Janie woke up to the freeze frame of Times Square, as she retrieved her remote control from her hip. She had not really wanted to see the new year come in because it reminded her of him, and they could not share it. It was still last year where he was now in the world.
For a few more minutes.
She pulled up the strap of her slip, and her fingers got caught in the torn lace. The Times Square freeze frame disappeared in a flash from the screen as she turned it off, and sighed. Running her hand through her hair, she picked up her phone. Janie could pretend she was not looking for a message from him, but that would not be true.
And he might be asleep, like she had fallen asleep.
There were messages from friends she was close with, and some she has not talked to since last year when they messaged her Happy New Year.
Janie felt the strap of her slip fall off of her shoulders, and she let it. She took the other one down herself, and let her breasts free. Leaning up against the wall, she pulled her slip up over her hips and drove her finger straight up into her.
Tight and wet was the sensation that she felt, and relief at her shoulders. But her finger was not like his. His were thick and work-worn, because he used his hands a lot for work. Rolling her head against the wall, she was soothed by the thudding as she kept at it. With both hands now—one in her and one caressing her clit—Janie saw a flash of light like lightning when she came, so hard that she lost her breath and felt vertiginous for a moment.
It was then, more awaited than the ball in Times Square that she saw his name flash across her screen.
Her phone put on a display for celebration, behind his message.
Happy New Year, thinking of you.
Typing with her fingers covered with her own come, she answered:
Thinking about you too…
And she had been thinking about him very hard…
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times square photo via f dot leonora
