"And now I wait. I wonder what Shawn will think about me texting him. I hope his wife doesn’t check his phone. Oh shit. I should have thought that through."

Received from Shawn: We’re on a texting basis now? 

"Damnit. I shouldn’t have texted him. I’m fucking up." I thought to myself.

"Fuck, I cant stand his ass. I shouldn’t have texted him either. I forgot about that petty ass argument until he brought it back up just now like always."

"Oh, God. I hope he doesn't think I’m flirting or something." I thought to myself.

I’m not responding to this.

While I was texting them, my sister, Solange, called. I felt like she saved my life because I was in the house dying of boredom. She invited me to a little get together she’s having at her house. It’s a two hour drive, but I don’t have shit else to do and I really don’t want to be home right now. I told her I was staying all weekend. She laughed and said “Yea right, Aaron ain’t having that.” Normally she would be right, but Aaron would have to deal this time around.

I packed a few things in my duffle bag and my phone just kept vibrating. I had seven texts when I got done. Four of them were from Aaron, one was from Shawn, one from Laurie, and the other one was from Solange.

"I laughed. That girl is a damn fool. She already giving Calvin the panties."

"Not the hell we won't. I won't be here."

After I texted Shawn back, I headed out.

**

I made it to Solange’s place and when she opened the door to let me in I damn near fell out.

“Heyyyyy sis! I missed you so much. I’m so happy to see you.” She hugged me tight. I was still in shock so I just stood there.

I just looked at her. “Where the fuck is your hair?”

“You don’t like my new look?” She asked with a half-smile.

“Yes, I do like it. I’m just shocked. You ain’t tell me you was cutting it all off.” I had to lie. I hated that shit. She looked like a damn fool. I mean of all hairstyles she could have gotten, her ass wants to get a fade.

I wasn’t really feeling the party. Probably because I didn’t know the folks that were there. I just fixed me a drink and went outside. She got a nice ass spot outside for sitting and chilling. I grabbed my drink and phone and sat down in peace.

“Aye, what you doing out here? You ok?” Solange asked as she walked towards me.

I looked at her and smiled, “I’m good. I just wanted to come out here and chill. You know the party scene ain’t really my thing.”

“Then why did yo ass come?”

“Because I wanted to come see my little sister. Damn, I can’t come to ya crib now? You gone put me out?” I asked jokingly.

“Shut up." She sat next to me. "So I saw your bag. You really are staying huh. Aaron must be coming tomorrow.” She giggled.

I faked a laugh and said, “Naw girl. I told his ass not to. You know he would have though.”

"So how have you and Aaron been anyway?" Solange asked, completely clueless of me and Aaron's recent problems. I forgot that we haven't spoken in a bit so she still had in her mind that our relationship was great. Too bad I have to change that thought.

"We're okay for right now I guess." I said, not knowing how she was gonna take that.

"What do you mean you 'guess'?" she mocked.

"We've kind of been having some problems lately Solo, that's all. It’s nothing to worry about."

"Problems like what Bey? Come on talk to me girl." She said seeming concerned.

I let out a deep sigh. I really didn't want to get into detail about me and Aaron's problems. I came here for peace and to get away from those thoughts for a moment and to see my sister. We were having a good time and the mood didn't need to be shifted with my personal problems as the reason.

She just kept staring at me, waiting for a reply. I knew I had to tell her because she was NOT going to let this go. I wish I would have told her ass me and Aaron was fine.

When I was about to open my mouth and speak, my phone started vibrating. Just as I suspected, Aaron was sending me a text message. I knew he was gonna text me because I had been ignoring his calls.

"I'll go and fill us up. Yo ass better be ready to talk to me when I get back." Solange said as she picked up my glass and headed inside the house. I unlocked my phone and began reading the text Aaron had just sent me.

Received from Aaron: Babe where are you? Did you really go to Solo’s?

Sent to Aaron:  Yes, and like I said earlier, do NOT come here. I’m fine.

Received from Aaron: Beyoncé? Are you serious? What the hell is going on with you? I swear to god I can’t fucking deal with you right now. I’m going out tonight and having drinks with Dijah. Bye.

I sighed and rolled my eyes. I guess he thought he would make me mad by saying he was going out with Dijah. I don't give a shit though. I wasn't thinking about that right now. As soon as I put my phone down, his ass sent another text.

Received from Aaron: So you really drove two hours away without a real reason? Damn. When did we start this shit?

Sent to Aaron: Aaron please, don't make this into an argument. I needed to get away and clear my head so yes, I decided to drive two hours away to do that. I’ll be home Sunday and we can talked then.

Received from Aaron: Fine, whatever Beyonce. Just do you.

I didn't bother texting him back after his last text message. I was NOT about to upset myself after finally relaxing so I turned off my phone and tossed it back on the couch. Solange came back with shot glasses and a new bottle of Ciroc. By this time I was ready to be tipsy and completely stress free so I threw back my first shot and popped open the new bottle to pour myself another.

“Damn Bey. You really need to give me the tea. I have never seen you take a shot like that. You always act like you scared to do it.” She said looking at me all crazy. I ignored her, took a another shot, and began telling her what was going on.

**

Shawn called me up yesterday evening asking if it would be okay to have a two hour session today instead of just one. He said there were some things he needed to get off his chest. I was reluctant to tell him yes considering the way my body acts when I'm around him now. I could handle one hour but to be there with him for TWO!  I'm not sure my pussy would let me get through that.

I stood by the window and waited to see him again. I don't know why I was doing this but I did. This would probably become a regular thing for me now. I wanted to observe the person he was before he stepped into my office. He seemed so peaceful and calm when he approached the front door, but was so bothered and tensed when it was time to start the session. Of course I was used to this reaction from my patients, them being scared, or nervous, or panicky, but normally they were like this BEFORE they came in. 

I noticed him walking up to the building with a smile on his face. He was dressed down today in all black. Still sexy. Oh damn....stop it Beyonce! Why do I see so different now? At first I didn’t even look at him in any other way than just my patient, but when he wore that suit, my God. That man knows how to fill out a suit. Stop. Stop. Stop, Beyoncé. Damn!

I couldn't help but to smile as I continue to watch him out of my office window while my pussy once again throbbed at the sight of him.

I lost sight of him, which meant he was on his way up here to my office. I was so lost in a trance, I didn't move. I stood in the window replaying that sexy ass walk. Before I knew it, he was at my office door.

"Where's your secretary? Isn't she always at the front desk?" He asked as he lightly knocked on my door and walked into my office. He seemed ready to talk. Once he was in here, he closed the door behind him. I turned around from looking out of the window and smiled at him. 

"Laurie is off today." I said walking towards my chair and him towards the couch. "Sure wish she was here though, I need her."

"Seems like you two are pretty close. Y'all work well together." He said. "But why do you feel like you need her?" He asked.

"Well Laurie is my best friend. I couldn't see myself working with anyone else this well." I said with a smile. I didn't want to waste any more time with small talk because the way I was feeling could fuck with my mind and make me answer questions with my pussy instead of my head. I changed the focus from me to him. "So in our last session we talked about your son and how you felt about him. How is that going?" I asked.

"It's getting there." He said plainly. "I started having my driver to get him from school so we could spend time together like you said. It was going good for the week, but then he joined some after school club and I didn't need to pick him up any longer. I feel like he did this purposely to not spend time with me. I mean can spending a week with me really be that bad?"

Shawn's mood had changed  from the man I saw walking in here. I felt bad, and even as he poured himself out to me, I was still horny and wanting him, which made me feel worse. I pushed those thoughts out of my head and tried focusing on what he was saying.

"I just don't know what to do anymore, Beyoncé." He said leaning back on the couch. “I tried to spend time with him. I tried to do some of the things he liked. I tried to form some kind of bond with him, but he’s clearly not interested.”

"At this point Shawn, I think maybe you should pull your son to the side and have a father-son talk with him. Make him listen to you. Show him that he can talk to you. But, you have to understand what it is he's feeling to be able to get through to him, Shawn." I said.

"You're right, I do need to have a long talk with him. There's so much I wanna say to him. His mother feels his head with all this bullshit about me and it ain't true, Beyonce! But the more she tells him and the more he hears her telling other women in her salon, he starts believing it." He held his head down looking sad. He went from happy to sad just that quick.

“What type of things does she tell him? Bad things?"

"The worst...well to me it’s the worst." He said angrily. "She has told him I cheat on her all time. She told him that's why I'm never home. She told him that I was seeing another woman and that's why I couldn't pick him up from school and spend more time with him. She even went so far as to tell him that I spent most of my time on Mondays with my ‘other woman’,” he said using the quote, unquote gesture with his hands. “That part of it was funny because I automatically thought about you. Apparently you’re my mistress.” He chuckled and so did I.

“So your wife thinks you’re cheating on her with your shrink? That is funny. Maybe you should bring her to a session so me and you both can explain that NOTHING like that is going on.” I said.

“No. She doesn’t know that I’m seeing you. I’m not going to tell her either because she’ll just start to judge me just like everybody else.”

I ignored the fact that he said she didn’t know about the sessions. Normally I would encourage my patients to tell their spouses about this, in case they want to come together. Fuck Shawn’s wife though, she’s a bitch anyway. I want to know why though because no woman will act that way towards a man if he hasn’t done anything to her.

"So talk about your wife more. Explain to me why she is this way towards you. I mean I'm sure it wasn’t always like this between you two, considering you are married with a child." I said.

“I have no idea. After our son was born, I felt like I needed to do more as far as work. That’s when I got into the restaurant thing. Well, it took a lot of my time away from her and my son. Don’t get me wrong, I still found time and made a way to spend time with them, but it just wasn’t enough for her. She started tripping out and we would argue about the smallest things. Then she started accusing me of cheating.”

“So this isn’t the first time she has accused you of cheating?”

“Hell no. She’s been doing it for years. The funny part is I have never cheated on her. I’m not gonna lie, I be wanting to but I can’t. No woman can make me cheat on my wife.” He paused and looked at me, then continued, “I guess I’m to the point where I’m getting sick of that shit though. And now it’s worse because she’s telling it to my son. Not her friends, not her sister, not her mother, but my fucking son. I think that’s what pisses me off the most. You don’t tell my son no shit like that. She’s painting the wrong picture of me.”

“I see. What else about her makes you feel…uneasy?” I asked. It had to be more, this man was just way too pissed off with her for it to be only this one problem.

"She started changing on me when she opened up her salon." He said. "As it got more and more popular, her attitude changed, the way she dressed and acted changed, even the way she spoke changed. She started living her life trying to impress others. She stopped loving me and started worrying more about satisfying her clients and friends."

My heart shifted as he said this to me. I thought about Aaron and how much he had changed after starting his job at the law firm. I thought about our relationship and how there was never any romance anymore. I remember I used to compare me and Aaron's sex to taking my birth control pills. The same time every day I had to take my birth control pill and the same time every day Aaron and I had sex. 9:30 to 10, thirty minutes exact that we'd have sex and be done. It was so boring and routine.

"I know what you mean." I said, forgetting I was in a session.

"What do you mean?" Shawn asked as he looked at me.

Shit. I just said that out loud. I looked up at Shawn and he was staring hard, waiting for me to respond.

"Oh it’s nothing I'm sorry, I was thinking out loud." I said hoping he would just move on. “Back to you. So do you-.” He interrupted.

"No, Beyoncé. I heard you say that you know what I mean. Does that mean you've gone through something similar?"

I didn't want to answer this man. I swallowed hard as he continued to stare at me once again awaiting my response. I hated that he put me in this position, and why I was even making a decision instead of just not answering, I don't know. But as a professional, I was to never get personal with my patients about my private life. Our sessions were to be strictly platonic and on a professional basis.

"I can't answer that Shawn. I'm sorry, but I am a professional and there are rules and regulations about sharing intimate details of my life to my clients." I said.

"Beyoncé, can you just forget about your job for once and talk to me as a friend? I mean we did agree that I get to ask you questions as long their not too personal. Not to mention, the texting from Friday night. Don’t you think we have passed that whole shrink/patient thing? This is a simple yes or no question, and not too personal if you ask me." 

After he said this, his stare into my eyes got even deeper. My pussy throbbed as I became even more turned on by his straight forwardness. I suddenly forgot about my job and the rules, my husband and our problems and spilled myself out to the man that was also my client.

I sighed, “Yes I am going through something similar. My fiancé has a job at a law firm and now all he does is work. There is no romance or nothing. And the night we were leaving your restaurant, I saw him there with another woman. Turns out it was just his best friend. I accepted that he said he wasn’t cheating on me, but I’d be lying if I said I still think he’s lying. I’ve always known them to be friends and very close, but now they seem a little too close. And the sex, its just, well its ok I guess for someone that likes routine.” I had to take a breath, I was talking so fast. I have never expressed myself like that, even to Laurie. When me and Laurie talk, she is always half listening so I don’t bother telling her everything.

I can’t believe I just broke down that easily and told him how I was feeling. The tables had completely turned. I was trying to help him by allowing him to express himself to me and now I’m the one releasing my thoughts to him. I had to compose myself and quick!

“I’m so sorry for that. Please excuse me.” I stood up. “I know you asked for a two hour session today, but I can’t do that. Maybe next week. Right now, I have to go. I’m sorry.”

Without a word, he got up and left, I hope I didn’t piss him off, but I was a mess after that. I cant believe I just did that shit and had the nerve to mention my fucking sex life. How could you be so stupid, Beyoncé?

I grabbed my phone, purse, and keys and headed to my car. As soon as I walked out of the building, there Shawn was.

“Are you ok?” He asked. He looked so concerned and sexy. What is it with him? How could I be so weak around a man I barely know?

“I’m fine, thanks.” I kept walking, acting unphased.

He followed me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have forced you to answer that question. Please accept my apology.”

I stopped walking and faced him. “You don’t have to apologize. Its all good. I’m the one that answered the question like that. I could have easily said yes or no and moved on. Now I’m embarrassed and I just wanted to go home. Excuse my rudeness, but I have to go.” I walked off and this time he didn’t follow. He just watched me walk off.

**

As I walked into the apartment still embarrassed about what happened just 30 minutes earlier, I saw aaron sitting on the sofa holding a glass half full of wine. "Hey Bey." is all he said when I walked closer to him, and he couldn't have said that in a more dull tone. His eyes didn't make contact with mines for one second, they stayed glued to the tv as he sipped his wine and I walked off.

"Beyonce we need to talk." Aaron said to me as I walked to the bed wrapped in a towel. I had finally relaxed with no thoughts from today upsetting me any longer, and here he was, wanting to bring them all back.

"Aaron, I'm really tired right now and just want to sleep. We can talk after I take a nap." I said while lotioning myself. I was completely frustrated by this point and was in no mood or state of mind to be holding an unwanted conversation with my fiance. I didn't look at him once as I talked, giving him back a taste of his own medicine.

He never once said anything back to me after I spoke. He stood at the foot of the bed for a moment and looked at me, he looked at me as if he was waiting for me to look back at him but I wasn't. I didn't want to be bothered and instead of wasting my breath, I decided to let him know that with my actions.

Aaron walked out of the room looking pissed off. He pulled the door and let it go causing it to slam which made me jump after hearing the loud noise suddenly. I shook my head at how childish he was being when my phone went off.

Recieved from Shawn: Beyonce I am really sorry about earlier. I feel so bad now for asking you that question. I really didn't like how you were looking when you left so I thought I'd text this time to make sure you were okay.


The thought in my mind told me to not text him back, but my fingers seemed to disagree. I had already gone too far with this man in our session and here I was texting him again.


Sent from Beyonce: It's okay Shawn. It has nothing to do with you. I guess im just embarrassed about that whole situation. I should've never gone that far with answering your question, but I don't know what happened?

Recieved: You wanna know what I think happened?

When shawn asked me this I was hesitant in answering him, but I was dying to know what he thought happened.

Sent: What?

Recieved: I think that you've been holding in what you've been feeling for a long time now. When I asked you that question your mind was dying to vent out the answer to me which explains why you zoned out and kept talking without noticing what you were saying at first.



Recieved: You there?

Sent: yeah, im sorry, you just kind of threw me off a bit.

Recieved: why because I'm right?

Sent: Actually, yes.

I didn't believe that I had just sent that text to him. I know i had gone too far earlier but this, this is crossing the line. There would be no turning back if this conversation between us now became deeper.

Recieved: Wasn't expecting for you to say yes.

Sent: me neither. So do you look at me differently now?

Recieved: Why would I?

Sent: Shawn I'm a pyschologist who can't even deal with her own personal problems at home. How does that sound? Its almost contradicting.

Recieved: Beyonce you're a human being who deals with things just like any other human being. It would be wrong and stupid of me to sit here and think you're supposed to be this perfect person because of the job you hold.

Suddenly the intense feeling I would get in my pussy while seeing or talking to Shawn made its way up to my heart. I felt at ease and comfortable. I was relieved to have someone to talk to that would listen and understand me. I still couldn't get the thought of him being my patient and us talking like this being agains regulations out of my head though.

Recieved: Beyonce, I wanna take you somewhere. I KNOW  that im your patient and we aren't supposed to get personal, but I think it would make you feel a whole lot better. So how about it?

No Beyonce, you CANNOT  go anywhere with this man." I thought to myself as I re-read his text message. The decision was already made though. I looked down and before I knew it the text message was sending.

Sent: I think that would be okay.

Recieved: You sure Beyonce? It wouldn't upset me if you didn't want to go. I know that you have rules you have to follow. Don't feel obligated.

Sent: Shawn it's fine. I'll go.

Recieved: :) Next week, instead of my normal session, I'm gonna take you to this place. We can even use your car if that'll be more comfortable for you?

Sent: I trust you Shawn.

Recieved: Okay then. See you soon Beyonce.


I smiled and tossed my phone on the bed while replaying Me and Shawns conversation in my head. I wasn't sure what would come of this entire situation, but I was sure that it made me feel better already in this moment. I had no clue of where Shawn was planning on taking me but I knew I was ready to go. I didn't think about how aaron would react to me saying yes to shawn on his offer but i didn't care either.

I had to take another shower after talking with Shawn since my pussy betrayed me once again getting wet. As I stood in the shower, I pictured Shawn and masturbated wildly at the thoughts of him. I thought about his smell and how he dressed, I thought about how he listened to me and never once judged me about my problems. It all had me releasing one of the most explosive orgasms I've ever had masturbating.




I turned off the shower, got dressed and laid down as Shawn crossed my mind one more time before dosing off. 


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