Page 151 of Rather: The Therapist

I ended the call and waited for the garage door to lift. It wasn’t long before she appeared behind it, waiting near the garage door for me to enter. I killed the engine and stepped out, finally succumbing to the exhaustion of the full day I’d had.

I stopped a few feet short of Rather. She was in her best even when she slept. Beige slippers covered her feet. The same color pants and shirt covered the rest of her body. Pushed up over her forehead was a matching mask for her eyes. Her hair was wrapped around a big contraption that started at the center of her head and ended near her neck.

She’s truly a figment of my wild imagination. If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear she was made up.

The two drinks I’d consumed at Lust coupled with the one I had on the plane combined to give me a pleasurable buzz. I could feel the silly smile on my face, but couldn’t wipe it away if I tried. But, I had no reason to. Not with Rather standing before me.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” I responded, taking strides to reach her.

She held out her hand, convincing me to grab hold. I followed her toward the door. She shut off the garage light just as we entered her home.

Quietly, she led me into the kitchen. We stopped near the fridge where she retrieved a bottle of water. I leaned against the counter and expanded my limbs. Her body fit perfectly between my legs.

She untwisted the cap and placed the tip of the bottle against my lips. I opened up, allowing her to pour water into my mouth. After a few seconds, she lowered it, waiting for me to consume what she’d already given.

When she felt like I was ready again, she continued. Twice more, she repeated the same steps. The empty bottle crumbled as she tossed it in the recycling bin.

“Better?”

I nodded, pulling her closer. I couldn’t help but wrap her up in my arms.

“Mmmm.” My body released a satisfying moan when I felt her in my palms again.

“I’m tired, baby.”

“I know,” I responded.

“Come on.”

She stepped back and took my hand, again. Like a lovesick puppy, I followed behind her until we reached the bedroom where she got rid of my jacket. My shirt was next. Neatly, she folded it and laid it on the ottoman beside us. She unfastened my belt and jeans before pushing them both down my legs. I stepped out of them as she eased them out of my way.

Rather was the first in bed. She pulled me down onto the mattress with her. And, instead of wrapping her in my arms. It was her arms I was wrapped in. I wouldn’t protest. It was, undoubtedly, the best feeling in the world. There was no place I’d rather be.

Pressed against her chest with her legs and arms holding me as close to her as was physically possible, I found the peace I was in pursuit of.

Sunlight greeted me with kisses on the face. The brightness reminded me why Rather slept with a mask covering her eyes. No longer was I wrapped in those long arms of hers, permanently documenting her scent in my brain.

Instinctively, I slid my hand across the bed, expecting to find a cool, empty space. To my surprise, it was Rather’s frame I encountered. I pulled my eyelids apart, eager to greet her. Blurriness blinded me momentarily. When I finally regained my vision and got a glimpse of her, Rather was staring back at me.

“Good morning,” cheerfully, she chortled.

“Good morning.”

I didn’t recognize my voice. I’d raised it so many times last night so that I was heard over the music, I’d stressed my vocal cords.

“What time is it?”

She slid down while pushing the covers back. In one swift motion, she released my dick from my briefs. It was hard as a missile anticipating take-off.

“Even if there’s someplace you have to be right now, you won’t make it. At least not for the next few minutes.”

She’d made it clear I was stuck with her for as long as she wanted me and I couldn’t protest.

Spuh!

She hawked a load of spit on the tip of my dick. My chest caved. That pretty face of hers split to accommodate me, solidifying her claims. I wasn’t going any fucking where.

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