Kat spills the beans

You are John Smith, a 21 year old college student. You’re still pretty damp around the edges as you leave the bathroom, tossing your doubly dirty towel in your hamper and sitting down on your bed. You take a deep breath and take the plunge.

“So.” You begin, looking Kat in the eyes.

“So?” Kat replies, giving you a look.

“So do I get my reason now?” You ask.

“For why you couldn’t eat with us today?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe it has something to do with you hooking up with Marcy.” Kat states, frowning at you.

“Yeah, I figured.” You chuckle.

“Well,” Kat sighs, “I’m sure you figured out that I’m disappointed in you and Marcy for this.”

“Since when―”

“Ah!” She interrupts. “I’m not finished! I know you’re both adults and I’m not supposed to intercede in your sex lives yadda yadda yadda, and yeah I agree. But still, put yourself in my shoes for a second. Your best friend since you were in diapers goes to her first college party and hooks up with your brother and then you are the one who has to deal with all the aftercare.”

“Aftercare?” You ask.

“Marcy was puking and hung over for like hours, John.” She pointedly states, blinking at you. “Sure you had to deal with Lou, which is its own punishment, but I still had to keep an eye on her all day.”

“Oh wow.” You say.

“Yeah oh wow is right, so I’ll admit that I was not exactly thrilled to learn about you and Marcy doing things between bouts of her puking her guts out and crying because her tummy was hurting.” Kat sighs, laying back on your bed.

“So what exactly did Marcy tell you?” You ask, also reclining back next to her to look up at the ceiling.

“Uhh.” Kat says, twirling her hair in her hand.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I know that it's embarrassing” you say, baiting an answer. Kat blows a raspberry.

“Maybe embarrassing for you!” Kat snorts, sitting up. “I wasn’t born yesterday, you know.”

“So are you going to tell me then?” You ask. Kat sighs.

“Well, where to start?” she begins, “Marcy admitted to me that she had always a bit of a crush on you going way way back to when we were little.”

“Really?” You ask, quite amused.

“I mean, I kinda figured that out starting in middle school or so?” Kat groans. “Honestly I’m just shocked that she took this long to act on that attraction.”

“Liquor will do that to you.” You comment.

“Liquid courage,” she sighs.

“So what then?” You ask, staring at the ceiling.

“Well,” Kat begins, “she admitted that she wasn’t planning on doing things with you at the party until some other girl started hitting on you.”

“Who? Jessica?” You interject. Kat shrugs.

“She just said ‘a sister’, so you tell me.”

“Huh.” You comment.

“But that was the thing that pushed her towards you.”

“That’s one way to say it.” You click your tongue.

“Apparently there’ was only one bathroom in that whole frat house that has a working lock, and she found it, so she still had enough sense in her still to plan that far ahead.”

“Ah.” You say. “So how exactly did we get to the couch?” Kat groans.

“You tell me.” She sighs.

“What?” You reply.

“What, do you not remember?” Your silence is your answer. Kat glares at you. “You’re unbelievable.”

“It’s the truth.”

“Well what do you remember?”

“Well,” you begin, “I remember her taking me to the bathroom.” Kat nods along. “I remember us―”

“Doing the deed, yeah yeah yeah." Kat interjects. "She told me all about it.”

“She did?” You say, recoiling.

“She did.” Kat states, giving a thousand yard stare. “I felt dirty enough listening to it that I took a shower afterwards.”

“Oh no.” You can’t help but chuckle. “Did she at least enjoy it?” Kat gives you a look of utter contempt.

“Yeah, she did” she spits out, eyebrows furrowed at you, “she said that you left her ears ringing after the first time.”

“First time?” You ask. “I only remember doing it the once.” Kat snaps around to look at you.

“Oh no no no,” she scoffs, counting on her fingers, “you and Marcy went at it like twice in the bathroom, once in somebody’s bedroom after you got kicked out of the bathroom, and then one more time for good measure on the living room couch before you passed out. Marcy was very pointed about that.”

“Jesus.” You grunt, eyes wide.

“Yeah.” She says. “You two were just the life of the party. Somewhere in there some drunk sorority girls that sneaked into the bedroom and gawked and watched while you were doing her the third time.”

“What‽” You gasp. Kat shrugs.

“Also there was also a―” She sighs. “Let’s say there was a measuring contest and you were a podium finish.”

“You don’t mean―” You start.

“That you whipped out what God graced you with in front of a whole house party?” Kat says flatly. There’s a pregnant silence between you for a long moment.

“Well.” You reply, popping your lips.

“Yeah, and Marcy nearly clawed a girl’s eyes out after she tried to take you off to an empty room in the house to, well, take you for a ride.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah. Also before I go I’ll also let you know that I was beside myself trying to stop her from telling anyone who would listen what she already told me.”

“Quite the chatter mouth is she?” You chuckle.

“Oh you don’t know?” Kat scoffs.

“Know what?”

“Girls talk, John. Marcy more so than most. It won’t be long before everybody who knows her also knows who you are and what you got―” Kat trails off. She’s looking down at your crotch. The not-so-subtle shape of your member is printing against your shorts.

“Oops.” You say, as you shift your pillow over your growing erection. Kat looks away, embarrassed. She sits there for a long and very awkward moment, looking away, before you hazard talking to her.

“Kat, you good?”

“Yeah.” She answers, still looking away. “You just, well, surprised me I guess.” She sighs deeply. “John, can I ask you something personal?”

“Sure?” You hesitantly answer. You kind of felt that this was already a pretty personal conversation.

“Why did you, you know,” She exasperates, “do it with Marcy?”

“Why?” You repeat.

“Yes why,” she sighs, “I already know the why from her, and I certainly know the where, when, what, and how, but I want to know your why.”

“Well,” you say, “I suppose it was an act of opportunity. I didn’t really go to the party that night with the expectation of messing around with Marcy,” at least not her in particular you mentally add, “but it just sort of happened. You know?”

“I don't but sure.” Kat admits, looking over at you. “Urges and all that?”

“Yeah, something like that.” You chuckle.

“Basically the same thing that Marcy said, that for whatever reason, she just got this urge at the party to do things like that with you once she saw the other girl making moves on you.” She sighs, looking troubled.

“Well that does track with what I remember.” You add. Kat rolls her eyes at you.

“John, can I ask you something else personal?” She says after a very long silence.

“Sure?” You say again, shifting to keep your erection safety hidden under the pillow.

“Are you having urges like that right now?” Kat asks, stealing a glance at you.

“Yeah.” You say, looking up at the ceiling, actively avoiding eye contact with Kat. “In my defense we were talking about that kind of thing.” You meet her eyes.

“That’s fair.” She says, laying down next to you on your bed, facing you. “I wasn’t gonna blame you for getting bothered.” Her voice drops to a mutter, hot breath on your face. “And you can move the pillow if you want.”