I was still sitting there at the kitchen table, scraping the last bits of egg off my plate with my fork, trying super hard not to look up too much because every time I did it was just trouble.
Mom was across from me, sipping her coffee slow, and that black lingerie she had on kept shifting whenever she moved, the front opening up a little more to show her smooth belly and that tiny thong underneath, the lace part barely covering anything down there, making my face feel all hot again.
Bella was right next to me, her tank top so tight on her D-cups that they kinda bounced when she reached for more bacon, nipples poking through the fabric clear as day.
My sweatpants were not helping at all with hiding how half-hard I was getting, and I kept shifting in my chair, hoping nobody noticed while I finished eating quick.
Mom set her mug down with a little clink and smiled at us, her long black hair falling over her shoulder and brushing against her huge F-cups that were spilling out of the lace bra, looking so heavy and soft.
"So, I've been thinking," she said all casual, like it was no big deal, "what if we throw a New Year's party here? Just something fun, you know, with music and food and maybe some fireworks outside if the snow stops. What do you guys think? It could be nice to celebrate properly."
I kinda froze for a second because parties weren't really my thing, not ever.
All those people crowded together, bumping into you, loud music thumping in your ears, everyone laughing and talking over each other until it all just blurred into noise that made my head hurt. I'd always end up stuck in a corner or hiding somewhere quiet, feeling awkward while everybody else seemed to have fun easy.
"I'll invite some of my friends from work, and relatives, and definitely the neighbors too, Chloe's family for sure. It's been ages since we all hung out together."
Chloe. Just hearing her name made everything change inside me, like a rush of warmth hitting my chest hard, because if her family came that meant Chloe would be here, in our house, close enough to talk and laugh with, maybe even find a quiet spot during the party to finally tell her how I felt, give her that necklace I'd been carrying around in my mind.
My heart started beating faster, and without thinking I blurted out, "Yeah, Mom, that sounds awesome. We should totally do the party."
Bella stopped with her fork halfway to her mouth and turned to look at me, those eyes narrowing like she was trying to figure me out.
"Hold up," she said, smirking a little with that usual sassy tone, "since when are you all excited about a party, Rob? You hate them. Remember Sofia's birthday last year? You spent the whole night in the kitchen washing dishes just to avoid the crowd cause it was 'too much.' So what's different now? Why you grinning like that all sudden?"
My face got super hot right away, and I shifted again in my seat because her leg brushed mine under the table accidentally, her bare thigh warm against my sweatpants, and those red shorts were so short I could feel the softness of her skin.
I tried to play it cool, grabbing my orange juice and taking a big gulp to buy time, but my voice came out kinda stuttery anyway. "It's... it's nothing, Bella, seriously. Just feels like New Year's is special this year or whatever. Fresh start, you know? No big thing."
She rolled her eyes hard and uncrossed her arms, which made her tits bounce back a little with a soft wobble that I saw out the corner of my eye, her hand coming over to shove my arm playful but firm. "Yeah right, whatever you say, dork. But if we're doing this stupid party, can I invite Lara?"
Mom laughed that warm laugh and leaned forward to grab Bella's empty plate, her heavy breasts pressing against the table and pushing up so much cleavage, the sheer mesh showing hints of her areolas through it, and when she bent a bit the thong pulled tight between her ass cheeks from behind. "Of course you can invite Lara, sweetie. Bring any of your friends you want—the house is big enough. And Robbie, you should invite yours too. Those boys Max and Ethan, right? It'll be good to have some guys your age around here for once, instead of just us girls all the time."
Thinking about Max and Ethan made me nod slow, cause they were basically my only real friends from school, the ones who'd been with me since forever. Max was the rich kid, living in that huge house with everything fancy, his dad always away on business trips so Max had the place to himself a lot, throwing hangouts with games and food and whatever. He was chill most times, always joking around easy, but he was a total pervert too, always talking about girls' bodies in class, rating their boobs or asses when teachers weren't looking, sharing dirty videos on his phone during breaks. Ethan was the same, maybe even worse, with his messy hair and that cocky smile, always staring at cheerleaders and saying gross stuff about what he'd do to them, but they were loyal to me, always having my back even if they tried dragging me into their horny talks all the time.
"Yeah, maybe I'll text them," I mumbled, pushing my chair back finally to escape the table before things got worse down there in my pants, Mom standing up to clear stuff and her ass jiggling soft under that tiny thong string as she walked to the sink, making me hurry upstairs fast.
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Next day
It was snowing like crazy outside, big fluffy flakes coming down thick and covering everything white, the whole neighborhood quiet except for the crunch under my boots as I walked to Max's place. New Year's Eve was tomorrow, and the cold bit at my face even with my jacket zipped up, breath coming out in puffs while I shoved my hands deep in pockets, thinking about the party and Chloe the whole way, that necklace waiting back home.
Max's house was huge like always, with the big gate and everything, and the watchman guy recognized me and let me in quick with a wave. Snow was piled on the sides of the driveway, and when the maid opened the front door she smiled nice, telling me Max was upstairs in his room as usual. The house was warm inside, smelling all fancy, and I kicked off my boots before heading up the stairs, but as I got closer to his door I heard thumping sounds and a woman's moaning.
"Ahh… Oh… yes harder… aaahn!"
I knew what that meant from times they'd shown me videos before.
I pushed the door open slow, and oh man, the room smelled like sweat and sex right away, hot air hitting me. There on the big bed was this hot maid girl with her short skirt hiked all the way up, on her hands and knees with her back arched deep and ass up high. She had nice full tits hanging down and swinging wild with every thrust, pink nipples hard, blonde hair messy all over, face red and mouth open moaning nonstop.
"Eeeh… Fuck me… ahhn… Yes… right there… oooh… Aaaah!"
It was super loud like she couldn't hold it in. I recognized her instantly, she was one of the maids that worked at Max's house.
Behind her Ethan was totally naked, sweating and gripping her hips tight, pounding into her pussy hard from behind, his dick all shiny and sliding in deep, making wet slapping sounds every time he slammed forward, her ass cheeks clapping back against him.
"Take it, yeah!" He smacked her ass sharp. and the skin was already red from before, turning even redder, jiggling like crazy with each hit and thrust, ripples going down her thighs while she screamed more,
"Ahh… Spank me harder… I'm gonna cum, oooh… god, aaahn… Yes… yes…"
Max was just chilling on the couch nearby in his boxers, drinking something from a glass, watching like it was normal TV, his own bulge showing but he wasn't rushing.
He looked up when I came in and grinned easy. "Yo Rob, what's up man? Come sit down, grab a spot. Ethan's almost done with her, Maria's loving it today. You want a drink or something?"
To be continued…
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