No, it seems like trouble

Author's Note: I didn't like the way I'd originally written it, with them going to a party together, so taking a new approach that leans in more to the theme.

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Especially given the signs that Kat may have gotten a whiff of things, Peter decided to stay in. He'd already had a big weekend by his standards and it was probably better to take it easy.

"You guys go on ahead, just don't be too loud when you get back, okay?"

Gratifyingly, both Brady and Kat looked a little disappointed. Peter helped them set up the futon for Kat to crash on, and before long they headed out.

Peter booted up his favorite videogame and spaced out from the events of the weekend so far. For some reason, though, he didn't want to zone out like he used to, and soon his brain encouraged him to get a good night's sleep. That was unusual for him -- it was unusual for any college student, really, but it was his improving body encouraging better habits. He passed out under a thin sheet on his bed.

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Peter woke up in the middle of the night when he felt someone approaching his bed.

Some instinct told him to keep pretending like he was asleep. He could hear Brady's familiar drunken snore coming from the other side of the room, and he smelled a whiff of strawberry shampoo. Kat.

Unbeknownst to Peter, the whiff of his cum earlier had, in fact, planted a seed of curiosity in the petite blonde. She didn't know what the smell was, but associated it with Peter, and wanted more. Normally, Kat would've been too shy to do anything; but after getting moderately drunk on jungle juice, she was drawn to Peter like a moth to flame.

Peter laid there was his eyes closed, debating whether he should scare her off. He had a suspicion as to what was happening, and knew that if he didn't do anything, this might result in him breaking his promise to Miranda to not expose anyone else to his cum.

Unfortunately, that line of thinking caused his newly enhanced cock to stiffen under his thin sheet. With its new size, this made a very impressive tent under the sheet he was sleeping with. He could hear Kat's breathing, now, and he could hear it getting faster and shallower as his massive tool made itself known.

Decreasingly rational, Peter again wrestled with the debate. Should he pretend to stay asleep and see how far Kat would take it? Or should he put a firm stop to any kind of shenanigans in hopes of preventing her from getting more exposure?