There's No Time

You can't help yourself and begin to absentmindedly stroke your cock through your boxers. You are already semi-hard and you are feeling the familiar ache of arousal. You feel confident you can jack off fast and hard and cum before Melody finishes her shower. Then your can focus on her for the remainder of the evening without this hanging over you. You undo the button on the front of your boxers, pull your hard-on out, and start to stroke it vigorously while fantasizing about fucking your redheaded friend in the shower.

However, you are jolted out when you hear the water shut off suddenly. Melody must be done already! You quickly stuff your erection away in your boxers, although it does a poor job hiding it, and desperately do a bunch of math equations in your head to further minimize your boner.

The bathroom door opens and Melody walks out in a bathrobe. "That feels better." She sighs. "Okay, you're turn."

"Sure!" You say, a little to excitedly and rush into the bathroom, hoping she doesn't spot the remnants of your erection as you do. You strip out of the boxers and get into the shower, hoping to finish the job there. But the hot water runs out early into the shower, leaving you to deal with icy cold water, which pretty much kills your arousal off. Grumbling, you hurry up with the rest of your shower and get out. You don't have a robe, but you luckily have some spare pair of boxers and a night shirt in the bathroom already. You get dressed and head back out to the main room.

"Thanks, Melody." You say sarcastically as you walk out. "You used all the hot wa-" Your words die off as you see Melody sitting on the edge of her bed, head in her hands. "Hey, are you all right?" You ask, worried.

"Yeah, yeah." She says in a voice that does nothing to convince you of it. "I'm just sitting here contemplating how stupid I am."

"**** wearing off?" You ask, even though it is obvious.

"Yup. And now I get a front row seat to watch my utter humiliation play out repeatedly before my eyes." She groans and slams a fist against the side of her head. "God! What was I thinking?"

"Hey, come on. Take it easy." You say calmly as you walk over and set on your bed so you can face her. "You were drunk."

"I can't believe what an idiot I am! " She presses on, ignoring you. "Did I really think I could just bluff Keith out on all that? 'Hurr hurr Keith you have a tiny penis' she says to two people intimately acquainted with his junk."

"So I am guessing that's not true, then." You say, not bothering to hide your disappointment. Melody shakes her head. "Darn. I was hoping you had been exaggerating to me all this time and he was really under-equipped. I would love to have given him shit for it."

"No, sadly. My previous reports on Keith's dick stats were all true." She sighs. "I just wanted to make him squirm and all I did was make myself a fool." She slowly looks up at you. "Why are you even still talking to me, Jack? You should be pissed off at me."

"What? Why?" You ask in surprise.

"For dragging you into all this!" She exclaims, as if she has terribly wronged you. "For telling a bar full of people you and I were fucking! I used you, for God's sake!" She looked like she was about to start crying again, but just barely holds back. "I was just so angry at Keith, I thought it would really hurt him if I was two-timing him as well. I am so sorry, Jack."