The Studio

7. Two For The Price of One

How did I survive it? I'll never know. It's hard to deny your body what it craves the most. It makes you believe that all your wants have turned into needs. Everything you thought or did would lead back to that one single thought that you need that which you craved or you would perish. I was at the point where I was almost positive that Carlos was no longer a want, but rather a need. I needed to feel his breath at the nape of my neck as he whispered how slick and tight my pussy was. I needed to feel that marble, velvet feel of his dick deep inside me. I needed him. Yet for three weeks I have survived. Barely! My ridiculous habit of the leg shakes have taken over my life in alien invasion style. I was sitting in class one morning and my leg had been shaking so hard that it disturbed the entire lecture. Embarrassing confession! Well, despite the leg quakes, I was still sane, well somewhat sane. I hadn't started to rip out my hair as yet so I must be on the road to recovery, right? Well?

Carlos seemed to be as cool as a cucumber. Nothing seemed to bother him; not even the shortest of my denim skirts. I was almost tempted to flash him but that never happened. So I guess I was right. I was nothing more than a piece of ass for him. I'm not saying he couldn't recover from our little affair over the course of three weeks, that's possible, but it only took him the next day after our car humping for him to be over me. Yeah...nothing but ass baby. Anyway, I had to act the same. I figured if I showed him any signs of interest, he would jump start my juices again.

Well something new did happen over the course of those three weeks. That something was Lenny. Yes, hot, sultry, 'please let me fuck you in the men's room' Lenny. The guy was constantly touching me. It had the others in the group believing that there was actually something going on. It was just flirting, but it was getting somewhere. It was like all of a sudden his life's goal was to get in my pants. He was getting close I'll give him that. I was weak. I hadn't had some since Carlos, and apparently I was on a twice a week dosage for sex. God I was turning into a nymph! Wish I could say I was distraught about that, but really...it sounds to exciting to me.

Practices continued and so did studio sessions, but due to work and school, I missed quite a few. So like the slave driver he was, Carlos cracked the whip and told me to get my ass to the studio on the double. At least I wasn't the only one. It just so happened that Lenny had been too busy to attend as well, so he and I scheduled to meet at the studio for a session. Did I fail to mention that Lenny was my ride there? He insisted that he picked me up, to make sure I didn't bail on him. The kid was starting to grow on me in all the wet places ...I meant right places.

I ran outside at the tote of his horn and saw him checking his face in the rearview mirror. I swear he never had as much as a piece of lint on his clothes. Neat freak. I was fine with it but something told me he was a bit too self absorbed and high maintenance for my flavor. It didn't dispute the fact that I still found him hot. No never to that extent.

"Hey sexy..." He greeted, as I closed the car door.

I smiled and watched him lean in to plant a sneaky but very determined kiss. It lingered on my lips with a heat that felt as if I had held my lips to a lit candle.

"Hey yourself." I said, because I was basically lost for words.

My head had already swooned. Damn...I was hoping he wouldn't become another Carlos, but I guess there was already a difference. He wasn't married for one, in fact, he was single. So I guess things just might be looking up.

I buckled my seatbelt as he pulled out of my yard and I forced my pulse to slow down before I had an aneurism. He was only quiet until we got on the highway.

"So...when are you going to give me my birthday present?"1

Gosh I was hoping he wouldn't remember that drunken night. I was acting like a wanton whore that night. I was so horny I was about to fuck him in a bathroom stall at the club. I couldn't have been in my right mind to do something like that. Well, I guess getting fucked behind a curtain wasn't a better atmosphere but I must say it was one of my favorite fuck sessions with Carlos. Ah, the thrill and risk of getting caught. I was about to get lost in my memories, until he placed a hand on my bare thigh. I winced and looked down at the strong masculine hands that caressed my thigh with a motion that made me want to uncross them and spread them wide for him. Damn, he was another Carlos in his own way. I touched his hand and reluctantly removed it. He didn't take offense; in fact the cheeky bastard had the gall to grin. Sexy.