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.
