"I'm guessing you're a DD, too?"

I looked up from the empty plate I was holding, turned off by the slick, melting cheeses displayed on the table. "How did you know?" I said, over the top, laughing and feigning shock. We were the only ones at the food table, and behind him, I could see people crowding the two tables lined with booze, mixers, and ice.

"I've seen you around before," he said. "Here, I think? One of the pool parties in the summer, maybe?"

"Yeah, I think we might have met in passing?" He was leaning towards the table, his feet crossed at the ankle, one knee bent outwards. I tucked my hair behind my ear with my free hand and said, "I voted for us to get an Uber but they said it'll be impossible tonight. So I took one for the team."

"Me too, same." He shifted towards me and looked down at my empty plate. "So, what delicious morsels are you contemplating?"

"None of this counts as a delicious morsel. I'm kind of scared of it, to be honest. I only came over here for something to do. I wanted to go out and get some air, but I couldn't get my coat and I didn't want to freeze."

He looked puzzled. "What happened to your coat?"

I paused, a nervous grin spreading across my face. "Okay, I'm not trying to be suggestive, but this actually happened, so I'll tell you - I tried to go into the room where everyone's coats are, and it's, um... there are people..." I trailed off, lifting my eyebrows.

It took him a beat, but he got it. "Ohhhh, they're uh..." He made his left thumb and pointer finger into a circle and poked his right pointer finger into it and back out again.

I threw my head back and laughed. "Yes, grandpa, they're fucking."

He smiled and looked around as he said, "Everyone's fucking wasted. Here, I'll go with you, maybe we can get my coat. Then we can go outside and take a walk or something."

I put my empty plate back on the table and headed towards the hallway leading to the bedrooms. "It wasn't that long ago..." I turned and looked back at him, and I caught his eyes darting up from my ass. I grinned and kept talking. "It wasn't that long ago that I tried to go in, so they might still be going at it."

He was flustered, but cleared his throat and looked straight ahead. "I mean yeah, we can see..."

I turned back around, satisfied. I did remember him, and he was right, it was from pool parties in the summer. He never got too drunk, he never obnoxiously hit on anyone, and he never swaggered around, bragging. Plus, he was cute.

When we got to the room, I stood beside the door, letting him take the lead. He leaned in, ear close to the door, and listened. I saw his eyes widen.

"I'm pretty sure I know the guy," he said, shifting his eyes up to meet mine. "The bed's on the other side, right? So they couldn't see me if I opened the door?""I think so? I think if you open it, I'll be able to peek?" I paused. "But also, what if they're not on the bed?" I grinned and looked at him mischievously.

He grinned back at me and turned the door knob, then pushed the door, slowly. From inside, I heard a voice. "No no no no no! Stop, don't come in!" Then, the sound of dozens of coats rustling together.

"Fuck," I whispered. "I wore my favorite fucking coat tonight!"

"I'm 100% sure I know that guy. I'll make him pay for your dry cleaning," he laughed, quietly.

I grabbed his arm and gently pushed him away from the door. "Let me hear. I wanna see if I can guess who it is."

He grabbed my arm back, at the elbow, locking us together. "Nooo, that's creepy, right?"

"I mean... they're in a room they know people might need to get into!"

"Maybe? I feel like they wouldn't have stopped me from coming in if they wanted people to see?"

I let out a quiet, dramatic sigh. "Fine. I guess if you volunteered to be the driver on New Year's, I should have figured you were a gentleman."

As we both stood with our sides to the door, I could hear the sounds coming through it. They hadn't let the interruption stop them. It was muffled, but clear enough. We stood, pretending not to listen, and I saw his eyelids soften. Then, I watched his breaths becoming heavier, his chest rising and falling.

I hadn't let go of his arm, and I moved closer to him, my face straight forward but my eyes looking up at him. "You wanna... go somewhere with me? I mean, since we can't go outside without freezing our asses off?" I let go of his arm and teased my fingers over his chest, up to his shoulder, and then let my hand trail back down to his, moving my fingers between his and curling them around.

"Fuck. Yes. Um..." He looked down the hall, and I knew he was considering the open, packed living and dining rooms, filled with people we both knew. His eyes stopped on a staircase, then snapped back to me. "I bet nobody went up to the loft, wanna go there?" He grinned.

"What's the loft? I've only been here a few times."

"It's right above us. Open to the big room," He nodded towards the area where all of our friends were.

"Ohhh, like," I paused, cocking my head and smiling, "they could hear us?"

His grin grew wider. "And we could hear them. But they couldn't see us."

I nodded, smiling. "So the gentleman's an exhibitionist. I'm down."

He turned to the side, holding his arm out and gesturing for me to walk ahead of him. Except for an open doorway, the entire hall to the staircase was closed in. Nobody would see us go up together. I knew he'd be staring at my ass again, especially when I was in front of him on the stairs and it was right in his line of sight. I walked slower, more deliberately, arching my lower back and feeling my already-tight dress tighten even more against my butt and thighs.

When we got to the second floor, I stepped to the side and let him go first. He walked in front of me down a hallway with rooms on both sides, ending at the loft. It took up the whole side of the house, with a view to the yard, wooded beyond the pool and pool house. A modern glass and metal railing was all that separated it from the main room below, and we could hear everything. Music, glasses clinking, even distinct people's voices. I stood back from the railing, far enough that I couldn't see anyone, and they couldn't see me. I turned around and took in the room. Two oversized sectional couches flanked the doorway, taking up most of the space.

He motioned to the ceiling. "There's a screen that comes down. We watch movies in here sometimes." His voice was low. The sound from downstairs was clear. If he used his normal speaking voice, someone would hear him.

"Have you ever fucked on these couches before?" I asked with a smile.

He looked flustered. "Oh, uh, not really..."

"Ohh, so you've felt tits?" He chuckled. I cocked my head. "Hand stuff?" He looked up at me and nodded. "Whose hands? Yours or someone else's?"

"Hers. On me. This was so long ago, it's not even worth talking about."

"Okay," I softened. "I don't wanna make you uncomfortable. It just seems like a place that was made for fucking."

"I'm not uncomfortable. It's just, I don't want you to get weird if I'm talking about someone else touching me."

"Are you fucking kidding? I love it. I love hearing all the details about how other people do it."

He moved close to me, hands in his pockets. So close that I could have rested my face on his chest if I broke eye contact. "Yeah?" He said, quieter and in a lower voice. "Well, maybe I love other people hearing how I do it. Hearing me do it. To you."

I exhaled, fast and sharp. "Fuck." I shifted my face up towards his, and ran my palm up his neck to the back of his head. He looked down at me and grinned, but didn't move towards me.

I pressed into him. "You don’t wanna kiss me?" I asked.

"I will, I’m just taking it all in." He took his hands out of his pockets and ran them up my arms.

"Taking what in?"

"Everything." He pressed his hips into me and gripped my arms, his fingers flexing tighter and then more loosely.

I draped my arms around his neck, pressed our hips together, but leaned my upper body back. "You like looking at me in my clothes? Or do you wanna see me without them? I have great tits. A really good ass. And wait til you see my pretty pussy." I ran one hand down the front of his body and to the back, grabbing his ass.

He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face close to his. I could feel my heart pounding, my breath quickening. Even with the noise drifting up from downstairs, I could hear his breathing. I pressed myself into him, feeling his chest move, his hips shift.

His hands were all over me. "Mmmm, these are pretty great, you're right." He was squeezing my tits over my dress.

"Want to see them?" I asked, grinning.

"Show me. Do it."

I leaned into him. "Unzip it. Not all the way, just so I can get my arms out." I gathered my hair and held it to the side while he unzipped, and when I felt him get below my bra, I leaned back. Holding his gaze, I pulled my arms through the sleeves, letting the fabric drop down in front of me.

He ran his hands between my skin and the dress, down the sides. "Take it off, all the way."

"No," I teased. "One part at a time. Everybody's wasted, right? We don't have to rush. We have time to kill."

"Oh, that's what you're doing? Killing time?" He smiled as he said it, his hands still gripping me.

"I mean, yeah. This is better than eating finger foods alone in the kitchen, right?" My voice was low and soft, and I had my arms draped over his shoulders.

"A little bit."

"Yeah, just slightly."

"Slightly..." He grabbed me again and pulled me in for a kiss, finally. With his hands spread, palms flat on my arms, he pulled the straps of my bra down and then pushed down the cups. He broke away and looked down at me, exposed. "Fuck," he sputtered. "Fuck, you're so beautiful."

He took his time feeling my body. His squeezes were firm and deliberate, not frantic or desperate. I pressed my hips into his, but kept my hands on his chest, shoulders, and neck. We stayed like that, kissing, with licks and soft bites, the tension building.

Then, he broke away and pressed his palm against the front of my hip. "Turn around."

I did, and I felt him unzip my dress the rest of the way.

"Can I take it off now?"

I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor, then cocked my head back and to the side, grazing his shoulder, exposing my neck to him. "Yes. Yeah. Get me naked."

He pushed my dress down, hands between the skin and the fabric again, my tights still on. The dress hit the floor, and he stepped back, looking at me.

"No panties??" He asked, excitedly.

I looked back over my shoulder at him again and smiled. "Mmmm, no. I don't like how they feel with these."Still standing up straight, facing away from him, I grabbed the waistband of my tights, pulled them up, and then let it drop. I could feel my ass bounce down as the fabric settled back.

"Fuck," he breathed. "So fucking bouncy." He grabbed my ass with both hands. "I have to fucking squeeze it." He did, and I arched my back, leaning my shoulders back into him and reaching up to hang onto him, my palm wrapped around the back of his neck. He kissed and sucked my neck, my head cocked to the side. His mouth right next to my ear, he whispered, "You wanna get fucked?"

It felt like my body melted back into his.

"Yes. Yeah," I whimpered.

"Yeah? Okay. But you have to be quiet or everybody'll hear you getting fucked, right?"

"Don't you want that? You said you wanted that."

"I do," I could hear him smiling. "But it's fun to try to be quiet. What if I tease you? What if I try my hardest to make you make noise, but you can't?"

Fuck. My whole body was moving, pressing into him. I was so turned on that I couldn't keep still. "Yessss, okay. Yes. I can do it. I can be good."

"Yeah? Can you be good? Because it seems like you're bad. Can you be good, and be quiet?"

"Yes. Fuck. I can be good for you. I can do whatever you say."

His hands were all over the front of my body. He ran his thumb under the waistband of my tights and pulled it away from me, then let go so it snapped back onto my skin. I breathed in sharply, holding in a yelp. I pushed my shoulders into him again, looking back and up into his eyes.

I shook my head and smiled as I said, "Fuck you. Is that what you're gonna do to me? Make me hold in every sound I want to make?"

A smile crept across his face and he nodded yes. "Bend over," he commanded. "Grab the side of the couch."

I took a few steps forward, holding my gathered hair in one hand at the nape of my neck, looking back over my shoulder at him. My heels still on, I bent over at the waist and rested my elbows on the side of the couch. I was perpendicular to him now, my back flat across, and I watched as he walked over to me. My eyes dropped from his face to his body, and I saw him squeezing his hard cock through his pants. He was still fully dressed.

I followed his body with my eyes until he was behind me. I looked forward and arched my back as I felt him grab my waistband again. This time, he pulled my tights down, lowering himself down to pull them all the way to the floor. He pushed on my calf, signaling for me to raise my leg, and took my heel off. Then, after doing the same for the other shoe, he kissed the back of my leg in a wandering line as he raised himself up.

I heard him unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and push his underwear down. Then, his arm wrapped around my hip, his fingers and palm pressing back and forth between my legs. I kept my back arched, and he grabbed my hip where my body met my leg in the bend. I felt his hips pull back, away from me, and then I felt his cock slip between my legs. With his hand, he pressed it against me, thrusting it along my pussy until the head reached my clit, then pressing his hand closer as he thrust faster.

I bit my lip hard, until it hurt. I was breathing fast, and it was getting louder as I bucked back into him.

"No noise? You're gonna hurt my feelings. Maybe you don't like this? I can stop," He teased.

I reached back and grabbed his hand that was on my hip, pulling myself up against him. "Don't stop. I love it. I love how it feels. But fuck you," I laughed.

"Do you love it? I can't tell."

I gripped his arm and pushed myself back onto him, then I grabbed his hand that was pressing between my legs. I pulled it away, and pushed softly but firmly on the head of his cock, pressing it inside me. I immediately bent back over and started fucking back into him. I turned back to look at him and asked, "Can you tell now?"

He grabbed both my hips and threw his head back as he thrust deeper, harder, and faster.

The buildup had been so slow, so teasing, so deliberate. My whole body jumped forward with his thrusts, and I wanted to cum.

I reached down and rubbed my clit, fast.

"Mmmm," he growled. "What's the hurry? I thought you were killing time. You already want to cum?"

"Yes. Yes," I said, breathlessly. "It feels so fucking good, I can't stand it. I can't fucking take it, I want to cum."

He leaned over me, still pumping his cock into me. "Okay, baby. But be quiet. I wanna hear what you sound like when you cum sometime later, but now you've gotta be quiet."

My arm was bent and leaning on the side of the couch, and I rested my head in the bend. It didn't take long. As I rubbed back and forth, I could feel the heat spreading, feel the orgasm coming in waves. I was letting out hard breaths through gritted teeth, trying to stay as silent as I could.

The wave crested, my whole body felt release, and I let out a shaky moan. I couldn’t help it.

He ran his palm up my back to my neck, bringing his mouth next to my ear. "Shhhh, shhh, quiet," he said softly. "See? I knew you were fucking bad. You’re gonna get us in trouble."

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," I laughed. "I couldn't stop it."

As I caught my breath, I thought I heard my name from downstairs. I pressed myself back, head raised, and asked, "Wait, fuck, what time is it?"

"I don't know, what? Who cares?" He was standing again, still thrusting inside me.

"Stop a minute." He did, and the rhythmic sounds of his body pounding into mine stopped, too. This time, I definitely heard someone downstairs yelling my name. "Fuck!" I laughed "Did you hear that? She's yelling for me to come see the ball drop."

"You've got two balls dropping right here, baby."

I dropped my chest down, burying my face in my bent elbow again and laughed. "Noooo, that was bad. Really bad."

He was laughing, and leaned over, pressing his chest into my back. "It's bad luck if you don't kiss at midnight, right?"

I looked back over my shoulder at him and smiled, biting my lip. "Mmmm, yeah." I pushed my hips into the side of the couch, pulling away from him, feeling his cock drag slowly out of my pussy as I leaned forward and pushed back on his hips with my hand. I moved to the deepest part of the couch and sat, then used my heels to push myself back. I spread my legs wide as he climbed on top of me, arms bent on either side of me, propping himself up.

As he pressed back inside me, we heard the countdown start. They were drunkenly yelling downstairs, and he softly counted along with them, thrusting into me with each passing number.

"Ten... nine... eight... Play with your clit. Can you cum like this? Again? Five..."

I was close again, really close. The thought of all the people below us, oblivious to what we were doing, made my whole body feel electric.

"Think of them screaming your name. Think of them calling for you. Yeah? Cum, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me, start my year off so fucking good."

He kissed me as the ball dropped. There was an eruption of sound, and I bucked up into him, my fingers working the electricity through me, milking the feeling and making it last. As I clenched around his cock, I heard his breath change.

"Cum," I said, frantic and desperate. "I want you to cum, too."

"Where?" He was breathless. One word answers were all he could manage.

"In my mouth, I want to taste it."

He shuddered and let out a sharp breath. His thrusts slowed, almost completely.

"Can you cum with all this noise?"

"Yes." He looked up at me and grinned. "Be ready."

I smiled back at him and palmed my tits as he sat back and pulled out of me. With one hand under my knee, pushing my leg towards my body, he pressed his cock right up against the edge of my pussy. Almost inside me, but not. He wrapped his hand around it and pumped back and forth, his thumb hitting my sensitive clit with every thrust. I clamped my hand to my mouth to stay quiet.

Then, his breathing got more erratic, and he snapped his face up to look at me. "Ready?" He asked.

"Yes, fuck. Get up here!" I held my arms out and wrapped them around him as he crawled up my body, straddling my chest.

I held his shirt up, my palm flat on his stomach as he thrust his cock into my mouth. I felt him press into me, shaking, as I stared up at him. His grip on the back of my head softened, and he pulled out and laid down next to me.

"Fuck," he said, breathing hard. "I just came down your fucking throat like 20 feet from so many people." I turned towards him and smiled, pressing into him, feeling his warm body on mine.

Then, his eyes popped open and he lifted his head. "I heard my name, shh."

We both listened, and we heard both our names. We had become a topic of conversation.

"They missed it! They both missed it! Where the fuck are they?" We heard it and looked at each other, eyes wide.

And then, staring right at me, holding my gaze, he coughed. Not a real cough. A "notice me" cough. Then he did it again.

The talking stopped downstairs. I felt my eyes get wide with panic, but I was smiling. I brought my finger to my mouth. "Shh! What the fuck!" I whispered.

He looked at me, innocently. "Oh, sorry, I couldn't stop it."

"Yeah fucking right," I teased.

Then, voices from downstairs again. "Did you hear that?" "Yes! Like a cough?" "Where'd it come from?" "Are they in the loft together?" "Go, go, go!" The sounds of people scurrying towards the stairs.

We hurried off the couch, scrambling. I pulled my dress up, shoving my arms in the sleeves, and my feet into my shoes, and grabbing my tights off the floor. He was behind me and pulled me towards him, backwards, by the hip. He zipped my dress all the way up and I turned around, my tights wadded in my hand. I looked at him with wide eyes. "What about these? I don't have time to put them on!" He grabbed them and shoved them in the front pocket of his pants as he tucked in his shirt. I gathered my hair into a ponytail with my hands and flipped it behind me, smoothing it down just as I heard them round the corner into the hallway. I wiped the corner of my mouth with my thumb and looked back at him with a smile.

As they burst into the loft, I said, "Hey," I paused, then took a breath. "What'd we miss?"

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