The chilly December air kissed my cheeks as I stepped into the bustling New Year's Eve party. The room pulsated with the bass of the latest pop anthems, a candy-colored kaleidoscope of lights dancing across the ceiling. My girl best friend, a stunning blonde with a smile that could outshine the disco ball, looped her arm through mine, pulling me closer to the heart of the festivities. Her eyes sparkled with the same excitement that buzzed in my chest. We'd known each other since kindergarten, shared countless secrets, and tonight, we were both feeling a little rebellious.

As the clock ticked closer to midnight, the anticipation grew. We turned to face each other, our eyes locking in a silent dare. A devilish grin played on her lips as she leaned in, her soft breasts pressing against my own. I felt a thrill of excitement, and before I could fully process what was happening, our lips met in a kiss that was both familiar and electrifying. The crowd around us erupted into cheers and confetti rained down as we deepened the kiss, tongues exploring, tasting the whiskey from the champagne we'd just shared.

My guy friend, who'd been watching us from the sidelines, had a look on his face that was a mix of shock and something... else. Something that sent a shiver down my spine, a look that made my knees weak and my stomach do somersaults. His eyes, usually so playful, had darkened with desire, and his cheeks flushed a deep shade of red. He was aroused, and there was no mistaking it. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, and it was clear he was thinking about more than just the New Year.

I couldn't resist the urge to tease him, to push the boundaries of our friendship a little further. We'd always had a bit of a flirty banter, but this was new territory. With a coy smile, I approached him, my hips swaying to the beat of the music. His eyes dropped to my chest covered in glitter, and I knew he was thinking about my massive tits. I leaned in, whispering in his ear, "You've got something I want to taste." Without waiting for his reply, I took his hand and led him into the bathroom, the beat of the music fading as we stepped away from the dance floor.

In the dimly lit bathroom, the scent of cheap perfume and alcohol hung in the air, but it only served to heighten the tension between us. His hand was shaking as he locked the door behind us, and I couldn't help but chuckle at his nervousness. "You know you want it," I murmured, reaching down to stroke the bulge in his pants. His cock was huge, straining against the fabric, and the heat radiating from it was intoxicating. I dropped to my knees, my heart racing as I unzipped him, my mouth watering at the sight of his thick, hard member.

Without a word, I took him in my mouth, feeling his cock fill my throat. He groaned, his hands fisting in my hair as I began to bob my head up and down, my tongue swirling around his tip. The taste of him was like nothing I'd ever experienced before, a mix of salt and sweat that only made me crave more. He grew even larger as I sucked him off, his hips thrusting in time with my movements, and I knew he was close to the edge.

I glanced up at him through my lashes, watching the ecstasy play out on his face, his eyes tightly closed as he let out guttural moans of pleasure. I felt powerful, in control, and the thought of bringing him to climax like this was intoxicating. I deep-throated him, taking his entire length with ease, and didn't even struggle for breath. His grip on my hair tightened, and I could feel his legs tremble slightly as he fought to hold back.

The room was a haze of lust, and my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, but my body knew exactly what to do. My hand wrapped around the base of his cock, my mouth moving in a rhythm that seemed to sync with the bass from outside the door. Despite his size, I took him deep, feeling the muscles in my throat relax and adjust to accommodate his thickness. It was like my mouth was made for this, made to pleasure him in a way no one else could.

As a lesbian, I never thought I'd find myself in this position, but the power I held over him was undeniable. He was at my mercy, his body responding to my every touch. My eyes locked on his, and I could see the desperation in them, the need for release. I loved the way he looked at me, like I was the only person who mattered in the world, his eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and disbelief.

I pulled back slightly, my teeth grazing the sensitive underside of his cock. He gasped, his hips jerking, and I knew he was trying to hold back. "Not yet," I whispered, a wicked smile playing on my lips. I continued to tease him, my tongue flicking at the slit before I took him back into my mouth, sucking harder than before. The feeling of his cock in my mouth, the way he responded to me, was addictive. It was like I'd discovered a secret talent, a way to make a man beg for more, even though I'd never wanted one before.

My breasts, which I knew he couldn't help but stare at, felt heavy and sensitive. My nipples were hard, and I ached for my girl friend's touch, but I pushed that thought aside for now. This was about the power I held in this moment, the way I could make him moan and writhe with just a flick of my tongue. It was a thrill I hadn't expected, a rush that had me questioning my own desires.

When he told me he was about to cum, I felt a strange sense of urgency. I quickly stood up, his cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. The bathroom was cramped, and the sink was the only place that made sense for what came next. I took his hand and guided it to my breasts, watching as his eyes grew even darker with lust. He squeezed gently, and I could feel my own arousal building.

With one hand, I gripped the edge of the sink for balance, and with the other, I took his thick shaft in my hand, stroking it with a firm grip. His breathing grew ragged, and he leaned against the wall, his legs shaking. "Cum for Mommy," I whispered in his ear, feeling a thrill as the words left my lips. It was a line I'd heard in porn, but saying it to him, feeling his cock throb in my hand, it felt so much more intense.

He let out a strangled groan as he exploded, ropes of cum shooting into the sink. I watched, fascinated, as it splattered against the porcelain. His body tensed, and his eyes rolled back in his head, the expression on his face one of pure ecstasy. I'd never seen a man cum so hard before, and the power I had over him was a heady feeling. I continued to stroke him through his orgasm, his warm seed coating my hand.

When he was finally spent, his body went slack, and he leaned against the wall, panting heavily. "Happy New Year," I said with a wink, using the hem of his pants to wipe off my hand. He managed a weak smile, his eyes still glazed over from pleasure. I could see the confusion in them too, the question of what had just happened between us. But it was a question for another time. For now, we both knew the secret that lay in that tiny bathroom.