Oral

I got out of the car to sit in front, and as soon as I noticed the bulge in his trousers, I knew that taxi wasn’t taking me straight home.

I picked the emptiest screening to be alone with my exhaustion—until she crossed the theater and sat two seats to my right with a smile that promised trouble.

I lost my friends, lost my way, and somehow ended up on my knees between two women I had just met. This really happened.

He opened the door in jeans only and I knew we weren’t going to watch any movie. I looked him up and down and my mouth watered.

What we had was already over, but that summer night I discovered how far I was willing to go just to feel him inside me again.

I was forty-one and had spent months pretending nothing was happening every time he looked at me. That dawn, I stopped pretending.

He stopped the car in front of the building with shaking hands. She was waiting behind the window, and both of them knew that glass of wine was only the beginning.

She climbed the ladder in front of me, wearing nothing under her nightgown, and I knew I wasn’t leaving that house the same man.

I spent weeks thinking about her every night, until that dinner ended in the car seat, with her hand finding what I could barely hide.

I was only going to have a beer with her while waiting for the couple she’d arranged to meet. I’d never been to a club like that, and curiosity got the better of me.

My boyfriend went on a thirty-day trip and I promised myself I’d hold out. I lasted fifteen. What came next turned me into someone I no longer recognize.

I found him hiding in the garage, frozen with cold. I never imagined that a year later I’d be the one inviting him into my bed and my marriage.

That afternoon his mother wasn’t home and he had a surprise ready. I still didn’t know those minutes would awaken a taste I never let go of.

I’d been running into her in the garage for weeks with that smile. The day she pressed against me in the elevator, I knew it wouldn’t stay a neighborly hello.

She was thirty-eight, had a predictable husband, and a body nobody had ever known how to read. That night, alone at home, she decided she wanted to feel something at last.

I chose the town’s most coveted guy not because I loved him, but because I needed someone I could shape while my head was somewhere else.

He texted me to ask where I was. Twenty minutes later I was in the back of his tram, biting my lips so I wouldn’t make a sound.

Every time she leaned over to write down my answers, her vest opened a little more, and I could no longer concentrate on a single question in the questionnaire.

I’d only gone downstairs for a glass of water. What I heard on the ground floor left me frozen on the last step, holding my breath so they wouldn’t hear me.

When the most elegant woman in the ballroom took my hand and whispered “come with me,” I knew that night would be unlike any other in my life.