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Emily's POV
I entered my New York apartment, inhaling and exhaling. The drive over here I tried to tell myself that what I was doing was okay.
But it wasn't. I knew It wasn't. But I continued to tell myself otherwise. Just so I can feel better about myself, or okay with the fact that I was cheating on Talia.
I mean I didn't have sex with Alison but I might as well. Kissing her. Allowing her touch me. To use my body was unacceptable.
On top of that she has a penis. An actual penis. I mean... it doesn't turn me off at all, if anything it's hella sexy which makes me want her even more.
I've never been with a girl who has a penis. Let alone do I know how it feels. I mean like an actual one.
Sure there's plastic but an actual one?
And I kissed her. God, that— It can't happen again. But deep down inside I knew it would and it will.
She was right. I was wrong.
I walked inside to see a candles and roses all over the place. In our small dining room with with dinner, with candles.
I followed the roses that was on the ground, I led down to the hallway, and into our bedroom. I slowly opened the door, to see the room in red and white rose peddles.
Candles around the entire room. I slightly smiled.
The bed was heart shaped out of my favorite chocolate. I turned noticing the bathroom light was dimmed, I placed my purse in the chair walking into the bathroom to see Talia sitting in the bottle bath naked, holding a glass of champagne.
A smile appeared from my lips, "w-what is all this?", I asked her.
"you'll see, now take off your clothes", she tells me. As instructed I did so. But sexually. I stepped out of my heels, and slowly pulled down my legs tights, not losing eye contact with her.
I removed my top revealing my bra, and sliding down my shirt, showing my panties.
I slowly stepped into bath water, soaking my body. I watched as Alison poured a glass of champagne and slowly handed it to me.
God, did I just say— I needed to get Alison out of my damn head.
I took the glass of champagne, and placed the glass to my lips, swallowing the liquid inside the glass quickly.
I sighed, "woah, slow down. It isn't going anywhere", Talia tells me.
My cheeks flushed in red. I was slowly pushed back into the tub by Talia, who moved towards me, I felt as her hands touched my thighs under the water.
She placed her lips on me, kissing me. I didn't feel what I had felt when I was kissing Alison. It was different. It was normal.
