Zach And Lila Take A Trip Ch 05

The trip continues for Zach and Lila, not literally as with their spring break trip, but as their relationship takes a new turn. Here's another installment in this chronicle of stories about a man, 19, and woman, 20, exploring their sexuality together at college. This installment picks up where the last one ended. All characters are over 18.

As with the previous installment, this story includes sex between a therapist and a client, both consenting adults. If that's a problem for any reader, please be forewarned.

Part 1

So Zach and Lila had their first counseling session with Emily Plimsoll. Ms. Plimsoll, couples counsellor and sex therapist. Zach's impression right off the bat when they met Emily: "smoking hot."

Though he didn't

say

that, of course. But Emily and Lila both knew exactly what was up, and I do mean up, when Zach walked into Emily's office and sat on the settee across from her trying to hide a big hard-on.

In that initial session, Emily had asked Zach and Lila to compile a list of up to ten points to explain why they needed to see her. She asked them to do this exercise without consulting each other. When she read both lists, what jumped off the page at her was that both Zach and Lila obviously felt a strong, genuine commitment to each other.

And at the same time, both were conflicted about developing a committed relationship right now. They wanted to continue their deep friendship and at the same time leave the developing new sexual relationship open for other sexual experiences.

As a late bloomer when it came to fucking women, Zach had lots of catch-up ground to cover. He knew this. Lila also wanted him to be free to cover that ground. Very much so. Lila herself didn't want to be tied down. But she didn't want to lose Zach.

One point above all stood out in Zach's list as Emily read the two lists:

I've discovered my cock is made for pussy.

Emily wanted to explore that point intensively with Zach. As a sex therapist and relationship counsellor, it goes without saying. For that reason, she had scheduled a one-on-one follow-up session with Zach, which was just about to begin. And she had secured Lila's blessing for that session and whatever the therapy might lead to.

Part 2

So the day had come for Zach to meet Emily again. He couldn't put his finger on why he was so nervous about this therapy session. And also so excited.

He couldn't put his finger on why he had taken extra care to shower, put on his "best casual" clothes, a starched dress shirt, his favorite pair of form-fitting corduroy pants (Lila loved those), and a casual dress jacket in a rust color that flattered the light blue shirt and dark brown pants.

When he arrived at Emily's office, there she was standing in the door again. Smoking hot all over again. He didn't have enough sartorial vocabulary to describe exactly what it was she was wearing, a one-piece dress with buttons down the front, a dress that seemed almost to have been sprayed on, it fit her so beautifully tight. Those long legs.

More to the point, those amazing high, pert breasts. She couldn't possibly be braless, could she? But why else could he see her nipples standing out so prominently? That voluptuous ass.

This was his

therapist

, for chrissake! Why was his mind in the gutter just from seeing her in her office doorway?

And why was she not holding out her hand to him as she did at their first meeting, but giving him a warm hug as she ushered him through the door into her office?

Why the fuck couldn't he get his stupid cock, which never seemed to have anything but a mind of its own these days, under control as she hugged him?

So that was how Zach and Emily met in her office doorway. How this therapy session began.

Just as Emily had planned.

Part 3

"I'm so glad you agreed to meet with me, Zach," Emily said as she waved him to the settee across from her high-backed chair. "I've got some ideas to help you break through the barriers you and Lila are finding together. Does that sound like something you want to explore?"

"Of course, Emily," Zach replied immediately. "It feels like Lila and I are going in a circle. We want to find a way out ­of it. I'm game for whatever you propose."

"Great," Emily responded. "And as we get this session underway, I want to tell you that I called Lila last week and suggested she and I meet and talk over my plans for this session."

"We met and Lila is totally cool with the therapeutic route I want to try. I want you to know this from the outset. In fact, she left a note telling you that. Would you please read it now?"

"Wow, you're thorough, Emily. I like that. Sure, I'd like to see Lila's note." Which said, Zach discovered, the following:

"Muff, Emily and I just met. She called and asked if we could talk, so I came in and spent some time with her. I want you to know that I consider Emily Plimsoll a first-rate counselor."

"I trust her 100%. Whatever she proposes for our therapy and your session today, I want you to know it has my approval."

"And I mean whatever. She told us at our first session that she specializes in sex therapy and there may be nudity and even sexual contact involved in her sessions. I want you to know I'm on board with that."

"I'm betting your session today might be lots of fun for you and also for Little Z, who is always up for fun and a good workout. Whatever Emily suggests, please go with it and know it meets with my approval. Again, I do mean whatever."

Emily signed her note,

"XXX,

Your Muff"

Muff? That was Zach and Lila's jokey private term of endearment. It made them laugh because it was cheesy and applied to both of them. Zach, Lila's stud muffin, and Lila, well, you can probably figure out what Zach meant when he called her his muffin.

Part 4

"Okay, Zach? Ready to get this thing going?" Emily asked as Zach put Lila's note down. "You think you can give me your undivided attention for the next several hours?"

"Attention's what we're going to focus on today. And concentration. Your thinking's going around in circles. I want to teach you techniques to break the cycle by concentrating on something else."

"Sounds like just what the doctor ordered, Emily," Zach replied with a big grin. "You've got my full attention now."

"Great, Zach. First thing I want is for you to relax. Imagine you're watching a ball game on t.v. while you're sitting on that settee. Sprawl out and get comfortable just the way you would while you watch a game."

"Open those legs up, lie back, imagine you've got a cold beer in your hand. Think you can do that?"

"I need you to shake off formality. Take that jacket off and toss it aside. We're going to work out tension and help you refocus energy. It's been bottled up in that circle you and Lila keep going around in."

Zach really did loosen up, visibly so, as he shucked the dress jacket, opened his legs, and sprawled out on the settee. He could feel a lot of tension he'd been carrying around start to loosen its grip. Something about Emily was definitely therapeutic. He could already feel it.

She was like a magnet pulling filings to itself, siphoning off stress as she sat smiling across from him, watching him settle in. She could see that Zach's focus was redirecting itself to something other than his and Lila's unanswered questions.

It was directing itself to her, in fact. That's exactly what she had planned. Get that hot young stud to relax, stop cycling through obsessive thoughts, and the session would

really

get started.

"Okay, now that you're making yourself at home -- I can see that happen as your body releases tension, Zach -- I want you to start focusing attention on something new. Here's what we're going to do now."

As Emily said this, she slowly began undoing the buttons from the top of her tight dress down to her waist. "We're going to get you focusing on something I'm pretty sure you'll enjoy concentrating on. Women know when a man's undressing us with his eyes. We know when guys are looking at our face but really imagining us naked."

"What I'm going to do now is help you redirect your attention to something I think you really want to focus on." As she said that, Emily pulled the two sides of her unbuttoned dress apart and showed Zach something they both knew he'd been fantasizing about from the first time he met her, her spectacular tits.

Zach had been right. She wasn't wearing a bra under that skin-tight dress.

"Here's something I really want you to concentrate on, Zach. Think about what you'd like to do to these beauties. Think about what you want your fingers to do" -- as she said that, Emily began teasing her prominent pink nipples with the tips of her fingers, pulling on them and tweaking them so that they stood out like succulent rose-colored gumdrops -- "or what you want your lips and tongue to do."

"Think you can do that, Zach? Let's work on this concentration exercise a few minutes. I'll show you what I enjoy doing to my tits when I play with them and what I love a man to do, and you watch and imagine you're the one teasing my nipples."

Zach could not believe his eyes and ears. He couldn't believe this was happening, that this was therapy, therapy he and Lila had signed up for. Couldn't believe Lila was totally on board with this.

He couldn't believe his damned luck, getting to see Emily's amazing tits. Tits he'd imagined spending time with over and over from the moment he laid eyes on her. If this wasn't a therapy session, he'd have his cock out and be jacking it as he watched this amazing scene unfold. He wouldn't be able to help himself.

Just as Zach thought that, like she could read his mind, Emily said, "I just used the word 'tits,' Zach, and you'll remember I told you in our first meeting that in this office we don't talk about penises and vaginas. We have cocks or dicks and pussies or cunts."

"I want you to know that I'm completely aware that your cock is hard as you watch me play with my tits. That's totally normal. You're a red-blooded man and heterosexual men spend 90% of their waking hours thinking about women, about women's tits and asses and pussies."

"As you concentrate on what I'm doing with my tits, I also want you to focus attention to your cock. I want you to think about how your dick is reacting to seeing my tits for the first time, about what your dick wants to do with my tits. And when we reach that point, with my pussy."

"Think you can do that? Keep him in your pants for now. But in a minute, we'll have him out and start doing some more direct concentration exercises with him."

"Remember, Lila and I discussed this therapy session. What we're doing now has her absolute approval." As Emily said that, she stood up and began slowly unbuttoning more buttons.

And then the next stage of the therapy got started.

Part 5

Here's what Emily did next. After she had unbuttoned a few more buttons but not enough to let her dress fall open completely, she walked over to the settee, her gorgeous breasts with their excited nipples swaying as she walked. She knew she was giving Zach a show. As she fully intended...

She sat down next to Zach, turned to face him, and said, "Let's concentrate now on what your fingers and mouth can do. These tits are begging for your attention. And remember: I want you to keep focusing on how your cock is paying attention, too. Tits, cock: turn your attention to them and away from those obsessive recycling thoughts. Got it?"

"Yes, ma'am. Sure do," Zach shot back, and immediately attacked Emily's amazing breasts. Attacked. Devoured. Mauled. Nibbled. Hard to land on one verb when all applied. His tongue, lips, fingers couldn't get enough of teasing them, tasting them.

And when his fingers weren't toying with Emily's nipples, his hands were, it goes without saying, playing all over her half-nude body and under her dress. In his head, he'd been doing this for days now. The reality of actually doing it was almost too much for him to take in.

Zach ran his fingers up and down Emily's neck, into her thick honey-colored hair, down her back and along her sides, caressing, playing as they explored. As a mature woman with a svelte, lush figure, Emily was virgin territory for Zach. So to speak. This was territory he fully intended to get to know well.

Lila was wonderful, but an invitation to get to know another woman, when he'd only been with Lila? Hell, yeah. He only hoped he wouldn't disgrace himself by shooting in his pants before he could get his cock out and doing everything was aching to do with Emily.

Zach's hands went from caressing her beautiful exposed sides and waist to exploring her voluptuous ass still covered by her dress. Then they naturally wanted to wander down to the garden of delight between her legs. But as soon as his fingers began to range there, Emily stopped him.

"Let's leave her alone for now," she said. "When your cock comes out, there'll be time, lots of it, I'm hoping, for your cock and my pussy to get well acquainted. Speaking of that..."

Emily then stood in front of Zach and slowly, sensuously released the final buttons on her dress, smiling and looking Zach right in the eyes as she let the dress fall in front of the settee. She gave Zach a moment to drink in the sight he'd been imagining for days as he undressed her in his head.

Zach was bowled over to see that Emily wasn't shaved, that she had a beautiful adornment of hair the same honey color as the hair on her head. This was a whole new world for him to explore, a natural pussy. He intended to spend lots of time doing that.

Then she walked slowly behind the settee, leaned to place her cheek beside Zach's so he could feel her hair against his face and smell its fragrance, and whispered, "Let's take this concentration exercise in a new direction. You've seen what I've got. It's time for me to look at you."

"I want you to take those pants off, shirt, too, then sit back down on the settee. We're both going to focus for a while on that amazing dick I've heard so much about from Lila. You on board with that? I know it's stiff as a board and would enjoy some fresh air."

Zach didn't hesitate. Two could play the striptease game, he thought. He slowly got to his feet and began unbuttoning his shirt, shucking it with teasing delays, grinning at Emily as he teased her. Then he unbuckled his belt and stopped. "You really want to see this bad boy? You're a bad girl, aren't you?" he asked Emily.

"Get those pants off right now, Zach, and let's get this stage of therapy going," Emily replied, laughing. After pulling his belt out loop by loop, agonizingly slowly, and dropping it on the floor, Zach then drew his zipper down bit by bit, grinning at Emily all the while. When his pants were off and on the floor, he finally showed her what she had been longing to see, drawing his boxers off and discarding them.

"Yep, that's worth concentrating on, Zach. I want you to sit back again, legs spread wide, head against the back of the settee, and close your eyes now."

When Zach had complied with Emily's instructions and she had once again placed her cheek next to his as she learned over him, she said, "Think about this now. I'm focusing on that beautiful swollen cockhead of yours."

"Can you imagine what I'm going to do to it when we introduce it to my cunt? I want you to concentrate on what you're feeling right now in that swollen, leaking big cockhead as you fantasize about me and what we're going to do."

Instinctively, Zach's hand reached out to give his throbbing pecker a little relief by stroking it. Emily immediately reacted: "No way. Keep that hand away from that dick. We're both going to concentrate on it now like it's the only thing in the world. But we're not going to touch it. Not yet."

"Can you feel the energy gathering there, Zach, in that head? What do you want to do with it when we move to our next level of therapy? What do you want me to do with it? Any ideas?"

"Shit, Emily, you're killing me here," Zach groaned. "You know damned well what I want to do with this cock and its big head. Why are you making me spell it out?"

"I'm trying to get you to divert attention to something besides that circle of thoughts spinning around in your mind, Zach. I'm teaching you that the brain is the biggest sex organ of all. I know you've wanted to fuck me from the moment you met me. I've wanted the same."

"And I know you've thought about what you'd do to me and what I'd do to you, if we ever got together. You've probably jacked that gorgeous dick off while you've fantasized about that, haven't you? I'm giving you a chance to verbalize those thoughts to build our excitement as we reach the final stage of today's session."

"I'll say this, Emily, and hope you can hear what I'm saying. My fucking nuts are about to bust. If I don't do something with this cock soon, I'll cum just sitting here listening to your dirty talk."

"You've got me so worked up with that and your tits and seeing that hairy pussy. I've been hard and leaking so long I'm about to nut. I need to put this motherfucking dick someplace now before that happens."

Part 6

Do I need to spell out what happened next? Okay, if you insist.

Emily walked around the settee, took Zach's hand to help him up, and then walked him to the bedroom I mentioned previously that was off her office. As she did that, she took hold of his thick erection, touching it for the first time, and said, "We're going to put him to use now. He'll get some relief. Okay?"

Zach could only nod in silence.

As they got to the bed and Emily pulled back its covers, both tumbled into it, eager to feel their naked bodies against each other for the first time. Words giving way to language of tongues, lips, exploring fingertips...

For Zach, what was entirely new, of course, was Emily's hairy cunt. Virgin territory he was eager to explore, and which he needed to spend time in to back down his urgency to cum... After the two had held each other tight, body clasped to body, mouths meeting with hot desire, hands caressing new terrain of new bodies, Zach turned his attention to the wonderland that lay between Emily's legs.

At first, his exploration was almost scientific, almost academic. Everything that was open and exposed with Lila's shaved pussy was hidden with Emily's. Wet furrows and clefts needed to be teased out with fingers and tongue, Zach quickly found. The novelty of this entirely new pussy was tantalizing, he quickly realized.

Because the only woman he'd been with so far had been Lila, there was so much new to learn with another woman, he was discovering -- and he enjoyed the learning. He was eager to fathom new mysteries concealed inside this alluring covering of soft hair.

For her part, Emily was delighted to be Zach's new wonderland to explore. She loved how he looked closely, as if he was studying something new, how he took time to trace her contours and valleys with his fingertips and tongue, as if he were experiencing the delights of a woman for the first time.

She loved how he obviously relished the scent of her excitement, how he teased her by parting her inner lips, blowing softly and warmly on her vaginal opening as his tongue played with it. She loved the skillful way in which he drew moisture from her hot tunnel with his fingertips and used it to caress and explore all the contours of her eager pussy.

She also loved how he watched her face carefully for cues, to learn what excited her. It didn't escape her attention, either, how he was teasing her by deliberately avoiding her clit as he licked and fingered every other part of her hot pussy. He was, as Lila had told her, a skilled learner, one who needed and wanted to learn more about pleasing women.