Yes she is.

The trip to the bathroom was helpful. You managed to completely diminish your erection and you can hopefully keep it away now the erotic stuff is over. You return to the room after a few moments and Melody has recoevered herself with blankets and is busily trying to read the thermometer. "Success?" You ask.

"Apparently." She sighs. "107. I have a hell of a fever, Jack." She groans and lays back down on her pillow.

"You'd better rest." You say. "Hell, you're even looking worse. You're face is flushed and covered in sweat."

"Uh, yeah." She mumbles and turns away. "Thanks for the comforting words."

"Sorry. Just an observation." You shrug. You reach for hand. "Here...let me take the thermometer." She grunts and sets it down on the bed. You stop and look at her sympathetically. "Hey, I know this weekend is sucking horribly, but it will get better."

"Whatever." She mumbles. "I don't think it can."

"Well, I'm here. I'll help you get through it."

"I know, Jack. I know." She seems to relax just a bit. "Thanks."

"Anytime." You smile and grab her hand comfortingly. Melody recoils like your hand is on fire.

"Jack! NO!" She exclaims, but it's too late. Your hand is now covered in a wet, sticky substance. You cock your head and look at your hand. Melody flushes further.

"Got some lube on your hands huh?" You say. She doesn't respond. "I guess I need to go wash them again." You are about to retreat to the bathroom when something stops you. This doesn't feel like lube. Slowly, hesitantly you raise your fingers to your nose. The strong scent is unmistakable. Your hand now smells like pussy.

Your eyes turn back to Melody, who was now squirming in embarassment. Your mind reels at the implications. Her hand must be covered in her fluid too...which means she must have been...Your cock goes rigid again and you feel a familiar heat rise through you.