Page 137 of Rather: The Therapist

Smack.

Smack.

Smack.

Our bodies collided, sounding around us.

“Yes. Yes. Yesss.”

Smack.

Smack.

“Goddamn,” Priest fussed, “Goddamn.”

Smack.

Smack.

The way he was fucking me, the way he was feeding me dick, it should’ve been deemed illegal. I closed my eyes, chasing the high he was promising with menacing strokes and the sound of his voice. Together, they were leading me closer to euphoria.

“That’s it, dear. That’s it. Arch that back and get yours.”

Priest paid such close attention to detail. I was mounting and he understood it clearly. He knew how it sounded. How it felt. And, what that looked like for me. And, it wasn’t until my body caved and everything around me blackened that he succumbed to his own ending.

Saturday came and though I’d promised Priest a full day of activities, there was nothing I wanted to do more than hug the sheets with my body pressed against his. The horses he’d told me about on several occasions were as dreamy as he’d described. We spent most of the day taking them out for walks, one after the other.

Dinner was served at seven sharp. This time, it wasn’t Princeton who chose our meal. And, it wasn’t Priest who did the bulk of the work. I forced him out of the kitchen and into the living room for rest and relaxation while Princeton and I deepened our connection over medium-well steak, garlic potatoes, and broccoli. The meal was simple, but hearty. We all went to bed with full bellies.

In the wee hours of the night, Priest filled my belly, again. This time with dick. And, until we both drifted, he filled my ear with the sweetest nothings. I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.

Sunday was spent on the lake. Almost every water activity available, we indulged. The only activities we avoided were those that weren’t safe or sensible for a five-year-old. It wasn’t until six o’clock in the evening when we returned.

With exhaustion plaguing us all, Priest made the decision to order pizza instead of cooking. We piled in the family room and powered up the projector. Together, we watched Toy Story 2. By the second act, everyone was out cold.

Monday was spent in bed savoring every minute up until my departure. And, when that time came, my soul wept. My eyes stung from the tears that threatened to fall as I pulled out of the lengthy driveway and onto the street. With each mile that I traveled, I wanted to turn around and hug Priest once more. Kiss him once more.

TWELVE

Darkness surrounded us as I lowered Princeton into his carseat. My mother stood behind me, against my wishes, saying her goodbyes. From Princeton’s lack of interest, I knew sleep was near. We were approaching his bedtime and I’d be surprised if he made it past the third stop sign on my mother’s street before falling asleep.

“Go inside,” I instructed for the second time as I closed Princeton’s door.

Her stillness was baffling. Instead of heading in the opposite direction, she stood firm and crossed her arms on her chest. I didn’t bother opening my door. I figured she wouldn’t let me leave until she was ready, so I gave her my undivided attention.

“We’re vulnerable, Dear Lady. Out here– In the open. If there was something on your mind, I really wished you’d said something before we came outside.”

“I know. I– I just didn’t want to be intrusive, but–”

“You can’t help yourself?” I chuckled.

“I can’t.”

“What is it, Mother?”

She paused, taking a look around us. She stuffed her hands in the pockets of her pants and strained her pretty features. Whatever was on her mind had been bothering her for some time. I could tell by the disturbance of her prioritized peace. But, eventually, the words flowed and what came from her mouth I wasn’t expecting at all.

“Who is she?”

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