Getting Fucked in the Bathroom at a New Year’s Eve Party [MF]

If you’ve been reading my stories, you know its been thrilling for me to be able to talk about and chronicle some of my exploits… so… many of you know from my past story that I’ve been home for the holidays, and I got to hook up with a high school crush, Mark. Mark was a bit taller than me, lean, brown haired with an oval face and a light perma-scruff beard.

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*If you haven’t read my stories before, my name is Riley. I’m 26 years old, and a bit of a girl-next-door type. Specifically, I’m a 5’4” brunette with brown eyes, I wear my hair long, a bit past shoulder length, and I stay pretty toned with cycling classes. I’m no supermodel, but I’ve never had trouble attracting a guy (or even a girl).*

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Back in high school Mark and I had talked regularly, but we hadn’t ever hooked up or anything like that. We re-connected on Tinder during this break, and we wound up hooking up in the back seat of his car.

We had kept texting occasionally, but hadn’t really been able to break away from family gatherings for the rest of the break.

But he mentioned he was going to a friend’s house for a New Year’s Even party, and since I was going to be around, he suggested I come along too. I didn’t know the friend, although apparently we went to school together.

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Mark and I decided to meet up there, since he was heading over relatively early to hang out, and I had dinner plans with my family.

So when I drove over around 9pm on December 31st, I texted him when I was close by and he greeted me at the door.

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It was really nice to see him again. He looked great in a light blue button-down shirt and a herringbone blazer, and we gave each other a hug and a light kiss on the cheek. Feeling his body brought back memories of our time together a few nights before.

My mind briefly was filled with thoughts of his fogged up SUV, of us awkwardly pulling each others’ clothes off, of me lowering myself down on his cock…

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Smiling, and pushing the thoughts out of my head, I suggested we go inside, and he opened the door for me.

I gathered later that the house we were at belonged to a girl who had graduated from my high school a year before me, and had married and stayed local. There were probably 40 or 50 people there for most of the night, and it was a fairly spacious suburban house.

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As the night went on, Mark kept liberally bringing me drinks, and by 11:30pm I was leading a small group of us who were dancing in the living room to sloppy dance hits of the last year.

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I motioned for Mark to join me, but he shook his head (some bullshit about “not being a dancer”).

That was fine – I was dancing with some other girls I had just met, and I didn’t mind just ignoring the rest of the world for a few hours while I partied.

I think I looked pretty good – I was wearing a red dress with my hair up, black leggings because it was cold, and some jangly necklaces and things. I had taken my shoes off to dance.

Whenever I looked up, I could see Mark watching me, even when he was talking to other people – if you know me, you know how unashamedly greedy I am for this attention…

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A few others joined the “dance floor”, which was really just the living room with a TV on mute showing the New Year’s Eve festivities around the world. There were maybe 8 of us girls, and then 3 guys joining as well.

As we danced as a group, I got closer to two of the girls, and we wound up grinding and dancing off each other. At least one of the girls was also there with a date, and we were definitely both showing off for our guys (even if we also were enjoying each other).

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The guys were relatively bold too, and soon one of the bigger ones was making moves on me, apparently unaware that Mark was my date that night.

He came up behind me a few times and tried to dance closer, and I could tell Mark was watching, his blank face seeming to be a mix of jealousy and curiosity, but it was a bit hard to tell.

Still, he wasn’t dancing.

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I wasn’t really into the guy that kept coming on to me as we danced, but I also didn’t mind him and figured he’d maybe jolt Mark into joining me. So I looked over my shoulder, eyeing him up and down, inviting him to come closer, which he did.

I still have no idea what his name was.

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I wound up in between him and a girl who was also dancing, and the three of us grinded and danced together to songs like Havana and Thank U Next.

When the guy was particularly close to me, I could feel his erection pressing into my ass, and of course I could feel the sweaty heat from the girl on the other side of me.

He may have even noticed a little secret I was keeping that night… under my dress I was wearing my dark leggings, but I had completely skipped underwear that night, something I had planned to tease Mark with.

The scandalous nature of a stranger’s cock rubbing against my bare ass (except for the thin dress layer) was an incredible turn on, and I started wondering if I should be more careful about this stranger that was quickly getting intimate with me…

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I barely even noticed that it was nearly midnight until someone turned down the music and turned up the TV, where the broadcast was playing the New York City ball drop.

As the ball came down (“5… 4… 3…”) I could sense the guy behind me shuffling and trying to catch me eye, perhaps hoping for a kiss at midnight?

I looked around for Mark, not seeing him where he had been earlier…

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With only a second to spare, Mark emerged from between two other people, and saddled up beside me.

With cheers of “happy new year” and those annoying kazoo things, I looked up and Mark bent over to kiss me.

(I didn’t see the other guy for the rest of the night, haha.)

Mark’s kiss started out celebratory and fun, but then I sense something hungrier, and I could tell the jealously of watching me with another guy had been building in him all night.

He reached around my waist and grabbed me close, and he lips opened to eagerly taste my mouth…

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It was intoxicating, and I remembered all the reasons I had been crushing on Mark for years, and how hot it had been to finally have him just a few nights before…

The dancing had gotten me worked up, and I was glad Mark was there to

It took me a few seconds to become aware of the room again, and I grabbed Mark’s hand and suggested we leave.

I was thinking his car, but as we moved out of the living room, I saw someone exiting a bathroom down the hall and I had a better idea.

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We made our way down the hall, and closed the bathroom door behind us. I barely had it shut and locked before Mark was kissing me again, and his hands were all over my body, touching me through my light red dress.

I instinctively reached down and started unbuckling his belt, and unzipping his jeans.

He pushed me against he bathroom counter, which had a single sink and plenty of counter space on either side.

His hands moved up my waist to my breasts, feeling through the light fabric while he kissed me deeply, his tongue running along my tongue, deep inside my mouth.

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His heavy attention was making it hard for me to focus on getting his pants off, something I deeply wanted…

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I backed up further into the counter, hopping up slightly so I was sitting on it, my legs spread with Mark standing in between them.

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I had his zipper down and started pushing his pants and boxers down, and his cock lept up, still partially covered by his hanging shirt.

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He kept kissing me, while his hands ran across my thighs, quickly exploring further up my dress, reaching to touch the part of my ass that wasn’t sitting on the counter.

At this point, he also discovered that I wasn’t wearing any panties, and as I grabbed his cock, I could tell how horny he was, how desperately he wanted my pussy…

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I shifted my hips towards him, letting my dress hike up on my body. His pants were around his ankles, and he still had on his shirt and sport jacket. His cock was stretching out from his body, pointed directly at me.

My dress was now mostly around my waist, and my bare ass was on the counter, with my wet pussy just inches from Mark’s throbbing cock.

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I shifted my weight forward again, and he suddenly grabbed my back and hips with his two arms, and pulled me towards him, with his cock suddenly against my body.

I gasped, grabbing his dick once again, and guiding it from my stomach area to my pussy. It was warm and hard in my hands, and familiar from a few nights ago but still exciting, making my lust for him deeply.

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Rocking my hips back slightly, I wrapped my legs around Mark and leaned back a bit, guiding the head of his cock to my pussy. He paused for a second, then pulled me towards him, so I was just sitting on the edge of the counter and his cock was suddenly deep inside me.

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I yelled out a bit in deep pleasure, and hoped the music was enough to muffle any noise coming from the bathroom.

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With my arms up around his neck, I laid my head on his chest and held on to him with my arms and my legs all wrapped around him as he fucked me.

Unlike in the car, he was completely in control, and he fucked me with a deep passion that showed how much I had been driving him crazy all night.

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Like before, we hadn’t even thought of a condom, and his bare cock thrusting in and out of me was so overpowering I could barely think of anything.

I had spent the last hour or so grinding with some fairly attractive people on the dance floor, and being able to immediately have a cock inside of me after that was satisfying on a level I can’t even describe.

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As Mark thrust deep inside me over and over again, I let myself moan louder in his ear, consumed by pleasure and satisfaction.

His hands reached down to grope my back, my ass, my thighs… and I felt him reach under me and easily lift me up, with both of his hands now supporting both of my ass cheeks, and his hips simultaneously thrusting into my pussy while I held on a grinded into him.

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He swung me around and started fucking me against the wall this way, holding me completely off the ground as though possessed with super human strength.

Even as he lifted me with each thrust, my entire focus was on his warm, rock hard cock inside my pussy, and how good it felt to have him inside of me.

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I could feel my own wetness running down my legs, and I looked up from his body, realizing I could now see us in in the mirror…

I had a clear view of his bare legs and part of his bare ass, and my legs wrapped around his hips. I could see him pushing my up against the wall, and see his body pushing into mine over and over.

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The combination of sights and sensation were enough to push me over the edge, and I felt myself coming hard.

“Oh my god Mark don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop…”

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I buried my face in his chest, and gripped him hard with my whole body.

My pussy gripped his cock tightly and my eyes shut hard as I almost screamed into his chest, “Oh fuuuuuuuuck….”

With that he was also cuming, his cock exploding deep inside of me, and my pussy suddenly filling with his warm semen.

I let him thrust again and again, panting out of breath and hoping he didn’t drop me.

We both felt our orgasms subside, and he let me down from his perch, my dress falling down over my legs and our combined cum running down my legs.

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Out of politeness and horniness, I got down on my knees and licked some cum off his cock, feeling it twitch with sensitivity.

After I cleaned us both up, we kissed passionately and returned to the party. As we walked out of the bathroom, we could tell from the short line outside that we hadn’t done a great job of being discreet.

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