A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter Six

... it so much fun going for a drive with me?”

“Never a dull moment, that’s for sure.”

“Uh-huh.” She took a moment to look around, and he could tell she was just as lost as he was. “Have you ever been down this way before?”

He shook his head.

“Nope.”

“Huh. You have your GPS with you, right?”

He shook his head again.

“Nope. I loaned it to you last week, and you never gave it back to me.”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Just use your phone.”

She shook her head.

“Don’t have it. I left it at your apartment.”

“What? Why?”

She shrugged.

“I didn’t want any distractions. I told you, I wanted this afternoon to be about you and me.”

He let out a sharp breath through his nose, half amused and half concerned.

“Well, I guess you got what you wanted then.”

“I’m sorry, Peter. I didn’t mean to...”

He reached over and took her hand in his, caressing her palm with his fingers.

“It’s fine, Chloe. We’ll just find a place to turn around.”

“Yeah, we could do that.”

He glanced over at her just in time to see a smile on her face, laced with thoughts of mischief.

“Or?”

“Or we can keep playing the game and see if it leads us anywhere interesting.”

“Chloe, we have no way of...”

“That’s what makes it so much fun, doesn’t it? Come on, let’s see how lost we can get.”

“Alright,” he said. “Which way?”

“Uh…” She took a moment to think about it like she actually knew where she was going. “Make a left at the end of the street. And remember...”

“I ...

... know, I know. No blinkers.” He felt a little more at ease about it, seeing as how there wasn’t a single other car in sight that was in motion. He slowed to a stop and made the turn as requested.

“Ooh, turn right up that hill there.”

“Why?”

“Because I want you to.”

He did as instructed again, without blinkers. When he reached the top of the hill, she told him to make another right, then a left, then another left, then straight to the end of the road, then another right. This ritual continued until they had zigzagged their way through so many uncharted roads, they no longer knew which direction would lead them back to the street they started on.

“There,” she said, pointing to a rundown office building that looked like it had been abandoned a decade ago.

“What do you mean, there? That’s just a parking lot.”

“I know. That’s where I want you to go.”

He let out a sigh and made the turn. The moment he did, the tires of his car were greeted with a merciless barrage of potholes and pits that made his bones rattle in his seat, forcing him to slow down to a near stop. It did little to help.

“Son of a bitch.”

“It’s okay, Peter. Just go around to the other side of the building, then you can stop.”

“Why?”

“Just do it, Peter. Please? I promise you won’t regret it.”

His sighs gave away his irritation, and he was starting to wonder if it was worth it to invite her along. Nonetheless, he did as he was told. The other side of the building was an even bigger ...