You are a gentleman

Melody exhales, watching her breath rise from her lips as she rubs her arms for warmth.

“Goddammit, Melody,” you sigh, drawing her gaze as you slip out of your jacket. Her eyes widen as you step forward and drape your jacket around her shoulders before taking a step back.

“Oh, thanks!” she cooed. She pulls your jacket closer around herself, snuggling into the sudden warmth and familiarity of your jacket. You appreciate the sight for a moment—how ridiculous she looks with your large jacket swallowing her slender frame—before her eyes open back up and fix on you. “But now you’re cold,” she murmurs.

You shrug, hands in your pockets. The chill is quickly biting through your shirts but, having just given Melody your jacket, you weren’t going to take it back. Besides, it was hard to remain angry when it was so cold that you could almost feel your balls shriveling in your pants.

“It’s fine,” you answer, trying to look cool. Unfortunately, you’re way too cool for your own good and are unable to repress a shiver.

“Here,” Melody smiles, opening the jacket and beckoning you forward. You hesitate, unsure of the close contact—unsure of where you now stood in Melody. After a moment of waiting, she comes to you instead, wrapping her arms, and the jacket, around you.

You are suddenly flooded with warmth as Melody pulls your close, until she is pressed against you. You feel the soft orbs of her breasts pressed against your chest. Your nostrils are filled with Melody’s scent—slightly different than you remembered, but still strangely familiar after having spent so much time away from her. Melody practically buries her head in your shoulder so you can’t see her face, but you’re fairly certain she’s feeling the same things you are right now.

“I’ve missed you,” you finally bring yourself to say. You feel her shuffle against you and the sudden sensation of her breath against your neck sends shivers through your spine.

“Then you should hug me back,” she offered.

You smile as you follow her suggestion, bringing up your hands. But keeping them in the confines of the jacket makes the movement awkward and instead of gliding over Melody’s sweater, you find yourself pushing it up. Your eyes widen your cold hands are suddenly touching warm, silky smooth skin.

You feel Melody tense up at the sudden skin-to-skin contact, but she doesn’t object. To be safe, you pull her sweater back down and place your hands firmly on her back, holding her against you.

“Sorry,” you apologize lamely, to which she only giggles.

The next few moments are spent in silence as the both of you share warmth. Then you become painful aware of something. You’ve been awfully lonely since Melody had left and it’s been even longer since you’ve been this close to a girl. Your bottled up feelings, sexual frustration, and the closeness combined with the sudden contact from earlier had added up and your felt yourself hardening in your pants.

Pressed up so tightly against Melody there was no way that she didn’t feel it.

Your eyes widen as Melody pulls away from you, so she can look you in the eye.