You can't do it. You can't put up with this kind of abuse anymore, not even from Millie. Especially not from Millie.
"Yeah, real funny, babe," you start, your voice low and dripping with sarcasm. "Me as a pile of shit, what a laugh."
Millie blinks and slows, turning to you in surprise. She begins to say something, but you're just getting started.
"You could even take a picture to show your friends. You'd all laugh about that silly boy that thought he meant something, before you put it away with the rest of your exes and forget me."
"Hey," she interjects, stopping to face you. You keep going, ignoring her protest.
"I don't mean a thing to you, do I? Not a damn thing. No more than any other girl, I guess. Why should you? I am a boy, after all. Just a bit of meat to play with before you eat me, huh? Or let one of your girlfriends have me. It's not my fault I was born with a penis! I was doomed from the beginning, wasn't I? Everything I've done so far has just been a waste, a fucking waste of time and life. Heh, for a little while, I thought you might actually give a fuck, but it's pretty clear from your attitude where I stand on your list of priorities. You'll get bored of me soon enough, and that'll be then end of me, won't it? Won't it?"
Your volume has increased bit by bit as you go on, until you're practically shouting. Millie lets you speak, lips closed tight. Your chest heaves as you finish your tirade, your face red with anger. You feel a bit light headed as you wait for her response.
When it does, you immediately regret everything you've said. She meets your eyes with hers, and you find them full of angry tears.
"Is that it, then? That's what you think of me?" she snaps, sniffling. "I'm just another heartless bitch? Just another predator, huh?"
"I..." you begin, but now it's her turn.
"Yeah, I'm a predator. Yeah, I eat people. But I'm still human, Gilbert. I have feelings. I don't keep you around for fun, you ungrateful idiot. Dating you is not fun. My friends think I'm weak. They call me names, they mock me. I'm a joke to them, because of you. No, I definitely don't date you for fun. I keep you around because, get this, I LIKE you. I think you're a very nice person. I think you're funny. You're handsome, you're strong for a guy, in more ways than one, and you're just fun to be around. I keep you around.. because I love you. I thought we understood each other, Gil. I'm not claiming to be the nicest person ever. I know I say mean things to you, but I thought you knew me well enough to know that I don't really feel that way about you. Yes, I'm the boss, and yes, I do own you. That doesn't mean I think less of you. It's just the way things have to be."
You stare down at the ground, feeling quite stupid. What did it help, to take your anger out on the only person keeping you alive? No, she isn't perfect, but she's treated you better than anyone else.
"I'm sorry," you mumble ashamedly. "I didn't mean it, I just... I've been..."
Her expression softens, but only slightly. "Look, I'm not totally blind. I'm sure it's horrible to be a boy. It must be really, really hard on you, every day. Sometimes I forget what a struggle life must be for you. That doesn't mean you can disrespect me, though. The things you just said to me are completely unacceptable, and I won't stand for that behavior. If you really have a problem with something I do, or say, or whatever, you can tell me, and I will listen, I promise. Cause guess what? I care. But if you keep bottling up and taking everything out on me, I will end this relationship. I don't have to time to put up with that kind of shit."
You nod, knowing that an end to the relationship really means an end to you. The threat is chilling, but you realize you have been out of line. You've just got to straighten up, and have a better attitude. Does life suck? Absolutely. Does bitching at your girlfriend help? Absolutely not.
Millie wipes her eyes. "I'm not going to hold this against you. Like I said, I know life must really suck for you. But I meant what I said. Straighten up. I'm not your enemy."
"You're right, Millie," you say. "I'm sorry.. really, I am, I didn't mean to take everything out on you."
"It's okay," she says, and she smiles at you. Seeing that makes you feel much better. Tentatively, you reach for her to hug her. She wraps her arms around you and pulls you close. "I meant what I said about talking to me, too," she whispers. "I want to hear what you have to say, alright?"
"Okay," you respond, enjoying the moment of tenderness.
It doesn't last long. "I think you do need a bit of a reminder as to who's boss, though..." she says mischievously, and you feel her strong hands pushing you downwards. You make no move to resist as she forces you to your knees, and lifts up her skirt. "Get to work," she commands, and you comply, pulling her panties down and pushing your face between her thighs. She lets out a whispery moan as you begin to service her, pressing your lips between hers, using your tongue to stimulate her. You're well practiced at this, and you know just what she likes. You soon have her bucking and whimpering as she fucks your face. Her pussy tightens as she squeals in climax.
You start to pull away, but she's not done with you. She pushes you down onto your back, straddling you with her butt towards your face. She unbuttons your pants and pulls your cock free, and you grunt in pleasure as you feel her fingers grasp it. Her vagina plops down over you face once more, and she begins grinding as she stuffs your member between her lips and begins to suck it. The two of you pleasure each other for the next few minutes, just lying on the concrete of the sidewalk in the darkened school. When you're both finished, she helps pull you up, and kisses you.
"That's more like it," she coos, taking your hand and leading you out to the front of the school, where you usually part ways. The streets are dark, lit only by sporadic streetlights casting an eerie glow. You glance nervously down the path you have to take home. You don't usually leave this late. Not alone, anyway.
Millie seems worried too. "Do you... want me to walk you home?" she asks.
You find that you do want that, but you don't want to cause her trouble. It's almost nine o'clock, and it's a good fifteen minute walk. You've walked home in the dark before, but it's always been a frightening experience.
Do you ask her for an escort? Or go it alone?
