totally meta

chapter 35

Henry walked into Dr. Harris's house, still thinking about the events of the day. He wasn't sure what to expect tonight. He knew their relationship was heading in a more serious direction, but he hadn't anticipated how quickly things could change after their discussion about being open with each other.

Dr. Harris poured herself another glass of wine and slumped onto the couch with a relaxed sigh. "I guess I needed this," she said, flashing Henry a small, playful smile. "Long day. You don't drink, do you?"

Henry shook his head with a grin. "I don't. Not that it would matter much with the way my metabolism works."

She chuckled at that, the sound warm and inviting, as she rested her head back against the couch. After a few minutes of quiet, comfortable conversation, Henry noticed the mood subtly shifting. Dr. Harris scooted closer, her hand resting on his thigh as she looked at him intently, a slight flush in her cheeks. He could tell she'd had a bit to drink, but her gaze was sharp, her mind seemingly clear.

"I've been thinking about what we talked about before," Dr. Harris murmured, leaning in, her lips inches from his. "You know... about taking things further."

Henry froze for a moment, caught off guard by how quickly the atmosphere had changed. This wasn't exactly what he had imagined for the moment, but he didn't stop her. In fact, there was a part of him that didn't want to. His heart pounded as she moved closer, kissing him softly. He kissed her back, feeling a strange mix of excitement and nerves. Then Dr. Haris took off her shirt.

Dr. Harris pulled back, her hand trailing up his chest. "Are you okay with this?" she asked, her voice softer now, more serious. "I don't want to do anything you're not ready for."

Henry hesitated, feeling a rush of conflicting emotions. But deep down, he knew he was ready. They had talked about this before, both agreeing to take things slowly until the time was right. He'd thought a lot about it since then, and while he was definitely nervous, he wasn't scared. Not with her.

"I am," Henry said, meeting her gaze. "I want this... with you."

Dr. Harris studied him for a moment longer before nodding. "Good." She glanced at her purse, which had tumbled off the couch, a few condoms spilling out. She gave a small laugh, shaking her head. "We should use these."

Her level-headedness in that moment reassured Henry. She wasn't rushing things; she was still thinking clearly. Even with the wine, she was taking precautions, making sure they were being responsible.

Henry laughed nervously, as he felt the cold latex being pulled over his dick. but it helped to ease the tension. Dr. Harris moved carefully, still making sure he was comfortable. As things continued, Henry found himself letting go of the awkwardness, focused more on the connection they were sharing.

In the middle of everything, Dr. Harris paused again, her breath coming in soft, warm puffs against his skin. "Are you sure you're ready?" she asked again, her hand resting gently on his chest.

"Yeah," Henry whispered, giving her a small smile. "I am."

With that final reassurance, Dr. Harris continued, both of them fully aware of their actions, fully in control. Despite the unexpectedness of it all, Henry felt more connected to her than he ever had before. They had crossed a line, but it was one they'd both wanted to cross together.

Dr. Harris sat on him, legs open. She moaned with pleasure as Henry's dick entered her. It was a bit tight and awkward at first but it loosened up as she continued to sit there, Henry starting to thrust his thighs up causing his dick to go back and forth inside of her.

"Yes, yes, yes! Don't stop!" She shouted as it continued until eventually she climaxed and they fell over on the couch.

Afterward, they lay beside each other in a comfortable silence, the weight of what had happened settling in. It wasn't awkward or rushed—just the natural next step in their relationship, something they'd both been ready for.

Henry turned his head to look at her. "Are you okay?"

Dr. Harris smiled, her eyes half-closed. "Yeah," she whispered. "I'm more than okay."

They shared a quiet laugh, the tension between them gone, replaced by something deeper. Something stronger.