Chapter 9: Grant
I hadn’t heard a peep from next door all week and I knew I’d have to go back into my next session and apologize, but dammit, she worked me up.
I walked to her door and knocked hoping she’d let me in and not turn me away and tell me to find someone else. Halle had asked me how things had gone and I’d lied about it, but hopefully I’d make things right and we could continue on. If this was the only way I’d get to see her or be a part of her life, I’d take it and I cringed inside knowing I felt that way. I was breaking weak for her.
“Hello, Grant. Come on in.” She gestured for me to sit on the couch again and this time I took the middle cushion hoping if I put some distance between us, things would end better. She wore her thick dark hair up in a messy bun and the tight knee-length skirt she wore with the plum-colored blouse made her look every bit like a naughty librarian. Even the glasses were an added turn on and I’d never seen her wear those before.
She lingered at the door. “Can I get you some coffee? Tea? Water?”
“Coffee is good, thanks.”
“How do you take it?”
“Any way you want to bring it.” The words left my mouth before I could think about them because I wasn’t that particular about my coffee. I could drink it any way, but I didn’t want her to think I was coming off as fresh again. “I mean, surprise me, I’m not picky.”
She smiled and turned away as I thought my recovery wasn’t any better. I couldn’t believe I was more nervous this time than the last, but before I didn’t know what I knew now. That she’d watched me having sex for ten solid minutes and I had a pretty good idea that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.
She returned and handed me a cup of coffee and I sipped it. “Sugar and cream?”
She smiled. “Yes, I thought you might like a little something sweet considering how bitter our last session went.” Before I could interrupt she held up a hand. “Let’s start with a fresh slate.”
“That sounds fair.”
“So, considering what we did discuss last week, do you feel you use sex as a crutch in place of grieving?” Her deep green eyes penetrated mine from behind her frames as she waited for a response.
“No, I grieved my wife. I look at it as a way to move on. A hobby, if you will. I mean, some men build things, others go fishing or play sports. I like sex.” I paused a moment waiting for her to ask another question, but she tilted her head as if waiting for more. “My wife and I had Halle when we were so young and we didn’t really have time to live or experiment or find out what made us tick. I hadn’t ever had sex with anyone other than my wife for all those years, so I guess it’s a way that I can finally live a little. Do something I’ve never done.”
“So you weren’t ever with anyone but your wife?”
“Well, I never cheated on her and since we were so young when we met and got together, I’d only been with two other women.”
“How many women have you been with now?” Her head cocked to the side and she kept her expression unreadable. I had a feeling she was deliberately keeping things professional because of how bad the last session went.
“I don’t know. I don’t keep count.” Her eyes blinked a few times and then she shook her head. “Sorry, I must sound like a real slut.” I stifled a laugh and raked my hand through my hair. This wasn’t going anything like before and I wasn’t as comfortable with her. She seemed to be a different person.
“Does it make you feel like a slut to have so many partners? Does it ever get to you or do you think you should stop?”
“No. I don’t really do it for emotions, I do it for release. So I don’t really care if it’s frowned upon. I’m not doing anything wrong. I don’t pay for sex, I don’t force myself on anyone, things are completely consensual between adults.”
“And you set moral limits as well.” She tacked on to my list like she was getting the picture clearer than before.
“Right. Does it bother you?”
“Does it bother me that you’re promiscuous? No. Do you want it to bother me?” Her tone was different from before and I’d just about had enough of it.
“You seem bothered.”
“Do I?” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way.
“Yes, it’s almost like you’re trying too hard to be professional. I mean, even the hair and glasses are different.”
She let out a frustrated breath and removed her glasses. “Does this help?”
“Not if you can’t see without them. But this might.” I edged myself closer to her and reached back to remove the clip from her hair. Her wavy, chestnut hair spilled down her shoulders and the scent wafted around me making me instantly hard.
Her face was but a breath away and it wouldn’t take more than a slight move to kiss her. “Are you happy now?”
“You’re beautiful, Katherine. You’ve always been beautiful.” I sat back a bit, still close enough to touch her. “I remember that time you came to the island with us. You were so quiet and plain, but I could see that you were a real natural beauty beneath the insecurities. You surprised me when you backed out on that zip line adventure. I remember strapping you into that harness, so close to you, so awkwardly fumbling for your straps and making sure you were snug, and it took so damned long. Then you looked up at me with those big green eyes and said you didn’t want to do it.” I laughed remembering my wife’s expression. “I’d finally gotten you buckled in and then you backed out.”
“I felt bad because of that too.”
“I wondered if you’d ever regret not going.” I met her stare and it was quiet for a moment. “Have you ever let yourself jump, Katherine? Have you ever taken a chance or done something you knew was wrong or bad for you, just to prove you could.” I hadn’t noticed how close I was to her again until she spoke.
“I’m not the only one with limits, Mr. Roberts. Her breath was warm against my cheek. The name was used as a shield and I knew it. Just like the hair and glasses had been an attempt for me to see her as more professional. Her voice was a soft whisper. “We’re here to talk about you.”
I didn’t want to upset her into ending another session, so I sat back, keeping my arm down to hide my throbbing erection. I wanted her so bad that it ached and I was rethinking my own rules to justify seducing her. It wasn’t like I’d known well all these years. She wasn’t exactly my daughter’s age and she was much more fucking mature. To make matters worse, she tugged at her collar again and then loosened the tie on her blouse.
“You want me to be honest with you, Katherine?”
She fixed her gaze on me and I took a deep breath of courage. “You make me want to push my limits. Every fucking one of them.”
Her breath hitched and she cleared her throat. “How does that make you feel?”
“Hard.” Her gaze dropped to my lap and her eyes widened as she bit her lip and smiled.
“Are you trying to shock me, Grant? Because I think you like to. I think you like to tease me knowing that I’m against your rules in more ways than one.”
“I’m not trying to tease you at all. You want to know what’s in my head, and I’m telling you and your whole playing it professional act didn’t work either, I called that bluff.”
She leaned forward and glanced down in regards to my cock which was bulging so tight against my pants that I could almost hear it begging to be free. “You should be careful, Mr. Roberts. One day I might call your bluff.”