“Hey Mickey, how are you?”
“Hey Carl. What’s up? Merry Christmas,”
Yeah, sure. Same to you. How about a shot? It’s so fucking cold out there. It’s the coldest Christmas Eve I remember in forever.”
“Sure. I’ll pour two, and we can celebrate together.”
Mickey poured our drinks. We clinked our glasses and downed the liquid warmth. I had him pour another for me. Maybe Forgetsville was at the bottom of this one.
“How’s business been?” I asked. “It seems like everyone is downtown. No one thinks about the little guy anymore. Bastards.”
“Yeah. It’s been good enough to pay the light bill. What are you doing for the holidays?”
“Same as the last four years. Not a fucking thing. I stopped at Fritz’s and bought enough liquid warmth so I can turn the heat off. I have an entire week to stay drunk and gorge myself on microwave meals. I should be fine by January third.”
“Carl, that’s not very good for you. I know you’re still pissed about her dumping all the bills on you and the divorce by certified mail. But damn, buddy. Come by here. I’ll have the grill on, lunch is on me.”
“I can’t sponge off you. Besides, I have plenty of money. Being an accountant is a good gig, and at least the bitch didn’t get the money she wanted. How about a beer?”
We sat there listening for the ghosts of Christmas or any apparition from the bottom of the beer bottle. The front door opened and closed a couple of times. Other revelers joined me at the bar. Two grunts and an ‘erm’ were enough verbal celebration.
“Dumb question, but are you ready for another? Carl, are you driving?”
“Yeah, you know I only live a mile from here. The bitch didn’t get the house. I push the button, the garage door opens, I push it again, turn off the engine, and I’m in bed for the night. I don’t even have to leave the car. Another one, please.”
After an hour, the intruders left. Another peaceful setting for a reindeer roast. As I finished my fourth beer, another aggravation came in. I looked, and it was some broad dressed for summer with her tits hanging out.
“Missy. I feel sorry for you, babe,” Mickey said, “but this ain’t the Salvation Army. You already owe me thirty bucks for beer and food.”
“Mickey, fix her up, on me,” I told him. “This is no night to be out in the freezing weather. You’re new around here, ain’t ya?”
“Kinda,” she said. “Nobody wants a date tonight, and I’m freezing. Not many guys want to date a freezing half-nude woman with some mileage on her face. Who are you?”
“I’m the ghost of every fucking Christmas you’ve hated. I’m Crappy Christmas Carl. I guess your name is Missy.”
“Yes. I don’t know how to thank you, Crappy Carl. Well, yeah, I can repay you.” Her eyes started to tear.
“No, you don’t have to do that. I don’t know why you have to do this, but I’m sorry. Life sucks most of the time.”
“Missy, Carl is a good guy,” Mickey said. “He was fucked over by his ex. It’s that simple. He wouldn’t take advantage of your situation.”
“Missy, you got a place to stay tonight, don’t ya?” I asked.
“If I earn enough. And so far, the last two nights, I have amassed a great fortune of zero dollars and zero cents. If Mickey lets me, I’ll stay here then – hell, I don’t know.”
Mickey had been listening while he put together a burger and fries for Missy. She tore into it like she hadn’t eaten in a week. Mickey looked at me with a helpless expression.
I downed the rest of my beer, asked for another, and motioned my head for him to give Missy another beer. When he set the beer in front of her, she stopped eating and looked at me. Her sorrowful smile said, ‘thank you’.
“Carl, you’ve got that look in your eye,” Mickey said to me. “She would have to be working again to get money for another room. What then?”
“Fuck I don’t know. I don’t know anything anymore, Mickey. I hate Christmas.”
The door opened, and some asshole who was already half drunk came in. He sat at the bar and ordered a beer. Carl served him. He was drinking his beer when he looked at me. I turned away from him.
Asshole ordered another beer. He sat there staring into the mirror behind the bar. That’s when he noticed Missy.
“Hey, bitch. Why ain’t you working your corner tonight? Legs frozen together?”
“Carl – Carl, keep your cool,” Mickey said. “Don’t do anything you may–oh shit!”
I got up, grabbed the guy by the coat, and headed for the front door. He was fussing and cussing the entire time. When I turned him loose to open the front door, he took a swing at me. Perfect!
When I hit him, his eyes rolled back into his head, and he ended up in the gutter. I checked he was still breathing, so I left him there. I returned to my seat at the bar. Mickey already had a cold beer waiting for me.
Missy had stopped eating and just stared in disbelief. She looked at me, then at Mickey. Mickey gave her another beer and a few more French fries.
“Thank you, Carl.” She started to tear up.
“Forget it. I was looking for something or someone to take out my love of Christmas.”
“Carl, my real name is Catherine – Cathy. I just wanted to tell you. It wasn’t important.”
“Sure, it’s important, Cathy. You ARE a person. You’re just a little down on your luck. I’m glad to meet you, Cathy.”
“I’m glad to meet you, too, Carl. No one has ever stood up for me before. I don’t know how to.”
“Never mind. That’s what – that’s what friends are for. Now finish your burger before it gets any colder.”
“I did finish it.” Her smile was so soft.
“Carl, do you…”
“Oh God, yes!”
Mickey gave me an odd look. “You’re a good man, Carl.” He left to get my beer.
It was an hour before Mickey would close. Mickey had a wife, and tomorrow their two sons would be over to celebrate. This bar put both of them through college. He was so proud of them. The lucky bastard.
Well, the house had been my pride and joy and my Christmas party for the past four years. I didn’t need anyone any fuckin’ way. I raised my bottle for another beer and motioned to give Cathy another.
“Carl? Carl. Where is she going to stay at twelve-thirty when I close?” He walked away.
“Mis–I mean, Cathy, where ARE you sleeping tonight? No bullshit, where are you sleeping? It’s fucking freezing out there and now, look. It’s snowing. Talk to me.”
“I don’t know, Carl. I have nowhere to go.” She was losing it. “The bitch that pimps me says no money, no bed. I’ll empty my purse; I’ll strip naked. You can search everything and everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I have fucking nothing.” She started crying uncontrollably.
“Here. You are going to need this. See me later.” Mickey put a large bag on the counter. “Now, get outta here, both of you. I’m closing early. I wanna go home. Get out!” His smile belied his voice.
We finished our beer. I helped Cathy put on her thin coat, then I covered her with mine. We walked to my car, and I held the door for her. The short drive to my house was quiet except for Cathy’s sobbing.
This time, when the garage door closed, I had to get out. I helped Cathy out of the car and opened the door to the house. She looked at me, and I motioned for her to go inside. She looked around almost in awe, and believe me, my house was not ostentatious.
I helped her with the coats and hung them on the coat tree. I turned to go to the kitchen, but she was standing there, motionless. Our eyes met, and something gave me the chills.
“Can I buy ya a beer, sir?” Cathy said with a warm smile.
“Yeah, sure, why not?” I smiled back. “You’ll have to excuse the house, erm, I haven’t had time to finish decorating,” I lied.
“I think it fits us,” she whispered.
“Listen, Cathy,” I stuttered, “erm – a – you can stay as long as – erm – it’s up to you. But don’t think you have to do anything for it. I make a good salary, and I can feed us until you find a job other than your current profession,” I couldn’t look her in the eye. She was giving me long-lost feelings.
“Carl, I think – forget it. You’ll think I’m nuts.” Her voice was sad.
“What, tell me. Tell me, Cathy, please.” I was hoping she was having the same feelings.
“I think I’m – I’m falling in love with you. Not because you’re taking me in, but…”
I grabbed her shoulders and looked into her eyes.
“Cathy, I’m getting to know you. I know where you’ve been, but those days are over. I am in love with you.” I wrapped her in my arms, and we kissed deeply.
“Ah – do -ahem – Cathy, do you want to shower. It will help you warm up. I think I have some sweats that will fit you. They may be a bit baggy.” it was my best offer.
“If we shower together, we will warm up together, then I won’t need the sweats until later.” She blushed.
Cathy began to remove her clothes; my cock was getting harder. Without thinking, I started to undress. When we were naked, we embraced and began kissing and fondling each other.
My cock found its way between her legs. Her pussy was so wet that she began riding my cock. Having her tits crushed against my chest and her warm pussy lips sliding up and down my cock, I thought I was going to cum. She stopped just in time.
“Should I start the shower? Do you like it warm or hot, Carl?” she purred.
“It’s already hot as hell in here. Make it comfortable for yourself.” My voice was shaking.
When she was ready, Cathy took my hand, and we went into the shower. I took the washcloth and lathered it. Cathy cooed when I ran the cloth up and down her back.
When I rubbed her ass cheeks with the cloth, she pushed them back against my hand.
She grinned as she took the cloth from my hands. She lathered it and began washing my chest. After a while, she lathered the cloth again and had me turn around. She rubbed my back with the cloth and then my ass cheeks.
“Mmm, those are so nice. I’m enjoying this,” she cooed.
Then she reached around and “washed” my balls. My mind was melting into her world of desire. She started to wash my hard cock. She whispered in my ear, “Do you mind?” My legs were going limp.
I was holding Cathy as she used the soap to wash her hair. She looked so sexy with her wet hair. She smiled at me and raised her leg. Without thinking, I put my arm under it to support her. Then she did the same with the other leg.
“Put it in me, Carl. I want to feel you in me,” Cathy purred.
I lowered her onto my cock. Cathy closed her eyes and mewed as my cock filled her pussy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and slowly rode my aching cock. Cathy moaned with delight as my cock slid in and out of her.
I bent over and began to suck her tit. When I nipped her nipples, Cathy yelped and slammed down harder on my cock. I had her ass cheeks in my hands. I freed on just enough for my finger to tease her ass hole.
Cathy cooed, “Yes, yes, I like that, do that to me.” She started rocking on my cock.
Cathy inhaled sharply, then slowly let out a low groan. Her pussy was squirting my balls with her cum. Her hot breath on my neck, her whimpering resounding in my ears, and her warm cum soaking my cock and balls were too much for me to take.
My cock exploded deep in her pussy. Stream after stream of cum shot inside her, and Cathy encouraged my cock by moaning with desire and riding up and down on it.
My hips were slamming my cock into her. She was dropping down on me, sucking my cock with her pussy as she rose for the next slam.
When our lips met, our tongues explored each other’s looking for the sensual spot. I had to let her down; I was weak from cumming. She looked up at me, water cascading down her supple body. Her eyes searched mine.
“I love you, Carl. You’re magnificent, you have stolen my heart. I will make you proud of me, I promise, you’ll see.”
I turned off the water.
