Make her masturbate

I think it's time to have a little fun, and get a little payback for all the attitude she game me earlier. Although if this goes right, she might enjoy it too.

"okay Melody" I told her, "strip down to your underwear." She made a nasty face at my erotic wish, but it seems she was resigned to this fate. She took off her white top first, revealing a sensible tan bra over top two tiny, yet perky breast. Her skin was pale, and I noticed she had a tiny little waist I found adorable.

She slid off her skit, leaving behind a plain pink set of panties. Then she looked at me. "Well?"

"Shoes too." I replied. "And socks while you're at it." She complied and her tiny bare feet were exposed to the world. I wanted to leave her bra and panties on for now, though. There was something really exhilarating about how tantalizingly close they were. Very soon I would rip them off her, but they serve a purpose for now.

I walked over to my bed and patted the covers with my hand. "Come sit." I told her. Melody hesitated at first, but reluctantly came and sat down. "Now lie back," I told her, gently pushing on her nearly-bare shoulder.

She leaned down and rested her head on my pillows. I laid down next to her, and together we nearly took up my entire bed. "Tell me, Melody." She looked at me, our eyes inches away. There was trepidation in her eyes. "Have you ever touched yourself before?"

The trepidation was washed away, and anger took its place. "Never." She said sternly. "I would never defile myself in such a way."

"I want to watch you touch yourself." I whispered in her ear, sensually.

"Hmph." she huffed. "I'm not going to do that. I'm pure and just as God intended."

"Oh really?" I asked her. "I guess that means your dear sister isn't pure anymore." That got her attention, and she looked at me, her eyes burning with anger. I continued before she could speak, "Monica used to love touching herself while I watched. And I loved hearing her moan my name over and-"

"Alright fine!" Melody cut in. Then her voice lowered. "You'll never have Monica touch herself again, right?"

"I promise." it wasn't technically a lie, considering how I've never actually had her touch herself before.

"Fine." She was satisfied. This poor, naive girl. Someone could really take advantage of her. And she slowly slid her hands down her sides, just stopping above her panties. She hesitated for a second before slipping her hands under. There they rested above her pussy, but not moving.

I looked at her face. She was concentrating and looking flustered. "Melody?" I asked.

"Okay fine." she replied. "What do I do? I've never done it before."

I licked my lips. "Here, let me show you. I slip my hand over to hers. I laced my fingers over hers and guided her down to her sweet pussy.

"Dont touch me." she said sternly. Which was kind of an odd thing to say, but I understood what she meant.

"I'm not touching anything, it's you whose doing all the work." And I took her fingers, and I glided them over her little lips. My fingers tickled from her hair down there. She seemed to have shaved it into a small patch above her clit. Delicious.

"~Ahhh" Melody gasped. "Oh." Her fingers rocked back and forth over her labia. I guided them slowly, feeling them out. Her breathing got husky. "~oooh~" She moaned. "S-so this is what it f-feels like." She sounded like it just slipped out of her lips.

"Uhuh, does that feel good?" I asked her, greatly enjoying the display of her feeling herself. I could feel myself get really wet just from watching.

"N-no." She was resolute. By this point her hips were rocking to increase the **** on her fingers. "I'm only doing this for Monica. I'm not enjoying this. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak."

"Oh, I think you're enjoying this." I told her. "Look at how wet you are." My fingers were now quite damp from her secretions. Her wetness must have been running down her legs by this point.

"S-so?" She asked in between more moaning. "~Ahhh. I'm a pure, Christian girl. The spirit is willing but the body is weak."

Man, she really likes that verse. Maybe I'll look it up one day and figure out what it means. "The body must be very weak indeed," I pointed out. "Because I'm not even moving you any more."

"Huh?" Melody paused to look down at herself. I had moved my hand away moments ago, but her hand was freely moving. She had been masturbating herself all on her own. "Oh my god," she whispered.

"Keep going," I told her. "Just try what feels good."

"It does feel really good," Melody conceded.

"It's for Monica, remember."

That seemed to put new resolve in her spirit. Soon her hand was moving quickly under her panties. I could just barely see the fabric move, but I could feel her body rock. She was really getting into it now. Her breathing was getting rapid, and her hips were rocking even faster.

Suddenly she yelped. "AH~!" I was slightly startled. "That feels really good." Ah, I understood. She found her clit finally, and her fingers would be soaking wet by now. I saw down her body and she had found a good technique now, using two fingers to massage up and down her pussy, but now giving special attention to her clit. She seemed really sensitive up there. That's good to know for later.

I could feel I was soaking wet and in dire need of release. Following her suit, I slid a hand into my pants, under my panties. I didn't need much teasing at this point, so I went straight for it and put two fingers inside myself. Pleasure streaked through my body, and my fingers were soaked in wetness.

"Ooooh" I let a moan escape from my lips, as I watched Melody continue to pleasure yourself.

Melody heard me. "Ahh, Christy... are you... are you touching yourself too? Ohh~" She barely managed to squeak out.

"I sure am. Ahh~ You're so fucking hot, Melody."

"I-I'm not a lesbian." She was quick to point out. "But, but, but this feels really good. I think-Ahh~- I think I'm about to climax."

She was so fucking adorable using words like climax. All the weeks of abstinence and the horniness today meant that I was about finished, too. "Me too, Melody. Cum with me. Let's cum together."

I thought for sure she'd say something against that. But she was so busy in her pleasure she just replied, "Okay Christy. I'm-ahhh-I'm gonna climax." Her moans were getting louder.

I felt my own pressure build. It was wonderful, this release. "Say cum, Melody. Say you're cumming!" I was moaning louder too. I was so close. I just needed a little push.

Then, the sweet innocent Melody roared. "Christy! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! AHHHH!!!" Her whole body rocked, and her legs shook. A tangible wave of pleasure ripped through her body, her first orgasm, her first time cumming. That knowledge pushed me over the edge. My soaking wet fingers burst out of my pussy as my orgasm rocked my body.

Just as I was enjoying the feeling of the orgasmic waves, Melody moved. "Ahhh!" She was moaning, and she was still shaking. Her orgasm still hadn't ended. "I'm still cumming," she said, breathlessly. And seemingly without her control, her body rocked on top of mine. I instinctively wrapped my arms around her, and held her. She was breathing heavily into my neck, and I was poised to whisper into her ear, as our bodies rocked and orgasms rolled from our heads to our toes. I could feel her wetness leak through her panties and onto my legs; I had taken off my leggings at some point, but couldn't remember when. I realized our juices were mixing.

She laid on top of me for a while after that. Just breathing, not able to support herself. Her little breasts were completely wrapped by mine. My own orgasms had taken a lot out of me. I needed a second to recover as well, so for a few minutes, two exhausted girls lied with each other, enjoying the feeling of skin on skin.

Then Melody moved. She put her hands beside my body and pushed herself up. She looked at me right in the eyes. And for the first time tonight, there wasn't scorn or hatred, there was satisfaction.

"Wow." was all she could say.

I smiled. "You haven't seen anything yet."