Your Turn To Tell Her A Story

"Well, how can I turn down a proposal like that?" You ask with a grin. She smiles back at you, obviously thrilled that you are taking her up on her offer. "You'll really let me do whatever I want?"

"Within reason." She says. "As long as you don't take too many liberties with me, I will do what you tell me to." She shoots you a seductive look. "Shall I go break out the fuzzy handcuffs again?"

"Actually, I think I have another idea." You say, a plan forming in your head. "And it won't be quite as BDSM-oriented as your little fantasy romp last night."

Melody actually pouts a bit. "Party-pooper." She sighs. "C'mon, Jack...don't you want me all tied up and at your mercy while I desperately call you 'Master' and beg for your cock?" Your dick twitches involuntarily at the thought and that doesn't go unnoticed. "See? I think he likes it."

"Look, who exactly is in control here?" You ask, crossing your arms. The redhead sighs and points at you. "Damn straight. And as fucking hard as the thought of fucking you in handcuffs makes me, I have my own fantasies I need to address." You grin manically. "Don't worry your pretty little head, Melody; you will be submitting to me soon enough."

"Okay, why don't you go ahead and share these fantasies of yours then?" She shifts into a sitting position by your legs so she can more easily look you in the eyes. "What perverted little game will I be playing for you?"

"All in due time." You assure her. "First, I would like to tell you a story. You know, for context." Melody's eyes narrow into slits as you say this.

"You better not be making fun of me." She warns you. "Cause that would be a deal breaker for me." You hold up one hand.

"No, I am serious. I think you need to hear the flip side of your story. Because the boy that you are so convinced was obsessed with that blonde cheerleader actually wasn't." Melody cocks her head to the side in confusion. "Sure, he lusted after her and shared fantasies about her, but that was just because he had convinced himself he would be unable to get the girl he really wanted. The girl who made his heart jump with every smile. The girl who was, and is, his best friend."

Melody's eyes went wide at this and a blush filled her face. "Wh-what?" She asked in surprise. "You're not serious are you?"

"I am very serious." You nod.

"N-no, that's bullshit." She says quickly, stumbling over her words. "I was the one crushing after you. I think I would have noticed if those feelings were reciprocated."

"I bottled those thoughts and emotions up and tried to ignore them. None of the guys you lusted after were anything like me, so I didn't think you would be interested in me." You explain. Melody begins twirling a strand of her hair around her finger frantically.

"You didn't think I would be...did the fact that I started flirting with you regularly not tip you off? I would think that would be a pretty big indicator!"

"I flirted back at you." You remind her. "You didn't seem to think it meant anything either." Melody opens her mouth, then closes it when she realizes you have a point. She stares down at the bed sheets and subconsciously places a hand over her bare crotch. She is suddenly feeling much less comfortable with being naked and ****.

"So you really had a crush on me in high school?" She asks. You nod again. "W-why didn't you bring this up last night?"

"Because last night was about you, not me." You reply. "I had already promised you that." You take a deep breath before continuing. "Besides, you made it clear that your feelings had passed and your crush was just a high school thing. I wasn't so lucky."

"Huh?" Melody quickly perks up, her body rigidly stiffening. "What...what are you saying?"

"My crush on you didn't go away after a few years of high school." You **** out before your brain can take the words back. "It still hasn't." You watch Melody's entire face flush a deep crimson color. "Don't get me wrong. I haven't been following you around to college hoping that one day I might have the chance to hook up with you. You are still my friend first and foremost. But that doesn't mean you don't still make my heart beat faster when you look at me." Her eyes lock with yours and she takes a few slow, measured breaths to try and calm herself. "So as you might guess, I have a backlog of emotional baggage myself. Especially when you would come up from an evening with one of your boyfriends and brag about the sex you had. In detail." Aaaaand the blush comes back in full ****. "Any idea how that rough that was to hear?"

"Extremely." She squeaks out, her voice hoarse. "Just as bad as when I had to listen to you fantasize about Tiffani. Probably worse cause it actually happened." She throws her head down into her hands in embarrassed sadness. "I am so so sorry, Jack."

"Hey, c'mon." You say quickly. It was very surreal to suddenly be on this side of this conversation. "It's not your fault any more than the Tiffani thing was mine. You don't need to apologize; I just needed to clear the air about all this. After everything you said last night, I figured it I should come clean too."

"S-so now what?" Melody asks, still not looking up from her palms.

"I hope the offer to have you submit to my sexual requests is still on the table?" You inquire. She doesn't respond for a second, then lifts her head, wipes her eyes and nods. "Good, because I think it is my turn to get my own sexual tension with you resolved and I have quite a few years of back log to work through."

Melody takes a deep breath, then looks up at you with a look of determination and resolve. "I will do whatever you want me to." She says. "Anything, I promise. Just let me know how I can make it up to you."