They found themselves in the bathroom with the door closed, but unfortunately there was no light on.
"Geeze, Jon. Where's the light? I can't see anything."
"Hold still for a moment," he whispered back. "I'll find it."
He groped around for a minute (being remarkably single-minded, given the distractions present), and finally found the switch.
"Oh, yuck," Karyn said quietly, seeing the mess they'd made.
They cleaned themselves up in mundane fashion, but then realized that there would be blood and such on the sheets, as well.
Jon whispered, "I wish that Mom wouldn't notice any stain on the sheets, and that they'd clean up, completely, in the wash."
"Good thinking, Jon. Now to get these clothes back on. I just wish I knew how we got out of them; it seemed like one minute we were kissing in the living room with our clothes on, and the next we were almost naked in your bed. Was I enjoying the kiss so much I didn't notice?"
"I don't know, but if you were, so was I. I didn't notice anything either. Speaking of which..." he leaned down to kiss her again.
After a couple of minutes, they realized this was not a good time or place to be continuing such activities. They both turned to actually putting their clothes on.
"Good grief, Jon. Look what you did to my shirt and bra. I won't be wearing these again. Well," she said, with a more thoughtful look, "It was worth it to finally experience that with you."
With that, they resumed exploring each other's mouths for a bit. "Mmm," Jon said, pulling away a little. "You better get dressed and home before your parents notice, as well." Jon had finished dressing while she was looking at the state of her shirt.
"I wish that Karyn had an intact shirt here, to put on."
"Thanks, Jon."
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow." He took the opportunity to kiss her one last time. "I wish Karyn was outside, at the front door of her house."
"Alright, now I hope everyone else is asleep already..."
