Meet up with Allison

By the time you reached the library, your mood had soured enough that even seeing Allison didn't lift your spirits any.

She was gorgeous, as always. Classy, sexy, stunning Allison. When she became your girlfriend you'd considered yourself very lucky. But now, things were different. She was a cruel, taunting presence. Worse than a ghost; she was your mother.

And that sucked, too. Your mother was the sweetest, most loving and compassionate mother you could have asked for. You were positive that Allison would be pleased to know her **** had meant your mother could live on.

None of that mattered as you sat down beside your girlfriend. Her perfume assaulted your senses, stirring up memories of passion and companionship.

"What do you want?" You didn't even try to keep the edge from your voice and she noticed.

Raising her eyebrows, she responded, "I'm sorry, what is this tone I'm hearing? That is no way to speak to—" She cut off, looking around to ensure no one was close by.

You didn't give her the chance to finish. "You're not my mother right now, though, are you? You're my girlfriend. Only you know what my real girlfriend would be doing right now, in a secluded corner of the library during free period? Instead of talking my ear off about one little kiss in the hallway? You said you've read her diaries, so I bet you can guess."

Allison's face reddened. "Timothy!" She hissed. Interestingly, she didn't offer any scathing follow-up, as you'd have expected. Even more interestingly, you notice her shift slightly in her seat in exactly the way that Allison did when she was getting hot and bothered and trying to hide it.

You didn't really feel like giving her an opening and you had a lot to get off your chest. "I don't even care if it makes you uncomfortable to hear it. You've taken my lover away from me, turned her into a blue-balling cock-tease. Look at how you're dressed! I know who you are—trust me, I can't stop thinking about it—but my dick just sees the sexy, insatiable wildcat I've been dating and fucking for two years. It's driving me wild; I honestly almost don't even care anymore who's on the inside. To have you, this body," you gesture towards Allison, "so completely belong to me one minute and now this... it isn't fair."

Allison's breathing had deepened, her face flushed. She'd turned away slightly to avoid eye contact and wait for you to finish. "I know it isn't fair, sweetie."

"Don't call me that."

She flinched and looked up to meet your eyes, her expression serious. "Do you really feel that way? Is being able to fuck Allison more important than having a relationship with your mother?"

The signals coming off of this girl were all over the place. On the one hand, she was convincingly horny, as two years of intimate experience with Allison's body had trained you to detect. But your mother's tone and hurt came through crystal clear in the way her voice trembled. Most of your anger had exhausted itself, but you stand by everything you'd said thus far.