You Guess So?

"Uh...I guess so?" You ask uncertainly, not sure where this is going.

"Good. It will give you some context for tonight." She stops in front of you and looks you in the eyes. "This is the story of a redheaded girl in her sophomore year of high school that found herself on the receiving end of some nasty rumors spread by some cruel classmates." Okay, so this story is autobiographical ."She hated that year; it took forever for the rumors to go away and she was ridiculed by her female classmates while being rudely proportioned by the male ones. No one treated her with any respect. Except for one boy; her best friend." She smiles at you again. "A great guy who stood by her when everyone else turned on her." She reaches out and strokes the side of your face lovingly. "If it weren't for him, she would have dropped out of school entirely. He was a rock for her in the most stormy time of her life."

"I know this story." You smile back at her.

"Not completely, you don't." She said. "Because what I know for a fact you don't know about the story is how the girl developed a major crush on the boy." You feel your heart start to pound at your rib cage like a chained gorilla trying to break free. Your mouth hangs open a bit. "When so much of her life was in turmoil, he was the only solid thing she has to cling to. How could she not harbor feelings for him?"

"You...had a crush on me?" You ask weakly, still recovering.

"I did." She nods. She sees the look on your face and horribly misinterprets it. "Don't worry. It was just a silly high school crush. I haven't been secretly pining for you this whole time like a stalker or anything." Your heart plummets into your stomach and you feel hot shame fill your face. You were almost ready to blurt out you own admission, but you can't very well do it now. "At least, it is silly in retrospect. At the time, it was a big deal for me...I mean the girl. She was obsessed with her unrequited feelings. She tried everything she could to get the boy's attention, including starting to mock flirt with him in hopes that it would escalate." Her smile starts to vanish and her expression gets a little darker. "But the boy never noticed. Despite all she was doing and how close they became, she was just the plain old tomboy friend to him. His interests were firmly planted elsewhere." She glares at you a bit. "Tiffani Scarlette."

"T-the cheerleader?" You ask in surprise. This roller coaster of a story was taking a lot of unexpected turns and you desperately want to get off.

"Yes, the cheerleader. The blonde stacked cheerleader with the cute smile and feminine charms." She crosses her arms under her chest. "The one that the boy was constantly staring at, drooling over, fantasizing about. Yes, I said fantasizing about. As he would gladly tell the girl about the various things he would do with her." You gulp as memories start flooding back. "I see the boy remembers. All the time the girl had a crush...everything she wished the boy would say to her, every way she wished the boy would look at her...he was directing to Tiffani instead. She spent a lot of long lonely nights crying into her pillow with a broken heart."

"Melody...I...I'm so sorry..." You stammer, looking for words. Every word stabs into you like a shard of broken glass. Melody must see the pain on your face and quickly breaks character.

"No! I didn't mean to make you feel bad." She exclaims, putting her hand on your face again. "I don't blame you, okay? You had no way of knowing and I never had the metaphorical balls to tell you outright. I was mad at the time, but never really at you. More at the universe for burdening me with an unrequited crush on my best friend. Please don't beat yourself up, okay?"

"Ah...okay." You reply, trying to keep your own emotions under wraps. It is like trying to cover up a grenade blast with tissue paper.

"This....this was a dumb idea." She says, backing off a bit. "I shouldn't have told you all that. I-I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking, laying all that on you." She slaps her own forehead. "So stupid! I come out here all dressed up with a plan and just proceed to ruin the mood completely. Goddammit!"

"Hey, no." You say quickly. You remember that this night is for her and that you promised to let her use you to get out whatever she has been holding in. This is obviously part of that, so you decide to suck it up and be a man for her. "Don't. I'm not backing down, Melody. I made you a promise and I plan to keep it." You glance down at her form fitting leather outfit and take in her body and all the secrets hiding behind that zipper. It isn't long before your arousal start to wash away the emotional fallout inside you and settle a fog of lust in your head. "Besides, the mood's not ruined." You lean back a bit and show off the outline of the half-mast erection straining against your boxers. Melody looks down and exhales sharply as she notices your cock getting harder inside it's cloth prison. She slowly lifts her head back up. "C'mon. Let's keep going."

"Are you sure? If you want out now, I won't hold it against you."

"I'm all in." You smile back at her. She brightens up, then takes a moment to compose herself before getting back into her role again.

"Don't get ahead of yourself." She says, her voice shaky, but getting it's confidence back. "You'll have to earn the opportunity to be....all in." She exhales again for strength, then continues. "Long story short, I had a lot of fantasies about you back then that obviously never got realized. As I became more and more frustrated, my sexual daydreams would get darker and more aggressive. Until it got to the point where I would stop fantasizing about you coming on to me, and start fantasizing about me cornering you and forcing myself on you and taking what I wanted." She pauses for a second, realizing how that sounds. "Not against your will or anything, but you get the idea. And it hung around in my head for years afterward, haunting me like ghosts of sexual frustrations past." She licks her lips subconsciously. "And that's what all this exposition is for." She walks a little closer to you and then lifts her leg up before placing a barefoot down on the edge of the bed between your legs. "You have caused me a lot of sexual tension and inadequacy that has left me unfulfilled for a while, Jack. And I aim to make good on rectifying that tonight. Now, be a good boy and turn around."