Page 42 of Therapy Session: Session Two
I stood and scanned the area for Breeze. I saw her sitting at the bar. When I did, she looked in my direction, and I subtly tilted my head toward the door so we could go. Then I walked over to my sister and told her I was leaving. She tried to fight me on it until I told her that I would bring her birthday gift to her tomorrow. Then magically, she was okay with letting me go.
I walked out of the club, over to the valet, and handed him my ticket. He disappeared around the side of the building and then came back with my truck. Just as he was handing me the keys,I could hear the music inside the club get louder, meaning that someone had just walked out the door, and it was Breeze.
“Here,” I said as I handed her the keys to my truck. Her eyebrow rose in confusion.
“I’ve been drinking, you drive,” I said as she nodded and took the keys and walked around to the driver's side of the truck and hopped in. Before we pulled away from the curb, she leaned forward, took off her shoes, placed them between my legs on the floor, adjusted the seat and mirror, and then started driving.
I entered my address into the GPS and reclined the seat.
“How you been, B?” I asked.
“I guess I’ve been good. What about you?”
“Shit, I’m better now,” I admitted. She laughed and shook her head. We stopped at a red light; the glow from it came through the window and shone down on her, and I could see that she was nervously chewing her lip.
“Have the terms of your marriage changed? You not doing some shit you don’t have no business?” I asked. It hadn’t crossed my mind when she agreed to come to my house, but I had to check.
“Not at all. It’s just that every time I feel like we’ve finally closed the chapter, we cross paths again. How is it that I haven’t seen you all this time, and all of a sudden, we bump into each other at the one place neither of us ever is?” She laughed and exhaled.
I leaned up and snaked my hands between her legs. I didn’t even have to touch her pussy, just brushed my thumb across the inside of her thigh. Her breathing hitched, and she cut her eyes at me.
“Q, you know this is the last time that we’re going to see each other, right? For real this time. It’s got to be,” She groaned.
I leaned over to her, hand inching closer to her middle, placing soft kisses on her cheek.
I pushed her thighs apart, and a low moan escaped her lips. Tracing her opening, I rubbed her clit slowly.
“So, it’s the last time, right?” I asked as I continued to rain kisses along the side of her face.
“Y-yes!” She whined.
I chuckled. “Then you better fuck me good tonight, B,” I said as I removed my hand and sat back against the passenger seat.
It was just past midnight, and the roads were almost empty. She drove in silence, probably lost in her thoughts. Breeze had the best pussy that I had ever had, but I knew what this was when we started it. Drunk or not, I wasn’t in a position to talk her out of any decision that she made.
She pulled up to my townhouse, and the garage opened as she eased into it and silenced the engine. She paused for a second, glanced at me, and shook her head. We both feel the same way about how we always end up right back here.
Once the truck was off, I closed the garage door, and we got out. I took a couple of steps, and before I realized that she wasn’t walking behind me.
I still had her shoes in my hand while she stood frozen in place and just stared at me.
“Are you going to carry me, Quentin?” She smirked as she waited for me to come over and get her.
I carried her through the door and into the family room of my house. Her eyes scanned every inch like she was conducting an investigation.
“What you looking for?” I questioned her as I threw my keys on the counter and waited for her to answer.
“I don’t really know. Signs of life, a wig or a baby bottle.”
I shook my head at her and went upstairs, leaving her to conduct her sweep of my place. She came behind me a second after. I guess I passed inspection.
Now, in my bedroom, I started undressing. I had only been in the club for a little more than two hours, but I still smelled like a mixture of smoke and perfume.
Breeze sat on the edge of my bed and typed away on her phone.
“Let’s go shower, B,” I bypassed her, grabbed her a towel and a rag, then went to the shower and turned it on.
I stepped into the shower and turned to see her coming into the bathroom fully naked. My eyes raked her body, and my dick stiffened. Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen her fine ass in a while, but she has definitely gotten thicker.
