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I RESOLVE TO ONLY DO WHAT'S COMFORTABLE
Michelle
After our midnight kiss,we clink glasses and sip our champagne. Everyone around us is toasting and laughing, and Manny comes bounding up.
“Happy New Year!” he crows and then kisses both Greg and me on the cheek.
“Who’d you kiss at midnight?” Greg shouts at him. The music has started back up, and around us, people move to the beat again.
“Everyone!” Manny shouts, and Greg and I look at each other and crack up. Manny bounds off again, and I watch as he gives Giselle and Bernice loud, smacking kisses on their cheeks too.
Greg tilts his head to the edge of the crowd, and I nod, following him, and we pour two more glasses of water.
We chug them and set the glasses down, and Greg leads me further away from the party. He stops under some string lights in the trees and tugs me towards him.
My mouth is back on his, our tongues tasting each other. Greg’s body is warm pressed against mine; his erection seems to have never gone away.
He pulls back, slowly peppering kisses down my cheek and neck. “What next?” he whispers against my skin.
I play with the open collar of his shirt, letting my finger skim the hint of chest hair there, my heart pounding with anticipation. I don’t know exactly how much I want, given everything I’ve been through, but I want something more than kissing. “We could go to your place?”
His hands shift on my hip and squeeze. “I’m sharing with Manny, and he’ll be ready for bed at some point. You don’t want to go to your room?”
I wrinkle my nose. “It feels like returning to the scene of a crime.”
“Hey,” Greg’s voice is sharp and surprises me. He presses a finger to my chin, tilting my face up to look at him. “What happened is not a crime, it’s your body. It’s also where we watched movies together in bed and slept next to each other and where I took care of you.” He presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “Let’s go there.”
God, he’s great. “Okay.”
He spins and takes me by the hand, pulling me along. “We don’t have to do anything, obviously. But I would love to sleep next to you again.”
I can feel all the pent-up tension in my body, and the excitement of finding release zings through me. “I want to do some stuff.” I don’t know what yet, but something.
He flashes a grin back at me, and we climb the steps to my door. Once we’re inside, Greg presses me back against the door and kisses me. Now that we’re in private, the intensity skyrockets. My hands trace over the stubble of his cheek, the smooth skin at the back of his neck, the hot muscle of his shoulders underneath my hand.
His hands are everywhere too, and eventually, our bodies are grinding against each other. Just like on the dance floor, Greg’s erection presses into my hip, and I’m thinking very much about all the stuff we could be doing instead. But I don’t want to stop kissing him.
His thigh fits perfectly between my legs, and with each roll of his hips, I’m squirming. Greg pulls away from my lips and looks down at our gyrating hips. My dress covers everything, but he breathes out a curse anyway. “That’s so hot. But, god, I don’t want to stop kissing you.”
Greg’s lips are back on mine, though we’re both breathing too hard to truly kiss anymore. He nips at my lip; I flick my tongue over his Adam’s apple.
“Can you come like this?” he asks.
“No.”
His head drops to my shoulder, and his hips slow. After a few breaths he breaks away from me, his hand gripping his hard-on through his shorts. “I want you to come so bad. Please.”
When I got dressed for the party, I was thankful to be wearing a flowing dress that would hide panty lines from my underwear. I’m still spotting a little bit, I think, so I’ve got a panty liner on, and while I trust Greg when he says he doesn’t care, I’m still self-conscious about it, and I don’t think I want anything inside me right now.
Greg runs a hand through his hair and shifts, his hand squeezing his cock again, and that gives me an idea.
“I’m going to go use the bathroom. When I come back, could we masturbate together?” I bite my lip. “I want you to watch me and jerk off.”
Greg stares, mouth slightly open. It’s just enough that I think I’ve gone too far, scandalized Dr. Hasten, but a beat later, he’s tearing the shirt over his head, not bothering with buttons. I hear one of them ping against the wall on the other side of the room.
I run to the bathroom and throw away the liner—almost completely clean—and pee. I don’t bother putting my panties back on; just wash my hands and step out into the room.
