Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Whit

The first thing I hear when I wake up is her pleading with me. And my dick swells to massive proportions. It's not just her voice though. It's this delicious scent that seems to be all around me. I can't stop myself from snuggling into the place where the amazing scent is strongest. And I rub myself up against the softest skin I have ever felt. I'm already halfway to coming when rational thought hits me.

My head pops up only to meet stormy hazel amber fire that is drenched in worry. It's the worry that has me trying to remember harder. Things start creeping into my consciousness like bullets being shot from a machine gun. I become aware of just exactly what the delicious smell is.

It's Kat. I had my head up against Kat's soft…pussy. The scent that is driving me nuts is Kat's…little pussy.

As soon as I release her from some of my weight, she is wiggling away from me and reaching for something to cover herself with. She finds my dress shirt from yesterday and starts buttoning it up on her. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and hold my head in my hands. It's the only way I can keep from reaching out and pulling her back down in this bed and spending the rest of the day breathing in the sweet scent of her little kitty.

"Let's just keep calm and try to stay focused. What do you remember?"

I have to choke back the sweetheart I want to add to the end of it. I don't think now is the time.

"I don't remember anything. I…I can't remember!" Her voice starts to rise as her eyes choke me with the worry I find there. "All I know is I'm not wearing underwear and your pants aren't buttoned."

"Yes, I kind of realized you aren't wearing panties when I woke up with my face on your…"

"Oh my God!"

"Let's just take a minute…you…" I know I have to broach this delicately, "You're a virgin, right?"

"What?" She looks at me with a combination of shock and mortification. "How did…?"

"You. You told me you were a virgin when we were…drinking. We were drinking together at the wedding."

"Oh, dear God! What is wrong with me?"

"No, no. This isn't awful. We can…you would know if you had sex with someone as…uh," I wave my hands over my junk to emphasize just exactly what I am talking about, "girthy as I am."

Hope flashes in her eyes, "I would?"

"Yeah. If you aren't sore, we didn't do anything, baby."

She shifts and doesn't meet my eyes, leading to a sinking feeling beginning to form in my stomach. "I…," she bites her lip like she doesn't want to tell me, "I'm not…my thighs…"

"You're sore." She looks at me like she is about to cry and nods her head.

Damn! A thought rolls around in my head and for just a moment I have to try to figure out if it's a good idea or if I am doing it for my own selfish damned reasons.

"There would be, um…you would…Okay, I think you would…there would be some blood. We should check. We have to check."

"Check?"

"I'll check my…you check your thighs."

I stand and turn so I can pull my dick out and the damned thing starts throbbing like it knows Kat is somewhere in the room and I have let him out to find her. And the scent of sex and Kat hit me like a two-by-four. I could live off that scent. But I don't think it bodes well for the whole worry Kat has right now. My dick wouldn't smell like her if we hadn't done something. Right?

But when I take myself in hand, there's no trace of blood, nothing that says I took her innocence. I breathe a sigh of relief only to have it stick in my throat when I hear the panic in her voice.

"Um…uh…I…"

"Blood?" I say without turning around. If she has blood on her but I don't have it on me what does that mean? Did I use something else, like my fingers or…?

"No." She doesn't sound sure. "I…I don't…I think…Whit…"

She sounds so miserable and tormented about whatever she"s found, when she says my name I give up trying to stay turned around. I have to know what is making her so upset. When I turn around, I find her looking down at her spread legs, holding the shirt she's buttoned around her all the way up underneath her boobs. I couldn't look away from the sight if a parade were to come through the room complete with a marching band. My eyes laser focus on where her little legs are opened showing me her bare pussy so it takes me a minute to realize her thighs are covered in glistening…is that cum?

Kat looks up at me with worry in her eyes.

"Okay. It's okay." I want to comfort her and calm her down, so she doesn't start crying. If she starts crying, I'm going to go to her, and I don't know if I can stop myself from doing exactly what she is afraid we already did.

"I think…I think it's…all the way up to my belly."

"That…it doesn't mean we went all the way. We could have…uh, dry humped. A lot!"

There is a lot of stuff.

"How…?" My brows go up at her question until I realize she isn't asking about how we could dry hump but rather how I am going to know that we didn't do anything else but that. Maybe she let me cum on her. Over and over again until she was covered.

"Let me look."

"What?!"

I'm asking that myself. What the hell am I saying? But…it's the easiest way.

"Clearly I've already seen it…"

She squeals and snaps her legs closed. For a few minutes, the sight of cum on her thighs made her momentarily forget she was sitting on my bed with her legs spread.

"Just let me see if…I can tell anything."

Her brows snap together and she sits forward, "Can you see a…can you look and tell if I'm still…?"

"Just…let me look for blood or something."

"I…I thought I already looked for blood."

"No, I mean…inside…"

She looks miserable and I almost tell her not to even worry about it. We'll figure something else out. But she finally looks up at me and nods, "O…okay."

"Lay back, sweetheart." She shoots me a dubious look but lays her hand in mine so I can help her lay back on the bed. "Let me…I'm using the light on my phone."

She gives me a wide-eyed questioning look.

"I just didn't want you to think I was doing anything nefarious when you saw me with it."

"I…didn't think…" She stops and nods for me to go ahead.

I place my hand on her knees, but she doesn't open them. I hate that I have to press on them so she will, but I also want to make sure she is alright. If we came so close, why did we stop? Was it because she started hurting? Because we couldn't go any further due to me being too big? What the hell am I going to do if I find out I hurt her?

"Let me look, sweetheart. To make sure you are alright."

She nods and looks up at the ceiling as I take my first up-close look at the prettiest pussy I have ever seen.