VEE. Sometimes when people are exposed to traumatic events or circumstances, it changes them. Often the changes last a lifetime. Some people eventually adjust back to their former self, or a different version of their former self. Others, after the trauma is over, immediately revert back to who they were previously. Those people that are capable of shrugging off one of life’s tragedies without much or any effect are rare.

Meet Michael Allen Ripton.

“If they catch this on film, we’re both going to be in court. There are cameras in here,” I sighed as he picked me up by my armpits.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he mumbled, his mouth pressed firmly against my neck.

I was well beyond wet. I was absolutely soaked.

My feet well off of the surface of the parking garage, he held me suspended in the air and kissed me. As he pressed me against the car window, I moved my feet, confirming I was still unable to touch the concrete surface.

This man drives me insane.

As his lips moved from my ear, along my neck, and to my clavicle, goose bumps rose along my arms. Now focusing on my shoulder, his fingers pawed at the fabric of my jacket and the neck of my top. His teeth dug into my skin lightly, sending chills down my spine.

I pressed my knees together, and twisted my hips in agony.

Squish.

“You’re killing me, Ripp. Let’s get out of here,” I muttered as he nibbled at my shoulder.

“I can’t fucking wait, and we’re supposed to meet everyone for dinner in a few minutes,” he looked into my eyes, removed his glasses, and tossed them on the top of the car.

As I heard his glasses land on the car, he picked me up until my waist was even with his chest. Dangling in the air over the surface of the concrete below, my eyes widened with shock as he tossed me onto the top of the car.

Most people that drove a $120,000 car would have concern about being tossed onto the top of it for fear of damaging it. At this point, I really didn’t care or have an ounce of concern about the condition of my car. Right here, right now, I wanted one thing, and one thing only.

“Get up here and fuck me,” I demanded as I wrestled to remove my jacket.

I really need to feel his cock inside me.

“Who’s runnin’ this show?” he responded as his hand slipped up my skirt.

I’d reached that point - the point where nothing else matters. I had no concern with the fact that we were in the parking garage of the courthouse, or that almost every attorney in the city would be coming out of the courtroom for a lunch break in roughly thirty minutes. I looked at the structure above as I tossed my jacket onto the hood of the car, making note of the security cameras positioned above us.

The thought of some second rate courthouse security guard watching us fuck made me even wetter.

I kicked off my heels and heard them land beside the car.

“Fuck me, you’ve got to fuck me,” I begged.

His hand pulled at my panties until they reached mid-thigh. As they became hung up on my knees, I attempted, frantic, to help him remove them.

“These mother fuckers,” he growled as he ripped my panties in two, tossing them on the ground beside him.

“You need to stop wearing those damned things,” he said as his hands slid up my inner thighs.

“Okay,” I breathed before I realized what he had said.

“Pull up your fucking skirt. I can’t get your legs spread apart,” he grunted as he gripped my legs and pulled me across the top of the car.

I fumbled with my overly tight pencil skirt, attempting to get it up to my waist. As my skirt slipped up my thighs and over my ass, he began to spread my legs wide. My knees bent, and my legs dangling over the side of the car, my heels banged against the window glass as he forced his head between my legs.

Oh God yes, do that pussy thing you do, please. Fuck yes, lick my pussy, Ripp.

As he buried his head between my thighs I groaned in anticipation of what would come next. His ability to successfully bring me to immediate climax from oral pleasure exceeded his ability to do damned near anything, including fighting. As I felt his tongue against my clit, I rolled my eyes and moaned. I began to shake as I felt a tingle work its way through my pussy.

Holy fuck, that didn’t take long.

“Mmmm,” he moaned as he flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit.

“Ripp…oh my fuck…” I tossed my head from side-to-side, quickly losing touch with any form of what was reality.

He continued to moan as he sucked and licked my clit. I tensed my stomach muscles and raised my legs along the sides of his torso, until the backs of my knees rested on his shoulders.  As his tongue worked its way in and out of my wet pussy, I opened my eyes and squealed.

This is crazy. I’m going to cum again.

Oh my God.

“Oh my fucking…” I blurted.

“God damn, Ripp, stop. You’re going to kill me, stop,” I begged as he sucked my pussy and flicked his tongue along my clit.

I squeezed my thighs against his head, attempting to get him to slow down and give me a moment to recover. His hands pressed into my ribcage and picked me up from the top of the car. As he carried me across the floor of the garage, my imagination began to run wild. The thought of someone watching us over the security system filled my mind again momentarily as he stumbled to the front of the car.

Wham!

He dropped me onto my back on the hood of the car.

“Don’t fucking move,” he demanded as he removed his jacket and reached for his belt.

He fumbled with his belt and dropped his slacks around his ankles. His cock fully rigid, his boxers stood straight out in front. As I raised myself onto my elbows, I smiled at my half-dressed GQ model standing in front of the car.

“What are you laughing about?” he asked as he pulled his boxers down to his thighs.

“You’re sexy,” I smiled.

“If anybody comes, we’re just gonna keep fuckin’, got it?” he asked as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me across the hood of the car.

“Got it,” I smiled.

“You’re crazy, you know that?” I asked as he worked his hips between my legs.

“Crazy in love with you,” he growled as his hands gripped my shoulders.

“Oh my fucking God, that feels so good,” I muttered as his cock slowly penetrated my wet swollen pussy.

I closed my eyes and tilted my head backward as he found his rhythm. Forcing himself in and out of me, he held me in place by my shoulders. As his huge cock filled me, I grunted and rolled my eyes. It had been too long. There was no way I was going to last. I felt myself reaching climax as I got lost in the feeling of him inside of me. I began to think of someone watching us fuck from some control room somewhere. The thought of someone watching him pound himself into me made me begin to reach orgasm.

“I’m…” my breath choppy, I fought with finding my words.

“Going to…”

“You ain’t the only one,” he grunted as his fingernails dug into my shoulders.

“Oh God, yes,” I opened my eyes and tried to focus as one of his hands slid to my neck.

“Oh fuck. Yes…oh God,” I begged, wanting him to choke me, but not wanting to say it.

Something about having his hand around my neck was a sexual trigger for me. As his hand gripped my neck, I felt myself immediately begin to contract. I closed my eyes tightly, and bit my lip. As his hand gripped tighter, I felt his cock begin to swell.

“Oh God yes. Cum inside of me…please,” I pleaded.

He pressed himself deep inside of me and held himself there. As he held his hips in place, I bucked my hips wildly and bit my lip – attempting not to scream. His cock deep inside of me, and his hand firm on my neck, he pressed my shoulders and head onto the hood of the car. This was more than I could take.

“Oh fuuuuucccckkkkk!” I blurted as I opened my eyes.

His grip grew tighter on my neck.

“I’m cumming inside of you baby,” he grunted and squeezed my neck firmly as I felt his cock explode.

I sighed and batted my eyes as his cum filled me.

“Oh my God, don’t move,” I sighed as his breathing slowed.

“Holy fuck, babe. I went blind there for a minute. That was crazy,” he said as he released my neck.

“Now you know how I feel,” I blinked my eyes and rocked my head from side-to-side, surveying the garage for passersby.

“There’s going to be cum everywhere. It’s been a long time. God, Ripp. Do you ever jack off?” I laughed as I felt him begin to pull himself from inside of me.

“Well, I haven’t in a while. My mind’s been on other shit. Yeah, that’s a biggun’ for sure,” he smiled as he pulled his cock from inside of me.

“Here, use these,” he said as he handed me my torn panties.

I smiled at the thought of him ripping them off of me. It’s funny as women that we hand pick panties to match the clothes that we wear, and never have anyone see them. These lace panties cost me three times as much as any others I have had in years. As I shook my head and half sat up on the hood, I made my best effort to wipe the cum from my throbbing pussy with one side of the panties.

As Michael pulled up his shorts and slacks, I smiled. Fucking in the parking garage of the courthouse was something I never expected to do. I must say the intensity of it was far more than I would have ever expected.   As I swabbed my pussy with one side of the torn panties, I shook my head from side to side. He unloaded a month of cum inside of me, and the mess dripping from me onto the hood of the car was proof.

“That was intense,” I admitted as I wiggled down the hood.

“Yeah, been a bit since we did anything like that,” he said as he pulled his jacket over his shoulders.

“Too long,” I admitted as I slid of off the hood of the car.

As I landed on the concrete, I realized I was barefoot.

“Where are my shoes?” I asked, forgetting what had happened with my shoes.

“You kicked them off over here,” he said as he stepped to the side of the car.

“Here,” he said as he handed me my shoes.

“Here,” I said as I held the cum drenched panties at arm’s length.

“Uhh. No. Toss em on the ground,” he said as he shook his head.

“No, I don’t want my DNA here on the garage floor. I folded them up, the outside is dry, all the cum is in the middle,” I said as I shook my hand up and down, attempting to get him to accept the panties.

“I don’t give a fuck. Keep ‘em,” he laughed as he grabbed his glasses from the top of the car.

I pulled my shoes onto my feet and walked around to the driver’s side of the car. Clutching the panties in my fingers, I lifted my purse from the top of the car and unlocked the doors.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yeah, I don’t ever want to come back to this fucking place,” he sighed as he opened the door.

I tossed my purse in the rear seat and fastened my seatbelt. As I started the car, I looked for a place to stick the panties. After a precursory look around the car, I placed them between my legs and backed the car out of the parking stall.

As we drove down from the fourth floor of the parking garage, I smiled. Seeing Ripp’s parents was always a treat, and seeing them after this victory would be icing on an otherwise perfect cake. Turning the corner to the second floor of the garage, I noticed a figure walked up the drive toward the car. I slowed the car to almost stopped and stared.

“Is that…” Michael asked.

“It sure looks like it,” I shook my head in disbelief.

Probably going to lunch or back to his office, Matthew Triston nonchalantly walked up the drive toward his car, obviously parked behind where we were currently sitting. I watched as he walked along the driver’s side of the car. As he approached, he looked through the windshield, recognized us, and smiled a shallow smile of recognition.

I pressed the window switch and rolled my window down.

“Counsel. Taking your client home?” he smiled as he looked in the window of the car.

I heard Michael growling under his breath.

I ducked my head out the window and looked up at him. His smug shitty smile irritated me. In some respects, I felt as if I had just beaten his ass on the playground. Sometimes winning just wasn’t enough. Calling that last unannounced witness was a sneaky trick on his part. I hesitated, and then thought what the hell.

“Well, as a matter of fact, I could use your assistance,” I smiled as I looked up at him.

“Certainly, what can I help you with, counsel?” he asked cheerily.

Phony bastard.

“Well I haven’t been able to find a trash receptacle,” I reached between my legs and pulled the cum soaked panties from my lap and held them in my fist.

Holding my clenched fist out the car door and smiling, he naturally held his hand out under mine, and waited for the trash I was going to offer him.

“If you could toss these in the trash for me, I’d be very appreciative. I hate to litter,” I said as I opened my palm and dropped the soiled panties into his hand.

“And no, I’m not taking him home. I just fucked him on the hood of my car. Have a nice day, prosecutor,” I smiled.

As he looked down at the panties that were slowly unfolding in his hand, I pressed the gas pedal and sped down the drive toward the exit on the first floor.

“You didn’t just…” Michael started to ask.

“I did,” I smiled as I turned out of the garage and onto the street.

“Technically,” I said over my shoulder.

“The parking garage is an extension of my work, part of my playground. And, like I told you, I play rough,” I grinned.

As Michael turned to face me, he smiled. He was still wearing his glasses. He had more than likely become so accustomed to wearing them he didn’t even realize they were on his face. I’d remind him later if someone else didn’t first.

As I smiled in return, I realized that this was the beginning. The court case was over. This was the beginning.

The beginning of what would be the rest of our lives together.

Without a doubt Michael went through changes during this process. He was not, however, a changed person. He remained true to himself and what he was willing to stand up for. Some people are almost impossible to alter. Michael was one of those people. He would remain unchanged until the day he died.

“Babe?” he asked softly.

“Yes?” I responded.

“Can we stay overnight at your house tonight?” he asked.

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked as I stopped at the traffic light.

“I miss my cat,” he smiled.

The man who would never change…

Mike fucking Ripton.

Cat lover.