Page 34 of Therapy Session: Session Two
Had I known that was all it took for me to get a pina colada around here, maybe I would have tried that sooner.
Q pushed the door of the villa open, and we walked in. Before I even crossed the threshold, I was taking off my heels. It was the last night of the weekend and tomorrow evening I would be on a plane heading back to my real life.
Shareese walked over to the bar area, got three cups, and started making drinks with the pineapple juice in the fridge.
“I knew asking Shareese to come was a good idea,” I joked with Q, who shook his head as I accepted the glass from her, and he did the same.
We walked over to the villa's sitting area and sat down. I sat next to Quentin on the chair, and Shareese sat on the coffee table across from us. Again, the conversation flowed seamlessly while we had cup after cup.
Shareese excused herself from the conversation and disappeared into the back room. When she came back, she was in only a silk robe and slippers, cup still in her hand.She sat back on the table, legs crossed in the same manner that she had earlier. But it was something about the way she did it that had suddenly changed the air. Quentin stopped mid-sentence when she came back out and sat down. He watched her intently and then set his cup on the end table.
Leaning forward, placing his elbows on his knees, he said, “Sha, you came out like you were ready to perform. What’s up?”
She didn’t say a word, just stood again, and disappeared into the back room. When she came back out, she had a rose vibrator in her hand. She sat down, braced one of her feet on the coffee table, clicked the button, and placed it over her clit.
Her eyes were locked on Q, while she made slow circles. She moaned lowly as she rubbed the toy back and forth, teasing herself.
I could see Quentin’s dick getting harder by the second as he watched. I reached over and rubbed it through the material of his pants as I looked. The scene was erotic, Shareese was gorgeous, and I would be lying if I said I wasn’t turned on by watching.
She continued to hold the toy against her middle, her moans increasing by the second. Quentin slid to the end of the sofa and got closer but didn’t touch her.
“Tell me what you’re feeling, Sha,” he coached.
“Like I need you to finish…”
“Nah, baby. Show me how you make that pussy cum when you're by yourself,” He chuckled as he continued to watch her.
Her moans increased as he continued to talk her through it.
“I’m…close…” she panted breathlessly.
The tequila that we had drunk went straight to my pussy. Because I was turned on beyond belief. Probably more than Ihad ever been by just the act of him bringing her to an orgasm without lifting a finger.
“Damn, just like that, Sha, cum for me,” he said as she moaned loudly, and I could literally see her contracting as she cried through a release.
Finally, her head fell back, and she turned the rose off and placed it on the table. Q stood and picked her up.
I had no objections; I was enjoying the show.
“Come on, B,” he called over his shoulder as he took her upstairs. I stood and walked up the stairs behind them. The tequila was having a stronger effect now that I was standing.By the time that I made it upstairs, which was only a couple of seconds after them, Shareese was already straddling his face.
I bypassed them and went to take off my dress and the jewelry that I was wearing. Then I grabbed a robe of my own and went back into the room. Shareese was loud; her moans were echoing off the walls.
He flipped her over so that she was on her back and sat on his knees. He took off his shirt and then slipped out of his pants.
“Breeze, come here,” he said as he turned toward me.
I walked over to the edge of the bed, and he reached his hand out to me. “Take that off, baby.” He said as he pulled the tie of the robe that I was wearing.
Now fully naked, he guided me into the center, and I was just about to lie beside Shareese.
“Uh uh, come here.” His eyes darkened as my brows furrowed. I was already as close as I was going to get.
I was confused until he said, “lie on top of Sha.” I looked at him with a look of protest. I’ve always prided myself on not being one of those drunks who just throw caution to the wind. I was always still very much aware of anything that I did while drinking.
“Do what I said, B,” He doubled down. I hesitated, but I trusted Q and even Shareese. This entire time, they hadn’tdone anything I told them that I wasn’t comfortable with. Even though Shareese made it clear to me that she was attracted to me, once I told her it was off the table, she didn’t persist. I felt safe in this space. Safe enough to do whatever he asked me to. So, I did….
I threw one leg over Shareese’s waist and sat on her midsection. I could feel him push the middle of my back so that I could lean forward. She and I were face-to-face, and then she moaned. I’m assuming he started to fuck her.
