Living It Up

Central Park

"You can't really believe for one second that we are not going to get caught."

"Laura, I swear to you, we are not going to get caught."

We are currently walking slowly around the park trying to find a bench. Taylor thought that a cold as fuck day in December would be the perfect time to cross another number off of her list.

"Taylor, we are at Central Park in broad daylight, someone is going to notice two lesbian's fucking on a park bench." She is trying her best not to laugh at my statement.

"Laura, calm down." Taylor puts her arms around my waist and draws me in closer to her.

"I will not calm down. Your pussy is not the one that is going to be plastered all over People Magazine tomorrow if there happens to be a photographer lurking around the corner." I get the fact that I sound a bit dramatic, but fuck I really didn't think all of this through when I agreed to these escapades.

"By the way, I am glad that you find this fucking funny." She finally gives in to her laughter. She is trying really hard to reign it in, but I am guessing due to the look that is painted all over my face, she is finding it quite hard to do.

"I'm sorry. You are right it is not funny." She chuckles through the entirety of her statement.

"Then stop fucking laughing." I say seriously but still maintaining a somewhat playful tone.

We walk around for about 15 minutes longer before we stop at a park bench located near a bunch of trees. I am pretty sure that it is probably tucked away under this area because it is broken, but I don't care. At least I won't be front page news tomorrow.

"So how do you want to do this?" I look at Taylor with an annoyed look.

"How about you just fuck me and we can go home. My tits are about to freeze off." I watch as she shakes her head and then lays the warm blanket nicely across the oversized bench.

"Stop being all dramatic and come here." I walk up to her slowly and stick out my bottom lip for added effects.

Usually Taylor is the one that offers up all of the theatrics and the protests, but today it is my turn.

"I love you." She simply says as her arms hook around my neck.

"I guess I love you too." I say with a huff as she slowly leans up to connect our lips.

Her skin is so soft and warm as it presses against my frigid cold self. I cannot stand to be cold, but having her pressed against me in the way she is right now, is already making all of this worth it. She continues to kiss me, even after I feel her guide me back to the bench. When the back of my knees hit the edge I sit down, bringing Taylor down with me.

She pulls away with a huge smile and then settles herself in a straddling positon on my lap. She moves back in, capturing my lips for a second time. I moan into her kiss, making her smile against my now heated skin.

"Taylor." I gasp out her name when she starts to let her fingers roam down my side. When she gets to the edge of my hoodie, she slips her hands underneath and rakes her fingernails down my stomach.

"Does that feel good baby?" I nod my head as she slips her tongue into my mouth.

She tastes and licks around the confines of my mouth, sending a rush of heat straight down to my core. I move my hands to her lower back and caress the trace amounts of skin that is exposed there.

She is torturing me right now, and she knows it. Her hands have stalled on my hips, resting there.

"Fuck." I gasp out as my lovely girlfriend smiles against my lips and pulls away.