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Authors: T. Gephart
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Phil on the couch I’m going to be rocking blue balls for a while.”
“He’ll be gone soon, stop being a whiny bitch about it.”
Joey was still moaning about their uninvited houseguest, with Max still defending his wayward brother. Angie and I wisely kept out of the conversation, the whole none-of-our-business being the reason for the silent treatment.
Last night had been different in more ways than one. Sure, I’ve had girls who have gotten back to my pad and suddenly decided they wanted to cuddle rather than fuck. Their nerve obviously getting lost between the bar and the bed, but with her it wasn’t the loss of nerve that was the problem; it was like it would have been a genuinely bad decision.
Maybe I’ve been soaking up too many of Angie’s pregnancy hormones—I took one of her prenatal vitamins by accident a few days ago—but as much as I wanted to get naked with Alison, I wanted her to just be okay more. She seemed like she needed a friend and I was more than happy to play that part, sadly my balls weren’t on the same page and I had been rocking a hard-on from hell all night.
Which is why I decided to bail this morning before she woke up. Not my most gentlemanly moment—I’ll agree, but a hell of a lot more polite than a big ass erection greeting her good morning. It was a compromise and one I’d hoped she’d understand. Or not.
Who knew if we’d even see each other again, numbers hadn’t been exchanged with no talk of catching up , so maybe her and I were just a bump in the road. I wasn’t entirely pleased at the prospect.
“Rus, you good? We’re going to loop it over again.” Angie’s guitar rang out solo as my rhythm section looked on, my mental vacation catching everyone’s attention.
“Uh-oh. Rusty’s daydreaming. Can only mean bad things.” Joey tapped restlessly on the snare. “Crazy girl must have been pret-ty impressive.”
“Hey, we don’t know she’s crazy.” Max grinned as he too weighed in. “Maybe she was foreign and her kissing Rus was her version of a handshake.”
“Dude, he was totally gargling her tongue, that wasn’t a fucking handshake.” Joey bucked out a laugh. I could see this was going to be the source of their entertainment for a while.
“You guys done now? Last time I checked we had a song to lay down, or if you’d prefer we can forget that we have an album to release and get in touch with our inner Oprah. I’m cool either way.”
It wasn’t like me to get pissed-off—especially not over a girl, but last night hadn’t been just about her. It was nice to talk. Most girls weren’t interested past whether my dick or my mouth was going to get them off, and for a really long time I was cool with that. But, someone actually being interested in me felt kinda nice. I really need to check the label on those prenatals, see if they weren’t some jacked-up estrogen supplement. Would explain a lot.
“Hey guys, let’s take five. I need to pee anyway.” Angie called time out on any further debate. Pulling me with her as we moved out of the booth, the we-need-to-talk look I assumed had nothing to do with her bladder.
“Listen, Ange, you know I love you, but I’m not helping you pee. You’ve got a man who signed up for that now. Pretty sure he’d have something to say about it too.” I followed her through the narrow corridor to the small courtyard outside.
“You know this isn’t about me or my bathroom habits.” She sat on an old plastic lawn chair, her eyes staying on me as I planted my ass on the one opposite.
“So, you just want to stare at me for a while. Okay, we can do that. I’ll turn for you though, my left side is better.”
“You are avoiding.”
She was right, I was avoiding. Not because I didn’t want to talk about Alison, but more because I really didn’t have much to say. She was an awesome chick who unfortunately had drawn the short straw. And I wasn’t a heartless bastard who was going to take advantage of that.
“He’ll be gone soon, stop being a whiny bitch about it.”
Joey was still moaning about their uninvited houseguest, with Max still defending his wayward brother. Angie and I wisely kept out of the conversation, the whole none-of-our-business being the reason for the silent treatment.
Last night had been different in more ways than one. Sure, I’ve had girls who have gotten back to my pad and suddenly decided they wanted to cuddle rather than fuck. Their nerve obviously getting lost between the bar and the bed, but with her it wasn’t the loss of nerve that was the problem; it was like it would have been a genuinely bad decision.
Maybe I’ve been soaking up too many of Angie’s pregnancy hormones—I took one of her prenatal vitamins by accident a few days ago—but as much as I wanted to get naked with Alison, I wanted her to just be okay more. She seemed like she needed a friend and I was more than happy to play that part, sadly my balls weren’t on the same page and I had been rocking a hard-on from hell all night.
Which is why I decided to bail this morning before she woke up. Not my most gentlemanly moment—I’ll agree, but a hell of a lot more polite than a big ass erection greeting her good morning. It was a compromise and one I’d hoped she’d understand. Or not.
Who knew if we’d even see each other again, numbers hadn’t been exchanged with no talk of catching up , so maybe her and I were just a bump in the road. I wasn’t entirely pleased at the prospect.
“Rus, you good? We’re going to loop it over again.” Angie’s guitar rang out solo as my rhythm section looked on, my mental vacation catching everyone’s attention.
“Uh-oh. Rusty’s daydreaming. Can only mean bad things.” Joey tapped restlessly on the snare. “Crazy girl must have been pret-ty impressive.”
“Hey, we don’t know she’s crazy.” Max grinned as he too weighed in. “Maybe she was foreign and her kissing Rus was her version of a handshake.”
“Dude, he was totally gargling her tongue, that wasn’t a fucking handshake.” Joey bucked out a laugh. I could see this was going to be the source of their entertainment for a while.
“You guys done now? Last time I checked we had a song to lay down, or if you’d prefer we can forget that we have an album to release and get in touch with our inner Oprah. I’m cool either way.”
It wasn’t like me to get pissed-off—especially not over a girl, but last night hadn’t been just about her. It was nice to talk. Most girls weren’t interested past whether my dick or my mouth was going to get them off, and for a really long time I was cool with that. But, someone actually being interested in me felt kinda nice. I really need to check the label on those prenatals, see if they weren’t some jacked-up estrogen supplement. Would explain a lot.
“Hey guys, let’s take five. I need to pee anyway.” Angie called time out on any further debate. Pulling me with her as we moved out of the booth, the we-need-to-talk look I assumed had nothing to do with her bladder.
“Listen, Ange, you know I love you, but I’m not helping you pee. You’ve got a man who signed up for that now. Pretty sure he’d have something to say about it too.” I followed her through the narrow corridor to the small courtyard outside.
“You know this isn’t about me or my bathroom habits.” She sat on an old plastic lawn chair, her eyes staying on me as I planted my ass on the one opposite.
“So, you just want to stare at me for a while. Okay, we can do that. I’ll turn for you though, my left side is better.”
“You are avoiding.”
She was right, I was avoiding. Not because I didn’t want to talk about Alison, but more because I really didn’t have much to say. She was an awesome chick who unfortunately had drawn the short straw. And I wasn’t a heartless bastard who was going to take advantage of that.
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