Lust took over and before I knew it, Venus was on top of me, the bedcovers now tossed off the bed, and it was awesome. Like I knew it would be with her.
The bedroom door opened. Sunny stood in the doorway for only a moment watching Venus as she moved on top of me, my hands on her hips, our bodies joining in the most intimate of ways. Then, she stared at me, our gaze met, and she ran out of the room.
And I finished.
FIFTY2024
Aimee
Dr. Daly’s sofa was the most comfortable I’d ever encountered. I really should ask her where she bought it. I stared at the antique clock on the wall; she’d had it ever since I started coming here, shortly after my seventeenth birthday.
“How have you been feeling?” Dr. Daly asked, a warm smile directed at me.
“Better. More energy, less edgy,” I replied.
“Good. Anything else going on?”
I paused. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Dream.”
“Dream,” she repeated. “Was that your boyfriend in California?”
I nodded.
“Things did not end well with him.”
“No.”
“What have you been thinking about regarding him?”
“Mostly about my feelings for him.” My voice cracked and tears welled in my eyes. I took a deep breath and pushed them away.
“Which were what, exactly?” Dr. Daly asked.
“Love, anger, but mostly love. Intense love.”
“More intense than the love you now have with your husband?”
I hesitated, pondering the question. The same question I’d been thinking about for some time. “It’s different than the love I have with Archie.”
“Young love is usually more intense, and all relationships are different. We don’t love two different people the same way.” Dr. Daly wrote in her notebook.
“I guess that’s true.”
She watched me. “Your relationship with Dream, was that the first serious relationship you had?”
“Yes.”
“Did you share with him about your past trauma?”
“No.”
“Have you shared it with Archie?”
I shook my head.
Dr. Daly turned her head and gazed at me. “Why do you think that is?”
“I don’t know. It’s not something I want to talk about with anyone.”
“You talk to me about it.”
“That’s different. I don’t think other people will understand.”
“Aimee, it was self-defense. You know that.”
“Yes.”
“You don’t think the men who love, or loved you, would understand what happened?”
I shrugged. “What if they don’t really love me?”
I poured another cup of coffee, grabbed my sketchbook and pencils, then sat at the kitchen table. I sketched a barn in a summer landscape. I was getting tired of the cold, snowy weather, so a warm scene appealed to me.
I was in a good mood this morning. Archie had left for school earlier than normal. I hadn’t seen him today as my schedule was a bit different, but he texted me before leaving the house. He had some paperwork he wanted to catch up on in his classroom. Now I was enjoying a quiet house and some creative time.
A text popped up on my phone, lying on the table next to me. I glanced at it. Archie. That was odd. He should be in class now.
Lock all the doors, if you are home. School is in lockdown. There was a shooting not far from the school.
