The Note Said: Call Me Pt 1

“Touch it, baby.” I looked down at his cock, and was amazed to see my hand moving toward him, but as my fingers grazed the head of his cock, I pulled back. I just couldn’t do this, could I? No.
*****
I rolled over, groaning at the intrusive noise. Damn it – where is that phone?
The ringing had woken me from a sound sleep. I didn’t even have to look at the screen, the custom ringtone told me it was Marley. Marley Kay Gypsum* (*Names Changed), the singer in our band, my fellow songwriter, the unrequited love of my life, the girl who I’d spent the past two years of my life chasing. Chasing, but never catching, only to be placed firmly and bluntly in the dreaded “Friend Zone”
None of that mattered. It was Marley, of course I was going to answer it, and, of course, I was going to do whatever it was she asked me… because… you never know. I mean, I know I was never going to get any pussy from her, but every single time she called, I’d come running… because… you never know.
She was going a mile-a-minute from the moment I answered, and I wasn’t anywhere close to awake yet.
“OhMyGod, Taz!! YouHaveToComeOver I JustHAVEtoSeeHim He’sSoPerfect”
I had to get a word in edgewise… “Wait, wait… MARLEY!!” “Yeah?” “What do you WANT?”
I could actually hear her take a deep breath. “Can you come over and rehearse?”
“What?? Now? “
“Yeah, he’s out working on his car and I need to meet him.”
“Wait.. what? You want me to come over and rehearse at…” what time WAS it?? “Jesus! 7am!! So you can meet a GUY?”
She went right back into mile-a-minute mode: “Yeah, he was mowing, and now he’s working on his car and …” Jesus. This would never end. “Okay.. OKAY… I’ll...