Marcus and I haven't seen much of each other recently. With my new internship at the design firm and his job at the bar, most of our conversations happen in the doorway of our apartment with our shoes on. It felt like weeks since we had actually touched each other, and my body was starting to feel it. Our twenties were supposed to be fun and sexy, but with all the new demands of the adult world added on top of senior year responsibilities, it was difficult to find time to do the things I wanted.
My day had been long at work. It felt like every time I finished a task, someone would run by my desk and assign me another one. "Hey Kat, sorry to add to the pile," they'd say, or, "You're doing me a solid with this one!" I wasn't getting paid nearly enough for the hours of photo editing, emailing, and tweaking I was doing.
"God, I just need to get fucked!" I say to myself as I stare into the mirror in the company bathroom.
"Girl, I feel you," I hear from one of the stalls. My coworker Melody walks out and starts washing her hands.
I give her a sheepish look; I didn't think anyone else was in here with me.
"I've been single since Labor Day... of last year." She dries her hands with a paper towel and flicks it into the trash before turning back to the mirror to study her perfect brows.
"Yeah, well I have a boyfriend and even I'm not getting any." I sigh and try to flatten down my flyaways.
"Damn, guess it's been dry for all of us! Just wait 'til you get to my age, honey. Thirty-nine ain't so far away." Melody laughs and saunters out of the bathroom.
I sigh in the emptiness. Just then my phone chimes; it's Marcus.
U have plans tonight?
I smile at the screen as hope fills me up like a drag from a cigarette,
Nope! Let's go out :).
I wait anxiously as the three dots appear. I know he's already my boyfriend, but lately it's felt like I'm back in high school and we only have a five-minute passing period to see each other.
I get off work early tonight. How's 6?
I grin and shoot back a quick heart before rushing back out to work.
I spend the better part of an hour picking out a fall outfit, wanting to ensure I look hot; can't let Marcus forget why he started dating me. I settle on something showy but subtle -- a beige turtleneck sweater tucked into a high waisted, pomegranate colored wool skirt that hugs my ass. For the cold, I decided on thick knit grey tights that show off my thighs and a pair of leather boots to tie it all together. I give myself a wry grin as I put my chestnut hair up into a bun. Marcus loves the nape of my neck, loves to nuzzle and bite it when he's fucking me from the back.
I glance at the clock and grab my purse, realizing I'm almost late.
On my way,
I text Marcus.
We said we'd meet each other downtown on Cedar Street, Marcus works at the bar there so he must already be waiting. The brisk November air chills my nose and fingers. I pass families and couples out on the street, everyone dressed up in coats and sweaters. Under the post clock is Marcus in his wool-lined brown leather jacket and his green knit cap. He's taller than me -- five eleven. He hasn't shaved in a couple of days, and his stubble dusts the masculine angles of his face. He's looking around and holding his phone in his hand. My own phone vibrates,
where r u?
"Here," I say as I wrap my arms around his waist and nuzzle his back. His smell is so familiar; the smell of leather from his jacket mixing with scent of dry leaves, and cigarettes from the bar.
"Hey Kat," he says warmly, and turns to envelope me in a hug. His strong arms surround me, one of them falling to find my butt and give it a squeeze. He must be as horny as I am. "I've missed you." He nearly moans the words as he gives me a deep kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine. The heat of his mouth contrasts sharply with the chill of the air on my cheeks.
Just before our kiss lasts an inappropriate amount of time -- we are in public after all -- I pull back and smile at him.
"I've missed you too... We never see each other."
