Kat spills the beans

You’re still pretty damp around the edges as you leave the bathroom, tossing your doubly dirty and grossly crusty 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, her eyebrows furrowing at you. “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 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, so I’ll admit that I was not exactly thrilled to learn about you and Marcy doing things between bouts of her puking 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 snorts.

“No it is not.” Kat says, sitting up. “I wasn’t born yesterday you know.”

“So are you going to tell me then?” 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 anything with you at the party until some other girl started hitting on you at the party.”

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

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

“Huh.”

“But she said that that was kinda the impetus for her very rash actions.”

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

“Also she said that there’s only one bathroom in that house that has a working lock, and she found it before you and her got busy, so she still had enough sense in her still to plan ahead.”

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

“You tell me.”

“What?”

“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. She told me all about it.”

“She did?”

“She did.” Kat states, giving a thousand yard stare. “I felt dirty enough listening to her talk 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 spits out, “she said that her ears were ringing after the first time.”

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

“Oh no,” she scoffs, “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.”

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

“What‽” You scoff. Kat shrugs.

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

“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 every freshman in school 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. “That’s all I wanted to talk about really.” She stands up from your bed. "It's getting late, so I'm gonna go, but we should talk more often." You nod in agreement.

"Night Kat." You say.

"Night John." Kat answer. She gathers together her stuff and you see her out the door. Shortly she is down the steps and off into the darkness.