I pulled into the parking lot, anxious and ready to be home again sulking in my bed. Marinating in my own sadness and seasonal depression. Holidays were more often lonely than not with no family to celebrate with. And that awkward phase between Christmas and New Years was the same. I think for most people it’s just a weird time. Like we all miss that time off to just recharge like we had growing up in school. More of a time for friends than family in that week or so.

Which brings me to this weirdly empty parking lot, clinging desperately to the fumes of holiday cheer. Micah suggested we on the train ride to see the lights. He normally goes to smoke this time of year with a few other guys we are friends with in a back cart, since nobody ever comes after Christmas to see the lights, especially not with kids.

I saw him pull in a few minutes later, parking right next to me. I mean so close I thought I might have to go out of my passenger side door. He was dressed in black joggers, a plain white shirt with a black Nike swoosh, and black and white Jordan 1’s with a fresh fade. He smelled so good when he leaned in for a hug, I almost asked what it was.

I followed him as he paid for us and led me to the end of the train. True to his word, we were the only people riding it as we took off. It was chillier than I had expected it to be, and he must have noticed I was just wishing I brought my coat.

“Want to come lean in?” He extended his arm with a sly grin. “You know, for warmth?” He added after I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Oh, I was hoping you were asking me to lean in for a kiss.” I joked back at him as I slid in against his body.

I turned my head slightly and looked up at him just in time for him to say, “I’ve been waiting for you to say something like that for so long.” As he kissed me. I froze for a second, shocked at what was happening. I hadn’t been serious but now that he was kissing me, I didn’t want him to stop. He started to pull away as I leaned into his kiss. Grabbing his face and pulling him back into me.

It started gentle. A few light kisses. A slip of the tongue, a bite of the lip. His hands made their way up my shirt, playing with my tits as I began to get frantically worked up. I pulled back from him and unbuttoned my pants, he immediately began sliding his hand down my belly and into my panties. Circling my clit, making sure to get my nice and wet for him. As if I wasn’t already.

He slipped his two fingers down my lips and into my eagerly waiting body. I moaned into his mouth and he worked that sweet spot inside of me over and over until I was practically breaking his skin with my nails on his back and cumming on his fingers.

“That’s a good girl.” He said as he pulled his hand out and stuck his fingers into my mouth. I looked him in his eyes as I sucked the taste of me off of him.

“I think the ride is over.” I replied breathlessly to him.

Micah just grinned at me and said “The ride hasn’t even started yet babes.”

He was awfully handsy walking back to our cars. The parking lot still empty, we laughed and kissed until I was at my drivers side door. The two of us standing between my SUV and his truck, he looked at me seriously for a heartbeat.

“ I’m sorry if that wasn’t what you wanted. Thinking about it now, you were probably just joking and I feel kinda weird about it.”

“Don’t. If I didn’t want to, I would have stopped you and you know that about me. I would have fucked you on that train I was so lost in how good I was feeling with you.”

“Fuck, I love hearing that. We still could.”

His blue eyes darkened as he stepped closer to me. He kissed me, quick and dropped down to the ground. I thought he was going to tie his shoe but he unfastened my pants. He pulled my panties down with them, midway on my thighs, as he leaned in and kissed my clit. He ran his tongue across me, pushing my legs apart further by shaking his head back and forth.

I leaned back against my car. I let myself moan and enjoy it and just not give a fuck if anybody pulled in at this point. He continued to lick, kiss and suck my pussy as his fingers once again found that sweet sweet spot. I came over and over until I begged him to fuck me. Begged to feel him stretch me with the best part of himself.

He looked up at me and smiled, wiping his mouth off. He tugged on my pants.

“Take these off.” He commanded.

I did. I kicked my shoes right off, feeling a bit silly in my knee high red socks. He cupped my ass and picked me up. Apparently he had pulled himself out of his jeans because as my ass was letting my brain know it was cold from my car door, my pussy let me know it was being pushed into and stretched open by Micah. He pushed into me and immediately paused.

“This isn’t going to last long. You’re on the pill right?”

“Right.” I lied through my fucking teeth.

I’m not sure what possessed me to do that but I did.

“Good.” Micah said in a voice dripping with desire.

He pushed into me and it became very clear very fast that he was using my body in a way that felt good to him with no regard as to how I was liking it. Although, the continuous sounds of my moans certainly encouraged the behavior. He pumped into me, fast and hard as if afraid I might suddenly tell him to stop and he wanted to be as deep in me as he could as many times as he could before I did.

It felt fucking amazing. Again, true to his word, it did not take long before his breath became ragged and I felt him pumping his hot, thick cum into me.

We were like that for a breath, him deep in me, holding me up against the car before he started to laugh as he said “Merry Fucking Christmas”