up my body. I didn't want to fuck her, not now and not ever. I wanted to crawl on my hands and knees to Sass and beg her to let me in, beg her to let me show her what I wanted. But I pulled Brittany up and over the side of the bed so her back was to me.
"I like to fuck from behind." I said, hating myself more each time. She climbed on all fours, baring herself for me without hesitation. I couldn’t feel bad for fantasizing of Cassa while I fucked her from behind. She was in it for my status, she wanted to fuck a rock star and I had used her to make Cassa jealous thinking she was still married.
I reached for the rubber and rolled it down my length, my free hand knotting into her hair.
I controlled her body like I do my drums. Owned it, owned her, made her come and made her scream, I even came again. But every thrust I thought of Sass and wished like hell it was her beneath me.
*
I placed a call for a cab first thing in the morning. I was sending Brittany home, her plane ticket waiting at will call. I was polite and explained I appreciated her affection but that she knew the score and there was nothing left between them. I may fuck an obscene amount of women but I also treated them with an obscene amount of respect.
After sending her off I made the calls to the guys, none of them answering because they were still pissed off at my accusations toward Cassa. Apparently they had all stayed in touch with her when I thought only Noah had through Carrie and Candey. I wanted answers on why none of them said a fucking word. I wanted to confront them last night, but I was busy shaking hands of the men my dad had worked with. Every one of those crabbers had a story to tell me about my dad. By the time everything wound down I just wanted a distraction before I broke into a million pieces. Brittany was that distraction.
Now none of them would answer the phone, even Mikey who I was most angry at. Mikey was my closest friend, the only one who knew the truth why I left and how much I regretted it.
I couldn’t stop her words from replaying in my mind, couldn’t make images stop flashing either. I closed his eyes and saw a that piece of shit hitting my baby. It made me furious to know she had been violated. I was willing to let her move on and be happy, had planned on meeting Cory for the first time last night. I never expected to hear how things went down. It only increased my never ending guilt for leaving her behind. She was never supposed to be miserable. My leaving was supposed to make her happy once she moved on. She may have moved on but not for the better.
Knowing I had to get down to the dock and start cleaning out the boat I headed for the shower, thoughts of a beaten down Cassa and saying goodbye to my dad thrashing against my skull.
*
Cassa
I pulled up to Jerry's house like I told Shamus I would; preparing myself for that little bitch Britt opening the door. Today I may just let her have it. Sure I was being unreasonable but that girl was bad news looking for a good ride.
I knocked on the door but there was no answer. “So like him to forget I was coming by.” I said to myself while I worked my spare key in the lock hoping and praying I wouldn’t find Shamus mid thrust into the fangirl .
Walking through the house I had loved so much, seemed vacant now and there was definitely no signs of Brittany. Even in my mind I said her name with disdain. The house felt like Jerry took every drop of love with him when he died. I picked up my box and headed down the hall towards the bathroom and-
“ Oh my God!” I screamed before spinning and turning my back. Shamus stood before me, fresh from the shower. His barely there hair was still wet and little drops of water still pressed to his perfectly defined chest. Water dripped from his lashes and chin and I could smell his soap mixing with the faint scent of toothpaste. I refused to look, terrified Brittany would follow him out just as naked and just as wet.
Get out Cassa
"I like to fuck from behind." I said, hating myself more each time. She climbed on all fours, baring herself for me without hesitation. I couldn’t feel bad for fantasizing of Cassa while I fucked her from behind. She was in it for my status, she wanted to fuck a rock star and I had used her to make Cassa jealous thinking she was still married.
I reached for the rubber and rolled it down my length, my free hand knotting into her hair.
I controlled her body like I do my drums. Owned it, owned her, made her come and made her scream, I even came again. But every thrust I thought of Sass and wished like hell it was her beneath me.
*
I placed a call for a cab first thing in the morning. I was sending Brittany home, her plane ticket waiting at will call. I was polite and explained I appreciated her affection but that she knew the score and there was nothing left between them. I may fuck an obscene amount of women but I also treated them with an obscene amount of respect.
After sending her off I made the calls to the guys, none of them answering because they were still pissed off at my accusations toward Cassa. Apparently they had all stayed in touch with her when I thought only Noah had through Carrie and Candey. I wanted answers on why none of them said a fucking word. I wanted to confront them last night, but I was busy shaking hands of the men my dad had worked with. Every one of those crabbers had a story to tell me about my dad. By the time everything wound down I just wanted a distraction before I broke into a million pieces. Brittany was that distraction.
Now none of them would answer the phone, even Mikey who I was most angry at. Mikey was my closest friend, the only one who knew the truth why I left and how much I regretted it.
I couldn’t stop her words from replaying in my mind, couldn’t make images stop flashing either. I closed his eyes and saw a that piece of shit hitting my baby. It made me furious to know she had been violated. I was willing to let her move on and be happy, had planned on meeting Cory for the first time last night. I never expected to hear how things went down. It only increased my never ending guilt for leaving her behind. She was never supposed to be miserable. My leaving was supposed to make her happy once she moved on. She may have moved on but not for the better.
Knowing I had to get down to the dock and start cleaning out the boat I headed for the shower, thoughts of a beaten down Cassa and saying goodbye to my dad thrashing against my skull.
*
Cassa
I pulled up to Jerry's house like I told Shamus I would; preparing myself for that little bitch Britt opening the door. Today I may just let her have it. Sure I was being unreasonable but that girl was bad news looking for a good ride.
I knocked on the door but there was no answer. “So like him to forget I was coming by.” I said to myself while I worked my spare key in the lock hoping and praying I wouldn’t find Shamus mid thrust into the fangirl .
Walking through the house I had loved so much, seemed vacant now and there was definitely no signs of Brittany. Even in my mind I said her name with disdain. The house felt like Jerry took every drop of love with him when he died. I picked up my box and headed down the hall towards the bathroom and-
“ Oh my God!” I screamed before spinning and turning my back. Shamus stood before me, fresh from the shower. His barely there hair was still wet and little drops of water still pressed to his perfectly defined chest. Water dripped from his lashes and chin and I could smell his soap mixing with the faint scent of toothpaste. I refused to look, terrified Brittany would follow him out just as naked and just as wet.
Get out Cassa
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