Happy New Years – The True Story of [M]y Reluctant [F]irst [Bi] Experience: Part II – [MMF] [Long] [Very Long]

PART II:

Midnight came and went in a flurry of platonic kisses and cheap champagne. I managed to avoid Ashley completely, but was sure that the reprieve wouldn’t last long, as she remained determined.

The night had become quite awkward for me because I couldn’t interact with 1/3 of the party. I had to avoid Ashley as she would quickly re-ensorcell me and force me to do whatever she wanted. I couldn’t face Dylan due to the immense guilt over what had already transpired with his girlfriend (not to mention how unbelievably hot it was). I definitely couldn’t look Kyle in the eyes after getting caught drooling over his cock in the hallway, which was still surprising me as to how much I liked it. My mind was racing: Why did I do that? Why couldn’t I stop thinking about it?

I was starting to worry about how this night was going to end and how these events would forever change my relationships with several of my friends. I decided that the best course of action was to double down on my previous goal of getting shit-faced bombed. I proceeded down a long road of tequila, jägerbombs, bong rips and shot-gunned beers. Eventually, I stopped drinking long enough to step outside for a solitary smoke. I was on the deck looking through a window at the party and taking inventory of who was still awake and who was down for the night.

– Jess had passed out shortly after midnight, probably due to getting her brains fucked out shortly beforehand.
– Dylan had passed out in the middle of the living room after puking into the bath tub (in the only bathroom of the cottage).
– Rob, whose cottage it was, had quietly sneaked off to pass out at an undetermined time and we were unable to persuade him to rejoin the party.

As I’m on the deck, taking inventory and struggling to remain standing, Ashley joins me outside, walks right up to me and says:

“Y’know… we still haven’t kissed for New Years…”

“Didn’t we?” I asked, knowing full well that I had done my best to avoid this from happening, especially around Dylan.

“Yeah” she replied “you still owe me kiss.”

She reaches over a takes the smoke from my hand, draws a slow drag, inhales, purses her lips to blow out a long flume of smoke while staring me down the whole time. Without a doubt, the sexiest puff I have ever seen.

“I thought you didn’t smoke.” I say, taking my cigarette back.

“Well, I’m going to be tasting it anyways…” she says confidently, grabbing my coat and effortlessly pulling me in for a long wet kiss. We massage each others tongues and she runs her tongue along the back of my top teeth, something that drove me wild when we dated. I follow up by sucking the air out of her lungs, which causes her to pull away and gasp with a grin. She smiles and comes back in and kisses me even harder and run her fingers through my hair and along my neck, giving me goosebumps and causing all my hair to stand on end. I can’t resist and I throw my smoke away, squeeze her ass firmly and pull her in closer, proceeding into a total standing up make out session. I reach up and run my fingers through her hair, grab a bunch at the back of her head and tug slightly. She responds by moaning and bites my lip while grinding her crotch into mine and then immediately shoving her tongue as far back into my mouth as she can as I thrust back and suck on her tongue.

Then I hear people starting to come outside, so I quickly put distance between us. The rest of the drunkards decide to re-visit the hot tub and jump in with bottles of campaign in hand. They ask us to join in and Ashley seems reluctant, so I say that I’ll gladly join them and quickly change back into my suit and make myself another stiff drink.

The tub is quite cramped with 6 of us in there and as Ashley is the last to join she chooses to sit directly beside me. It’s not long before I feel her hand under the water, tracing its way up my thigh to my quickly expanding package. Once again I’m trapped and powerless to do anything but enjoy the feeling of her massaging my cock in front of a group of unsuspecting friends.

After a few minutes of her lightly caressing my cock, which is now aggressively pressing up against my swim suit, she manages to pull my suit down and expose my cock completely. She then stars to slowly jack me off, while still talking idly with everyone else. I however, am speechless. She starts vigorously moving her hand up and down, faster and faster and faster, and I am getting harder by the second. I can’t concentrate at all and know it’s only a matter of time before someone speaks to me and notices me just freeze up.

I need to stop this spectacle before it goes beyond the point of no return, so decide to put my hand under the water to take her hand off my cock, but instead I end up wrapping my hand around hers and helping her jack me off harder and quicker. I put my other hand under the water and start caressing her thigh and she quickly grabs it, spreads her legs and shoves my hand directly on her pussy. To my excitement she’s completely shaved and perfectly smooth, which only makes me harder. I start rubbing her clit with my fingertips and keep jerking myself off with her hand, while I continuously scan everyone’s faces to see if they can tell.

Everyone is too drunk and distracted and they all have no clue as to the action going on below the surface. I start sweating and feel like I could cum at any moment. I feel several pulses of precum leave my cock and in my mind I decide that I’m ready to finish right then and there. I start squeezing her hand on my cock and forcing her to go faster and harder. I increase the pressure on her clit and she starts to squirm and her skin begins to turn flush. Then the other girl in the hot tub, Steph, asks Ashley if she’s all right, as she is turning red and can’t sit still.

“No, no, I’m fine. Its just so hot in here.”

One of the guys jumps out to turn it down, and I notice that Kyle is staring intensely at Ashley and I from across the tub. An immediate sense of dread and embarrassment takes over and I freeze. Ashley either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care, as she continues to stroke my cock and grinds my hand hard into her pussy. I am so turned on, but petrified that we have been discovered. After a few minutes, Ashley must have sensed that something was off and slows down the jerking and eventually stops. As I take my hand back from her crotch she leaves her hand on my cock and keeps lightly stroking my shaft.

Kyle doesn’t stop looking between the two of us, with a highly inquisitive expression. At this point I am sure that he is on to us and I decide to get out of the tub. In one quick motion I knock her hand away, tuck my dick back in my suit, turn around so that nobody can see my erection and jump out of the tub. It’s so quick that I surprise and splash everyone in the process. I say that’s enough tub for me and wrap myself in my towel, successfully camouflaging my raging erection. Still in my towel I sit down on the deck, open a beer and light another smoke. A few minutes later, Ashley and Kyle follow by leaving the tub, but the rest of the people complain that they’re just getting started and have no intentions of getting out anytime soon.

After I finish my beer I realize that I need more alcohol and perhaps I should put my pants back on. As I stand up I realize that I am much drunker than I thought and struggle to not fall back into the hot tub. I slip my suit off from under the towel, hang it on the railing and go inside.

I head to the bathroom but can’t seem to find my pants. I figure this is probably because I’m drunk, so I try to concentrate and scan the whole room. After a few minutes I’m certain that my pants aren’t there, which is really confusing because I have no clue where they could be. I start stumbling around the house looking for my pants. I look under tables, behind furniture and even under the couch that Dylan’s passed out on. Then I hear someone call my name, and I’m pretty sure I know who it is.

I look up to see Ashley in her room, sitting at the end of her bed, with Kyle standing right beside her. She tells me to come over and I reply that I was just looking for my pants. She says that maybe they’re in there with her. I tell her that my pants wouldn’t be in there, but she repeats for me to come over, this time with the authority of a command and I immediately walk over and sit down beside her.

She is sitting in her white bathing suit bottoms with her navy hoodie on top, completely undone and showing off her ample cleavage, barely covering her nipples. I have no idea what is going on between the two of them as I come in, but nothing is making sense to me at this point in time. I express my confusion, promptly followed by exclamation as I see pants that look like mine at the foot of the bed. I pick them up and examine them to discover that they are in fact my pants. I’m confused as to how they got there and I turn back to ask what my pants are doing in the room and I see Kyle’s erect cock hanging inches from my face.

I can’t take my eyes off his cock as I hear Kyle say:
“Do you want to suck my dick?”

To be continued…

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