A Blue Christmas

Here's a little something to spice up your holidays. Hope you enjoy!

A Blue Christmas

 I shivered as I walked out of the bone chilling December air into the warmth of my apartment building lobby.  I got on the elevator and headed to my floor. I walked inside and not a bit of Christmas cheer was to be found in my apartment except for a small Charlie Brownesque Christmas tree that my coworkers had given me as a gag gift the year prior. I placed my groceries in the refrigerator I was cooking Christmas dinner Mrs. Franklin and myself the following evening. Mrs. Franklin an elderly woman who lived on the second floor of my building.

It felt nothing like Christmas Eve in my world. I poured myself a glass of red wine and sighed. The parking lot in my apartment complex was nearly deserted most normal people were out and about with their families spreading good tidings. I wasn't exactly a Scrooge but I wasn't exactly excited about Christmas either. This was just my life my parents had been dead for five years now and I wasn’t close to my extended family. So basically this is how I spent my holiday season. I heated up a frozen lasagna in the oven and wrapped up in a blanket on the couch. It was barely 10° outside and to make matter worse the wind felt like it was cutting right through you. I definitely didn’t plan on going out anymore that night or the next day.

I decided to work on a pitch that was due a little after the New Year’s. I had recently started my own marketing firm after quitting my job of four years. It had taken a huge leap of faith but I felt it would be worth it in the long run. I was getting in my zone on the project until my concentration was broken by my neighbor’s loud sound system. It was making the pictures on my walls shake and rattle. I smacked my lips I guess this asshole thought that the complex was deserted so he could blast his music.

I put on my noise canceling headphones but the walls were still rattling. I jumped up from my desk because I’d had enough. I hated inconsiderate people and this jerk obviously was one of them. I stomped out into the hallway to investigate which apartment the music was coming from. I determined it was coming from the apartment right above mine. I took the stairs up to the eighth floor and listened for the music and sure enough it was coming from apartment 811.

I banged rapidly on the door. “I’m coming, I’m coming. Who is it?” “It’s Reagan from downstairs.” The door flung open and there he stood shirtless. I’d seen him around the building before but never up close and I didn’t even know his name. He was about six feet evening, brown skin, pretty dark brown eyes, curly hair, and nice lips. He had a nice built not too skinny, not too bulky just right. His appearance took me by surprise and caught me off guard. “Ummm how can I help you Reagan?” He said as he learned against the doorframe. “Uhhhhh Can you please turn your music down? I’m trying to get some work done and it’s really, really disturbing me.” “No problem you got it. I’m Damien by the way” “Nice to meet you Damien. Thanks again for turning the music down.” “No problem and Merry Christmas.” I responded in kind as I departed.

 I headed back down to my apartment and put on my workout clothes. My concentration was shot so I might as well get a quick workout in. I had been heavy into my Insanity workouts recently. By the time Shaun T's sadistic in shape ass was finished with me I laid in the floor for twenty minutes reconsidering my life. Once I finally regained my strength I got up guzzled down a protein shake and headed towards the shower. I put on some sweatpants, a tank top, and some socks. I stared out of my patio window and looked as the snow fell peacefully onto the city below.

            I turned on the television and tuned into “It’s A Wonderful Life” it was still one of my Christmas favorites. I felt a slight tinge of sadness. Mostly everyone I knew either had a boo to spend the holidays with or had a family. And here I sat with neither. My boyfriend Owen and I had broken up about a year and a half ago. I wanted something more serious and Owen still was content with playing the field. And if I didn’t know anything else about men I knew they wouldn’t commit if that wasn’t what they truly wanted. I didn’t want to waste anymore of his time let alone my own. I wasn't even mad at him I respected his honesty.

            I was startled when my apartment suddenly turned pitch black. I looked outside and the whole city skyline for as far as I could see was pitch black as well. The only light was provided by the full moon. Probably some dumb ass trying to drive out in the snow had hit a converter box or a power line. I called Mrs. Franklin’s phone she was the only person who I knew who still owned a cordless phone and those worked during a power outage. She picked up on the third ring, “Hello Leola Franklin speaking.” “Hello Mrs. Franklin this is Reagan Ross. I just wanted to make sure you were okay the power just went out.” “Oh honey I’m fine I’m just going to turn on my kerosene heater and pray the power is back on soon.” “Okay are you sure?” “Yes baby I’m sure.” “Well call me on my cell phone if you need anything. You have the number right?” “Yes sweetie I do. Goodbye now.” “Goodbye.”

         My apartment quickly started becoming chilly and drafty. Then it hit me. I had a fireplace. Duhhhhh. Matter of fact I paid $250 a month extra for that particular amenity. I realized I had no idea how to use it. I'd never had the notion to do so. I had fire logs and everything. So I just decided to put a coat on and a few blankets. I wanted to google how to start a fire on my phone but I wanted to save my battery life and I’d left my iPad at my office. Then it hit me to ask Damien. He looked like he knew how to do manly stuff like that.

            I put on some sneakers and got my flashlight and headed upstairs. I knocked on his doors. “Who is it?” “It’s Reagan again I was wondering if you could do me favor.” Damien opened the door he was no longer shirtless and like me he was fully dressed. It was entirely too cold for that kind fuckery. The whole building had quickly become cold. “What is that?” “I have a fireplace and I have no idea how to use. Could you please light my fire?” I didn’t realize how sexual that sounded until it came out of my mouth. It sounded like a line from a porn.  Damien smiled a devilish smile, “Of course. Let me grab my keys. You’re welcome to come in.” I stepped into the entry area of his apartment. I instantly noticed the production equipment set up in a large area of the living room.

            “Okay, I’m ready.” He followed me out into the hallway. “Quick question. Why do you pay all that extra money for a fireplace and don’t even use it?” I laughed, “Because I just liked the aesthetics.” “Sooo your man don't know how to light the fire either?” “Nah I don’t have a man so that's a negative.” “I hear you.”

            As I opened my apartment door I was hit with a burst of cold air. I pointed to my fireplace. “Do you have some old newspaper and a lighter or some matches?” I walked into my kitchen and found an old magazine and a pack of matches. I passed it to Damien. He placed a few logs inside of the fireplace along with some of the magazine. He lit it and poked until the fire was ablaze. “Thank you so, so much. I could kiss you.” “That wouldn’t be such a bad idea.” He said against with a devilish grin.

            As he headed towards the door I was hit with a sudden idea. “Damnien you’re welcome to hang around here until the power comes back on. Because your apartment is freezing.” “That’s cool, I mean if it’s okay with you.” “I wouldn’t have offered if it wasn’t okay.” I went into my liquor cabinet and pulled out a bottle of Crown Royal. “Damien do you drink brown?” “Yeah I dabbled in it.” I pulled Damien and myself each a glass.

            Damien was sitting on my couch looking at the pictures on my wall. “Are you an artist?” He asked as I passed him his drink “Something like that. I was an art/marketing major in college.” He nodded his head, “That’s what’s up. So what do you do?” “Well until recently I was a brand representative for a marketing firm. A few months ago I launched my own marketing and brand management firm.” “Sounds exciting.” “It is but I’m still in the process of trying to build my clientele up but things are looking hopeful. What do you do?” “I’m a music producer.” “Cool who have you worked with?” He named off a few artists whose named were familiar to me.

            “So why aren’t you spending the holidays with your family Reagan?” “Well my parents were killed in a car crash a few years ago. I didn’t have any siblings and I’m not close to my extended family.” Damien looked like he regretted asking, “Oh I’m sorry to hear that.” “It’s okay. Why aren’t you spending the holidays with your family?” “Well I was supposed to be catching a red eye to New York to work with an artist tonight. But it definitely doesn’t look like it’s happening now. It’s snowing too bad to even try to make that move. But is this how you normal spend your holidays?” I shrugged, “Basically. I get drunk while watching Christmas movies and then go to sleep.” Damien shook his head, “That’s sad, no offense.” “None taken.”

           Damien and I talked and got to know each other as we polished off the bottle of Crown Royal. Between the liquor and the blazing fire I was burning up. I went into my room and changed into some shorts and a crop top. I don’t know why I decided to drink Crown Royal with a stranger because it always made me horny. Brown liquor had induced me to commit many sins.  And looking at the glowing warmth radiant on his face made me want him. What the hell I decided to go for it! I didn’t have a man, I was horny he was sexy and we were basically snowed in. Judge me if you must. “Do you have a girl?” “Nah I don’t. Why?” “Just wondering.” I sat down beside him on the floor. He rubbed my thigh, “Why? You tryna be my girl or something?” He gave me a lustful look. “Nah maybe just for the night.”

            With that being said I started kissing on his neck and he pulled me ontop of him so I was straddling him. I lifted his sweatshirt over his head. And he took my shirt off and threw it across the room. I pulled at the drawstring on his sweatpants and pulled them down. He had a nice size dick. I internally let out a sigh of relief. I was so scared he had a little dick. I ran my hand across his erection through the material of his boxers.

            I pulled at his boxers down below his hips. I bent down and placed my warm lips to his manhood. He tilted his head back in ecstasy as he started pulling leggings and my panties off. I stopped giving him head long enough for us to get into the 69 position. The more into I got the more into it he got. He grabbed my ass as he stopped long enough to catch his breath and went right back at it. Damien suddenly stopped, “What’s wrong?” “Nothing I just want to be inside of you right now.” I got up and went into my bedroom. It took me like ten minutes to find my condoms it had almost been two years since the last time I’d had sex.

            Damien was lying in my living room floor patiently waiting my return. “I was about to get up and come looking for you.” I just laughed, I ripped the wrapper off one of the condoms and placed it on his dick and got on top of him. I instantly felt heat coursed up my spine. I don’t give a fuck what nobody says no vibrator or dildo could compare to or replace the real thing. I started moving my hips up and down. Damien wrapped his hands around my hips. His eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip. I placed my hands on his chest and gave him the ride of his life. He felt so good inside of me. My ass was going to savor every minute of this sex.

            Damien lifted me up and instructed me to get on all fours. He entered me from behind. Damien grabbed my waist and was moving me back and forward. I caught his rhythm and started throwing it back. I couldn’t even run from it, it was so good. Damien grabbed my hair and smacked my ass. I’d forgotten how good sex was like actually sex with somebody other than myself and Pornhub.

            I yelled out his name in pleasure. I really hoped my next-door neighbors were gone for the holidays because if not I know I was fucking their life up.  My legs shook and gave out as I came. Damien laid on top of me his chest against my back and kissed me on my neck. And began stroking me from behind. His heavy breathing in my ear turned me on and we came together. We laid there in stunned bliss we must have drifted off into because we didn’t wake up until the power came back on throughout the building.

            We got up and got dressed. As Damien got ready to leave he said, “Merry Christmas Reagan. Do you want to get together tonight for dinner?” I told him the same in kind and took him up on his offer for dinner. In all honesty that had been the best Christmas Eve I’d had as an adult and lowkey I was hoping to see him again soon. Because Lord knows that was everything I needed plus some.