Head Space (1st, FF, oral)
by DemonBound

Foreward: Okay, so I tried to write erotica instead
of my usual porn-rotica.  I put it in the festival, and 
no one even mentioned it, so it's sort of a failure
but it's my failure.  I decided to archive it with my
other stories.  What the hell, some one might like 
it some time.

Warning, this story has explicit lesbian sex in it.
If you are a kid, a nut, or a fundamentalist, or 
just offended by sex stories
DO NOT READ IT

Note: This story was written for the Sapphic Erotica 
Festival 2002, hosted by alt.sex.stories.moderated
in honor of the Greek poet Sappho, who wrote  poetry 
about woman to woman love.  I've read some of the 
few remaining fragments of her work, little of which 
has withstood the destruction of entropy, but I like 
what I read so I decided to try my hand at this, 
though in prose because I am definitely not a poet.  
My stories are usually more hardcore, involving cum 
and tentacles, but this one is to honor a woman who 
was into romance, and wrote about sending her young 
lovers off to get married to men, so I tried for 
something a bit more, not romantic I suppose, but 
tender.  Hell, for me, this story almost had no sex 
in it, let alone tentacles.  Its an experiment which 
I hope you'll enjoy, but is not typical of my work.

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begin story 

Dr. Sally Hendersen, Manager of Physical 
Psychotherapy for Mining Station #347, passed the 
time until her next appointment by reading up on the 
latest professional journals from Earth. It had been 
10 years since she'd left school to become a 
practicing physical psychotherapist, so it was very 
important that she keep up with the latest 
developments in her field. Her intercom chimed and 
the deep masculine voice of her administrative 
assistant said, 'Doctor, your 14:30 appointment is 
here'.

Sally put her finger near the control sensor, 
"Alright, send her in." She sighed.  This one would 
be tricky, but company regulations, not to mention 
interplanetary law, were quite specific.  That was 
why she was the station department head, though, 
because she could handle the difficult cases.

Her patient walked in.  Fresh from Earth, Molly 
Ferguson was an Assay Technician, who's job was to 
regulate the separation of materials coming out of 
the focal point of the solar smelter to make sure 
they met company standards of purity, which were 
higher than interplanetary law required, Sally 
thought with a bit of pride.  

Molly was one of the few women who applied for 
positions in space.  There had been a cultural shift 
on Earth in the last generation, women once more 
accepted limited options in career choice because 
some jobs were not thought to be 'feminine', 
asteroid mining definitely being one of them.  
Sally's own department, at the other extreme, was 
thought of as a female job, which was why it was so 
hard to find men to fill the required positions, in 
fact Sally's last male Physical Psychotherapist had 
just left last month.  This was why Molly Ferguson's 
case was a bit tricky, and why Sally had decided to 
handle it herself.

Molly was a petite brunette with a pageboy haircut 
of almost the maximum allowed length (it had to fit 
easily and quickly into a vacuum helmet in case of 
emergency).  Her heart shaped face was framed by two 
longer locks which curled down to the angle of her 
jaw.  She had big brown eyes a small straight nose 
and a small yet full lipped mouth.  What could be 
seen of her figure through her plain tan light duty 
worksuit (which could form a vacuum suit with the 
addition of a helmet and gloves) was slender and 
willowy, actually the preferred build in a spacer, 
where physical compactness and lithe agility were 
far more important than muscularity.

'Good', thought Sally, 'she's physically attractive, 
that'll make it a little easier anyway.'  Not that 
ugliness would have prevented her from doing her 
job, space miners weren't selected for physical 
beauty after all, they had to be smart, they had to 
able to fit into standard vacuum suits, and they had 
to be psychologically well adjusted enough to work 
closely with a small group of people in relative 
isolation.  If they had some unique skills even some 
those requirements might be waived or modified.  So 
Sally always tried to see the inner being, and 
usually found something to like in all her patients, 
though it was sometimes difficult.  It was a little 
easier if she found them physically attractive 
though, and she liked Molly Ferguson's looks very 
well.

No, Molly's problem wasn't looks, it was her psych 
profile.  According to her files, she had always 
gone to male physical psychotherapists since 
puberty, this of course was allowed by law, and on 
Earth there was a high enough population base that 
finding a male therapist wasn't difficult.  But on 
Mining Station #347, the one area that did have a 
lot of women was physical psychotherapy, and by some 
bad luck, that's *all* they had right now.  And 
company regulation required regular therapy sessions 
to maintain social integration so that isolation 
sickness didn't set in.  It was the law, and it made 
good sense too, but Molly was going to have a 
problem with it.

"Ms. Ferguson, please come in and have a seat." 

Sally gestured to one of the lightly padded frames 
that passed for chairs in the very light gravity of 
Mining Station #347.  The gravity lens field that 
gave the station more than micro gravity could only 
do so much with the slight mass of the asteroid to 
which it was anchored.  While there was enough to 
prevent muscle atrophy and bone degeneration, it was 
still so light that all one needed in a chair was 
basically an anchoring frame with enough padding to 
prevent hurting yourself if you banged into it

"Thank you Dr. Hendersen."

"Please call me Sally, and may I call you Molly?"

"Of course, doctor."

Sally sighed.  The poor girl was obviously very 
nervous, shifting in her frame and frowning 
slightly.  Sally got up and bounced around her desk, 
to lessen the psychological distance between them 
and create a more casual atmosphere.  She perched on 
the edge of her desk and let Molly get used to her 
being close and to take in Sally's appearance.

Sally was 34 years old, a full figured blonde with 
blue eyes.  Her appearance was remarkable on a 
asteroid station, because her hair was much longer 
than regulations normally allowed.  She'd had to 
prove she could get it bound up and close to her 
head in less than 30 seconds even in wind tunnel 
like conditions in order to get the special waiver 
needed.  But it meant that she could and did have an 
amazing mass of luxurious blond curls floating in an 
almost angelic cloud around her oval face.  Her blue 
eyes had smile crinkles in the corners and her 
upturned nose made her look a lot younger than she 
was.  She wished her lips were a little fuller, but 
her mouth was wide, and friendly and her face showed 
that she smiled more than she frowned.  (Although 
she deliberately emphasized those qualities, as her 
job required, she really was a friendly, happy, 
often humorous person.)  Also her station suit was 
non-standard, although it could indeed be sealed to 
make a vacuum suit, it had a custom throat closure 
and was skin tight.  There was a flap that could be 
sealed to allow attachment of a helmet, but that 
when open showed a generous cleavage, only enhanced 
by the light gravity.  The suit was a cheery light 
blue and clung enticingly to her trim waist and 
generous hips.  Her hips were a little wider than 
the current fashion on Earth, but Sally thought it 
just gave her an Earth-Mother look, that she used 
effectively to build rapport with her patients.  She 
also wore a pair of small gold framed oval glasses 
to give her an little more intellectual authority.  
Of course her vision was perfect, as required by 
company regulations, but like most scholars and 
computer people, she wore glasses that incorporated 
heads up data interface technology.  Besides, they 
gave her a good prop and something to do with her 
hand, which she'd used to have problems with when 
she was younger.

"Relax, Molly, I just want you to know that nothing 
is going to happen that you don't want to have 
happen."

Sally let that hang in the air between them, waiting 
for Molly to digest that, waiting for her to decide 
how she wanted to react to it.

"I...I heard that this station doesn't currently 
have any male therapists."

"Yes, Molly, that is unfortunately true."

"I , well, I was hoping I could get a waiver...."

Sally smiled kindly at Molly, "I'm sorry Molly, but 
these regulations are some of the very few that 
cannot be waived, at least in space."

She continued, "In a small, isolated social group 
like a mining station, it is important that a person 
not be allowed to retreat from humanity.  The 
regulations are designed to prevent that.  I'm sure 
you know they require that everyone spend a minimum 
of a half hour per week with a physical 
psychotherapist and that therapist has to certify 
that you are reasonably stable and able to interact 
successful with others without depression, or 
anxiety."

"Yes Doctor..."

"Please, call me Sally."

"...Sally, I know, but...", Molly looked down shyly, 
and continued in almost a whisper, "I-I've never 
been with a woman."

Sally smiled gently, "I thought as much from your 
file, all your therapists have been men."

Molly looked up at the older woman from beneath her 
bangs, looking very young and earnest, "Bruce, my 
last therapist, told me I should try going to a 
female therapist before I left Earth, that most of 
the therapists off Earth were women and I might not 
have access to a male therapist on any given 
assignment, but..."

Molly turned her face up to Sally, " But I just 
couldn't!  I tried! I did...but I well, I made an 
appointment, but I never showed up.  Then it was too 
late, my ship lifted and I still hadn't, you know, 
done it...with a woman."

Sally frowned a little, mostly for show.  It seemed 
a long time to her since she had been 18 and so 
worried about everything.  She knew it was difficult 
for Molly, her psych profile indicated that her self 
image was aggressively heterosexual, and Sally 
wasn't surprised she'd never even experimented with 
another woman.  The girl was so eager to do a good 
job, to do the right thing, but was obviously scared 
to death.  Sally thought if she just reached out and 
touched her, Molly would faint.

"Molly, its ok, we'll get you through this.  Now 
I've set aside the next two hours just to get to 
know you.  I want you to relax.  Contrary to what 
you might think , physical psychotherapy isn't about 
all about sex."

"It isn't?  But I thought..."

Sally laughed, delighted, "Didn't you ever do 
anything more than have sex with your therapists?"

"Well, but well...yes, but I thought it was just..."

Sally laughed again, and Molly got mad, with a 
petulant look on her face she said, "It's not funny! 
Matt and I went to museums and everything.  And 
Bruce took me to the movies--twice!  They were my 
friends!"

Sally sobered, "Of course they were, I didn't mean 
to laugh.  But you know they were paid, right?  
Their job was to be your friend, they were--and are-
-your friends, Matt in particular says some very 
nice things about you in your file, which I'll let 
you read if you like, but their job is to help you 
stay connected on an emotional level with the rest 
of humanity.  Sex is just the base of what physical 
psychotherapy is about.  What it's really about is 
your emotional connection to your fellow human 
beings.  There was a time when if you could hold a 
job and pay your bills, no one cared if you were 
happy.  If you were depressed, if you were lonely, 
if you felt alienated from all other people, but you 
weren't a drain on the state, you were considered 
fine.  But that changed.  Not everything in our 
society is better now, but I think this is.  It was 
realized that we couldn't afford to abandon people 
who didn't quite fit, and the most basic of human 
drives, and the primary connector of one person to 
another, is sex, even if it is only sexual tension, 
as in the usually non-physical relationship between 
mothers and sons, or fathers and daughters.  So the 
field of physical psychotherapy was born.  Caring, 
nurturing people with high empathy are carefully 
trained to make sure their patients can connect with 
other people, and they do it primarily through sex.  
In extreme cases, they might even become someone's 
only real connection with other people.  Now your 
case isn't anywhere near that, your file indicates 
you make friend reasonably easily, even if you are a 
bit...shall we say...firm, in some of your ideas and 
you resist social pressure, but you've had several 
male lovers, and there is something to be said for 
not giving in to every social pressure.  A certain 
number of confirmed individualists is health in a 
society, as long as it doesn't turn into dysfunction 
or aggression."

Sally stopped for a minute, she walked over to 
another frame near Molly's and adjusted its 
attachment to the floor so that it faced the girl 
and when Sally sat in it, was within touching 
distance.  Molly looked on with an unhappy face, her 
hands clenched in her lap, looking very small and 
very young.  Sally sat down again, facing the girl.

"But we have a bit of a problem here.  Station 357 
doesn't have any male  therapists right now, which 
means you are going to have to work with a female 
therapist.  Now I deliberately took your case myself 
because I am the most experienced therapist we have 
on the station, but if you find me off putting, or 
just not physically pleasing, well, we can get you 
someone else.  Don't worry about offending me, 
either, we therapists are trained to deal with just 
this kind of thing, and if you need a different 
therapist, we can do that.  But she'll also be 
female, there just isn't any way around that, unless 
you chose to go back to Earth."

Molly smiled worriedly, "No...Sally...it isn't that, 
you look very nice."  Here Molly sort of scanned the 
doctor visually, her eyes drawn to the bulging 
cleavage, the wide hips, the beautiful, intelligent, 
concerned face, then down to Sally's crotch, and the 
vee formed by her legs in the skin tight vacc suit, 
and then down to her own clenched hands in her lap 
as she blushed in embarrassment.

"It's just...I'm not that way...I like you, I guess, 
but...just not that way."

Sally smiled, "Two things, one is that sometimes in 
life you have to do things, make choices, we don't 
want to do, but we do them because they let us do 
something else we want to.  You know that already, 
your school records show you study hard and do well 
even in classes you didn't enjoy.  This is one of 
those things.  You could refuse to see a therapist, 
and return to Earth, but if you do, you'll probably 
never get a position off Earth again.  So even if 
you find it, find me, distasteful, you may want to 
force yourself to at least try it.  You owe it to 
yourself to try to hold on to your position.  Then 
if you truly do just find it unbearable, there is a 
whole world of possible careers on Earth, and a 
bright girl like yourself can still live a rewarding 
life never again leaving the mother world."

Sally straightened, deliberately posing for the 
girl, "The other thing is that it is alright for you 
to look at me.  Stare if you like, I'll even strip 
for you if you want.  But don't feel embarrassed 
about wanting to look.  I dress this way just *for* 
you to look.  So if you want to 'check me out' do 
it. Okay?"

Sally put one hand behind her head, arched her back, 
and put one leg up on the other in a classic 'cheese 
cake' pose, like those old pin ups from world war 
II, more than 200 years in the past, but still very 
popular, and pursed her lips in a mock kiss.  At 
that Molly laughed, which was exactly what Sally was 
hoping she'd do.

"There...see...that wasn't so bad.  Now, tell me a 
little bit about yourself.  I've read your file, but 
that doesn't really replace conversation for getting 
to know someone."

Molly smiled back at Sally and visibly relaxed a 
bit, still looking her over curiously, and still 
trying to do it surreptitiously, but at least a 
little more at easy.

"Well, I'm an Assay Technician, and..."

Sally broke in, "Why did you decide on that job?" 

"Uh...I guess because its in Engineering, a foot in 
the door anyway, and I want to...you 
know...uh...build stuff."

"Didn't you get teased about it when you were in 
school?"

"Well, yes, but...but I really want to do it, and 
they were just...jealous or something.  I actually 
punched this girl once when she wouldn't leave me 
alone."

"Really! Remind me not to get you mad at me." Sally 
teased.

Molly blushed enchantingly, "I had to go to special 
counciling  every day for two weeks about that, and 
apologize to the girl.   She had to apologize to me 
too, for provoking me, and I had to explain why I 
got so mad I hit her.  It was really embarrassing."

"So tell me a little bit about your love life.  Have 
your lovers been supportive?"

Molly nodded, "Most of them.  I went out with a guy 
named Ethan for a while and he gave me grief, but I 
dumped him after only a couple of weeks.  My main 
steady, Edward, was very supportive.  We still write 
email everyday, even though I haven't seen him in a 
couple of years.  He works on a terraforming station 
on Mars now."

Over the course of the next forty minutes, Sally got 
molly to talk about her life and likes, the things 
she hated and the things she was passionate about.  
Of course Sally knew there was a lot more there, no 
one completely bares their soul to a therapist the 
first time they meet them.  But Sally was able to 
form a mental picture of the girl.  

Molly was tough, she had to be to be working a 
'man's' job, she was smart, confident, and 
competent.  She was also kinds and basically happy, 
not likely to be one of Sally's problem cases, 
though her sense of humor was underdeveloped, but 
that was typical for these serious tech and 
engineering types.  Sally also thought that she 
could ease Molly through her first sexual encounter 
with a woman, the girl was mostly just nervous about 
trying something new in so personal an area.  
Molly's file had indicated that she was rarely 
experimental sexually, that her therapists had 
always had to take the initiative to get her to try 
new things, and there was a special note that 
indicated she was dangerously intolerant of fetish 
scenarios, so Sally's line of very funny scat jokes 
was right out.  Now it was time to try move to the 
next stage.

"Okay Molly, I'd like to try something here.  Just 
as an ice breaker.  Have you been in the low gravity 
shower yet?"

"No, not yet, the regulations for using make it kind 
of a pain, I've just been doing sponge baths so 
far."

"Well, it is a lot of fun.  You just will be amazed 
at what the water does in low gravity.  Lets give it 
a try, okay?"

Molly tensed up a bit, but she was a good girl, and 
she knew she was going to have to do something to be 
able to keep her job on the station.

"S-sure, Sally" she tried to look brave and 
adventurous, but only managed to look nervous and 
scared though determined, "lets do it." She blushed 
as she realized the double entendre, but smiled back 
tensely.  

Sally pretended to be fooled.

The two women left the office and headed to the 
recreation section.  Showers were definitely not for 
getting clean, and definitely not for everyday use.  
People had actually died in showers by accidentally 
aspirating water in the low gravity.  But water was 
fun, and evoked something in the human psyche that 
seemed to be important, so even the budget conscious  
company included money and resources for the low-g 
showers.

As the two women walked, mostly glided actually, 
down the station corridors, they passed many of the 
other station personnel, 96 percent of whom were 
male.  Men waved to Sally and called greetings, a 
few just whistled appreciatively as she passed, one 
or two actually stopped them to chat over this or 
that.  Sally was used to it, but Molly seemed to 
fluctuate between amazement and irritation, not sure 
whether to be offended in defense of women, mad 
because little of it was directed her way, or 
impressed with how popular and  well liked her 
'date' was.

When they got to the recreation area, Sally logged 
on to confirm their reservation, and to make sure 
the time was credited to her departmental budget and 
not against Molly's entry level salary.

"Come on in here, Molly, I reserved a locker room 
next to the shower too."

Molly hesitantly trailed after the older woman, more 
than a little afraid of what was about to happen.  
But she bucked up, and forced herself to do what had 
to be done.  Sally just smiled and led the way.  
She'd made sure they had privacy, this was hard 
enough for the girl without an audience.  

Together they squeezed into the airlock leading into 
the shower area, Sally could have let them go 
through one at a time, since the lock was very tight 
for two together, but she used this as an excuse to 
touch Molly for the first time.  As they waited for 
the lock to cycle, they stood close enough to feel 
each others body heat, Sally had her hands resting 
comfortably on Molly's hips to steady her, their 
legs where actually intertwined, and she made sure 
her breasts brushed against molly's arm, but she 
made it all seem casual, nothing sexual, just two 
body's in a tight space.  Molly was tense, but not 
too tense, already having built up some minimal 
trust that Sally wasn't going to do anything 
horrible to her.  The lock cycled, and they moved, 
almost floated into the locker area.

Here was a moment of truth.  It was time to take off 
their suits so they could use the shower.

"Molly...wait a minute."

Molly had turned her back on the doctor and was 
preparing to pop the air seals on her utilitarian 
tan work suit.

"Yes, Doctor?"

Sally let the little slip go, correcting her to call 
her Sally would only make the girl more nervous.  
Besides, if Molly saw her as an authority figure, as 
one to be obeyed, it might make it easier for her to 
do what was required.

"I want to do an intimacy exercise.  You did those 
with your other therapists, right?"

Molly nodded, "Yes, we did a lot of them.  
Especially me and Ravi, he was my first therapist 
that I...that I ...well, he took my virginity." Then 
in a rush of words, as if confessing a crime, "I was 
fifteen, and all the other girls had already done 
it, and I wanted to but I was scared, and Ravi kept 
just letting me you know, *not*...but he insisted we 
do the exercises, touching kissing, massage...he 
wanted me to give him oral pleasure, but I 
couldn't...and he did it to me, kissed me down 
there, you know...so I...so I ...finally let him do 
it, and it didn't hurt at all even though I thought 
it would...and...well...you know..." She ran down 
suddenly, then looked at Sally as if she expected 
some kind of disapproval from Sally.

Sally just smiled gently at the girl.  Her file 
indicated that Ravi had tried for over a year before 
he was able to deflower Molly, and that he'd finally 
given her a heavy dose of painkillers and mood 
relaxers without her knowledge in order make sure 
she had a good first encounter.  He'd been so afraid 
that a bad first experience would injure the girl, 
he'd requested special consultations three times 
during that year and had several extra therapy 
sessions of his own.

"I...see." said Sally with a smile

"And did you ever...give him oral pleasure?"

"Uh, well...yes, and then I decided I really liked 
that." and of course she blushed again.

In fact, the file indicated that for nearly the next 
two years, she insisted on giving her therapist a 
blow job every therapy session.  Bruce, her last 
therapist, had put a note about those two movies 
they'd gone to, the first was an adventure movie, 
with lots of monsters and explosions, but the second 
had been a romance that Molly had picked out that 
had some rather explicit scenes, and that during one 
of the scenes, Molly had performed her most daring 
sexual act ever.  When the heroine in the move gave 
her lover a blowjob, Molly had done the same for 
Bruce.  Bruce had noted that the theater was 
darkened, but public and that she hadn't stopped 
even though a boy in the next row had noticed what 
was going on, and turned to watch.  Molly had 
finished anyway, then been so hot that Bruce had 
actually manually stimulated her to orgasm, kissing 
her to muffle her moans, still while the boy in the 
next row watched.  Sally didn't intend to show that 
part of the file to Molly, she'd let her reveal that 
herself in time.  And the exhibitionist tendency it 
showed might be a good way to broaden Molly's sexual 
horizon, but for today, it was enough to get through 
the shower. 

"All right, so what I want to do is for you to get 
used to seeing another naked woman, to actually 
looking.  In polite society it's considered rude to 
stare at another person in a locker room, you're 
expected to look away, and you expect others to give 
you that same illusion of privacy.  But for today, I 
want you to break that rule.  I want you to look at 
me, and I will look at you, and it won't be rude, it 
will be just an intimacy exercise your therapist 
makes you do, okay?"

Sally knew that Molly cared less than most people 
for social rule, social approval, but that didn't 
mean she just rejected society's standards. It made 
it easier to do something new and scary if she had 
social permission to do it, so Sally used her 
position of authority to give Molly permission to do 
something she needed and wanted to do, which was to 
fulfill her curiosity about a potential lover's 
body.

"Yes Do...ah, Sally.  What do you want me to do?"

"I'm going to take off my cloths, and I want you to 
watch, just watch, look at whatever you want, then 
I'm going to ask you to take off your cloths, and 
I'm going to watch you in return."

Molly nodded mutely.

Sally had thought about trying to turn it into a 
strip tease, but she'd decided that Molly needed 
this to be as casual as possible.  She did smile but 
otherwise she was very matter of fact as she opened 
the seals of her worksuit to reveal her body to 
Molly's blushing view.  She peeled the skin tight 
worksuit away from her upper body and her full 
breast sprang free of confinement.  They were a c 
cup or maybe a little more, though she'd had a 
little bio-sculpting to fill them out some, she 
hadn't wanted to go to the grotesque extremes that 
some women did.  She skinned her arms out of the top 
of the work suit and let it dangle behind her, and 
slowly turned a circle so with her upper body 
completely bare, letting Molly adjust.  

Molly looked on wide eyed.  Her eyes  at first going 
anywhere but to Sally.  Eventually, she did look 
though, and her curiosity got the better of her.  
She did look at Sally's breasts, but her eyes also 
noticed Sally's smooth arms with just a hint so sage 
due to age but also having some muscle from working 
out at the stations gym.  Her body was not hard and 
tight, like some athlete or body builder.  It was 
softer, rounder, more inviting, less intimidating, 
but it was also the body of someone who cared about 
appearance and health, more yoga than aerobics, but 
still very fit.  Molly saw that Sally's belly wasn't 
absolutely flat, but was smooth and the skin was 
unblemished, very white since spacers avoided 
radiation, including solar radiation like sunlight 
as if it were a plague, and it had a soft golden 
down, as did Sally's arms.  Molly looked again at 
Sally's breasts, full globes standing much higher 
than Earth gravity allowed, with inch wide areola 
and little stub nipples which were not presently 
erect.  Molly herself had never had any bio-
sculpting done, so there was just a trace of envy on 
her face as she looked at Sally's breasts, full and 
round and ever so slightly wall-eyed.

Sally let her look a little longer then, couldn't 
resist the urge to turn her backside to Molly and 
subtly wiggle her bottom just a little more than 
necessary to slid the tight suit over her hips, down 
her legs and off in a straight legged bend at the 
waist the gave Molly a quick glimpse of her pussy 
from behind.  Then she turned around and stood with 
her legs slightly apart, just letting Molly look, 
neither hiding her sex, nor making any attempt to 
draw attention to it, as she might have with a man.  

Sally noticed again, that while Molly did look at 
her carefully shaped and trimmed mound of pubic 
hair, and at her bare and slightly parted labia, she 
also took in the long legs, the slightly too wide 
hips and slightly saggy bottom that indicated Sally 
needed to cut back just a bit on pastries in her 
diet.  Molly also looked for a while at Sally's 
feet, neat and well formed, with high arches and log 
elegant toes, and at Sally's well formed calves.

In all, Sally was a blonde, blue eyed, beauty, sexy 
and sensual, without being intimidating.  Sally 
cultivated just exactly that look, and would have 
used bio-sculpture in a second to get it, and 
actually had augmented her breasts by a half a cup 
size or so, but exercise and diet were enough for 
the most part.  Even her imperfections were useful 
to put her patients at ease.  She was no video porn 
star, but she never had trouble arousing lust when 
she needed to.  Right now she was just standing, 
letting Molly look without pressure.  She slowly 
turned letting Molly see her from every angle.

"Is there any thing else you'd like to see Molly? Do 
you want me to turn, or maybe you want a closer 
look?"

"N-no, this is fine."

"All right then, its your turn."

Molly was a lot less casual about taking of her 
worksuit.  For one thing, the suit's standard seals 
were much less well designed for strip tease than 
Sally's custom designed suit.  Molly was extremely 
conscious of Sally's eyes on her, as she slowly 
broke the seals and pulled apart the upper section.  
Molly, fresh from Earth was actually lightly tanned, 
and showed some freckles on her body even though 
there were none on her face.  Sally noticed that 
there were no tan lines on Molly's upper body, yet 
another hint at a hidden exhibitionist tendency.  
Molly stopped, looking at Sally questioningly with 
parts of the fairly complex worksuit dangling 
forward and back behind her.

"Just a second, Molly, let me look at you."

Molly was thin, but not muscular, though she looked 
fit, and had the body of someone who perhaps 
frolicked at the beach more than she worked out.  
Her breasts were a b cup, pert, almost saucy, and 
long nippled.  Sally thought, 'I can't wait to get 
at those nipples...I wonder if I can get her to 
consider piercing.  She'd look great with some 
jewelry.' Molly's stomach was flat, with a cute 
little navel.  Her arms were smooth and somewhat 
thin, her hands actually showing the most use, 
looking strong, the nails short, though painted with 
a darkish red enamel.

"Could you turn around once for me, Molly?  Thank 
you."

Molly turned, not knowing what to do with her arms, 
trying hard not to cross them over her breasts, but 
having difficulty leaving them at her sides, and 
ending up unconsciously twining them around like a 
much younger girl in a most appealing manner.  Sally 
tried hard not to smile.

"Alright, please continue."

Removing the rest of the suit was a quick and simple 
procedure, which Molly performed with a minimum of 
wasted motion, leaving her slender body nude, and 
now she did cover her pubic area with her hands, 
shifting nervously, feet and legs together.

"Relax, Molly, I'm not going to bite, nor am I going 
to make fun of you."

Molly was visibly trembling, but did relax somewhat.

"Now I want you put your hands at your sides and 
stand with your feet apart, please."

Molly looked like she was thinking about being 
defiant, but after a moment put her hands  at her 
sides and moved her feet apart slightly.  She tried 
to look arch, as if to say 'I dare you'. Sally 
smiled to see that she actually thrust out her chest 
a bit, and that her long nipples were in fact hard.  
She was nervous, but apparently on some level was 
enjoying being looked at. Sally noticed she wasn't 
frowning, though she could hardly be said to be 
smiling.  Sally decided to encourage this latent 
showman ship.

"You are very pretty you know.  You have exquisite 
breasts."

"They aren't very big though."

Sally chuckled, "Now you are fishing for 
compliments, they may not be big, but they are very 
well formed, and I'll bet you know it.  Surely at 
least some of your lovers have told you so."

Molly smiled, "Well...yes, I guess."

"You could always have them bio-sculpted if you 
really wanted them larger."

"No, I like them the way they are, the way I am."

"Well then." Sally gestured as if to say 'there, you 
have the final answer'.

Now Sally deliberately let her eyes wonder down to 
Molly's pubic area.  The girl's rich brown pubic 
hair was trimmed short, just as regulations 
required, but was only shaped enough to conceal 
pubic hair under the currently popular women's 
beachwear, obviously not in some exotic pattern.  
Her labia obviously had never been depilated.  Her 
slit was tight and as cute as a young girl's, but as 
Sally watched, a hint of color appeared, just a bit 
of swelling.  'Apparently little Molly likes being 
looked at, even by another woman', thought Sally, 
'good, this wasn't going to be as bad as I thought'.

"Now Molly, I'd like you to turn around for me. I 
want to see what you l
look like from the back."

Molly must have been getting into the scenario, 
because she didn't just turn around.  Instead, she 
turned away, then smiled back over her shoulder at 
Sally an bent over slightly with her hands on her 
knees, her rump thrust out at her therapist.

"Well," said Sally with a laugh in her voice, " I 
did go into space to see the Moon, but this wasn't 
what I had in mind."

They both laughed a little more than the joke 
deserved.

"Okay, lets go in."

The two women went over to the lock and took turn 
blowing into the breath analyzer which checked for 
any intoxicants, and also took turns solving the 
small logic puzzle presented by the control screen.  
The showers were a bit dangerous in low gravity, not 
a real problem if one were alert, but people had 
been injured, even died, while drunk, stoned, or 
just sick, so access was restricted.  The lock into 
the inner chamber finally opened, and again Sally 
made sure they both went into the small space 
together.

Molly tensed up again as they were forced to touch 
and her nipples, a good indicator of her arousal 
apparently, went flat.  She jumped when one of 
Sally's full breasts brushed against her shoulder.  
Sally resisted the impulse to pinch and kiss those 
nipples back to hardness.  She knew it was best to 
go slow.

The two women moved into the main chamber in the 
shower.

"Now there are standard manual controls on the 
shower heads, you can see there are four in here, 
but there is also a voice activated system that I'll 
demonstrate in a second, but the first thing is the 
safety word."

Sally pitched her voice a little higher and spoke 
clearly, "Computer, disregard next occurrence of 
safety word."

She spoke in normal tones again, "I had to do that 
so I can tell you the word.  If you say the word, 
the water is immediately turned off and high speed 
fans and pumps suck out all the liquid in the room.  
If you don't countermand coherently at that point, 
the computer summons medical aid.  Got it?  Okay, 
the word is 'Help'...NO don't repeat it, just 
remember it."

Sally smile encouragingly at Molly, " You'll like 
this.  Computer--body temperature low pressure water 
on."

Molly did indeed laugh as she watched the water 
spill out of all four spouts. Instead of the fine, 
fast moving droplets of a Earthly shower, the water 
burbled out in long, slow, twisting ropes held 
together by surface tension which, while it hadn't 
changed from that on Earth, was still suddenly much 
more important in low gravity since the normal 
acceleration of gravity was so much less.  The water 
splashed against the floor and the women's nude 
bodies, and bounced away in great wobbling irregular 
spheres.  It was still warm, still wet, still made 
their bodies glisten and sparkle, but now it was as 
if it did everything larger and slower than on 
Earth.

For several minutes they watched the water splash 
and bounce around in its huge bubbles, even the 
steam of the hot water seemed bigger.  Sally 
splashed water at Molly, and Molly laughed and 
splashed back.  For a long time they were just kids, 
playing in a faery water fountain.  When Sally was 
sure that Molly was relaxed again, she decided to 
change the mood.

"Computer--foam." she commanded.

Molly laughed again as she realized that bubble bath 
had been added.  Now, in addition to huge bubbles of 
water, there where even larger soap bubbles, some 
floating loose, other clumping into mounds of 
whitish froth.  The two women played with the foam, 
Molly making a big bubble beard for herself, Sally 
giving herself an immense afro that would have been 
impossible on Earth. Then Sally scooped up a mound 
of bubbles and poofed it onto Molly's chest, not 
touching her, just hitting her with the foam 
equivalent of a snowball.  This led to a bouncing 
foam fight, and finally a slippery, laughing 
wrestling match, which ended with the larger 
stronger Sally lying on top of the nearly foam 
buried Molly.

Molly suddenly noticed that Sally was looking down 
at her seriously, and she stopped giggling and 
struggling, just looking up at the older woman lying 
on top of her.  Sally slowly started to kiss Molly, 
stopped when she saw Molly start to say something, 
perhaps 'no', but continued when Molly didn't 
actually object.  Her lips touched Molly's lightly, 
gently, demanding nothing only caressing.  Molly 
looked troubled but still said nothing, her arms 
stretched above her head, still pinioned by Sally's 
grasp.

"You okay?"

"Uh huh." murmured Molly

Sally nibbled at Molly's lips and moved on to rain 
little kisses along her captive's jawline, then back 
to tease at her full lips.  She started running the 
tip of her tongue along Molly's closed mouth until 
the girl finally opened it, and accepted the tip 
against her own tongue.

Sally made it all seem casual, inevitable, but this 
was an illusion.  She'd made sure that their little 
game had ended with her in control.  One of her legs 
was not-by-chance wedged between Molly's thigh, 
pressed firmly against her outer pussy lips so she 
could monitor Molly's state of arousal.  Sally's 
breasts pressed against Molly's so she could feel if 
those marvelous long nipples became erect, which 
they slowly did under the long, wet kiss. It wasn't 
all cold calculation, Sally's heart was beating 
faster, and she could feel her own pussy engorging 
with hot blood, but she was a professional, and it 
was very important that Molly respond and keep 
responding, so Sally was very careful to make sure 
that Molly never had a chance to cool down and also 
never got scared by too aggressive a move. Sally's 
own pleasure was secondary, though she rarely had to 
fake her own response, and she was certainly 
responding to the sweet young thing beneath her.

Molly never really had a chance to object, as Sally 
lowered her arms to her sides near her shoulders, 
but kept a hold of each wrist.  Sally kissed her way 
down the girl's soft slender throat which was 
slightly flushed with passion.  She kissed the 
slippery upper slopes of Molly's tight young 
breasts.

"But...I never...with a woman..."

"Sh, sh sshhh...I'm a woman yes, but a mouth is just 
a mouth after all." Sally murmured to her most 
tenuously held prisoner.

Sally took Molly's right nipple between her lips and 
suckled at it, lapping it with her tongue until she 
was sure it was fully erect.  She switched to the 
left breast and did the same.  Then, because she 
knew from Molly's file that she liked it, Sally bite 
down softly on the long nipple, then harder when 
Molly moaned.

'It's really sort of unfair to have your every 
sexual response listed in someone's database' 
thought Sally, 'it really makes it too easy to 
seduce her.'

That didn't stop her from using every trick she knew 
to get the girl to respond.  It was too important 
for Molly's career, let alone Sally's professional 
pride, that Molly be able to respond satisfactorily 
to her therapist.  In plain terms, she needed to be 
able to have an orgasm brought on by her therapist.  
Sally had every intention of making this happen.

Sally now moved Molly's hands down to her hips.  She 
felt Molly tense, so she rushed a bit so the girl 
wouldn't have a chance to object

Sally grinned a bit, as Molly started to say "No" 
but instead bit her lower lip, scrunched up her big 
brown eyes, and turned that into a sort of 
"N....ooooh..." as Molly felt the Doctor's tongue 
massaging at her clit.

Molly made as if to move her hands, perhaps only to 
pull Sally's head tighter to her pussy, but Sally 
couldn't take chances, and semi-forcefully kept them 
at the girl's side and under her control.

"No, baby, let Moma do her work."

"Ah...oh..okay...oooh..."

Sally put all her formidable training, knowledge, 
and experience into bathing young Molly's 
sapphically virginal pussy with her tongue.  She 
parted Molly's moist inner folds, and swirled hot 
saliva around her clit, and teased at Molly 
clenching vaginal orifice.  She varied her orgasmic 
assault by kissing down the girl's inner thigh, then 
stroking her breasts across the girl's pubic mound 
and stomach.  She even nibbled on Molly's pubic 
hair, tugging slightly as if she were a goat 
trimming some pubic lawn.  But always se returned to 
the clitoris, lapping it, ringing around it, 
lipping, even sucking as if it were a nipple.

For many long minutes, the two lovers moved under 
the warm jets of water and bubbles.  Sally had 
programmed the 'bubble bath' to be edible and to 
taste slightly of mint, so that inevitably she 
thought of candy as she licked at Molly's writhing 
slender young body, but the taste was all Molly when 
she moved back to the girl's pussy.  The girl had 
finally given in to her body and she obviously no 
longer cared that it was a woman giving her 
pleasure, all she cared about was the pleasure given 
to her by another warm and caring human being.  The 
mouth at her puss was a human mouth, the tongue that 
probed deeply within her vaginal tunnel was a human 
mouth, the hands that forced her submit with only 
the slightest of pressures where human hands, and if 
there were breasts and another pussy attached to all 
that, well, they were human too.

Molly moaned and sighed as she built toward orgasm.  
Sally again smiled as she realized the girl had her 
eyes closed. Sally redoubled her lashing at Molly's 
core, feeling the girl tense, not with nervousness 
or apprehension, but with impending orgasm.  The 
therapist tasted the absolute flood of lubricity the 
girl gave down.  It would only take just a little 
bit more stimulation, which Sally provided by 
tickling Molly's clit with the very tip of her 
tongue, but now strongly, with a firm, steady 
circling motion.  Molly bucked under her.

"Oh...oh...oh, Doctor....OH, YES...oh, my god, 
Sally, YES OH YES!!"

Molly collapsed under Sally, completely relaxed.  
Sally finally let the girl's hands go, and she 
massaged the now limp body.  Molly now made no 
protest as Sally's hands massaged her thighs and 
belly, then sides, and breasts, and arms as Sally 
moved moved back up, until she once more lay thigh 
to thigh, breast to breast, and eye to eye with the 
girl.

Sally kissed Molly deeply, which brought a slight 
hesitation from Molly, but then she returned the 
kiss.  Sally thought, 'Well, we need a little more 
work there, but she responded'.  No need to rush, 
now that the law had been satisfied.  Getting rid of 
that last hesitancy, last reluctance could wait.  
There was one last thing she at least needed to try, 
if the girl balked they could work on it, but it 
would be better to do it now before post coital 
remorse could set in.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No Sally, it was very good.  Thank you."

"No need to thank me...just a second, we are going 
to turn into prunes any moment...Computer--water 
off, warm air dry gentle, add pine scent."

As the room obediently did what it was told to do, 
she continued, "There is one more thing we need to 
talk about.  Do you know what I mean?" This was said 
while she lay nestled beside the girl under warm 
blasts of air.

"You mean, that you didn't come...right?"

"Yes, baby girl, that is what I mean.  I know you 
are new to all this, so I'm not going to insist or 
anything, but part of my job as therapist is 
teaching the etiquette of sex, as well as the 
mechanics and emotions.  When one is given pleasure, 
one should return the favor.  So, how do you feel 
about that?"

"I don't know Sally.  Do I have to, you know..." she 
stalled out.

"You are going to have to at least learn to say it, 
Molly," Sally chuckled, "You mean, do you have to 
lick my pussy until I come?"

Molly blushed, but at an encouraging look from Sally 
managed to get out, "Yes...do I need to...eat out 
your...pussy?"

Sally, still amused, still nestled up against the 
girl's slightly shorter form, said, "Well, no, not 
really...we can save that for another time.  But I 
have an idea for something else that shouldn't be 
too hard.  Are you ready to try it?"

Relieved, Molly nodded, "Sure Sally, what do you 
want me to do?"

Under Sally's direction, Molly sat up, back against 
the now dry wall and spread her legs, no longer 
embarrassed to have Sally look at her pussy.  Sally 
sat down between Molly's spread legs, her back to 
the girl, and snuggled back until she could feel 
Molly's breasts against her back.  She took the 
girl's hand and placed them neutrally on her own 
thighs.

"Now this is gonna be easy.  All you do, is do what 
you normally do when you masturbate.  Pretend my 
body is yours, and do whatever you feel like."

"Well, I always did want bigger zoobies." Molly 
joked.

"Oh, my." said Sally as Molly actually cupped her 
breasts lightly. "Is that what the young people are 
calling them now?"

"Nah, that's what my mother always called them.  And 
my pussy was always a 'Yaya'"

Sally chuckled, "Well, whatever works I guess.  Now 
do you want to just fool around a bit, or do you 
want some directions?  You are operating a very 
complex piece of equipment here."

Somewhat predictably Molly gave up control in a 
sexual situation, "Tell me."

"All right, well, you've made a good start, just 
massage my breasts like that, yes, that feels very 
nice"  Molly really did have nice hand, strong yet 
delicate, and not as soft as one might think of a 
technician who did her job through a computer 
console.  Sally wondered what the girl did that made 
her hands so strong.

"Now play with my nipples.  No dear, don't 
pinch...my nipples are very sensitive, just roll 
them, or better yet flick them lightly with your 
finger...yes, very nice."

"Now, just run your hands over my body, touching is 
very important...yes, baby, that's good...no, don't 
just go for the breasts or pussy...you are more than 
your sex organs."

The warm air and strong young hands running over her 
body were very pleasant.  The thought intruded that 
her hair was going to be a tangled mess from drying 
without a brush.  She thought shed have to go by 
that client of hers that had the hair fetish.  He 
loved to brush her hair and would do so for hours if 
she let him.  He also was an absolute master at anal 
intercourse.  The man should give seminars.  If only 
he would teach it to more of her patients.  Sally 
liked sex with women, but she also liked the rougher 
side of things as well, and some things she was 
pretty sure little Molly wasn't ready for yet.  If 
the girl balked at returning head for head, Sally 
was pretty sure she'd pass out at the idea of giving 
a good anal rim job.

Still, the girl did have good hands, and if Sally 
was thinking as much about a good hard cock up her 
ass as much as she was thinking about Molly's hands, 
well, part of sex was fantasy after all.

"All right Molly, now touch my pussy...oh baby, that 
feels good...circle around my clit with your 
finger...no, a little faster....mmmm...good."

Sally put her hands over Molly's and showed her what 
to do, and what rhythm she liked.  It was like she 
had four hands to play with herself, to part her 
inner lips, to stroke her clit, to tease at the 
opening into her vagina.  She took Molly's right 
hand and brought it to her own lips and suckled at 
both her and Molly's middle fingers, like two small 
penises, running her tongue around both, circling 
the pads of the two digits as if they were two small 
glans, wetting the slender lengths with her saliva.  
Then she moved both right hands down to her open 
pussy and directed both middle fingers to push into 
her inner passage. It wasn't like the fullness of a 
cock in her cunt, but was none the less an exquisite 
feeling.  She'd worry about feeling full later.  
Sort of like going to a French restaurant and eating 
delicious small portions, then having a hotdog 
later, just for bulk.  The two fingers moved in her 
deliciously, just a little out of time with each 
other.  Sally set the timing for the  two women, and 
feeling slowly built in her body, she moved her left 
hand up to play with the nipple of her left breast, 
leaving three hands stroking in and around her 
pussy.  It only took a few minutes until Sally's own 
orgasm came on.

"Oh...oh...oh Baby!!"

Sally hammed it up just a bit.  The orgasm had been 
fine, nothing soul shattering, but Molly's 
confidence needed a bit of pumping up.  Sally 
shuddered pleasantly, and slowly brought the two 
hands pumping into her to a halt.  She just lay back 
against Molly for a while, just for a bit of 
afterglow, but conscious of the time.  They were 
just a bit over the two hours she'd set aside, and 
she needed to get back to finish some documentation, 
and to see if she could get her patient Jim, to do 
her hair and other neglected portions of her 
anatomy.

"That was nice Molly, thank you."

"It...it was no problem...Sally."

"So now you've officially done *IT* with another 
woman.  Do you think you'll be ok with it your next 
session?"

Molly tensed, and wrapped her arms around Sally in a 
hug, "You...It'll be you, right?  You aren't going 
to make me go to someone else, Sally?  Please 
Doctor...I could do it with anyone else but you!"

Sally smiled, Molly's file did indicate she tended 
to develop crushes on her therapists, but that was 
no big deal.  Sally wanted to hang on to this sweet 
young girl for a bit, herself.  She'd have to ease 
her into a relationship with another therapist 
eventually, it wasn't good to let patients get too 
fixated on one doctor, but that was for the future.  
For now, a little crush would do nicely to get her 
through post coital remorse over sex she still 
obviously didn't think of as 'normal'.  Sally would 
fix that, but later.

Sally got to her feet and pulled Molly up into a 
firm hug again, stroking the girl's back 
reassuringly.

"Of course Molly, if that's what you want, I'd enjoy 
being your therapist very much."

Sally pulled the happy girl over to the door to the 
inner lock.  This time when they both got in, she 
kissed Molly deeply as the lock cycled and cupped 
and molded the girl's finely made bottom.  Sally had 
plans for that bottom.  Molly returned the  
attention, shyly cupping Sally's more generous 
behind.  It was a start, a good start.

They moved back into the locker room, and Sally tied 
up her hair since, as she'd feared, it looked like 
wolverines nested in it.  The two women got back 
into their worksuit.  They moved back out into the 
station, ready to go their separate ways, but 
walking together for a few minutes longer.

"You know Molly, regulations permit personalization 
of your work suits, I know a wonderful enameler who 
works the swing shift who could really brighten up 
your suit...you know, maybe some darker trim work on 
the fittings to match your eyes.  You have great 
eyes, you know. or a nice tribal pattern on the 
back..."

The two women walked back into the working sections 
of Mining Station #347, chatting happily about 
fashion.  

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