Yes...

The next day, you work up late. The muted sun spilling in through the window did nothing to ease the pounding in your head. Fucking tequila. Damn, you had been drunk. As you lay there, withstanding the **** of your latest binge, the the events of the night before started flooding back to you. You sat bolt upright when you got to the blow job.

At some point you had taken off the little cheerleader outfit and bra and had fallen asleep in just a pair of little cotton panties and rolled down socks.

“Fuck.” You said, before Melanie's words started to filter through the morning haze. You had to get yourself together.

Not hearing anything from the living room, you made his way into the bathroom and turned on the shower. If you were being honest with yourself, you HAD enjoyed pleasing him last night, and the orgasm you had while his cock was buried in your throat had been one of the most powerful you had had ever, even before this whole mess had taken place. And it felt good to know what you had done made him feel just as good. You stepped into the shower and let the water flow over you. The warmth felt good, and helped you focus.

It was still a fucked up situation, but Mellie was right. It wasn't like you could tell anybody. Nobody would believe you...or you'd both end up in the psycho ward. In spite of yourself, you smiled. And Mellie did look pretty happy last night. Your mind kept seeing the grin on his face.

As you thought about the activities of the evening before, you started to soap yourself up, paying particular attention to your breasts. Your eyelids fluttered as you passed your fingers over your sensitive nipples, causing them to stand at attention. In your mind's eye you could see your old cock sliding in and out from between your own full, luscious lips. Suddenly you became aware of the now-familiar warmth between you legs... and a certain aching.

Mellie was right. You had been denying yourself based on some fucked-up male ego trip. People didn't get the opportunity to experience things from the other side every day...hell as far as you knew, NOBODY did. You ran your hands along your sides, only intensifying the feelings down below. Mellie knew this body better than you did...he would know what felt good. Just like you knew what felt good for yours. You became dimly aware that you were breathing heavily as you felt your knew muscles below the waist contracting. Fuck...you had made yourself hot. And you knew exactly how this body wanted you to take care of it.

Quickly, you hopped out of the shower and dried off, wrapping a towel around your hair to keep it out of your face as you grabbed the robe on the back of the door...the pink robe, and wrapped it around yourself. You padded out into the bedroom and slowly opened the door, your hands trembling with both excitement and nervousness over what you were contemplating.

“Mel?” You said, your voice sounding higher and shakier than you would have liked. “Mel, I've decided that you're right. I've been an asshole...I think...” As the doors swung open, they revealed an empty room. The TV was still off and there was no one on the couch. Puzzled, you made your way into the kitchen, the wooden floors cold on your feet, making your nipples press harder against the fabric of the robe. “Jesus.” You muttered. “How is he not horny twenty four- seven?” On the kitchen table you found a note:

Babe,

I'm sorry about last night. I know I shouldn't have pushed you.

Keith called while you were asleep. He's still pretty broken up.

I'm going out to spend the day with him, he needs his buddy

right now. Hopefully we won't be out too late. I'd like to talk.

I hope you feel better.

ME

You looked at the note for a long time. He was out with Keith? Why did you feel jealous all of a sudden? It's not like there was any chance of them doing anything. If there was one thing you knew, it was that Keith was as straight as they came. Still, it gnawed at you. You sighed. Fine. It's probably better this way anyway. After the way things had been, it's probably better off that you take some time to plan this...and Mel could probably be a better counselor to Keith on his girl problems than you could anyway. He did have an inside track, after all.

Looking around, a smile started to spread over your pouty lips. You had made your choice. “Oh Mel are YOU in for a surprise.” You said to the empty room.