The half-truth.

You can't tell her about the mind control powers... But she deserved to know what you've done.

"Alice... I **** you last night."

"...what?"

You pull your hands away from her, and close your eyes to face away. You can't bear to look at her.

It's not the whole truth, but it's accurate enough to be what basically happened.

"Last night, while we were both drinking the champagne, you passed out before I did." You went to explain, improvising a story on the spot. "You were ****, and I took advantage of you. I did things to your body that I wasn't proud of, and ended up regretting it. I had no excuse, and I'm so sorry for what I did. Even though I was a pathetic pervert freak, who doesn't deserve your forgiveness, I regret doing this to you. The guilt has been eating my mind for the whole day, I couldn't handle it. You deserve to know..."

And now she knows. She knows what you did to her.

You kept your eyes closed, waiting to hear a response from her, many kind of response at all. But she doesn't make even a sound. Not a peep.

To be honest, you would much rather prefer hearing her scream and yell at you. To take out her anger and frustrations out on you. Literally anything but hearing nothing at all.

Is she disappointed? Is she in shock? Is she so morbidly disgusted with you that she doesn't even know how to react?

Have you lost your best friend, forever?

She kept silent, which did nothing to soothe your nervousness. Why hasn't she said anything yet?

But eventually, she does speak.

"John. Look at me."

Here it comes. You'll be face to face to someone who had the look of pure betrayal, you know it, you just know it!

You hesitantly opened your eyes and faced her, fully expecting to see tears or anger, or most of scariest of all, her disappointment.

Instead, all you saw was her going you a curious eyebrow.

Well that's... Underwhelming.

Why is she looking at you like that? Isn't she mad at you for what you did? Doesn't she hate you now? Isn't this the part where she's supposed to hate me?

"Tell me what you did." She asked of you. "Like, specifically. Give me details. What did you do to my body specifically, while I was passed out?"

Ah, you see now. She wanted to know what you did to violate her. Maybe to know what to say and describe when she calls the police. Understandable. This is also something she deserves to know anyway.

"Of course. I'll try my best to give you the full details and not sugarcoat anything." You nodded, thinking about how to convert what happened this morning to fit in with your scenario.

You told her to unbottomed her shirt and took off her bra.

"I unbottomed your shirt and took off your bra."

You told her to grab your face and put it in between her breasts.

"I put my face between your breasts."

After that, you told her to take your pants off and pleasure you with both her breasts and her mouth.

"Then I took off my pants, and... I used your breasts and your mouth to pleasure myself."

Until finally, you came right inside her mouth.

"And then I... orgasmed inside your mouth. Once I was done, I... I cleaned you up so that you wouldn't notice anything wrong in the morning. That was everything that happened."

Alice glanced away for a moment to think. Then she turned back to ask, "Why did you do it?"

You looked away from her out of shame. "It... It wasn't supposed to have gone so far like that. I couldn't help myself for some reason." You scoffed at your own response, "But that's not a valid excuse. What I did to you was disgusting and terrible, and nothing can excuse that. I'm so sorry Alice. You trusted me, and I... betrayed your trust."