Oh. So that's what you had to "figure out". Oops.

You've known Taylor was gay pretty much as long as she has - or even slightly longer, arguably. It has never once bothered you; you've wondered at times whether she found you attractive, but that was simple curiosity on your part. She'd never once made you feel uncomfortable, and you knew she'd feel terrible about it if she did.

And that's why you were now trying very, very hard not to feel uncomfortable at the look in Taylor's eyes as she tries to avoid relishing in the details of your encounter with Ms. Devlin. You'd like to believe that she was just fantasizing about Ms. Devlin, or even just in hearing about sex between two women, but... The places her eyes kept moving as you spoke suggested that those weren't her only interests here, and some of her questions had lost the teasing edge that would normally have blunted them.

...Really, you were fine with the idea that Taylor was attracted to you. It stung a bit that you couldn't return her interest, but you knew she wasn't a creep. You just weren't comfortable with her being attracted to you while you were sharing a rather violating experience.

"So her tongue is like something out of anime porn? Did that feel as good as it sounds?"

Yes, it was, and yes, it did.

"So she played a bunch of approval games once it was your turn with her, and made her call you Mistress? That's actually kind of hot..."

Yes, she did, and no, it wasn't. Not the negative parts, at least.

"You weren't really masturbating like that before, right? Damn, if I'd known, I'd have given some advice... Er, sorry, that sounded weird, right?"

Yes, I did, yes, it sucked, yes, that was a bit far, please don't offer again.

"So her juices really tasted like candy... I've always heard they could taste a bit unpleasant until you're used to them, I wonder how they compare."

...Please don't think about eating out Ms. Devlin, Taylor.

...It was just a nonstop flow of far too interested questions as Taylor probed each and every little detail of their tryst. At first, it had started off innocently enough, questioning the implications of Ms. Devlin's words... But all too quickly, her attention ended up in a very different place as she wanted to know what it was like to bed the succubus in vivid detail, covering all the little things that you'd glossed over or considered unimportant.

And looking at her squirm there in her seat, more obviously aroused than you'd ever seen her... Well, you didn't blame her in the least for wanting to fantasize about Ms. Devlin. It was dangerous, but Taylor liked women, and Ms. Devlin was a fantastically irresistible woman, as your recent experience with bisexuality could attest.

You just wish, as Taylor's eyes kept glancing towards your breasts and looking away again, that you weren't uncomfortably certain that you were going to be her ornament for tonight. If you'd ever had such suspicions in different circumstances, you'd have just quietly ignored her interest... But tonight, it honestly kind of hurt.

...No, you were looking at this in the wrong light, right? You had gotten hurt to protect her; she was already benefiting from this. If she can take part of the price you paid and find pleasure in it, then that was just the two of you getting more from your "sacrifice", right? You wanted to make her happy, and she'd probably retire this fantasy in shame once it was out of her system.

...You wish you could make yourself believe that. You didn't want this hurt to turn into resentment, and you didn't believe that it would... But you couldn't deny that you were feeling a bit put out by Taylor's sudden insensitivity. The letter had demanded that they go over this in detail, but you honestly thought you gave enough detail to begin with.

"...I'm sorry," Taylor suddenly apologized, "I kept asking other questions because there was something important I was too uncomfortable to ask. But maybe I went a bit too far, and should have just asked the big one."

...Oh. That explained things nicely. But this was you and Taylor; you share everything, as this conversation could attest. Why would she feel uncomfortable asking anything?

Taylor took a deep breath, as you waited for her to speak. Pushing for a question would just make her back down.

"So..." Taylor **** out, "Ms. Devlin can make you a lesbian? Or, um, at least bi. What... Was that like? Did you enjoy it? What is the memory like now? Did... Did it last?"

...Oh.