A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One - Sex Stories

A Therapeutic Relationship, Chapter One

Kim: Hey, Pete. It’s Kimmy Wu. I know it’s been forever since we last spoke. I saw youin my contacts and wanted to see how you were doing.

Kim: I don’t even know if you still have the same number.

Peter: Yeah, it’s still the same number. You kept it this whole time?

Kim: Yeah, I kept it. I changed phones, like, four or five times since then, but I neverdeleted your number. Don't know why, I just never did.

Peter: I’m glad.

Peter: It’s really good to hear from you.

Kim: Thanks. I needed that.

Peter: Why? Is everything okay?

Kim: Yeah, everything’s fine. Just, I miss how good of a friend you were to me.

Peter: Yeah, I miss those days too.

Kim: Do you miss me?

“Babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Who are you talking to?”

Peter sat at the edge of his bed staring at his phone screen. He could feel the eyes of the woman lying naked behind him.

“Old friend from college.”

“Oh, one of your chef buddies?” The bed started to shift before he could answer. She put her arms around his neck, pressing her soft breasts against his shirtless back as she looked over his shoulder, reading the conversation with him. “That doesn’t sound like one of your chef buddies.”

He shook his head.

“It isn’t. She’s more than that. Or, she was. But she’s just a friend, okay? Nothing happened between us.”

She kissed his shoulder, then his neck, then his jawline, inhaling the scent of Italian food on his light brown skin left behind by his work clothes.

“If that’s true, ...

... then put the phone down and come to bed with me. You’ve had a long day, I can tell.”

With a reluctant sigh, he did as he was told, placing the phone down on the nightstand.

“Good. Now lie back and bring your feet up.”

He kicked his shoes off and made himself comfortable on the bed, allowing her to position herself on top of him, leaning against his side.

“That’s better.” She rewarded him with a kiss on the cheek, the heat of her breath promising more to come. He returned it with a lingering kiss on the lips, reaching up to caress the side of her face, brushing his nose against hers and making her giggle in the same way she did when they met at the bar five and a half weeks ago.

“Were you lying in bed like this all day?” he asked, the tone of his voice goading her into saying yes in a way that pleased him.

“Mm-hmm,” she nodded, slowly sliding her hand down his chest, her fingers brushing over the thin layer of fat that resided over his pudgy muscles.

“Doing what?”

She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “Playing with myself while waiting for you to come home.”

He could smell it on her skin, and on the sheets: the same scent he tasted on his tongue when he went down on her.

“Sounds like you had a fun day.” His lips moved down to her chin, tracing the shape of her jawline, his hand moving down to her breast, groping it gently, brushing her nipple with his thumb and coaxing a soft moan to slip through her lips.

“Oh, God, yes,” she gasped, running her ...