It was late December; a brand new year was just around the corner. With each New Year comes an injection of hope for a brighter, happier, more successful future. It is a time of reflection; when people resolve to discard negative habits or even unwanted facets of their character, and strive to better themselves. Not Tommy though, he didn’t give half-a-fuck.

Tommy was a good guy. He sometimes had a dickhead-like quality to him, but was actually very sensitive, and he had a big, mushy heart. He was something of a recluse, having become disenchanted with society and all it’s venal inhabitants. He had also all but given up on the opposite sex, as most of his past experiences with girls had been disappointing, to say the least, and a bit traumatizing in some instances. He just didn’t have much luck in that department, and seemed to be a magnet for the psychotic. In fact all women were psychotic, as far as he knew.

“Drive safe, call me when you get there,” said his bespectacled mother, as she held her arms out, demanding a hug.

“I will. I love you ma,” Tommy said, embracing her.

“I love you too, dear,” she said, contentedly.

He then resolutely extended his hand to his brother-in-law, who stood with his arm around Tommy’s younger sister. They performed the contrived action for the thousandth time.

“Eric.”

“Thomas.”

“You take good care of this one,” said Tommy, nodding his head towards his sister.

“Will do, Tommy,” said Eric, looking at Tommy sardonically.

Tommy took a breath and looked up at the sky, trying to prime himself into saying his next line with a straight face. Then, he looked Eric straight in the eye and cleared his throat.

“You’re a very lucky guy.” He managed to say the words, but couldn’t keep his mouth from forming into a big, beaming grin afterward.

“You are such a jackass,” said his darling little sister, and gave him a punch in the arm. Tommy chuckled.

“Oh, you kids,” giggled Tommy’s mother, whilst shaking her head.

As he got inside his old and crummy little car, Tommy felt a sense of relief wash over him. The holidays were finally over with, as were all the phony, monotonous social customs that we still adhere to for some reason. He was finally free to return to his apartment and spend his free time lounging around in his underpants, watching horror films and eating frozen pizza.

“Come on now, you rusty old bitch,” he whispered, as he put the key in the ignition and turned it. The engine spluttered laboriously and failed to ignite.

“You God-forsaken WHORE!” he roared, and started beating the wheel with his fists. Suddenly becoming self-aware, he looked to the right to see his mother, sister and his sister’s husband still standing in front of the house, and looking at him keenly. He smiled and waved to them and they all smiled and waved back. Turning back to his dashboard he took a deep breath to calm himself down.

“I’m sorry, baby. Come on now. You can do it,” he whispered and turned the key again. The engine spluttered and coughed and ignited, rumbling as loud as thunder.

“Yes!” he exclaimed, raising his arms up victoriously.

He turned to wave to his family one more time but saw his mother was yelling something at him and pointing to the side. The noise produced by the engine completely drowned her out.

“What?” he shouted.

“Here comes Christina!” his mother screamed.

“What?!”

He got out and saw Christina walking toward the luggage compartment with two suitcases and an enormous handbag. She was the neighbor’s daughter.

She looked kind of gothy because she mostly wore black, had fair skin, dark brown hair and really dark brown eyes; they were almost black. She too had her problems with the opposite sex, and considered men to be piggish, infantile and wholly annoying. Her New Year’s resolution was to give up on heterosexuality and try going lesbo.

Tommy and Christina used to hang out as children, until Tommy set the hair of one of her dolls on fire. He would later apologize, but she opted to avoid him after that. And so they went their separate ways, never associating with one another for the rest of their childhood and adolescence. Nowadays, they both live and work in the capital and sometimes run into each other when they go home during holidays. They remain completely indifferent to one another, but act polite when they have to interact.

This year, Christina ran into Tommy’s mother at the local grocery store, and related to her how tiring it can be traveling by bus, then by train and bus again to see her parents. So, Tommy’s mother offered up her son to drive her back to the city. Christina declined at first, but reluctantly agreed because Tommy’s mother insisted.

“You said you’d give her a ride back to the city, silly. Don’t you remember?” said Tommy’s mother. He did not, and figured he must have been drunk when he agreed to this.

“Yeah, of course! Let me help you with that,” he said, taking Christina’s luggage and placing it in the trunk of his car.

“Thanks,” she said. She realized he had completely forgotten about her, but she didn’t care, and so they went.

Driving along the long and winding road in a tin can with wheels, Tommy and Christina made their way through a snowy winter wasteland. For the first 30 minutes of the journey they sat in complete silence. Christina looked over at Tommy, who was fully focused on his driving.

“So thanks a lot for doing this,” she said, attempting to break the silence.

“No problem,” he replied, “You wanna listen to some music?”

“Sure,”

“The radio doesn’t work but I have some mixed cd’s in the glove compartment,”

Christina opened the glove compartment, revealing a cluttered pile of old cd’s. She grabbed a bunch and started looking through them.

“Well, I can’t read your handwriting. So I’ll just put in a random one,” she said, sliding one of the cd’s into the radio. The music helped fill the palpable void of silence.

“So have you seen any good films lately?” Tommy asked, trying to keep the dialogue going.

“I don’t really watch movies so much. I prefer reading,”

“Really? Like books and such?”

“Yeah, science-fiction and fantasy are my favorite genres, but I read all sorts of books,”

“Oh, cool. So, do these books you read ever have unicorns in them?”

“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”

“I think I read somewhere that unicorn urine tastes like champagne,”

“You’re stupid,”

“I know right? Hey, I’m gonna take this shortcut,”

“What shortcut?“

Tommy steered the car off the main road and onto a side road that was surrounded by trees.

“This great shortcut through these woods, I found it on the internet and took it on the way here. It’s kind of a desolate road, but it shortened my travel time by at least an hour,”

“Whatever,” said Christina.

An hour later, they were still driving through the barren woods. Looking out the window at the leafless trees, Christina saw the sun was starting to set.

“Hey, it’s starting to get dark out, and this road is totally unlit,”

“Don’t worry, we’re almost there,” Tommy said, assuring her. Just then the car engine exploded with a loud bang and the hood of the car started smoking. They looked at each other wide-eyed.

“No!” yelled Christina.

“Mmm, this is not good,” said Tommy, trying to stay calm and pulling up to the side of the road.

Tommy looked into the engine while Christina attempted to call for help on her mobile.

“I still can’t get a signal,” she said.

“Well, that figures; we’re in the middle of nowhere. But it’s alright because I managed to fix the engine,”

“Really?”

“No. She’s dead,” he said, slamming the hood shut.

“Fuck! I can’t believe we’re stranded here! Our only hope is that someone passes by,” said Christina, her frustration becoming audible in her voice.

“That’s right, but as you may have noticed, there aren’t that many cars coming through here,” said Tommy, who was also starting to get worried as the sky went completely dark.

“The worst thing we can do right now is panic,” he said.

“Fuck you, Tommy! Why the fuck did you have to take us through these fucking backwoods?” Christina snapped.

“Jesus! I’m sorry! It’ll be alright, look…” Tommy said, reaching into the car.

“This is our food supply. We need to make it last,” he said, holding out an orange and a chocolate bar.

They spent the night in the car; Christina laying in the backseat and Tommy sitting in the front passenger seat. They agreed to sleep in shifts in case someone passed by, but it was cold and uncomfortable so they barely slept at all.

Eventually, morning rolled around and they continued to wait for help.

“I gotta go pee,” Christina said, “You stay here and keep watch,”

“Watch out for snakes!” said Tommy.

Christina gave him the middle finger as she walked away.

Another half hour went by.

“I think we should start walking down the road,” Tommy said, “we might make it to the main road on foot before anyone comes through here,”

“Okay, but just hold on a second,” said Christina. She was standing on the roof of the car on tiptoes, holding her mobile up as high as she could.

“I think I might be getting somethaaAAH!” She slipped and fell to the ground. Tommy sprinted over to her.

“Holy fuck! Are you alright?” he said, helping her sit up.

“Oww! Damn it! I sprained my ankle,” she cried.

Tommy picked her up and laid her down on the backseat of his car. He took off her boot and sock, rolled her pant leg up and wrapped his scarf around her ankle. He then removed the head of the front passenger seat and used the seatbelt to prop her leg up on it. Finally, he stuffed ice and snow into a white plastic bag and used that to ice her swollen ankle.

“It’s not that bad. I think it’s only a mild sprain. You should be able to walk again by tomorrow,” he said.

“I’ll give you a mild sprain, you FUCKING COCK!” shouted Christina, “This is all your fault!” She was fuming.

“What the fuck? I didn’t make you dance around on the roof of my car like a retarded ballerina!” he retorted.

“Get the fuck away from me!” she shrieked.

They didn’t speak to each other for the next 3 hours. Christina remained laying in the backseat, and entertained herself by playing games on her phone, which now had a cracked screen. Tommy stood by the side of the road, throwing snowballs at trees. He was getting pretty bored, so he started singing.

“Oh, the weather outside is shitty, and Christina has frozen titties! She’s really getting on my nerves; hope she burns! Hope she burns! Hope she braAARH!” his caroling was abruptly cut short by an orange hurled directly at his forehead.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” he bawled, holding his hand over his hurting head. Christina grinned at him from inside the car, feeling satisfied with her aim.

Another hour passed and they would soon be spending another night in a broken down car by the side of the road. Tommy now had a pretty impressive lump in the middle of his forehead. It was swollen and throbbing. Apart from being hungry and exhausted, he also felt guilty for getting Christina into this situation. He looked at her, sitting in the car and whimpering as she tried to flex her injured ankle. She looked so vulnerable. So he decided to try and cheer her up.

“Hey, Christina,” he said.

She looked at him with a humorless expression.

“There’s something growing out of my forehead. Look.” he pointed to his lump, “I think I might be turning into a unicorn. Do you like that?”

No response. He grabbed an ice-sicle from a tree branch, and held it to his forehead.

“Christina, I am turning into a fucking unicorn!” he shouted.

He pounced on top of her and neighed like a horse.

“Get the fuck off me, you dick!” she said, with a giggle.

They looked at each other for a moment, both smiling. Tommy felt good because he managed to crack her up. He also noticed that she had a nice smile, he’d never really seen it before. Tommy’s gaze shifted back and forth from Christina’s sultry, dark eyes to her mouth, and for some inexplicable reason he leaned in and kissed on her lips.

Christina swung her arm to slap Tommy across the face, but he blocked her, grabbing hold of her wrist. She swung her other arm harder, but Tommy caught her wrist again. She growled with anger and shook her arms, trying to get loose. Tommy leaned in and tenderly kissed her on the lips a second time. Christina slowly planted two soft kisses onto Tommy’s lips, and flicked her tongue across them. They looked into each other’s eyes, not quite sure of what was happening. He let go of her, enabling her to put her arms around him, and they started making out passionately.

Tommy unraveled her scarf and kissed her neck. He closed the car door behind him and continued to promptly unclothe her and himself. After getting through several layers of clothing, he grabbed her shirt and ripped it open, making her squeal. She unclipped her bra and took it off, exposing her breasts to him. He squeezed and licked her soft breasts, circling her pointed nipples with his tongue. She sighed in pleasure.

They were freezing the whole time they were stranded there, but now the car was as hot as a sauna and the windows were rapidly steaming up with condensation. Christina pulled Tommy’s head away from her breasts, and looking him dead in the eye she said, “Fuck me. Now!”

Tommy took his rock-solid erection in his hand and rubbed the tip up and down Christina’s hungry opening. She was soaking wet. With a single thrust, he pushed his thick manhood all the way into her.

“Ooooh!” she whined.

He slowly slid his cock in and out of her, as they gazed amorously into each other’s eyes. They kissed deeply and smiled at each other, and then Tommy started pounding her faster.

“Oh! Oh! Oh! Yes!” she whimpered.

Tommy fucked her long and hard, with his balls slapping against her ass. Then he pulled out abruptly.

“No. Don’t stop,” she said.

He flipped her over. Wrapping her hair tight around his fist, he gave her a tug and penetrated her again.

She let out a groan, and with that he continued pounding away at her slit, whilst firmly gripping her hair in one hand and giving her ass a tight squeeze with the other. As he rammed her pussy harder and harder, Christina’s moans turned into shrieks. Her eyes started rolling back and a long string of saliva hung from her open mouth. Tommy gave her ass a hard slap and started grunting like an animal.

Christina’s shrieks ceased for a few seconds, only to be replaced by a long feral scream. As he watched her lose herself in a full orgasmic state, Tommy felt his own orgasm ripping through him. He let out a primal groan as his cock pumped out streams of cum, emptying the contents of his balls inside of her.

He released her smooth, brown hair and pulled her up towards him by her shoulders. He brushed her hair gently to the side and kissed her cheek. She turned her head and they kissed each other, whilst panting exhaustedly.

Tommy fondled her breasts and then ran his hands down her stomach, down to her hips and between her legs. He rubbed his fingers around her vagina, which was copiously leaking semen and raised his hand to her mouth. Christina eagerly licked all the cum off his fingers like a thirsty kitten. Then she led his hand back down to her pussy, lathering it with more cum and pulled it back up to her mouth. She licked and sucked his fingers clean.

Once they caught their breath, they helped each other find their clothing, which was strewn about all over the car. They got dressed and collapsed in the backseat, holding each other. Tommy laid on his back and Christina laid on top of him, with her head nuzzled into his neck. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, with the combined heat of their bodies keeping them warm through the night.

The next day, they were awoken by a knock on the window.

“You okay in there?” said a mustachioed older man.

“Yup,” they both said in unison.

He was a trucker who happened to stop there to take a leak. As they drove out of the ill-fated woods in his truck, the trucker looked at them with concern.

“You kids look pretty hungry,” he said.

Tommy and Christina both looked at him saying nothing, with their stomachs growling savagely.

“Well… all I got is this homemade submarine sandwich,” said the trucker, handing it to them.

Tommy tore the plastic wrap off and ripped the sandwich in two, handing half of it to Christina. They then proceeded to hastily devour their food within seconds.

“Fuckin’ A,” said the trucker.

He couldn’t take them all the way, as he was heading in another direction, so he dropped them off at a bus stop and they thanked him for the ride.

Pretty soon the bus pulled up. As they entered it and walked to some empty seats, they realized all of the passenger’s eyes were on them. It hadn’t occurred to them how disheveled they both looked; what with the blistering lump on Tommy’s forehead and Christina walking with a limp. They looked like zombies and smelled fittingly.

The bus arrived at the city bus terminal, and Tommy and Christina prepared to go their separate ways.

“Okay, so-o-o. See you next year?” Christina said.

“You can bet on it,” Tommy replied.

They stood in silence for a minute.

“Alright. Bye!” she said, waving and turning to walk away.

“Wait!” said Tommy.

“Yeah?” she turned back to him.

“Can I call you? Maybe I could take you somewhere nice and we could get to know each other,”

“Like on a date?”

“Yeah,”

“Yeah, okay,” she said, smiling.

She took out a marker and wrote her number in the palm of his hand. They embraced in a hug.

As they parted ways, Tommy felt elated. Maybe this coming year won’t be so bad.