She has a demand

“Your shirt’s getting awfully wet.” Melody remarks, and you can swear that you spotted another smile on her lips before she adds, “Could you take it off?”

“Uh, sure…” You still don’t feel like objecting, partly because she seems to be in such a good mood now compared to when she came through the door all soaked and teary and partly because its Melody asking you to take off an article of clothing.

She holds her head a few inches above your chest as you pull your shirt up and dump it behind your head, and then your cock squirms again at the sensation of her shoulder and head coming into contact with your exposed skin.

“This is nice.” Melody proclaims, “Your chest makes for an excellent pillow, it’s all soft and doughy and chubby.”

“Gee thanks,” you let out your sarcastic reply just before Melody produces her best Evil laugh.

Shortly thereafter, you have moved one hand onto Melody’s shoulder before you even realize what you were doing. Tensing up for a few seconds, you wait for her to tell you to get it off her, but instead she merely lets out a soft moan and rubs her head against your chest.

“And your body heat is going to do wonders for drying my hair.” Melody adds.

“Glad I can help.” Your reply causes Melody to giggle.

“Jack,” a couple of more minutes has gone by before Melody speaks again, “you know what’s funny about what happened tonight?”

Melody and Keith breaking up is not something that you would call funny. A fantastic relief and a great moment for her in the long run? Sure. Funny? No.
“No.” you reply.

“Keith broke up with me just before I was going to break up with him.” Melody announces.

“You were? Why?” Suddenly, you feel elated.

“I wasn’t sure until I got there and saw him, then I just knew that I had already wasted too much time on him.” Melody explains, one of her arms coming up from under the blanket again to be placed on your chest. You hold back a lustful groan when Melody’s fingers brush against your right nipple.
“And besides,” Melody goes on, “I think that there’s someone else.”

“There is?” You feel as though your chest has just imploded and your throat is way to narrow for any air to pass through it. Great, she’s already met some other guy.
“Who?” You need to know, you decide.

“Forget it, Jack,” Melody urges you, “it’s not going to happen anyway.”

“No, seriously,” your jealousy causes you to press on without thinking things through first, “who is it?”

“Please Jack,” Melody implores you, “please just forget that I mentioned it, okay? Once in one night is more than enough for me.”

That last cryptic bit from Melody leaves you feeling confused and uncertain of what’s going on. A part of you is desperately trying to convince you that she’s had a bad enough night as it is, but then there’s your need to find out just what exactly is going on and what she’s talking about.