MICRO MONDAY, NEW YEAR’S EROTICA, FLASH FICTION
As the Ball Drops
Fingering in the New Year
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot….”
It blared through the walls from your apartment. You weren’t an old acquaintance, you were a new annoyance. Not because of you, but because of me. I felt the need to resist you, to play hard to get, so I declined the invitation to your place that night. And as I listened to the sounds of New Year’s Eve frivolity, I hated myself for it.
“And never brought to mind?”
You were always brought to mind, but I didn’t want you there. I wanted more that night.
I wanted you here, next to me, hands all over me — as I imagined you were with her…the one who didn’t decline the invitation, the one who didn’t feel the need to be coy. I shouldn’t have been listening. I should have gone out that night. But here I was, on the floor, rubbing all the places I wanted you to touch.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot….”
Forgot? No!
The thoughts of you shot through my fingertips as I pushed my panties aside and furiously rubbed my clit, now hot from the longing of you. Drops from my pussy wet my fingertips, each one with your signature on it.
“And days of auld lang syne.”
I heard your headboard bang against the wall as I plunged my fingers deep into my pussy repeatedly, thinking about you banging me. I heard her begin to moan as I continued stabbing my insides mercilessly and thinking about how good your cock must feel.
It should have been me.
I heard the revelry from the celebration on my television. My body began to shiver as I contracted against my overactive, diligent fingers. The clock struck twelve and I screamed out in pleasure, not caring if you heard me or not. In fact, I hoped you did. I hoped you were wondering what you were missing of me. I hoped I undermined your encounter because you were too distracted thinking about sinking your cock in and out of me and making me come underneath you when the ball dropped.
After all, I was the one you invited to your bed first.
“Should auld acquaintance be forgot….”
Not a chance. I vowed that by December 31st the next year, I would be the one in your bed, the one moaning from your pleasures, the one feeling you inside of her…and that old acquaintance that took my place momentarily would never be brought to mind again.
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