figure out what to do with the rest of the day. He’d thought about going over to his parents’ house and immersing himself in the environment there. Being with his family always centered him. Maybe his brothers would be home from college for the weekend, and he could hang out with them. Sitting here alone was only driving him crazy.
He was aware most people didn’t think of rock musicians as having families. Someone once said to him, “I’m sure they just think we were hatched.” And truly, too many of the musicians he knew had no family support at all. Marc never took his for granted. They’d encouraged him with his music right from the beginning, and he always let them know how important they were to him.
But maybe today wasn’t such a good time to head over there. One of his brothers was sure to figure out why he was so fidgety, and he wasn’t at all ready to tell them about Music Lady. He didn’t even know her name, for God’s sake. Or have any idea how to find her. Get in touch with her.
Try explaining to my brothers I had mind-blowing sex with a woman who wouldn’t even tell me her name. And that the next day she acted as if she’d never met me. What’s that all about?
Why does her attitude hurt so badly? Why am I even thinking about her if she can blow me off this way, treat me like a stranger?
He didn’t like feeling unsettled. It had never happened to him with any other woman and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. One night with Music Lady and his emotions were all over the place.
He shook himself mentally, cursing himself for acting like an idiot. Finally, after wandering around his house, he thumped himself down on the couch. But try as he might, he couldn’t get his Music Lady out of his mind. Thinking about her now made his cock hard as a steel pole, and he shifted to a more comfortable position. When he closed his eyes, he could see her again gloriously naked in his bed, her satin, soft skin flushed with pleasure, eyes glazed, streaky blonde hair falling around her like a cape. His hands fisted convulsively remembering the feel of her breasts, the stiff pebbled nipples, the beat of her heart against his fingers.
He wished she were here, right next to him, so he could pull those luscious buds into his mouth again. Nip them with his teeth and soothe them with his tongue. Lick her body all over and plunge his tongue deep into her wet pussy. Taste that sweet pink flesh and suck the hot bud of her clit.
He wanted her to sit on his face and—
Marc jerked himself into awareness. What the hell was he doing? He wasn’t sixteen anymore, having wet dreams about the cutest girl in class. No, he was thinking about a woman he’d probably never see again. He checked his watch. Four o’clock. Where the hell had the afternoon disappeared to while he’d been sitting here daydreaming like a fool?
It occurred to him that he’d spent most of the day alternately nursing his hurt feelings and dreaming erotic fantasies about a woman he’d spent one night with.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Yeah, but there’s something else at play here. Something I can’t put a name to. Yet.
He knew only one cure for what ailed him. Fishing a bottle of beer out of the fridge, he grabbed his acoustic guitar and carried everything out onto his back porch. Slouching into one of the Adirondack chairs he’d recently repainted, he took a healthy swallow of his beer, set the bottle down, and cradled the guitar in his lap. Maybe he could put all this energy into something constructive.
Like a new song.
About Music Lady.
***
“Coming, coming, coming. Hold your horses.”
Emma hit save on her computer and hurried to the front door. Someone was ringing the bell and not too patiently. If it was Andrew again, she’d have to do more than just tell him to get lost. The more she thought about him and his attitude, the more irritated she became. With herself as much as him, at the last two years she’d wasted in an
He was aware most people didn’t think of rock musicians as having families. Someone once said to him, “I’m sure they just think we were hatched.” And truly, too many of the musicians he knew had no family support at all. Marc never took his for granted. They’d encouraged him with his music right from the beginning, and he always let them know how important they were to him.
But maybe today wasn’t such a good time to head over there. One of his brothers was sure to figure out why he was so fidgety, and he wasn’t at all ready to tell them about Music Lady. He didn’t even know her name, for God’s sake. Or have any idea how to find her. Get in touch with her.
Try explaining to my brothers I had mind-blowing sex with a woman who wouldn’t even tell me her name. And that the next day she acted as if she’d never met me. What’s that all about?
Why does her attitude hurt so badly? Why am I even thinking about her if she can blow me off this way, treat me like a stranger?
He didn’t like feeling unsettled. It had never happened to him with any other woman and he wasn’t sure how to handle it. One night with Music Lady and his emotions were all over the place.
He shook himself mentally, cursing himself for acting like an idiot. Finally, after wandering around his house, he thumped himself down on the couch. But try as he might, he couldn’t get his Music Lady out of his mind. Thinking about her now made his cock hard as a steel pole, and he shifted to a more comfortable position. When he closed his eyes, he could see her again gloriously naked in his bed, her satin, soft skin flushed with pleasure, eyes glazed, streaky blonde hair falling around her like a cape. His hands fisted convulsively remembering the feel of her breasts, the stiff pebbled nipples, the beat of her heart against his fingers.
He wished she were here, right next to him, so he could pull those luscious buds into his mouth again. Nip them with his teeth and soothe them with his tongue. Lick her body all over and plunge his tongue deep into her wet pussy. Taste that sweet pink flesh and suck the hot bud of her clit.
He wanted her to sit on his face and—
Marc jerked himself into awareness. What the hell was he doing? He wasn’t sixteen anymore, having wet dreams about the cutest girl in class. No, he was thinking about a woman he’d probably never see again. He checked his watch. Four o’clock. Where the hell had the afternoon disappeared to while he’d been sitting here daydreaming like a fool?
It occurred to him that he’d spent most of the day alternately nursing his hurt feelings and dreaming erotic fantasies about a woman he’d spent one night with.
Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Yeah, but there’s something else at play here. Something I can’t put a name to. Yet.
He knew only one cure for what ailed him. Fishing a bottle of beer out of the fridge, he grabbed his acoustic guitar and carried everything out onto his back porch. Slouching into one of the Adirondack chairs he’d recently repainted, he took a healthy swallow of his beer, set the bottle down, and cradled the guitar in his lap. Maybe he could put all this energy into something constructive.
Like a new song.
About Music Lady.
***
“Coming, coming, coming. Hold your horses.”
Emma hit save on her computer and hurried to the front door. Someone was ringing the bell and not too patiently. If it was Andrew again, she’d have to do more than just tell him to get lost. The more she thought about him and his attitude, the more irritated she became. With herself as much as him, at the last two years she’d wasted in an
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