A confrontation

You and Melody share a silent look for a few seconds before she finally breaks away from it and disappears from view. Fearful that your calling her name out while jerking off will prove to be the sort of thing that’ll kill off your friendship for good, you act without thinking and chase after her.

The good thing about the way in which you leap across the bathroom is that you manage to exit it just before Melody has had the time to yank the front door open and disappear outside, where you’ll be unable to follow after her unless you want to catch a severe cold.

“Melody!” The bad thing is that you’ve moved so quickly that you haven’t had time to grab anything with which to cover yourself as your calling of her name causes Melody to stop dead in her tracks so that she standing facing away from you with one hand on the door-handle.

“Jack!” Melody exclaims as she turns around to spot that the glossy head of Mr. Happy is pointing straight at her, the sight of your nakedness prompting her to turn around again, although her hand is no longer placed on the handle.

“Sorry!” You exclaim as the revelation hits you that your current state of undress probably won’t serve to lessen the awkwardness of the situation.

Glancing around desperately in the hopes of finding something that’s easy to slip on, you spot that Melody has been kind enough to place your bathrobe on the bed that you’re supposed to share.
Quickly donning the robe and making sure that it’s closed properly, you then take a deep breath and look over at Melody, who’s still facing away from you.

“Melody, you can look now,” you say, and note how flushed her cheeks are as she slowly turns around again.

“I’m so sorry Jack, I didn’t mean to spy on you,” Melody explains, and it finally dawns on you that you technically have cause to be upset with her for watching you like that.

“It’s fine, I guess… uh…” You stammer out as you realize that your cock might come popping out through the front of your robe at any moment.
To prevent that from happening, you very carefully take a seat on the bed and keep your knees pressed together as another silent period follows. The situation is nothing short of surreal, particularly as Melody merely stands by the door, swallowing hard ever so often and making sure to keep herself from looking straight at you.

“So,” it’s you that finally breaks the silence, while Melody’s face retains its bright red colour and her gaze remains fixed on a spot behind your back, “I thought you were going shopping.”

“I, uh, forgot my wallet,” Melody responds, at long last venturing to look at you for a second before breaking away again, “so I came back for it.”

“You left your wallet in the bathroom?” You ask, and instantly begin to fear that she’ll interpret it as you being a smart ass when you’re really just much too shocked to pay much attention to what words come out of your mouth.

“I heard noises,” Melody explains, “I should have knocked…”

“Yeah…” Actually, you don’t really know if you agree with her or not, but that’s what slips out of your mouth.

“Melody,” you hear the sound of your own voice as you’ve now at long last gathered up the courage to ask her the question that’s been on your mind ever since you woke up to find yourself naked and next to her, “did anything happen last night?”