Try To Make Sense of This

"Melody..." You say finally. She looks at you expectantly, her fingers subconsciously fiddling with her empty glass. Words begin to pour out of you uncontrollably, as if lubricated by the copious amounts of **** you drank. "I...I'm not sure why I just admitted all that to you so readily. I have been hiding those fantasies for so long." Melody's expression conveys some surprised interest. "I can only assume that deep down, I wanted you to know about it. Deep down I wanted to be in a position where I was **** to just get it out there and see how you would react. See if you felt the same way, see if there was any chance that, I mean that we could, you know, that we-"

"Jack." Melody said sharply, shutting you up. She stands up from her chair and, with some considerable wobbling, walks over to your side of the table. Your heart is beating furiously, not knowing where this was going, but praying that it would go the way you were feeling. Melody puts her hands on your shoulders and lightly pushes you back. You get the picture and push your chair back away from the table. She then lifts one leg over your lap and proceeds to straddle you on the chair, her ass resting on your quickly hardening erection. She shifts her hands back off your shoulders so that her forearms are resting there instead. Her face gets so close to yours you can smell the bourbon on her breath. "You talk too much."

"So I've been told." You reply dryly, trying to keep your voice even. The girl of your fantasies giggles lightly with a lilt to her voice and she slowly, teasingly grinds into your lap.

"Well, I think we can put that mouth to much better use." She says, leaning her face in closer, bringing her lips tantalizingly close to your own. "Never have I ever..." She whispers into your own mouth, "...not wanted to kiss you." With that, her lips connect with yours and she leans into you fully. You have to push back against her to keep from tipping the chair over and sending you both to the floor. Your encircle your arms around her waist and hold her body against you. Her turtleneck sweater-clad breasts squashed against your chest and even with all the layers of clothing between you, you could still feel them they way you had always hoped to.

Melody gives you a surprise and she slips her tongue into your mouth, searching for your own. You meet her unspoken request and your tongues dance together for a few moments before the girl in your lap pulls her face away from yours for air. Kissing her felt so right that you didn't want to stop; you go for her neck almost instantly, placing your lips just above her collarbone and alternating between kisses, sucking, and light biting. Melody sighs, gasps, and moans at the sensations, closing her eyes tightly. She snakes her hand up to the back of your head and holding it to her neck.

"I have to make a confession." She pants weakly. "I ch-cheated."

"What?" You ask in confusion, drawing your lips away from her soft neck. She grunts and pushes you back into place, reminding you of the better use for your mouth. You have no argument and go back to assaulting her throat with kisses.

"At the game, Jack." She whispers. "I cheated at the game. I owe you like seven penalty drinks." You move up higher on her neck, closer to her jawline. "When I said - ah, right there, yes - when I said that I never fantasized about you going down on me, I lied." Your mind was already on fire with lust and desire and her breathy admissions were only adding more fuel. You bite her neck a little harder than you mean to and leave a mark. She doesn't seem to object though, as her verbal reaction sounds very pleased.

"When I said I never fantasized about sucking your cock," she continues once she catches her breath, "I lied." Your cock grows even more rigid in your pants and she obviously notices this, as she grinds into you even harder. In order to spare her neck, you move to her shoulder, trying to push the neck of her turtle-neck to the side, so you can get at her skin. Without a moment's hesitation, Melody grabs the bottom hem of her sweater.

"When I said I never fantasized about you fucking my tits..." She lifts her sweater up over her head, leaving her topless except for her black lacy bra. She tosses the garment to the side, not caring where it ends up. "...I lied." You are both breathing very heavily now as your eyes are drawn to the beautiful breasts that are now in full view, with the bra providing a very generous amount of cleavage. You suddenly realized you were now just staring at her and although she doesn't seem to mind, you want to go back to making her feel good. You place your lips on her shoulder, kissing the edge of her collar bone. You shift her bra strap to the side as you kiss the skin underneath. Melody leans her head forward toward your shoulder. Her lips brushes against your ear and her heavy panting causes warm air to tickle your ear lobe.

"When I said I never fantasized about you taking my ass for the first time and filling it with your hard cock," she whispers huskily into your ear with a lustful and needy tone, "I lied so fucking hard."

"Melody..." You can't help yourself from speaking her name out loud. Between her sexy admissions and her grinding ass, you feel like your are about to burst out of your pants.

"Give me a new penalty." She continues to whisper passionately into your ear. "Whatever penalty you want to give me, Jack, I will take it. Right here and right now."