May 17, 2005

“I gotta pee,” I said, apologetically.

“Me too,” she said softly, kissing me.

We were naked in her car, holding each other in the night somewhere on the edge of nowhere. Our eyes were glazed with desire and our breath rugged. And my bladder was about to explode. We went to meet some wonderful friends of hers in Cambridge who gave us too much coffee and wine. Their apartment smelled like cat’s ass and candles.

She opened the car door and we got out in our bare feet. The night was cold and silent, and the chilly wind rubbed itself against my exposed hips. We stepped away from each other and trembled with cold, lust, and fear. I aimed my erection towards the darkness, and my body shook with relief. This time, I had no problem peeing with a hard-on. I looked at her and smiled.

At that moment we were two wonderfully naked creatures peeing in the dark, connected by primordial urges. The night smelled sweet, and something inside me seemed to melt in tenderness. When we were done, I wrapped her in my naked arms to shield her from the cold. She drove me home sleepily and we kissed goodnight.

This morning I still had leaves in my socks.