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Abby

It’s New Year’s Eve. Ve’s flat is already full of people when we show up. I’ve never seen so many folks at a house party before. Each room is bursting at the seams with his friends. Only Lizzy and her friend have come at my invitation. The neighbors must be furious. Pizza boxes and vodka bottles are scattered throughout the apartment. The speakers are blaring with great music that makes my hips swing. We join the others, letting it move us. We dance for a couple of songs. It isn’t even ten when most people are already hammered out of their minds. There have already been several cases of “reanimation” in the form of herbal teas.

With everyone having so much fun, I grab the opportunity to take Connor to the bathroom. I slam him into the door and press myself against him, making him kiss me. His tongue greedily penetrates my mouth. I kneel before him, unzip his pants, and take his manhood in my mouth. I fuck him with my lips, glancing at him from beneath a fan of long lashes, offering him my most lascivious look.

“Christ, Gail! You’re incredible! It feels so good,” he says with a growl and I continue, proud of myself. “You blowing me with all my friends right behind the door is turning me on. This won’t last long. Oh, yeah, baby!” He pants and pushes his cock deeper.

His sexy voice echoes throughout my body, and the choice of words and the manner he speaks them make me mad with desire. There’s a stream running down my panties. I can feel him throb and then shoot. His come sprays all over my mouth. I spit some out, otherwise I would have soiled my shirt. I push myself up and go to the sink to rinse my mouth. Meanwhile, Ve lifts my skirt, taking me in his arms and sitting me down on the washing machine. He draws closer, stands between my legs, and wraps them around his waist, shifting me to the edge of the machine. He pulls aside my panties and runs a thumb across my throbbing clitoris. Then he sticks two fingers inside me.

“I’m impressed. You’re always ready, it seems, Miss Brooks!”

“Mister Wilson, I am ready as soon as you say anything. Or even look my way.”

He presses his lips against mine. The kiss is passionate, deep, and fervent. Ve takes his cock in his hand and pushes it inside me. He fucks me, holding my ass. I prop my arms on the washing machine and thrust out with my hips, eager for deeper stimulation. I can’t keep quiet this time. I moan and cry out, counting on the music to drown out my ecstasy. The first droplets of sweat start streaking down my back. Sweat is also beading on Ve’s brow and chest. It’s getting intense.

“Did you lock the door, Ve?”

“I think so.”

“You think so? Fuck! What if someone comes in?”

“Nobody will come in. Everyone’s drunk and dancing.”

He picks up the pace, and a wave crashes over my body, ending in the orgasm of the century.

“Holy fuck, Ve!” I cry as pleasure spills all over my body. I can’t catch my breath. I flop on the washing machine and Ve’s hot juices drizzle over my pussy.

“What a view. I’ve marked those beautiful lips of yours, haven’t I? Oops, some spilled on your panties. But they’re all wet anyhow, sweetheart.”

I lift up, looking at the mess he’s made between my legs. That view does turn me on. I put a finger on my clit and rub, massaging his balm into my skin and staring at him with undimmed lust in my eyes.

“If you don’t stop right now, we won’t ever leave.” He grabs a couple of tissues and wipes the semen away. “I just don’t know what to do with your underwear.”

“I’m not going to take them off. There are too many people. Do you have a hair dryer?”

Connor opens a drawer and produces the device, helping me to get rid of the moisture. A couple of minutes later it’s done.

“They’re a bit stiff now.” I chuckle.

Ve steps closer once more. I’m still sitting on the washing machine. He places his hands on my waist with such tenderness that my heart skips a beat.

“We’re so horny,” I say. “I love our energy, our temperament.”

“Most definitely.”

“Should we go back?”

“Yeah, let’s see if the house is still standing.”

He lets me through. I grab the handle and discover that the door was unlocked the whole time.

“One day I’ll kill you. You get off on that risk, don’t you?”

“I was sure I locked it…” he says with an innocent smile.

Five minutes before midnight, we all go downstairs and outside to watch the fireworks. Ve gets us a bottle of champagne. There is a large crowd around. I can hear the pop of opening bottles.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!” Everyone is counting aloud.

“Happy New Year, baby.” Ve pulls me in for a hug and kisses me deeply.

“Happy New Year, Ve! I love you!”

We drink the champagne straight from the bottle. Ve takes my face in his hands and kisses me again, wildly and deeply. Oh, how I love him! The cloudy sky lights up with hundreds of fireworks. It’s beautiful. We hold hands and others keep coming over, wishing us the best in the new year.

Around three, the last dregs leave the apartment, and we start cleaning up. It takes us three more hours. We go to bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

In the afternoon, we visit my grandma for dinner. She cooked a feast! There are potato pancakes in mushroom sauce, chicken soup, pork chops, fries, a salad, and two glasses of carrot juice on the table.

“What’s the occasion, Grandma? You outdid yourself! It’s delicious. And we’re ravenous after yesterday’s party.”

“Who else am I supposed to cook for, child? I’m glad you like it. Just make sure to eat it all!” She wags a finger at us.

An hour in we’re so stuffed we can’t move. We do so, however, as soon as the food has settled in our stomachs.

“We have to go, Grandma. Nikki is coming over.”

“Alright, honey. Have a good night.”

I give her a hug and kiss her on the cheek. Nikki really is coming, and Connor leaves. He returns late. We watch TV and kiss.

“The party was a success, wasn’t it? What do you think?” I ask.

“Oh, sure. I liked the part in the bathroom most,” he jokes and licks my neck. I pull him in and we lose ourselves in the embrace before falling into deep sleep.

When I open my eyes, it’s nine. Ve is still sleeping soundly. I extricate myself from his arms and go make us coffee. I’m about to put the milk back in the fridge when I feel his hands on me. He hugs me and leaves kisses on my neck, hair, and shoulders.

“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“I made us coffee.”

I reach for the mugs and hand him one. He drinks deeply, keeping his eyes on me.

“What?” I ask, smiling shyly.

“You’re so cute.”

He takes my mug and places it on the counter. His hands slide under my butt cheeks as he carries me to the table. He lifts up my tank top and runs his tongue over my breasts, belly, navel. I lie down. He pulls down my shorts, puts my feet on his shoulders, giving each a kiss. Leaning down, he reaches between my legs with his tongue. My body is instantly aflame. He’s perfect at it. He licks with passion and lust. His fingers penetrate me, intensifying the sensation. This morning is a dream come true. My life could look like this always. I arch my back and orgasm. He pulls down his boxers and frees his giant dick, shifting me to the edge of the table and entering me deep and hard. His thrusts are fast and strong. My body is still being wracked by spasms, so it’s only a matter of seconds before I come again, digging my nails into the skin of his shoulders. Ve slams into me a couple more times, pulling out and giving my tits a come shot. The range of his ejaculation is so great that some of the semen hits my face. It’s a weird feeling. I’m not sure if I like it, but I can see on his face he definitely does. I wipe the seed away.

“We need to wash ourselves.”

“For sure.”

As I exit the tub, there’s a thought in my head. I should check if my parents are coming. I call them, but nobody answers. I dial my brother, Dad, Mom. Nothing.

That can’t be good. Shit, they’re probably close by. I barge into the bathroom.

“You should hurry, Ve. I think my parents will be here anytime now.”

He has managed to dry himself and put on a shirt and boxers when there’s a knock at the door.

“Fuck!” We exchange terrified glances. I go to open the door, while Ve rushes to my room to grab his things.

It’s my brother. I am so, so lucky.

“You alone?” I ask, close to having a heart attack but managing to sound natural.

“Yeah. Mom and Dad are still lugging things from the trunk.” Lucius goes straight to the kitchen and doesn’t notice Ve is in my room.

I go in there. Connor is already fully dressed.

“Come on!” I hiss, give him his shoes and pushing him outside. “Take the stairs and wait there.”

I close the door quietly. I check the flat. Everything is in order. I make the bed and storm into the bathroom, looking for the hair dryer. I’m finishing up when I hear my parents talking in the corridor.

“How was the drive?” I ask, doing my best to keep the tremble out of my voice.

“Nothing special. How was your time? Did you have a good party?”

“Yes, it was nice,” I say simply. “I’m going to the store. Want something?”

“No, we’ve got everything.”

I pull on my shoes and leave. I walk in a straight line, glancing up to see if Dad is smoking on the balcony. I take a turn and walk in the direction of Grandma’s house to vanish from view. Ve waves at me from behind a building. I gesture for him to stay on the other side of the street. When I can’t be seen from the apartment, I break into a run and join Connor.

“Holy fuck, what a rush!” I cry, throwing myself into his arms. “I’m shaking all over!”

“Yeah, fucking hell, that was close.”

“They would have killed me, Ve! Quartered my body!”

“What about me?! Your dad would throw me off the balcony.”

“We’re so lucky.”

Both of us start laughing, unable to believe how fortunate we are. Ve takes my hand, and we go to his place. Come to think about it, you should always listen to your intuition. It lets you avoid many unpleasant moments. It’s a gift!