Page 52 of Am I the Only One

For every detail she gives me, I’m able to find a memory of my own.

“That was pretty much it. We had sex and then he had to rush off.” She fingers one of her earrings before adding, “He asked if he could call me again.”

“What did you say?”

“I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t want to come off as a bitch and tell him no, so I flirted and told him I wasn’t a beck-and-call type of girl.”

“What did he say when you said that?”

“He laughed and then took my wrist and pressed my hand against his dick, which was getting hard again. He told me I was the only one who could do that to him.”

Beneath the table, my hands fist so tightly my nails feel like they might break skin. At the same time, I have to cross my legs and squeeze, create a little friction just to release the tension that’s building between my thighs.

“If he calls, I don’t want you to answer.”

She nods. “Okay. So, that’s it? That’s all you need from me?”

“That’s all,” I confirm, unsure of what to say to the girl I paid to fuck my husband—twice. There’s an awkwardness that hangs over the two of us, so I go with the obvious, confessing, “I don’t even know what to say ... thank you?”

Emma chuckles uneasily under her breath. “You’re welcome ... I guess?” She shakes her head in plight. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say either.”

“It’s okay.” I then pull out the envelope of cash I promised her and slide it across the table. “I don’t think any less of you, by the way. I just ... I felt you should know that.”

She drops her head and nods, and I worry that I just made her feel like a prostitute, a slut, a whore. That wasn’t my intention at all, so I lay my hand over hers and add, “You’re a strong woman, Emma. Much stronger than I could ever be.”

“Thank you,” she whispers when she lifts her chin.

“If you ever need anything, you know how to find me.” I give her an endearing smile before grabbing my purse and heading out.

Once in my car, I watch Emma through the foggy windows. She sits there, staring down into her coffee, which must be cold by now, and I’m concerned about the damage I might’ve possibly inflicted on her by dragging her into this situation. Guilt loops around my conscience like a snare for taking advantage of this girl while she’s at her lowest. I feel like a snake, but at the same time, I’m not sure any help or guidance from me would be welcome. She already told me that she didn’t think it would be wise for her to continue seeking therapy from me, and I agreed. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t still care for her well-being.

The moment I see her stand from the booth, I start my car, pull out of the parking lot, and head back to my office. Traffic around campus is heavier than normal, causing me to run late for a student advisory meeting. When I finally arrive, I run into the building and find a few students already waiting.

“Sorry I’m late. Traffic was a little crazy,” I say to Jenny as I walk past her desk and into my office.

She trails behind me, rattling off my schedule for the day. “Your three o’clock cancelled.”

“Who are those students here to see?”

“Mr. Wilkenson,” she says about the other counselor whose office is on the opposite from where Jenny’s desk is. “But you have a new student who made an appointment while you were out for four o’clock. He’s a freshman who needs help declaring a major. I emailed you all his information already.”

“Thanks. Would you mind shutting the door on your way out?”

When she leaves, I rest my elbows on my desk and drop my head into my hands. With a heavy breath, I allow my muscles to slacken and close my eyes. Emma’s voice is still echoing softly in my ears, and it doesn’t take but a second for the ache to return from between my legs.

“We practically stumbled into the lighthouse, and when he kicked the door shut, he couldn’t strip me out of my top fast enough, pulling and tugging at the fabric.”

My neck heats as I recall her words, each one sending a frisson down my spine where it pools in my belly.

“He sucked my nipple into his mouth, licking it fervently while he shoved his hand down my pants and into my panties, thrusting his finger inside of me.”

Looking up, I do a quick scan of the room before walking over to the window and closing the blinds. I then go to the door and press my ear against it. When I hear Jenny chatting with the students who are waiting for their appointments, I turn the little knob and lock the door.

Sitting back at my desk, heart pounding in my ears, I hike my pencil skirt up around my thighs and slip my hand under my panties. With my back turned toward the door, I relax and close my eyes as I drift back to the diner. It’s a perverse desire to connect with my husband that drives me to touch myself, and I’m shocked at how aroused my body already is.

“He yanked my pants down, slipping them off one of my legs. Then he dropped to his knees and put his mouth on me.”

My breathing grows heavy as my fingers roll over my tender flesh. In my head, it’smypussy he’s licking. It’s the taste ofmethat has him moaning for more. It’s his vehement desire to havemethat sets his hunger ablaze.

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