THERAPY
When I woke the next morning, I feared awkwardness between the two of us. I eased out of bed, slipping on my robe. Rubbing my eyes, I stood at the counter waiting for the coffee pot to pony up the dough and spit out a cup I could drink.
Coffee finally in hand, I retreated to the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket. I wasn’t cold, or embarrassed, it was just for comfort. I enjoyed curling up with my first cup of the day, especially on the weekend when I could take my time and enjoy it.
I snickered when I thought about the changes that had taken place in such a short time. I went from Ms. Innocent to having my first lesbian experience and was hours away from my first “treatment” by a sex therapist.
“Are you laughing at a blank TV?” Olivia asked.
“No,” I snickered. “There’s coffee in the kitchen. I got a cup out for you already.”
“Thanks!”
Don’t be awkward. Don’t be awkward. Be normal. Don’t be awkward.
She returned with her coffee, in her birthday suit. Awkward .
“I have other robes,” I offered.
“I didn’t just want to dig through your stuff, and I’m too hung over to find my clothes.”
Before she could say more, I took the blanket off and ran to the bedroom to get her a robe. I wanted her to be comfortable and staring at her naked body, which I’m sure I would have done, was not going to do us any good.
I found a pink fluffy robe in my closet and brought it to her.
“Thank you,” she said as she shrugged it on and tied it closed. “So are you going to tell me why you were laughing?”
“Nothing really, just never…” I sipped at my coffee while I searched for the words. “My sex life was boring while I was married and non-existent since my divorce. Now I sit here just having had sex with a woman for the first time and I have to clean up to go see a sex therapist. It’s a bit of a jump.”
Olivia twirled the rope to her robe in her fingers. “Are you okay with what happened last night?”
“Oh my god, are you worrying about that?” My mouth hung open.
“A little.”
“Please don’t. I needed that in the worst way. As long as we can be professional at work and everything and you understand I’m not looking for any sort of relationship. Your work life is solid even if we never ever do this again.” I felt awful that she was worrying.
Her shoulders relaxed and she tilted her head back.
I wanted to say more, but thought better of it.
“Are you still nervous about your appointment tonight?”
Olivia wanted to help, that much was clear. But I didn’t know how I felt. I didn’t know if talking about this with her would hurt whatever Linda had planned for me.
“I’m a little apprehensive, but that is true for anything new I try. I’ll be fine. Thanks to you.” I grinned at her.
We lounged with our coffee, watching the news, had brunch delivered and before I knew it, it was time to get ready for my appointment. After a shower and shave, Olivia helped me choose a comfortable yet cute outfit to wear to my appointment.
I considered turning around several times on the way to Linda’s office. But I wanted to be sexually liberated, educated and free. I wanted to be sexy and confident and I knew I needed help to get there.
In the waiting room were six other people. Surely, this was a scheduling error. Most of the people in the room looked as uncomfortable and nervous as I was feeling.
Linda called us all as a group to follow her. We walked down a hallway to a door. When she opened the door, we all paused. The room was rather large with three beds and a handful of big cozy looking chairs.
“Everyone take a seat,” she demanded. “Now you’re all here for the same reason. Each of you is sexually repressed, inexperienced or uneducated. You wish to be better, more successful lovers.” She rolled a cart out from the
When I woke the next morning, I feared awkwardness between the two of us. I eased out of bed, slipping on my robe. Rubbing my eyes, I stood at the counter waiting for the coffee pot to pony up the dough and spit out a cup I could drink.
Coffee finally in hand, I retreated to the couch, wrapping myself in a blanket. I wasn’t cold, or embarrassed, it was just for comfort. I enjoyed curling up with my first cup of the day, especially on the weekend when I could take my time and enjoy it.
I snickered when I thought about the changes that had taken place in such a short time. I went from Ms. Innocent to having my first lesbian experience and was hours away from my first “treatment” by a sex therapist.
“Are you laughing at a blank TV?” Olivia asked.
“No,” I snickered. “There’s coffee in the kitchen. I got a cup out for you already.”
“Thanks!”
Don’t be awkward. Don’t be awkward. Be normal. Don’t be awkward.
She returned with her coffee, in her birthday suit. Awkward .
“I have other robes,” I offered.
“I didn’t just want to dig through your stuff, and I’m too hung over to find my clothes.”
Before she could say more, I took the blanket off and ran to the bedroom to get her a robe. I wanted her to be comfortable and staring at her naked body, which I’m sure I would have done, was not going to do us any good.
I found a pink fluffy robe in my closet and brought it to her.
“Thank you,” she said as she shrugged it on and tied it closed. “So are you going to tell me why you were laughing?”
“Nothing really, just never…” I sipped at my coffee while I searched for the words. “My sex life was boring while I was married and non-existent since my divorce. Now I sit here just having had sex with a woman for the first time and I have to clean up to go see a sex therapist. It’s a bit of a jump.”
Olivia twirled the rope to her robe in her fingers. “Are you okay with what happened last night?”
“Oh my god, are you worrying about that?” My mouth hung open.
“A little.”
“Please don’t. I needed that in the worst way. As long as we can be professional at work and everything and you understand I’m not looking for any sort of relationship. Your work life is solid even if we never ever do this again.” I felt awful that she was worrying.
Her shoulders relaxed and she tilted her head back.
I wanted to say more, but thought better of it.
“Are you still nervous about your appointment tonight?”
Olivia wanted to help, that much was clear. But I didn’t know how I felt. I didn’t know if talking about this with her would hurt whatever Linda had planned for me.
“I’m a little apprehensive, but that is true for anything new I try. I’ll be fine. Thanks to you.” I grinned at her.
We lounged with our coffee, watching the news, had brunch delivered and before I knew it, it was time to get ready for my appointment. After a shower and shave, Olivia helped me choose a comfortable yet cute outfit to wear to my appointment.
I considered turning around several times on the way to Linda’s office. But I wanted to be sexually liberated, educated and free. I wanted to be sexy and confident and I knew I needed help to get there.
In the waiting room were six other people. Surely, this was a scheduling error. Most of the people in the room looked as uncomfortable and nervous as I was feeling.
Linda called us all as a group to follow her. We walked down a hallway to a door. When she opened the door, we all paused. The room was rather large with three beds and a handful of big cozy looking chairs.
“Everyone take a seat,” she demanded. “Now you’re all here for the same reason. Each of you is sexually repressed, inexperienced or uneducated. You wish to be better, more successful lovers.” She rolled a cart out from the
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