A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six

... coming with you then.” She scooped her bra up off the floor and put it back on. Then she walked out of sight. He could hear her rummaging through the closet a few seconds later, tossing on the first t-shirt she could find. He let out a soft chuckle when she stepped back into his view and approached him. “What?”

“That’s one of my shirts, you know.”

“Yeah, so? What, are you gonna make me take it off?”

“Maybe later.”

“Uh-huh. Don’t think you’re getting off that easy.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Just before he turned his head to open the door, he saw a faint hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.

Peter drove a 2009 Honda Accord. Chloe drove a 1998 Chevy sedan that always broke down. It was a hand-me-down from her older brother, and she insisted that the price of upkeep was better than the monthly payments that came with buying a new car. Peter once offered to put her on his insurance so she could drive his car whenever she needed it. She told him she’d think about it. He knew she wanted to take him up on it. She just didn’t want to come off as getting too attached for fear of driving him away.

“Seriously, Peter, where are we going?”

“Seriously, Chloe, I don’t know. Just going out for the sake of it.”

She let out another sigh to vent her negative emotions. It was starting to annoy him, almost to the point of making him deaf to what she said next.

“Might as well make a game out of it then.”

“Huh? What game?”

“Something kinda stupid ...

... that has a small chance of getting us in trouble.”

He looked at her with a slow nod.

“I’m listening.”

“It’s pretty simple. You drive, I navigate. I pick a direction at random when we come to an intersection, and you have to go in that direction, no matter what.” She looked over at him as she pulled her seatbelt over her shoulder and clicked it into place. “You game?”

“Yeah,” he said, fastening his own seatbelt and turning the key just right to make the engine purr. “Yeah, I’m game.” He put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking spot, approaching the street at a slower speed than usual. “First turn coming up. Which way?”

“Uh, isn’t left the mark of the devil or something?”

“Left-handed people are, yeah.”

“Ooh, I like that. Let’s go left then, start things off a little dangerously.”

“You’re the boss.” He flicked on his turning signal and slowed to a stop as they approached the stop sign. “I’m left-handed, by the way. Just to let you know.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Why do you think you’re so much fun to be around?” She let out a giggle as he looked both ways and made the turn. He was so focused on the task at hand that he almost missed the sinister tone hiding just beneath the surface.

“Okay, next intersection coming up. Left, right, or straight?”

“Left again.”

“Left again, got it.” He flicked on the turning signal. She reached over to flick it back off.

“No blinkers.”

“Huh?”

“No blinkers.”

“Oh, come on, Chloe. If a cop catches ...