Nothing, you're still winded (Ending A2)

You try to speak but you can't.

Amy struggles to her feet. "What is going on? I was asleep..."

"Jack!"

You look up at Amy, and can almost see all the way up to her crotch, you can see where thigh meets pelvis and maybe... just the slight curve of where womanhood mound begins, but then you quickly look to Claire your scowling girlfriend.

You catch your breath, "I... I just got the wrong room. I thought this was my bed, then when I felt someone in the bed I was startled and fell."

Claire's scowl softens slightly, "Oh, I see. Your room is the last one not the first."

"Yeah... it was dark... and I forgot, that's all."

"I see. And are you okay?" Claire asks.

"Yeah, fine, nothing broken."

Amy jumps over you back onto her bed. As she does you catch the briefest glimpse of her hairless mound, and as her legs part and stretch it opens her tight lips enough to glimpse the crimson inners of her labia causing your erect cock to twitch. Your erect cock! Shit! You look down at your eight incher pitching a massive tent as you lay prostrate on the floor.

Amy's rolls onto her bed and then her eyes follow your down towards it. "What is that!" She says, pointing directly at it and giggling.

Claire looks too. "Jack! Oh my goodness! What were you doing?"