I spent the weekend mired in self-recrimination and loathing after leaving Natalie. She was already having a hard time with the break up and I'd made it infinitely worse by fucking her. I was disgusted by my lack of self-control. I'd known better, but done it anyway. Nat deserved better.
The beginning of the week didn't get any better, but passed in a bad-tempered blur. Every time I snapped at someone, I reminded myself it wasn't their fault I was weak and selfish.
My phone dinged and I pushed back from the soundboard and slid it from my pocket. When I Whitney's name, I smiled and opened the message. She'd sent me more pictures of adorable fainting goats. She discovered YouTube videos of these tiny goats that had some kind of genetic mutation that caused them to faint when scared. Whitney had been horrified to learn that farmers put the fainting goats in fields with Alpacas so when attacked by predators, the goats would faint and become easy prey while the more expensive Alpacas escaped.
My youngest daughter loved animals and was now on a mission to rescue all the fainting goats of the world. If I wasn't careful, my backyard would be filled with the creatures. I smiled again, put my phone on silent and back in my pocket. My girls always brightened my day, no matter what was going on.
Looking up, I saw Tyrese watching me. He glanced away quickly. It was the third or fourth time he'd done that today, particularly interested whenever I received a text. I didn't know what his problem was. Especially since he'd been getting and sending texts all morning.
We continued to work on songs for the new album. I asked him to bring up the 'Skeletons' track for further work. He'd been excited about the track when I first laid it; now he seemed indifferent.
"What about recording background vocals to emphasize certain words?" I asked and Tyrese shrugged.
"That would be okay," he said.
"Yo, what's up with you man? I thought you dug this track?" I asked, irritated by his lack of enthusiasm.
"Guess maybe I'm tired of hearing about all the women you fuck around on," Tyrese said.
"Fuck you! You don't know shit about my relationships except what I put on wax!" I yelled, standing up, fists clenched. I already felt like shit over things with Nat, I didn't need this from him.
"Maybe. Doesn't mean I have to like it," Tyrese growled, getting to his feet.
"Doesn't give you the right to judge me either!" I yelled, jabbing a finger in his direction.
Jared poked his head into the room, looking from me to Tyrese. "Uh, everything alright in here?"
"I don't know, is it?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at Tyrese. "Or would you rather switch shifts with Jared today?"
Tyrese deflated and shook his head. "We're good."
Jared nodded and left. Tyrese and I settled back in our chairs.
"Sorry man," Tyrese said. "Got some personal shit going on. Didn't mean to take it out on you."
"Let's just get to work," I said, turning to the soundboard. We'd finally settled back into an uneasy rhythm when there was a knock on the door.
"Uh, Marshall? Got a minute?" One of the security guys interrupted from the doorway.
"Can it wait?" I asked, turning a knob to lower the bass.
"Afraid not," he said.
I turned and looked at him surprised.
"Maybe we could speak in the hall?" he asked.
Frowning I followed him out of the room. Once we were alone, he cleared his throat nervously. "There's a woman in the lobby, making quite a scene. She says she's your girlfriend?"
"Oh shit."
As I hurried to the elevator, I pulled out my phone. I'd had it on silent and now saw dozens of missed calls and texts from Natalie.
Arriving in the lobby I saw her screaming in the receptionist's face as another security guard attempted to pull her back. "Listen bitch, I know he's here! I need to see him!"
The receptionist said something I didn't hear and Nat started screaming again.
"Then get him the fuck down here!"
"Natalie!" I shouted, jogging over.
She turned and stormed towards me. "These idiots wouldn't let me up to see you. You should fire them all."
"Lower your voice and quit making a scene," I hissed, leading her over to the side of the lobby.
"I wouldn't have to if they showed the proper respect!" she yelled over her shoulder at the receptionist.
"Stop it! They're just doing what I asked."
Nat's head whipped back around. "What?"
"I took you off the entry list when we broke up."
Her hand moved so fast I didn't have a chance to move before it slapped the side of my face. "You bastard!"
I waved off security, then grabbed her wrists to prevent further blows.
"So that's it? You're just removing me from your life? Like I was nothing?" Nat cried, tears shining in her eyes. "After you fucked me the other night!"
"I'm sorry! You're not nothing. This is hard for me too! I'm just trying to move on," I said.
"Move on?" Nat screamed, yanking her hands away from me. "So you do have someone new! Who is she?"
"No! I just meant ..."
"I hate you!" she screamed. "How can you do this to me?"
I hadn't seen Paul arrive in the lobby, but he stepped forward now and motioned for security to remove Nat. She continued to scream at me while she was marched from the building.
Everyone was staring at me. But I couldn't move, trying hard to keep my feelings of anger, sadness and embarrassment under control and my face blank. Paul's hand gripped my shoulder.
"Come on," he said.
I nodded. "In a minute."
Walking over to the receptionist, I apologized for Natalie's behavior and asked if she was alright. The older woman smiled and said she was the gatekeeper for a reason. I thanked her, then followed Paul to the elevator.
I bailed early in the afternoon, telling myself I would get more writing done at home alone. But the truth was, I couldn't handle the guilt of Nat's lobby tantrum or Tyrese's silent judgement any longer.
I didn't need anyone's criticism; I tore myself apart better than they ever could. By that evening, I had berated myself for using Natalie, causing her more heartache, airing my personal business at work, acting unprofessional and not having the album done on schedule.
Mad at myself for sleeping with Nat, I hadn't seen Callie in almost a week. I figured I didn't deserve the calm she brought since I'd robbed Nat of any peace. But it had been such a shit day and losing myself in Callie for a while was appealing.
Mentally I talked myself in and out of going to see her over the next hour. Finally I headed to the garage.
Callie held a very full glass of wine when she answered the door.
"No," she said, trying to close the door when she saw it was me.
I pushed inside and slipped my shoes off. "Can we skip the protests tonight? I'm not in the mood."
"And I'm not a whore," she said. "You can't just show up whenever you want!"
"Right. Ya just like riding my dick," I said walking to the bedroom. "Come on."
I was lounging on the bed by the time she walked in, still holding her wine glass.
"That's far enough," I ordered when she got to the centre of the room.
"What?" she asked, her head tilting in confusion.
"Strip for me," I said.
"Marshall ..." she looked uncertain.
I stretched my arms behind my head and waited.
She sighed then drained the wine in one long swallow and set the glass on a dresser. She stared at me as she began undoing the buttons of her blouse. With the last button undone, it slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. She wore a white cotton bra that seemed too small, the way her tits were spilling out. Her belt went next. As she reached to undo her jeans, I slipped my hand into my sweatpants to stroke my hardening dick.
She smiled and let her jeans drop to the floor. Her panties were also white. She looked so innocent, when she was anything but.
"Turn around," I ordered, my voice catching.
Slowly she turned. Fuck her ass was amazing. Tits were great, but I was definitely an ass man. Nat was too skinny to have much of a bum and I'd forgotten how I loved the feel of a healthy butt.
Getting off the bed I moved behind her. Running my hands down the curve of her back, over her ass. Pulling the panties down, I let them fall to the floor unable to take my eyes off her.
Slapping a cheek I watched it shake. Then ran my hand over it soothingly. I pushed her forward over the low dresser to give myself better access and explored more. Her asshole looked like a tiny rosebud. Unable to resist, my fingers traced over it and she moaned softly.
I cocked my head in surprise. Most girls hate anything to do with their asshole. Wondering how far she'd let me go, I slowly inserted a fingertip. She tensed, then relaxed. I pushed my finger in farther and waited. When she didn't protest, I carefully began moving my finger in and out. Callie's breathing became heavier. Gently I added a second finger. She pushed back against me, urging me deeper. Oh fuck me.
"I wanna – Can I – fuck!" I stuttered, unable to find my voice.
"Use a condom," she whispered.
Withdrawing my fingers, I took out a condom and yanked my pants down. My hands shook in my hurry to roll it on my dick before pressing the tip to her asshole.
"Are you sure?" I asked, praying she didn't say no.
"Go slow."
Nodding, I started to push in. The lubricant on the condom helped but it wasn't enough. Reaching down I played with her pussy, covering my fingers in her wetness. Then I stroked it onto my cock.
Inch by inch I slid all the way into her gorgeous ass.
"You set the pace," I growled, afraid of hurting her.
Still bent over the dresser, Callie began moving her hips experimentally, getting use to my dick. Gritting my teeth, I tried to hold still. Sweat formed on my brow. Carefully she slid a little forward, then back. The pressure on my dick was exquisite.
She picked up the pace, then shoved back against me. "I'm good."
Not sure if I roared out loud or just in my head. But my fingers tightened on her hips as I started to thrust. The feeling was out of this world. Everything faded away except the beautiful ass in front of me. Incapable of words, I grunted and moaned as I took her.
Reaching forward, I grabbed hold of the dresser edge to steady myself as I started to cum. The orgasm was one of the strongest I'd ever had, my knees threatening to buckle.
When the sensation subsided, I grabbed her hips again and gently pulled out. Turning I tumbled back onto the bed. Vaguely I registered Callie laying down next to me.
"That was ... unexpected," I said when my mind cleared. "And awesome."
"Mmmm."
"How much wine did you have?" I asked, turning my head to look at her. She lay on her side facing me, eyes closed.
"Enough," she smiled.
"Do you get anything out of that?" I asked curious.
"It feels okay, but I don't cum," she shrugged, eyes still closed. "Still it's fun every once in a while."
"Fuuuuck, how are you still single," I muttered. Then a thought struck me. "Are you single?"
Her eyes opened and she glared at me. "We wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't."
I shrugged. "You'd be surprised," I said, thinking of all the wives and girlfriends I'd met willing to cheat on their partners.
Callie closed her eyes again.
"I better go," I said finally, once I was sure my legs would hold.
"Okay," she murmured sleepily.
I leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Thank you."
She smiled but didn't open her eyes.
