Take a Shower

As the two of you stare down the ceiling, an awkward feeling settles over you. As the adrenaline, lust, and **** fade away, the full implications of what you just did with Melody is starting to weigh on you. She has been your best and closest friend for as long as you can remember and, as much as you have always wanted to, the idea that the two of you might ever hook up had seemed a fanciful daydream. But here you both were; laying on a bed next to each other having just shared an intense session of love making. Your boxers are soaked with both of your love juices and it is a constant reminder of the line you crossed. You want to be ecstatic, and part of you is. But you are also confused, overwhelmed, and especially frightened about what this could mean for your relationship.

You glance over and see a far-off look on your friend's face as she stares into the ceiling blankly. You can guess she is wrestling with similar questions. You need a moment to just get a grip on all this.

"I...I guess I should take a shower." You say, trying to be nonchalant about it. Melody tilts her head to the side to look at you. "At least wash my dick off, you know?" You lift yourself up into a sitting position. You stop when you feel her hand grasp your wrist. You look back over and see Melody holding onto your arm. She is looking up at you with wide eyes, radiating with desperation. Her mouth opens and closes a couple times, but she can't seem to articulate the words. It is probably just wishful thinking, seeing what you want to see, but you can't help but to think the look in her eyes is trying to tell you to stay with her.

"I..." She starts, then her voice trails off. Her eyes drop back down and she lets go of your wrist. "You're right. That...that's probably a good idea, Jack."