Tell the Truth

You bite your tongue in an attempt to responding too quickly. You want to blurt out some half-assed excuse that would allow you take it all back, but at this point, you know it is pointless. You have pretty much dug your grave, you might as well lie in it. "You wouldn't believe me if I said no, would you?" You ask weakly. Melody slowly shakes her head. "Yeah, I didn't think so. Yes, okay. When I fantasize about you, it is usually the two of us having sex. I don't like thinking about you with another guy, or another girl for that matter. It makes me feel sick inside. So when I think about you doing sexual things...I want it to be with me." You glance over to catch Melody's face turning beet red.

"O-oh." She stutters, obviously at a loss for words. She is tugging on her hair so roughly now, you think she might end up pulling a clump out. You realize how that last bit sounded and, in a bit of terror, try to spin the conversation.

"I mean, it's not like that is all that I think about around you, all right? When we hang out playing video games or watching a movie, I'm not constantly fantasizing about fucking you or anything like that. You're still my friend and I enjoy hanging out with you too! While you were away, I would sometimes imagine just having you around to spend time with; no sleeping together at all. Well, maybe sleeping together, but no sex just cuddling or something like that." The words are spilling out of your mouth now and you feel like you have no control over them. Each sentence is sounding worse than the last and you have exactly zero veto power to stop it.

"Jack." Your friend says softly, finally turning to face you. Her interruption goes unnoticed, however, and you are horrified to realize that words are still pouring out of you in a long mortifying ramble.

"Not that I'm building any kind of romantic story around our friendship or anything! I just like there to be more to my fantasies then just pure sex, you know? And since it's you, I want to show respect; that it's not just cheap thrills but more than that. Not that I am looking for a deeper..."

"Jack!" She repeats, a little louder this time. You finally break out of your monologue and actually look at her. Her face is still flushed crimson, but she is smiling again. This time, the smugness and arrogance was nowhere to be found. "You're rambling, Jack."

"Oh." You say simply. "Yeah, I was." You cough nervously. "I sounded like an idiot, didn't I?"

"A little bit." Melody laughed, holding her thumb and finger apart to show a small gap.

"Right. Well. I will shut up now." You mumble and now it you turn to stare at the sand as shame washes over you like waves on the shore.

"What about the story?" She asks. You glance up in confusion.

"What?"

"The fantasy. You never got to finish it." She inches closer to you until you are side by side and your bodies are practically touching. "I want to hear more."

"Are you fucking serious?" You ask, exasperated. What is this girl thinking? Haven't you been humiliated enough?

"Yes, yes I am." She says, still smiling. She shifts her leg slightly so it gently brushes up against yours. You feel your skin prickle at the delicate touch. "Please, Jack. Don't keep me in suspense." Her wavering hand finds a place to land on your thigh. "I want to know how it ends."