Fight it (alternate)

(The first part comes from Tantrikenetic)

"Melody, you're drunk." You shake your head, grabbing her hand and pulling it off your crotch.

"So?" She asks.

"So you don't know what you're saying."

"Yes, I do! I'm sayin' I want yer cock in me now!" Her words slur and she goes to grab for your dick again. You manage to dodge her grasp and grab her wrist.

"No, you don't. You don't really want this." You say. The words hurt to verbalize, but your wounded pride is the least of your worries. "You're just intoxicated. Let's get back you to the dorm and I'll give you some alone time to do it yourself."

Melody's expression darkened and her sexual gaze turned into an angry glare. "Who tha hell do you think ya are?" She hissed. "Tellin' me whut I want. I wanna get fucked! If ya won't do it, I'm shure some of tha guys at tha bar would be happy ta jump me!" She flashes ou an evil smirk. "Maybe more den whan of 'em!"

You feel your face flush. The thought nausiates you and any erection you may have had from her sexy movements earlier is diminished. As sexually open as Melody is, she isn't a slut by any means and you know that she would never give herself up to a bunch of random guys. This was the result of hurt emotions and ****. She looked like she was actually trying to make you jealous.

"I'm not going to let you do that, Melody." You say calmly. "You'll regret it in the morning. Just like you would if you had sex with me."

"Baht yer my bes' friend!" She whined. "Cahn't ya jest do dis fer me?"

"It's because I'm your best friend that I won't do it." You say firmly. You grab her wrist and try to leave the alley. "I knew going to a bar would be a mistake. C'mon."

Melody violently wrenches her hand free and growls at your menacingly. "What tha fuck is wrong?" She yells loudly. "Why won' ya jest fuck me?"

"I told you!" You hiss back, trying to get her to lower her voice.

"Izzit 'cause my tits aren't large enough?" She continues to yell. She presses her boobs together through the wet material of her shirt, revealing a mass of cleavage. The wet shirt clung to her boobs tightly and you can almost make out her nipples. "Huh? Would ya fuck me if I had bigga tits?"

Confusion settles on your brain. Melody had phenominal breasts. They were a little more than handful; not too large and not too small. She never complained about her size before. "Melody, you're boobs are fine."

"Oh?" She asks nastily. "Then izzit 'cause I been fucked a lot? Ya think I gotta loose pussy 'cause I've had so many cawks in me?"

That was a mental picture you didn't want to imagine. What the hell is wrong with her? Out of the corner of your eye, you can see some people have stopped in front of the alley and were watching your argument. "Calm down!" You whisper to her. "People are watching us!"

"Well, then tell me!" She yells at you. "If it's nawt my loose cunt or my small boobs, why won't ya fuck me? Izzit my red hair? My stupid voice? My ugly face? WHAT?!"

"Damn it, Melody!"

Angrily, you **** her away from you until she is pinned back against the wall of the alley by her shoulders. Furious green eyes meet your own.

"Ow, Jack! What the hell?!"

You respond by glaring down at her.

"You think I don't - want - to have sex with you, Melody?! Fuck, I've wanted to since I was old enough to understand what sex was!"

At this, Melody seems to fall into a stunned silence, which is good for you, as the **** in your body still isn't done with operating your mouth.

"The reason I won't fuck you, Melody," you begin, spitting out the word "fuck" with disgust, "Is because I love you!"

Instantly, Melody's eyes widen, and you can see a wide array of emotions passing through her eyes and face; the **** still in her system makes most of them incredibly easy to read - shock being the foremost among them. At the moment though, you are still too pissed at your friend to care.

"I'm not going to fuck you in the middle of an alleyway like some sort of cheap whore for everyone and their grandmother to see! I'm not going to allow myself to be some sort of drunken rebound for you to get over that asshole you called a boyfriend! And last but not least, I refuse - I REFUSE - to be something that you'll end up regretting in the morning. You are my best friend, and you deserve much better than that. So no, Melody; I'm not going to fuck you."

Maybe it's because your clothes are uncomfortably soaked from the continuous rain, or maybe it's the pitiful picture of a drenched and **** Melody that is still standing silently in front of you, but your anger soon gives way to guilt.

You hadn't - meant - to be so harsh with your words, yet at the same time, a small part of you can't help but feel that it needed to be said. Removing your hands from her now trembling shoulders, you assess the situation.

What little anger remaining in you is telling you to just leave Melody in the alley to sober up, but your conscience refuses to allow you to leave your friend alone when she is in such a fragile emotional state.

"J-Jack?"