Try to talk to her

You gaze at the sleeping woman in the bed just a few feet away. You don’t know if she is awake or not. If she is awake her head must be spinning just as much as yours is. Why did she feel the need to come into your bed and have sex with you? Was it more than sex to her? Would she be willing to do it again? All these questions and more are plaguing your mind, and you need at least some of them answered. So you call out to her.

“Melody?” You whisper, just in case she is sleeping.

“Don’t question it Jack, just accept that it happened and go to sleep.” She tells you. Her answer stings a little, but its concrete proof that you had sex with your roommate. Going against her orders, you hop out of bed and walk over towards hers.

“What are you doing?” She asks nervously. You don’t respond as you climb onto her bed. You don’t know if she is naked under the covers or not, so you stay above the bed sheet and lie down next to her.

“Please Jack! Go back to your bed.” She pleads with you but you just scoot closer to her.

“Can we talk?” You ask. She turns away from you and curls up into a ball.

“There’s nothing to talk about. It was just something I needed. You were the closest person I could find. That’s all there is to it.” She says. Her words feel like a thousand knives through your heart. You summon up all the courage you have to say what you want.

“So what you’re saying is that all I was to you was a quick rebound fuck? Thanks a lot!!! I guess shit rolls down hill!” You roll over in disgust.

“What do you mean by that?” Melody asks you in a rough tone.

“I mean Keith used you as a fuck-toy, and then you turn around and use me as one. Great way to treat your best friend Melody!” You say as you hop out of her bed and head back over to yours. The echo of her voice rings through your ears as you crawl back into bed and try to fall back asleep. She doesn’t try to speak to you. The last image you have of her for the evening is of her staring at you with her mouth wide-open and a tear in her eye.

Try as you might, you cannot seem to drift off. The vision of Melody riding you is seared into your eyes. However, her words are what is keeping you awake. After seven years, she risked your friendship for a quick screw to fix her ego and then had the nerve to say it to your face. Finally, when it seems almost impossible, you shut her out of your mind and drift off to sleep.