A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six

... and questioning whether it was the right thing to do. Her voice choked more and more with each word she spoke. The corners of her eyes glistened before she wiped them clean with a blink.

“I know you do,” she said with a trembling breath. “I was hoping that could be something we could build together. But I guess the timing just isn’t there, is it?”

“What are you saying, Chloe?”

She shrugged.

“I want you to be happy, Peter. That’s what I’m saying. And if that doesn’t include me, then…”

“But what if it does?”

She looked at him and shook her head.

“Don’t.”

“Chloe, I never said I prefer her over you. I said I don’t know. I haven’t seen her in years and I don’t know how I’m gonna feel when I’m there with her.”

She remained silent, unmoving, deep in thoughts he couldn’t decipher.

“What do you want to do? You want us to stick to text messages and video calls with her?”

“I told you what I want. I don’t want you to be with me if you don’t want to be. I don’t want to hold you back.”

He reached for her hand, taking it in his and giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

“You’re not holding me back, Chloe. Not at all. If you want me to be honest, I can’t be much more honest than that.”

She finally met his gaze and smiled, her dark, luscious lips stretched thin across her face.

“I want you to meet her in person, Peter. With or without me.”

He shook his head.

“No.”

“It’s okay, baby. None of this is your fault. And I don’t want you to miss ...

... this chance and always wonder afterward. You’ve waited long enough for her as it is.”

“Not without you.”

Her smile faded, a look of concern written on her face, and he realized that what he said came out wrong.

“We don’t have to meet her if you don’t want to. But if you’re not gonna go through with this, then I won’t either.”

Her eyes grew wide, flickering with a flood of emotions that rose to the surface, and Peter realized in that moment that her feelings for him were growing stronger.

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll do it with you, and we’ll figure out where to go from there.”

“Are you sure?”

“Mm-hmm. In fact, now that the shock kind of wore off, I’m starting to get a little bit excited about it?”

“Oh, yeah?”

“Uh-huh.”

“How excited?”

She took his hand and slipped it down her pants, inhaling to give him more room. His fingers found their way down her panties, their tips tracing the outer folds of her pussy, her hips slow dancing in response. He kissed her cheek, then her jawline, then her neck, teasing her clit with his index finger, rolling it around in tiny circles.

“Oh, my God, Peter.” Her voice trembled with pleasure now, begging for more. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

“Did you behave at work?”

“Mm-hmm.” Her teeth scraped against her bottom lip, her moans escaping through her nose. “God knows I didn’t want to, though.”

“Send me something dirty on your next shift.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

She turned her head to look at him, ...