The Truth

You stammer a bit unintelligibly as her face hovers close to your own. You can feel her warm breath on your skin, as well as her warm fingertips tracing the outline of your jaw. The full length of her body was now lying on top of you. She felt a little heavy, but your main concern was hoping your cock doesn't decide to suddenly pop up uninvited. Every curve on her sexy supple body felt amazing against you, especially her enchanting breasts squishing against your own chest.

"I...uh...I..." You try to come up with some explanation. Melody just giggles.

"You are so adorable when you are flustered." She says and her smile is genuine. It made her look even more radiant. "What's wrong, Encyclopedia Brown? Can't figure this mystery out?"

"I have theories." You venture slowly and carefully. "But they all seem a little...far-fetched."

"Well? Try me." She replies. You take a deep breath and decide to go for it.

"It would seem that...you were trying to...seduce me." You gulp forcibly. This makes Melody laugh again.

"Heh...not quite." She tries to stifle her amused chortling. "Although I'm sure it will disappoint you, that's not the case. Trust me, wh-if I ever seduce you, I will be more direct than that." You can't help but notice her stumble and sudden switch of word choice.

"Then why?" You ask.

"Because I like the way you look at me." She says simply. You can feel your heart jump. "The first time it occurred, it was by accident. I wouldn't have taken notice, but I was ironically able to catch you staring at me through your mirror through my mirror. At first I was shocked and was planning to make sure you never heard the end of it for peeping. But then..." Her gaze kinda drifts off a bit as if she is spacing out. "Then...I saw your face. And the look you had floored me."

"W-what look?" You ask.

"I've had plenty of guys stare at me before. Mostly lustful in nature. And I'm not a stranger to getting compliments and approval on my naked body. But no one has ever looked at me the way you did. It was like...you were in awe. I don't know how else to describe it. I mean, plenty of boys have told me that they think I'm the sexiest, prettiest girl they've ever seen, but I know they are just feeding me bullshit. You were the only person who ever made me feel like it was true."

"It is." You say softly, but you don't know if she really heard you.

"I felt so good." She continues. "Talk about an ego boost; you made me feel undeniably special. I didn't want you to take your eyes off me ever." She bites her lower lip subconsciously. "Obviously, I had to get dressed. But I knew I wanted to feel like that again. So whenever I had a bad day or I was feeling depressed, I would sneak in and change the mirror so you would catch me naked again and I could revel in your gaze. And just seeing the way you looked at me would instantly make me feel better and give my self-esteem a boost. Your eyes became my **** of choice, if you will."

"Wow...really?" You ask, surprised. Suddenly she snaps out of her dream state and stares you in the eyes again.

"Yup...every word is truth, Jack." She fidgets a bit before finally saying. "And this might also help explain my actions a few minutes ago."

"Ah." You say, unable to say anything else. "Of course."

"So does that solve the mirror mystery for you?" She asks. Her finger starts tracing your cheek again.

"It does, except for one thing." You say. "If you know that my...erm...look...can make you feel better, why didn't you try something tonight?"

"Jack, I'm on top of you spilling my deep, dark secrets to you." She says. "Doesn't that indicate anything to you?" She smiles and taps your nose with her finger. "I really could use that awed look you have tonight. I want to feel that special joy you bring me." She suddenly raises her body off yours. "And tonight...I don't think you will have to use a mirror."