Next, I made Melody sit down on the bed, and I took a seat next to her. She looked at me, but said nothing. Her eyes were nervous.
I put my hands on the collar of her shirt. "I'm going to take this off now," I told her. It wasn't a question, but it was gentle. Melody swallowed and nodded.
She put her hands on her top button, but I pushed them away. Gently, I said, "No, I'm going to do it. You just sit there."
Melody recoiled and snapped, "Oh my god, just have your way with me and let's get this over with! Cut this out!"
I giggled at her outburst. "We're doing this my way, right? I mean, I have my way with you or your darling sister. Which will it be?"
She huffed and looked away from me. "Fine. But I'm not enjoying this." Her voice had changed, though. It wasn't as angry as before. In fact, it sounded more assertive, as if she was trying to convince herself of that fact.
I undid her first two buttons, revealing the pale skin of her collar. I put my lips just under her chin, and gently sucked on her neck. Melody gasped, "Ah!" And her breathing deepened again. But I didn't stop there. I kept going. Slowly, I lowered my kisses, travelling down her neck, until I reached her collarbone, slightly protruding from her chest. When I got there, I used my hands to under the rest of her buttons, and I kept going lower, until my lips were just between her small breasts.
Monica must have gotten all the luck there, because I could tell there wasn't much under her plain tan bra. Still, they were adorable and I knew I could have a lot of fun with them. She gasped again when I kissed her between her breasts. I'm sure this was the closest any other human had gotten to touching them. I moved my lips upwards this time, travelling up her sternum back to her neck. Meanwhile, my hands undid the rest of her shirt, and the two sides hung limply from her shoulders.
I pulled back when I returned to her neck. Her eyes were focused on me, like a deer, waiting to see what my next move would be. I put my hands on her shoulders, and glided her shirt off her arms, until she was shirtless on my bed, with just her bra and her skirt.
"Melody," I told her.
She suddenly looked away. "What?" she asked, trying to sound disgusted.
"You have a beautiful body." I said it, and it was the truth. She had a graceful, petite figure. A young, innocent kind of beauty. Calypso under moonlight. And yet she was a woman, with just enough hips to define curves, and small breasts poking up from her chest.
She looked back at me, and stared deep into my eyes. She looked at me harder than she had ever looked before. There was no way to get a read on her expression.
