A bit groggy and confused.

You watch with bated breath as Pearl awakens. In a flash, her eyes open and dart around in bewilderment.

“Wait, huh? Sorry, I… I guess I blanked there for a moment. What was I saying?”

“Uh… we were talking about where this, um, thing between us is headed.”

You try not to act suspicious, probably only passing because Pearl’s still breaking out of her daze.

Pearl nods, remembering.

“Yeah, yeah…”

Pearl, shaking her head, fully comes to and looks at you, the jumble of emotions returning to her face, causing your own angst to reemerge.

“Just… please. We can take tonight to think it over separately, figure out what we want out of this. Can you promise me you’ll put some thought into it?”

You can’t take Pearl’s sad eyes any longer.

"I don't need to take tonight, Pearl. I... I know what I want now. You've helped me realize. I do want this to be more than just a fling."

Pearl's eyes widen as you reach forward and grab her hand, interlocking your fingers with hers.

"I was scared because this is all so new, but I do care about you. You're right. We can be something cool."

The tension in Pearl's face melts away. In an instant, she throws her arms around your neck and plants a kiss on your lips. Not lustful this time, but sweet and loving. You feel a flutter in your chest as you put your arms around her waist. But as Pearl pulls away, some of her uncertainty has returned.

"Look, Chase, part of me is really glad you said that... but another part of me wonders if this is just another one of Chase's hasty, in-the-moment decisions, or if you’re just telling me what I want to hear so I’ll shut up and you can get back to pumping me with cum whenever you feel like it."

Pearl crosses her arms, eyes narrowed.

“Is this really what you want?”

You take a deep breath, then place your hands on Pearl’s shoulders.

Looking straight into her eyes, you answer, “Yeah, Pearl. This is really what I want.”

Pearl smiles and uncrosses her arms, switching to letting her left arm hang and holding onto its elbow with her right hand.

“Then I guess I’m happy to pronounce us boyfriend and girlfriend. I just hope you still feel the same way tomorrow.”

You hold up your right hand with a smirk.

“Scout’s honor.”

Pearl rolls her eyes.

"Uh-huh. Maybe I’d put some stock in that if you were ever actually a boy scout.”

“Maybe it’s not too late for me to join up.”

You grin as Pearl glares at you.

“Real jokester tonight, huh?”

“I’m just trying to lighten the mood. I don’t want to leave my new girlfriend angry at me. Unless you want me to come in?”

Pearl snorts and puts her hands on her hips.

“As if. I already told you, my mom will freak if she sees me out here with you, dressed like this.”

She tugs at the hem of her shirt with one hand, giving you a quick glimpse of her pussy and midriff.

“She’ll think I’m on **** or something. There’ll be plenty of time to do the typical boyfriend-girlfriend shit later. Speaking of, we’re still on for a date tomorrow, right?”

You nod with a questioning expression.

“And you’re still planning on… uh, giving Zoey her sex ed lesson?”

You gulp, then rub the back of your neck nervously. The moment of truth.

“Um, do you still have a problem with that?”

Pearl opens her mouth, but pauses before speaking. She glances around as though searching for something. When she can’t find it, she closes her mouth and smiles awkwardly.

"I... I thought I did, but now... I don't know. It just doesn't seem to matter to me anymore. I probably should be mad about it, I think most girls would be, but if you want to have your fun with Zoey, I don't mind. As long as you make time for me, I don't really care about being your only girl. Besides, with how much of a horny perv you are, I don't think I'd be able to reign you in even if I wanted to."

Mission accomplished, though you aren't sure you appreciate the "horny perv" comment. Then again, you guess you made her see that as a positive trait.

"But, and this is what I was getting to, I'm coming with."

You cock an eyebrow, feigning surprise while fully aware you just made her like sharing you.

"Really? You want to watch?"

Pearl scowls, but can't hide her blushing.

"I don't want to watch, I just think that you could probably use someone to keep you in line. Especially with... how you've been lately, I definitely think you could get ahead of yourself."

Hmm... Is she being legitimate here, or is she just trying to rationalize her desire to watch you with another girl? Also, what the hell, Pearl?

"You trust me with your consent, don't you?" you rebut. "Why don't you trust me with Zoey's? You even told her earlier that I'm good with consent."

Pearl sighs and bounces on the balls of her feet.

"I told Zoey that so that she wouldn't be nervous about you, pretty much a stranger, taking control of her consent. I trust you with my consent, but you've always had my consent, and you've always been good with it. Zoey's new. I've been your friend for years, so I know you care enough about me not to fuck me up too bad, even when you have your fun. You only just met Zoey, and she already doesn't even know what sex is anymore. Don't you think that's a little fucked up?"

She... seems to be motivated by more than just her new fetish. Your resistance is diminished at Pearl's question, and you let out a nervous laugh, knowing full well she has a point. You really did fuck Zoey up in record time, and that was just out of panic and lust. You're obviously more reckless when you claim with your cock, last night with Pearl being another example of that. But... Pearl isn't blameless here.

"Hey, you did your fair share of damage. It wasn't me who made her forget what clothes are."

Pearl winces and shamefully looks down to her feet, running a hand through her hair with a sigh.

"...okay, yeah. I played a role in fucking Zoey up, but that only helps my point. When you're given so much power over someone, it is so easy to **** it, and we weren't careful at all. I mean, you were balls-deep inside me while we were making huge changes to this poor girl's memory. Neither of us were thinking straight. And now that she's at her most ****, you want to fuck her."

Pearl shoots you can accusatory glare, but it quickly softens.

"Look, Chase, I know you own her consent, and you already had me consent to you using it, but just because I'm okay with you using it, doesn't mean I can't try to give you some guidance over how you use it. If you just make her consent to whatever you want, you might end up making her into your mindless sex **** or something. Keep her on a leash or some weird kinky shit."

You scoff. Not only would that be really fucked up, you like your girls with personality.

"Come on, Pearl, I'm not gonna completely erase her as a person just to get my rocks off."

Pearl doesn't look convinced.

"Maybe... but even so, I think you should let me act as your... chaperone, tomorrow. Actually, that's my first command as your girlfriend."

"You're giving me orders now?"

“Yeah, that's right. If you want to keep your girlfriend nice and happy, you'll have to do what I say every once in a while. You know the saying. ‘Happy wife, happy life.’”

You raise your eyebrows at that. Was that a Freudian slip?

"Happy wife, huh?"

"Wha-"

Pearl tenses up in realization and her eyes go wide.

"I-I mean..." she stammers.

She closes her eyes and takes a breath, replacing her fluster with exasperation.

"You know what I meant, you prick. Whatever the girlfriend equivalent of the saying is. But anyway, what I'm getting at is that you have been given an insane amount of power, and you could use some help making sure you don't go overboard with it. And it doesn't have to be me. Going through all this on your own will just make it easier for you to make big mistakes. You've got friends, Chase, and we're here for you. Just keep that in mind, will you?"

She steps forward and, placing her hands on your cheeks, plants another soft kiss on your lips. When she pulls back, still holding your face in her hands, she looks expectantly into your eyes.

"Okay," you say with a nod. "I'll keep you guys in mind."

Pearl smiles, relieved.

"Good."

She lets go of your face and steps back.

"Well, call me tomorrow when you want to see me, whether you want to go immediately to meet Zoey or hang out before. Oh, but not in the morning."

You furrow your brow.

"Do you have plans or something?"

"Maybe."

"What kind of plans?"

Pearl smirks.

"Nosy, are we?"

You narrow your eyes, but she just seems to take relish in your annoyance.

"Maybe I'll fill you in tomorrow. Anyway, I'll see you then. And seriously, don't meet up with Zoey without me."

She pokes her finger into your chest, kind of hard, actually.

"Ow."

Pearl rolls her eyes.

"Wuss."

You glare at her before poking her boob in retaliation.

Pearl gives you a look that says, Really?

"Okay, but seriously," Pearl continues, "hold off on Zoey until tomorrow."

You nod.

"I promise."

Satisfied, Pearl turns to unlock her front door, but before she can you grab her arm and pull her in for one last passionate goodbye kiss. Pearl's caught off guard, but leans into it, trying to get all she can of you before you leave, you in turn sliding your hands along her body to get one more feel of her curves. Finally, the two of you pull apart and exchange lascivious smiles before Pearl quietly turns her key, cracks the door open, and tiptoes inside.