“I hate just walking around the mall,” I say. “It has no purpose if you aren’t buying shit and you just run into people that you haven’t thought of in forever. Especially around the holidays. It is a fucking nightmare.”

“You need to chill out. The likelihood we see anyone we know is extremely small. And if we do just give them a nod or a hello and keep it moving,” my friend Alex says.

“Alright, but if I get pulled into a conversat…” I stop as a man and woman turn the corner in front of us, heading our way. “Oh fuck…” I say. Rounding the corner is a woman I haven’t seen in about 15 years, Sophie. We were never an item, but we experienced college together, in the bars, in dark alleys, on my futon, on my bed. Some very fun experiences. “Shit, I know her. Do not let me get caught up in a conversation. Say that we have stuff going on. Lie, make shit up, I don’t care. I’m not going through this awkward catch up. Got it?”

Alex looks at her, a little too long and a little too intently for my tastes, looks left at me and says, “I got you.”

We keep walking and now she has certainly recognized me. We are far enough away that no one is going to yell for the other person, but there is a head on collision coming that is unavoidable. As we get closer, Sophie brings her eyes up from the ground, says “Hey” to which I say the same right back and we keep walking, avoiding any awkward interaction.

I sigh, relieved, until I hear “Do you know him?” from the man she is with. He turns around and says, “Hey man, Sophie said you guys know each other from college! How are you doing?”

I stop in my tracks, let out another soft sigh, this one less satisfying than the first, and turn around with a smile on my face. “Hey there. Yeah, I didn’t 100% recognize her at first, but I was pretty sure once she said hey. This is Alex. My name is Carter”

I look at the guy, and then look back at Sophie. She is looking at me, but not really seeing me at the same time. She is looking at me in the way that you daydream about a fond memory playing back in your mind. And with her subtle lip bite, I could guess which memories were playing out in her head. “Wait, you’re Carter? I have heard about you over the years,” the man said. “Aren’t you going to introduce me Soph?”

I am horrified by the prospect of me being brought up in conversations casually because few of our memories made for good dinner table topics. Sophie seems to jolt out of her stupor and stammers, “Hey, yeah… uhhh this is my husband… uhh Paul. How have you been?”

“Congrats. That’s awesome. Nice to meet you Paul. And uhh… I’ve been good. Been a long time. Just trying to get out and do something on our day off.” I turn while I am explaining what we are up to and smile with my mouth at Alex, but my eyes are screaming at him to pull the ripcord to my parachute and get me the fuck out of here. “Felt the need to do something since it is New Year’s Eve and we weren’t getting into anything tonight.” Immediate regret as soon as those words leave my mouth.

“You guys don’t have plans tonight? You have to come over and catch up. We are having friends over to just drink and smoke and play games,” Paul eagerly offered.

“We appreciate the invite, but…” I stumble.

“Yeah, let’s fucking do it. Sounds fun.” Alex interjects. I could fucking kill this guy. He had one job and he royally fucked it.

“Great! Have Soph text you our address and be there by like 8. I’m sure she kept your number.” Paul looks over at Sophie whose fair skin has adopted a bright pink color. They turn and walk away, with Sophie looking back over her shoulder and our wide eyes meeting, pleading for some excuse to get out of tonight.

I get a text and look down and sure enough there is her address. I look at Alex with fury, “What the fuck are you doing? You had one goddamn task and you said ‘I got you’.”

Alex looks up with a grin, “Listen, with our current plans of drinking and getting high on the couch together I had a 0% chance of starting my year getting fucked. At a chill party offering the same thing, but with women? At least 5%.”

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I slam the car door with a little too much vigor as Alex and I head up the driveway to Sophie and Paul’s house. There are about 10 other cars in the driveway and by the curb, so I am already planning my sneaky exit after about an hour of mingling. I have committed to leaving Alex and making him grab an Uber if necessary. We get to the door and Alex knocks.

The door swings open and light pours out from the house behind Sophie. The light is hugging her silhouette and I find myself staring. Sophie has a medium build, shoulder length dark hair, and a phenomenal ass. She is wearing a short shimmery silver skirt and a tight black long-sleeve blouse with the neckline cut to just above her belly button. Her plunging neckline shows off a daring amount of her small, perky breasts.

“Hey, thanks for having us. I brought some tequila because I didn’t know what everyone drinks and I don’t know shit about wine.” I hand her the bottle and walk in with Alex behind me. Sophie pauses a half step and I bump into her. I reach down to clasp her hips to make sure I don’t knock her over. I am a foot taller than her small frame, so it wouldn’t take much force. Unfortunately, when I bump into her, I also feel my cock press against the small of her back through my jeans and that was enough to make it subtly wiggle.

“Already with your hands back on my wife Carter?” Paul laughs. My face is likely bright red, because I feel like it is generating the heat of ten suns. But Sophie has a big grin and I’m positive she is already high. Paul looks around the room and introduces Alex and I to all of their friends. “Soph, how about you grab them some drinks and then we can all play something.”

Sophie brings us two vodka sprites and sits directly across from me at their long dining room table. We begin playing a card game that I have played many times, but my mind was elsewhere. On my turn, I was too busy peeking over my cards at Sophie’s revealing blouse and lost track. That meant I was subjected to an entirely too long explanation of strategy from Paul who has chosen to sit on my left. I played my card and then Alex went as he was sitting on my right.

We continued to play and drink and the blunts were being passed around as the turns rotated around the table. I found myself settling in and my escape plan slowly faded away. I was becoming increasingly aware that my cock was getting hard. In a panic, I tried to pull myself out of daydreaming about Sophie’s body, but I realized that it wasn’t my fault. I felt a foot rubbing back and forth against my inner thigh and following the outline of my cock. I look across the table at Sophie and see fire in her brown eyes. Her husband is sitting right next to me and she is teasing my cock? I try to reach down and move her foot away so we don’t get caught, but she persists.

“Can you get me a drink Soph? Carter, do you need a refill too?” Paul asks.

I am too stunned to speak, so Sophie, while pulling her foot away slowly says, “Yeah, Carter can you help me grab some refills for people?” And she gets up, hips swaying, and the light reflecting off of the blinding curve of her ass in that skirt. I get up to follow and do my best to hide my bulge before I get around the corner and can adjust myself. I walk down the hallway to the kitchen, turn the corner and Sophie is right there waiting for me.

I go to speak and she grabs my wrist, pulls it close, and shoves it up the front of her skirt. My fingers meet her bare pussy and I can feel her damp and sticky lips. “My pussy has been throbbing for you since I felt your cock press against my back. But I have been thinking about it since we ran into each other this morning. Reminded me of all of those nights in your dorm room.” She grabs the neckline of my sweater and pulls me down into a passionate kiss. I am sufficiently drunk and high at this point and lose myself in the heat of the moment and kiss her back. The smell of her perfume is intoxicating as I explore her lips with mine. As I am bent down to kiss her, my hand begins to work her wet pussy. I massage and tease and trace her pussy lips and little moans escape her mouth during our kiss. She pulls back and unbuttons my jeans. Her hand plunges in and yanks my now fully erect cock out. I am looking around feverishly while I continue rubbing her pussy. Sophie has a strong grip on my shaft and is stroking me from tip to base. Each time I feel her hand reach my tip I feel a surge of pleasure rushing down my cock. She pushes my cock down between her legs and I lift her up slightly so my tip spreads her begging pussy lips.

Just as I am about to push deeper, we hear a yell, “Let’s get some shots of that tequila we brought going!” from down the hall. Once again, Alex is proving to be less than helpful. I quickly pull my tip away and shove it back in my pants. Sophie fixes her skirt, but I can see a glistening streak of her cum down the inner thigh of her left leg. We quickly grab as many shot glasses as we can find, cut up a few limes, and bring the bottle of tequila back to the party.

The game seems to have died off in our absence and everyone has moved to the couch and chairs and floor in the living room. We passed out the shots, cheered to the upcoming New Year and drank. “Let’s play never have I ever!” one of her friends exclaimed. Everyone was thoroughly fucked up at this point. Sophie and I went to sit and spread away from each other to avoid any suspicion.

“I’ll start!” Paul offered. “Never have I ever… fucked on a balcony.” One of their friends put their finger down, along with Sophie and I.

Another friend jumped in, “Never have I ever mutually masturbated to someone in the same room.” A couple put a finger down, along with Sophie and I.

“Never have I ever.. fucked in front of people in college.”

No one else put their finger down except Sophie and I. “Ahhh, I think we found partners in crime for that one,” Paul chuckled. I probably would have tried to deny it, but I couldn’t help thinking about Sophie riding my cock on that beer soaked couch in some random girl’s apartment during a particularly drunk night.

We kept playing until eventually no fingers were left. “Let’s get some music playing!” Sophie yelled. She turned on music and began to dance. The lights were off except for the tv telling us we had an hour until the ball drop. Sophie began to twirl and dance. She danced with her friends and let their hands run across each other’s bodies flirtatiously. Her hips swayed and chest heaved. The glow from the tv made her ass look like it was the ball drop in Times Square, shimmering seductively as she rubbed it against her friends.

I take a sip of my drink, feeling myself lost in the moment and feel the alcohol take me away. Something grabs my hand and I look down. It’s Sophie and she is reaching for my glass and sets it on an end table. She pulls my shirt collar down so my ear reaches her mouth and says, “Come with me!”

I look around and say, “What about Paul?!” Sophie smiles with a devilish grin and points over her shoulder at the couch. I look over and see Paul passed out. I look around and everyone else is dancing and feeling the music. Alex looks to have also found himself two options for the night that he was sandwiched in between.

I let Sophie lead me down the hall and around the corner to a bathroom. I close and lock the door behind me and turn around to a waiting Sophie. Immediately I attack her like a wild animal. I pull her tight blouse off her shoulders to reveal her perky breasts. I dip down and begin to lick and suck her stiffening nipples. I nibble gently, earning sweet moans as Sophie clenches my hair to pull me deeper. My hands slide her skirt up so it settles at her waist. My hands find their destination as they cup her incredible ass cheeks. I squeeze and play with them as I flip back and forth between playing with her nipples.

Sophie reaches down and frantically undoes my jeans and pulls them and my boxer briefs to the floor. She pushes me back and grabs my hips to turn me so that my back is against the sink. She slides down to her knees and begins to work my shaft with her hand with her tongue teasing my tip and her eyes staring up into mine. Her other hand firmly squeezes my balls and she begins to throat my pulsing cock. She bobs up and down my shaft with her lips creating a vacuum seal. I can feel her tongue painting every curve and vein that I have. I’m looking down at her and watching her pretty little mouth work my shaft like she did so many years ago. Sophie pushes her mouth as far as she can until she gags and pulls off for air. She takes both hands and works my cock while her tongue dances around my tip. Her grip twists and rotates and squeezes, and I feel cum filling the length of my shaft. My hands are gripping the white stone countertops of the sink until my knuckles match their color. My eyes roll back into my head and my head tilts as far back as it can. She can sense I am close to letting her earn her reward for all of her hard work. Sophie attacks my cock again with all of the hunger of missing my cum for the last 15 years. She rapidly bobs up and down on my member and I cannot stand to hold it in another second. I erupt with what seems like endless streams of cum. Each time her lips reach my tip I feel another stream of cum shoot down her throat. If there was one thing we bonded over in college it was her love of cum and my love of supplying it.

She grabs my cock one more time at the base with her lips at the end and squeezes down the length of my shaft to elicit every remaining drop of cum onto her tongue in the way you would try to get the last bit of toothpaste out of the tube. She stands up, licks a little lost cum off her lip, looks at my dangling cock, and says, “We need to wake him back up because I need it in me too.” I lay down to the best of my ability in this tiny half-bath and pull her down to sit on my face. I see her pussy is already soaked for me to work. She sits down, her pussy lips meeting my waiting tongue, and I begin to taste her with an insatiable hunger. Her body rolls to the movement of every flick. Her lips are pulsing, begging for me to fulfill her needs. Sophie grabs onto the toilet paper rack for support and rocks her hips more furiously. My hands are clawing and grabbing at her breasts. I’m squeezing them as I control her with my tongue. I can feel her legs tense and release around my head as her orgasm nears.

I press my tongue firmly against her clit as she rides back and forth. I can hear her breath quicken and sharpen as she nears climax. I nibble the edge of her pussy lip and press my tongue inside her and feel the sudden release of cum down my mouth. She lets out an explosive moan and the handle comes off of the wall in her hand as the orgasm washes over her. I look up at her, her breasts hanging down at me, chest heaving, and we both silently laugh as she sets the previously mounted toilet paper holder on the ground.

Sophie climbs off of me and I can see her legs trembling and shaking. Tasting her cum on my tongue again after all of these years has helped my cock recover for our next dance. I lift her up by that jaw-dropping ass and set her on the counter. It’s a perfect height for me to glide right in. I meet Sophie’s lips with mine and use my hand to press my cock inside of her yearning pussy. I move my hips forward slowly, savoring every inch filling her. She lets out a moan as the base of my cock reaches her pussy lips. Her arms wrap around my neck, interlocking her fingers, and I pull my lips away as I begin to quicken my thrusts. We stare into each other’s eyes as my hips roll through her. Her legs lock around the back of my thighs and I fuck her harder, doing my best not to make any more noise than we already have. I grab her ass and pull myself deeper. I feel her teeth chewing on my shoulder so she doesn’t cry out in pleasure. Her nails have left the back of my neck and are dug in to my back. My lips press against her neck, breath rapid, as I give her all of me.

I pull out and lift her off the counter. I flip her around facing the mirror and bend her over. I control her every movement getting her in position for me to take her. The curve of my cock once again presses against the small of her back and I realize I am too tall. I lift one of her legs up on the lid of the closed toilet so I can find myself inside of her once again. I press her elbows to the counter, grab my cock and guide it back to her warm pussy. It opens eagerly for me with no resistance as I thrust up in to her. I missed getting to watch her ass bounce on me all those years ago. With each powerful thrust I could hear our bodies meet and the waves ripple through her delicious curves. I fuck her faster and harder and her head dips down against her forearms. I grab her hair and lift her head so that we can see the pleasure pouring out of her face. As I fuck her with all of my strength she lets out unstoppable moans. Not wanting to end this reunion short, I take my other hand and grab a hand towel off the counter and put it in her mouth to bite down on.

“You miss me fucking you like a dirty little slut and filling you with my cum?” I growl out in her ear.

Sophie lets out a pleading “mhmmm” as she bites down harder on the towel.

One hand clenching her hair and the other grabbing her hip, I propel myself deeper. I can feel my cock swelling with cum again. We hear faint yells from the party, “10… 9… 8…” My pelvis slams into her ass. “7… 6… 5…” She reaches back for me and I lean forward so my body is fully pressed against hers. “4… 3… 2…” Our bodies are shaking trying to hold on for dear life. Her eyes look in the mirror back at me, begging for me to finish her. “1… HAPPY NEW YEAR!” I thrust as deep as I can one final time, her heart shaped ass spreading around the pressure of my pelvis, and we both orgasm fully synchronized in our passion. I can feel my cum filling her as I hold myself pressed to her body.

Sophie lets the towel drop from her lips and lets out a gasping, “Holy fuck.” Our cum is mixed and dripping to the floor as I remove myself. I feel the subtle tingle of her cum dripping down my balls and see my cum escaping her, now bright red, pussy lips. She turns around, reaches down to my hanging cock, and rubs her fingers around my extremely sensitive tip which sends shudders up my spine. She lifts her fingers to her mouth and sucks the remaining remnants of my cum off of them.

We quickly get dressed, not realizing how long we were gone. I run out first and try to compose my breathing and fix my hair. Paul, now awake, looks at me and says, “Hey, do you know where Soph is? I was passed out until everyone yelled Happy New Years in my ear.” Right as I was about to answer with my face displaying all of the shock, Sophie came from down the hallway looking as put together as she did when I showed up. “There you are,” Paul says. “Did you miss the New Year?”

Sophie has that seductively devilish grin and said, “No, I didn’t miss anything.” And leaned in giving Paul a New Years kiss.