Yes

(credit for first couple paragraphs goes to tantrikenetic)

"Y-yeah." You say. "Sorry, Melody, but you did this to me." You try and give her a playful grin, but fades from your face fast as she gives you a snarl. The angry look on her face wasn't joking either. She rarely gets angry at you, but you know it when you see it. She draws her hand back and slaps you across the face. Not a playful one, but the kind that makes your ears ring. Your head turns to the side from the power of the hit. The loud sound echoes in the air and your jaw hangs open in surprise.

"You bastard." She hisses at you, getting up. "I can't believe you'd use me like this."

"W-what?" You ask, your jaw aching as you spoke.

"How long have you been trying to get in my pants, huh Jack?" She asks angrily, tears forming at her eyes. "How long have you been pretending to be my friend in hopes of laying me?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" You exclaim, sitting up.

"I'm talking about that!" She points at your erect cock accusingly. Well, semi-erect anyway. The sudden exchange was killing you libido. "I'm just a potential toy to fuck to you, aren't I!" Her hands balled into fists and she started to sob. "God! You're just like Keith! You only fake liking me so you can get some!"

"Melody!" You yell. "That's not true!"

"Your dick betrays you, Jack." She snarls. "I get on top of you and it's already eager to claim as a prize. Why else would you get an erection if you weren't in this to fuck me?!"

Speechless you stare at your best friend. Or perhaps an ex-best friend is a better term. Her anger is like a knife through your heart. You feel as though a ten-ton anvil is crushing your chest. Quietly you get up, grabbing your boxers and pants. Unable to meet her gaze you put your clothes back on.

Melody seems to have calmed down as you reach into the closet for your jacket. "Jack?" her voice soft.

You ignore her and keep your eyes averted. You throw your jacket on and then grab your umbrella on your way to the door.

Louder now Melody asks you "Where are you going?" her voice shaking.

Finally with the door open you turn to her, looking at her sadly. "Melody I'm sorry. I'm sorry you think that I'm just like Keith." Your voice catches as you look at her. The anger is still there, but there's other emotions in that look. "Since the first day I met you I?" You take a deep breath. "All I've ever wanted for you, was for you to be happy. I wanted you to be happy because I love your smile. I wanted you to be happy because I love the way you laugh. I love the fact that you'd always laugh at my jokes, no matter how fucking corny. I love the fact that you are the most genuine person I know. I love the fact that with you I didn't ever have to explain myself. Until just now you accepted me for me. And over the years, I fell hopelessly in love with you. But, you never noticed. And now?" You pause again, fighting down a lump in your throat. Your face face stings. Your jaw hurts. But you ignore them. Insignificant to the pain in your heart. "Come Monday I'll ask to transfer to another room. For now, I'm going for a walk."

During your speech Melody's face shifted from residual anger to anguish. "Please?" her voice catching, tears streaming down her face. "I, it was spur of the moment, I didn't mean it, I just reacted??

You shake your head, "Excitable outbursts are usually actual feelings." With that, you close the door behind you and start walking down the hall. As you're about to enter the stairway you hear a door open behind you and Melody call out your name.

You pause for a second. Then sighing you keep going.

As you leave the dorm building itself you notice that it's practically raining horizontally. "Great?" you mutter. The umbrella was useless. Sighing you start down the stoop, heading towards the sidewalk. As you're about to exit the building's grounds the front door opens again, and you turn to see Melody running towards you in her robe and running shoes.

"Wait!! Please. Please wait!" She pants as she runs towards you.

Too drained to do anything else, you stop and stare at her getting soaked again. She stops in front of you and catches her breath for a second. Her eyes search your face, then look you in the eye. Once again you find yourself mesmerized by her emerald green eyes. She bites her lips, then speaking just loud enough for you to hear, "Do you mean it?"

"I've loved you for seven years," you say, also speaking just above the driving rain.

She nods. "Do you know why I always laughed at your jokes, even the corny ones? I love the sound of your voice. I love the way you smile at me while I laugh."

Now you're a bit confused, but, "What?" you ask, rasping it out through a suddenly dry throat.

"I love that whenever I was sad you'd do your damnedest to cheer me up. And I love the fact that you stole glances at my body." Her face was red. Her breathing was erratic, and she was getting soaked. You glance down at her now-soaked robe and realize she didn't take her thicker one. She threw on the one she used to wear for Keith, the thin one. And as it gets soaked you can see through it. You see the freckles on her cleavage. You see her breasts: she had taken her bra off! She takes a deep breath jutting them out further. You snap your eyes back up to her face, to catch a dreamy smile on it. "Just like that. For a while, it was just teasing, but then I found myself purposely doing it for different reasons. I guess I wanted to see what it would take for you to make a move." Her hand reaches up, gently gliding her hand over your cheek. The same hand that she slapped you. On the very same cheek she slapped. "And then tonight, I catch you peeking and I fucking slap you." Her hand glides behind your neck. The rain has calmed down as she gently pulls you towards her, her other hand coming up to your chest, rubbing it through your wet shirt, gliding it under your just-as-soaked jacket. Your foreheads meet, her warm breath on your lips. You resist the urge to kiss her right then and there. She had more to say and you knew it. You just calmly stare into her eyes. "Even when I was with him, your face would pop up. We'd be fucking and I'd think, 'I wonder if Jack is better at this? If he would make me enjoy it more.' Gia used to say you gave her earth-shattering orgasms. Keith never even cared if I came or not. And he never did make me come. I'd just close my eyes and think of the things I wanted you to do to me. And what I wanted to do to you. Only then did I ever come."

"Then why did you slap me?" you ask, your breathing erratic as her hand moves lower.

"I did just get dumped by a low-life bastard. My emotions weren't what they should have been. I think in that instant I saw Keith and I just felt the need to lash out. I know you are nothing like Keith. You are ... you are my life." Her bottom lip quivered. "Please don't leave me. At any point in the last seven years we could have?"

"I didn't want to ruin our friendship."

'It wouldn't have. It really wouldn't have."

"Why didn't you make a move? Beyond torturing me with your perfect body?" You pull her closer, making her arch her back to continue staring into your eyes. Her breasts mashing into your chest, her nipples poking you. She moves her crotch over your groin, rubbing it against your now hard member.

"I didn't want to do it this way. I wanted it differently. I wanted you to come back from class one day. To ... to find a mmm nice dinner in our room?" She whimpers a bit as you move your hands lower, to knead her ass through her robe. "I wanted to be dressed in an elegant black dress." She stops as you kiss her, her lips open thrusting her tongue against yours.

You stand there kissing, in the driving rain. Her hands running through your slick hair. You continue kneading her ass with your left hand while your right hand is rubbing her side. You finally break the kiss, both of you gasping for air. "I think ... I think we have some making up to do in our room."