Wash Up.

Katrina quickly put her clothes back on and went over to the sink. She splashes some cold water on her face and scrubbed the jism off of her face. When she had finished getting it all (she hoped), she looked into the mirror. Her face was still red and it looked like she just raced a marathon. He was going to notice, she just knew it. But she couldn't take any longer or he'd be even more suspicious.

She dryed her face off on a blue towel, then walked back out into the hallway. She returned to Ash's bedroom and saw him sitting up and looking at her. She tried to look him in the eyes but failed miserably. Her confidence, so raised by the handjob and how much he enjoyed it, was back down in the gutters and she felt shame wash over her.

"Kat?" Ash asked. "Were you calling for me back there?"

"N-no." Katrina replied. "It was just a...just a noise."

"A noise?" Ash rose one eyebrow. "Are you okay?"

"Yes?" She tried to make it a statement, but couldn't do it.

"You look flushed and sweaty." He noted, Katrina's cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of red. "What's going on?"

"...Promise not to laugh?" She whispered.

"Of course. Unless it's really funny." Ash grinned. Katrina gave him an exasperated look and the young man held his arms up. "Okay, I promise."

"I..." He voice died in her throat and she had to clear it to continue. "I...I'm...horny."

"Pardon?" Ash asked, nearly **** on the air he was breathing. Katrina's face was practically glowing like a stoplight. "You're...horny?"

"Yeah." She said softly. "I...uh...enjoyed relieving you. A lot." She bit her lower lip and looked up at him tenatively. "It turned me on."

"Uh...wow." Ash said, a little dumbfounded. "That's really...wow. So...I guess when you were in the bathroom, you were..." He let the sentence die off and Katrina immediatly found something interesting in the floor to stare at again. Ash coughed lightly. "Errr...sorry, Kat. I didn't mean to distrub your...um...alone time..."

"No! No, I'm okay." She laughed awkwardly. "I can get over it. I just got caught in the heat of the moment is all."

"You sure?" Ash asked. "I'll let you have some time to yourself."

"No, no." She insisted. "Besides, I probably wouldn't be able to get off all by myself anyway." She walked over to his dresser and bent over to pick up her pants.

"...Would you like some help?" Ash's voice asked. Katrina dropped the pants in surprise and nearly fell over. She could feel her heart stop beating temporarily. There was no way she could have heard that right...could she?

"W-what?" She asked weakly.

"Welllll...." Ash dragged the last letter sound out. "You did help me get off, so it would be pretty selfish of me to leave you bothered, wouldn't it?" Katrina turned around, her face red and her breathing shallow.

"It would?" She asked, fearing to show any kind of enthusiasm in case it was some joke or trap. Was Ash really offering to help her out? No way...there was just no way...

"I think so anyway." Ash shrugged. "If it weirds you out, just forget I brought it up. I just thought that I should at least offer to reciprocate the favor. If you did it for me, there's no reason I can't help you out too."

"Bu...But..." Her mouth moved without getting any kind of help from the brain. She couldn't count the number of fantasies that started like this. She had waited so long for this opportunity and a large chunk of her brain screamed at her to jump at his offer. But one small part, the one fueled by fear and insecurity rose a counterpoint and, unfortunatly, had control of her mouth. "H-how would you help me, Ash? Your hands are all bandaged up...you couldn't do anything for me."

"Oh." Ash said simply. He looked over at his casts. "Yeah, I suppose you're right. I wouldn't be able to use my hands at all, huh? I'd be pretty useless. Nevermind then. Sorry." he laid back down on the bed.

Katrina turned back around to the dresser and barely resisted the urge to put her head through the wall. She gripped the edges of the dresser tightly and gritted her teeth, swearing at herself mentally. Stupid, stupid, stupid! She may never get a chance like that again! This is what she's wanted for so long! Ash is finally, by some weird twist of fate, offering himself to her and she turned him down. She almost wanted to burst into tears at how her fear was holding her back from what she wanted.

"Then again..." Ash spoke up, as if continuing his previous thought, "I don't have any bandages on my tongue."

This time, Katrina really did fall over. Her hands lost their grip from the suprise of his words hitting her ears and she bumped her chin against the dresser top. But the pain was so distant at his point, she just flipped around to face him wildly. He was still ling down on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"Your...your..." Katrina stuttered. He just offered her oral sex! He just offered to eat her out!

"Look, I'm just saying. If you don't want to, or if I'm creeping you out, just say so. I'll drop it. But I'm willing to help you if you want help." Ash finished, still looking straight up.