New Year
“Light blue, dark blue, black or nude?” sighed Nicole for the umpteenth time pulling the assorted dresses across her willowy frame. It wasn’t a question she asked often to herself let alone her friend Beth, whose doe eyes would gaze to and fro analysing each option while perched in the middle of boutique surrounded by bags of pretty little things.
“Light blue, without a doubt. I’ll chip in.’’ Beth replied with an air of optimism. “Don’t, I can afford it.’’, Nicole smiled at the silky knee length number.
The truth was, despite being best friends since their first year of primary school, Nicole and Beth lived life differently. Beth grew up with money, privilege and things within easy reach. Nicole grew up with pay cheque to pay cheque parents, scholarship money and things were only insight through sheer luck and hard work.
Their time at university seemed no different. Nicole proved her worth through exceptional entrance scores rewarded with a scholarship. Every dollar stretched within an inch of its life. Despite this, it was vital to celebrate her first year at Drew’s New Year’s beach house party on the waterfront she reasoned.
With a dash of guilt, Nicole swiped her bank card at the counter while the service staff ran their judgement of Nicole’s second-hand jeans (faded and torn in all the wrong places) with a buttoned top last seen in fashion mags three years ago. It seemingly didn’t matter to Beth, who loved her friend like a sister. Nicole hung her head, still barely able to justify the dress. It seemed to be her only chance to make friends. She knew she could return it. She just had to be careful.
New Years was hurtling towards the pair. Nicole and Beth made tracks to Beth’s place only a few blocks away from Drew’s house. It was a far cry from Nicole’s 2 bedroom unit she shared with her family on the southside.
The pair transformed themselves through concoctions of makeup, hairstyles and pretty clothes. Nicole poised on her reflection while applying barely pink lipstick in such a constructed way. It reflected everything about her. She folded the tag neatly around the seam, as she zipped up the little cocktail dress. Heels completed the look.
She strutted down the street confident that she and Beth would enjoy themselves greatly. She was right, especially as they entered into the expansive interior, she was given a bubbly drink that seemed to never reach the bottom. This reflected the night of endless conversation with people she failed to recognise from her classes despite her helping them at some point or another, a few numbers swapped with the potential for invites to future events and a New Year’s backing out of a kiss from Drew himself. Before this time, Drew was the pretty boy of the year. The subject of gossip among the beautiful people in the year – the people who whispered things while Nicole walked past feeding her feelings of inadequacy. Before too long, the first strings New Year’s dawn filtered through the house signalling weary heads that needed to their respective beds.
Nicole was one of them as she trundled down the street, heels in hand. Stumbling behind Beth into her house, Nicole noticed the huge stain on the dress! She couldn’t return it now. She slipped into Beth’s room stripped it off straight away, showered and pondered how to
amend the situation. She would never be this foolish, normally. She knew Beth should have given that little bit of money.
She brushed her teeth, grabbed the dress shoving it back into the bag. She hugged Beth goodbye, facing the problem alone. Her heart raced while retracing her steps. Staring at the boutique’s open hours, she heard, “Nicole!”.
Turning around, she saw Drew, who greeted her with a hug, “I was hoping to see you at some point today. I’m so sorry for last night.”.
Nicole stuttered, “W-w-what?”.
His lips parted with an apologetic grin, “I spilt a drink on you last night and ruined your dress. You don’t remember chatting about helping Jared in class, but didn’t give you credit when it was due? I’m sorry about your dress. Put out your hand out.”, He pulled out a handful of $100 notes, slapped it in her hand, adding, “Jared wants to buy you a coffee. He said he’d text you today. I think he’s sweet on you. Anyway, I need to go. I feel unwell. See you later.’’.
She watched him walk off to the supermarket. She counted the notes, gobsmacked. It was at least ten $100 notes and Jared’s number. She looked down at the dress, placed the money carefully into her purse and went home – a very happy start to the New Year indeed.
But what was a happier start to the New Year was the little 15 minute interlude between Nicole and Jared. He made sure to give credit where it was due as she pulled him aside in a dark corner of a spare bedroom. She made sure to peel his clothes off in the dark. She realised that Jared had his hands just as busy as hers as she felt that blue little dress be pulled off her body which became for him.
She felt her bra and underwear slide off as her nipples became hard. She felt herself leak and he licked it up. There was no shame as she stood there, naked in all her glory. She felt herself buckle onto the floor, making sure to wrap herself around him reaching down to play with him. By this time, her leak became a fountain which spilt onto a corner of her dress. She moaned but interjected by his hand. Her panting grew to a point that resulted in milk covering them both. She felt his thick member slide between her breasts as he clambered on her vying for a position for her to show herself. She rewarded him with a juice that devoured him. She felt him mingle with her juices. Her ribs almost cracked under his heave and she found herself stumbling for a quick shower before kissing him once more and heading out the door to ring in a very naughty new year.
Pulling herself together, she knew he rewarded him as he warded her. The cash was a bonus.