Start stroking her side

You find that you can't help yourself and your lust starts to take control of your mind. Within minutes of the movie starting up again, you are slowly running your hand up and down Melody's side. Your hand travels up to just under her ribcage down to the swell of her hips, stopping just before the elastic band of her underwear. You mentally cringe and await her frustrated yells, but they never come. In fact, she just lies against you happily as if not knowing what you're doing. Either she's completely oblivious or she's letting you get away with it. Whatever the reason it feels too good and too right to stop.

After about fifteen minutes of rubbing her side, she moves against you with a satisifed hum. The sudden movement jerks your hand slightly; as she moves closer to you, your hand moves further down. One finger slips under the band to her underwear. You both realize it and you feel her go rigid at the feeling of your hand down on her hip. She doesn't look up at you at all, in fact it seems like she's trying hard not to look at you.

Without thinking, or perhaps with the wrong kind of thinking, you move your hand further down her hip to her front side, your finger still inside her panties. Your fingers lightly run along her skin. You trace the line of her pelvic bone down where her thighs meet her body. You keep waiting for her to shout at you for being a jerk, but she doesn't. Instead, you hear her breaths start to become short and fast. Her left hand grabs onto your shirt and refuses to let go. Her face is flushed and has contorted into an odd mixture of fear and excitement.

Feeling brave and still drunk on lust, your finger makes it's way back up to her front until you come in contact with the thin patch of hair right above her slit. As your fingers gently brush the pubic hair, Melody shudders, her hand still clenching onto your shirt tightly. Your finger goes back and forth across her bush, elicting little gasps from the girl in your arms.

"Jack..." She pants softly. "What...what are you doing to me?"

Her voice is breathy and full of desire, and that's all that's keeping you from recoiling in shame. You know you should apologize or something, but the words all die before reaching your throat. Instead, you say:

"Do you want me to stop?"

Melody's face was screwed up in a mental quandry; one that you know all too well. A look that said that every fiber of her being says she should stop this, except for the burning want to keep going. She doesn't say anything for a few moments, only breathing heavily. You have to fight the urge to keep playing with her bush. Finally, she opens her mouth.

"No." She squeaks softly. "Please, Jack. I don't want you to stop."

With those words, any last barrier your mind may have erected to hold you back falls down. You're taken over by lust and although this may not be the best situation for your first, and possibly only, sexual encounter with Melody, you can't stop now and neither can she. Your fingers continue to brush along her hair, playing with it teasingly. As if you two had reached an unspoken agreement, Melody freely moans and gasps now, twisting around so your hand could get better access to her. She bites her lip and clutches onto the blanket with one hand and your shirt with the other.

"Ohhhh God..." She groans out loud and her sultry, needy voice only pushes you further from reality.