You breakdown

Before Trish's dick even gets near your ass, you wrestle one of your arms free in a backward motion. Before she can get her grip back, you hit her in the stomach with the back of your arm. This frees you and allows for Trish to get punch straight in the jaw, pushing her back further.

However, when Trish wipes her hand across her jaw, checking for blood and finding little if any, you realize that wasn't a good idea. You don't know what she'll do next, if she'll fuck you harder or just beat the shit out of you. What she does do is something you didn't think or consider.

"Why did you punch me?" Trish asks, staring at you with her golden eyes. She asks you why instead of assuming something else.

You take this opportunity in stride. "I wasn't crying because I was an anal virgin; I was crying because I will no doubt be pregnant now."

"I thought that's what you wanted," Trish replies with a little hostility.

"It was what I wanted in the heat of the moment," you rebutted, "but now I know that can't go back to my family, to whatever came before this. That moment, dominated by you, decided my life for me." You stand up on the bed, though barely, given the dimensions of the room and the state of your vag. "From this point on, I'm going to decide how me get out of this mess."

As you step off the bed and onto the floor, Trish gets more hostile. "What do you mean 'mess'?" She scoffs.

You turn to her, staring at her with the domineering gaze. "You live with your parents, don't you?" You state, "How will they react when their daughter tell them that she knocked up a girl?"

Trish had a fright expression and the color ran from her face. "Oh, God, I hadn't thought of that," she says, for once in the time you've known her, afraid and without macho. "What are we going to do?"

"That's why I'm going to do all the planning," you state smuggling as you sit on the side of the bed, next to Trish, "You think with your dick too much."