A New Year, A New Start

A New Year, a New Start



New Year’s Eve had always been special for Cally. She had never failed to leave a party unaccompanied and had some very memorable experiences to call on when she was alone in her bedroom with only her buzzing friend for company. Cally knew tonight would be no exception and in honour of the occasion and anticipated thrills to come, she had chosen her outfit with more care than usual.



Her black silk stockings were held securely in place with a satin garter belt, one part of a trio set of underwear she had purchased that afternoon. The dress, chosen with the same care, was of satin, the colour of sapphires. It clung to her naked breasts and accentuated her narrow waist. Coming to a stop a few inches above her knees, it exhibited her long, toned legs to the very best. The garter belt was the only piece of  lingerie she wore.



As she closed the heavy door and heard the latch fall, a sly smile played on her glossy lips. Tonight was not just any New Year’s party. Tonight she planned to teach someone a lesson they would not forget in a hurry. The spikes of her heels clacked on the drive as she made her way to the waiting taxi. She noticed the driver do an almost imperceptible double-take as she approached the vehicle. Cally, already in somewhat of a mischievous mood, could not resist giving the guy a glimpse of her naked pussy as she swung first one leg, then the other, into the back seat. The driver’s reaction created a warmth deep with in her. Yes, tonight was definitely going to be a good one!



Twenty minutes later, Cally sashayed into the foyer of the largest hotel in town. The notice board kindly informed her that the party she was attending was on the first floor. As the elevator carried her to the designated floor, she felt the heat building between her thighs as she wondered whether Marty was aware she had been invited. The look on Marty’s face as Cally entered the room betrayed the fact that no, Marty had not known Cally would be there. Cally noted the slight flush spread over Marty’s face. Embarrassment? Hope? Anticipation? She had no way of knowing, but the flush of pink gave Cally hope. At least Marty remembered her. Were there any feelings left on Marty’s part? Cally certainly hoped so and even if not, then that just posed a bigger challenge. Marty would be hers tonight of that Cally was sure. Whether for the night or the rest of their lives would remain to be seen, but the New Year was going to start with a bang and the fireworks over the river would pale in comparison.

Cally resisted the temptation to approach Marty immediately though God knew she wanted to. It was all she’d thought about for the past month! She took a glass of what she suspected was ’pretend’ champagne from a tray and took a sip. Her lipstick leaving an imprint on the glass.



Making small talk with a group of acquaintances was proving more difficult than Cally had imagined. No matter how hard she tried, she could not stop thinking about Marty. Her mind wondered uncontrollably to the last time they had been together. It seemed in one breath an age ago, in another mere seconds. The smells, the passion, the love, all still so vivid. Did Marty remember? Cally was about to find out.



“Hi there! How are you?” Marty’s green eyes flashed, blonde hair reflecting the lights from the Christmas tree in the corner. The air kisses on each of Cally’s cheeks were almost more than she could bare. Marty’s proximity made her knees weak. She felt her nipples harden and pucker and thanked the heavens for the now dimmed lighting.



“Marty! What a lovely surprise! I’m good thank you. How are you?”



“Ah Cally! You always were good! As I recall, very good!”



Christ all mighty! Cally hoped the trickle now threatening to escape her body, would be absorbed by the silk of her stockings.



“Shall we find somewhere a little quieter? We have so much to catch up on?”



Cally could only nod and smile, not trusting herself to speak. Marty took her arm and led her on to the balcony. She reached into the bag hanging from her bare shoulder and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. Without asking she lit two and passed one to Cally.



Taking the proffered white stick, Cally noticed Marty’s hand tremble slightly. Cally hoped beyond hope that she was not misreading Marty’s signals. She had been so sure of her own game pan; get Marty later in the evening when she’d had time to get a bit tipsy, whisper more than a few sweet nothings into her ear before enticing her to the room Cally had already booked and making love to her all night. Marty had thrown all Cally’s plans into disarray! It really hadn’t occurred to her that Marty would make the first move. All the time they had been together, Cally had always been the one to initiate things. It had been Marty’s lack of what? Inspiration, self-confidence, spontaneity that had eventually led to them parting ways. Cally had become frustrated, Marty resentful. The rows had increased in frequency and ferocity to the point even the frenzied love making which had always followed such out burst, was no longer sufficient to keep them together. Marty had stormed out, grabbing her make-up bag, briefcase and lap-top, had slammed the door and never returned.



For her part, Cally had been too proud to stop her. She had sulked for days, drank far too much wine before deciding life was too short and subsequently embarked on a self destructive but ultimately enlightening binge of cheap vodka and cheaper dates. It was after one particular bad date Cally had woken to find her tongue cemented to the  roof of her mouth and a total lack of recollection as to where she was let alone who she was with that she realised, running from Marty was not the answer. Her plan for New Year’s Eve had taken shape that morning back in the safety of her own home. Scalding hot water from the shower and the comforting scent of her expensive soap helped as she desperately tried to scrub away the previous few weeks.



Now, as the two ex-lovers stood silently smoking, all Cally’s carefully laid plans had gone to the wind. All she could do was think about Marty’s body and how much she wanted to rekindle the love they had once shared.



Marty’s voice jolted Cally out of her revere.



“Sorry. I was miles away.”



Cally noted a look of mild panic flash through Marty’s eyes. Instantly Cally decided it was time for an all or nothing approach.



“I was just remembering how things used to be. Marty, I miss you so much. I was stupid. My pride got in the way. I should never have let you leave! I certainly should not have let you stay gone. Christ I’m sorry. I totally understand if you can’t see a future for us, but…”



Cally couldn’t finish the sentence. Marty’s soft lips connected with hers. Gentle at first, their mouths remembered the familiar taste, the feel, the scent. Within seconds, the kiss became passionate. Marty’s tongue parted Cally’s lips and found it’s way between the sharp teeth as Cally opened her mouth to allow Marty access.



Reluctantly they broke the kiss. With foreheads touching, and hands resting on the other’s hips, both started to speak at once. Marty placed a finger over Cally’s mouth, hushing her.



“Darling, I’ve missed you more than I can ever say. We both made mistakes. Hey what two girls together aren’t going to fight uh? We are made for each other. We’ve wasted too much time already. I was really hoping you’d be here. I also prayed you would get tipsy and I’d be able to take advantage of you!” she smiled. “I erm, took the liberty of booking a room here, just on the off chance you understand!”



It was now time for Cally to laugh gently.



“I had the same plan! God were are both dizzy bitches aren’t we? How long do you think we have to wait before we can leave.”



“Fuck them. Come on. I’ve been waiting too long for this! Any way, half of them are already too pissed to notice we’re gone and the other half will be too hung-over in the morning to remember what time they left, let alone when we disappeared! Now, your place or mine?”



Cally could not resist stealing another long awaited for kiss. “Mine” she managed to breath.



Cally fished in her handbag for the card which would open the door not only to her room, but to a night of passion and, with any luck, a lifetime of love. Her hands trembled as she slid the plastic into the slot. She issued a silent thank you to the Gods that be that the door opened first time.



No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than Marty pulled Cally towards her.



Gone was the tentative kissing they had shared on the balcony not 15 minutes earlier. Now Marty’s urgency overcame her. She needed to show Cally just how she had changed while they had been apart. Gone was the quiet, submissive Marty. She had learned from hours of self practice and soul searching just what she liked and how she liked it. Cally had always been a more than sensitive lover, but she was Marty’s first proper lover and she had been frightened of appearing too assertive, too demanding.



The shock of the break-up, or rather of realising just how much she loved and missed Cally, had forced her to grow up. She had come to realise that she no longer cared what her parents or peers thought of her sexual orientation. Perhaps she had subconsciously been trying to prove them right; that same sex relationships could never work. It was during those dark, lonely nights, Marty had finally accepted her sexuality. No it was more than that. She had embraced it.



Cally was unable to speak and not only because Marty had not allowed her to come up for air yet! She had loved the old Marty, but Christ, this Marty was hot!



Marty’s hands were entwined in Cally’s hair, holding her head at the perfect angle to take advantage of her hungry lips. Their breasts, still encased in fabric, pressed tightly together, the hardened nipples becoming grazed by the friction.



Finally Cally broke free of Marty’s grasp. “God you are beautiful. I never told you that enough. You are the most perfect creature.” Cally drank in her lover’s face. The cat-like green and amber eyes, the small button nose topping off cupid-bow lips, now naked of lipstick.



Taking charge again, Marty slid her hand down Cally’s bare arm causing goose-bumps to chase their incessant path down the length of her spine. Marty laced her fingers with Cally’s and slowly yet deliberately, led her to the waiting bed. Marty sat first and beckoned for her lover to join her.



Simultaneously, they both kicked off their shoes and fell back onto the cool cotton counterpane. Marty could wait no longer. The rise and fall of Cally’s full breasts as she inhaled and exhaled was more than she could bare.



“Zip or hooks?” she asked.



Cally smiled. “Zip of course. Makes for easier release!”



She lifted her arm over her head allowing Marty sight of the partly hidden zip which ran from the top of her dress to just above the curve of her hips.



Deftly, Marty pulled the zip and drew the dress over Cally’s breasts and with the assistance of Cally, whose sole contribution to the exercise was to raise her hips, and tossed it in a heap on to the floor.



Marty gasped as Cally’s all but naked form. The black suspender belt and silk stockings were a perfect contrast to Cally’s tanned skin. The fact that Cally was not wearing panties was a total surprise. Perhaps she wasn’t the only one who had been making changes over the last few weeks!



The dark mound of curly hair was already damp, much to Marty’s amusement she could also see the slight glisten on Cally’s thigh signifying her readiness too.



Without removing her own clothing, Marty stroked Cally’s now heaving breasts. Despite her relatively diminutive size, Marty had been blessed with long fingers. For this she was eternally grateful for they enabled her to cup the fullness of Cally’s breast.



Alternating between squeezing and rubbing her palm over the bud of Cally’s nipple, she thrilled as the soft moans issuing from deep within Cally’s throat  became stronger and more urgent.



Cally’s hips raised and dropped, her feet rubbed impatiently on the bed cover. Her pussy was aching to be touched, but Marty had no intention of giving her what she so desperately wanted quite just yet.



Instead she took the nipple of Cally’s left breast into her mouth. Short, rapid flicks from the tip of a rigid tongue were interspersed with hard verging on painful sucks. Cally was already writhing, her own hands tugging at her hair. She gave up trying to swallow the moans. She knew she was about to come.



“Please… Finger me!” She was practically begging. God she’d never flooded purely from having her breasts sucked! What the hell had got into her?



“Shush baby. All in good time. We have all night. I want to enjoy you.”



Marty kissed Cally’s dry lips.



“I have a few surprises first. If you don’t have any objections that is.”



Before Cally could answer, Marty unclipped the tiny clasps holding Cally’s stockings to the suspender belt. She slipped the stockings clear of Cally’s feet and gathered them up. Cally had no time to react as Marty swiftly wrapped first on then the other around Cally’s wrists and tied them to the brass spindles of the headboard.



“Not too tight I hope. I don’t want to hurt you, just control you a little.” Marty obligingly informed Cally.



The smile on Cally’s face was all the answer Marty needed.



Marty rose from the bed and positioned herself right in Cally’s line of sight. What happened next completely stole Cally’s breath and any remaining pretence that she wanted Marty wholly and completely. 



With a skill Cally did not previously know she had, Marty began removing her clothes. Slowly, languidly, Marty’s dress was the first to fall revealing a pink silk bra, matching panties, a flat, toned tummy, slender hips and athletic, naked legs.



Sliding her index finger under the lace that topped her bra, Marty traced the curve of her breast for a moment before popping open the front fastening clasp freeing the pale flesh beneath.



As she had done to Cally short time earlier, Marty began to fondle her own breasts. She pushed them together, kneading and rubbing, sliding her hand, palm taught over the hard buds of her nipples.



Cally wanted so much to have those tender sweet mounds in her own hands. She wanted to lick and suck, kiss and nibble. Her pussy was not receiving any relief from the frustration and with her hands tethered, she was unable to provide that relief herself.



Observing the effect her actions were having, Marty gave into her own desires and threw herself whole heartedly into her performance.



Head back, eyes closed, Marty re-enacted the scene she had played in the privacy of her own room so many times over the last weeks.  One hand continued to pay attention to her breasts, while the other tacked it’s way down to her navel. She allowed herself to linger a moment, running her finger around the small, tight dimple before heading slowly down toying with the red curls which covered her femininity.



Cally was now groaning uncontrollably. It was more than she could take. With a shudder that shook her whole body, Cally came, her juices staining the cotton under her. Her toes curled so tightly it hurt. God why had Marty tied her up? It was unfair! It was cruel!



“Marty! Please!” Cally’s pleas fell on deaf ears. Marty was not quite ready to give herself over to Cally, there was more of the show yet to play.



As Cally watched mesmerised, Marty’s finger disappeared into her depths before reappearing glistening. Marty raised the wet finger to her mouth and ran the tip over her lips.



“Would you like a taste baby?”



Cally’s toes curled again and her hips once more left the bed.



Marty strode elegantly over to stand by Cally’s side. Once more she inserted her finger and brought it out wet. This time she traced Cally’s lips. Cally’s tongue flicked out, eagerly lapping up the few traces Marty had allowed her.



Before Cally could ask for more, Marty climbed onto the bed. She straddled Cally and finally allowed her to drink her fill. Cally ate with the hunger of the starved. She lapped and licked, nibbled and swallowed until Marty reached a body shaking climax.



Both women were now desperate to quench their desire. Marty released Cally from her silk bonds and lay on her back, giving herself over to the woman she loved.



Cally did not disappoint. Paying equal attention to each breast, she was finally able to feel the soft velvet of the mounds in her mouth. She took time to nibble each rock hard bud whilst one hand gripped and squeezed Marty’s buttock.



Unable to hold off any longer she inserted a slender finger, pushing it deep within Marty. Tweeking the nub at the very top, it was not long before the ir roles were reversed and it was Marty pleading for release.



“Harder, please! Come ON! I thought you’d missed me! Finger me, don’t fucking tickle!” Marty practically screamed.



Cally’s fingers flashed in and out, deeper and deeper, then shallow, toying, lingering at the very edge of the rim. Intermittently she removed her fingers totally and rubbed the sensitive, throbbing point of Marty’s clitoris, her efforts eliciting yet more expletives from the writhing form beneath her.



“Right bitch, if that’s how you want to play it! Roll over. My turn. Weren’t you begging for me to finger you? Well my darling you should be careful what you ask for!”



Marty wriggled free of Cally and pushed her onto her back. After checking the lubrication with her mouth and causing a second flood to erupt from Cally, Marty repaid Cally ten fold



Anyone watching may have thought the two women were fighting such were the shouts, groans, screams and cursing that filled the room. First one then the other would be begging and pleading, momentary pause in the tyraid the only indication that this was indeed a scene of love and passion not hate and war.



Neither acknowledged the chimes of the clock, the bangs of the fireworks or the raucous voices which proclaimed the start of another year. Blissfully happy in the arms of each other, their passion satiated at least for the time being, they cared not what the rest of the country was doing.



“Marry me Marty. I never want to be without you again.”

The proposal came as a whisper, the answer being a kiss.



As she drifted of into a contented sleep, the first for many a week, Cally thought this was one New Year’s Eve party that definitely ended happily.



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