You playfully say no

“No.” You smile at Melody. “You gave them to me.”

“Com'mon. Please, give them to me.” She says as she tries unsuccessfully to swipe them from your hand.

“Nope. They’re mine now.” You chortle as you tighten your grip on her panties.

“Do you really wanna die for being a smartass?” She asks as she seizes your hand.

“Better to be a smartass than a dumbass!” You taunt her.

“Dammit Jack! Give them to me, I’m not fucking around!” She half-screams as you break free of her grasp. Before she can retake hold of your arms you lean forward in the chair and drop her panties behind your back.

“Come and get them. HEHEHE!!!” You laugh. Your playful mood, while irritating at first, has now brightened her spirits a bit as this bout of teasing has now become a contest. Which, she is of course intent on winning.

“Do you really want to play this game?” She chuckles. Her devious laugh stops you in your tracks because you know the tide has been turned on you, but you aren’t sure how. That is until Melody throws her weight into the chair and attempts to bury her hands behind your back. To escape her, you plant your feet on the floor and lean back as far as you can. However, the **** of her hitting the chair, combined with you leaning backwards throws off your center of gravity and you start to tip over.

“Oh SHIT!!!” The two of you scream out as she hops out of the chair and gains her footing. Without thinking you reach out and grab hold of the first solid object you can find and balance yourself and the chair. This act makes an awkward moment between two friends even worse.

“Umm, Jack…” She tries to speak but the words **** her.

“Yeah?” You reply, completely surprised at how Melody has suddenly clammed up.

“Your hand. It’s…umm…” She stifles herself again.

“It’s ‘Umm…’ what?” You ask, oblivious to the situation.

“It’s on my ass!” She blurts out and immediately turns beet red.

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” You say, not moving your hand, which is in fact glued to her left ass cheek.

“SURE!!!” She responds sarcastically.

“I mean it. I grabbed hold of the first firm object I could get my hands on. I swear!” You say, trying to talk your way out of the situation. She does not respond. She just stares at you for a few seconds, during which time you are sure she is looking for some hard object to beat you to **** with.

“So are you gonna move it?” She puts her hands on her hips and glares at you.

“Okay.” You reply.

“Thank…” Is all she manages to get out as you merely move you hand to her opposite cheek and grin at her.

“Do you seriously want me to kill you?” She asks you again.

“Melody, I’ve got my hand on the nicest ass God has ever put on a beautiful woman. If my life ends right now, I’d die a happy man!” You reply as you give both cheeks a firm squeeze.