Talk It Out

You stand next to the door for several moments before finally speaking up again. Your voice is hoarse and uneven when it finally comes out. "Melody...I'm sorry."

As you might have suspected, your plea for forgiveness doesn't get a response. You are getting the silent treatment from her, probably from both anger and embarrassment. But, after a few minutes, she finally breaks the silence. "I'm sure you are."

"I'm serious, Melody. I didn't want to embarrass you."

"Shut up, Jack, you idiot. You didn't embarrass me." She shouts back.

"Then why won't you come out of there?"

"Because I'm fucking pissed off, that's why! Jeez, Jack...I thought you'd know my angry signs by now."

"Why are you so angry?" You press her.

"Because you caught me masturbating! And...and..." He voice drops off a bit then comes back quieter. "...And you heard something you weren't supposed to."

"Look, about that..."

"Do you think just because you heard me say...those words...that it means anything?" She asks, slightly spiteful, but also nervous. "Do you think it's anything besides mindless fantasy?"

"Melody..."

"It's nothing. I'm sure you fantasize about female friends all the time, don't you? Hell, you've probably beat your meat thinking about fucking me before, huh?"

She doesn't know how right she is. "Well..."

"See? You imagine taking me in the ass just like I do!"

"Yeah, but..."

"But nothing. You're just a guy. That's all. A guy who's just a little too cute for his own good." How she's rambling. "Hell! I mean, why wouldn't I? You're a good looking guy! You've got a nice body, and a hot ass, and...and muscular arms...and a...a charming smile..." She drifts off again and doesn't start talking agains for a bit. "Why wouldn't any girl fantasize about you?"

"You're pretty." You blurt out.

"Huh?" Came her offbeat response.

"You're pretty. And sexy, and cute, and you've got a hot body and alluring curves and the most enchanting green eyes I've ever seen."

"Is...is that why you fantasize about me?" Her timid voice asked from behind the door.

"No. Those are all compelling supporting reasons. But I fantasize about you because I like you."

"You...like me?"

"Yes. I care about you and I really, really like you." You put your head against the door and close your eyes. "It's not mindless fantasy for me, Melody. When I think about you, it means something."

"Really?" She asks.

"Yes." You reply quietly. There is an awkward silence for several minutes. Then he uneven voice rings out again.

"Of all the girls you fantasize about...who do you fantasize about the most? Above all else?"

"You. No question."

"And of all the girls in your fantasies...which one do you wish beyond all others to be true?"

"You again."

"And...and...and if I told you I felt the same way...would you turn me away?"

"Never." Your heart is beating a thousand times a second. You eagerly wait for a reply that doesn't come. Instead, there is a slight creaking of the floor and seconds later, the bathroom door opens back up. Melody is still barenaked and she's standing awkwardly in the doorway, the vibrator still on the floor. Your eyes float over her body for just a second before focusing on her face. Tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"One last question." She whispers to you. "If I ask you to take me now and make me yours, would you?"