He confesses.

"Yes." He bit his tongue as he closed his eyes. "Yes, she is."

She smiled sweetly. "Does Tom know?"

"No."

"Will he ever?"

"No." He choked up. "H-hopefully not." He had to fight back his tears. He knew he had just given everything up -- all of his friends, the approval of his parents, his girlfriend...all shattered. He broke when it mattered most. They weren't careful. They were stupid. They got cocky. Their plan had backfired, all because they couldn't wait for their boy and girlfriends to leave.

"Will I?"

"What?"

"Are you crying?" She asked, her eyebrows recoiled in genuine concern. "Baby, don't cry. I knew. At least...well, drunk Kaitlyn knew." She took her finger and wiped a tear forming in his eye. She then kissed him again. "I'll forget by tomorrow whenever I wake up. I don't think sober Kaitlyn has any idea other than you two seem more chummy than most...what an idiot. But please, baby. Don't cry."

He tried to man up. "I-I'm so-sorry." He choked. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"You haven't. I know I'm not good." She kissed him again. "I know, baby. I know. It's my fault. How long has this been going on?"

"Three weeks now."

"It's not even that long. Have you had sex?"

"Yes."

"Did you wear protection?"

He hesitated. "No."

She smiled. "Risky. She's on the pill, though, right?" He nodded.

"At least you're being safe. How does she like it?"

"Like what?" He managed to hold off on crying anymore. At least for now.

"What position? How does she...fuck you." He noted a slight change in atmosphere.

He decided if he was confessing right now, he'd better not pull any stops. "However I want."

"How do you like it? Do you cum inside? Do you eat her out?"

A million questions. "Kait...does it matter?"

"I want to know."

"I cum inside. I like her basically in any way...and yes."

She kissed him, but this time kissed him deeply and ran her tongue inside of his mouth. "Did she cum earlier?" She asked.

"Yes."

She rested her forehead onto his. "I can taste her. It's slightly sweet. And you smell like her...did I interrupt you?"

"Yes."

"Do you want to go back?"

"I..."

"Don't lie."

"So badly. I kept her on the line so she could hear me lie to you and make an excuse to come back."

"Is she on the phone?"

"She can't reach it. I tied her up."

"For how long?"

"Since we came down here, so...maybe fifteen minutes."

Tyler felt the world around him spin -- something about this seemed out of place, out of touch -- like he was in some perverted dream as Kaitlyn asked him a question.

"If I let you go back up there, can I watch?"