Best friends

You ring in the new year with your girlfriends instead. Bodies crammed close on the couch in lacy lingerie, legs tangled, someone’s hand sliding up your thigh while another girl kisses your neck. Shorts off in one motion, underwear soaking fast as fingers push in and rub your clit with zero patience, no teasing, just heat. Someone laughs, bites your shoulder, tells you you’re already dripping down their hand, another girl pinches your nipple through the flimsy lace until it stings. Champagne splashed across bare tits, licked clean between laughs, tongues everywhere, more than two. A slow grind against someone’s thigh turns into her riding your hand until she gasps your name. Wet mouths, messy kisses, you grabbing a fistful of her hair to hold her right where you want it. The countdown goes ignored. Fireworks outside, inside you’re getting bent over the coffee table, ass in the air, pussy filled by whatever whoever grabs first, their tongue on your ass while another’s lips wrap around your nipple. Cum, switch, do it again. No one’s watching the clock. Happy new year.