Dr. White's Code of Sluts Ch. 03 Pt. 03

Her lower half was somehow equally impressive. Wearing a pair of matching dark pants that clung to her long, firm legs, he was able to admire her juicy, perfectly shaped rear-end as she led him into the room. The dark material clung to the firm, smooth cheeks, highlighting their immaculate shape while pulling in ever-so-slightly in the middle to give a perfect hint of her ass crack. She swayed her hips ever so slightly as she walked, drawing his eyes to her ass as she moved. And the high heels on her feet only made her ass stand out more.

It was shocking how attractive this woman was. She was dressed professionally, but her body couldn't be denied. She seemed friendly and welcoming enough, but he was in such a state that a small thrill went through him at the sight of her. He'd been able to withstand being around attractive women since his rehabilitation, but there was something beyond her pure attractiveness that was affecting him so strongly. Something that resonated with her that didn't with a lot of the women he came across. The answer might not have hit him so quickly even a few weeks earlier, but given his recent behavior, the solution hit him fast.

She was a MILF.

Not the standard porn MILF, as they were mostly older than this Dr. White. She was one of those younger hot moms. Slim waist, her body fit and taut in a manner only a younger women could be, with curves where they counted like only a MILF could possess. This woman had taken part in some baby-making, no doubt. He had no way to confirm this, but deep in his soul he just knew.

Through his exhaustion, he was now slightly on edge.

Eyeing her as she led him into the room, he only looked away when she turned back to face him, pointing at an office chair across from hers. Both sitting down at the same time, she smiled warmly at him.

"It's nice to finally meet you, Chad!" she said, her smile stunning. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Uh... hopefully good things," he replied with a half-smile. She nodded in response.

"I confess I've done a lot of research about you," she began. "And your other teammates I met, of course. But your story definitely stood out."

"Why's that?"

"Someone who recognized some personal bad habits and did some self-examination, sought treatment, and did the work to improve themselves... that's a therapist's MO." Dr. White replied with a grin. She shifted in her seat, this small movement making her heavy breasts wobble. Shaking his head and looking away, a wave of impatience filled him.

"So, what's this about?" he asked, strumming his fingers on the arm of the chair, not meeting her eyeline, examining the room. It was a small office. To his left was a desk where the office's normal occupant usually worked, some local football coach. Behind it was a bookshelf lined with binders. The walls were decorated with football paraphernalia, as well as a few photos of the guy's family. But Dr. White wasn't sitting behind the desk, choosing to sit across from him, leaving no obstacles between them.

"The team brought me in to talk to you and your fellow rookies," she began, settling back into her comfy chair. "They just wanted me to give you guys a quick rundown of some of the dangers you might encounter. It's a pretty standard lecture, nothing to worry about," she said, attempting to soothe the clearly nervous young athlete.

The main thrust of their discussion covered ground that Chad had heard all about before. It was as if she was reciting some seminar that all those other advisors used as a reference. The dangers of sudden wealth, warnings of people that will come out of the woodwork to ask something of him. Warnings about how to deal with the fame, how to reckon with social media, etc. He'd been present for multiple seminars like this over the years, so Chad found himself rather bored by it for the most part, the only salvation being the attractive woman giving the lecture. He kept stealing glances at her body, specifically her chest, and he kept beating himself up over that fact. He'd been alone, cooped up, frustrated and horny, and it was manifesting itself in ways he should know better than. It was only when the conversation went in a new direction that he was able to pay attention to what she was saying.

"So..." Dr. White began, pausing, about to change the subject. "I don't know if you know this about me, but my background isn't just normal therapy. It's in sex therapy." Chad's breath caught in his throat. Staring into his scared eyes, her own gaze twinkling in amusement ever so slightly, she continued. "I'm sure everything I've already mentioned is stuff you've heard before. But in this specific field... that's where I can give young men like you some real wisdom."

"What do you mean?" he croaked out.

"I, more than anyone, know EXACTLY what you're going through," she stated, looking straight into his eyes, and for a moment, it felt like she was reading his innermost thoughts like a book. He shifted in his seat, looking away from her. "I've dealt with young men just like you before, and reading about what you've been through these last few years... it all but confirms it."

"A guy your age, of your status, of your level of... appeal..." she paused, giving him the most subtle of smirks, so imperceptible that he wondered if he even saw it correctly. "I could have told you that sex would come easy to you even before reading all those lovely glowing articles." Chad gulped to himself.

Even though he was proud of overcoming his vices... he didn't always love describing these details to people he didn't know. He practically had to be dragged into the interviews for those articles she was referring to, but Jeanie and the members of his rehab program always insisted. Even though he eventually would agree to these interviews, there were awkward moments. During one of them, Jeanie and some of his management team were talking to the author of the big article they were putting together that was highlighting his recovery and the program who'd helped him achieve it. Led outside to take some pictures of him tossing the football around casually, he remembered the photographer, this good-looking middle-aged woman, urging him to take off his shirt, as it would play better for the pictures. Not questioning it, he did just that, only for the attractive older woman to tell him, "That's perfect!" before even raising the camera, eyeing the sight being presented to her appreciatively for a few long moments before posing him for her pictures. He hadn't thought twice about that moment until now... wait, was there something going on there that he was only now aware of? No, couldn't be.

Shaking himself out of his memories, he listened to the doctor as she continued speaking.

"I'm familiar with the program you signed up with to rehab yourself, and by all accounts, they do very good work," she began. "But I fear there is one aspect of it that they perhaps mishandle, and that's the sexual aspect of it. I look at you, after reading all these stories, and I fear they've instilled a great shame about your sexual history, one I feel is unwarranted." Chad gulped deeply, a nervous sweat forming on his brow.

"What do you mean?" he asked again.

"These faith-based rehabilitation programs are great for many things. They provide a set structure and guidance when someone like you is adrift," she began. "But some churches have a very limited view on matters of sex. Because in my experience... sex is a wonderful thing! Sex is something biologically encoded within us... Everyone wants it. Most will have it at some point in their lives. It's a great equalizer. So, to put shackles on that, and to force someone to feel shame for not only having had sex, but for wanting more sex... to me, that is foolhardy. It's like shaming people for breathing too much. This is something everyone wants... why shame them for that? It is not a point of regret to have had sex, Chad. Trust me, no one who looks like you should be shocked by that fact!" she added with a laugh.

"I... it's, uh... it's not that I feel ashamed by it," Chad began. "It's just... I was living life with a lack of discipline." He recalled that wording being used to describe him, and he was reciting it to the doctor. She seemed unimpressed, as if she could feel him reading from the literature the program had given him.

"Chad... you shouldn't feel ashamed for following your biological imperative. You had sex! Big deal! We've all done it! I've had sex too! It's not something to be ashamed of." Dr. White stated. Chad's mind flooded with images of this hot doctor naked in bed, going at it with some faceless dude with vigor and passion. He shook his head to clear these images from his mind as she continued speaking. "Being in your absolute prime, with girls throwing themselves at you... no one can really blame you for indulging yourself in their charms," Dr. White explained. "And anyone that does try to shame you would trade places with you in a second. Don't beat yourself up over it, or for still having desires." Chad looked away nervously.

"I guess I don't see what you're fully getting at," he replied. "I'm married now, so I'm not looking to repeat all that." She held up her hands to stop him in his tracks.

"That's not what I'm saying at all," she replied. "This rehab program you took part in did a lot of great things, but they instilled a fear of sex that can be truly damaging, especially for someone in your position." She paused before continuing. "In my experience, trying to deny your sexual urges is the most dangerous approach possible. Look at it this way... if you just lock the door and turn away... you won't recognize the danger. And plus... that danger will seek other ways to get to you. But if you answer the door to stare down what you try to deny, and you send it away... then you've confronted it. You recognize it. You know what to look for if it tries again in a different way. The church... the program... even your wife... they will all try to shut you off from any temptations that might lead you astray. But you need to develop your defenses... strengthen your immune system against sexual temptation if you hope to endure the life you're about to lead."

"You need to face facts, Chad. You're a handsome, athletic, rich young man, who by all accounts will have a life of great success. For the rest of your life, if you're ever in a room with a woman, that woman will probably want to have sex with you," Dr. White explained bluntly, and for a moment Chad wondered if she was implying that she herself was included in that mix. She held his gaze for a moment before pushing forwards. "Women will be doing their best to get to you. And you need to reckon with that fact as opposed to running from it, you need to make peace with your sexual nature, your desires, so you can live a happy, healthy life with your wife. If you don't, it upsets the balance within you. In my experience, the more you try to deny your desires, the more they will take hold of you. The more they will seek you out. And if you learn anything from our talk today, this is it. Let yourself think about sex. Let your mind drift to your desires. Accept your sexual side instead of trying to deny it. Only then can you make peace with it."

Chad took it all in. It made a twisted sort of sense. The program had tried to instill a sense of regret and shame for all the sex he'd taken part of. It did make sense to just accept and recognize it instead of trying to deny its existence. In an otherwise generic discussion, this lesson did indeed hit home.

"Okay," he replied genuinely, with a nod. Dr. White checked her watch, seeing how much time had passed.

"Oh!" she replied, surprised.

"Time's up?" he asked, eager to be done and out of here.

"Looks like it, haha," she replied, starting to stand, causing him to do the same. But as she did, one last thought hit her. "Oh yeah, one more thing. With all that being said about sex and accepting your desires, there are exceptions. I'm sure you're aware, and it probably doesn't even need to be said, but you might want to keep your distance from MILFs." She said this with a relaxed smile, as if this last piece of advice was obvious, but it hit Chad in the heart, stopping him in his tracks, his smile dying as his face suddenly wore a mask of fear.

"What do you mean?" he asked nervously, settling back into his seat.

"Oh, I just mean that when we're talking about women, I'm just talking about women your own age. Older women are a far different matter, a whole different animal. The same rules don't apply," she explained with a relaxed grin, as if this was well-known information. But seeing the fearful look on Chad's face made her stop in her tracks and sit back down in her seat. Taking a small, heavy pause, she continued. "You do know this, right, Chad?" Nervously, he shook his head. "Oh... okay... well... let's just say, every lesson I've imparted about how to embrace your desires and your sexuality... you might want to do the opposite in regard to older women."

"What do you mean?' Chad croaked out.

"I'm surprised that you don't know about it, because in my work... young men hooking up with older women, or MILFs, as you probably hear them referred to... it's easily the most popular fetish there is, and I've watched it grow more popular over the years," Dr. White explained. "I've seen a lot of promising, intelligent, handsome young men who've easily weathered the desires of their female peers only to finally get led astray by MILFs. I've seen the brightest, top-end young men who could have any girl they wanted end up going down the path that leads them to MILFs... and they never come back from that. Either they've done it all and are looking for the next challenge..." Chad gulped at this. "Or it starts small, a seed of desire... and they let the thought fester in their mind for so long they become obsessed..." Chad looked away, this explanation applying to him as well. "I can't fully explain it, but young men in their prime and sexy older women seem to fit together uncommonly well. As soon as they come together... you really can't get them apart. Some of you younger guys are just obsessed! The normal rules don't apply to MILFs. If you lock the door, they'll just kick it down. If you open the door to confront them, to tell them to stop, they'll just convince you to surrender to them. You can't run from it. You can't fight it. Your best bet is to just stay away."

Chad was taken aback. She made it sound like he was infected with some incurable affliction, and that he himself had let it into his system the first time he'd fantasized about older women. An affliction that had only further taken root during his flirtation with Professor Albright, and now rose back to the surface after being gifted that MILF porn subscription. There was a poison within his veins that had changed him, and Dr. White made it sound like the damage was irreparable.

"I can't explain it," she said, exhaling and sitting back, shaking her head. "I mean, I've had a baby, so technically, I'm a MILF too. But I still can't fully define it, and I should know more than anyone." Chad's mind suddenly flashed to images of the hot doctor occupying the role of some of the porno MILFs on that website he'd been obsessed with and... fuck... she fit right in. His cock jumped in his pants, and he tried to pivot in his seat to hide it. Luckily, Dr. White was too busy thinking it all over to notice his current predicament. "It just keeps happening again and again and again. The ones that want it... they get it. And the ones that try to deny it... it comes to them as well. It always ends in MILF sex. It's crazy, but there has to be something there, because like I said before... the men that choose MILFs... they never come back from it. Nothing could ever compare. But luckily for you, it sounded like your poison was girls your own age, so..." Dr. White paused as she spoke, seeing the young athlete withdrawing into himself the more she kept speaking. It didn't take an expert to read his thoughts.

"You..." Dr. White began, pausing in recognition. "I assume MILFs aren't exactly a foreign subject to you, then?" Chad nodded his head, confirming her suspicion.

"I... I opened the door," he replied, using her phrasing. "When I was younger, I came across MILFs, you know... online... in porn..." he clarified. She nodded in understanding.

"Did fantasy ever become reality?" Dr. White tentatively asked.

"No... it came close though. I almost hooked up with one of my professors in college," Chad admitted out loud for the first time. Dr. White's eyes blazed with interest.

"Please... tell me everything," she asked him eagerly.

Chad exhaled, sat back and fessed up, exposing that part of his history to another person for the first time. He went over the flirtation between them, the date, and the aftermath. He detailed how close of a call it was to him getting Professor Albright naked for him, and why fate worked against them. He also detailed the text she sent months prior reaching out to him again, still clearly interested in sex with the now even more famous young athlete. He went over how that missed opportunity stuck with him far more than some of the girls he had gone all the way with.

"So, you feel like if you did have sex with this older woman back then, you would have just... gotten it all out of our system?" Dr. White asked.

"I think so," Chad admitted. "It was just one of those nagging things, an experience I came so close to having but just missed out on. Coming so close just makes it a little harder to take, you know?"

Dr. White jotted a few notes before responding.

"Well, if it makes you feel better, whether or not you went through with it probably wouldn't have made a difference in terms of this desire you feel," Dr. White stated, not looking up at him, assuaging his regrets as she continued writing. "If anything, you made the right call. Because I expect that in the alternate universe where you did go through with it, you would probably be in bed with her right now, fucking her brains out."

The thought of such a thing sent a lightning jolt of excitement through the hunky athlete, his cock jumping in his pants. His mind flashed with an image of him and Professor Albright in bed together, naked, skin sliding on skin, her body completely exposed to him... his dick was throbbing at the idea of it.

"Because clearly, this almost-encounter left its mark," she replied with a warm knowing smile, and for a moment Chad wondered if she could see his erection from across the room. "Because you speak of her so reverentially, even though she was clearly violating your school's ethics code to even flirt with the idea of having sex with you! But that doesn't seem to bother you..." Chad laughed.

"Yeah, I never really thought about that," he admitted.

"But I assume that's it, which is good," Dr. White began. "You moved past that missed encounter. I read that you met someone and just got married. Congratulations! So, I think if all the MILF stuff is contained to that moment years prior, you should be as in-the-clear as possible."

"Well..." he began, looking away, ashamed. She looked at him pointedly. "A few weeks ago, this porn website... 'Sisters of Sin'... they reached out to me to congratulate me for getting drafted number one, and they offered me free lifetime membership to one of their websites. If it was normal circumstances, I would have blown it off. But I was here at camp, away from Jeanie... I was weak. I took the offer, and the site they gave me access to... it was all MILF stuff."

"Oh dear..." Dr. White said, her smile disappearing.

"So... it's been back on top of my mind lately..." Chad admitted. "I mean, I hadn't even thought of Professor Albright all that much since I'd gone to rehab, other than her text, but with that site... it kinda stirred it all back up."