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True tales of off the wall parties.  I have a totally unforgettable New Year's Eve story to share with you guys! My boyfriend and I live in New York, so we normally go to a friend's house or local dive to bring in the New Year. But last year we decided to go into the city and watch the ball drop. As you can guess, by 11:45 the crowd was literally crushing, and I could barely see anything with all the drunken people in party hats throwing confetti and spilling alcohol everywhere. You couldn't even hear anything over the party blowers and the yelling. The throng swayed, pushing us forward and side-to-side. That's when I felt my boyfriend's hands slip under my jacket and up inside my shirt. He gently began circling and tweaking my nipples. As the crowd pushed against us, I felt his body tight against me and his cock like steel pressing up into me through our clothes. I lifted the back of my short black leather skirt and pressed back. He fumbled with his jeans for a moment, and then slid his cock up inside me! He began to fuck me in the middle of the crowd! I couldn't believe it, but it felt so fucking good, I just ground back into him. But no one seemed to notice or care! Next thing I knew the ball began to drop and it was the last 10 seconds of the year. The New York masses screamed the last part of the countdown, "3� 2� 1!" As the last second rang out, I came hard and he shot his load into me. It's still one of the best orgasms I've ever had.- Hillary C., New York, NY Oh, What a Night�  I've never shared this story with anyone, so here goes. I'm a straight guy, no two ways about it. But there was this one New Year's Eve party years ago� I was at this club with my boys and we were all looking for someone to get with. You know, someone to kiss at the end of the countdown. It's a kinda weird tradition to kiss a stranger at midnight, but who am I to break tradition? So I had my eye on this tall, hot blonde in red heels. She had it going on, curves, tits, ass桰 figured I didn't have a chance in hell. She was just laughing it up at the bar and surrounded by all these guys. But she kept looking over at me. By that point, I'd had a few� okay, more than a few. They call it liquid courage, and I was about as courageous as I was gonna get before falling flat on my ass. So when she walked away from the bar, I made my move. She actually smiled when she saw me come over. We started talking and it turns out her name was Rachel. We talked pretty much the whole night, and really got into each other. Not only was she hot, she was funny as hell and really smart. When it came time to countdown, I was ready. We were standing on the dance floor and, at the stroke of midnight, we kissed. But it didn't end there, we just kept kissing. I moved slowly from her full red lips to her luscious white neck. When I did that, her hands slid down and grabbed my ass! Things started to get hotter, she let my hands go all over� over her tits, down her hips, over her ass. I had her up against a wall when I decided to go for the gold. I moved my hand from her thigh up under her tight red dress and... I found a dick! But to this day I don't know if it was 'cause I had too much to drink or what, but (and here's the kicker) it turned me on. She was hard as a rock and so was I. That's when Rachel asked me if I wanted to come home with her. But even though I bet you're dying to know what I did, I don't wanna share what else happened that night. All I can say is, "what a night!"- Tom R., Philadelphia, PA Eating In on New Year's Eve  I don't understand why everyone thinks you have to go out on New Year's to have a good time. Why bother with all the crowds, the traffic, the drunk driving? I mean, seriously, why would I want to go out when I could stay at home with Kate? She's so cute, she looks just like Betty Page with her blunt black hair and emerald green eyes. And her body? My Katie could've given Betty a run for her money any day. Last year's New Year's was our best ever. We decided to celebrate out on our balcony, which overlooks the city. The night started out innocently enough with candles, soft music, two glasses and a bottle of champagne. But the more we sipped, the flirtier Katie got. It wasn't long before she was in her bra and panties, high-heeled feet kicked up on the railing to show off those gorgeous long legs of hers. As the fireworks started going off in the distance to mark the beginning of 2002, I got down on my knees and moved up between her legs. She giggled, obviously a bit tipsy as I pulled her panties down. But her giggle became a gasp when I began to tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. I'm sure there were party people out there who could've looked up and saw us, but we were in the moment, and she sure didn't seem to care. I began to finger fuck her as I went down on her, enjoying the way she moaned and played with her nipples. One of the things I love about Kate is the noises she makes, she gets loud. So, just as she was about to come, she grabs my head and starts screaming "Oh yes! Make me come!" I could hear it reverberate throughout the neighborhood, but only for a second, because then she clamped her thighs tight around my head. I couldn't help but smile as she shivered and sank into her chair. I love Kate, and I don't care if the whole neighborhood knows it each and every New Year's.- Chris B, San Francisco, CA
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