Fight it. This isn't right.

"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 you 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?!"

"Melody! What the hell is going on with you?"

"Fuck me! Jest fuck me!" She screeches, tears starting to stream down her face. "Watta gotta do fer ya? I'll suck ya off first! I'll let ya spank me and call me yer dirty whore! I'll even let ya fuck my ass! Jest pleese dunna reject me..." She sags into your arms and starts to bawl wildly.

It hits you like a sack of bricks. This wasn't about sex. This was about acceptence. After being dumped, she wanted to feel like she was still desirable. This is Keith's doing; you think darkly. What did that bastard do to her self-esteem?

"C'mon, Melody." You say softly. "It'll be all right."

"Nowan wants me...not even my bes' friend..." Melody mumbles between tears. The words pierce your heart like a knife and you hold her closer. You feel the words coming out of your mouth before you even have a chance to veto them.

"That's not true." You whisper. "I do want you Melody. I really do...just not like this." She continues to cry into your shirt as the rain falls down around you.