What We Are

Thrown Down

Stevie had sounded strained on the phone to me the other day, and it worried me.
"Soon."
She had confirmed vaguely after I'd told her I needed to see her. She hadn't called for almost a week now and I had begun to miss her even more, but at the same time I was growing desperate. I wished I was at home eating dinner, spooning food into my daughter's teensy mouth. I wished I was playing baseball with my son in the garden, or teaching him to swim in Stevie's ridiculously big pool, while telling him stories about my brother.
I had three days between two shows, but it didn't seem like I'd be having much fun or even relaxation. Failing to gather the energy to take a walk around the city as I usually would, I took a rough afternoon nap. 

I'm pushing deep in an upward motion as I pin her against the wall. God she's still so fucking tight and I tell her. Her long blonde hair tickles my naked body as I hold her close to me; her moans enticing my ears. Without a doubt, I love this woman, nothing and no one could ever compare. "I'm close baby I-"

Shit. My head pounded as I heard a thudding on the hotel door. Sighing and attempting to conceal my erection with a towel robe, I shuffled to answer the door. "Oh. Hello Leanne." I said awkwardly as I recognised one of the girls who worked with my tour team. She'd been eyeing me for weeks, trying to make conversation over anything. She was fairly irritating, but dangerously pretty.
"Lindsey. I just wanted a word." Her feet were crossed over each other- she had no plans to leave unless she got what she wanted. "Whatever, come in," I said without thinking. "Got any wine? I need to unwind."
"Sure," I motioned towards the fridge, not looking her in the eye. I was still incredibly aroused after my nap, and I missed the feeling of closeness too much- what was I capable of? I didn't ask her to, but she poured two glasses.
"Ah ok," I said taking a sip from the glass as she scooted to the centre of the bed to hand it to me. "It's a drink Linds. Take it. You've got nothing to feel guilty about." She rubbed my thigh for a few seconds as she smiled, almost innocently. "You wanted to talk?" I said, trying to shift to a more formal atmosphere, though how could I? She was on my bed for Christ's sake. "I think you're stressed Lindsey. You need to relax more." That was it?
"Uh ok. I'll try."
"I think you should watch a movie with me."
"Why?"
"Because you need to relax...You deserve it." She swivelled off my side of the bed and slid a disk into the TV, flicking off the lights before she sat beside me again- a little closer this time. The execution of her actions seemed almost planned. She reached over me for the clicker to fast-forward the ads, and I had to force myself to look away from her body. I thought of Stevie and Lena, I felt disappointed in myself. The movie began and I could barely concentrate. It was some shitty low-budget rom-com that me and Stevie would have probably watched ten minutes of ironically before giving in and making love on the couch. Leanne however seemed enthralled, her eyes popping and her laughter ringing at every cheap joke. After half an hour or so there was a sex scene. My trousers were already bursting from the previous stimuli I'd been exposed to and this was the final straw. "I just need-" I tried to stand and escape to the bathroom but Leanne's hand tightened around my arm, as she paused the movie with the other. "Stay here." I slid back onto the bed in confusion. There were no more than ten seconds of eye contact before she attacked me with her lips. I was shocked into stillness as her tongue danced around mine, and she moved to straddle me, aggressively forcing my hand up her loose top. My erection was painfully pushing against her and I couldn't help but whine when she softly ground above it. "I can't. I..."I whined.
"I know you fucking want me baby."
Before I knew it she'd pulled my trousers down and gripped my cock. I reached to push her off me, but she lowered her pussy around me and I thrusted almost as a reflex. "F-fuck," I leant forward in frustration, roughly sucking her left tit. She rode me fast, caressing me all over with her wet mouth, forcing her chest further into my face, my hands clenching around her soft ass up her dress. Then, realising exactly what I was doing I protested, "No stop, I need...I need..." I came pathetically quickly inside her at this exact moment, in no fit state to pleasure anyone. "Fuck."
"Oh fuck," she squealed back as I emptied myself.
"Fuck no."
She dismounted me and I ran into the bathroom. The mirror showed me a sweaty, red version of myself with guilty eyes. I leapt into the shower and sobbed. I have no idea how long I was in there, it could have been hours. All I know is that by the time I'd dried off, slung on some new pyjamas, and gathered the courage to reenter the bedroom, Leanne was still sitting on the bed.

Stevie and Lena were in the doorway.