New Years parties are always wild, particularly because of the traditions involved. Sometimes it feels almost like a Valentine’s Day party the way everyone finds someone to latch onto before the clock ticks over. Granted the copious amounts of alcohol involved may contribute to that sort of mentality, but even for people like me that didn’t drink much the social pressure was clear: find someone, anyone, to kiss when midnight comes. How did that tradition even start? I hadn’t the slightest idea, but I knew I was single and I knew that my chances were slim. Everyone was pressing up on their significant other and all I had in my hand was a plate with some chips on it that were anything but a good wingman. If anything, they were more like a repellant as I stood around trying to look casual despite the fact that I knew I was standing out like a sore thumb. I had to ditch this plate.

That though was when I took a notice of something: my best friend was there alone just the same as I was. She was single this year, I suddenly recalled, and I watched her deflect a few attempts from drunker, touchier men than me, before I decided that I ought to help her out. It wasn’t a kiss I had planned, just a friend helping another friend appear busy so that she wouldn’t get mauled by the other left over men that saw New Years as a good excuse to get up close to an attractive women. It was almost sad how they all melted away as soon as I slipped an arm around her and pretended to be her partner. She of course was about to push me aside too until she turned her head and saw who it was. I waggled my eyebrows at her filthily and she snorted a cute little laugh at my ridiculous behavior, and suddenly I didn’t feel too bad about not having someone to kiss. That was at least until the counting began.

A countdown is like a call to arms; it does things to people mentally. It’s a chant, almost religious in how everyone stops what they’re doing to join in, and all of them expectant of some great revelation at zero. And here I was with my arm teasingly around my lifelong friend when it all started. “Ten!” We were already looking at each other, but that hypnotic wave suddenly locked our gaze as we both had the same realization. “Nine!” I swallowed and flicked my eyes away a moment only to feel hers still on me, and when I looked back she bit her lip, and instinctively I did the same with my own and adjusted my arm around her. Our chests became parallel and I felt the subtle curve of her breasts brush against me. “Eight!” And I slipped a second arm around her. “Seven!” And she came a little closer. “Six!” She lifted to her toes and I felt her hands slide onto my shoulders. “Five!” And I leaned my face into hers. Our foreheads touched and the rest of the world didn’t matter. I closed my eyes and I breathed in the scent of her hot breath upon my lips. I didn’t even have time then to consider what was happening. Should I kiss my best friend? Had I always wanted to this badly? I missed several numbers in manic thought. Then, suddenly, everyone around us cheered the final count. “One!” And all I did was give in. I pressed my mouth to hers and my hand on her lower back tightened, lifting her up against me as my head tilted to create a seal with our lips.

The counting period had passed pretty quickly then, and everyone was shouting. “Happy New Year!” but I was still kissing. My lips had closed down on the bottom of yours, and in return you pulled on the top of mine, tugging my mouth back up into place with your where the faintest touch of our tongues was enough to tell me that you wanted this as much as I did. Everyone else was cavorting and all I could do was kiss you more and more, and when we finally parted ways I hadn’t a single thought in my mind except one, and it was more emotion than thought. All I could do was stare back into your eyes as we both had the same thought a second time and then we were gone from that party. We fled it like it was cursed, escaping to a world of hot sweat and love.

When the next morning came I had vivid memories of it all. The dark room up above and the sound of your voice in ecstasy were everything I cared to remember about the celebrations. My body had felt tight and hard all over as I tried to cling to you with every fiber of my being. I wanted your skin on mine, I wanted my tongue with yours and I wanted my cock inside you. I touched you everywhere I could, and every time a firework went off I got a momentary flash through the window that revealed your skin slick with sweat or the look on your face reminding me just who I was with and how we both craved the same passion. That made it so much better, and I tugged you to me again and again all through the night.

We must have rolled through every position, and I’m pretty sure we ended up on the floor at one point but now it was the morning past and we were miraculously back in bed. I woke up naked alongside you and wondered what was going to happen next. I could leave, I supposed, but I didn’t want to. I was warm and comfortable, and I wanted more of you. I wanted all of you and instead of letting it go and pretending like I hadn’t given in to my lust for you last night I rolled over to put my body up on yours. I kissed your lips softly and ran my mouth slowly down your neck, tugging you awake with my lips on your nipples and my hard cock pressing ardently between your legs.

Happy New Year everyone! Now that all the parties are said and done it's time to deal with the aftermath. Why not make it a sweet one since it's Sunday after all? Let's play out a scene where two life long friends admit their feelings for each other after a night of passion where it all came out anyway. That doesn't mean we can't have wild sex if that's how you want it to go, but the more soft and sweet vanilla stuff is very much an option too. So jump right off where this ends, if you like, or shoot me a quick message about your thoughts. Tell me where you might want this to go. Sleep play? Long term stuff? Whatever thoughts you've had, pass'em along and I'm sure we can put something together we'll both like.