You forgot about something, didn't you?

Amy walks into your ensuite bathroom, closing the door behind her.

You stand there, still naked, still hard.

What a fucking disaster.

You're an idiot.

You were so close.

So fucking close.

And you blew it.

Literally.

"Fuck." You mutter, grabbing your phone.

*Ding*

You get a text from Mike.

"Hey bitch, thanks for the fun today."

Attached is the photo he took of you, covered in cum, with the words "Mikes cock warmer" written on your face.

"You motherfucker."

You being typing a storm of the most heinous threats you can muster, filled with rage and hatred.

You go to hit se-

"What the fuck!" You hear Amy shout from the bathroom.

You lock your phone and begin to get up before Amy rips the door open.

"Why didn't you tell me you were seeing someone??!" She explains angrily, holding your black cum soaked dress in her hand

Shit.

"It's not what it looks like." You stammer, trying to think of a plausible excuse.

"Not what it looks like? NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE?!"

"Do you think I'm an idiot, Joseph?! Do you really think I'm that stupid?!"

"Amy, listen, I can explain."

"Ok. Explain." Amy cooly insists with her ams crossed.

Whatever you've got, its now or never.

You can't tell her it was yours, can you?

How do you explain crusty stains?