"Tyler," a familiar voice said from across the store. I immediately knew it belonged to Emma.
Emma had worked as a GA in my office at the university during her first year of graduate school. I am the field placement advisor for all counseling graduate students. Emma was a bright and talented addition to our team. She would help me with paperwork and contacting sites for student placements. She was so good that at the end of her first year in graduate school she was hired away by one of our partner organizations. I was happy for her but truly sad I would not get another year to work alongside her sparkle.
Our year working together was very professional. There was never any sexual tension. It would be impossible to not notice that Emma was attractive. But being happily married allowed me to keep the work relationship focused on the job.
"Hello, Tyler! It has been a long time" she said as she walked toward my wife and I. My heart stopped. Memories of our experiences flooded my mind. I felt a twinge below the belt and in my heart.
"Samantha, this is my former GA, Emma. You might remember me talking about her, she is the one who took a job with Willow Counseling after year one."
"You're Emma! It is nice to finally place a face with the name Tyler spoke of so highly."
It was not unusual for my wife and I to run into former students. Samantha herself is a college professor. As Emma approached us, I could see a man walking toward us with two kids in tow.
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It had been about four years prior that Emma and I had relations. It was the spring semester of Emma's second year (final year) in our program. She had continued with Willow Counseling and taking classes.
I always walked to work since my office to my front door was about a twenty minute walk, only about five minutes more than driving. My daily walk would take me past graduate student housing. I knew most of the people I would pass each day. For the first few weeks of spring semester, once I realized Emma and I had the same schedule, I would leave a little early or stay a little late just so we wouldn't be trapped in small talk or awkward conversation with her. However, it seemed like no matter when I left, I would inevitably walk close enough to Emma to have to say something. We would talk about the program, her job, my wife, or her fiance (Noah) and his efforts in his first year of medical school at the university 90 minutes away.
After about a month of walking home together most days, we kind of developed a walking friendship. We could let our guards down, both of us in solid relationships. The only time my mind raced to anything different was during a freezing rain, Emma invited me into her apartment to warm up before I went on my way. It was on that day, I accidentally walked out of the bathroom as she ran past in a bra, trying to locate her hoodie. I pretended I didn't see anything - but I did. Her tits were so smooth. I could make out that her areola was large. When I finally got home, I did jack-off to the thought of her breast and imagined the rest of her naked body before my wife got home from teaching her night class. No harm. In fact, the next day Emma and I walked home like normal.
