You're Still A Little Embarrassed

"You're welcome." You scratch the back of your head with a nervous laugh. "I'm glad I could help. And...you know..." You avert your eyes. "It wasn't entirely mortifying. I enjoyed it, right up to the point where you found out...well, how much I was enjoying it, I guess."

"I knew you would." She smiles.

"It's been a while since a girl has done anything like that for me." You say.

"Oh, so I guess it wasn't my act that did it for you, huh?" She asked, cocking her head. Her voice was sarcastic, but not entirely. "Any touch would have affected you, I bet."

"No, that's not what I meant. Your act was good. And I mean really, really good." You say and bite your tongue. The grin on the redheads face said it all. Damn your loose lips!

"Well! The truth comes out!" She laughs lightly and leans in, resting her elbows on your chest. "Really, really good, huh?"

You sigh. Well, you're already in the grave. No point trying to dig your way out. "Yeah. I'm sure you could get any guy you wanted with that act." You notice the grin fades from her face a bit.

"Well, it has worked in the past. Keith liked it, anyway." She said, not very pleased with the words.

"Sorry, didn't mean to remind you." You say, backtracking. "All I'm saying is...it was nice to be touched in an intimate fashion again, even if it was just an act." You see Melody visibly wince and realize your wording made her sound like a cruel bitch. "I appreciate you doing it for me." You amend quickly. At least this makes her smile. "It was nice to be the attention of a girls' seduction again." You mouth continues moving, as if aware that you might as well lie in the grave you dug. "Especially a cute, attractive girl."

"Oh, now you're just flattering me." She huffs quickly, her cheeks flushing. "You idiot. Besides it's this outfit. Anyone could wear this and look a hundred times more appealing."

"It's not just the outfit." You say simply. You see Melody struggle to fight the smile spreading across her face, but she eventually gives in.

"Okay, okay. I said you could boost my ego, not launch it into space." She says. "Thank you, though. It means a lot to hear it from someone who really means it. Especially you." Her warm smile is the most heartfelt you've seen in sometime, but it quickly turns into an oval as she shifts again and rubs up against your still shamelessly erect penis.

"Ermm." You mutter under your breath.

"So...this isn't going away anytime soon is it?" She asks, her teasing grin coming back.

"Uh...no." You reply, feeling ashamed again. You look away and you hear an annoyed sigh from the girl on your lap.

"Dammit, Jack. I said you don't need to feel embarrassed." She sighs again. "All right. I didn't want to have to do this, but you **** my hand." You look back at her in confusion. "Close those eyes, mister."

"What?" You ask. "But I..."

"Close. Your. Eyes." She states plainly. You feel helpless but to obey and shut you eyes tightly. "No peeking, got it? I'm serious. You look and you die." You feel she is serious and keep your eyes shut. You feel her squirm a bit on you lap, then she stands up for a second before sitting back down. "Okay. Now give me your hand, but keep those eyes closed." You do what she says and you feel her press something in your hands. It is a wet cloth, like a damp shirt, but much less material.

"What is..." You ask, but your words trail off as you move the fabric about to find out what it is.

"Got it figured out yet?" You hear her voice. You gulp. You certainly do; the shape of the fabric could mean only one thing. This was Melody's underwear. Which meant she was sitting on your lap bare-assed.

"I have an idea." You manage to say.

"Feel the crotch." She instructs you. It was easy to tell it was the wettest part of the garment.

"It's soaked." You state, your throat dry.

"So...what does that tell you?" She asks. "Do you think you're the only one who got turned on during that session? Did you think what I did didn't affect me at all? Hell, if anyone should be embarrassed, it's me. I was the teaser and I was in control, and even then, I got so aroused, I soaked my own panties." You gulp audibly as the smell from the underwear hits your nostrils. The smell of female arousal. Oh God...

"I didn't realize..." You begin, but the words trail off.

"Well, now you know. You have no reason to be humiliated now; every little bit harder you got, the wetter I got." There was silence for a few seconds afterward. "Sooo..." she finally says. "Can I get my panties back now?"