Sneaking Into Your Room

"Okay, okay." You hold up your hands. "I'll talk, all right? Just...chill a second, will ya?" You rub a hand through your hair nervously. You mentally cycle through the recurring fantasies in your mind as you try to sort out the least awkward one to recount. Some are a little too perverse and dirty for you to share with Melody; you should probably keep the one where she is dressed up as a French Maid and handcuffed to your bed safely tucked away for now.

"Well?" She asks, folding her arms under her spectacular breasts impatiently. You are unsure if she knows how much doing that causes them to push up and become even more noticeable, but you are in now rush to alert her.

"All right. Here we go." You take a deep breath and steady your nerves. Melody looks on enthusiastically. "When lying in my bed at night...I used to imagine you would sneak out of your house and come into my room through the window. You somehow managed to climb up the side of the house, either by ladder or some hanging ivy or something silly like that."

"Are you saying I was the Romeo to your Juliet?" She asks, amused. Her smug smile is both infuriating and irresistible.

"Look, do you want to hear the story or provide running commentary?" You ask, letting the annoyance seep into your voice. She makes a motion with her fingers of zipping her lips. "Thank you. Anyway, you would be wearing an overcoat that you would take off slowly, and underneath it would only be a sheer nightgown. And...uh...usually nothing else." Melody giggled a bit as your face blushed slightly. "You...you would then come to the side of my bed and ask if you could spend the night. I would agree, of course, and you would climb into bed next to me." You gulp as you feel your throat go dry. You would kill for a water bottle right now. Or better yet, a fifth of Jack Daniels.

"Go Oooooooon." Melody entices you to continue, mistaking your pause for nervousness. "Don't stop now."

"So, you would press against me to cuddle under the covers. Big spoon, little spoon fashion. We would lie there for a bit before you would start...err...grinding against me." You lamely try to explain the fantasy. Talking sexy talk to your best friend is proving to much more difficult than you anticipated.

"Don't skimp on details, remember?" Melody chides you.

"Okay, fine. You would rub your ass against my crotch. Lightly and teasingly at first, then really pressing back against me. You would keep going until I got hard." You take a deep breath to steel your resolve before diving into the big moment. "Since I was sleeping in boxers, you would undo the button in the front to let my...to let my cock free, then lift up your nightie up around your waist and use your hand to guide my dick between your..."

"Wait wait hold on!" Melody interrupts you suddenly, her eyes wide. "Is this...is this a SEX fantasy, Jack?"

"Uhhh...yes?" You reply, not knowing what to say. You suddenly feel like the rug was pulled out from under you. Just what was she expecting you to say?

"Oh my God!" Her face flushed. She puts both her hands up to cover her mouth. "Wow! I...um...Okay!" Now it was her turn to take an audible breath. "I was expecting you to fantasize about me naked, or making out with another girl or something like that! Or if sex was involved, just me with a random guy, like a porn video, y'know?"

You are starting to feel very stupid and very ****. "Uh...with the story being in my room...didn't you...kinda expect...?"

"I thought maybe I would be playing with myself while you watched or giving you a lap dance in bed. I didn't think...I mean..." She looked to be as embarrassed as you and she averts her eyes to the sand at her feet. She subconsciously reaches for a lock of her red hair and rolls it between her fingers. "...Is that what you fantasize about, Jack? The two of us having sex together?"