melody_happy-new-year

HAPPY NEW YEAR? by Melody

PART 1

“Hey, May,” Richey said, with a broad grin, whilst getting into her car. “Thanks for this, and for letting me stay over. I really appreciate it.”
“It makes sense; my place is nearer to Rachel's than yours, and, with the way the weather is predicted to get tonight, you are lucky that I didn't cancel.”
“Oh, and thanks for sacrificing your drinking.”
May giggled. “If I could drink, we'd be in a taxi. I'm on antibiotics for that chest and ear infection that I have, so, alcohol is off limits.”
“No alcohol at New Year? ...You poor git.”
“Tell me about it! I haven't had a sober Christmas or New Year since I've been old enough to drink.”
“When can you drink again?”
“In another four days; if the infection has gone.”
“Tell you what,” said Richey enthusiastically. “If you get the all clear from the doctor, I'll bring some booze around to yours, and we'll celebrate in style.”

“And why, would you want to do that?”
“Because I care about you; a lot. You're not only my sister's friend, you know. I'd be lost without you.”
“Oh give up!”
“You have been great, and, you know it. Since I came back, you have given me so much support, without asking questions.”
“It wasn't my place.”
“And, you stuck up for me, in front of the others. It was you that warned them, that they risked alienating me, if they weren't careful.”
May thought for a moments; he was right. “Have you told them? We're nearing 2008 Rich, you've been back a little over a year.”
Richey, visibly blanched. “They know a bit, like why I had to go, well, some of it. They also know why I came back.”
“What do you mean by 'parts of it' ?”
Richey squirmed, in the passenger seat. “I though I was dying.”

“Alcohol?”
“No, AIDS.”
“Oh fuck. Are you?”
“No, it was paranoia. I don't have HIV or hepatitis. I go for regular tests, and, when I do have sex, I always use a condom.”
“Were you too scared to have the tests before you left?”
“Yeah. I'd cut back on my drinking, and, my eating was better than it had been in ages. I wasn't having full meals, but more than was the norm. My weight loss still accelerated though.”
“So, what happened?”
“One night, I collapsed. Oh, it wasn't the first time, but I woke up in hospital. Apparently, I had gone into a diabetic coma.”
“Why didn't you come straight back home?”
“The anonymity was good; no one calling me Richey Manic, or judging my scars. However, what started as a blessing, soon became a nightmare. The longer I was away, the harder it was to come back.”
“What changed your mind?”
“I was in Brussels, at the same time that they were there, doing promo and stuff. Everywhere I went, I seemed to see them. I wanted to approach them, but didn't want to scare them witless! That's why I contacted Martin; if I'd have approached them in Brussels, Nicky would have had a heart attack!”

May saw from the corner of her eyes, how subdued and uncomfortable Richey was. “I'm sorry for Prying. You should have told me to shut up.”
“I don't mind, well, I do, oh, you know what I mean.”
“It reminds you of the hurt?”
“Precisely! I was a twat, to put my family and friends through that. I could have stopped it earlier, and, I should have.”
“Hey, don't beat yourself up. I can only imagine how hard it is to contact people that you love, after being away for so long.”

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“1!”
“Happy New Year!”
The cheers of the party crowd rang out in unison with the chimes of Big Ben.
The first person that Richey grabbed, to wish happy new year to, was May. “Happy New Year love!” he called, into her ear.
“Happy new year Rich!” She blew her whistle, took it out of her mouth, and kissed Richey. “Have a good one!”
Richey smiled, pulled her closer, and kissed her passionately, gasping for breath when they parted. Richey nodded out to the balcony, and led her our by her hand.

“Fuck, it's cold out here!” Despite the freezing temperature, May gasped in awe at the fireworks exploding overhead, in a multitude of colours.
“Before the others get here,” Richey said nervously. “I want you to know that I am not pissed, and that I mean this...”
“Oh?” She was straining to hear over the cacophony.
“I think I love you.”
“Richey!” She gave him a playful dig in his ribs.
“Seriously, will you go out with me? On a date kinda thing?”
May blushed a beautiful cherry colour, and it had nothing to do with the cold. “On a date? I'm not good with dates.”

“So, name it.”
“You come over to mine, and I'll cook?”
“Hmm,” thought Richey. “We both have some great dvd's, so why not over to mine, we'll watch some, and get something to eat?”
“You, are going to cook?”
“I can do beans on toast, fish and chips...”
“Sounds good; nothing overboard. You're on!”
With a spring in her step, and real joy in her heart, May went and called her parents, to wish them a happy new year.

The party guests all sand a few rounds of Auld Lang Syne, and then James monopolised May, for the next few dances.
“Can I steal you, or are you his now?”
“Steal me?” May tittered. “I think that your girlfriend will have something to say about that.”
“Nope, we split up earlier tonight.” He glanced at his watch. “It was, two hours and forty three minutes ago.”
“And she's still here?”
“You know her.”
May was saddened by the news. She had long suspected that the relationship had its problems, but had hoped that they would sort it out.

“I don't know what to say.”
“You knew it was on the cards; everyone did. Our spending Christmas apart merely confirmed it.”
“I had no idea.”
“Wow,” exclaimed James. “Richey kept a secret.”
“I didn't ask him, so he had no reason to either confirm or deny.”
“I find it hard to believe that no one would gloat,” said James flatly. “The world and his wife told me I'd fucked up when I started seeing her.”
“What others think is of no consequence; it's what you think that matters.”
“You're too polite.”
“No, I'm not. I upset people with my honesty. When it comes to people in love, it has nothing to do with me, it's their choice. If I think it will end in tears, I hope that I'm wrong.”

“Umm, doesn't answer my question. Are you, or are you not, dating Android.” He suddenly twirled her around so fast, that May stumbled. She wasn't used to such high heels.
“Dating is a bit strong,” she said on regaining her balance and composure. “We are going to spend time together though.”
“Oh yeah! I forgot your aversion to dating. Better to remain friends, and see how it goes right?”
May blushed. “Dating implies a relationship, and that means pressure. Me and Richey are friends...”
“But you like him...a lot,” James interjected. “And he likes you. Personally, I think you ought to come with me.”
“You would!” laughed May, rubbing her face against his. “Unfortunately, as much I would like to fuck you, we'd drive each other nuts.”
James smiled to himself, and then kissed her neck. “So, you do want to fuck me then? I can live with that. Fuck me before you start seeing Richey, that way, you won't be cheating.”

The tone of his voice let May know that he wasn't playing; he was being serious. “I don't know James. If I sleep with you I may want to keep doing it, and that, would not be fair on Richey, now would it?” She desperately tried to keep her tone light-hearted, but didn't succeed.
Teasingly, James whispered in to her ear: “Perhaps Richey would like to watch?”
“James!” Although stunned, May did not move her body from against his. She found the thought intoxicating, her juices were flowing, and her clit was humming with desire.
“You like the idea,” James stated simply.

Unseen to James' eyes, she blushed. He was right; she did.
“Meet with me tomorrow, and I'll show you a good time, like you have never had.”
“I don't doubt it,” she whimpered, her body nestled against his. “That would not make it right.”
“I want you, and you want me. You're not seeing him; you're not romantically involved.”
The way that he whispered made her quiver. Using all of her inner strength, she spoke to him: “No I'm not, but I have arranged something. It wouldn't be right James.”
“We'll see,” he said enigmatically.

May unlocked her door, and turned to Richey. “It's good luck, for a dark haired, handsome man, to be the first across the threshold at New Year. Care to do the honours?”
“You really know how to take the piss!” he grinned, opening the door and entering May's home. “Now, get your arse in here quick, and switch that bloody alarm off!”
May giggled. For thirty seconds the alarm only sounded internally, after that it would start singing externally, of course, Richey didn't know that.
“There you go,” she chuckled, keying in the code. “Now, I also believe that it is tradition for the hostess to be kissed.”
“Because I know that you're sober, I won't argue with you.”
Before he could kiss her, she put her hands against his chest. “Will you sleep with me tonight?”
“Is that really what you want?”
“Only if you do. We don't have to do anything, I just want you next to me.”
“And if I wanted to do anything?”
“I have condoms,” she said coyly, winking at him.
“Good; You'll need them!” His mouth then crashed against hers in a passionate, wanton kiss.

Sated, sweaty and content, May lay with her head in the curve of Richey's neck. He had pulled her right thigh over his hips, and was stroking her skin tenderly.
“Happy New Year, gorgeous,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
“Mmm, what a New Year! Thank you.”
“My pleasure,” he sighed happily, a huge grin on his lips. “About James...” he started to say.
“Nothing has happened,” May answered quickly.
Richey tilted her head up. “I know, but he wants to, and, so do you.”
“Richey, I...”
“Shush,” he silenced her with a kiss. When he broke it, they were both panting. “I want you to.”
“Richey!” May was aghast, and hit his chest with her fists.
“Listen to me for a minute. You need to get James out of your system, and, the only condition I have, is that I'm there.”
“Oh Richey, how dare you?” Furious with him, May got out of bed. “Is this some kind of sick test?”
“No.” Richey made no attempt to get nearer to her. “I want you to be fulfilled, and to have your curiosity satisfied. I trust James, and, I trust you; I'd like to be a part of it.”
“What are you, some kind of pervert?”
“If being bisexual is perverted, then yes.”
“Bisexual?”
“Yes, before I went away, James and me used to have sex a lot. I'm happy for you to be with him.”
“Since you came back?”
“We started again, about six months ago.”

May was stunned; James and Richey lovers? Did James' ex-girlfriend know? Did anyone know? As if reading her thoughts, Richey explained: “His now ex-girlfriend had no idea, that isn't why the relationship fell apart. She was constantly trying to manipulate him, you know, and get him to do things that would be good for her career. She would be cold and distant to him, and, as soon as he talked of ending it, she would be all over him, shagging him senseless. She tried making him submissive, but, eventually, he saw through her, and rebelled. In time he came back to me, we talked, and started seeing each other again. At that point, he had no inclination that I wanted you.”
“Oh, so you struck up some weird pact? If she become my girl, you can still fuck her? Was that the agreement, Rich?”
“For both of us.”
May threw on her housecoat, went downstairs, and poured a large neat whisky. “Fuck not drinking,” she moaned aloud. “Right now I fucking need one.”

Richey left her alone, fully aware that she needed time to think and consider. He picked up the A4 pad on her bedside cabinet, and began reading it. The few pages of the murder mystery that he read, he loved. May had talent. He wanted to read the rest of it as well, but had no idea where she kept the other chapters.

With her brain in turmoil, May poured another whisky, trying to ascertain what was perplexing her the most. Was it that James and Richey were lovers? Or, was it Richey consenting to her screwing his lover? As much as she wanted to, and, the thought of Richey watching turned her on, was it right? Could she share Richey? Once he had watched her fuck James, would he want it to happen again?
There were too many questions for her brain to rationalise, and make sense of, plus, she was afraid of the answers. One thing that she was positive about, was that she wanted to be with Richey; she loved him. Could she be with him, knowing that he was screwing James? Would he still screw James? Although she hadn't asked him that particular question, he had intimated his answer. Swiftly she downed her drink, reset the alarm, and went to join Richey.

“I wasn't sure that you'd come back up,” said Richey when she got under the duvet, and snuggled against him.
“Me neither.”
“So?”
“I don't know; my head is in bits.”
“You've been drinking.”
“That has nothing to do with it,” she said defensively. “After what you have divulged, what did you think I would be like?”
“I'm sorry, but at least I have been honest.”
“Tell me one thing,” she said. “Do you intend to keep sleeping with James?”
“If it means that I lose you, no, I won't. James knows that, and, he has reluctantly accepted that.”
May sighed, and propped her head in her hand. Gazing into Richey's eyes she whispered: “Make love to me Richey.”

Richey searched her eyes. Was this a goodbye fuck, or an acknowledgement that she wanted to be with him? Either way, he wanted her; he needed her. His desire for her, took his breath away. Oh, he did love James, but this, well, this was different. Richey had attempted to explain it to James, but he wasn't certain that James had really understood.
“Lay on your back for me May,” Richey whispered lasciviously. “I, am going, to take you, to heaven.”
May did as he instructed, her nipples hard and erect, eager for Richey's touch. The thought of him making love to her again, had her aroused beyond belief. Her body was aching for him; her pubis throbbing in anticipation. She needed him. Forget foreplay, she was so aroused that it was almost painful; exquisitely painful.

Richey nibbled on her right shoulder, then slaked tender kisses, interspersed with little nips and bites, down to her wrists. He sucked on her fingers one by one, happy that she was feverish with desire. Soon she was thrusting her groin up to him, begging him to stick his cock inside her.
He pinned her arms to the pillow. “When I take my hands away, if you touch me, I will curl up and go to sleep. I do what I want, when I want; my rules or nothing.”
“Richey!”
“Yes, or no?”
“Yes,” she mumbled.
“Again.”
“Yes!” she urged.
Richey gave a self satisfied smirk, and dipped his head between her ample breasts, licking the soft, silky flesh of her décolletage. Despite her moans, groans and urgencies, he ignored her wishes to pay attention to her voluptuous breasts, and swelling nipples.
Each inch that he licked, he then blew over, the coldness of the air exciting May further. It took him an age to reach the top of the shaved triangle between her legs. He paused, to take in her beauty; her labia and clit were swollen, and wet with want. For moment he could swear that he saw he pussy throbbing, with her aching need.

Silently, her eyes pleaded with him. Her body had never felt so alive, it was tingling in anticipation. Several times, she had climaxed under his touch, yet her body needed more. If he had the capacity to make her cum without touching her intimately, how would she react when he did? Would she remain conscious, or, would the sensation be too sublime for her to deal with? This was so different to the other time that they had made love, this, was almost spiritual.

“Don't say a word,” said Richey huskily, “or I'll stop.”
With tacit understanding, May nodded, and her reward, was to watch Richey part her legs further. With a predatory glint, he examined her exposed pussy; it looked and smelt, divine, the glistening juices on her lips, enticing him. Her quivering stomach, and flexing, shivering thighs, exciting him.
Refusing to give in to his urges so quickly, he slid down her body, and licked her feet, in turn, paying particular attention to the toes and soles. his tongue was tickling her; his warm mouth sending her into raptures. When he nibbled, and sucked on her feet, she was taken by surprise.
“Fuck Richey, ENOUGH!” she cried.
“Oh no,” he tormented her. Gesturing with his hands, he warned her not to touch him, and began scraping her calves with his fingernails. He scraped them roughly a couple of times, then tickled her, with light, deft touches, until she was convinced that she would go insane. Only when he was satisfied that she built up enough of a frenzy, did he begin kissing and soothing the welts.
“Oh...my...hmm...”
He smiled to her, his hands now raking and tormenting her thighs, and May groaned, a sensation akin to orgasm sweeping over her body.

Things can't get better than this, she thought.

Or could they?

“Your whimpering turns me on,” Richey sighed with a grin. “You cum so quickly.”
“With you,” she whined, breathlessly. “I've never orgasmed like this before.”
“Hey, you don't need to say that to make me feel good.”
“I'm not.” May gasped on feeling his tongue nudging her lips. “How do you do this?”
Richey shook his head. “I guess it's a case of the right woman, being with the right man.”
“So, I don't need James?”
“Oh but you do; we both do.”
May had been about to protest, until she saw Richey dip his head; he was licking her clit, and making her whole body convulse with pleasure. After a time, he circled it swiftly, taking her to new heights, before again being slow and firm. When he sucked her hot nub in his mouth, she shrieked with delight; the constant sucking driving her over the edge.
She dug her nails into his back, thrusting her crotch up to him, wrapping her legs around him. Her orgasms were heady, delightful and moreish. The more he gave her, the more she wanted, and needed. She whimpered when he stopped sucking her, then moaned in delight when he thrust his long, thick penis inside her. The fact that he wasn't wearing a condom never entered her thoughts. All that she was concerned with, was the exhilaration that Richey was enabling her to experience.

Without arguing, she moved onto her stomach when Richey told her to.
“Arse up, head down; you'll feel more.”
He was absolutely right. May thrust her arse higher up, being guided by Richey's hands. He knelt on the bed, lifting her to meet his thrusts. Damn, he was going so deep! It wasn't painful; it was awakening, and May's whole body tingled in pleasure. As best as she could, she gripped his thighs.

“Oh, you horny mare,” he sighed with lust, thrusting harder into her. “Stroke your clit for me May.”
She needed no second request. Rather, she was scared that she would cum too quickly. Right now she had little, if any, control over her orgasms. “I want you to cum.”
Richey thrust his swollen cock into her a few more times. “On your side, or your back?” he asked.
May turned onto her back, her legs wide in the air, indicating that she was wanting him to really push her.
Eyes now black with lust, Richey thrust sharply into her pussy, making May gasp. She smiled, and raised her legs to his shoulders. Richey grinned broadly, pushed her legs around his neck, and thrust. May whined and whimpered; it was THE most delightful fuck, that she had experienced. Richey was hitting nerves that she didn't know she had.
“Am I being too hard?”
“No, I want more.”

Richey required no second invitation, and surprised May by pushing her legs against her head, and pummelling her violently. Their bodies were bathed in sweat, and May was having difficulty breathing, not through pain, but desire and pleasure.
Richey's cock twitched more readily, May's clenching vaginal wall muscles taking him to the edge of the precipice. When her walls spasmed, pinching his cock with short, sharp shocks, his cum spilled into her. He let out a feral growl, biting down on her shoulder to silence himself, oblivious to May yelling out his name, multiple orgasms racking her body.
May clutched his exhausted, wet body next to hers, her legs now around his waist, keeping his cock inside her. Although it was now going flaccid, May wanted to feel him, and moaned with regret, when he slid out of her.

“You ok?” Richey asked, whilst caressing her breasts.
“Mmm, you bet,” she responded. “I've never felt so hot.”
Richey took a deep breath. “You would be hotter with me and James.”
“You don't give up do you?” she giggled nervously.
“Not when I know how much you'd get out of it. You'll love it May. James is much better than me in bed; he knows how to please.”
“YOU know how to please,” May asserted.
“Try it; for me?”
“Can I sleep on it?”
“Sure thing,” murmured Richey, nibbling her ear. “Do one thing for me first though.”
“I'm not sure that I want to know,” she ventured.
Richey took a hand of May's, and placed it on his cock; it was stirring again. “Suck me, that's all I ask.”

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