She makes the first move

Melody covers your hand over her breast with her own, holding it in place as she moves from the bed to your lap. Subconsciously, you keep her from sitting directly against your erection. Your eyes dart between her eyes and her nipples; she notices quickly.

"It's okay, Jack. I want you to look. I want you to feel. I want you to play. I want you to...ooooh!" Her last words are cut off as you put her nipples between your fingers and pinch lightly. You gently massage her breasts, feeling your cock straining against your pants. Her eyes close as she enjoys your touch, her hands reaching up to undo her pigtails and let her red hair spill down behind her.

You lean in and gently kiss around her chest, drawing her hands up your back and into your hair as your lips find a nipple and draw it in. You trade between each nipple for what feels to you like hours before your nostrils finally notice the familiar musk of feminine arousal. Melody backs away from you for a moment, finally removing the cheerleader top entirely.

"I guess I can pull off the cheerleader look?" she smirks at you, and you realize where her eyes are pointing. A glance down reveals a wet spot at the tip of the tent in your pants. You start to cover yourself, but your half-naked best friend stops you.

"I want to see it." Nervousness flavors her voice again, but there's still confidence behind it. "Please."

Your hands shake nervously as you stand and undo your pants. They drop to the ground soundlessly, leaving you in your shirt and boxers. A shift of fabric causes your cock to pop out of the fly. The tip glistens with your precum, and you feel your cheeks turn bright red as she looks at it with undisguised lust.

Melody gently pushes you back onto the bed. You can see the blush on her cheeks brighten some as she looks at your unflagging manhood. She kneels down in front of you and smiles into your eyes.

"A pretty pair of tits and you're up and running, huh?" She giggles a little, both at her own joke and in her nervousness. You wonder in the back of your mind why this situation has to be so awkward for the both of you.

"Usually takes more. You're a special case." You mentally slap yourself for the statement. "I mean, you're just so amazingly hot.... How can I not get hard?"

"So you walk around with one of these sticking up all the time around me?" You know she's just teasing, but you can't help but think of the number of times that statement rang true. Her fingers move along your boxers, getting closer to your manhood. Your cock pulses visibly, and a fresh bead of fluid rolls from the tip to coat the head.

Melody swipes at it with a finger, collecting a fair sample. She looks at it lustfully, then licks her finger clean. Her eyes return to yours; you can see the desire and her emerald eyes and you know she sees the same in yours.

"How long as it been for you?" Her question makes you think back. You start to answer, but she interrupts. "Too long."

You nod your head in agreement. She moves closer, gently kisses your mushroom crown, then looks back up at you. You realize what she's about to do only as she moves to act upon it.

She takes your cock into her mouth. At first, it's just your head. She bobs a bit on it, slowly taking more and more between her hungry lips. Her tongue swirls along the sensitive underside. Your fingers run through her hair as you fight to control your hips. One of her hands slides into the leg of your boxers, tickling your inner thigh as she reaches for your balls.

You moan loudly, the sound fully unexpected by you. You feel your balls twitch and tingle under her fingers. You don't even get the chance to warn Melody before your cum starts to erupt into her waiting mouth. You feel like you're pumping gallons into her, yet at a glance, only a small trickle of your jizz appears at the corner of her mouth. She continues to suck on your cock even after your orgasm subsides and your hardness fades. She lets it slip from her mouth and looks up at you, her mouth open to show you the pool of cum left in her mouth. She makes a show of swallowing the entire load.

"You're good. Really good. That was.... amazing...," you manage to breathe out. Your brain refuses to think about how much practice she's had.

"Thank you," she says and quickly kisses the tip of your cock as it lays heavily against your boxers. "But you deserved it."

"After all you've been through tonight? I don't deserve much. You deserve a lot more."

"You made me go from feeling horrible to happy and sexy and....," she pauses for a moment, as if having trouble deciding on the word. "...And loved."

"You deserve it all and more." You can't help but think your response incredibly lame and cliche. She smiles softly, then climbs into the bed and lays face-down.

"And I'll probably feel like a total bitch and a slut tomorrow." She sighs, looking away from you again. "I just.... I wanted to do all that. For you. But we'll go to bed soon and wake up and all this will be behind us and I'll wake up realizing I almost used my best friend for pity sex."

You turn and start to give her back a massage. She relaxes into your fingers. "Are you sure about all that? I mean, you just made a huge boost to my confidence and all I did was try to help you feel better. Forget about Keith. Forget he ever existed. If it helps, just think of what we just did as a dream. If that's what you want, I'm willing to do my part to help."

"No, that won't help," Melody laments. "We went too far. There's no turning back now."

"If there's no turning back, then what's really to stop us from going ahead?" Your penis is starting to gain some size again.

"You.... You'd still want to keep going?" She turns to look at you, but you keep her from rolling over.

"Why wouldn't I? You're an amazingly beautiful woman and you saw how hard you got me from that costume. And it can't be pity sex if... well, if what you did was any indication.... I think we're already thinking the same things about each other."

She stares at you for a few moments, and you wonder if you've said too much or not enough. She pushes your hands off her back and reaches into her nightstand for something. You're about to move off her bed when you see what it is she takes out: a tube of lube.

"I'm still a little angry. I want you to do something for me." She hands you the lube and moves to slide her tight white panties down to her knees. "Keith kept wanting anal sex, and I wouldn't let him. Jack, I want you to go where he never could. I want you to fuck my ass." To punctuate the last sentence, she lifts her ass up invitingly.