This is a true story, from about 8 years ago. I was dating a fun and hot blonde girl, Melissa, and we had a group of friends that we would hang out with on occasion. A bunch of the group were new to town, and it was mostly females. I was a few years older than all of them, including my girlfriend.
The night started as just a normal New Year’s Night- figure out where to go after dinner. It was just the two of us, and the best answer was to head downtown, where the street would be closed for some midnight fireworks. We started pretty late, and so we had a couple of drinks before midnight. but nothing crazy. It was about 10 minutes before midnight when I spot two of the girls from the group of friends, with a guy. One of the girls was a hot brunette that I’d definitely thought about before, but we really were just friends, named Bri. The other girl (Lori) is average but cute, and the guy turned out to be her brother’s best friend. So I’m paying a little too much attention to the hot brunette Bri, and she’s sad because she has nobody to kiss at midnight. I try to get her to kiss the cop that is standing right near us, but she says it’s a bad idea. So I ask my girlfriend if I can kiss Bri -after- I kiss her. Shockingly, she agrees. So a couple minutes later, the fireworks start, literally. So I kiss my girlfriend, then I kiss Bri. It was pretty smooth and pretty cool with the perfect amount of tongue. After the real fireworks are finished, I suggest we walk to a nearby college bar. Poor Bri, her feet were hurting from standing so long, so I carry her out of the crowd and down the street a bit, until all five of us make it to the bar.