Try to act natural

As Amy stands in front of you awaiting your answer, you're stuck looking her figure over and over, admiring her perfection...being near her is making you want to punch yourself square in the face. If you had only believed Charles right from the beginning, your outline of this new world would have surely included free use of redheads, or young women, or girls that have their name starting with "A", or any other rule imaginable that would allow you to use Amy in any way you desire. If you played your cards right, you could have showed up at her doorstep with no pants on and her reaction would have just been a casual "Oh, John, did you want to fuck me again?" with that smile of hers. Your mind is getting lost picturing yourself fucking her as she watches TV or sucking you off while she reads...

...anyway, you've lost that opportunity. At the very least, not all hope is lost. Whenever you're done here, you can easily go relieve your sexual tension by finding any big breasted woman or by wandering in any public area where virgins might be lying in wait for you. For now, however, you collect yourself and do your best to stick with the current plan of information gathering.

"Coffee sounds good," you say with a nod and a small smile to which Amy nods herself. Showing you inside, she closes the door behind her as you step into her apartment. It's the same size as yours but in far better shape with much less mess and things looking like they're properly organized. Around the place are various pictures of her and her family, as well as some photographs of her and her boyfriend, Chris. That lucky, lucky man.

Walking over to the small wooden table near the kitchen counter, you take a seat as Amy detaches a small pot from a heating device, pouring fresh coffee from it into two small mugs. With her back turned to you, you take the time to appreciate the perfection of her rear from your seat. To think, if you had said just about anything else, you could be ramming her while she did that. If only her hymen was intact...

Wait a minute...when you first met with her, she was a virgin, then that damned football player stole the prize. Did the doctor's reality manipulation retcon your previous world and past events? Were you the only who took her virginity in this version of the world? Your dick slowly grows with excitement as you imagine how it could have been—you fucking Amy wildly over the table while everyone else quietly took notes on the professor's lecture, no one thinking it strange. As much as you'd like to continue fantasizing about that, having an apparent erection would not make this situation any easier, so you hush those thoughts.

Both cups full of coffee in hand, Amy turns around and walks to the table, taking a seat and handing you your mug. Simultaneously, you both enjoy your first sip of the good stuff. She was always really good at brewing the perfect cup of coffee.

"So, what's worrying you this time?" Amy asks curiously as she puts her mug down. "Same as always?"

"Uh...yeah," you stutter, going along with it. The "same as always" that she speaks of would be your difficulty in finding a girlfriend—that's what meetings like this usually revolved around. She always did her best to give you the best advice she could in finding a mate. Obviously, that wasn't even close to what had you preoccupied on this occasion, but you've got to roll with it for now. Your goal here is to find how normal relationships work in this world, and to also not look completely out of your mind.

"You know, I want something more than using a...titty cashier or deflowering yet another virgin that I barely know," you say in as best a casual tone you can, trying your damnedest to utter those words as if they were completely normal. It was somewhat difficult, but you manage it well enough as you see Amy nods.

"This again, huh?" Amy remarks with a small laugh and teasing roll of her eyes as she takes another sip of her coffee. "Well, spit it out, then. Who rejected you this time? These talks usually happen after failures, you know? That, and, if a girl did say yes to you, I'm sure you wouldn't look this depressed."

"Nothing to report," you say with a shrug. "Haven't tried anything lately."

"Really...?" she says with a surprised blink. "Huh...the hell's got you upset, then? You've got the classic I just got turned down again look going on."

"Just a weird dream," you explain simply, not going into more detail than that regarding the events that went on with Charles. "I woke up from a really strange dream and I've felt out of place with myself the entire morning. I thought talking to you would help me bring me back to my senses."

"Ohhhhh," Amy says with an understanding nod. "Dreams can suck sometimes, huh? What happened in your dream, anyway?"

"Er...I'd rather not talk about it," you slowly say, not really being able to find any way to properly explain what happened. "Let's just talk about you, yeah? How are things going for you? Did you break up with Chris yet so I could have a shot?"

You say the last bit with a playful smile as you elbow her shoulder, to which she laughs and playfully pushes you back. "Very funny," she says with a small laugh. "Things are fine with Chris...I guess."

So, she's still in a relationship with Chris...

"It's just..."

She trails off, looking down to the floor. Her aura has become undeniably more solemn. Seeing her like this is never a happy occasion. "What? What's going on with you two?"

"Well, our sex life is basically nonexistent," she admits with an almost annoyed shrug and a sigh as she leans back in her seat, crossing her arms. "I guess I can't really blame him...there's a ton of big breasted older women at the office he works at, so of course he'd take the time to fuck them at his leisure...but every time he gets home, he's so tired out from fucking all those girls at work that he doesn't have anything left for me. Hardly the romantic."

"Why would you let him cheat on you like that?" you blabber near instantly, your old world mindset reacting before your brain could conjure a response fitting for this reality. As expected, she looks at you with extremely puzzled eyes upon hearing your question.

"Cheating?" she repeats off you, saying it as if it were a word from another language that she was trying to understand. "The hell are you going on about, John? I know I have a few prude friends who believe that enjoying big tit cumdumps or even jerking off are acts of adultery, but I never thought I'd hear something so stupid from you. You weren't kidding when you said you were out of place today, huh?"

Well, if there's anything that slip up proved useful for, you've learned that using designated women doesn't constitute as cheating.

"In any case, I'm thinking I might talk to him soon about it," Amy says with a small sigh as she runs her hands through her crimson locks. "As much as I love my dildo and vibrator, they're only going to do so much for me, you know?"

You both laugh a bit at her brazen nature—given the powerful bond of your friendship, you've always talked about such topics with one another without much regard or worry.

"Anything else on your mind?" she asks with a kind smile as she drinks more of her coffee. Putting your own mug down after another sip of your own, you wonder what else you could inquire about...