Guilty

Memories start filtering back into your brain and you are shocked at what you did last night. You had rough, humiliating sex with your drunk friend in front of an audience of people; you don't know how you could feel any lower right now. What's worse is that you weren't all that drunk. You could have stopped at any time, but you just gave into your lust. You didn't know how you were going to face her today.

You turn your head to look at the bed across the room. Melody was lying face down on the bed, passed out. Her short skirt and tight shirt are wrinkled from being slept it while wet. Regardless, she looks beautiful and you feel like such a jerk for taking advantage of her.

Unable to remain silent for any longer, you get off your bed and walk over to Melody. Hesitently, you reach down and shake her shoulder lightly. She groans and rolls over, her eyelids slowly forcing their way open.

"Ughh...Jack?" She rasps. "What time is it?"

"11 o'clock." You reply. She groans again and drops her head back onto the pillow.

"Oh God...I have got such the hangover. Never let me drink that much again, okay?" She asks, closing her eyes. You are standing on edge. She hasn't brought up what happened last night and that can only be for one logical conclusion.

"Melody...what do you remember about last night?" You ask.

"Not much. Keith was an asshole and dumped me, we got hammered, and then we fell asleep." Suddenly, she opened one eye. "Oh, man. I didn't do something embrassing while I was drunk, did I?"

"Well..." You trail off, not sure where to proceed from here. "Do...do you remember going into an alley on the walk back?"

"Hold on." She closes her eyes again and furrows her brow in thought. "Umm...Yeah, kinda. I was feeling sick so we went into the alley and...and..." Her eyes snap open as memory starts to permiate her hazy mind. "Oh. My. God."

"Yeah, that's what I thought." You mumble, you face starting to heat up. Melody's face goes crimson as well.

"We...we had sex?" She asks weakly. You nod, unable to trust your voice. "No...we couldn't have...I...I didn't..." She gulps. "Right there in the alley?"

"Yeah." You reply.

"Fuck. There were people watching." She says, covering her face with her hands. "They were cheering us on."

"Look, Melody..." You start, but she isn't listening.

"I gave you a blowjob in plain view." She was mumbling to herself. "Then I got naked and let you have your way with me. Oh, God. I can still feel their eyes on my body." She pulls the covers up to her neck. "How did it happen?" She asks you without looking at you.

"Well, we went into the alley and you...and we started to kiss and it just kind of escalated from there."

"Who kissed who first?" She asks a little more pointedly. She looks in your eyes this time and gets her answer there. "It was me, wasn't it?"

"Errr..."

"Oh, man. I remember now. Holy shit." She looks away and covers her face as her cheeks go beet red. "I was coming on to you like a French prostitute. You must think I'm such a slut now."

"No, no!" You say quickly. "Not at all! Look, I am so sorry."

"Sorry?" She asks, peering at you through her fingers. "Why are you sorry? We both had a lot to drink and I'm the one who threw herself at you, begging for a fuck."