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New Year (orgy)
by Katreryn
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Mark had not enjoyed New Year's Eve since the year in high school when
he and Buddy waited outside the liquor store and scored a bottle of
gin a college guy bought for them. Since then, he'd gone to polite
parties, made uneasy chitchat, and left alone soon after midnight.
Still, Mark had been glad when Buddy phoned him at the dorm. New
Year's party at Greg's house. Sure, why not? Now, as he drove down the
hill toward Greg's, Mark began his pre-party confidence rap:
Weight: check. Actually I'm thin right now. Tall, dark and thin. Hair
looks good. Sharp new sweater. Remember to drink the first beer fast.
Be loose. Smile. Circulate. Meet all available women. Look into their
eyes, deeply, deeply. You are irresistible, sensitve, patient--oh, so
patient. Hell, I was patient with Dora. Left high school a virgin.
Wish I'd stayed one after laying that nympho Margaret while Will
watched. Okay, this party isn't a swap meet, just the old gang looking
for a good time. And this year, I am going to have a good time!!
And it wasn't a bad time at all. Ten guys, ten women, about half
couples, half singles. Mark downed three beers trading notes with the
guys, and then found himself warmly reminiscing with Sue, his first
date ever in junior high. Sue was majoring in forestry at UC Davis and
had been seeing a guy named Robert for more than a year. That
revelation made Mark both time-conscious and guilty that he was losing
interest in Sue's story.
Mark politely disengaged, then wandered into a conversation with Buddy
and Janet, seldom shall they part, Walter and Vivian, and Elaine.
Elaine. A monument, Elaine. Nearly straight A's in high school,
friendly but aloof. Promising curves. Dark, curly hair. A too-
understanding look. Mark had not been ready for an Elaine, and now, as
he glanced up at her, a sensation of chilling anxiety overwhelmed him.
Elaine was not smiling at him the way people smile at parties. She was
smiling as if he had returned from the seas, as if ...
"I was hoping you'd be here, Mark."
(Okay, get it together. Steady, steady. Smile. Good.) "It's great to
see you Elaine. How's Berkeley?"
Unbelievable. The others were wandering off. Elaine walked up to him,
The Smile playing across her soft, wise face. "Berkeley has its
moments, but I want to know about you. Let's sit down somewhere."
Detour for beer. A couch. Elaine: "Mark, I don't want to make you
uptight, but I promised myself this if you were at the party, so here
it goes. In high school, I always hoped you'd take me out. I was too
shy to do anything about it, or about dating at all. I know we're
different now, but maybe we can leave early and find out about each
other.
Twenty after midnight. Mark and Elaine at Howard Johnson's, ignoring
burgers. Mark, wondering whether he's simply digging being wanted or
whether the incredible pull he's feeling toward Elaine is real. She
tells him about her two lovers, her two breakups, the pressure of her
studies, the longing she feels for a relationship with all the
trimmings--care, support, sharing. There's no question about the
entree.
Mark relates his non-history candidly. "Dora and I were shy, even
after a year. I think our shyness about sex kept us from getting close
in other ways. At UCLA it's been a lot of studying, a few dates and
that magic encounter with Margaret. But this is going to be my year."
"Do you know what you want, Mark? What's your image?"
"Equal parts libido and friendship. She's a bit overwhelmed taking
care of her Uncle Fred's summer home at Malibu. She spots me one day
as I'm handily repairing the dorm bike rack. She asks me if I can lend
her a hand at the beach. The beginning of an epoch."
Elaine, smiling and shaking her head with delight: "My folks are in
Hawaii and one of the kitchen cabinet doors is loose. Want to tempt
fate?"
In the front door two steps and locked in a clinch. Elaine's lips like
melting butter, her tongue gently inquisitive. Mark's hands wildly
stroking her back, her sides, her ass. Elaine, clutching at his
shoulders, rubbing his hair.
On the floor, frenching, tearing off each other's clothes. His tongue
rolling through neck hollow and down, into the valley of her breasts,
now up, reveling in the firmness of her left nipple. She moans as he
sucks, hard, his right hand moving to her other breast, stroking,
kneading, pressing and rolling the nipple. His left hand finds her hot
and moist. His middle finger probes, joined by an index finger with
radar for her clit. Her moans become higher, shorter bursts that spur
him to stronger movements with his fingers, harder stroking with his
tongue as he sucks. With a sustained scream Elaine arches and comes.
Mark has never felt so virile, competent and hot. Resting on an elbow,
waiting for Elaine's panting to subside, he focuses on his cock. (Fuck
her, you're gonna fuck her hard, fuck her, fuck her.) It's turning him
on too much. He shakes off the sensation and blurts: "Pill, you on the
pill?"
"Yes, and no diseases. If you have any problems, say so fast," and she
slides around to his ramrod and takes the head in her mouth, rolling
her tongue around it, sucking. Mark lets out a loud "aaaaaaaaah!!" and
reaches for her ass. He pushes her to him and plunges his tongue into
her. She is slowly moving her lips up and down on him, grabbing
handfulls of his ass. Mark's going to pop soon, but he is light years
beyond restraint. Unbelievably, she rolls under him, and says, "Go."
Mark manages four strokes and explodes.
In the shower together. Mark: "Why me, Elaine?"
"I liked your mind, and I thought you were cute. I fantasized about
you. I can't believe it's happening like this."
"Shut your eyes, Elaine." Kneeling down to her, tongue on her, in her,
the hot water playing on his back, her taste and silkiness and the
return of her moans reawakening him. Thinking he could die this way.
"Mark, it's so intense! Let's dry each other off."
As he tamped at Elaine, Mark was struck by the whiteness of her skin
and the beauty of her breasts, large, firm and crowned by delicate
pink tits, hard nipples. Her hand reached for him, found him ready.
"Perfect," she said. They both laughed as his cock bobbed.
In bed. In Elaine. Enjoying self-control, and her moans, her soft
walls, her breasts, her. Steady, serious strokes. Elaine's feet up and
around him. "Give it to me Mark, do it." Mindsnap. Banging, pumping,
fucking her, hard. More, more. Fucking, fucking, and that scream
again, high and sustained. Mark felt the come rising. He slammed
again, again, as hard as he could, his mind flashing vivid emerald
patterns as an incredible spurt surged through him and his screams
joined Elaine's. Mark blasted and yelled, felt turned inside out, saw
colors never seen, felt pleasure beyond imagination, and then, still
pumping and never wanting to stop, he snapped clear. There lay Elaine,
gasping and smiling, still moving with him. Their eyes gently engaged
and they held each other tightly as the aftershocks subsided.