Bri lay on her back, dazed, covered in Clancy's thick orgasm, and she couldn't move either.  She watched Clancy through hooded eyes, unable to fight off the serotonin her brain had released through three orgasms.  She couldn't speak through the heavy breathing, and she reveled in the aftereffects of good sex.  She glanced down her body to see her reflection in the mirror, taking in her position: legs spread wide, body open, pussy throbbing, breasts bare with tight nipples, hair tossed to one side above her head.  An aftershock of the previous orgasms hit her, tightening her pussy in a miniature orgasm.  Fluids leaked from her body, a few drops dribbling to the bed.  She gripped the sheets, throwing her head back, muffling her moans with the fabric pressed to her open mouth.  Her back bowed, then settled slowly into the bed, relaxing again in a puddle of pleasure.<br/><br/>Bri looked up over the sheets at Clancy, struggling to stay upright on his knees.  She blushed, mottling her face with red, closing her legs, then felt silly for being embarrassed.<br/><br/>That was when she remembered her scars.<br/><br/>Bri pulled the sheets around her, covering her body where the scars sat.  She sat up and hugged a pillow, acutely aware that she had just given her virginity to someone who had seen every scar on her beastly body.<br/><br/>"Clancy, I-" She stopped herself, then looked away.  "I'm sorry, Clancy.  I shouldn't have...  I didn't mean to..."  She looked around desperately.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pushed you into that..."  Bri lowered her face into the pillow.  "I just...  I was so caught up in the moment, and I've missed you so much...  I thought about you every day, I couldn't get you out of my head...  I just..."<br/><br/>Before she could finish, she looked down into her lap.  Blood was trickling down her thigh.  She screamed, a short yip of a sound, and jumped up off of the bed.  Bri ran to the bathroom, slamming the door shut, and made it to the roll of toilet paper just in time to catch the trail before it hit her foot.  She pulled a few sheets off and slapped it on her ankle to catch the trickle before it stained the rug.  Bri sat on the edge of the tub, placing a wad of toilet paper under her, and used a wet wipe from under the sink to clean her leg.  She stared at the blood, mortified.  She wasn't due for another period yet, hers had just happened last week.  She was confused and embarrassed for too many reasons.  The poor girl was losing her mind.  She started to cry quietly, afraid she would make Clancy nervous, or worse, gross him out or scare him away.  She pulled a towel from the rack and cried into it, clutching it like a lifeline, unsure whether she wanted to be held and comforted or left to cry it out.