Playing Cacophony (closed)

[musicankane]

Finally it was a place he could finally relax. A quite peaceful neighborhood in the middle of Suburbia. Marcus Lepold paid cash for the three story 5,000 square foot house on Stanford Lane. Marcus was a musician in a band, a very successful band called Cacophony. For twenty years Cacophony had been rocking the world with a symphonic sound and haunting female vocalist. Marcus played guitar for the band and help produce the albums.

The band was on a break now, for the past seven years life had been a constant drain of, recording then touring. It had been draining on all the members of the band and finally they had all sat down and decided on a break. Marcus’ first goal was to buy a house in the quietest neighborhood he could find. Stanford Lane was a nice little middle class area. The houses where nice and roomy, but not overly expensive. Marcus figured that in a neighborhood like this there would be little to no media attention for him to worry about.

He stood on the lawn watching the U-Haul movers taking the last of his stuff from the back of the large truck. It was a sunny afternoon, the breeze keeping it from getting too hot. A few kids where playing soccer in the street and looking toward his house as if wondering who could possibly need a full 18-wheel U-Haul for their stuff. Most of the truck had been for his music studio equipment that would be set up in the basement. Inside the home he had hired an interior decorator to unpack all the furnishings and set everything up. Marcus was single and without a woman to set the place up it would take him forever and it would turn out ugly.

After the U-Haul pulled away, it was only a couple hours before the decorator took off and Marcus was left alone to enjoy his new place. The first thing he decided to check on was his studio, after all it’s where he spent more time than anywhere else. Even on a band break he still couldn’t keep a guitar out of his hands.

He smiled upon entering the basement. The sound proofing was in place and on the wall were the gold records the band had made, a total of seven in all. At the head of the room was a large picture taken backstage of the band posing just before heading on stage to rock the house. He walked up to the picture and smiled at Zoey Electra. The singer of Cacophony had been a big part of his life, that woman had shown him incredible things. He smiled fondly at her picture and found himself thinking of their private moments together.

He spun toward his instruments, an incredible collection of guitars of several different brands and types. Too many guitars, for sure. There were a few that he hadn’t touched in decades. He had only held onto them for so long because they held a kind of nostalgia for him. Maybe he could sell a few on E-Bay and give the money to a charity or the local high school music department.

He headed upstairs to the kitchen and made himself a sandwich for lunch. He had been ready to sit down when the doorbell rang. Taking his sandwich with him Marcus got up and walked to the front door. He opened it to revel a beautiful young woman standing there with a huge grin on her face. In a bare fraction of a second Marcus saw a bit of himself in her. Not literally of course, but more of an impression of his former self. He saw in her the way he had been before Cacophony and Zoey. Young, eager, and so very naïve.

She stood there just grinning at him for a moment before Marcus finally asked, “Can I help you?”

[Sinful_whispers]

Zoey lay back upon her chase lounge in her rented apartment smoking a cigarette as she watched the smoke float above her towards the ceiling wondering what she was going to do with herself while the band took a break from recording and touring.

She loved the road, being on it going from place to place constantly, the male groupies she bedded over the past twenty years, the music and parties, the recreational drugs and the adrenaline rush that being on the stage caused her when she belted out her words making other feeling it just the same.

Zoey loved nothing more than performing, when she was little she would dance and sing into the hairbrush as she danced around her room, and right before she turned eighteen she met Marcus and his buddies that were forming a band. She had read a flier that was posted down town on this huge wall where anybody and everybody placed something up from missing people to help wanted to missed connections between others, you name it there was probably a flier up for it.

She sang one song for the band and she was hired on the spot. For the last twenty years she has been the lead singer of Cacophony and couldn’t see herself with any other band there was just to much history between them all, they were family in every sense of the word except for being of the same blood and for that she was glad as she had history with each male member especially Marcus.

Pushing up from the chase she stretched arching her back as her rounded breasts stuck out from her chest. Zoey was a beautiful female, there were a few defined age lines starting to show from wear and tear over the years but she didn’t look thirty-eight by far. Her body was sleek and she a will look about her from her dark hair to her smokey made up eyes, a rocker with a sexual touch that could belt out a tune wearing little to nothing, or ripped jeans and a t-shirt to sneakers, cowboy boots or stiletto heels.

She looked around her apartment at her accomplishments and small tokens from the road and smiled. There were so many and she was pleased with her life and how it turned out in the long run and how it was still rocking on. Sooner or later it would end but those like Tina Turner for example keep her in hopes of singing in her fifties or sixties and looking that fine.

Zoey grabbed her favorite pair of jeans, they traveled all over with her a new rip every time she wore them on stage. She knew sooner or later they would need to be trashed or at least saved as a reminder of days past. She pulled a tight AC/DC t-shirt over her head and reached up pulling her long dark hair from under the shirt and left it cascade down her back. Grabbing her keys she slipped into a pair of shoes and headed out the door to Marcus’s new house to check it all out, to see if it was all that the bragged about.

-Enter Abby-

Abby was eighteen and not the wild child you’d think she was just by looking at her. She was thin yet not like a twig model, her hair was black as the darkest night and her skin held a light tan. What attracted you to her other than her dark green eyes was her innocent girl like face and her slight shyness. To look at her you’d think she was still in high school and not a girl on the way to her first year of college that was majoring in English Literature.

Her family had moved to the suburbs when she was little, her parents grew tired of the city and didn’t think it was a place to raise a young girl. They bought the house on Stanford Lane and put a lot of work into it, fencing the yard with a tall privacy fence, adding the landscaping, pool and all the other extras in the backyard. Her father was a college professor and her mother wrote books on the civil war and other parts of history, they kept her sheltered growing up and in doing that it didn’t help her prepare for what was going to happen in her future in many areas.

She was woken by the sound of thuds or something. She crawled from bed and stretched as she pulled her wooden blinds open and then pulled her curtains aside looking outside. She watched as a large moving truck pulled up into the driveway next door and began to empty out the back as they unloaded it into the once vacant house.

Abby watched as all the music equipment was taken into the house, and was curious who bought it. She figured wither it was one, a famous rocker or band member or two just a person that messed with music but there was a lot carried in for it to be a hobby type thing.

Moving away from the window she wrapped in a silk robe and wandered from her bedroom down to the kitchen on the first floor where hot coffee was waiting for her as she set the timer. Pouring a cup she opened the doors to her back patio and sat out there waking up. The house had been quiet since her parents went away abroad for her father to teach a summer class and her mother to work on her book. At eighteen, Abby was ready to be left on her own, they needed to cut the cord sooner or later and now that she would be going to college at the end of the summer it was time. Granted it was a local college and she’d still be living at home she still needed independence.

Being the person Abby was she figured she’d wait for the moving truck to leave and then she would go welcome her new neighbor to the neighborhood. She sighed and went back in closing the doors behind her as she sat the empty mug on the counter top and went back up to get dressed.

Brushing her hair she looked in the mirror, and smiled to what she saw feeling pleased with herself. Abby chose a pair of jean cut offs that were not short shorts but a decent mid thigh length and a tight cropped t-shirt leaving off the bra as her perky tits were just the right size to not need to worry about sag and so much bounce she’d blacken her eyes.

Walking over she felt a little nervous but still it was the neighborly thing to do. Walking up the front steps she knocked on the door and then waited to see if it would be answered, and when it opened Abby just stood there in a stare at the man before her, it was her all time favorite band guitarist Marcus Lepold. “Can I help you?”

Stunned she could hardly speak, I-I…well hi...I live next door…” she couldn’t contain herself…”Oh My God your…M-Marcus Lepold!”

[musicankane]

The girl at the door was gorgeous, her hair a dark raven color which was Marcus’ favorite. He had to thank Zoey for starting that trend among the band’s fans. For three albums Zoey had gone through a darker look, dying her hair black and wearing exotic black lacy clothing. She had looked incredible with that style and because their female fans idolized Zoey so much, the imitations soon followed. Marcus loved looking into the crowd and seeing cute little raven haired girls all head banging and cheer for them.

“May I help you?” He asked her again wondering why the girl was just staring at him as if in shock. It took him a moment to realize that the girl had to be a fan.

Sure enough she stammered out, “I-I…well hi…I live next door…Oh my God you’re…M-Marcus Lepold!” She looked giddy enough to burst out screaming, something he hoped he could avoid having her do in his front door.

He gave her a friendly smile and patted himself down. “Yea, I think the last time I had my driver’s license renewed that’s what it said.” He took a bite of his sandwich and held out his hand. “Since you know my name, I think it would only be fair to know yours.” He said, raising his eyebrow expectantly.

She giggled and took his hand, shaking it eagerly. “I’m Abby.”

Marcus nodded. “Well nice to meet you Abby.” His mind wandered off pictures of Abby laying naked in his very large bed. Her naughty bits covered by a thin silk bed sheet as she smiled seductively at him. Her body was all hers but her smile belonged to Zoey. He felt a chill run down his spine, Zoey had this uncanny ability to haunt him.

Zoey had been his first lover and even from the first day they had met at her audition for the band she had this way about her. It was like a aura that people could just sense, she oozed raw uncontrollable sex appeal. In bed Zoey was a goddess who just instinctually knew what she was doing. Though they had sex several times throughout their career it was never clear to Marcus if Zoey ever cared for him more than a friend or if she truly had romantic feelings for him. He didn’t know if Zoey ever fucked the other guys in the band and he didn’t want to know.

Their fling had lasted on and off for decades. One of the things that made Zoey so magical was her ability to make him feel comfortable during periods of sex-less friendship. The possibility of getting back into Zoey’s bed was probably why Marcus had never gotten married. Although his sexual appetite had become lustrous and somewhat wild because of her. He found himself trying to train his “girlfriends” to fill his sexual appetite. None have stuck around long enough to match Zoey. He had given it up as a lost cause.

Then again as he looked at the sweet peach in front of him, grinning from ear to ear, he saw great promise. She seemed innocent enough and would probably be willing if he was careful and led her very slowly. Abby was young enough and beautiful enough that she could possibly surpass Zoey’s greatness. Unlikely, Marcus thought to himself, but if she got close she’d be quite a treat.

He grinned as a wicked idea came across his mind. The perfect start into his sexual corruption of the young naïve Abby from next door. He opened his mouth to say something but as he did the phone rang. “Excuse me, Abby.” He walked back to the kitchen and answered the phone.

“Hey there Marcus, how’s the new house?” Zoey’s voice came on the other end of the line.

“Hey Zoey, it’s looking good.” He told her.

“Yeah well, we’ll see about that. I’ll be there in twenty.” She said and in typical Zoey fashion she hung up on him. Zoey wasn’t someone you said no too, Marcus had learned that early. Once she decided she was going to do something, well you went along with it or you got the fuck out of her way. It was something that had caused several arguments in the band over the years about musical direction. Early in their career it had been troublesome, but as they matured musically the arguments faded away as they all got used to each other’s style and naturally came together in one big collaboration.

Marcus went back to the front door to find Abby trying to peek around. He smirked and walked back over to her. “Listen Abby, I have some company coming over in a few minutes, but there is something I could really use a hand with tomorrow. If you’re available why don’t you swing by tomorrow afternoon and give me a hand.” He offered.

[Sinful_whispers]

“Yea, I think the last time I had my driver’s license renewed that’s what it said and since you know my name, I think it would only be fair to know yours.” He said as he placed the sandwich back down on the plate and offered his hand out top her for a shake. Abby laughed and blushed slightly then composed herself and answered him.

“I’m Abby” she said acting like her age and not some schoolgirl with a crush on a teen idol you may catch a glimpse on TV of or a movie you’d see ten times just top see him. She placed her hand in his feeling the grip and then he released hers as she smiled.

“Well nice to meet you Abby.” He said as she looked at him again watching and feeling his eyes moving over her body giving her the once over and she nonchalantly did the same over him. Abby knew a few different things about him from reading articles in magazines and he did look his age but he was aging nicely and he was still attractive.

“Pleasure is mine Mr. Lepold” she said giving him the respect she thought he should have.

Just as he went to speak again the phone rang, and he excused himself from the front door letting it open as he walked into another are of it. Abby was just like any other curious person, she peeked her head in and looked around. Furniture and cardboard boxes were everywhere and anywhere stacked with writing on the sides which looked to be with words to rooms they belonged in.

Abby was so caught up in peeking about she never saw him coming her way till he was right on top of her, “sorry, was just peeking about can’t blame me right since I’m a fan of the bands and yours.” She gave him her big eyes and innocent smile hoping it would work for her and apparently it did by his response.

“Listen Abby, I have some company coming over in a few minutes, but there is something I could really use a hand with tomorrow. If you’re available why don’t you swing by tomorrow afternoon and give me a hand.”

She didn’t and to seem too anxious but in the same sense she didn’t want him to think she wasn’t exactly thrilled shitless at the invite…weighing the statement out she answered quickly, “ Sure I have a few errands to do in the morning but after that I’m pretty freed up…so I’ll stop in after one sometime.”

Abby turned to walk away as she looked back over her shoulder and smiled then headed down the walkway and back over to her house as she watched an old classic 64 mustang convertible, fire engine red mint condition that had music rocking from it come barrel assign down the suburban street, and pull into his driveway.

Abby waited to see who stepped out of it and about fainted, it was the one and only Zoey Electra. She couldn’t believe her luck. She stood there star struck and watched as Zoey walked up to the front door and just opened it walking in and closing it behind her.

Doing the same Abby ran up the steps screaming for everyone to hear her yet there was nobody home to listen. She didn’t care she just had the best day of her life and tomorrow would even be better if it goes as planned. She could call friends but decided that wouldn’t be right they would just bombard his privacy and honestly she really didn’t want to ‘share’ him yet.

She made a list of errands she needed to run in the morning and things she needed to do around the house and then walked over to her closet and rummaged through her clothing trying to find something to wear for the next afternoon. She picked a red and black pleated very short old schoolgirl skirt and a white cropped tank top that would show off her stomach. Under that would be a matching red silk bra and panties and placed everything aside and decided her chunky platform black mary-jane heels with the skulls and spikes on the tips would match perfectly giving her a slight bas girl look.

X X X

Zoey loved her class mustang, she could remember buying it with her first few official real gig paychecks when they band started actually paying for performing. She put check after check into it having it fully restored to the original parts from top to bottom. She loved being behind the wheel as she drove along the highways with the music blaring and her dark glasses upon her face as her hair whipped around her face.

People recognized her and followed her and as always eventually she shook them from her ass with a fast unsuspected turn or some under ground parking lot or even in traffic, running a red light wasn’t anything new to her but she did make sure nothing was coming before doing so.

She loved her time alone with Marcus knowing a good chance of it would lead to sex but that wasn’t always the case. Over the years things just seemed to fall into place, Zoey never shared stories about hr conquests outside of Marcus and he didn’t share his either, and the band understood what was between them and respectfully they shut up as well and none caused trouble as the group matured together. It wasn’t always easy being the only female in the band, there were times they each tried to be top dog and when they realized that egos didn’t work they backed down and the band continued on working like a well oiled machine.

Zoey chuckled a bit remembering the first few times her and Marcus crawled in bed, he was naïve and she was experienced and he was even the older of the two. To her the sex turned out wonderful, she instructed and he did and as they carried on things changed and he grew more outspoken and took chances with her and they enjoyed whatever they had between them that came into mind. Being musicians they were creative beings to begin with so as they climbed the ladder to the top so did the sexual games and trysts. There were times they added an extra edge and then on the flip side there were times they just made love from morning to night or night till the start of dawn.

She just missed Abby as she pulled into the driveway and cut the engine to the stang and hopped out and walked up to the front door letting herself in as she closed it behind her. “Honey I’m home!” she called out hearing her voice echo and laughed. She spun around looking over the main room and raised a brow, she knew he was somewhere close by and turned walking into the kitchen and looked at him standing there rinsing off a plate. “Damn baby next you’ll be married with 2.5 rug rats running around and a family dog.”

Zoey walked over and wrapped her arms around him as he turned and faced her, she hugged around his waist and kissed him hard and then released him stepping back. “I’m actually impressed you have taste…but then again you have kept me as a fuck partner all these years so that says it all.” She grinned and laughed as she removed her leather jacket and placed it on the marble counter top.

[musicankane]

Marcus smiled when Zoey teased him about having a family. She knew that he wanted a family, he'd always wanted a wife and kids. The rockstar life was great, but he was getting older and he wanted a family. He wanted kids to share his love of music with and pass on his guitar talent. Several times during their spotty flings Marcus had brought this up with Zoey. Each time she had told him that he was a hopeless romantic, dodging around the hidden question of possibly marrying him and being together on a more permanent basis.

Zoey set her jacket on the counter and ran her finger lightly across the marble. He could tell she was thinking about his desire for a family. He had this feeling that she thought his little wish for a family was beneath him. He was a fucking rockstar, who wanted to settle down when you could literally fuck any girl in the crowd after every show. Marcus had made a few mistakes during the bands 20 years of touring, although he doubted it, he may have been a baby or two in a couple of ladies throughout the years.

Marcus opened his icebox and pulled out two bottles of beer. His twisted off the lids then handed Zoey one over the counter. "Well I'm enjoying the place so far. It's only about an hour old, so it remains to be seen how much lasting power it'll have. The neighborhood seems...nice." His mind pictured little Abby, the fan that appeared to be living next door. She was one sexy little package, Marcus didn't think he would be able to prevent himself from taking her for a test drive. Of course he kept that from Zoey, they didn't talk about each others other flings.

Zoey took a chugging sip from the beer, typically Zoey and absolutely adorable. Marcus eyed Zoey for a moment, for the first time realizing that they hadn't hooked up since the big 3000th show celebration a couple of years back. It was a huge show for the fans, were the band played a lot of older songs includin playin their entire first album start to finish in one big segue. Zoey had came to Marcus after the show suggesting that they do something else for old times sake.

In was incredible to Marcus that as busy and straining the past 20 years have been. Zoey looked just as beautiful as she had to him that day she had come to audition for the band. The guys had been amazed by her voice and her beauty. That also happened to be the night this amazing woman had made Marcus a man for real. She had been a goddess at 18, now she was something that far transended anything a goddess could ever hope to achieve.

She had let the black hair dye wash out of her dark brown hair. He had always thought black hair was sexy, but there was something to be said for her natural color. She let it hand to one side which gave her this...thoughtful playfullness. Deep down Marcus wished that Zoey would suddenly change her outlook on life and get her to marry him, make a family with him. Yet that just never seemed to be in Zoey's plans.

"What do you plan to do on the break Zoey?" He asked, taking a swig from his own beer.

[Sinful_whispers]

Zoey eyed the kitchen with a raised brow; she couldn’t believe Marcus was actually settling down with a house. Yes she could she knew what he wanted; he’s spoke about the family, kids and everything that went with it over the past years. She looked at him for a moment, really looked at him and realized that he wasn’t getting any younger and she understood why he was feeling the way he was. Age stands still for nobody and he was truly the hopeless romantic that she always called him. They could have had a serious thing years ago but Zoey never wanted anything to interfere with the band, she never wanted her to be the reason it ended or some shit like that.

Her dad was the guy that one day woke up, showered kissed his two girls good morning, told his wife he was going out for the proverbial smokes and never came back. She never understood that and that was something she always had fear of, growing close to another human being, getting attached and then one day left abandoned again, it was something she could never go through again. Once was enough to scar her for life and as she grew close to somebody she made sure she turned off all deep emotional feelings and placed them aside locked up so they would never be seen by anyone.

Marcus was the first and only man that ever came close to unleashing those deep pushed down feelings and each time she felt the lock coming undone she’d back away and place a wall up and he would just be a great sex partner and friend nothing more even if it killed her. Zoey would have walked away from the band before any sort of relationship formed which was why it had been a couple of long years since she had her thighs wrapped around Marcus’s face or her body entwined with his in the same bed. When sex began to turn into making love she knew then and there things needed to change between them and it had she turned off the sexual desire for him and as hard as it was she became his friend.

Zoey spent a lot of time with her younger sister and her family in the past years when they had any time off. She loved spending time with her nieces and nephews and having a ‘normal’ family about. Their father walking out on them never affected Rain like it did Zoey, they were complete polar opposites. Rain was the soccer mom type, PTA meetings, teacher, and all around happy little housewife where Zoey was always the wild child. Even with differences they always got along other than the normal sisterly arguments and at their age these days with their mother passing away they were really all each other had anymore so if Zoey clung to anyone she clung to her sister Rain.

Rain always said her and Marcus were meant to be, it was kismet they had met, tossed with fate and all that happy horseshit she tried to feed Zoey. All she wanted was Zoey to be happy and she knew one day that deep dark void might be filled in hopes it would be Marcus but it never came down to that. “Well I'm enjoying the place so far. It's only about an hour old, so it remains to be seen how much lasting power it'll have. The neighborhood seems...nice." Zoey quickly snapped from her thoughts and smiled at him pretending she heard what he said and nodded as she took the beer from his hand as it was offered.

She raised the bottle to her lips and took a swig letting the icy coolness slide down her throat in a single swallow. Beer stopped being appealing to her in the past year or so, she liked a nice bottle of red wine when she had time alone to herself to just relax and write lyrics in a notebook she carried with her till it was filled and then grabbed another and eventually looked through them creating a song that the band all helped re-work and kicked it out as a hit tune on the Billboard charts.

At her age she finally got rid of the black hair and left her natural brown grow in, it was the only place on her body other than her eye brown that she actually had ever left hair grow since she was a teenager. Body hair wasn’t appealing to her, on other men as long as they weren’t like a hairy ape she never minded that but then again she hadn’t been with a guy in over two years since she last spent the night with Marcus.

It wasn’t as if she felt like she was cheating on him, she honestly had no idea why none other appealed to her she grew more into her music, her voice and gave a rat’s ass about anything else other than the band. She wasn’t a fool, she knew that one day they would be old, their sound gone and they would be left behind as a classic band of days gone by as new up and coming took over and she wanted to ride the wave for as long as she could, stashing money away so she could invest in something when that day came and still live comfortably.

"What do you plan to do on the break Zoey?" He asked her as he took a swig of his beer and looked her over. Zoe smiled and took another sip as she spun about on the heels of her shoes and looked out into the livingroom pondering that question and wondered if she should tell him what her true plans really were. They had always been upfront and honest with each other, other than the sexual partners over the years but that didn’t count it was a silent pact between them, don’t know don’t tell.

Zoe stretched her arms in the air as her back curved like a wonderfully perfect crescent moon as she crossed her ankles and spun around turning to face him as her arms dropped down and she smiled. Her long wild mane moved across the side of her face covering it partially till she reached up and ran her long slender fingers through it pushing it back over the top of her head feeling it all fall to the one side again.

“Well, I’ve been checking this one café out the past couple nights while you have been playing happy house man and I’ve discovered three bands that remind me of us back in the day. This one group is all chicks Marcus and they really rock….the other two ain’t half bad and carry a great tune, though they need to write their own shit like the girls do…but god, I want to manage a band or two Marcus, I don’t want out of the business but fuck I ain’t getting any younger not that I’m old and shriveled up I still turn a head or two..” she laughed and smiled at him as her head tilted to the side and she leaned forth over the counter towards him resting her forearms upon it with the beer in both hands. Her rounded breasts still were firm as they spilled out from the low cut altered t-shirt, her ass still lifted up and was this heart-shaped rounded booty you wanted to smack every time you had the chance.

Zoe’s eyes sparkled, that twinkle was back within them as she spoke, she knew there would always be something missing from her life and one day maybe she would seriously find it but for now she wanted to make sure that she would always be set in the future, her mother worked two jobs to pay the bills, they ate the same crap day after day and never could afford new clothing always the hand-me-downs from wherever which wasn’t so bad when you rocked in a band you fit in, ripped jeans, boots and altered t-shirts cut to shreds. She still liked the dark eyes, black nails and certain little things that made her Zoey ‘Electra’ and not the girl from the other side of the tracks Zoey Morgan.

Zoey smiled again as she lifted the beer to her lips drinking it, “I was even called about doing a clothing line and I actually gave that some consideration… but tonight I thought I’d hang with my favorite guy and maybe sleep aside him in his bed for the first time in years.” Her eyes brows lifted and waggled about as she smirked rolling the bottle back and forth between her hands. “It’s been quite a while there stud think you could handle a night with the one and only…Zoey Electra?”

She laughed and pushed back off the counter top and walked around to him leaning in she placed her beer on the counter and then took his from his hand as she did the same with it as she rubbed the front of his crotch with her hand rubbing his softened length through his jeans as her head leaned in and her lips pressed against his as she kissed him aggressively with fire and passion.

[musicankane]

“Well, I’ve been checking this one café out the past couple nights while you have been playing happy house man and I’ve discovered three bands that remind me of us back in the day. This one group is all chicks Marcus and they really rock….the other two ain’t half bad and carry a great tune, though they need to write their own shit like the girls do…but god, I want to manage a band or two Marcus, I don’t want out of the business but fuck I ain’t getting any younger not that I’m old and shriveled up I still turn a head or two..”

Marcus interupted her. "Zoey you know goddamn well you're still a knock out, don't play that crap on me." He said, making a show of letting his eyes take it her fit perky little frame. He shrugged and took another sip of his beer. "The band managing thing could be interesting. Remember how how shit we gave our first manager?" He laughed thinking about it.

Their first manager had been Paul Weinstien a real prick. The guy was so money hunry that he damn near overworked the band to the point were they were playing shows six nights a week. Zoey thought it would be funny if they tortured the guy, so the band would show up late for gigs, egg the manager's car. They even did one show dressed in Barney costumes, which the crowd loved but it nearly gave Paul a brain hemorage. In the end the band got fed up with the constant push to play so many shows so they fired Paul and picked up the man behind their sucess Kevin Shirley. To this day Kevin still booked and managed the band's tours and studio time.

Marcus said, "Although I guess it could be good karma for you. Helping out a new band, getting new music out into the world. God knows the big labels as signing a lot of horrible shit these days. Musicianship is falling to the wayside while processed rap music becomes ever more popular."

“I was even called about doing a clothing line and I actually gave that some consideration… but tonight I thought I’d hang with my favorite guy and maybe sleep aside him in his bed for the first time in years.” Her eyes brows lifted and waggled about as she smirked rolling the bottle back and forth between her hands. “It’s been quite a while there stud think you could handle a night with the one and only…Zoey Electra?”

Marcus was in mid-sip when she said that which caused him to choke and cough. He wiped his mouth and looked up at her, his eyes wide. She bent over the counter, letting him get a good view of her cleavage as her breasts pressed gently onto the counter top. Zoey had wonderful tits, Marcus always thought, they weren't huge, but they were firm perky and sucked into his mouth like wonderful fleshy pillows.

"Zoey are you serious?" He gasped, "We haven't done that in, shit two and a half years?" It was hard for Marcus to remember exactly. His nights with Zoey were so incredible and mind orgasmic that sometimes it felt like each encounter with her made him skip through time.

Zoey smiled wider, in some ways he was still that little virgin boy she made a man so many years ago. She pushed off the counter top and walked around toward him. Marcus backed against the refridgerator like man being stalked by a predator. Zoey's eyes held only hints of what pleasures she could and would give him.

She took the bottle from his hands and set it on the counter. Her body pressed against his lightly as she leaned up to kiss him. Her touch was light as if she didn't want to overload his nerves yet. Her lips were a firey liquier that Marcus could drink from forever. He kissed her back with a built of passion and need that he hadn't been aware of building up inside of him for the past two years.

Her hand pressed against his crotch and he lost it. She knew him too well, knew exactly what buttons to push and when to push them. He could feel her palm rubbing him through his pants and his cock wasted to time in awakening with his lust.

He pushed Zoey back against the counter and scooped her up to sit her ass on the cool marble top. He pressed his crotch against her and kissed her deeper this time. His tongue probed between her lips, she gave him only playful resistance before letting her tongue mesh with his. His hand came up and cupped her breast through her top and he had to resist the urge to rip her top apart so he could get at her wonderful tits.

He felt her writhe her hips on the counter, grinding herself against him. He wanted her, he wanted to make her scream his name the way she used to. But not on the kitchen counter.

He broke the kissed and breathed against her lips. "Upstairs." Was all he said.

[Sinful_whispers]

"Zoey you know goddamn well you're still a knock out, don't play that crap on me." He said as he took another sip of his beer and looked her over as she smiled to him, he always knew what to say and when to say it, and he always encouraged her and had her back. She loved the man deeply for many years, he was the only one that ever believed in her and stood in her corner but was always afraid to let him in through that last door and into her heart.

"The band managing thing could be interesting. Remember how much shit we gave our first manager?" Asking her that made her smile and laugh as she thought back to those days of old gone by and the first time they actually could afford to hire a manager and signed their names on the ol’ dotted line not knowing what they would get in return for sure. There were so many fond memories over the years, there were downers as well but Zoey tried to forget about those, everybody had bad with the good and she loved the good better of course.

Paul Weinstein was a lecherous middle aged man that smelt horrible and Zoey could never understand how anyone respected him in the music world. He used to cop a feel of her whenever he had the chance and she never said nothing knowing it would cause the group trouble. Zoey felt her skin crawl thinking back over their time with him. There were a few times in there that they did shit to piss him off that made it all worth it in the end. The pleasure of firing him settled her within when she closed that chapter of their band book and opened the next with the man that took them where they were today one that she loved like a father, Kevin Shirley. He was a true manager and the best one the band could have ever got to represent them, and still to this day he manages them.

The all female band Zoey liked, she wanted to save them the bullshit like managers like Paul, no female or male for that fact needed to endure that fucked up shit, though it happens everywhere there’s always one that can make the difference and she knew she could. "Although I guess it could be good karma for you, helping out a new band, getting new music out into the world. God knows the big labels as signing a lot of horrible shit these days. Musicianship is falling to the wayside while processed rap music becomes ever more popular." This wasn’t the time where she would mention about maybe her own label to him, she wasn’t sure which direction she was going to go in but she knew she saved enough to do a couple big things with the rest of her life.

Zoey laughed when she heard Marcus choke and cough on a swallow of his beer when she mentioned about spending the night with her. A huge grin moved across her beautiful face as they got closer and her lips met his feeling his meat through his pants as she could feel him respond back to her touch immediately.

Zoey felt the counter against the middle her back and then his hands on her hips as he lifted her up and leaned in placing his lips to hers parting them as her tongue met his and danced as one, twisting, turning and rubbing pink muscles from one mouth to the other as Zoey moaned out to him. She ground her hips against his as she moaned into his mouth and then he broke the kiss and spoke one word and one word only as she felt his hands upon her breasts.

"Upstairs."

Zoey jumped down from the counter and laughed as she grabbed him by the hand, “I think you better lead since I have no idea where the hell the bedroom is in this house.” She kissed him again as she felt those old feelings come back within her again, knowing they never left over all these years.

[musicankane]

"I think you better lead since I have no idea where the hell the bedroom is in this house.” She told him, taking his hand.

"Well I have four and a half to choose from so take your..." He started, but Zoey gave him a glare that said to keep his jokes to himself. "Right the master bedroom is this way."

He led her up the stairs after making a quick check to make sure the front door was locked. There were three bedrooms on the second floor, the master bedroom laying at the end of the hall. He was happy that his decorator had talked him into getting that giant double-king-sized bed. In true rockstar fashion Marcus had to have a bed to fit at least eight people in it.

Not so he could have eight naked women in the bed beckoning him to join them.

But instead so he could imagine having eight naked women in the bed beckoning him to...well you know. Despite the bands success, Marcus had never gone quite as crazy with the groupy sex as either of the other members of the band. Marcus wasn't sure, but he thought that Zoey might even have a more active sex life than he had.

It had never been in Marcus's nature to have random sex. When he took a woman into bed, he often tried to find ways to get her to do things the way Zoey did. Marcus was madly in love with Zoey, although he had gotten good and burying his feelings deep down. Zoey had made it clear that they could never let themselves have those kind of feelings for each other.

To Marcus Zoey was a sex goddess, the perfect woman and the only one he had ever dreamed about. No one would ever match what he and Zoey had in bed, it pained him to know that he could never get that ring on her finger and make her his once and for all. He longed for the nights like what they were about to have to never end. He wanted to wake up in the morning and have Zoey sleeping against him, but he knew it wouldn't be.

In addition to the huge bed, Marcus had a large flat screen on the wall. Though upon thinking back to a crazy night with Zoey in a New York hotel, he worried that the TV would soon need replacing. There was a short hallway opposite the bed with a walk-in closet and a bathroom at the end. Again in typical rockstar status he had a special hot tub bath installed with fifteen jets. He had been looking forward to testing each and every jet.

The stage for his performance with Zoey tonight was set with large billowy pillows and a comforter big enough to smuggle tweleve midgets into mexico. Marcus remembered a time in Texas when he'd almost had to do that. Thankful Zoey hadn't been there that time.

Marcus and Zoey broke their kissing and Zoey took a long moment to survey the room. Marcus kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the bed. He crawled to the headboard and reached into a little cubby. He pulled out a condom wrapper, it was Trojan brand the only brand he and Zoey trusted, since that time back when they'd first started having sex and Zoey missed her period by four days.

He held up the condom so she could see the package and he grinned. "Still your favorite?" He asked with a grin. Thn he patted the matress, "Come on Zoey, let's break this baby in."

[Sinful_whispers]

"Well I have four and a half to choose from so take you’re... Right the master bedroom is this way." He said to her after she shot him one those evil eye glances and then she felt her hand being taken by his as he tugged her away from the counter and towards the livingroom through it only stopping to make sure the front door was locked and then up the steps not even to stop and give her the grand tour of his new house.

Zoe chuckled and just left him lead her along to the master bedroom. Opening the door all one could see was bed and more bed as she stepped into the room behind him and looked past him to the huge double king sized bed. Going big was what she expected from Marcus and he proved her right with the house and the bed. Zoey laughed and mumbled something about ‘what wife would want an orgy bed for her bed...?’

Looking around the bedroom she raised a brow and smirked as a few things brought back old memories of the days they spent in motel or hotel rooms some seedy others were rooms fit for only the best money could buy. The huge plasma on the wall made her smirk back to a time their sexual fun got so out of hand…lets just say they owed for a TV when the checked out of the hotel and it wasn’t a cheap hotel either but it created a memory that Zoey never forgot and one that made her smile a lot when thought about.

He turned and kissed her and Zoey had no qualms with pulling Marcus close and kissing him hard with passion, as one steamy kiss led to another and then another till Zoey was so worked up she could hardly keep her clothing on. If it wasn’t for it being Marcus, Zoey would have probably pushed the sexual feelings deep down within and not even let it affect her but with him there was just way to much history between them.

Zoey licked her lips as the kiss broke feeling his hand release hers as he walked towards the bed and kicked his shoes off then leaped for the bed landing on it as she watched the bedding puff out around him and laughed. She watched as he reached over his headboard and opens the drawer up and pulls something out. It wasn’t till he waved it about that she realized what it was and then he spoke out to her and all she could do was grin and nods.

"Still your favorite? Come on Zoey, and let’s break this baby in."

“You know it will always be my favorite and as far as breaking it in…I think we’re quite capable of that doncha’ think there Baby?” Zoey asked as she reached and grabbed the hem of her shirt and yanked it up baring her breasts to Marcus as she tugged it over her head. Her head went to the side and her hair fell like a curtain with it as she kicked her shoes off and then began to undo her jeans just watching him as she wiggled em from her hips.

Zoey jumped on one foot then the other as she pulled them from her feet leaving her standing there wearing only a simple pair of black panties and a grin that went from ear to ear. Zoe took a little run and dove over the footboard of the bed and landed aside him, she quickly crawled over him straddling Marcus’s groin area and rubbed her ass upon him as she smiled looking down on him.

“Either get em’ off or I swear I’ll chew through the damn clothing…” Zoe said as she leaned forth and bit his shoulder letting her bare breasts sway under her as her hard nips drug along his chest.

[musicankane]

Few things in the world excited Marcus as much as watching Zoey undress for him. Most of those things were no longer legal in thirty-two states. But the only other thing was the first show on a tour in which they were playing songs from a new album for the first time.

She gave him what could only be described as a Zoey smile and leaped over the baseboard to bounce onto the bed with him. Marcus beamed as Zoey perched herself on top of him, their crotches pressed together. For a moment he just looked up and enjoyed Zoey's breasts. He never understood how the years have never caught up with Zoey's wonderfully perky mounds. Marcus often wondered over the years if there were breasts exercises that she did to keep her looking like a eightteen year old.

Zoey leaned over and bit his shoulder hard enough to make him hiss. At the same time her wonderful nipples grazed his chest, something he could feel through his shirt and that alone was enough to have his cock throbbing to get inside of her.

“Either get em’ off or I swear I’ll chew through the damn clothing…” She warned.

Marcus chuckled as she leaned up so he could yank off his shirt. "Can I just see you try that?" He asked.

Zoey was never one to be patient when she wanted something, especially when it came to the bedroom, moved her hands to the fly on his jeans and nearly tore it apart. She lifted off Marcus and let him yank his pants and boxers down. With Zoey on him he couldn't reach his feet to pull the jeans away, but a bit of kicking left him naked underneath Zoey.

She gave him a smile that held a hint of triumpt in it, but Marcus didn't let he gloat too long. He reached up and hooked a hand around her neck and yanked her lips to his. They kissed with a firey passion, their tongues dancing together like partners with years of experience. His hands gently caressed her sides the way she liked. When his fingers brushed the sides of her breasts he felt her tremble and he knew the gentle tease of touch excited her more.

He blindly reached for the condom wrapper as they kissed. When he found it he slipped it into Zoey's hand, then moved his palms down to give her ass a squeeze, god so firm and wonderful. How did a woman become this perfect?

Marry me, Zoey!Marcus thought with all his strength. He wanted to wake up to this kind of passion everyday. He wanted to fall asleep in her arms every night only to wake with her still in his bed.

[Sinful_whispers]

Marcus leaned forth making it easier for Zoey to be able to yank his shirt off and as she did he looked to her and commented back to her statement about chewing his clothing off his body. "Can I just see you try that?" He asked. Zoey smirked and looked his bare chest over as she tugged the shirt up over his head and from his arms tossing it aside on the floor and then moved down a bit further on his legs as she leaned in and bit his nipple then sat back just looking to him for a few seconds.

She laughed as he went for his pants and with a little help from her they were undone letting him finish up taking them the rest of the way off as she shifted slightly left and right while he kicked them off making the bed move back and forth like an ocean wave under them. His cock sprung from his jeans as he removed then and anything under them and laid there under her naked.

Zoey felt his hand wrap around her long slender throat as he pulled her down for a hard fire driven kiss, one that Zoey enjoyed as every feeling they had between them came flooding back to her again. Her mouth opened and their tongues went back and forth within each others warm dark caverns, she pressed her mouth harder against his and released a soft moan.

She loved the way he gripped her hips slightly and his fingertips moved up along her sides causing Zoey to moan and when his palms and fingers caressed the swells of her breasts Zoey felt her cunt grow hot, she felt the twitch as she reached down and tugged the panties from her making the bed rock back and forth as she felt his hand on her beasts. She wanted the man under her like she never wanted any man ever. Zoey’s body arched up over him as her nipples drug his chest and then pressed back down against him as the kiss lingered a bit longer.

She felt his hand release her breast as she lightly whimpered to his mouth as she felt him push something into her hand. Zoey broke the kiss and looked at the condom and placed it aside, “Not needed right now baby” she said placing it aside as she slid down and felt the head of his cock slide between her tits as she opened her mouth and took the head within that warm mouth of hers and just began to suck on him like a starving cock sucker.

Her mouth wrapped the head as her tongue swirls it, flicking the tip with her tongue as her eyes looked to his. She tilted her head pushing her hair aside and left Marcus watch her as she slowly moved him in and back out till she was ready to take it all at one shot and woofed his cock down into her throat releasing a muffled sound. Her soft lips move down along his fully thick length as she nuzzled her nose into his pubic hair and just rubbed every inch of his cock with her tongue as she could as she lodged it in the depths of her tight velvety airway

[musicankane]

Marcus was a believer that a blowjob was only worth getting from a woman how truly enjoyed to suck cock, and Zoey took that joy to the extreme. She was the perfect woman, maybe even a super woman. Marcus watched with glee as Zoey set the condom aside and slid her body down his. He felt his cock caress up the length of her belly, between her breasts and beyond. Moments before Zoey’s tongue touched the tip of his shaft her eyes met his.

For a moment Marcus thought he saw more than Zoey’s normal sexual desire. Although that desire was there he could have sworn he saw more than that. The thought faded quickly when her lips took a hold of his mushroom tip.

He could feel her breath, the wetness of her mouth, the rough wonderful texture of her tongue all on his member. Then he was lost to the world, a wonderful world of pleasure. Pleasure like no one but Zoey could give him. She glanced up at him and took more of his cock into her mouth. She teased him, only taking a little more of him into her mouth at a time. Her spit began to trail down the length of his shaft making a delightfully tingly pool on his balls.

Zoey brushed her hair away from her face and gave Marcus a better view to watch her as she took more of his cock into her mouth. She gently works the first half of his cock in and out of her mouth, teasing him with pleasure but never fully taking him. She glanced at him and a hint of a smile sparkled from behind her eyes.

Marcus cried out as she woofed him into her throat out of nowhere. Her throat was like velvet around his tip. She held him there for an incredibly long time before she pulled back to breathe giving him a smile. Her spit dripped from her chin onto his crotch. Zoey had a way about her blowjobs, making them extra wet and slippery an effect that felt much better than a normal blowjob where the girl sucked down the spit. No Zoey let her wetness coat him which added to the feel f her tongue and cheeks rubbing on his shaft. No one gave head like Zoey.

Before Zoey bent back down to take his cock back into her mouth, Marcus sat up and kissed her. His hands pulled her back on top of him. Their bodies pressed wonderfully against each other, his hands running up and down her back. She had such perfect skin, soft and smooth.

He couldn’t wait anymore, he needed her, he needed to be inside of her. He wanted to feel her hips moving against him, hear her moaning his name in that special way she had. He just wanted her!

His hand grabbed for the condom and he patted the mattress for it. Once he had the plastic wrapper in his hand he tore it apart and sent the little protective rubber flying somewhere on the bed.

He broke the kiss and muttered, “Shit.” He kissed her again, holding her while he blindly tried to find the damn rubber.

[Sinful_whispers]

Zoey took him inch by inch into her mouth as she looked up to him, once buried in her throat her tongue took care of the base of the underside his shaft as her lips tightened and she sucked him off allowing her throat to give that full length massage to his cock, the same cock he’d had in every hole of her body more times than she could ever keep track of, that same cock Zoey missed when she and Marcus were apart and she needed that fuck fix.

Part of her disliked him for making her have feelings for him in every way imaginable, he ruined her for others, every time Zoey was riding a dick in her head she saw his face not her partners and there were a few times she almost said his name out of desire for him, but knew that would ruin any chance of her getting her rocks off on the guys cock.

Her hand gripped the base as she pulled her mouth up slurping and sucking the saliva coated thick organ, allowing her teeth to rake his shaft gently adding just a bit of a different sensation to the head job. She brought her fist up and down along his shaft smearing the dripping hot spit along the vein stricken pecker as her sucked the flared mushroom shaped cap letting him pop in and out of her mouth as her tongue swirled the head, dipping the tip in and out of the piss slit as her fist steadily slipped up and down the shaft. Zoey made sure Marcus hears every slurp and ‘pop’ of her lips and mouth from around his cockhead as she devoured him and enjoyed that meat once again.

Her free hand came up as she tilted her head and brushed her hair from her face again wanting him to see her lips wrapped about his dick, wanting him to see how it glistened with her saliva and to watch her suck him off fitting him down into her throat as she swallowed and left those wet velvet walls wrap around him and massage him again as her fingers twisted around the base massaging.

Zoey loved when she sucked cock and was watched doing it, hell she loved being watched doing anything sexually especially when she didn’t know. She closed her eyes for a moment and thought back when they were on the tour bus thinking the band was all out getting something to eat and she was fucking Marcus every way till Sunday an didn’t realize Gary was standing there in the doorway watching her fucking him till she looked in the mirror and made eye contact causing her to ram that meat into her faster…harder till they both came giving Gary a show. She could see his excitement from watching the two fucking and smirked knowing the show was enjoyed.

Pulling back she released his stiff prick from her mouth and allowed him to see how the spit bridge formed from tip to her lips and then that long pink soft muscles licked it away and then she left him feel the softness of her wet lips over the tip as she rubbed it back and forth moving it around her mouth enjoying how it felt as she jacked him in her wet slick fist.

Zoey curled her tongue and in that pink tunnel was a glob of her saliva that she smeared around the head and slurped it loudly before she twisted her mouth down his dick again enjoying how thick he was, allowing her tongue to caress the flesh feeling each vein that pressed against it. Zoey moved past the head about and inch and after that she tossed her head back and forth and hoofed him into her airway again and slurped upon his cock like she couldn’t get enough because that was the case, she couldn’t.

Pulling back her tongue danced along the underside of his cock, her mouth made love to the knob as she looked to him again. She watched as he sat up, his thighs widened as she could smell that scent, a manly scent of salt and a light sweat which made her cunt quiver. Before she sucked him back down into the depths of her throat he pulled her off him and Zoey let a soft whimper release from her lips as he kissed her.

She never had a chance to deep throat him again, instead he gripped her and as he laid back down he took her with him and felt her blanket over his body as the kiss continued. Zoey moaned to his mouth as his hands roamed her curvy body loving now his fingertips caused her this sexual sensation making her whole body tremble. She loved the feel of his fingers and thumb as it caressed her neck, breaking the kiss her head dropped back and she gasped a breath as her body pressed down against his. A soft whimper released from her lips as they parted slightly, “oh f-f-fuck-k-k-k…Baby.”

She felt his turgid meat pressing between her swollen wet cunt lips, her body moved against his and with each time she rocked her body forth the head of his cock would touch against her hard clit making her moan out or whimper to him as her head rolled about her shoulders. “Damn I have…have missed you and your cock,” she said as she slid back not knowing what he was doing till she heard the tearing open of the condom package.

Zoey knew if she kept the rocking up she would cum all over his cock but she didn’t want to stop, she slid back down feeling the thick base pressing against her dripping fuck hole, her swollen shaven cunt lips pared over the base as she grinded with a groan. She heard Marcus speak and stopped looking to him and then realized what happened as she just smirked and pulled herself up along his shaft her hole dragging it coating it with pussy juice, “fuck it…I need it….want it…” leaning down to him with her hands on both sides of his head she lifted her hips looking down to him as the tip kissed that honey hole of hers. “I’m taking it …now…so fuck me Baby…” she groaned and pushed her cunt down on his cock feeling the head slide in opening her tight hole up around its width.

She knew she’d feel tight around him; it had been way to long. Zoey arched her back and pushed up with her arms as she sank her pussy down and around his meat wrapping his cock up in a wet hot glove that fit perfect. Her head dropped back and her back arched harder as her mouth opened and Zoey cried out feeling the depth and a slight pain from his length within her. Her hips grinded hard, “God yes-s-s-s Marcus…” she whispered and snapped her head forth as her body lifted as she squeezed his dick within her cunt and just drug her lips along his length.

She watched as his hands moved trying to find the condom still and reached out wrapping her fingers around his wrists as she leaned over him placing them above the bed looking down as her tits swayed under her, nipples big and plump, a pink color surrounded by a light brown puckered flesh. “Fuck the damn rubber and fuck me baby…” she said.

Zoey and Marcus fucked so many times with and without in the past and nothing ever came from it, and Zoey preferred the feel of him bareback inside her, so to her she figured chances of her getting knocked up were slim with him.

“Just make me cum all over your cock Marcus, make me scream and claw that ass of yours as you ram me hard…” she said as she moaned and slammed her hips down and cried out. The night was young and they had just started, there was no way in fucking bloody hell she was going to only get boned from him just once, that was a laugh.

[musicankane]

Marcus sighed against Zoey’s lips, her weight on top of him was delightful. She felt so good and fit on top of him perfectly. They had been teased by the other guys in the band that they were perfect for each other if they would stop being so stubborn. Even Kevin Shirley had mistaken them for a married couple when he first met the band. Now that familiar feeling with Zoey was back within Marcus, as his hands trailed up her sides.

Her slippery wet slit pressed his cock against his belly. He could feel her lip nestling around his shaft, her wetness making him slippery. As they kissed Zoey rocked her hips on his cock, letting her lips caress the length of his shaft on coat him with her delightful wetness. She began to rock and moan against him, her hips pressing hard on his shaft.

Marcus knew she wanted him, and his fingers tried frantically to find where the fucking condom had gotten too. “fuck it…I need it….want it…” She gasped, her hands planting on the pillow on either side of his head. He felt her raise her hips up enough that his cock popped up. Her wet hole touched the tip of him and he pounded his fist on the bed trying to get the condom, but he still couldn’t find it.

“I’m taking it …now…so fuck me Baby…” she groaned and pushed her cunt down on his cock feeling the head slide in opening her tight hole up around its width. Marcus put his hands on her hips as she sank down onto his cock, her wet sleeve surrounding his cock wonderfully. It was like all those memories came rushing back to him, he was glad to feel that Zoey’s love tunnel still had that bend in it. When Zoey had sunk herself completely down on his shaft he could feel that lovely bend within her just below the mushroom head of his cock. He loved that bend, because it was in the perfect place to add just that extra bit of pleasure to the tip of him.

Marcus was unsure about actually fucking Zoey bareback. Although they had done it before, he knew Zoey preferred to be safer than sorry. He leaned his head up and tried to see if he could spot the condom on the bedspread.

Zoey make a grinding circle with her hips and the curve in her tunnel tickle his tip and both of them groaned in pleasure. “God yes-s-s-s Marcus…” Zoey moaned for him, sliding her hips up, her tight tunnel gripping his cock as it reluctantly let him slide from her.

Marcus thought he could use this chance to get the condom on, but Zoey gave him a frustrated grunt and grabbed his wrists. She glared t him as she forced his hands over his head. “Fuck the damn rubber and fuck me baby…” she said.

Marcus smiled, and pushed his hips upward forcing his cock back up into her body. She moaned and let his wrists go so she could put her hands on the bed for support. Marcus put his hands to her hips and began to pump himself up into her. “Just make me cum all over your cock Marcus, make me scream and claw that ass of yours as you ram me hard…” She moaned as she forced her hips down as he brought his up.

They found the same rhythm that they used to have. Zoey was so wet, his cock became slick with her savory love. He grunted as she pumped into her, he loved watching her breasts bounce as they pumped themselves together. Their moans filled the bedroom, the bed began to creak. Even as big as the bed was their motions still the bed squeaked. Marcus let his hands run over her ass, up her sides and up to her breasts. He put one hand on her ass, and the other hand behind her back. He pulled her on top of him, his cock pushing deep into her and her breasts coming right to his mouth.

Arching his mouth up he wrapped his lips over on of her nipples and sucked on her breast. His hand squeezing her ass and his hips slowing his thrusting into her lightly. His tongue lapped at her breast, his mouth working her wonderful mound.

When he pulled his mouth away, Zoey was looking into his eyes. They stared at each other for a long moment, their thrusting all but stopped in a magic moment between them. Marcus broke the silence by pressing his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth and claimed it. His tongue explored her while his cock throbbed inside of her.

Then Marcus rolled over with Zoey underneath him. He broke the kiss and smiled. “You don’t mind if I take over for a bit right?” He teased.

He began to trust into her. Slowly at first, savoring the feeling of his entire cock sliding in and out of her body. He kissed her again, his palms running up and down her sides as he slid wonderfully in and out of her. Picking up the pace with each thrust until his hips were slamming into her. He loved the wet sound they made together when their hips met, her body so welcoming to his cock, he never wanted to stop fucking her. He reached deep into her his tip bumping into her cervix as he got as deep as he could.

[Sinful_whispers]

Zoey tossed her head back as he felt him sink into her, stretching her cunt open to fit his prick, she opened her mouth and moaned out a soft 'yes-s-s-s-s-s' whispered out as the head slipped part that bend and filled her fully. She sat there for a minute or so just feeling his stiff meat inside her reveling in the feel of him again as they were about to fuck once more almost seeming like it never stopped over the past couple of years, every memory came flooding back to her again like a movie screen in her mind showing them over and over screwing their brains out on the course of their touring.

Her hips swirled upon his as her eyes closed and her head rolled upon her shoulders, she groaned hearing him do the same as she felt him touch every bit f her inside. She cried out to him letting him once again how good he felt inside her as she cared less if they were screwing bareback or not. Zoey knew the chances of her getting knocked up were very slim, and Marcus was the only man ever in her life that she would bareback with anyways.

she looked down on him as her hips pulled up and her cunt lips dragged along his thick shaft, Zoey gasped and gyrated her hips feeling the head of his cock just barely in her hole as she dropped down again and bit her lip and then repeated the pattern over and over driving him inside her fast and hard, she wanted his cock and Zoey was going to have it till she was sore and spent, she was making up for all the nights he entered her head making her need to get off by masturbating to images of him and their sexual escapades.

She listened as he grunted every so many thrust of his cock into her slopping wet hole, her scent filled his bedroom quickly as her breasts swayed back and forth over his face as she looked down to him and rammed herself on him piercing her pussy and filling it deep. "Fuck yea Marcus, m-m-m-m- just how I remember it feeling if not better..." she said knowing her pussy was tight from not having it in so long.

His hands slid down and upon her ass as she lowered her hips and swirled them in a circular motion milking his cock with her slick wet tunnel, she squeezed and released and then stopped and moved in the other direction as his one hand slid up her slender back and he lowered her down to him feeling his heated breaths upon her breasts and then his wet warm mouth over the one as he sucked upon her breast, his mouth pulling back till her nipple was caught between his teeth and lips as Zoey pulled up just enough to add a little tension and then released it as she felt his tongue slather around the tanned flesh then flicked her hard nipple as she tossed her head and her long dark mane flew with it and flowed down the other side of her face.

Zoey was starring down upon his handsome face, into his eyes as they stopped letting his cock rest within her as she smiled to him. Marcus leaned up and kissed Zoey hard and deep as her tongue rubbed against his as it slide within her warmth letting them tango together as she moaned into his mouth and squeezed his cock with her velveteen walls of pink wet flesh.

Marcus shifted his weight and rolled her over while still stuck inside her and looked down to her smiling as she was just at him, “You don’t mind if I take over for a bit right?” he asked, and of course Zoey wasn't going to argue, she liked when he took over and showed his aggressive side, a side that took her a long time to draw out of him. he was never abusive but he wasn't rough either which was something Zoey liked and taught to Marcus as time went on and their relationship deepened as lovers.

He laid over her blanketing he slender smaller form and began to pump and pound her cunt and Zoey gave back, her hips pushed and slammed into his as she whimpered and moaned, he quieted her down when he kissed her hard as his hands roamed her body. Zoey placed her hands over her head and grabbed for anything she could and gripped it and lifted her hips to him holding there giving him a different angle as his turgid meat slid into her and back out.

his cock sunk into her over and over and every possible way she could manage to move her hips a different way she would feeling his dick go even deeper into her pounding her cervix with the flared mushroom shaped cap. Zoey answered each thrust with one of her own feeling him bounce her between his body and the bed, she was loving the feeling as his cock stretched her cunt to the limit.

the thick knob plowed its way into her hot gripping love tunnel and made her shudder and cry out again and again as he took her how she wanted...how she loved. Zoey clamped her cunt around him like a second skin. "F-fuck Marcus....." she said not having a long wait before her body burned with fire and a need to cum.

She pushed her head back into the pillow and thrust her hips upwards and groaned out as she came, her whole body trembled in delight, she felt a pleasure that washed over her whole body from her crotch. She was speechless, and just let the waves of orgasmic bliss wash over her again and again and when she finally could muster a few words out she did as she looked into his eyes seeing the beads of sweat upon his forehead, "Cum Baby, cum in me Marcus...now baby... fill me up with cum..."

Zoey wrapped her legs around him lifted her hips and gave him yet another angle to fuck her by as she gasped feeling how deep he went once again, "cum Marcus, you wanna fill my pussy with hot cum...I know you do baby...do it!" Her legs were so tight there was no way he could have pulled back enough to get his cock out of her hole to not cum in her.

[musicankane]

It was happening again. They were kissing, almost constantly kissing moaning into each other’s mouths. Their bodies moving together as one, a gentle rising and fall of their hips, thrusting, grinding, feeling. Marcus became aware that together they were making love. Unlike their usual fling when they were both simply fucking, this was more than that. This was not the first time they had gone to bed to have sex and ended up making love.

Marcus loved it when they rolled around together as lovers, not just simple fuck buddies. He loved her and part of him knew that deep down Zoey was in love with him too. It was when they both let their guards down that they ended up as lovers. Marcus tried not to think about it too much, focusing himself on trying to feel every inch of her body.

He arched his thrusts , trying to get his cock to rub against the fabled g-spot. Marcus might be a good lover thanks to Zoey’s gentle education, but he still thought the g-spot was a myth. Despite that he was attentive to know that when he changed the angle of his thrusts his shaft would slide against her walls differently and even rub against her clit was he pumped in and out of her.

Zoey was getting close to her orgasm, Marcus knew. The way her lips worked against his, the change in her breathing and how wet she got around him. Marcus felt himself become so slick with her juices he was able to increase his thrusts without extra friction. His balls bump against her ass as he pushed deep into her.

"F-fuck Marcus....." She breathed against him, moving her hips try to get him deeper. He could feel the resistance of her cervix against the tip of his shaft. Marcus grinded himself against the door to her womb making her moan again, her arms clinging to him. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her body climax in a mind numb fashion.

Marcus looked into her eyes and tried to hold his own orgasm back as her body rippled up and down his shaft. His cock was being milked incredibly by her body, he tensed and gripped the sheets biting back his orgasm. Her legs were locked around his waist as she rode the wave of her pleasure. His breathing was heavy and he continued to thrust into her, though shorter strokes than before.

Zoey looked into his eyes and said, "Cum Baby, cum in me Marcus...now baby... fill me up with cum..."

Marcus’s eyes went wide as her words hit him. Marcus honestly couldn’t remember the last time Zoey let him cum inside of her. At least not without a condom. He had cum in her when she took his virginity but he never had done it since because they were both afraid of pregnancy.

Despite his surprise his cock heard everything with eager bliss and his balls tense up to release their torent of seed into her. He opened his mouth but Zoey interrupted any protest by moaning, "cum Marcus, you wanna fill my pussy with hot cum...I know you do baby...do it!" Marcus kissed her and pushed into her, his cock pressing deep into her.

“Zoey!” He moaned against her lips as the first blast of his seed pumped into her body. The thick hot cream splattered against her cervix and pooled against the door of her womb, slowly seeping inside. He shuddered on top of her, his weight pressed her into the mattress of the bed.

Finally it was over, the two lovers lay against each other as they both tried to calm down from their mutual euphoria. Marcus kissed lightly on Zoey’s shoulders while he tried to calm his heart down. He let his fingers trail over her belly and he simply lay there holding her for a long while.

“Well,” he said after a few minutes. “I’m starving, how about you and I go have a nice little dinner somewhere?” He asked kissing her shoulders again.

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Zoey’s words pushed Marcus over the edge as she could feel his hips slam into hers like a crashing wave as his lips were felt upon her own, his cock slide in deep and pressed against every nerve as she felt her body tense up under him as she moaned into his mouth.

He moaned out her name as she felt the hot seed unload into her depths, she held there, her body pushing up under him in retaliation as she moaned his name out, her lips brushing his, “m-m-m-m Marcus that’s it baby give...me...every drop…” she said in a soft voice.

He pushed her back into the bed as her whole body quivered under his and her mouth gasped open in that all familiar ‘O’ shape as she closed her eyes and pushed her head into the pillow and rode her orgasm out. Her hips rolled under his as she felt the head pressed into her womb, taking that chance of getting knocked up by him, but then again as she told herself before, it was something that was not likely to happen from what her gynecologist told her which was another reason she avoided a serious relationship with him.

Zoey couldn’t give him what he wanted and craved…a family. That was the one main reason she never took Marcus up on his offer for a serious relationship. When they were young, dumb and full of cum they were far from thinking of marriage and a family, when things seemed to slow down and they had the family talk she almost caved in, if it wasn’t for the information her doctor gave her Zoey would have married Marcus in a heartbeat.

She felt bad that she never told him why she never took that step, but she wanted him to have everything he always wanted out of life, he so deserved it. Since the first night she took his virginity, she felt deeply for him, even though they had other lovers they always returned to each other, it was if fate had played its hand and they were to walk through life as one.

Her mind was lost in so many directions, her body was shaking from the incredible orgasm he gave to her, she closed her eyes and felt the beat of his heart against her chest and how fast paced it was. His breaths were heated as they rolled across her shoulder, her hands caressed his back, and she had always loved the feel of him against her, just touching him.

They had many a nights with crazy wild sex and then the opposite which drew them closer together, they had a unique relationship. He had this way of making her feel completely content under him, around him, whatever, she just knew she could relax and be herself, she didn’t need to be wild rocker Zoe, and she was just Zoey.

“Well, I’m starving, how about you and I go have a nice little dinner somewhere?” He said with another kiss to her shoulder.

“I’m famished, there’s a small burger joint out the outskirts of town that make a mean ass kicking burger and fries and since I know you like the triple meat meal they have that as well, it’s a nice combination off the wall diner.” Zoey kissed his shoulder, his upper chest as she lay upon her till his cock grew limp and fell from her.

He rolled from her and she laid there looking t him as he got up, she followed and got dressed, “who’s driving?” She asked as she ran her fingers through her hair feeling that after glow effect from great sex. “If your driving and were taking my car, not sure you’ll be able to handle the power under her hood” she said with a laugh and a playful smirk as she tucked her shirt in her jeans.

[musicankane]

Marcus couldn't believe how much he loved this woman. A love that had been brewing for twenty years and despite his best efforts he could never truely have. Zoey seemed to want to be bandmates, fuckbuddies. or whatever, but never lovers. Marcus found that odd, and had a feeling that deep down Zoey kept coming back to have sex with him because somewhere deep down she wanted the same things that he did. The problem was something Marcus couldn't understand. Maybe Zoey was scared to let herself be loved, or who knows. Zoey Electra had always been a mystery to Marcus and in all the years he had known her and made love to her, there was still quite a bit that he felt he could never understand.

He smiled at her suggestion of the off the wall burger joint. "You know damn well I can't say know to a double bacon cheeseburger and chili cheese fries." He told her. "I guess it's a good thing we had sex first huh Zoey? I'm not very kissable after a triple meat attack."

Truthfully Marcus wasn't supposed to have triple meat attacks anymore. He was getting to that age were the doctor was telling him to cut back on the teenage binge eating. Every once in a while was ok and after all the calories he bured in bed with Zoey, he could have his triple meat attack. Inwardly he groaned knowing that the next few weeks would have to be a dieting struggle. Salads, and steamed veggies without the great taste of pork.The glamorous life of a rockstar.

They got out of bed and dressed quickly both antisipating the joy of a juicy burger. Marcus laughed on the inside, it was funny. Anyone who watches MTV has seen the show "Cribs" where celebrities show off their homes. Or really any show that centers around the stars talks about how they get private booths in the best resturants and eat the best food like veal, and anything that shits from France.

Yet for all their sucess, the members of Cacophony still perfered a good juicy burger with all kind of toppings, ranging from bacon to gaucamole. One time on tour in Las Vegas Marcus ordered a special burger from the hotal that cost 750 dollars. He could resist trying a burger that would cost him about 86 bucks a bite. the burger came topped with an array of veggies, lobster tail, 50 year old cheese, and a wine sauce that was suppposed to be the best wine on earth.

After having eaten a burger that expensive, Marcus would have enjoyed a three dollar In-And-Out burger better.

“If your driving and were taking my car, not sure you’ll be able to handle the power under her hood” Zoey teased, as she tucked her shirt into her pants.

Marcus give her an evil glare. "Oh ha, ha. Give me the damn keys and let a real man get behind the wheel of that thing."

Zoey looked around, as if trying to find a real man for a moment.

"Give me the keys!"

Zoey stuck her tongue out at him but tossed him the keys.

As they headed out to the car Marcus glanced around his new neighborhood. For the first time took a moment to really see the homes around his. Next door he noticed the curtains moving on the second floor. He narrowed his eyes and wondered if that Abby girl had been watching his house just for a glance at him or something. Living next to a fan like that could be trouble. Marcus made a mental note to get that girl settled into the idea of him being around.

He got into the drivers seat of Zoey's american muscle car. He fired up the engine and gave Zoey a glance. "Oh I think I can handle this girl just fine." He gave her a wink and whipped out of his driveway. Marcus drove a little too fast down the street, following Zoey's direction to the burger joint.

After a time Marcus was sitting in a seat with a double bacon cheeseburger and a pound of chilicheese fries sitting in front of him. "If this is hell, heaven must suck."

[Sinful_whispers]

"You know damn well I can't say know to a double bacon cheeseburger and chili cheese fries. I guess it's a good thing we had sex first huh Zoey? I'm not very kissable after a triple meat attack." He said to her as she did her pants up tugging slightly at her shirt making it a touch loser in fitting around the top of her pants.

She tossed her head a bit as her dark locks went flying to the one side and ran her fingers through it again as she laughed. “Actually babe it isn’t the kissing I’m worried about, it’s more the effect the chili has on you afterwards. I never did find the Dutch oven deals you used to pull on me very funny, sometimes that was just down right rank assed. I thought either I was going to die from lingering green toxic gas or I was praying I did.” Zoey said with a shit-eating grin on her face as she remembered the little pranks they played on one another.

One thing about the band was they never really pushed for living the high life and jet setted all over the word just for the fuck of it. Sure they took vacations but they didn’t lead the jet setting lifestyle of the rocking rich and famous. They still ate at local diners, dives and posh restaurants always giving back to the community they all came from. Zoey always gave to a certain charity from each check that was cut for a new album they placed, giving to children in need was a major thing with her and where she came from was never forgotten, she stayed down to earth over the years and found herself mellowing quickly but she never left on to it.

"Oh ha, ha. Give me the damn keys and let a real man get behind the wheel of that thing." Marcus said to her as he finished dressing

Zoe laughed and looked around the bedroom and smirked, “first show me a real man.”

"Give me the keys!" he said with a louder tone and a smirk.

She laughed again with a cocky grin and tossed him the keys sticking her tongue out and wiggling it about. “You better not wreck my girl or you’ll be paying for it for the rest of your life!” she said back and turned heading out of the room to the kitchen where she collected her jacket and slipping it on.

Zoey followed him out and passed him as he stood there locking the door and looking around from the front porch of his house. She had no idea what he was looking for and just shrugged it off and surveying the area. She walked down to the car and opened the passenger door getting in and closed it as she settled into the seat and waited for him.

She watched as he walked down the drive and got in, he cranked her over and the loud music blared from the stereo, she clicked the CD button and pulled out the CD of their band and put in one she had recorded of the all girl group she was telling him about. “Check these girls out, this is the group I’d love to manage…” the sound cranked from the stereo as he backed out of the driveway and into the street.

"Oh I think I can handle this girl just fine." He said to her as she smiled.

“I’m sure you say that about every girl you been in bed with…with the exception of me of course…” she laughed as the wind blew her hair about, she loved the freedom of the wind in her hair, she knew a small chunk of change was going to be dropped on a bike, she always wanted one and now she had the time to actually ride.

Zoey jammed to the tunes playing, her fingers tapped as she sang a few verses of each song in between giving him directions to the burger joint. He opened it up and drove fast, he was so much like her at times it was scary, the need for speed was something she always had, perhaps that was why she loved life in the fast lane.

They pulled in and entered the diner, a few of the younger crowd recognized them and hounded for autographs, they didn’t mind, they signed everything and anything over the years from flesh to whatever their fans tossed before them for an autograph. They had so many cell phone pictures taken as well, and never minded those either. It can be a rough life and you lose your privacy but the fans were why they were such a success.

The waitress came over and took their orders then returned again with their drinks as she took her jacket off and reached across the table taking his hands within her just touching them lazily with her fingertips and they looked into each others eyes. She pulled back when the food arrived and looked at his mound of chili fries and shook her head, “damn that’s either a gas bomb waiting to blow or a heart attack there baby…”

Zoey looked down at her plate, she ordered a veggie burger and eggplant fries with a side dish of ranch dressing. Looking over to him she smiled as she picked at her fries, “You get more handsome as you get older Marcus, age does you justice.”

[musicankane]

Cacophony was definately a successful band. Marcus, Zoey and the gang were famous almost everywhere in the world. Though they weren't Aerosmith famous, which Marcus always felt was a good thing because it allowed him to go out places and not be too horribly hounded by fans. The handful of people here and there were fine by him.

Of course it had to do with the type of music they played. Cacophony was a band that focused on talent and musicianship, something very much overlooked in the United States these days. However when the band went overseas they needed body guards. Marcus hated it sometimes because he felt that he could never get a good enjoyment out of a foreign city. Rome, Paris, London, these were places he had only seen in passing because the bands popularity in Europe and Japan made it difficult to go anywhere.

Thankfully in their homeland of good ol' U.S and A. they were realtively free of that. Part of Marcus wished things were the opposite. He would rather be famous in his homeland than other lands. But if that's the way the world worked, then so be it. As long as they were free to create the great music that they wanted to make it was all good with him.

Much like this stack of beef in front of him.

MArcus sneered at Zoey's comment about Dutch ovens. "I'd stop doing it if you stopped laughing...or gagging." He told her.

Marcus didn't let his food start to get cold. He dug into those fries like he had when he was eighteen and they'd been up all night jamming. After a moment he realized Zoey was only picking at her fries and looking at him. "What?" He asked. "Too fast?" His mouth was full of chili and cheese.

She smiled, “You get more handsome as you get older Marcus, age does you justice.”

Marcus swallowed and chuckled, he took a swig of his beer and set the glass down. "Now Zoey you already got me in the sack, you don't need to compliment me." He nodded, "But thank you. If I do say so myself, your beauty has never shown limits. Even time and travel cant touch the perfection that is you." He winked, giving her a corny smile.

As he continued to eat he found his mind wondering to the all-girl band she had played for him in the car. They certainly had a bit of talent, if they didn't let themselves be over-produced they might actually crack out some great albums. People were too quick to make girl bands sex symbols as apposed to letting them explore their flare of music without the nasty producer shit.

"You know Zoey," Marcus said after swallowing the last bite of his burger. He took a fry from his plate and stired the puddle of chili and cheese with it. "I think it would be a great idea for you to get that girl band going. I definately hear the talent they have, and it would be sad to let some corporate executive asshole get ahold of them." He looked up at her. "You should produce them, let them find their musical voice with you. Otherwise they'll get sexed up like every other girl band out their and the style of their music will get manipulated into some teenybopper bullshit."

He reached across the table and held out his fry to her. "Now eat a real fry for god's sake. Those eggplant things look like torture."

[Sinful_whispers]

Abby peered out her bedroom window watching as her new rock star neighbor left his house with some long dark haired beauty, it took her a few minutes till she realized who the woman was an screamed out. She was not only a fan of Marcus’s but the whole band in general, and Zoey Electra was one of the females that a lot of younger females wanted to be like. She was beautiful and wild, he voice was dynamic and she rocked in a down to earth personality from what all could tell in interviews.

Her heart raced in her chest, she was so pumped to meet him tomorrow, what girl wouldn’t want to be that close to Marcus? Abby slipped into a bathing suit and then went into the kitchen and made herself a sandwich, grabbed a soda and went out by the pool. She laid out on the lounge and her mind drifted away to thoughts of him, her heart fluttered as she looked over to his house.

Abby needed to stop getting her hopes up on anything; she was acting like a foolish schoolgirl, she saw him leave with Zoey and they were always seen together in public and events or just out and about over the years that she could remember. She placed the half eaten sandwich aside and pushed herself up and walked over to the edge of the pool where she took stance and dove in feeling the warmth of the water wash over her as she went under and then came back up and began to swim laps.

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"I'd stop doing it if you stopped laughing...or gagging." He commented.

Zoe knew better, that was the little kid in him playing about, something she loved to see from time to time that comes out in him.

"What?" Too fast? " he asked her with a disgusting mouth for of partially chewed chili fries.

Zoe laughed and reached over the table with her napkin and wiped the dripping mess from his chin as she smiled. “No, shovel away baby…shovel away.”

"Now Zoey you already got me in the sack, you don't need to compliment me. But thank you. If I do say so myself, your beauty has never shown limits. Even time and travel can’t touch the perfection that is you." Marcus said as he looked over across the table to her after taking a swig of his beer.

Zoey laughed and looked down; she curled her fingers around the glass of iced tea and took a sip as her cheeks flushed from embarrassment from his comment. “…and baby you can still fling those comments like the smooth talker you are and always have been. Sure I gotcha in the sack but can you tell me you didn’t want it after all this time?”

She took a bite of her veggie burger and placed it down on the plate; she waited till she was done the bite and spoke out, “you always make me smile and feel good about myself, thank you baby.”

“You know Zoey; I think it would be a great idea for you to get that girl band going. I definitely hear the talent they have, and it would be sad to let some corporate executive asshole get a hold of them. You should produce them; let them find their musical voice with you. Otherwise they'll get sexed up like every other girl band out their and the style of their music will get manipulated into some teenybopper bullshit." He said and pushed a french fry over in her direction as she leaned forth, opened her mouth and bit it right down to his fingertips. Her lip closed over his fingertips as she slowly pulled back and chewed it up eating it.

“I been giving something a lot of thought, and I think I’m going to give it a shot and …start my own record label for up and coming bands that need a shot like we did. That’s exactly why, I don’t want them falling into the wrong hands, doesn’t matter if their male, female or whatever they could be aliens for all I give a shit, we been there and if I can save a few other’s from the bullshit I really want to. I have a ten A.M. meeting tomorrow morning, so if you don’t mind keeping me for the night, I’d really love to share it with you and then leave from your place about nine….” She bit into one of her fries and smiled looking over at him.

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Marcus nodded. He had often thought about forming a record label himself, but everytime he pushed the idea away. When not on tour or recording Marcus liked to live fairly quietly. He was around loud snoud all the time and was almost always busy. So when the time came for him to have some actual free time, he liked to enjoy the break.

Zoey on the other hand never liked to settle down. She was always hard at work at one thing or another. Even when the band was on break she would show up with a songbook full of lyrics that she had been working on during the break. Creating her own record label would be perfect for her, it would provide her with the creative outlet she needed and also keep her just as busy as she liked.

"That's a great idea." Marcus said. "Just think about it this way too. You get a couple of good bands rolling and they can open for us on tours and we wont have to play three and a half hour shows anymore." He told her with a grin.

Truthfully the three hour shows Cacophony typically played were great. It gave the fans a real bang of their buck. Marcus felt that other band who only put out a 90 minute set and charged a hundred bucks a ticket were ripping their fans off. However as cool as playing long shows were, the bands age was starting to catch up to them and long shows were starting to wear them out. Or maybe it was just MArcus who felt that way. No one in the band ever complained about it.

They finished eating and this time Zoey drove back to Marcus's place. As fast as Marcus had driven, Zoey made him look like he was driving like a grandma. When they pulled into his driveway Marcus felt his spincter relax and he let out a breath he hadn't been aware he was holding. Zoey glanced over at him with a knowing smile.

Once inside Marcus cracked his neck and stretched his back. "I'm going to take a shower." He told her and gave her a wink. "Care to join me Zoey?" He started walking up stairs looking back at her with a teasing smile.

Marcus's words had been almost exactly the words Zoey had said to him all those fateful year ago when she took his virginity. What she had done to him in shower had only been a taste of what she would do to him in the bed still soaking wet.

[Sinful_whispers]

Zoey loved that they were so alike and yet so different in certain ways, she was always the go getter, not that he wasn’t but she had a hard time sitting still when they were on a break, where Marcus could sit and do nothing, she needed to stay busy. It wasn’t about making money, she just needed to do something, she hated being alone, didn’t want a permanent boyfriend outside of what her and Marcus had even though it wasn’t an everyday thing like it once was, she was partially content for the now.

"That's a great idea. Just think about it this way too. You get a couple of good bands rolling and they can open for us on tours and we won’t have to play three and a half hour shows anymore." Marcus said as he looked over to her.

“That’s actually one the best ideas I’ve ever heard from you,” she said with a smirk. “No, I really like the idea, the long shows never bothered me, but it’s a great way to get the new bands out there to be heard. I do like the way you think, and here I wasn’t even going to say anything to you, I figured you’d laugh in my face about me wanting to have a record label.” Zoey said as she ate the last of her eggplant fries.

“I have the cash flow to get it started; I don’t need a partner or investors. I’ve saved up quite a little nest egg over the past twenty years; I invested in some decent stocks and did well for myself. You know me, I was never one to really blow a lot of money on anything, and hell my tiny ass apartment shows that.”

Zoey pushed her plate away letting half of her burger sitting on it and smiled as she held her hand out for her keys. She smirked as he gave them up to her as her fingers slipped through the silver ring that held a few keys and the leather piece with her name on it she had gotten over fifteen years back. “Now lets get out of here…” she pushed his cash towards him and grabbed the check, left the payment and she tipped the waitress well and walked out with Marcus.

She jumped behind the wheel and turned her girl over, listening to the engine purr like a kitten as she back out, and sped off down the highway. She never looked over to him as she buried the needle along the coastal highway; she knew if she did he would most likely have a certain facial expression she didn’t wish to see.

Once they got closer into the residential areas, she backed off and slowed it down, she made a sharp turn and pulled up in his driveway and cut the engine and then looked over to him with the biggest impish grin ever. “You can breathe now baby...” she aid and laughed as they got out of the car and headed into the house.

"I'm going to take a shower. Care to join me Zoey?" He asked her as he headed up the steps to the second floor, after stretching and cracking his neck and back sending a shiver up her spine as it always did. She laughed and a grin moved over her face as she kicked the shoes off and dropped the jacket and followed him up the steps as she stripped.

By the time they reached the bedroom she was fully naked and following him in through the bedroom door. “No need to ask me twice.” She said as she walked around and then stopped as she looked down lifting her foot up and then peeled the unused condom from her sole as she laughed.

“Well I found the missing rubber..” she dangled it and shot it like a rubber band across the room towards him as she walked into the bathroom first and turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up and then stepped in.

[musicankane]

Marcus ducked the flying condom and spun to see it stick at a wall. He reached out and peeled the rubber off the wall. "That's nasty." He said. Holding up the rubber for her to see. He waggled it then tossed it into a wastebasket just inside the bathroom.

Marcus's master bathroom was wonderfully designed. Then entire range of countertops were made of a beautiful marble. Include the tile in the shower, which also had golden shower heads and knobs. The floor was a artificial plastic tile that matched the marble of the countertops, the fake tile was to prevent the floor from being dangerously slick when stepping out of the bath or shower, as marble gets extremely slick when wet. The shower itself was separate from the bathtub, which like any rockerstar's house had jets built into it to make it a makeshift spa. The shower being separate from the tub allowed it to be much larger than a conventional shower and wuld allow two or even three people to take a shower in comfort. Hence why there were two shower heads.

Zoey stripped quickly once the shower water was hot enough for her and stepped into the shower. Marcus undressed and stood in the bathroom for a long while, just watching her. She was an amazing woman, so free, and beautiful. He watched the way the water ran down her skin, and the way she trailed her fingers through her hair making sure it got throughly wet.

Then Marcus stepped in and she smiled at him. A smile that he could die for. He stepped behind her, and let his hands rest on her hips. He simply held her for a while, letting the water hit them both, and enjoying her body against his. He reached out and grabbed a washcloth, using a mounted dispenser on the wall he put soap on it and began to lather up Zoey's stomach. His hands didn't really move to wash her, he just took his time and caressed her skin with the soft cloth. After her front was done, he took a step back and worked on those hard to reach areas of her back, paying close attention to her ass.

The only thing missing was a little R&B music playing softly in the background. He stepped back against her, letting her soapy back press against him and he kissed her neck. "How do you feel?" He asked her, his voice soft in her ear.