Autumn in New York

By Marc Rollins


Tannia. I first met her at work. I worked at a pizza parler in New York, near my apartment. I won’t give the address or the name, but it was a popular place for the kids to hang out. We both worked in the back, making pizza, cutting pizza, and all of those other little tasks people like us did. The first day I was there she trained me, showing me the ropes. She was about 5 foot tall; give or take, i never really asked, just guessing. She had the longest jet black hair i had ever seen, although she kept it tied back, for health code reasons. Her skin as tan, and she was beautiful. She said she was Puerto Rican, so I guess that was the reason she had those deep black eyes.

She always rolled her pant legs up to her knees to keep the bottom of her pants from getting wet. At first I really didn’t know what to think of her; pretty yes, but what was she really like? She blew me away. I don’t know why, but I was really quite taken with her. Most girls always seemed to flirt a lot with me, but she really didn’t, she really had me wondering about her. We had the usual co-worker conversations; asking about hobbies, family life, etc.

Often I had fantasized about her, her slender tan body, and her beautiful soft face. I thought about her small, soft, but strong hands wrapping around my throbbing uncircumszed member. And although I really had the hots for her I could never do what I did with the other girls; just coming out and asking them how they felt, if they wanted to go steady, and most importantly: if they wanted to fuck.

So I worked by her side, day after day, suppressing my urges to just come out and ask her. Until finally one day i couldn’t stand it any more! “Tannia,” I asked her “I have a question to ask ya.”
“Well what the fuck are you waiting for? Ask already.”
“Have you ever thought about me, as more then just a friend?”
“Sure I have, but I can’t get caught up in that shit. I’m going to school, so i can start my career.” she answered, spoken like a true business woman.
“No, that’s cool, I can understand… That’s really important to some people.” I sighed, dejectedly.
“Don’t worry about it, I’m not shooting you down. I just have my priorities in a different order then you.” she tried to comfort me.
“Well, do me a favor, and roll it around a bit in your head.”
“I will, but I’m not promising anything.” she said, trying to restore my confidence, without getting my hopes up. “Now let’s get back to work, these fucking piazzas won’t make themselves.”

We didn’t have any conversations about what we talked about, for a few weeks. Until finally one day she told me, “I have been thinking about what you told me.”
“What do you mean?” I asked her, half knowing what she was really going to say.
“About being more then just friends.” she said, refreshing my memory.
“Oh yea?” I said, a large grin spreading across my face.
“Well I thought about it, and I decided that I’d really like to spend more time with you, more time then just here at work.” she said, starting to become a bit bashful.
“I’m sure glad to here it, Tannia.