Something fantastically bad

“Hmm, let’s see,” your voice trails off as you drag your index finger across your stacked collection of movies. You’ve considered picking a comedy, but there’s really nothing available that you really want to watch again at the moment. Of course, you can still find something that you’ll both laugh at.

“Oh for God’s sake, Jack, just pick a movie already,” Melody’s voice is exaggeratedly impatient as she urges you to make your choice.

“There, found it!” You exclaim as you pull out the movie and load it into the DVD, making sure that Melody doesn’t see the case.

“About time,” Melody teases you with a smile as you make your way back to the couch, “what is it?”

“You’ll see,” you promise her as you take a seat on the other end of the couch from where she’s seated, figuring that it might be a good idea to give her as much space as possible, “now close your eyes.”

“You’re silly,” she protests, but complies with your wished by closing her eyes and bringing her right hand up to further block her view as you grab hold of the remote and turn the TV on.

“You know I can still hear, right?” Melody says as the sappy music begins to play as you flip through the DVD’s menu.

“Yeah, you know what it is yet?” You reply with a smile, feeling happy to see that Melody seems to be settling into a more playful and untroubled state of mind.

“I have my suspicions,” she replies, just as you click play and put the remote back on the table.

Your efforts to give Melody the space she needs seems pretty misguided when about the first thing she does after reopening her eyes is to place her head on your chest, offering you a perfect view of the left side of her beautiful face while her wet hair begins to soak through your tee shirt. That move from her is unexpected, but you guess that it’s just that she needs some comfort after her horrible night and say nothing of it, ensuring that one of your arms is on the armrest and the other one is stretched out across the top of the sofa.

“Oh no,” you hear Melody moan happily as the movie’s intro begins to play.

“Oh no you didn’t,” she adds as the movie opens with the scene of a biplane sweeping in across the rising sun, and you can see how her mouth is raised into a smile.

“As a matter of fact I did,” you reply as the first scenes of Pearl Harbor are played. It is a movie which the two of you both consider to be hilariously bad, and you view it together as a sort of unintended comedy, revelling in its corniness and god-awful badness.

“Jack,” Melody begins to say something a few minutes later, just as Ben Affleck is being chewed out by Alec Baldwin, “this is a bit uncomfortable, could you…?”

As she asks you that, Melody snakes one arm out from under her blanket, revealing more naked skin for you to struggle to ignore, and grab hold of one of your legs to pull it up.

Struck by the realisation as you glance at her naked shoulder that if Melody is wearing a bra its one of those that doesn’t have any straps going up over her shoulders, you can’t think of a single reason why you would want to resist what she’s trying to do, and so help her out in changing your positions so that you’re soon sitting with your back supported by the armrest while Melody is between your legs, her blanket-clad breasts resting on your stomach while her head is place once more on your chest. You know full well that cuddling is not something that Melody has ever been prone to do, but you guess that this evening is a special occasion.

Unless you’ve gone gay in the last couple of minutes, and you think that you have, this new position that the two of you are sharing should shortly result in some considerable awkwardness as you can already feel your cock begin to harden.

Hoping against all hope that Melody won’t realize it when you achieve a full erection, you continue to watch the movie while the right side of her face is planted on your chest.

“Jack,” your heart skips a beat when you hear Melody say your name a few minutes later, just after you’ve squirmed a little in a vain attempt to better conceal how your hard member is pressing against the front of your trousers while Affleck and Beckinsale share a scene which is as romantic as what’s written on the back of a tube of toothpaste.

“Yeah?” Your voice is a little uneven as you again take in how Melody’s tits feel as they press against your stomach.