“Let’s head inside and discuss the specifics of our relationship”

The house Taylor shared with her boyfriend was more akin to a small condominium than an actual home. Since it was mainly a small subsection of a larger town home, her abode wasn’t quite as big as you’d initially imagined.

Taylor walked passed you as she entered herself, quickly removing her running shoes before entering the home proper. “Make yourself at home,” she called back to you as she disappeared inside. “I’m going to change out of my sweats.”

Alone to your devices, you follow Taylor and start walking around the empty condo. From what you could tell, it only had two floors -- the kitchen, the main living space, and a small washroom available immediately around you. The bedrooms, you guessed, were upstairs. The house itself was moderately decorated, the quality of the furniture betraying homeowners who were more on the frugal side.

What caught your eye the most was a pair of framed photographs. One contained two girls, one of which you quickly recognized as Taylor. The other was of a trio: Taylor, a guy you presume is her boyfriend, and the mystery second girl.

“That’s Sam,” you hear Taylor say behind you, having returned. “She lives here too, although she’s probably at work at the moment. The house is actually owned by the both of us; Michael moved in after we started dating.”

You nod, understanding. “It’s a nice place.” Taking her advice from earlier, you soon collapse on the couch, Taylor taking a tentative seat beside you.

“So,” you begin, deciding you shouldn’t postpone the inevitable. “How exactly do you want this relationship to work?”

“Well,” she began in turn, blushing. “Like I said in the car, I want this to be a full-fledged relationship. Which includes dates, labels, meeting your friends,”

“And sex” you add, grinning.

“Yes, and sex,” she echoes, mimicking your smile.

“And you’re fine cheating on Micheal like this?” you ask, wondering how much your powers have changed her perspective on the matter.

“I mean,” she hesitates, likely trying to find the best way to answer your question. “I’ve never wanted to cheat on him; not before we started talking about it in the car. But, when I think about my options, I’d much rather have a secret relationship than stay monogamous. The idea is just so thrilling!” Just from her tone, you can tell how eager she is. It definitely seems like with just once question, you've reshaped her entire perspective on monogamy. At least when it comes to you. “And in the same vein, I’d rather it be a full-fledged relationship with you over someone else.”

You smirk grows bigger with her every word. She’s in the exact headspace you want her to be in. “Well, if that’s the case, would you rather we consider ourselves to be in a relationship as of now, or do you want to wait until we get to know each other better?”

“I want it now!” she states, her excitement palpable. “Sorry if that seems hasty,” she quickly adds, catching herself.

Dismissing her apology, you lean in closer. “Don’t apologize,” you whisper as you bring your lips to hers, resuming the kiss she’d began in your car. She joins in almost immediately, kissing you back with as much vigor as before. You decide to keep this one short however, not wanting to get caught up in the heat of the moment yet.

“Guess that means we’re boyfriend and girlfriend now,” you joke as you pull back, grinning widely at her.

She giggles at the immaturity of your statement, desperately clutching you as though she’s afraid you’ll leave. “Michael won’t be back for another couple of hours, and Sam’s stuck at work until the late-afternoon,” she explains, looking up at you. “Can you stick around? We should get to know each other a little better.”

Nodding silently, you remain quiet while you ponder your options. Now that you’ve easily secured yourself a girlfriend, you wonder how much you can customize the specifics of your new relationship with Taylor. Cock hard in your pants, you allow it to direct your thoughts, jumping straight into normally forbidden questioning. “Tell me about your sexlife with Michael.”

Your request causes her to jump away from you, Taylor looking at your curiously with a raised eyebrow. “Do you really want to start our relationship by talking about that?” she asks, unsure whether she heard you correctly.

You shrug, dismissing the question with one of your own. “Would you rather we be a couple who’s fully comfortable talking about sex, or would you rather we never talk about these sort off things?”

“The former,” she stutters, having not anticipated your rebuttal. “Obviously. But as the first thing we talk about?”

“We’re going to have sex anyway,” you chuckle while placing a strong hand on her thigh, your intentions clear. “Better now than never.”

“I suppose so,” she says looking down as you grip her inner thigh. She bites her lip and hesitates for a second longer, eventually turning back to you. “Alright, what do you want to know?”

You take a moment to answer, mentally going over potential questions. “Is it adventurous?” you soon ask, carefully choosing the word.

Taylor thinks to herself, quiet for a small moment. “Honestly?” she later answers, chuckling at the rhetorical question. “It’s not. I wouldn’t call it dull and boring, since it does have potential, but...” she pauses, quickly deciding how much she should confess. “All he ever wants to do is anal. I have absolutely no interest in that, so I always reject him. But because of that, whenever I suggest something new to try, he dismisses it out of spite.”

“Wow,” you say, stunned by her revelation. “Gotta say, I wasn’t expecting Michael to be so spiteful.” Not having anticipated how comfortable she’d be sharing with you, you quickly reevaluate, thinking things through. No wonder she’d been so eager to jump into this cheating thing; poor girl must be sexually frustrated. “Okay then, would you rather our sex life be adventurous, kinky, and open to trying anything at least once, or would you rather it be dull and boring?”

“Oh, definitely kinky and adventurous.” she states definitively. “There’s always been a fetish or two I’ve been interested in exploring!”

Her excitement is palpable, the slight sparkle in her eye betraying how eager she is, and it pushes you to twist her reality towards your goals even further. “Would you rather be kinky exclusively with me,” you begin, already anticipating her answer, “or would you rather eventually explore that side of you with Michael?”

“Oh, this is definitely an exclusive thing with you,” she declares, her excitement quelling all hesitance. A flash of guilt soon runs through her however, and she quickly adds, “At least for now.” From her tone though, it seemed more like she was trying to convince herself than you.

“Well you can make that decision later,” you say with a grin, knowing that the decision had already been made. You start running your fingers through her hair, smiling warmly at her. “For now, I’d rather get to know you a little more intimately.”

She smirks back, catching your meaning. “Shall we continue what we started in the car?”

Grinning madly, you use the hand that’s in her hair to grab her head, bringing her closer once more. You answer her question with a kiss, allowing her to lightly fall on top of you as you lean back. You feel her breasts press up against your chest, Taylor doing everything she can to share as much physical contact she can with you.

“I have an idea,” you quickly mumble between kisses. “Want to commemorate our new relationship with something a little more kinky?”

She pulls on your lip and sighs as it snaps back, Taylor panting heavily as she brings your forehead to hers. She giggles at the thought, her mind no doubt racing with possible ideas. “What did you have in mind?”

You smirk evilly, having already decided on a course of action.