“I love you”

“I love you…” You blurt out as you pant.

You don’t know if you mean it, but after that, there’s not a lot you can think of saying.

Still on your lap, Taylor looks down at you with narrowed eyes. She bites her lip, as if feeling conflicted about something.

She suddenly crosses her arms across your neck and pulls you in for another passionate kiss. It lasts more than you thought it would. She breaks it up to catch her breath and goes in again, practically shoving her tongue inside your mouth, licking and playing with yours.

Eventually, she breaks the kiss permanently and catcher her breath.

“I… I love you too.” She says with a mix of reluctancy and bashfulness, which takes you completely by surprise.

Never once in your life have you ever seen head cheerleader Taylor being anything but sexy and haughty. You wonder if anyone has, really, and that makes it feel even better. You know you’re looking at her with a stunned expression and she avoids your gaze.

She stands up, finally getting your dick out of herself. She goes to remove the condom and licks you clean, thoroughly enjoying every little taste of you cum before swallowing to the last drop of what’s inside the condom.

“Come on, get dressed so we can some eat real food.” She orders you sharply.

You get dressed and make yourself presentable. Taylor is also ready. You wouldn’t know she just had sex from looking at her.

She has her back to you and doesn’t turn to look.

“Taylor?” You ask. “Are you okay?”

Taylor turns around abruptly and walks up to you. She bites her lip again and looks you in the eyes.

“Look, I…” She’s gone back to bashful Taylor. You wonder why she’s like this. “I’m sorry I treated you like… You know... like I did before we go together.”

You can’t help that your mouth is agape. Now THOSE are words you never thought you’d hear from Taylor, one of your greatest sources of misery.

She looks away from you, but her body's still facing you.

“I have my reasons for doing what I did” She says. “But… something happened. Something clicked in me and… I don’t know.” She shakes her head.

“It’s no surprise to you that I’ve slept with a lot of guys, right?” She says bluntly.

You nod. That is common knowledge. Every guy she’s slept with has bragged about it to everyone.

“Every one of them was better looking, and better at sex than you.” She says in the same tone.

Man, she doesn’t pull her punches.

“But even so, none of the were… BETTER than you. I haven’t felt about any of them the way I feel about you. And even if you’re a complete amateur, doing it with you still feels the best.” She admits, looking at you directly now. “When you said you loved me I… remembered how badly I treated you. I started to feel really guilty, so I wanted to apologize, if that’s worth anything to you.”

NOW she starts to feel guilty? Wow, that says something. But better late than never, you think.

Still, you want to take this a little bit further.

“Why did you do it, though?” You ask. “Do you know how it feels to be treated like that? To be abused and bullied?”