Bang in the New Year

Story by srb

This is just a quick plot-what-plot story. Girls snowed in, guys far away, one’s a futa, other doesn’t 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 fun…)

Under 18? Get out. Illegal in your area of the country? Try Alt+F4. Don’t want to read it, ditto. This is copyright me, so don’t call it yours. Feedback can be left here. I created all the characters, they are all fictional, and any relevance to anyone living or dead, is incidental

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 wasn’t greatly planned. And since I don’t plan on having these people being continuing characters in any major story, ala Terra, they are pretty much nymphos. And I’m close to finishing the next chapter of Terra, just waiting to edit it a little bit more thoroughly, and besides, I don’t want two competing stories out there vying for attention. And this is time appropriate.(Of course SciFi is always time appropriate…)

Bang in the New Year

By srb

Jennifer sighed and silently cursed to herself as she hung up the phone.

“Was that them?” Amy asked, her hopes raised by the phone call.

“Yeah,” Jen sighed. “Looks like we’re celebrating New Years by ourselves this year,” she said before dropping herself onto the couch next to Amy.

“They still can’t get out of the storm?”

”They got in an accident. Turns out a tree came out of nowhere,” Jen said with a smirk. “I’m so pissed they went skiing in the first place, but to miss New Years, Argh” she said, balling up her hand into a fist.

“At least we won’t be alone” Amy offered. “Besides, that means we have about a half dozen bottles of champagne to ourselves!” 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.

“Well, at least there’s that. What do you want to watch this year?” Jen asked, flipping around the tv stations.

“I don’t care, just not Dick Clark, he always freaks me out, I think he’s a zombie or something!” Amy blurted out.

“At least we won’t have to watch the stupid Sportscenter thing Randy and Paul wanted to watch,” Jen said, pouting.

“Lets crack open some of these and get going” 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.

“Whoa, easy there girl!” Jen said, her hand sinking with the heavy glass she had just been handed.

“Why bother, with this storm I’m gonna be stuck here anywhere, and I’m not too afraid of you taking advantage of me,” she replied with a big gulp.

“Oh, yeah,” 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.

“I think we’re out of booze,” 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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