Oops

So, there I stood, naked as a jay bird, Ben's blood on my mouth and his spunk slowly dripping out of me, leaving a trail down my inner thigh, when Jack rushed around the corner, wielding a baseball bat, and wearing a tee shirt that said, "No, I Fuck You", with a pair of incongruous blue panties with the turtle pokemon on them.

"Oh shit! What happened? Where are you bleeding?" she said.

"I, uh, it's not me," I stammered.

"Ben? Ben!" she yelled and ran off like a momma bear protecting her cubs.

"God, what have I done?" I asked no one in particular.

Cleaning myself off with some tissues, I put on my panties and shirt and went out into the split level that the four rented.

Jack was in the kitchen with Ben, patting his arm with a wet paper towel, trying to wash away the blood whilst my date cried in her arms like a child to his mother.

Honestly, I didn't know what to do, so I just sat on the stairs and waited.

It was Jack who came to me and directed me down another half-flight of stairs into the family room while Ben made himself scarce.

Sitting me on the couch and stepping back to glower down at me, she said, "What happened?"

"We... we were having sex... and I got excited... and I, uh, but him."

"Shit, girl, you didn't give him some love bite, you fucking gnawed on his arm like rabid weasel."

"I... didn't mean to do that."

"No one gives a fuck what you meant to do, all they care about is what you did do."

"I'm..."

"Uh-uh, no. You don't get to just say 'you're sorry'."

Feeling about twenty years younger, I whispered, "But I am."

Apparently Jack heard what I said and let out a growl of frustration.

"Fine, you know what, fuck it. You can stay on the couch until morning, but then, you need to go. I'll even give you a ride if it means keeping my boys safe."

Unable to argue, I just said, "Thank you, Jack."

"Squirtle," Cathy says, completely derailing my train of thought. "You meant squirtle, right?"

"What's a squirtle?" I ask confusedly.

"The blue turtle pokemon from Gen One. That squirtle."

"Oh, yeah, I guess."

Cathy gives a soft smile and asks, "It's it really that bad when you bite someone?"

I hedge, trying to think of how to phrase this without scaring her. With a sigh, I give up and decide to just be blunt, "Basically, yes. There are some places that hurt worse than others and I can be a little gentler, but it's never pleasant."

Cathy doesn't seem scared, so much as curious, which I've found is pretty much her default state and I {if cathylove > 4}love{else}like{endif} it about her.

"Anyway, where was I?"

"Jack had you sleeping on the couch."

"Ah, right," I say before diving into the next part.