Wait It Out

Part of you desperately wants to leave the beach and go anywhere else so you get your mind off your embarrassing situation. However, you know deep down that it would be wrong to just leave Melody behind, especially since she has walked away from both her clothes and towel. As bad as it makes you feel, you decide to stick around and wait to see if she comes back.

When she comes back, you chide yourself. You have more faith in your friend then to just ditch you like that. No matter how bad you fucked up, your bond with her is too strong for her to cut ties over this. There will be no avoiding a long and excruciatingly painful talk later, of course, but you know she will be back. Hopefully.

After about fifteen minutes, you decide to grab your bathing suit so you can slip it back on. You are feeling exposed on multiple levels now, and while you can't control the emotional exposure, you can at least influence the physical one. But before you can put it back on, you hear someone clear their throat from behind you. You quickly swivel you body and head around to see who it was. You are greeted with the sight of a beautiful naked redhead.

"Giving up on nudity already, Jack?" Melody asks you, her arms crossed under her lovely breasts. From where you are sitting, your eyes are practically at crotch level and her trimmed red bush is inches from your face. You **** yourself not to stare and look up at her eyes. She looks down at you somewhat amused look on her face. You begin to wonder how long she has been standing behind you like this. Slowly, she walks back around and sits down next to you on the spread-out towel. She exhales a long sigh, then turns to face you. Her mouth curls into a short, but genuine, smile. "Hey."

"H-hey." You respond, unsure of yourself. You had expected her to be upset or flippant the next time you saw her. Your mind was not prepared for a nonchalant reaction.

"Sorry about reacting like I did." She said plainly. She straightened her head and stared out at the ocean. "That's wasn't cool of me at all. I guess I was just caught so completely off-guard, I didn't know what to do."

"It's okay." You assure her. "I should be the one apologizing, not you."

"No, please don't say that." Melody looks at you again. "You shouldn't say sorry for be straight with me. Honesty is important cornerstone of any relationship." You let out a little laugh despite yourself.

"I don't think I needed to be that honest." You tell her. This causes her to giggle a bit too, which helps ease you worried mind and relax your body.

"Yes, I suppose some secrets are worth keeping some mystery about." She laughs. "I mean, I know you think I'm attractive; we had already covered that subject when we first got here. But I wasn't expecting to find out that you were actively fantasizing about me or that doing so would prompt such an...enthusiastic response downstairs."

"Ha ha...yeah." You half-hardheartedly fake a laugh. Shame and embarrassment start to wash back over you and you actually wish she would just yell at you instead. That would be an emotional response much easier to understand. Melody seems to catch on to your uncomfortable stance and cuts off her own laughter.

"Okay, you were bluntly honest with me, so I guess it is only fair that I be as honest with you." She says and leans in closer to you so her mouth hovers by your ear. Her voice lowers to a whisper so only you can possibly hear her. "Thinking about you getting all hard and rigid while fantasizing about me gets me soaking wet. And I don't dislike that feeling at all." Your eyes widen and you look back over at her. Her face was flushed and you could see her biting her lower lip nervously.

"Melody..." You stutter a bit as you try to get some words out. She breaks eye contact and stares down at the sand by her feet.

"There are some other things I haven't been honest about." She says as her hands nervously fiddles with the side of the towel. "And if you wanted to share some more secrets with me, it would only be fair if I told you some of mine. What do you say?"