We held hands on the park bench as we watched the parade of bundled up humans whisk past us.  It was too cold to be siting outside, but we needed the air even if it hurt our lungs.

“His new girlfriend keeps hitting on me.”

“She’s hot.”

“Sure, but she just wants to eat my pussy. It feels like she’s trying to pay rent by going down on me.”

I kissed her cheek, because that’s what I do when I’m not sure what to say. A couple walked by us laughing and talking, and we followed them with our eyes until they turned a corner and vanished.

“I wonder what their problems are?” I asked for no good reason.

“Same as ours. I mean, not about the pussy, just in general. No one knows how to be happy.”

“They looked happy.”

“Just wait till they’re home and they have nothing left to say.”

“Maybe you should let her get you off every morning. After bringing you coffee in bed.”

“The laughing girl?”

“The new girlfriend. What’s her name.”

“All I really want is for her to hold me down and force me to make HER come with my mouth. But she’s too insecure and doesn’t know that I’d rather be told what to do than have to pretend she’s pleasing me.”

We huddled together on the bench as it got darker out, our fingers hiding in my pocket for warmth until we finally stood up and headed back to the bar. There was only so much cold we could handle.

“I like telling you what to do.”

“Good. I don’t like making decisions in winter.”

“Let’s go drink more wine and I’ll finger you under the table. Then later you can call me when she’s buried between your thighs and I’ll tell you exactly what I want to hear.”

“I guess that would make it better.”

“Life is so hard.”

Guy New York