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Mark's New Year
By Anonymous (address withheld)

***

This year was going to be different, Mark just knew it. 
He would be more self-confident, more assertive, pull 
himself together. (MF, affair, rom)

***
 
Mark had not enjoyed New Year's Eve since the year in 
high school when he and Buddy waited outside the liquor 
store and scored a bottle of gin a college guy bought 
for them. Since then, he'd gone to polite parties, made 
uneasy chitchat, and left alone soon after midnight. 

Still, Mark had been glad when Buddy phoned him at the 
dorm. New Year's party at Greg's house. Sure, why not? 
Now, as he drove down the hill toward Greg's, Mark 
began his pre-party confidence rap: 

Weight: check. Actually I'm thin right now. Tall, dark 
and thin. Hair looks good. Sharp new sweater. Remember 
to drink the first beer fast. Be loose.  Smile. 
Circulate. Meet all available women. Look into their 
eyes, deeply, deeply. You are irresistible, sensitive, 
patient -- oh, so patient. Hell, I was patient with 
Dora. Left high school a virgin. Wish I'd stayed one 
after laying that nympho Margaret while Will watched. 
Okay, this party isn't a swap meet, just the old gang 
looking for a good time. And this year, I am going to 
have a good time!

And it wasn't a bad time at all. Ten guys, ten gals, 
about half couples, half singles. Mark downed three 
beers trading notes with the guys, and then found 
himself warmly reminiscing with Sue, his first date 
ever in junior high. Sue was majoring in forestry at UC 
Davis and had been seeing a guy named Robert for more 
than a year. That revelation made Mark both time-
conscious and guilty that he was losing interest in 
Sue's story. 

Mark politely disengaged, then wandered into a 
conversation with Buddy and Janet, seldom shall they 
part, Walter and Vivian, and Elaine. 

Elaine. A monument, Elaine. Nearly straight A's in high 
school, friendly but aloof. Promising curves. Dark, 
curly hair. A too-understanding look. Mark had not been 
ready for an Elaine, and now, as he glanced up at her, 
a sensation of chilling anxiety overwhelmed him. 

Elaine was not smiling at him the way people smile at 
parties. She was smiling as if he had returned from the 
seas, as if... 

"I was hoping you'd be here, Mark." 

(Okay, get it together. Steady, steady. Smile. Good.) 
"It's great to see you Elaine. How's Berkeley?" 

Unbelievable. The others were wandering off. Elaine 
walked up to him, The Smile playing across her soft, 
wise face. "Berkeley has its moments, but I want to 
know about you. Let's sit down somewhere." 

Detour for beer. A couch. Elaine: "Mark, I don't want 
to make you uptight, but I promised myself this if you 
were at the party, so here it goes. In high school, I 
always hoped you'd take me out. I was too shy to do 
anything about it, or about dating at all. I know we're 
different now, but maybe we can leave early and find 
out about each other. 

%%% 
 
Twenty after midnight. Mark and Elaine at Howard 
Johnson's, ignoring burgers.  Mark, wondering whether 
he's simply digging being wanted or whether the 
incredible pull he's feeling toward Elaine is real. She 
tells him about her two lovers, her two breakups, the 
pressure of her studies, the longing she feels for a 
relationship with all the trimmings -- care, support, 
sharing.  There's no question about the entree. 

Mark relates his non-history candidly. "Dora and I were 
shy, even after a year. I think our shyness about sex 
kept us from getting close in other ways.  At UCLA it's 
been a lot of studying, a few dates and that magic 
encounter with Margaret. But this is going to be my 
year." 

"Do you know what you want, Mark? What's your image?" 

"Equal parts libido and friendship. She's a bit 
overwhelmed taking care of her Uncle Fred's summer home 
at Malibu. She spots me one day as I'm handily 
repairing the dorm bike rack. She asks me if I can lend 
her a hand at the beach. The beginning of an epoch." 

Elaine, smiling and shaking her head with delight: "My 
folks are in Hawaii and one of the kitchen cabinet 
doors is loose. Want to tempt fate?" 

In the front door two steps and locked in a clinch. 
Elaine's lips like melting butter, her tongue gently 
inquisitive. Mark's hands wildly stroking her back, her 
sides, her ass. Elaine, clutching at his shoulders, 
rubbing his hair. 

On the floor, frenching, tearing off each other's 
clothes. His tongue rolling through neck hollow and 
down, into the valley of her breasts, now up, reveling 
in the firmness of her left nipple. She moans as he 
sucks, hard, his right hand moving to her other breast, 
stroking, kneading, pressing and rolling the nipple. 
His left hand finds her hot and moist. His middle 
finger probes, joined by an index finger with radar for 
her clit. Her moans become higher, shorter bursts that 
spur him to stronger movements with his fingers, harder 
stroking with his tongue as he sucks. With a sustained 
scream Elaine arches and cums. 

Mark has never felt so virile, competent and hot. 
Resting on an elbow, waiting for Elaine's panting to 
subside, he focuses on his cock. (Fuck her, you're 
gonna fuck her hard, fuck her, fuck her.) It's turning 
him on too much. He shakes off the sensation and 
blurts, "Pill, you on the pill?" 

"Yes, and no diseases. If you have any problems, say so 
fast," and she slides around to his ramrod and takes 
the head in her mouth, rolling her tongue around it, 
sucking. Mark lets out a loud "Aaaah!!" and reaches for 
her ass. He pushes her to him and plunges his tongue 
into her. She is slowly moving her lips up and down on 
him, grabbing handfuls of his ass. Mark's going to pop 
soon, but he is light years beyond restraint. 
Unbelievably, she rolls under him, and says, "Go." Mark 
manages four strokes and explodes. 

In the shower together. Mark: "Why me, Elaine?" 

"I liked your mind, and I thought you were cute. I 
fantasized about you. I can't believe it's happening 
like this." 

"Shut your eyes, Elaine." Kneeling down to her, tongue 
on her, in her, the hot water playing on his back, her 
taste and silkiness and the return of her moans 
reawakening him. Thinking he could die this way. 

"Mark, it's so intense! Let's dry each other off." 

%%% 
 
As he tamped at Elaine, Mark was struck by the 
whiteness of her skin and the beauty of her breasts, 
large, firm and crowned by delicate pink tits, hard 
nipples. Her hand reached for him, found him ready. 
"Perfect," she said. They both laughed as his cock 
bobbed. 

In bed. In Elaine. Enjoying self-control, and her 
moans, her soft walls, her breasts, her. Steady, 
serious strokes. Elaine's feet up and around him. "Give 
it to me Mark, do it." Mind snap. Banging, pumping, 
fucking her, hard. More, more. Fucking, fucking, and 
that scream again, high and sustained. 

Mark felt the cum rising. He slammed again, again,  as 
hard as he could, his mind flashing vivid emerald 
patterns as an incredible spurt surged through him and 
his screams joined Elaine's. Mark blasted and yelled, 
felt turned inside out, saw colors never seen, felt 
pleasure beyond imagination, and then, still pumping 
and never wanting to stop, he snapped clear. There lay 
Elaine, gasping and smiling, still moving with him. 
Their eyes gently engaged and they held each other 
tightly as the aftershocks subsided. 

END

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