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."
"I know. But we're here now." He gives me one more soft kiss and gazes at me with his green eyes. "What do you want to do? Are you hungry?"
"Surprisingly, not yet," I say, then I whisper in his ear, "unless you count a hunger for some skin."
Marcus's laugh rumbles deep in his chest. "Why don't we walk around for a bit then." He tosses an arm around my shoulders and we start making our way down the brick street.
Cedar street is a nice shopping district; we pass by shops with their windows all lit up. With Halloween over and Thanksgiving coming up, the street is decorated in that in-between phase; some shops had Christmas lights up already while others still had paper leaves strewn in the window displays.
We decide to go inside a boutique. Marcus wanders past the menswear while I finger the fabrics of coats on a rack. The two girls behind the counter, a blonde and a girl with a nose ring, give us a brief hello when we walk in, but quickly go back to their conversation.
I wander over to some sweaters on a standing rack. Marcus comes up behind me and reaches his hand up my skirt to give my ass a squeeze.
"You look so sexy tonight," he whispers in my ear before giving it a nibble. "I love the way you pick the best outfits to show off all of your curves..."
I smirk as he slides his other arm around me to run his fingers up my tights, letting out a sigh when he touches my pussy through the fabric. I can feel his hips against my butt, and something hardening under his jeans. My hand finds its way to his zipper.
An older woman walks in and the two shopgirls look up to greet her. The blond one glances over at us, but the rack of sweaters blocks her view of anything from the shoulders down. Lucky me. I give her a smile as I slide my hand into Marcus's pants and start massaging his member. His breathing quickens.
I turn around, bringing my lips to his and giving him another deep kiss. He moans against my mouth and continues to rub his fingers on my clit.
"She's gonna see us..." I say as I suppress a laugh, glancing over at the older woman who is slowly making her way over to our section. I retract my hand from his pants and smooth my skirt down as I casually move to a shelf with jewelry on it. A pair of green droplet earrings catch my eye. "These are pretty," I say in a cool tone. "And it's my birth stone."
"What's that?" Marcus says, trying to recover. "Oh right, peridot."
I hold the earrings up to his face. "They match your eyes," I say, and lean in to give him another kiss.
