show!"

"Did you ever try?" Doctor Klemenski asked. "You were having sex with your girlfriend, yet you were never open enough with her to tell her about your enjoying her scent? Never confessed to her how much it turned you on while you were going down on her? Never peeled her wet panties off her and brought them to your nose and let her watch how much her scent pleased you?"

Jim squirmed in his seat, trying to hide his body's reaction to the steamy escalation of the discussion. "No, I never... I thought... I was afraid she'd think it was... weird."

"Not all women would find it weird, Jim. In fact, many would find it just as much a turn on as you do."

"Ha!" Jim scoffed. "No woman I've ever met!"

The doctor looked at him intently. "But again, you never asked, did you?"

Jim flushed red, opened his mouth to respond. Closed it. Then finally managed to respond, "No."

"So, just do it then."

Jim looked at her, confused. "Do what?"

"Just ask."

"Just ask who?"

"Just ask me."

Jim was flabbergasted. "I don't understand. Is this some kind of test to see if I'll ask you something inappropriate?"

"It's not inappropriate if I've given you permission to ask, Jim."

Jim sat silent, unable to process what was happening. He felt like he was in a movie, the kind you could only find on Adults Only websites. Maybe he'd been watching too much porn and could no longer distinguish reality from fantasy.

There was only one way to find out, he supposed. Still, it took every ounce of courage he could muster. "Okay, then. Can I... would you let me... smell your panties?"

"Sure."

Movie? No, this must be a dream. A delusional fever dream. One that, as she stood and faced him with a knowing smile, he did not want to wake from.

His eyes never once left her, his brain storing every image:

Her long, shapely legs. The crinkle of the cloth as she raised her skirt, just high enough to tease without revealing anything. The motion of her hips as she slowly shimmied out of what appeared to be delicate, white lace panties. The way they bunched up as they rolled down her shapely thighs, then dropped to her ankles. He could clearly see the wet spot on the gusset.

With a nimble twist of her feet, she freed the panties and kicked them up, catching them deftly midair.

Jim sat, dazed and slackjawed, as she closed the short distance between them, dangling the panties from her fingers, pausing with the fragrant garment just millimeters from his face. Her scent was already strong, making Jim's heart throb in time with his aching cock.