Keeping the nightmares going.

That same night, you go back to the cheerleader’s dreams and, as bad as it feels, repeat the same dreams, which are nightmares, really. You need to make sure they won’t try anything else again.

On Wednesday, you have your tutoring session with Vivian. You were hoping it would lead to more after you were done, but since it was in her house and her mother was there this time, you were both left very sexually frustrated.

It wasn’t all bad, though. After texting back and forth that night, you agreed to send each other nude pictures. Sure, taking them was probably the most embarrassing thing you’ve done in your life, be receiving photos of Vivian’s sexy, naked body posing solely for you was an amazing reward.

Even embarrassed, seeing her with her legs spread and fingering her pussy as she plays with her tits is incredible. Against your will, though, you both agree to delete the photos, just to avoid any kind of problems.

When you fall asleep, you repeat the nightmares yet again, but with a small twist. You now have Vivian appear in their dreams. It’s not really Vivian, just your interpretation of her in the cheerleader’s dreams.

There, instead of seeking revenge, Vivian stops the bullies, stopping the cheerleaders’ pain and lifting the mood of the dream. Your aim is to instill a sense of gratitude towards Vivian, so that they’ll be even less likely to target her.

On Thursday, Vivian comes back with incredible and shocking news to your awake self.

Taylor and Margaret apologized to Vivian, begging them with tears to forgive them for all they’d done.

“I was so mad at them!” Vivian tells you. “Seeing them crying as if they understood what they did! If they understood and regret it, why did they do it in the first place!?” Vivian says. You embrace her, and feel her tense muscles. She hugs you tightly and bites her lip.

“What did you tell them?” You ask softly.

“…That I’d think about it. I was too angry to give them an answer.” She says, relaxing a bit. “I think if I’d said any more I would’ve exploded in their faces.”

You nod. “Yeah. I think you made the right choice.”

“Thanks.” She looks at you directly. “What do you think I should do?”

Oooh, that’s hard.

“Hard to say. The skeptical part of me says they’re taking the threat of legal action to heart and are just faking it.” You admit. “I know it will be hard, but I’d suggest you forgive them.” Vivian seems about to protest, but you continue. “HOWEVER, don’t agree to anything they tell you. As always, avoid contact with them as much as you can. I think that if they’re really sorry, they’ll leave you alone. If not, they’ll probably seek you out again.”

Vivian bites her lip again. Her fists clench behind you, tightly grabbing your shirt.

“I don’t want to, though.” She admits. “They made me go through hell for three years! I can’t just forgive them because they said “sorry”!”

“Then don’t.” You say. “You don’t have to forgive them. Just tell them it’s fine and leave them be, even if your heart still hates them.”

Vivian buries her face on your chest and remains silent for a few moments before answering. “I think I can do that.”

Sadly, Vivian has tennis practice again, so nothing naughty once more.

On that night you fill the dreams of the cheerleaders with nightmares and comfort for what you hope is the last time.

Vivian’s school ends early on Fridays. When she returns, she brings news of her tormentors. She tells you she talked to them, and asked them if they truly understood what they’d done to her.

When their replies were bawling “no”s, Vivian says she understood that they were truly sorry. If they had said yes, she would’ve thought they were only faking it, as there was no way they could ever know if they hadn’t experienced it. But since they answered no, it meant they understood they had done something terrible, but couldn’t understand its depth.

Vivian ended up forgiving them, but asking them to please don’t speak to her again. Both cheerleaders agreed.