Move the pillow

You cautiously move the pillow from your lap, revealing the imprinted shape of your member pressing against your shorts. Kat steals a poorly hidden glance at it and gulps.

“Kat?” You ask.

“Yeah?’ she asks, glancing down again.

“My eyes are up here.” You chuckle.

“I know.” Kat groans, rolls over, and buries her face in the bed, legs idly kicking the air.

“What?” You ask.

“I’m sorry.” She says, muffled through the sheets.

“Sorry for what?” You question. Kat lifts her head and looks you in the eyes.

“I’m being weird,” Kat sighs, “because everything that Marcy says about you is radioactive to me now.”

“Radioactive?” You snort. Kat sits up again, shakes out her hair and puts her hand to her face.

“Oh my God,” Kat begins, doing a credible impression of Marcy’s voice and mannerisms, “John is like such a hunk and is like just so beautiful and was like so great to me with his big and girthy―” Kat pauses, your attention clearly gotten. "I'll let you fill in that blank John."

"Oh my God." You snort.

"Good golly I loved it so much!” Kat gives you a pouty look. “Hey Kat, do you think we can hang out with John‽” You give Kat a look.

“She says things like that about me?” You ask.

“Verbatim.” Kat sighs. “Did I mention that she’s been like this since yesterday? Because she’s been like this since yesterday and it’s driving me absolutely crazy.”

“Jesus.” You whistle, and Kat lays down next to you again.

“And just like radioactivity, it's slowly killing me from the inside too.” Kat sighs dryly.

“Why?” You ask, recoiling.

“Shameful curiosity.” Kat groans.

“Curiosity?” You repeat, propping yourself up on your elbows and eyeing Kat.

“And here I was thinking you’d be more interested in the shameful part.” Kat chuckles. “But yeah, I’m kinda curious.”

“Curious about what?” You ask.

“Just, that sort of stuff, you know?” Kat sighs again. “I’m not gonna pretend that I don’t find it really gross, but also kinda exciting?” She covers her face with her hands, averting your gaze. “When Marcy started telling me everything you and her did together I started feeling funny and I was really shocked because honestly I kinda thought that I might be ace until literally yesterday.”

“Ace?” You ask.

“Asexual John.” Kat peevishly sighs, frowning at you.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.” Kat continues. “So I’m definitely having some revelations about myself these days.” Kat smiles weakly at you. “That’s all.”

“What do you mean?” You ask. Kat rolls her eyes at you insolently.

"I didn't know that, you know, dirty stuff like that could excite me in those sorts of ways at all." She sighs.

"Excite you?" You ask, your eyebrows jumping up your forehead in surprise.

"Yeah. That's what I just said. John." Kat tuts. Her face is turning increasingly red.

"No need to be prickly about it." You comment, shifting your half-hard package so it rests a bit more comfortably. "I'm just not used to talking to you specifically about this kinds of things, you know?"

"I know, and I'm sorry for snapping." Kat groans.

"Apology accepted."

"I'm just―" Kat begins and halts. "It's not technically your fault that I'm feeling this way." Kat sighs. "But it's―" Kat stops herself, and stares off at the far wall past you, chewing on her words for a long moment. "But you'd agree that it's weird right?"

"Which part?" You ask. Kat gives you another incredulous look.

"Me getting, you know, excited." Kat asks, her reddened face in a frown of seriousness. "Do you think it's weird?"