A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Four - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Four

... is good and he’s a decent boss.

Peter: You didn’t, you know, do anything with him, did you?

Kim: Pete, I’m shocked. What exactly are you accusing me of here?

Peter: I’m just asking. I mean, you did give your algebra professor a blowjob for a higher grade.

Kim: Oh, yeah. I forgot I told you about that.

Kim: But no, I’m above that kind of thing now.

Peter: Okay, good.

Kim: I have to go, unfortunately. I’ll text you when I’m home, okay?

Peter: Okay, talk to you later.

Kim: Yeah, definitely.

Peter got out of bed and walked over to the closet. It still surprised him when he opened the door to find clothes in there that didn’t belong to him. Chloe wasn’t the first woman to make herself at home in his apartment, but she was the first one to do it so soon. The strange thing was, it didn’t bother him as much as he thought it would. She still bought her own food, cleaned up after herself, and made sure her things didn’t take up too much space. These were all foreign concepts to Peter when compared to the other houseguests he’s had over the years.

He picked out some plain, casual clothes and placed them on the bed. He was about to head over to the dresser for a pair of socks and some boxers when his phone lit up again. It was an image sent by Kim. He opened it to find a blouse unbuttoned and a bra lifted up to reveal a pair of tits, perky and pale, her pasty pink nipples giving away her level of arousal. Her surroundings told him that she most likely ...

... took the picture in a public restroom. She left a message for him to go along with it.

Kim: See? I told you I’m not that way anymore. I’m only naughty when it comes to you.

Peter: Holy shit, Kim. Are you still at work?

Kim: Yeah, so?

Peter: So, I don’t want you to get in trouble.

Kim: Trust me, Pete, it’s not the first time I’ve done something like this at work.

Kim: So why don’t you stop worrying about little old me and tell me what you think?

Peter: Honestly, I wish I was there right now.

Kim: Yeah? Would you give me a quickie before I went back to work?

Peter: As long as you promise to keep quiet so we don’t get caught.

Kim: Oh, trust me, baby, I can be quiet.

Peter: Are you wearing a skirt?

Kim: Yes, I am.

Peter: Good.

Peter: Easy access.

Kim: Fuck, you’re making me want to go in the stall and take care of myself.

Peter: Is that something you’ve done before?

Kim: No, that’d be pushing my luck a bit too far.

Kim: Speaking of which, I should really head back out there before my boss gets suspicious.

Peter: Okay, I’ll let you go then.

Kim: I hope you don’t, not when I get home.

Peter: Oh, don’t worry. You’re all mine when you get home.

Kim: I better be.

At some point during the conversation, Peter wound up back on the bed with his half erect cock in his hand. He let out a sigh as it went flaccid again, kicking his clothes on the floor and checking the time on his phone. It was just shy of half past eleven. ...