Tell Her It's Okay

"Hey, it's okay." You reassure her. You get off the bed and go sit next to her on her bed so you can place a hand on her shoulder. "Really. If the worst I got is that a bunch of bar patrons think I have mad sex skills and get to use them on a gorgeous redhead, I would say I am pretty lucky."

Melody laughs at this. It's a bit hollow, but still sincere. "You forgive too easily, dude. But thanks. That's a weight off my shoulders."

"I guess the stuff about him sucking in bed was made up too, huh?" You pry a bit, still hoping there is some truth there.

"Yeah, that was just me bullshitting some more." She replies. Your heart sinks a bit.

"Aw, nuts. I kinda liked the idea that I could fuck infinitely better than he could." You say. You glance over at her and see her deep in thought.

"Well...I mean if I really think about it...he wasn't really all that great in bed, either."

"What, really?" You ask, your interest spiking.

"Yeah. Like, he never made me cum during sex."

"You never had an orgasm with Keith?!" You practically exclaim in excitement.

"Easy there." she says. "I didn't say that. The sex wasn't bad or anything; feeling that big dick pumping in and out of me was really-"

"TMI! TMI!" You shout, not wanting to hear anymore.

"Sorry!" She quickly back-peddles, her cheeks glowing red. "All I mean is..." She struggles for a way to explain without getting too graphic. "Look, he was good quarterback, okay? Really knew how to run the plays. But I had to run it into the end zone for a touchdown every time. You get me?"

"Okay, I got it." You reply, thankful for the metaphor.

"Not that I think he even cared too much whether I completed the play or not." She grumbles. "I mean, he never cut out early on me or anything, but once he got his, he pretty much lost interest. I never asked him to, but I doubt he would have bothered pleasuring me if I didn't reciprocate."

"I always knew he was a selfish douche." You chime in.

"Oh! And while we are at it, let's talk oral sex." She leans forward, becoming more invested in her blossoming indignation. "Keith was always getting me to give him head. Not that I minded, of course; I do like giving blowjobs. And I always got him to climax, because that is how I roll, son. But when I wanted him to go downtown and give me a little tongue attention, it was like pulling teeth. and when he did give me oral, it was like 5 minutes and then he was moving up again for sex. It's not just for foreplay, dammit! That asshole wouldn't just lick my fucking pussy! And I love getting my pussy licked."

"Yeah, I know." You say, slightly amused at the change in Melody's attitude. "You may have brought it up a couple hundred times."

"It was so frustrating! And then he would bust it out for a few minutes during foreplay and act like he was some sex God or something. Although he must have thought it was 'four-play' because that's about how long any of it lasted." Now she was really steamed. She slammed a fist down on the bed and then jumped to her feet. "Yeah, you know what? Fuck Keith! That dick weasel was a terrible lover! Going around thinking he's God's gift to women just because he has a big stick. Well, guess what! I can buy a dildo just as long as he is and it would probably know just as much about sex as he does too, that fucking ape. Oh!" She suddenly whips around to look at you, fire in her eyes. "And do you want to know the worst thing about sex with Keith?"

You lean forward excitedly, almost giddy. "You have no idea how badly I do!"

"That motherfucker always had to be in charge. Always had to be the alpha male. Always had to have the control. And I had to be his submissive little kitty cat." She spat the words out with a sneer. "I never got to be on top. I mean, metaphorically. Physically, sure. But even when he was under me, he was always leading and dictating the pace. Whenever I brought up letting me be the dominant one for the night, he would recoil in horror like I tried to poison him or something."

"That doesn't surprise me." You join her in sneering at Keith. "By the way he postured around acting all Jersey-Shore tough, I could guess he wasn't very secure in his masculinity."

"You're telling me! Like letting me take control of sex for one night would have meant he was some sissified bitch or something." She growled. "It's not just Keith either! Every boyfriend I have ever had was the same way; too much male machismo bullshit to let me have any control. I am so fucking sick of it! I am not submissive! I want to take charge and do the fucking, you know?" She stops her ranting for a second to clarify. "Not with a strap-on or anything like that. I just meant I want to take the lead for once." sighs in exasperation, then looks you deep in the eyes. "Are all guys this scared to give up the driver's seat in bed?"

"Not all of us." You say carefully, trying not too give anything away.

"Well, if you know anyone send them my way." She grunts. "In fact, that's exactly what I need. Some guy I can have a one night fling with who will just let me do me. Who I don't need to impress or worry about pleasing. Someone I can just let loose on and...use, you know?" She catches your expression of surprise. "Yeah, I know how that sounds, but that's really what I need. Someone who won't try to take control that I can just dominate and make my sex toy. Just for one night." You gulp nervously. Melody clasps her hands together and looks skyward. "God? It's your humble servant, Melody. Uh...sorry for all the swearing and taking your name in vain and per-marital sex talk just now. I know I only go to church when I go home to my family for holidays, but if you could do me a solid and send me a guy who will let me use him for my own sexual release, that would be tops. Amen." She unclasps her hands, then drops her head down in defeat.