Kate and I had only been dating for about seven months by the time we went to that New Year’s Eve party.
She was, is, my everything.
We had actually met back in college, earlier that year. We had a class together during our last semester before graduating. She sat next to me and was friendly at first. It took me a while before I realized she was flirting with me. But, despite my obliviousness, she stuck with me. Once I registered the fact that she was flirting, we out and it was awesome.
I always thought she was attractive, with her short, black hair always kept in an even smaller bun, her sharp brown eyes that always felt like they saw right into my soul. She had long, muscular arms that made me feel safe when she wrapped them around me. Kate was a little taller than me, but she made me feel like I was as small as a puppy when she picked me up to kiss me. She’d wrap her arms around my waist and ever so gently lift me to my tippy toes, smile longingly, and then kiss me, each one like the first time. She constantly gave me that soft, warm, fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
She was also sexy as hell. Her left arm was covered in a sleeve of tattoos, which is a personal weakness of mine. Quotes, hearts, and symbols, all meaningful to her, covered the area from her wrist to her shoulder. We’d often lay together in bed, sometimes after having sex, sometimes after having spent the whole day together, and I’d ask her about the different stories behind each of her numerous tattoos. I’d lie there, curled up next to her, and point to different ones on her arm. She’d tell me the story, and I loved listening to her because it made her seem so vulnerable. She would talk about how one represented a personal struggle she went through, or an accomplishment she wanted to celebrate. It was so deeply personal, so emotional, and it connected us.
In addition to the tattoos, she was also super confident in the bedroom. Like, confident in her skill, and confident as in like super dominant. And yes, I was more submissive, I’ll admit. She would come into the apartment after a long, stressful day at work and just point to our bedroom and say “Get in there, now.” That commanding force of hers naturally made me horny. By the time I’d get up off the couch and run into the bedroom, I’d already be wet enough for her to start fingering me right away if she wanted. Of course, she never went right to that. She took her time, touching me all over my body, caressing my long, brown hair, and kissing me. I always let her do whatever she wanted to me. It just felt so good to be used like that.
By New Year’s Eve of that year, we were moved in together and loving every second we spent with each other. We had just gotten home, after spending the holidays with my family, when Kate said she was invited to a party through work.
“This girl’s having a party at her place New Year’s Eve, and she’s like, dying to meet you,” she informed me.
“Ooo, you gonna show me off?” I teased.
She just grinned. She put her hand on the top of my head and ruffled my hair.
“Stop that, you know I hate it,” I said while laughing.
“I can’t help it, you’re just so damn cute,” Kate replied.
Despite the fact that she was older than me only by two months, she liked to think she was much older than me. It annoyed me, like when she would pat me on my head, or call me “kid” or “kiddo,” but deep down I kind of liked it. Sure, it made me feel small and helpless, but it also made me feel cared for. Just another way I felt like a dependent puppy to her. Another way she was dominant and I was submissive.
The next couple of days were excruciating. For both us, work had really become stressful that month of December. We hadn’t had sex or even fooled around all month. Then, when we finally got some relief for the holidays, we went to my parents’ house and we sure as shit weren’t going to have any fun there.
But that didn’t stop either of our libidos from calling it quits. We thought about each other constantly during the day, but when the night came, we were just too tired. So when we got back from my parents’ place, I thought for sure as soon as we both walked into our apartment and put our bags down, Kate would give me that look and command me to go into the bedroom. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
Instead, I made an advance and she put a stop to it immediately. “Not yet, baby girl,” she said, hands clasped over mine, “not yet.”
The next day is when she told me about the party. I knew what that meant. She wanted us to continue to sexually starve ourselves so that when we went to the party and got shitfaced, we’d come back home and just fuck each other’s brains out. She didn’t say any of that, but she didn’t have to. I understood completely.
So we finished out the week, which was incredibly hard to do given how horny we both were. But then New Year’s Eve finally came around, and I woke up so excited.
I jumped out of bed and danced around in the kitchen in my pajamas where Kate was already up and making breakfast.
“What are you so happy about?” she asked, half laughing.
“I know what today is,” I sang.
“Oh yeah? And what’s today?”
“There’s gonna be a party,” I continued singing and dancing, “in my pants!” With that last part, I got up behind Kate and started to grind on her.
She started laughing. I looked over her shoulder and saw the eggs she was making. They smelled delicious. I told her so.
“Good god, Veronica, you’re like a child sometimes,” she said.
“What?” I asked in a slightly wounded voice, pulling myself away from her.
“Nothing. It’s cute on you,” she said, turning away from the stove to look at me.
She smiled. I smiled back.
We ate breakfast over eggs, toast, and poorly phrased innuendo. It didn’t matter. It was happening. Tonight.
We spent most of the day getting ready. As I was in the shower and she was at the sink, I asked “What should I wear?”
“Something hot,” she said. “And easy to get out of,” she added after a few seconds.
I smiled a giddy smile to myself in the shower.
In the end, I did my hair in a half ponytail, put on a little makeup (primarily around my eyes like mascara and eye shadow), painted my nails white, put on tiny faux diamond earrings, and wore a maroon-colored dress with three-quarters sleeves. The dress was incredibly tight, and also incredibly short. To finish it all off, I wore a pair of nude heels.
When I stepped out of the bathroom to meet Kate (who was always ready to go first), she gave a wolf whistle to signify her approval.
I approached her and spun around so she could get the whole 360 view. “Whaddaya think?”
“Damn, Veronica…” Kate trailed off as she looked me up and down.
I’ll try not to sound vain, but I know I looked sexy. My breasts pushed nicely, but not obnoxiously, against my dress, which highlighted my thighs and my ass. My legs themselves were shapely (shoutout to dance lessons) and you could see miles of them given how short the dress was.
Was it too much for a New Year’s Eve party at someone’s house? Probably. Did I like to dress up all fancy and sexy before getting fucked? Definitely.
Kate meanwhile had on a pair of black jeans (my favorite, actually, because they were extra tight around her hips and butt), Adidas sneakers, and a denim button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off some of her tattoos.
Was her outfit more appropriate for the party? Probably. Did I still find her incredibly sexy, imagining her ripping of her shirt and the buttons flying off while she ravaged me? Definitely.
We stood there for a moment, admiring each other’s bodies. Then Kate went and grabbed her keys. She put a hand around my waist and said “After you.”
I led us out of our apartment, but not before Kate gave me a swift and unexpected spank. I squealed a little, my face blushing, but didn’t turn back. She followed me down and out of the building to the garage where her car was parked. Her hand had moved down to my butt and squeezed it gently as we crossed the garage floor. Once inside her car, she put her hand on my thigh and kept it there the whole ride over to the party.
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We arrived at the party around eight o’clock. As Kate and I got out of the car, we could already hear the music playing. She put her arm back around my waist and we walked up to the front door of the building. We took the elevator up to the top floor. Lauren, the girl whose place we went to, had texted Kate to just come in, the door was unlocked. As I swung the door open, Kate once again gave me a sharp spank. A tiny one, but it still made me jump. I bit my lip and smiled as we walked inside.
Lauren’s apartment was nice. It was big and open, and there were already around thirty people inside. Straight out ahead of us was the kitchen table which had several different snacks on it. Beyond that, the apartment opened to a room that had an L-shaped couch and two chairs in it. The TV, opposite of the couch, was on and was showing the New Year’s Eve party in Times Square. In between that room and the dining room, one hallway extended to the left and right, presumably to the bedrooms. To our immediate left was the kitchen.
As we walked inside, we turned into the kitchen and saw two girls there. One of them turned around and exclaimed “Kate! You made it!” The girl ran over to give Kate a hug. A rather long one for two people who were just friends and had seen each other two days ago.
“And this must be Veronica,” the girl said after the hug finished.
“Yup. Babe, this is Lauren.”
We hugged and exchanged pleasantries, and she seemed nice enough. She had that little bit of arrogance that comes from having money, and she looked like the stereotypical rich white girl, but she didn’t seem mean or anything. Still, that hug bothered me.
Kate got right to business.
“So, where’s the booze?” she asked, looking around the kitchen.
“Oh my god Kate, you are so funny,” Lauren said, and she put her hand on Kate’s arm.
It was too friendly. Too familiar. That, and the hug, and the way she smiled at Kate…I’m not the jealous type, but something about Lauren rubbed me the wrong way.
“It’s all right there,” she said, pointing to the row of kegs in the corner. She smiled devilishly at Kate. “Go easy on ‘em,” she said and winked. She then left to go back to whatever she was preparing in the kitchen.
We walked over to the keg and Kate grabbed a solo cup.
“What was that all about?” I asked, standing next to Kate.
“What was what all about?”
“‘Oh my god Kate, you are so funny.’” I did my best to make my impression of Lauren sound dumb.
“Can’t help it if bitches like me,” Kate joked, handing the filled solo cup to me. I just stared at her.
“Jesus Veronica, it was a joke,” Kate continued, grabbing another solo cup and filling it.
She was right. I was getting worked up over nothing. Maybe I was just defensive because I was so excited for tonight.
“I’m sorry,” I said quietly.
“Don’t sweat it,” she said sweetly, and we clinked our plastic cups in cheers, then downed our beer.
Over the next couple of hours, I was introduced to several of Kate’s coworkers, some of whom I remembered, some of whom I should’ve remembered, and some which I had never met before. I lost count of how many beers I had after Kate filled my third cup, by which point I was feeling kind of frisky. At one point, “Wannabe” by the Spice Girls came on.
“Oh my goooooood, Kate, we have to dance!” I slurred. I dragged Kate with me away from where we were standing and over to some open dance space. I loved to dance, having taken ballet, hip-hop, and pointe since I was a kid. Kate wasn’t much of a dancer, but she indulged me from time to time.
It’s not like Kate didn’t get anything out of dancing, either. After all, she got to watch me dance. And the kind of dancing you do when you’re drunk is either embarrassing or sexy. I always did sexy.
We danced close to each other, sometimes grinding, sometimes kissing. At one point, when my back was pressed against her chest and she was kissing my neck, her hand went under my dress. I gasped at the sensation of her hand brushing against my upper thigh and at the potential embarrassment if anyone saw us.
“Kate, not here…” I whispered as I pushed her hand away.
“Shhh…” she said as she continued to try to get under my dress. Her touch tickled my inner thigh and I felt myself getting warm and flushed. I giggled. I wanted to protest, but I was too drunk to stop her and her touch felt too good for me to want to stop her.
It had been too long. Even though she just laid her fingers on my thigh, I felt my lips start to moisten.
Just as I was getting used to the feeling, we heard some commotion coming from the kitchen. Kate turned to look around and muttered “Shit yeah!”
I turned around and saw people clearing off the kitchen table and setting up a game of beer pong. Kate took her hand away from my thigh (which was disappointing) and took my hand, leading me to the table.
We joined the crowd as two guys started playing.
Once the game ended, Kate yelled she wanted next game. She gave me a little nudge as she went to one end of the table. “Let’s go girly,” she said as the table was being reset.
I bit my lip and walked over to the other end of the table. I had seen people play beer pong before, but I had never actually played it myself. Once all twelve cups were set, the game was on.
“You’re first, baby,” Kate taunted from the other side. People all around me were cheering. I grabbed one of the ping pong balls and tried to bounce it off the table and in. I came close, but the ball hit the rim of the cup and bounced away, falling to the floor. I stamped my heel on the floor as the crowd exhaled in dismay.
Kate was smiling. She casually took a ball, bounced it on the table in front of her, and let the ball fall on to the back of her hand. She dipped her hand forward slightly, and the ball started to roll down her fingers when she suddenly flicked them up and the ball launched into the air and came down solidly into one of my cups. The crowd went nuts, and Kate just smiled at me. She then cocked an eyebrow as the crowd settled and said “Drink up.”
I gave her a look to show I was unimpressed and grabbed the cup. I tossed it back and chugged to the chanting of the crowd and then dropped it on the table once I was finished.
I grabbed another ball and steadied myself. Once again, I tried to bounce it in and this time I completely missed all of Kate’s six cups. I slumped my shoulders and cursed under my breath.
“It’s all in the wrist,” Kate said as she grabbed a ball. She then slammed the ball hard on the table and the ball went up in an arc, almost touched the ceiling, and landed with a satisfying plop! sound into one of my cups.
“All in the wrist,” she repeated and the crowd again went crazy. “Drink up.”
I huffed as I swiped the cup from the table and quickly chugged. I started to feel a little dizzy at this point.
Oh shit, I thought to myself, now I’ll never get one in.
But I soldiered on. I grabbed one of the balls and held it to my chest the way a bowler does before they walk out and swing. I closed my eyes to help steady myself. Some people were cheering me on.
I opened my eyes and shot the ball out, again going for a bounce. The ball hit the table and bounced towards the cups. It hit the inside rim of one of the cups, and instead of bouncing out, plopped into the cup.
People were cheering. I shot a look across the table and said “Drink up, buttercup.”
She smiled and tried to laugh it off, but I could tell she was a little impressed. She drank up and slammed the cup back down.
The game went on, back and forth, with each of us only missing a handful of times. I even caught up to Kate, and it all came down to each of us only having one cup. By then, I was feeling super drunk on both alcohol and adrenaline as I competed with Kate. It was my turn to go. I grabbed a ball and went through the same motions I had when I first sunk a ball. It bounced and, miraculously enough, it went in!
I cheered along with the rest of the crowd. It wasn’t over yet, though; Kate still got one last final shot. She gingerly rolled the ball over in her hand, feeling the weight of it, gauging her throw.
A thought suddenly appeared in my head. I knew how to win. I grinned stupidly over at Kate.
“What?” she said.
“I’m gonna win,” I said flatly.
“That so?” Kate responded, a touch of nervousness hidden beneath a mountain of confidence.
“Yup yup,” I said, standing up straight and still flashing that dumb grin.
I waited for the throw. Kate lingered, knowing it was her last chance. Kate could be pretty competitive, and although she wasn’t a sore loser, she also hardly ever lost at anything, especially if she and I played games or sports. But here I was, playing a game I’d never played before, about to win. It was making her nervous. And I was relishing the moment. Winning was within my grasp, and I knew how to make Kate miss.
She’s gonna be pissed, I thought and laughed.
Kate got ready like she was about to take a free throw. She bent her knees and held the ball firmly in her hand. As her body shot up, I quickly pulled up the front of my dress. It revealed the little pink thong I was wearing, and my plan worked. Kate totally got distracted and the ball flew clear over the table behind me. Everyone’s eyes were on Kate, but a few people saw what I did. I didn’t care. In fact, in that moment, it felt really hot that strangers saw me flash my girlfriend.
The crowd of people cheered at my victory, and some people even started singing Queen’s “We Are the Champions.”
Kate’s face was flushed. She was trying to wrap her head around what I had just done. One of the guys standing next to Kate lightly punched her arm and said “Your girlfriend’s pretty hot.” I didn’t hear him, but Kate later told me. Under normal circumstances, Kate would’ve punched him back, but these were not ordinary circumstances. She just stared at me. I stared back smiling for as long as I could before I was swept up by the crowd of people high-fiving me and congratulating me. After they moved on and began to set up another game, Kate suddenly came up from behind me and whispered “We’re leaving.”
I turned around and before I could respond, she grabbed my hand and led me to the door. We left the apartment and Kate led me down the stairs, practically pulling me, ignoring the elevator. She barged outside into the night and I struggled to keep up in my heels while drunk. We went to her car and she nearly pushed me in. She came around and sat in the driver’s seat, but didn’t start the car. She just sat there. To be honest, I was getting nervous. Kate was never pushy like this. I was about to apologize to her when she swung around and started kissing me.
Her kisses were not soft. She practically forced her tongue into my mouth and down my throat before I even understood what was happening. I wasn’t sure what was happening exactly, but I knew I liked it, so I met her aggression with some of my own, both of us now competing with our tongues, trying to invade each other’s mouths.
She climbed out of her seat and moved over to mine, straddling me. We were still making out as she shifted over. She sat on one of my legs and began grinding her crotch on my thigh. We both moaned at the sensation.
Just as suddenly as she forced herself on me, she pulled herself away and shifted herself so that she sat on the floor of the car in front of me. She grabbed at the sides of my dress and said “Sit up.” I lifted my butt off of the seat and she pulled my dress up and over my waist. It took some wiggling since the dress was so fitting, but together we got it up. She then lifted herself back up to kiss me as her hand went and cupped my mound.
I let out a long moan. Even through the fabric of my thong, I could feel her fingers going to work. She easily glided them over my sex, the other hand cupping and squeezing my breast.
My arms, meanwhile, wrapped around her neck as we kissed. I couldn’t think straight. All I could think about was her touch, and the fact that her mouth tasted like beer.
She tore herself away from me and kneeled down again, this time grabbing my thong. I again lifted my butt off of the seat, and she yanked my thong down to my knees. She looked intensely at my pussy before looking up at me. She looked like she was a kid with a plate full of candy in front of them. I giggled at the wild look in her eyes and she moved in. She took one long, slow, forceful lick, sucking up my juices that were starting to leak out.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moaned.
Once she had finished her lick, she brought her tongue back into her mouth, then licked her lips.
“Fuck, you taste good,” she exclaimed. Without even looking up at me, she opened my door and got out. She closed it again and went around to the driver’s seat, where she got back in and started the car. She backed out fast and whipped back onto the road, going well above the speed limit.
I laughed. Once we were back on the road, I asked her the obvious question: “And what do I taste like?”
“Like a fucking treat,” Kate said grinning.
It made me laugh again.
“Try it,” she said.
“What?” I asked.
She reached over with her hand and slid two fingers inside my lips. I shuddered and closed my eyes, opening them once she had removed her fingers. She held them up to my other lips.
“Taste them,” she offered.
The thought seemed ridiculous. Who tastes their own cum? I laughed a disapproving laugh and gently pushed her hand away. “No, I’m good,” I said.
“Do it.”
The force with which she said those two words startled me. Still holding her fingers out, she turned to face me as we stopped at a red light. She had a very serious look on her face.
“Do it,” she repeated.
I took her two fingers into my mouth and sensuously licked my own cum off of them. It tasted weird. Kind of sweet, I guess. But it didn’t matter what I tasted like. While her face stayed the same, her eyes lit up as I licked her fingers. That was enough of a turn on for me.
The light turned green. She turned her attention back to the road. I reached out and put my hand on her jean-covered thigh.
“Masturbate,” she commanded, not turning her attention away from the road.
Without even a second thought, I reached down with my other hand and started to masturbate. My fingers gently rubbed my clit. I gasped and moaned at the pleasure. Every once in a while, Kate would turn to look at me touching myself and smile. She stayed silent for the rest of the drive, and I continued masturbating.
Once we parked, I fixed my thong and my dress and Kate hurried me along back to our apartment. She smacked my ass so hard on our way up I actually yelped.
“Keep going,” she said.
As soon as we got the front door open, we wrapped around each other and resumed making out. Kate slammed the door shut with her foot and pushed me up against the wall. She once again shot her hand down between my legs and began massaging my clit, sliding her hand past my thong.
After what seemed like hours, she whispered “Come on,” and led me to our bedroom. She turned me around and unzipped my dress. She helped me out of it, and I kicked off my heels. She then playfully pushed me onto the bed, while she grabbed and tore her sneakers off. Then she climbed on top off me and took my thong off, along with my matching pink bra. She laid on top of me and put her fingers in her mouth, wetting them, then stuck them deep inside me, so that her saliva and my wetness mixed and gave her fingers unfettered access to my deepest corners.
My body tensed up as my first orgasm worked its way through me. It was such a powerful release. Weeks in the making, it did not disappoint. My whole body shook, and I clenched tightly around Kate’s fingers. I grabbed at the sheets around me and twisted them in my hands. I practically screamed.
“That’s a good girl,” Kate coached me.
I was practically gasping for air by the time I finished. Kate then shuffled herself down between my legs and began to eat me out. I groaned as her tongue penetrated me. She had her arms wrapped around the back of my thighs for support. My hands rested on her head, pushing her deeper into me. Soon enough, I felt the trembling of another orgasm on its way.
My legs tightened their grip around Kate’s head as I came closer to climax, and then she did something she’d never done before. She very gently put the tip of her finger up my butt.
“Oh fuck!” I hollered at the new sensation. It was so sudden and intrusive it practically blinded me. It cleared my mind for about a second before the alcohol came back, leaving me a physical wreck as I hit climax.
“What the fuck did you do to me?” I said, out of breath.
Kate lifted her head from me, the area around her lips glinting with my wetness in the moonlight. “Don’t worry about it.”
She leaned up to me again and I thought we were going to kiss, but she went past me, bringing my arms up with her. “Besides, you won’t have much of a say anymore.”
It took me a minute for my mind to understand what she said. “What do you m-” but I was cut off before I could finish. Cut off by the sound of metal clicking into place. Cut off by the cold embrace of metal around my wrists. I didn’t understand what was going on.
I looked up and saw them. Cuffs. Kate had cuffed me to our bed. The chain connecting the cuffs had red and green string lights wrapped around them.
“Merry Belated Christmas, and Happy Friggin’ New Year’s,” Kate said, sitting on top me and smiling proudly. She reached over and grabbed something out of her nightstand drawer. It was red silk.
“Lift your head up, babe,” she said gently.
I did so instinctively. She wrapped the silk around my eyes, reducing my vision to nothing. This was the first time I’d ever been cuffed or blindfolded. I was nervous, but completely aroused. Kate must’ve noticed because she giggled. I felt her shift down and she lifted my legs up.
“Tell me if something hurts,” she said.
“What do you mean…” was all I could say before I felt Kate’s tongue breach my back hole.
She’s rimming me, I thought blankly. My girlfriend is giving me a rimjob while I’m cuffed and blindfolded.
Thinking back on it, I’m surprised I didn’t pass out. I was drunk, I couldn’t see, I was nervous and excited in equal measure, and I was having orgasms that lifted me to new heights I didn’t think possible.
Merry Belated Christmas, and Happy Friggin’ New Year’s indeed.
