Bang in the New Year
Story by srb
This is just a quick plot-what-plot story. Girls snowed in, guys far away, oneâs a futa, other doesnât know, sex ensues, the end. No plans on this being a continuing thing, maybe just a pairing I have for random themed holidays. (Halloween would be funâ¦)
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This story contains f/futa, oral, and snowball. Oh, and no balls this time on the futa, I like to mix things up every now and again.
And give me a little break, I wrote this over the span of around seven or eight hours today, so it wasnât greatly planned. And since I donât plan on having these people being continuing characters in any major story, ala Terra, they are pretty much nymphos. And Iâm close to finishing the next chapter of Terra, just waiting to edit it a little bit more thoroughly, and besides, I donât want two competing stories out there vying for attention. And this is time appropriate.(Of course SciFi is always time appropriateâ¦)
Bang in the New Year
By srb
Jennifer sighed and silently cursed to herself as she hung up the phone.
âWas that them?â Amy asked, her hopes raised by the phone call.
âYeah,â Jen sighed. âLooks like weâre celebrating New Years by ourselves this year,â she said before dropping herself onto the couch next to Amy.
âThey still canât get out of the storm?â
âThey got in an accident. Turns out a tree came out of nowhere,â Jen said with a smirk. âIâm so pissed they went skiing in the first place, but to miss New Years, Arghâ she said, balling up her hand into a fist.
âAt least we wonât be aloneâ Amy offered. âBesides, that means we have about a half dozen bottles of champagne to ourselves!â she said, pointing towards the brown paper bag on the table, which held five bottles of decent champagne. Not great stuff, but moderately priced, domestic non vintage champagne.
âWell, at least thereâs that. What do you want to watch this year?â Jen asked, flipping around the tv stations.
âI donât care, just not Dick Clark, he always freaks me out, I think heâs a zombie or something!â Amy blurted out.
âAt least we wonât have to watch the stupid Sportscenter thing Randy and Paul wanted to watch,â Jen said, pouting.
âLets crack open some of these and get goingâ Amy said, already on her feet heading towards the bottles. She had to wait over an hour at the store, but it was her fault, waiting until seven on New Years Eve to buy champagne in the middle of a blizzard. She grabbed the corkscrew and opened up one of the bottles, opting to pour them into a couple of the boys beer glasses instead of bothering to be refilling the smaller wine glasses.
âWhoa, easy there girl!â Jen said, her hand sinking with the heavy glass she had just been handed.
âWhy bother, with this storm Iâm gonna be stuck here anywhere, and Iâm not too afraid of you taking advantage of me,â she replied with a big gulp.
âOh, yeah,â Jen said sheepishly, as she followed suit.
As the hours passed, so did the bottles empty. While at first Amy was the one primarily pouring the drinks down, after a few Jen loosened up and quickly caught up.
âI think weâre out of booze,â Amy said, holding the last bottle of champagne upside down over her head and looking up, and as a few drops fell
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