No. You’ll work towards self-improvement.

The voice said you had ultimate control over the girls on the bus, but not yourself.

Just to confirm, you try to make yourself more muscular, but nothing happens, confirming your thoughts.

Now there’s really no need to change anything about yourself, but even if Taylor used to say it to bully you, it’s true that you’re not athletic, suck at talking to people in general and, worst of all, are a quick shot. And now there’s this amazingly hot, gorgeous woman who (by magic powers) wants to be with you.

That motivates you to improve yourself, and if Taylor is willing to help, all the better.

“Ok, I get it.” You nod. “You’ll see though. Soon we won’t be needing that, and I’ll make you cum like you never have before.” You say with new-found confidence.

You are careful with your words. These are not a wish or a command to change reality, but a promise to your girlfriend and, more importantly, to yourself.

She narrows her eyes and observes you for a few seconds, before closing on your face and kissing you deeply.

“Now you’re finally talking like my boyfriend should.” She tells you with a smirk.

So far, your choices have been driven by pure lust, but her look just now has a strong impact on you. You can feel yourself honestly falling for her, if only a little.

“Now, let’s get down to business.” Taylor sucks you off again, but only enough to get your flag back to full mast then put on the condom. Then, she takes off her beautiful black panties, completely unbuttons her shirt and unhooks her bra, revealing to you those marvelous orbs.

You’re still sitting on the bench and she sits on your lap, her legs to both of your sides and lines her pussy up with your dick. She slides down and you are completely inside her. Both of you moan softly into the other.

She was right. This doesn’t feel like the time on the bus. It’s harder to feel her walls wrap around you like this, but it’s still miles better than masturbating, that’s for sure.

“You like my tits, don’t you?” She shakes her chest, moving her breast from side to side.

“Yes, I love them!” You tell her eagerly.

“Then show me how much you love them. Suck on them until you make me cum!” She orders.

And what wonderful orders they are. You open your mouth and take her nipple into it. You suck on it so hard you hear her yelp. You think that hurt her, but when you turn you eyes to look at her face you see her grinning and biting her lip, so you keep going.

She starts riding you, sliding up and down your shaft. You put one hand under her skirt, firmly grasping her ass. The other goes to her bouncing free tit. You massage her mound as best as you can while sucking on the other.

Her moans are louder than at the bus, so you must be doing something right.

“Yes, John! Suck on them more! That feels good! Oooh!”

You moan and groan into her chest, which gets good reactions from her.

“The most popular girl in school is fucking you! Everyone is jealous of you.” She tells you.

“Yes! Aaah! By now, the whole schools knows we’re together. They know I’m fucking you silly.”

Your dick gets even harder, if such a thing is possible.

You want to answer, but you keep sucking on her tits and caressing her delicious ass.

“Thrust harder! Use your hips more!” She tells you, and you try. It’s hard, but Taylor's increased moans mean you’re doing better.

“Yes, like that! Fuck John, I’m close! Keep going, don’t stop!” She gasps. You moan louder. You’re close, too, but you think you can make it. You would’ve cum already without the condom.

You keep thrusting and sucking on her tits until she finally climaxes. Her back arcs, her chest presses even harder against your face.

“Yeeess!! Yessssss!!” She hisses in pleasure.

You cum as you feel her wall tighten around you, even through the condom. You hug her close as you do, and you two silently try to regain your breaths.

When you have enough energy to speak again, you break the silence.