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I fucked her like that until my knees went stupid. She reached back and grabbed my thigh. I got a hand around and found her clit, swollen, slick, and rubbed in time. She came again on my cock with her forehead on her own arm. I pulled out and came on the small of her back because I wanted to see it in the light. I did. I watched it land. I spread it with my thumb and she shivered.We stayed there. Her over my counter. Me trying to remember how to breathe.“Okay,” she said after a minute. “Now I should go home.”This time we got dressed.I gave her a clean shirt. She found her tank from the first night in a damp pile and left it. She walked out my door into a hallway that had lights and a smell of other people’s coffee and a kid’s scooter against the wall.I followed her.I did not plan to. My body just did not stay in the apartment.She stopped at her door. Keys. The lock stuck the way cheap locks stick. She got it open and looked at me still standing in the hall like a problem.“Jude

The water made it strange. Less friction. Deeper somehow. She gasped and her legs tightened. He held the edge on either side of her and fucked her in long slow strokes that sent little waves out across the empty lanes. Each time he bottomed out the water slapped the wall. The sound was filthy in a room built for children and lane ropes.She came quieter than she had in his kitchen. A shake. A bite on his shoulder that would look like the pool did it. He held still inside her and felt it go through her and into him.He pulled out before he followed. He was not done and he did not want the water to take the rest of it.“Deck,” she said.They climbed out. Cold air. Water sheeting off them onto the tile. She grabbed a stack of clean towels from the office door and threw two on the first row of bleachers. Plastic and metal. She lay back on them and opened her knees and the underwater lights put moving blue on the inside of her thighs.Jude knelt on the wet tile.This he knew. The taste was

I did not.I told him I could smell his soap in the hall at home. That I used to think it was an accident. That I started taking the long way to my room.“Claire.”My name in his mouth. Not Elena. Not Helen’s daughter. Claire.I sat down because he told me to and because I like being told by him. That is the part I do not say at school. I am grown. I am fine. I am also the girl who gets wet when her mother’s husband says sit down in a room with a clock.He told me to drive back to campus. No more parking lot. No more Elena Voss. He would give me three names that were not him.I asked if he wanted me to drive back.“What I want is not the point.”It was the only point. I looked at his mouth when he said it. I thought about that mouth between my legs, his glasses still on, my heel in his shoulder, the pad still blank on the floor. I thought about coming on his tongue and staying quiet because the scheduler might come back from lunch.My underwear was a lost cause. I could feel it. I shi

It was not a kind kiss. It was a man breaking. Open mouth. His teeth on my lip. His tongue. I made a noise into him and he swallowed it and backed me into the counter. The edge hit my ass. He lifted me onto it like I weighed nothing and stepped between my knees and the skirt rode up and his hands were on bare thigh and I opened for him because I had been open for him since the wedding.He stopped at the edge of my underwear.“Say no,” he said.“No is not what I drove four hours for.”He hooked the fabric aside.His fingers found me and his whole body went tight.“Christ.”I was soaked. He slid through it, two fingers, not in yet, just spreading me, rubbing my clit with the mess I had been making since two o’clock. I bit his shirt. I did not want Helen’s kitchen to hear me. He pushed one finger into me and I clenched on it like I could keep him.“Look at me.”I looked. His eyes were dark and angry and hungry. He added a second finger. The stretch made my mouth fall open. He fucked me w

ClaireHelen’s session was at one.Mine was at two.I sat in the lobby with a magazine I did not read and listened to my mother’s voice come through the door like a bruise. Not the words. The tone. The one she used when she was trying to be brave about her marriage. I pressed my knees together and hated myself and stayed.Grant knew I was out here. His next slot still had a fake name on it. I had watched him see me when he came to get Helen. His face did not change. His hand on the door did.At 1:50 the door opened.Helen’s eyes were red and then they found me.“Claire? What are you doing here?”“Paperwork for school,” I said. “Advising. This building. I thought I’d ride home with you.”She bought it. She touched my hair. She smelled like tissues.“Ride with me now. I’m done.”“I have to wait. Ten minutes. Go ahead. I’ll call a car.”She looked at the door. At him. He was standing there with his pad like a decent man.“Don’t keep her late,” Helen told him, light, wifely. “She’s been t