She won't go for a finger

You continue your work, rubbing Melody's anus with lubricating gel as she lies on her side, slowly becoming aware of just how horny you are becoming. You lick your lips and wonder if you could get away with lubing the inside of her asshole as well.

"Okay, Melody," you say, trying to keep your voice steady and normal. "I'm going to put a little lube inside, too."

Melody puts her head up a little. "Are you sure?" she says. "For just a thermometer?"

"Yeah," you say. "This one is digital, so it's a little bigger than a mercury thermometer. It helps to have a little more lube." You squirt a blop of KY onto your finger and press the pad into the center of her supple ring.

She tightens up instantly.

"No way, you're NOT going to put your finger anywhere inside me, Jack. Tonight is already enough of a nightmare."

You take your finger away and look at the tube of lubricant. It's a little one with a long, skinny nozzle.

"This is a single-use tube. It's smaller than the thermometer, so I can just squirt some inside. It might be a little cool, maybe. But you will have to relax again."

"Oh, all right," Melody says. "Get it over with. You remember where the wet wipes are?"

"Yeah, got 'em right here," you say. "Okay, here it comes." You hold her buttocks open with one hand and poise the slim nozzle of the lubricant at the slippery center of Melody's anal ring. "I think if you take a couple of deep breaths and kind of push out a little..." you suggest. You bend your head down to get a closer look. The bottom of Melody's pussy folds and a few straggling red pubic hairs are visible in her spread crease, close to the pink-grooved star of her asshole.

Melody takes one deep breath, then another, then shifts faintly. She opens for the nozzle of the lubricant tube, easily accepting it. "Okay?"

"Okay, here goes," you say. You squeeze the tube, depositing the clear, slippery gel inside Melody's rectum. You move the nozzle in and out to spread the lube, and it moves effortlessly through the already-lubricated entrance.

"Ooh, it's cool," she says.

"You okay?" you ask.

"No, I have a broken heart, a throbbing headache, the sniffles, and my roommate is squirting cold slippery stuff up my butt through a plastic tube! What could be worse?"

You can't help but snort out a little laugh. She laughs with you.

"Um, what?" you tease lightly.

"Being alone while I'm feeling like this," she says.

"Here I am," you say. Your erection presses against the inside of your pants. "Yeah. That should do it," you say, and withdraw the nozzle.

"Heck of a lot for a little thermometer," she says. "Yeah, I know, digital." she says. "Gimme."

You hand over the thermometer.

She frowns at it. "Set it up for me, then sit facing away," she says. "i think I can do it now."

You press the button to zero the thermometer. It beeps and displays "Lo 'F".

"That should do it, Melody," you say. "Take it out when it beeps."

"Actually, go wash your hands," she says.

"But..." you protest, thinking you might need to use them again. "You think you can get the angle right?"

"Yeah. I'll feel better if you take care of yourself. Hot water, huh?" she says.

You leave Melody to deal with the thermometer herself. At least she shouldn't have any trouble getting it in this time.

You hear her grunt "Uhhh" behind you. Success, you presume.

Hot water, soap, hot water, soap...