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Archive-name: Couples/newyear.txt

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Archive-title: New Year, A





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.



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