After a long few minutes, her shivering quieted down and she seemed to regain control of herself. And then, long after I had asked, Brianna answered my question.

“We've talked about it before. But just saying it was never enough to force a clean break. When I said I didn't feel like you would ever love me, you would just try harder to be affectionate, to pay more attention to me. You would do everything you could to be a better boyfriend, convincing yourself it was the RIGHT thing to do. And meanwhile, you'd be burying inside all your natural urges."

She sniffled and said, “You're not monogamous by nature, David. It's a miracle you've kept it in your pants as much as you have been.”

My arms tightened as I thought of Claudine. But before I could say anything, Brianna kept going, bitterness creeping into her voice.

“You secretly resent me for not being bisexual. You try to hide it, but you feel it inside all the same. You desperately want your sister, and when you look at me you're seeing her half the time. And you can't help but hate me for not being Amber."

Her words had such venom in them that I wanted to let go of her and hide beneath the bed. As it was, all I managed was to loosen my grip around her.

Brianna let out a long, forlorn sigh. And all was quiet for another few moments. When she spoke, her voice was soft again, resigned instead of angry. "It's who you are. And despite all that, I love you."

She barked a Laugh, sudden enough to jolt me. "I don't know why!" And then she Laughed, not loud, but constantly and crazily with a weird expression on her face. For a moment, I wondered if Brianna had lost her sanity.

But then she sighed again, squeezing her eyes shut tightly and she gasped, "You're a great guy, David. You are smart, you are kind, and you never pushed me harder than I could handle. But you could never fall in love with me. I just wish I could stop loving you."

Her whole body heaved up and down, and when she stilled she seemed to have shrunk a few inches.

“But I can't do it. I can't do it, David. I'm in love with you too much. You have to be the one to break up with me."

She bit her lip, and then looking down, Brianna saw the creamy white trail of cum oozing down her thigh past the hem of her skirt. She slowly shook her head as if in disbelief at what she had done to herself, then reached out with her skirt and mopped it up into the thin fabric.

I watched her do this and said quietly, "You didn't have to do that.

Last night, we could have had this conversation without you...," I groaned in frustration with myself for letting it get this far.

“Without you doing that to yourself."

“Maybe... maybe not..." Brianna chuckled to herself and turned to face me. "You're not even angry, are you? Here I wanted to get you mad, get you ready to dump me and call me a whore, just so I could be free of you. But even this, you're not angry?"

I didn't have to answer. She knew it was the truth.

"Real people aren't supposed to be Like you, David. Men aren't supposed to be okay with their girlfriends having sex behind their backs. I thought *I* was kinky. I thought +I* was strange for liking anal sex more than in my cunt. I thought there was something messed up in my head for getting sooo turned on by bondage. But at least all that is just between two people in an intimate relationship."

I shrugged.

“To each their own." And then I let out a heavy sigh, staring at the floor and gearing up for my own confession.

“Brianna...

I cheated on you too."

I braced myself for the explosion. We both knew I wasn't really the jealous type, but we both knew that SHE was. Even my occasional trysts with E-Beth were only allowed begrudgingly out of Brianna's desperate need to keep me happy. And even then, I was always on thin ice with my girlfriend for at least a week afterwards.

Instead, Brianna sighed in resignation.

“When?”