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It was a foggy, crisp Fall morning. The sun was starting to rise over the trees when I walked to my car for my last shift before vacation. It was technically Thanksgiving break, but I had no one to celebrate with this year. I didn’t want to think about being alone for the holiday, so I was going to treat myself to a staycation: Chinese food, face masks, and Christmas movies!

I just needed to get through one more shift at the bakery before they closed for the holiday week.

My route into work was usually quick, but there was construction on Main St, so I was stuck on windy back roads for an extra few minutes.

I rounded a bend, saw a flash of lights, a horn and…nothing.

“Ma’am, can you hear me? Ma’am? Are you okay?”

I groaned, the voice was faint but growing louder.

“Are you hurting anywhere?” I felt two fingers press against my skin to get her pulse.

“Seatbelt,” I said. It was tight against my body, pinning me uncomfortably to the chair.

“It’s stuck, but let me cut it out. Stay still,” the voice said. I felt a light tug, then instant relief. I gasped for air and opened my eyes.

The head of the voice poked back into the car. He was handsome, a bigger guy but clearly fit. He was covered in tattoos, which surprised me for some reason. He was holding a sterile pad and had poured something onto it.

“Your head is bleeding a little, give me one second and then we can get you out of here.” He reached towards my forehead and dabbed the sterile pad above my eye.

I winced, the liquid stung as it hit a gash. He took a dry pad and taped it to my forehead. “Okay, we’re ready to get you out. Can you sit up?”

I nodded, and pushed myself up slightly. He moved to give me space to swing my legs out, his arm ready to catch me if I lost balance.

I got out of the car shakily, but didn’t need much help. He led me over to the ambulance to a stretcher. “Protocol - you have to come back to the hospital with us because you were unconscious.” He helped me sit and lay back down on the stretcher before loading me into the back. Before I was inside, I caught a glimpse of the rest of the scene.

Lots of police cars, two other ambulances. A pick up truck was on its side, not too far from my car.

“What happened? Is the other driver okay?”

“I’m not sure, ma’am, my only responsibility is to take care of you right now.”

He closed the doors and hit the partition to let the driver know they could leave.

“Okay,” he said, turning to me. “What’s your name?”

“Gina, what’s yours?”

He paused and smiled. “Bryan. People don’t usually ask me that,” he said.

He asked more questions before hooking me up to machines to check my heart rate and oxygen.

“It looks like you just have a concussion. Might need some stitches for that cut, too,” he said. “You’re really lucky.”

“Is there anyone you can call? There will probably be a wait since your injuries aren’t serious.”

I shook my head. “No, I…I’m not from here. I don’t have anyone.”

He looked at me, but I couldn’t read his expression. “You’re my last patient today, why don’t I stay with you. You’ll need a ride home…my car is parked around back.”

We spent the next few hours waiting for doctors to check on me, but emergency after emergency rolled in. He was sweet. He’d offered to call my boss to let her know what happened.

We talked about his family, he asked why I didn’t have anyone to call. I told him I’d just moved to the area a few weeks ago, I was estranged from my family, and my friends all lived in different time zones. I couldn’t afford to go anywhere for Thanksgiving, so staycation it was!

He admitted that he was alone this year, too. He had to work, which his mom was mad about.

The doctor finally checked on me, and I was cleared to leave around 1pm. We’d been at the hospital for 6 hours.

We got in his car and I gave him directions back to my small, 1 bedroom cottage. He offered to walk me to my door.

“Shit, I don’t have keys…” I realized they must be with my car. I only had my phone and wallet on me.

“My bedroom window is unlocked. It’s around back.” I pointed towards the fenced in backyard.

“Give me a minute,” he said. He jumped the fence with ease, and a few moments later, he was unlocking the front door from inside.

“It was locked, but, I have my ways,” he winked.

“That’s not creepy at all,” I teased.

He lingered by the front door, unsure if he should leave or stay. “You want a drink?” I asked, solidifying his decision. He shrugged, closed the door and followed me into the kitchen.

I poured him a glass of lemonade, and pulled out some cookies I’d baked yesterday. We sat down and kept talking. Our conversation was endless, as if I’d known him for years.

“Hey, you wouldn’t want to order in an early dinner, would you?” I asked when my stomach growled and I realized it was nearly 4pm. I hadn’t eaten since before I left this morning around 5am.

“Yeah, I’d love to!” We decided to order a pizza, but it would take more than 45 minutes to arrive.

We moved over to my living room and sat next to each other on the cozy couch. We picked out a movie to watch, and I grabbed a blanket.

I stretched my legs in front of me onto the ottoman, and leaned over so my head was on his shoulder. I could see him smile out of the corner of my eyes. His legs shifted, and his feet barely touched mine.

I wasn’t focused on the movie at all. All day, I had been trying to ignore how handsome he was. How caring. How his eyes twinkled, his lips always ready to laugh and smile. His tattoos were beautifully done. I was admiring when we’d sat across from each other in the kitchen. He’d changed out of his uniform into gym shorts and a tank top, so his tattooed arms were on full display.

“Hey, you’re not gunna fall asleep, right? Concussion patients aren’t supposed to…” I laughed, shaking my head.

“Is that the only reason you stayed?” I asked. I picked my head up and looked at him, teasing him by crossing my arms and fake pouting. “You just wanted to make sure I wouldn’t fall asleep?”

“No, that’s not why I stayed. I…” he looked at me, his face as serious as it had been when I first saw him this morning. He was staring into my eyes, and I saw something else in them.

He reached up and brushed some hair away from the cut on my forehead. His fingers lingered on my cheek before tucking hair behind my ear. I leaned into his touch, our faces getting closer to each other.

I closed my eyes and could feel his breath on my lips. We met for a kiss. I reached up and combed my fingers through his hair as we continued to make out, slowly getting more intense.

One of his hands was tangled in my hair, the other had reached around my waist and was pulling my closer to him. I shifted so I could straddle him, barely losing contact as we moved. I could feel his dick getting harder through his shorts, and felt my pussy tingle as I lightly grinded him through our pants.

His hands were under my shirt. They caressed my waist and back before swiftly unhooking my bra. I slipped the straps off and threw it away from the couch. He pushed my shirt up to expose my 36C breasts.

He gently massaged them in his hands as I continued to grind on top of him, breathing heavily and starting to moan from his touch. He pressed down on my hard nipples, then took each of them in his mouth, sucking them and raking them with his teeth, driving me insane. “Oh, Bryan!” I gasped. I could feel how wet my panties were getting.

He pushed me off his lap so I was pinned underneath him on the couch. He kissed me, then my neck, stopping to nibble my ear on the way. I pulled his shirt off before he continued kissing down my body. He pulled my shorts off, leaving my panties on.

He lightly caressed the lips of my pussy through my panties, where a dark wet spot had appeared. He leaned down and kissed the wet spot. His hot breath through the fabric was almost enough to make me climax.

He slowly pulled my panties off and tossed them aside. He kissed my inner left leg slowly from my knee almost all the way to my lips before he stopped.

He looped one arm around my leg so his thumb was resting near my clit. He started to play with it, watching me with pleasure as my hips arched upwards. He took his other hand and slowly inserted two fingers into me. I was moaning, grinding desperately under his touch, so turned on by his slow teasing movements. He fingered me for a minute before he started eating me out. He devoured my pussy and all the wetness that was pouring out of it. I had my first orgasm of the night… and the doorbell rang.

I covered my mouth, I had been moaning loudly. He looked up in surprise. Duh, the food we’d ordered had arrived.

“Leave it at the door,” he yelled. We waited a moment, heard a car door slam, and Bryan went to the door to grab the food. He tossed it onto the kitchen table and came back over to me. He was still hard, I was still naked. Without saying a word, he climbed on top of me and started kissing me again.

I melted into his body as if nothing had interrupted us. I reached under his pants and grabbed at his ass. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. I pushed his pants down by his ankles, and he kicked them off. I grabbed his already hard dick in my hands and felt it grow even harder. I started giving him a handjob before I pushed him off of me. I wanted a taste.

I slid off the couch onto my knees and positioned myself between his legs. I kissed the tip of his dick and one of my hands continued to give him a light hand job. His head fell back as I took his dick into my mouth. I didn’t push it in all the way, but swirled my tongue around his tip. I sucked up his salty precum before taking more of him into my mouth. I moaned slightly when he started to push his hips up, driving himself deeper into my mouth, but didn’t stop him. He was moaning, and grabbed my hair, bobbing my head up and down on his rigid dick.

He guided my mouth off his dick and he pulled me up from my knees. He kissed me and pulled me on top of him before I could wipe my mouth. I reached down and guided his dick between my legs, which were straddling him. I lowered myself onto him. I was so tight, it had been ages since I’d been with a man. I started to ride him more rhythmically. His hands drifted from my hips to my butt and breasts. His mouth kissed my lips, nibbled at my ears and neck, sucked my tits. I was close to finishing again, and he could tell.

He lifted me off of him, and pushed me onto my stomach on the couch. He knelt behind me and slid inside my soaking wet pussy again. He started to fuck me hard and deep. He pulled me up by my hair, and reached around to grab at my breasts. I propped myself up with one arm and started to rub my clit with my other. We climaxed at the same time. He let go of my hair, his other hand still grabbing my breast. We collapsed onto the couch, his dick still throbbing inside of me, pushing out his hot cum deep into my pussy.

He pulled out and got off of me. I rolled over and sat up, watching him pull his shorts back on. He tossed me my shirt, pants and underwear.

“You could…stay over… if you want. We still have to eat, anyway,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t decline.

“You know, I do have the next 3 days off. I wouldn’t mind staying and keeping you company,” he replied.

He grabbed the pizza box, still shirtless, and came back over to the couch where I was pulling on my shirt and underwear but left my pants off.

We ate, finished the movie, and I showed him my room. It was cold, he’d forgotten to close the window when he broke in earlier.

We snuggled under the blankets and he reminded me that I couldn’t sleep tonight.

I looked up at him and grinned. “Guess you need to figure out a way to keep me awake…”