One Group Leaves ...

You dragged your glossy lips up and down Gus's long, fat Black cock. You could hear Amanda making out with Gus, practically purring as she kissed him passionately. And occasionally, you could feel her pink painted fingernails curling into your blonde wig, praising you in her own way. And while you and her shared a history, and a deep platonic love for one another, you knew she was committed to a different future. Perhaps Bruna. Perhaps Gus. Perhaps another. Because no matter what happened to your condition ... your path was some form of womanhood.

You'd done a lot of introspection, with that blasted ankle monitor a constant reminder of mistakes. You'd cast your net too widely. You wanted ... you'd always want ... some form of intimacy with Amanda, and whoever her choice was. That love was deeper than anything you'd ever found, and the history was important to you. She was untouchable in your eyes.

The men were tougher. You loved Jackson. But part of you felt he was too good for you, too stable. You felt you didn't deserve him. You felt Kasey would be better for him in the long-term. But you couldn't just abandon it. You loved your Papi, even if something was keeping you from being faithful. For now, at least.

Trevor was the opposite situation. He wasn't good for you, you knew that much. He was a racist, he'd gotten you into this whole mess in the first place ... but God, that cock. That dominance. Those plans. You wouldn't be able to say no to him, no matter how much your brain told you to.

And that left the frat boys. Troy and Horse and Moose and Ox. Good guys, fun guys, but ultimately frivolous. You were college-aged, but you wanted something serious now. And you wanted Amanda to be settled down into a serious relationship too. You remembered back to the dream. 1,000 days to resolve it all before the end.

"Hey, you okay down there? You're on autopilot, sweetie. I wanna fuck," Amanda said, knocking on your head and giggling.

Gus's cock was throbbing in your mouth under your expert ministrations. If you'd gone much longer he'd have exploded down your throat, depriving your ex of her fun. You blushed, pulling back, letting her mount her lover. You replaced your mouth on her asshole instead, going back onto autopilot.

If you were going to keep Trevor and those temptations in your life, you thought, you needed an understanding probation officer.