You Want to Hear a Secret

"Yes, please." You nod vigorously, eager to shift the pendulum of embarrassment back in her direction and get the spotlight off yourself. Melody laughs for a second before thoughtfully putting a finger to her chin.

"Okay. I don't know if you ever noticed this, but...I used to get really jealous of some of the other girls in High School." She says as she curls a lock of red hair around her finger. "Y'know...since I was such a tomboy and they were like actual women."

"Really?" You ask in surprise. Jealousy, especially about how other women looked, was not something you expected out of Melody. "You never seemed like you gave two shits about any of that."

"Usually I didn't." She averts her eyes for a second and looks down at her toes as she digs them into the warm sand. "Except for the ones that caught your eye, Jack. It was so infuriating to sit next to you at pep rallies and watch you drool over that one blonde cheerleader with the pigtails and massive rack the whole time." She glances over at you. "I am sure you remember the one."

"Tiffani Scarlette?" You ask. You hadn't thought about her in ages. The look on Melody's face seems to indicate she doesn't like the fact you remembered her name so easily.

"Yes, Tiffani." Melody says with a little bit of residual bitterness. "She would be jumping around and you would just be watching her tits bounce up and down the whole time." Your face flushes again at this comment; you don't recall being that enthralled with Tiffani's breasts, but it wouldn't surprise you if it was true. "I mean, you were a teenage boy, so I couldn't give you that much flak for it. And truth be told...I had a hard time not watching those puppies dance sometimes myself. But I couldn't help feel angry and envious, because I wished you would look at me like that and you never did." She must have realized that she was frowning, because she suddenly brightens up. "If I had know that you were fantasizing about me that whole time, it would have saved me a lot of long nights of feeling inadequate and screaming into my pillow."

"Sorry." You mumble, still reeling a bit from this info. "I never meant...I mean, I didn't know..."

"Of course you didn't, you idiot." Melody quickly interrupts and grabs your right hand, squeezing it gently and comfortingly. "That's why it's a secret. I don't hold it against you and I didn't tell you it to make you feel bad. I just wanted to let you know that you're not the only one with some teenage baggage regarding our relationship."

"Did...did you fantasize about me back then too?" You ask, fishing for some more info.

"Ah ah ah." Melody scolds you. she takes her hand off of your, much to your chagrin, and waves in front of your face. "Not so fast, Jack. It's your turn to share some secrets." She gives you a sly grin and you can't help but wonder if she is getting perverse pleasure out of teasing you.

"You are enjoying this way too much." You reply, trying to keep equal footing with her and not let her be in total control. You know it is a lost cause though; when Melody wants to be in control of a situation, it is damn near impossible to wrench it away from her.

"Consider it payback for putting me on the spot earlier with your little impromptu erection confession." Her eyes glance down at your cock for just a second before going back up to meet your eyes. If you had blinked you might have missed it, but you didn't. Realizing she was caught sneaking a peek, Melody looks away suddenly as if her downward look never happened.

"Eyes up here, dirty girl." You grin to yourself, repeating her words from earlier. Her body tenses up as you speak.

"Don't get cocky." She shoots back. "In all meanings of the phrase." She looks back over at you. "I was going to let you off the hook a bit, but after that comment, I think I will double down." She brings her face closer to yours. "I want to hear some naughty stories, Jack. Why don't you share some of those fantasies about me?"

"What? Don't I get to choose a secret now?" You quickly interject. Sharing any of your fantasies about your friend is much more than you bargained for. "You got to choose yours!"

"Oh, quit stalling." She brushes off your argument without a second thought. "You're not wimping out on me now, are you?"