Gia and John think they can relax, having returned to their college campus. It's New Year's Eve, and they want to party like everybody else. Only, John sees Gia's boyfriend, Todd, walk into the dance club. Eventually, John can't restrain himself and he beats the guy up. Kicked out of the dance club, John and Gia walk home, where they seek to bang in a new year in their own special way. More
Gia and John think they can relax, having returned to their college campus. It's New Year's Eve, and they want to party like everybody else. Only, John sees Gia's boyfriend, Todd, walk into the dance club. Eventually, John can't restrain himself and he beats the guy up. Kicked out of the dance club, John and Gia walk home, where they seek to bang in a new year in their own special way.
This short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of oral and anal sex, as well as female ejaculation. As such, this short story is intended only for mature adults.
My first punch caught him straight in the eye, which sent him stumbling backwards. Wildly, he swung in response and caught me on the side of my head. I shrugged it off, and I leered at him. “That the best you got?” My fist met his other eye, and followed that with looping roundhouse to his lower jaw. Todd spun, falling to the dance floor. He tried to get to his feet, but I kicked him in the ribs for good measure.
Before I could do anything else, I felt arms snake around my waist, my neck, and my arms. I tried to thrash, to fight off all comers. I shook a few of them off me, but they came back with vengeance. Yet, four bouncers proved too much for me to handle. The dragged me though the crowd of curious onlookers, to the door to the club, and flung me out onto the street. Gia quietly followed, and with her arm under my armpits, she helped me to me feet.
We walked home in silence. I hung my head, afraid she was mad at me. After all, I had just ruined our night out on the town. I had effectively killed our new year’s eve party. I felt like shit, and the fact that Gia wasn’t talking scared me even more. It was a long walk home. Words defied me; I tried to think of something to say, an apology, but nothing would come. In the back of my mind, I was triumphant, righteous. Plus, the adrenaline from fighting still hadn’t worn off. Still, it didn’t matter if I felt like I hadn’t done anything wrong; I hate having my Gia mad at me.
Only, she was far from pissed; I quickly found that out. Once I closed the apartment door behind us, Gia spun on her heels and was quickly all over me. She pushed me against the door, and I could feel her pert breasts mash against my chest. Her mouth roughly pressed against mine, and her lips frantically parted mine, and she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I could taste the rum and cokes she’d been drinking all night. Despite her ferocity, she kissed me with her eyes closed, and one of her legs slid between mine. Our lips parted long for a moment with less than an inch separating our faces.
“I like it when you feel the need to protect me,” she breathed. “It makes me feel so wanted.” Then, she resumed her fierce kisses against my face. ...