Zach And Lila Take A Trip Ch 04

Zach and Lila Take a Trip 4

As previous stories in this series have said, this story is a continuation of ones you may want to read. This is the fourth in the series with three stories preceding it. This series is about a man, 19, and woman, 20, exploring their sexuality together at college, with Lila, the more experienced, leading Zach along the path of sexual discovery. This installment picks up where the last one ended. All characters in this story are over 18.

This story builds up to a subsequent one that will be sexier by far than this slow-burn one. It also introduces the topic of sex between a therapist and her clients, all consenting adults. If that's a problem for any reader, please be forewarned. That kind of sex never happens in real life anyway, right?

Part 1

So Zach and Lila were back. Back at Podunk U. after spring break.

But their trip wasn't over. Not really. Life-changing events taken place in Florida. They opened the way to a new trip. A different kind of trip.

What happened in Florida didn't stay in Florida. Back at PU, Zach and Lila had some big new questions to ask themselves.

The question facing them back on campus: "What now?" They could hardly continue as before, L and her gay BFF Z. Not after what had happened on spring break.

Zach had discovered that he loved women, loved sex with Lila. Lila had seen her long-cherished fantasies about Zach fulfilled. The sex was wonderful and continued to be wonderful.

But it didn't magically resolve the big question in front of them now: "What kind of relationship is this?" There was no question that Zach and Lila were soulmates. They had known this before they went on spring break.

But was this a monogamous relationship now? Was it open? What were the boundaries? Was this even a relationship or just a fuck-buddy arrangement?

One obvious question was how Zach was going to handle coming out as straight. That was their easiest problem to solve. All he had to do was announce to friends that he'd realized he had been mistaken about his sexuality. Now he knew for sure he was straight.

On a small campus with not much outside entertainment (understatement of the century!) in the rural countryside around it, share news like that with a small circle and soon the whole campus would hear it. From the president through the faculty down through the whole student body.

And once the news that Zach was interested in women and available (still to be determined, right?) got around the Podunk campus, there were any number of women who'd be eager to hook up with him. He was a desirable hunk, handsome, with an attractive personality and a sharp mind. More than one PU female, professors not exempted, had been secretly sighing for some time now that he was unavailable as a gay man.

The news that Zach now realized he was straight made it all the more necessary for him and Lila to work out who they were as a couple. And, to be honest, the questions weren't any easier to resolve when just about every time they were alone together, serious talk got interrupted by passionate sex. Lots of sex.

Having discovered how much they enjoyed sex with each other, Zach and Lila couldn't keep their hands off each other. They fucked any chance they could get, falling into it like famished people seated at a table laden with delicious food.

They fucked anywhere they could find to fuck. Multiple times a day.

And they talked. And talked some more. And seemed to go in circles.

They seemed to get nowhere by talking.

No matter what happened or how they squared this circle, they'd be together. They knew this. Together as best friends. That was a given. But did that mean that they were also now a monogamous, committed, exclusive couple?

Zach had just discovered how much he loved women, loved fucking women. If he and Lila were going to be exclusive, the door to new experiences learning more about women, what women liked, what he could do for them, would be shut.

He wasn't sure he wanted that. Nor was Lila. She wanted Zach to have all the new experiences he could find. She didn't want him to feel tied down.

For herself, too, there were questions about being tied down. It wasn't just that Lila enjoyed her freedom to choose sexual partners as they came along. It was also that she wasn't sure commitment of any kind was what she wanted right now. Not with anyone.

As Lila saw things, women had been forced to forego sexual freedom in favor of exclusivity for a long time now. Men could play the field all they wanted and not be blamed. Not women. Lila was determined to demand that same freedom for herself. Not to be put into someone else's box.

If she and Zach were now a committed couple, she was going to have to adjust how she managed things. She'd have to give a signal to lots of horny guys that she was no longer available for the hot trysts that had become her campus trademark.

The sex between Zach and Lila couldn't be better. But that wasn't enough to solve the problem of figuring out who they were as a couple now, who they were for each other. In fact, it was part of the problem.

I realize that I'm going in circles as I try to describe the stuck place in which Zach and Lila now found now themselves. But that's the point, isn't it? That's what Zach and Lila realized they were doing as they tried talking their way to any solution to their relationship problem, day after day.

When they weren't fucking, that is. When the fucking took over because the talking seemed pointless. Fucking was more fun, after all.

Finally things reached a point where both Z and L decided they probably needed an outsider's perspective. They had heard good things about a relationship counsellor the Podunk Dean of Students Hank Peabody recommended when students came to him to sort out interpersonal problems.

So enter Emily Plimsoll. Couples counsellor. Specializing in sex therapy. "Special friend" of Hank Peabody. But that was a secret Hank and Emily kept closely guarded for obvious reasons as he channeled students to Emily for counseling.

Part 2

At Podunk, Emily Plimsoll had a reputation for dispensing unorthodox advice and using unorthodox methods that worked. Most of the couples who did sessions with her came back to campus with smiles on their faces. Whatever she did, and this was a mystery, since her clients wouldn't talk about her sessions with them, it seemed to do the trick. The campus buzz said she was especially good at helping couples dealing with sexual issues they found hard to resolve.

Zach and Lila's first session with Emily, as she insisted on being called right off the bat, was, well, interesting is the only word that fits. Interesting indeed.

Zach's first impression: This woman is smoking hot!

Lila's first impression: I can see that Zach finds Ms. Plimsoll smoking hot, and I can see why. This is going to be interesting.

From that very first meeting, it was clear to Lila especially that Emily Plimsoll was determined to present herself, especially to Zach, as cougar material of an incendiary sort. To greet these new clients, she had staged herself theatrically in the doorway to her office, light from the interior framing her and showing her to best advantage - to hot advantage - as she extended her hand to greet them.

Emily Plimsoll clearly knew how to exhibit herself. With thick honey-colored hair stacked loosely on her head, its highlights caught by the light behind her, with frank inquisitive blue-green eyes and flawless skin, with a svelte figure lots of women would kill for, she immediately triggered a response in Zach. This was not lost on either Emily or Lila. All this set off by an expensive silk blouse with a plunging neckline in a color best described as mother of pearl and a tight-fitting beige woolen skirt that didn't quite reach her knees and drew attention to her amazing long legs....

From the outset, Zach couldn't take his eyes off her. With that blouse showcasing her spectacular breasts and the skirt drawing attention to those stunning long legs, Zach didn't know where to turn his eyes.

Lila, who could read Zach like an open book, watched with amusement. This was going to get interesting, she repeated to herself.

"Thank you for seeing us, Ms. Plimsoll," the two said in unison, bursting into laughter, since they had not rehearsed a duet greeting. "Definitely a couple" was Emily's immediate therapeutic observation, though she obviously didn't vocalize that thought.

"Let's stop there," she responded. "It's plain Emily. No formality inside this office. You'll be telling me some very personal details about yourselves and your relationship. I want it clear from the outset that I'm here to listen, not play authority-figure games. I'm Emily. You're Zach and Lila. Agreed?"

"Fine with me, Emily," Zach nodded. "And definitely with me," Lila chimed in.

"Okay, let's get going," Emily responded, waving Zach and Lila into her office and onto a spacious settee across from the comfortable wingback chair she called her listening chair. The appointments of the office, its expensive furniture in muted pastels and the dramatic bright paintings on the walls, had obviously been chosen by someone with taste, certainly Emily herself, to put clients at ease and also, it has to be said, as a stage for Emily to display herself in the best light possible to counselees.

Both Emily and Lila did not fail to see something amusing that was going on with Zach as he walked with Lila to the settee. This was that he had a hard-on he was trying to keep hidden. It wasn't just his eyes that had responded naturally to the unmistakable sexuality Emily exuded. The eyes may not have known exactly where to look as he met Emily, but the cock definitely did. As he sat, attempting the old tried-and-true hands folded in the lap method guys often use to try to hide erections, both Emily and Lila took notice. Women have long since gotten wise to that cute hands-in-the-lap trick after all.

Emily knew exactly what Lila was communicating, then, when, as she sat down across from her with Zach trying to divert attention from his hard-on, she looked at Zach and then at Emily and smiled. She might as well have winked.

This was going to be a fascinating counseling experience. Indeed.

I've just described Emily Plimsoll, but up to now, haven't given you a description of either Zach or Lila, except to tell you that in Lila's eyes, Zach was a specimen of very hunky masculinity, tall, athletic, and handsome. With a full head of dark brown hair and chocolate-brown eyes that women sometimes called puppy-dog eyes when they talked about him; with a crooked smile that melted hearts: Zach could only be described by that old cliché "movie-star handsome." Think Harrison Ford and his wry smile crossed with Christian Bale and his mane of dark hair and smoldering brown eyes. That was Zach.

That was Zach whom, it has to be noted, Emily was eyeing as a hawk watches a rabbit on the ground from the moment she set eyes on him. But she was a therapist, after all. And therapists watch people closely, right?

Lila was shorter than Zach, athletic and trim, what people might call tomboyish except that her peach-shaped ass, of which Zach could not ever get enough, gave her a voluptuous air that her otherwise trim body might have lacked. Her hair was true black in contrast to Zach's dark hair, which was between dark brown and black. With piercing blue eyes, coal-black hair, and a porcelain complexion, Lila was striking. Think Parker Posey and Zooey Deschanel mashed up together.

It was impossible for guys to encounter Lila and not look twice, and, if they were paying attention, also impossible not to receive signals of hot sexuality simmering underneath the tailored prep-school look. This was a woman who loved to fuck and would turn those piercing eyes on you and smile as you fucked her.

As Zach and Lila settled next to each other on the settee, Emily Plimsoll said, "Zach and Lila, we're going to start this session with an exercise to get acquainted. Me getting acquainted with you is what I mean. I've put clipboards on the lamp tables at both ends of the settee. I want you each to take one and do a writing exercise for me. I want you to write out a list of reasons you're coming to see me. Before you get started, I want you to know - I think you already know - that I specialize in working with couples dealing with sexual issues."

"I want you to know off the bat that nothing you can say to me and each other in this office will shock me or embarrass me. Get that out of your mind. I prefer ordinary language when we're talking in this office. If you're talking about having sex with each other, you're telling me about fucking. We don't talk about penises and vaginas. We have cocks or dicks and pussies or cunts. Understood? Be who you are when you're with me, and the counselling will be a lot more effective."

"Now I want you to take a few minutes to write a short list, up to ten points, about what brings you here. In your own words. No beating around the bush. No false modesty. I don't want you consulting with each other as you do this. I want your own unvarnished reasons, the reasons

each of you

think are important, for why you're here. Agreed?"

Zach and Lila nodded and silently picked up their clipboards and began writing. Here's what Zach wrote:

1. I've discovered I like to fuck.

2. I love women.

3. I love fucking women.

4. I've discovered I love pussy.

5. I love fucking pussy.

6. I've discovered my cock is made for pussy.

7. I love Lila.

8. I love fucking Lila.

9. Lila and I are best friends, soulmates, always will be.

10. But choosing to be monogamous now will close the door for me to learn more about sex with other women.

Summary: I'm a late bloomer sexually and really want to spend some time with other women. Lila has told me she wants that for me, too. But I feel conflicted because I really love her and don't want to screw things up with her.

Here's what Lila wrote:

1. Zach is amazing. Sex with Zach is amazing. Fucking Zach is amazing.

2. But I'm not sure I'm ready for an exclusive committed relationship.

3. I also don't want to lose Zach and the precious thing we have together. We belong together.

4. But I'm pretty sure we don't belong together as a monogamous couple right now. At least, that's what my gut tells me.

5. To be honest, I'd like our sexual relationship to continue, but I'd like it to be open to new possibilities, to allow us both freedom to fuck other people.

6. Maybe even to allow us freedom to fuck some other people while we're together. Threesomes? Foursomes? Maybe. Why not?

7. Until he fucked me, Zach thought he was gay. He had never fucked a woman before me. He needs experience fucking more women.

8. I don't want to stand in Zach's way.

9. I also want to hold him close, if that makes any sense.

10. I want us to stay together as soulmates, to keep fucking each other, but to open the door to more options and experiences.

Bottom line: I feel confused, jumbled up. Help!

When they'd finished the exercise, Zach and Lila handed their clipboards to Emily. After smiling and thanking them, Emily sat and read each set of comments. In silence. Thinking, as she did so, "Holy shit, this is going to make for some engrossing work together. And hot damn, this is going to be fun, too. If that sexy hunk needs some more lessons from horny women, I know who can give them to him. I know right where he can get them."

"Old Hank Peabody knew exactly what he was doing when he sent me this cute young couple. He knew some treats would be in store for him when I repay him for this, too."

What Emily said instead, out loud, after reading the Zach and Lila's lists, was this:

"I hope you both know nothing you're telling me here surprises me. I totally understand. You're far from the first couple from your school to come to me with similar issues. I'm glad you felt free to be frank and to use the language you'd use with each other and friends to talk about these sexual issues."

"We

can

work all of this out. I promise you that. We're going to need more sessions together, obviously. And I want you to know in advance that some of my techniques can be a little bit unorthodox. Anything we try or anything I suggest that makes you uncomfortable, you have to let me know and we'll deal with that when it happens. I'm a hands-on kind of sex therapist, and if you agree to it, there may be some nudity involved in our sessions, some sexual activity between the two of you with me in the room."

"And, if you want to explore that route, some sexual activity with me and maybe even with others."

"How does that sound to you?"

Lila was the first to jump in. She did so immediately: "Sounds like a dream come true. It's what I was hoping for."

Zach was dumbfounded: "Wow. That sounds amazing. Hot. But this is like a whole new ballgame for me, and I feel like I'm playing a game where I don't know the rules."

Emily: "I understand, Zach. I sort of anticipated you might feel that way. For that reason, if the two of you agree, I'm going to schedule my next session as a one-on-one with you. I can sense some initial problems you and I need to work on alone together before the relationship counseling really kicks in."

"That okay with you?"

"It absolutely is, Emily, if Lila's on board with it," Zach replied.

Beaming that same smile she beamed when she and Zach first sat on the settee and he tried to hide his hard-on, Lila replied, looking Emily straight in the eye, "You bet it's alright." She had, after all, seen the bed in the room just off Emily's office, through an open door that was there to let any observant person in the office spot that bed.

Lila was no dummy. She was sharp as a tack. She now understood exactly why students came back to campus grinning about their counseling sessions with Emily Plimsoll and the unorthodox methods she used, and why they didn't talk about those methods. And she was fully on board.

Zach was still befuddled. Though he was as smart as he could be in some ways, in other ways he could be like a babe in the woods. He hadn't noticed the bed that Lila saw right away. He hadn't fully caught on to what was going on with Emily Plimsoll and her sex therapy sessions. His cock had caught on immediately, we know, but let's face it, cocks aren't always the smartest creatures in the world. What their little heads see and think doesn't always make its way to the big head above a guy's shoulders.

Confusion and mistakes can then ensue. And not only can, but often do ensue.

Zach would go into that first one-on-one session with Emily a deer in headlights. Lila and Emily both knew that, and were both chuckling to themselves at what they could see was coming. Chuckling at the "counseling" experience Zach was going to have with Emily when they had that first one-on-one time together.

To repeat one more time: This was going to get interesting.