Chapter 187

The police station had taken longer than any of them expected.

By the time they got home, the sun had already started sinking lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the driveway and turning the sky shades of orange and gold. Normally, Abigail loved sunsets. They reminded her to slow down. To breathe.

Today she barely noticed it.

Her entire body felt drained.

Not physically.

Emotionally.

The officer they had spoken with had been professional, patient, and reassuring. He had listened carefully, asked questions, and taken notes without interrupting. He had explained the process of documenting everything and what steps could be taken if the behavior continued.

Abigail had hated every second of it.

Not because of him.

Because saying everything out loud made it real.

Every uncomfortable interaction.

Every time she saw Professor Shields standing somewhere she shouldn’t have been.

Every time she showed up unexpectedly.

Every time Abigail convinced herself it was probably nothing.

Every time she told herself she was overreacting.

Every time she chose not to make a big deal out of it.

By the time she finished telling the story, it sounded completely different than it had in her head.

Worse.

Much worse.

The officer had thought so too.

So had the dean.

So had Emma.

So had Megan.

So had Ashley.

That realization sat heavily in her chest the entire drive home.

The moment they got back to the house, Emma practically ordered her onto the couch.

“You need to sit.”

Abigail looked at her.

“I’m sitting.”

“You sat down while standing.”

Ashley immediately pointed.

“She’s got you there.”

Emma shot both of them a look.

Neither cared.

Megan disappeared into the kitchen and returned a few minutes later carrying water bottles and snacks like she was preparing for a natural disaster.

Nobody argued.

The four of them ended up spending most of the evening together in the living room. The television played quietly in the background while nobody actually watched it.

Every once in a while Ashley would make a joke.

Every once in a while Megan would roll her eyes.

Every once in a while Emma would check on Abigail.

And every single time Abigail looked at her phone, hoping there wasn’t another message.

Thankfully, there wasn’t.

But the damage had already been done.

Nobody slept particularly well that night.

The next morning, Abigail woke before everyone else.

The house was quiet.

For a few moments she simply sat on the edge of the bed staring out the window.

Thinking.

Yesterday felt like a week ago.

The hospital.

The meeting.

The complaint.

The text message.

The police station.

Everything seemed to blur together.

Beside her, Emma was still sleeping.

For a moment, Abigail just watched her.

The steady rise and fall of her breathing.

The peaceful expression she only had when she was completely asleep.

A small smile tugged at Abigail’s lips.

Then she remembered Emma passing out.

The smile vanished immediately.

Her chest tightened.

Even now, almost twenty-four hours later, the memory still made her stomach drop.

She quietly slipped out of bed and headed downstairs.

By the time Emma woke up, Abigail was sitting at the kitchen table with a mug of coffee she hadn’t touched.

She wasn’t even sure if it was still hot.

Her attention kept drifting to her phone.

Waiting.

Watching.

Expecting.

The investigation was all she could think about.

Emma appeared a few minutes later wearing one of Abigail’s hoodies and immediately noticed.

“You’re staring at your phone.”

Abigail looked up.

“I’m not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I was looking at it.”

“That’s just staring with extra steps.”

Despite everything, Abigail almost smiled.

Almost.

Before she could respond, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

Ashley appeared wearing one of Megan’s oversized hoodies and immediately opened the refrigerator.

“Do we have breakfast?”

“We have food,” Megan called from somewhere behind her.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Then ask a better question.”

Ashley looked offended.

The exchange would’ve been funny any other day.

Today, Abigail barely heard it.

Her phone suddenly buzzed against the table.

Every head in the room turned immediately.

Even Ashley stopped searching through the refrigerator.

Emma looked up first.

“What is it?”

Abigail glanced down.

An email.

University administration.

Her stomach tightened instantly.

She opened it.

Read it once.

Then again.

Then a third time.

Emma noticed her expression changing.

“What?”

Abigail slowly lowered the phone.

“More students came forward.”

The room went completely still.

Ashley closed the refrigerator.

Megan sat down.

Emma leaned forward.

“How many?”

Abigail looked back at the email.

“Eight.”

The number seemed to hang in the air.

Eight more.

On top of the twenty-three they already had.

Thirty-one students.

Thirty-one.

Abigail stared at the screen.

She couldn’t stop thinking about it.

For weeks she had felt completely alone.

Like she was the only one noticing something wasn’t right.

Like she was making a bigger deal out of things than everyone else.

Now thirty-one people had come forward.

Thirty-one people had noticed.

Thirty-one people had seen something.

The realization hit harder than she expected.

Emma reached across the table and gently squeezed her hand.

“You weren’t imagining it.”

Abigail swallowed hard.

“No.”

Apparently she hadn’t been.

Not even close.

Abigail sat, laptop closed in front of her, eyes glued to her phone. Emma watched the tension in her fiancée’s shoulders, the furrowed brow, the pursed lips. She could practically feel Abigail’s stress radiating off her.

Enough was enough. Emma closed the laptop decisively, setting it aside. “Okay, that’s enough investigation for ten minutes,” she declared.

Abigail looked up, a hint of rebellion in her gaze. “Emma—”

“Nope. You’re taking a break,” Emma insisted. Ashley chimed in immediately, “I support this!”

Abigail’s lips curled into a mutter, “Nobody asked you.”

Megan chuckled into her coffee cup, savoring the drama.

Emma gently tugged Abigail’s hand, guiding her to stand and lead the way to the living room. “Sit,” she commanded.

Abigail huffed but complied, sinking back into the plush cushions. For the first time that morning, she exhaled deeply, allowing herself a moment of respite.

Emma settled beside her and wrapped an arm around Abigail’s shoulders. “Better?” she asked.

Abigail let out a small, reluctant “Slightly.”

“Liar,” Emma teased, and Abigail couldn’t help but smile.

Emma leaned in and captured Abigail’s lips in a soft, gentle kiss. The tension in Abigail’s body began to melt away, replaced by a warmth that spread from her chest to every extremity.

When the kiss broke, Abigail rested her forehead against Emma’s, a long, shaky breath escaping her. “I needed that,” she admitted.

“I know,” Emma whispered, brushing a tender kiss to Abigail’s forehead.

Abigail wrapped her arms around Emma, holding her close for a moment, letting the comfort seep into her bones. She’d needed this, needed Emma, more than she realized.

That’s when Emma happened to glance over Abigail’s shoulder. Megan and Ashley were watching from the kitchen, Megan with a knowing smirk, Ashley openly gawking.

Emma pointed at Ashley, a playful warning. “You know, privacy is free.”

Ashley shot back, “And yet here we are.”

Megan chuckled, “I told her to stop staring.”

Ashley retorted, “You absolutely did not.”

Emma laughed, settling further against Abigail. “Listen, I’m trying to help my future wife relax. If you know what I mean, you two can watch or join or leave, whichever you prefer.”

With a wink, Emma leaned down to capture Abigail’s lips once more, the kiss deepening, growing more passionate as Abigail’s arms tightened around her.

Megan and Ashley exchanged a look, then shrugged and lingered, captivated by the intimate display. 

As Emma’s tongue danced with Abigail’s, the tension that had been building all morning began to dissipate. Abigail’s hands roamed over Emma’s back, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened. But it was the subtle grind of Emma’s hips against Abigail’s that sent a jolt of desire through her fiancée’s body.

Abigail broke the kiss, gasping for air as Emma whispered hotly in her ear, “I want you, Daddy.” The pet name never failed to turn Abigail on, and now, with their friends watching, it was even more exhilarating.

Emma’s hand slid down Abigail’s chest, reaching into her pants to grasp the growing bulge of her cock. She stroked it through the fabric, making Abigail shudder and moan. Then, with a deft tug, she freed Abigail’s dick, letting it spring out hard and leaking.

Emma’s lips trailed down Abigail’s neck, nipping and sucking as she made her way to her shoulders. Abigail’s hands fisted in Emma’s hair, holding her close as she trembled with need.

With a swift motion, Emma stood and shucked off her pants and underwear. She climbed back onto Abigail, positioning herself over her fiancée’s straining member. Slowly, she sank down, taking Abigail deep inside her.

Abigail cried out, her head falling back against the couch as Emma began to move. The sight of their friends watching, Megan and Ashley still lingering in the kitchen, only added to the intensity of the moment.

“You like that, Daddy?” Emma panted, her hips rolling in a sensual rhythm. “Like feeling my tight cunt wrapped around your thick cock?”

Abigail could only moan in response, her hands gripping Emma’s ass as she pushed up to meet each thrust. The knowledge that they were being watched, that their friends were witnessing this intimate display, sent Abigail over the edge.

“I’m close,” she warned, her voice strained. “Fuck, Emma, I’m gonna—”

While Emma rode Abigail, lost in the pleasure of their union, Megan sauntered over to the kitchen counter. Ashley, still perched on the edge, offered a sly smile as Megan grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.

“You up for a show, babe?” Megan purred, her cock already hard against her belly.

Ashley giggled, “Always.”

Megan’s hand slid down to Ashley’s ass, giving it a firm squeeze. “Then watch closely, because I’m about to give Emma a run for her money.”

With a swift motion, Megan lifted Ashley and bent her over the counter. Ashley let out a delighted gasp as Megan’s thick cock probed at her entrance.

“Slow and deep, or fast and rough?” Ashley asked, her voice husky with arousal.

Megan grinned, “Both. Let’s start slow…”

As Megan’s cock slid into Ashley, inch by tantalizing inch, Emma glanced up from where she was impaled on Abigail’s dick. Their eyes met, and Emma’s gaze locked onto Ashley’s, a wicked glint in her own.

Abigail, too, felt the attention and moaned loudly, her hips bucking upward to meet Emma’s downward thrusts. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh, the gasps and moans of their pleasure, filled the air.

Just as Emma and Ashley made eye contact, Emma’s hand shot up to grasp Abigail’s throat, squeezing just enough to send a thrill through Abigail’s body. The intimate, slightly dominant gesture only heightened Abigail’s arousal.

Megan, noticing the tension, leaned in to whisper hotly in Ashley’s ear, “Feel that, babe? Emma’s marking her territory. And she’s not the only one…”

With that, Megan began to move, her hips rolling in a deliberate, sensual rhythm. Ashley cried out, her back arching as Megan’s cock delved deeper, stretching her and hitting all the right spots.

Emma, feeling Abigail’s grip on her throat loosen, seized the opportunity to increase the pace of their lovemaking. Her hips pistoned faster, driving Abigail’s cock deeper with each stroke. The counter creaked under Ashley’s weight as Megan picked up speed, pounding into her with growing urgency.

The four women moved as one, their bodies entwined in a tangle of pleasure and desire. The air was heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and the musky aroma of their arousal. In this moment, they were lost in the heat of their passions, their inhibitions shed like worn clothing.

Emma, lost in the throes of her own pleasure, could feel Abigail’s cock throbbing inside her, signaling her impending climax. She squeezed her inner walls, milking Abigail’s dick as she ground down against her.

Megan, too, was nearing the edge, her thrusts becoming more erratic as she chased her release. Ashley, caught in the middle, was being rocked by Megan’s powerful strokes, her own orgasm building with each deep penetration.

The tension reached a breaking point as all four women cried out, their bodies seizing in the intensity of their climaxes. Emma felt Abigail’s cock pulse inside her, pumping hot streams of cum deep into her womb as she shuddered and moaned.

Megan’s hips jerked, her cock spasming as she filled Ashley with her own release. Ashley’s back arched, her pussy clenching around Megan’s dick as she came, her screams of pleasure mingling with the others.

In the aftermath, the room was silent except for the heavy panting of the four women. They lay intertwined, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts still racing from the intensity of their orgasms.

Emma, the first to regain her breath, nuzzled her face into the crook of Abigail’s neck. “That was…incredible,” she whispered, her voice husky with satisfaction.

Abigail’s arms wrapped around Emma, holding her close. “You have no idea how long I’ve been craving that,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to Emma’s forehead.

Megan and Ashley, still joined by Megan’s softening cock, looked at each other with lazy smiles. “Definitely not the usual brunch, but I’m okay with that,” Megan said, trailing her fingers over Ashley’s damp skin.

Comfortable quiet.

The kind that comes after an emotional release when nobody feels the need to fill every second with conversation.

Abigail sat curled against Emma on the couch, her head resting on her shoulder. For the first time in what felt like days, the knot in her chest had loosened.

Less than an hour later another email arrived.

This one requested a follow-up meeting.

Not disciplinary.

Informational.

Administration wanted additional details.

Additional context.

Additional evidence.

Which was how Abigail found herself back on campus that afternoon.

Walking into another administration building.

Another office.

Another meeting.

This time Professor Shields wasn’t there.

And honestly?

That alone made it easier to breathe.

Emma sat beside her while the dean organized several folders spread across his desk.

There were more than before.

Much more.

Stacks of documents.

Printed statements.

Notes.

Reports.

Abigail immediately noticed.

So did Emma.

The dean followed her gaze.

“Relax.”

Abigail almost laughed.

Almost.

The dean opened one of the folders.

“We wanted to update you on where things stand.”

Abigail nodded.

Emma stayed quiet.

Listening carefully.

The dean folded his hands together.

“The investigation has expanded.”

Abigail immediately felt her stomach tighten.

“What does that mean?”

The dean leaned back slightly.

“It means we’re finding things we weren’t originally looking for.”

The room became very still.

The dean opened another folder.

“We’ve completed an initial review of campus security footage.”

Emma leaned forward slightly.

“What did you find?”

The dean glanced down at his notes.

“Multiple instances of Professor Shields seeking out contact with students.”

Abigail blinked.

Students.

Plural.

Not student.

Students.

The distinction mattered.

A lot.

The dean continued.

“We’ve also identified several instances where Professor Shields appeared in locations shortly after certain students arrived.”

Silence filled the room.

Nobody needed him to explain what that meant.

The implication was obvious.

The dean looked directly at Abigail.

“Your case is not the only one under review anymore.”

That hit harder than anything else.

For a moment Abigail couldn’t speak.

Because until now, everything had been personal.

Her experience.

Her fear.

Her discomfort.

Her story.

Now it looked much bigger than that.

Emma reached over and took her hand immediately.

Grounding her.

The dean continued.

“There’s something else.”

Nobody liked the sound of that.

The dean opened another file.

This one looked different.

Older.

The paper inside looked worn.

Archived.

Abigail noticed immediately.

So did Emma.

The dean looked up.

“We discovered previous complaints.”

The room went completely silent.

Emma spoke first.

“Previous complaints?”

The dean nodded.

“Years ago.”

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

Years ago.

Not recently.

Years.

The dean exhaled slowly.

“They were informal complaints.”

Abigail felt her stomach sink.

Three.

Three complaints.

Three separate opportunities for somebody to notice a pattern.

Three chances for intervention.

Three chances for this never to happen.

The dean seemed to understand exactly where her mind went.

His expression softened.

“At the time, there wasn’t enough evidence to move forward.”

Abigail looked down.

That explanation didn’t make her feel any better.

Because if someone had listened then—

Maybe she wouldn’t be sitting here now.

Maybe someone else wouldn’t have gone through what she did.

The dean remained quiet for a moment.

Then glanced toward his computer.

Something on the screen caught his attention.

His expression changed.

Subtly.

But enough.

Emma noticed immediately.

“What is it?”

The dean looked up.

For the first time all afternoon, there was something that almost resembled optimism in his eyes.

“We just received another response.”

Abigail sat up straighter.

“What kind of response?”

The dean glanced back at the screen.

Then at both of them.

“A former student.”

Nobody moved.

Nobody spoke.

The dean continued.

“She was contacted earlier this week.”

A pause.

“Initially, she declined.”

Abigail’s heart sank slightly.

Then—

The dean smiled faintly.

“She changed her mind.”

The room went completely silent.

Because everyone understood what that meant.

A former student.

Someone from years ago.

Someone who may have experienced something similar.

Someone willing to talk.

The dean closed the laptop slowly.

“She agreed to speak with investigators.”

Emma looked at Abigail.

Abigail looked at Emma.

For the first time since this entire nightmare began—

It felt like they weren’t just uncovering what happened to Abigail.

They were uncovering the truth about Professor Shields.

And something told Abigail that truth was much bigger than anyone originally thought.