Say I've fucked Monica

Her dear sister was so important to Melody. She seemed to think I'm a bad influence on her, and I can't really argue against that. But Monica and I have been roommates for a year now, so there's so much that happened that Melody wouldn't know about.

Or there's so much she would think happened.

"Keep my hands off her?" I asked innocently. "You don't have to worry about that." She changed her gaze at me, but still was hostile. "Why, she's the one who can't keep her hands off of me."

Melody scowled at me again, and sat back down on the couch. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, I guess Monica didn't tell you?" I said sweetly. "I guess you two aren't very close then."

She huffed. "I'll have you know Monica and I tell each other everything. I know more about her than you ever will."

Time for the kill. "Oh really?" I got up and sat down next to her. She immediately shifted to the far side of the couch. "Well did you know that Monica and I are lovers?"

She was silent for a minute. For a moment I was scared she didn't hear me, and I missed such a dramatic moment. The expression on her face was blank, until she finally looked away. "Ha" she said humorlessly. "Your lying. Monica is a good, Christian girl and would never give in to your sin."

Of course, I was lying. But she would never know, and if this worked, it might end up in my favor. I smiled. "Haven't you ever wondered why Monica never had any boyfriends?"

She stiffened. I know I hit a nerve there. "She-she's just picky. She's waiting to find the right guy for her. She's not an easy slut who'll give themselves to whoever asks. Like you."

I felt like that last part was implied, and unnecessary. But I gave her points for trying. I was definitely getting to her now.

"Sweet Melody, she'll never find the right guy for her. She's into girls. And she's really into me."

"Shut up!" Melody snapped. "She's not into you. And she's not into girls! She just hasn't found the right guy yet."

I sighed. "Oh she's definitely into me. In fact, you saw she was flustered before she left, right?"

"She was in a hurry, obviously."

"She was," I conceded. "But Monica is early to everything. Why would she be running late to meet her professor?"

She didn't answer and waited for me. "Because we were busy." I brushed a strand of hair out of her face. I leaned in a whispered. "do you want to want to know what we were busy with?"

She recoiled and jumped out of the couch. "Shut up. Shut up. Shut up! You're lying. You're just messing with my head. Monica would never do anything like that. She's a good girl."

I laughed. "Man, if only you knew how naughty she was. She's dirty."

"Shut up."

"And besides, if we weren't lovers..."

"I'm not listening to you." She turned away from me, but was still well within listening range.

"How would I know about the scar?"

She looked right at me and came towards me. I was still on the couch and she stood in front of me, looking down. "How do you know about that?" Monica had a small white scar just above her clitoris from a surgery she had when she was a teenager. We had talked about surgeries previously, and she felt comfortable enough to tell me. I also know she prefers to leave a small patch when shaving down there, I guessed to cover it up because she was self conscious about it.

"Well, if you must know, she was lying on my bed, waiting for me to come home. When I opened the door, she looked at me with hungry eyes and opened her legs for me. She beckoned me with her fingers and then she-"

*bam* Melody had tried to slap me across the face, but she was slow. It's not my first time in a catfight, and I knew what to expect.

"You... you bitch," Melody said under her breath, trembling. "What have you done to Monica? What did you do to her?!"

She pulled her arm away from me, and looked me straight in the eyes. There were tears. She believed me. I had her hook, line, and sinker. She was mine now, and the fun could begin.

"I didn't do anything." I stood up finally, and stood over her by at least three inches. "She came begging for me."

Melody sat down, defeated. She put her head and her hands and was shaking. This poor, innocent, Christian girl just had her whole world rocked. After a moment, she regained a little bit of resolve, and looked up back at me. I couldn't help but smirk. She opened her mouth to speak to me.