It was December 31
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and close to 8 o'clock. Jennifer's guests would soon start arriving. This was going to be a special New Years Eve Party. She had just turned 18 yesterday and David, her guardian, was letting her throw a party. He even had his restaurant send over food for the guests, but no booze.
"Now I should be home around 3 and that is when the party is over. Well, I'll see you later," he said, gave her a peck on the cheek, and walked out the door. Jenny smiled and waved as he drove off.
It might not be much of a party without booze, but she couldn't complain. She was wearing a lacy black bustier that let her thick nipples stick out like pencil erasers underneath a blouse fitted for her bust and a black thong peaking out of her low-rider jeans. She was dressed to thrill and kill. She also couldn't believe that under the carport was her new, fully loaded, and blue VW Jetta. David bought it for her the day before her birthday. She didn't understand why he'd gotten her some nice leather gloves and designer sunglasses for Christmas until then.
Living with David was nice and all, but Jennifer couldn't help having strange ideas, dreams or feelings. She could never argue with his advice and decisions. She couldn't help but fantasize about seducing him so he could make passionate love to her body. Other women couldn't help themselves either. At the restaurant he was always having women sending him drinks or trying to cut in to dance with him. She could feel her heart beating faster just daydreaming about him. She almost didn't' hear the doorbell ring.
"Heather!" She screamed answering the door. Jennifer threw her arms around her and planted a kiss on Heather's cheek. Breaking away quickly, she helped her bring two of four bags that occupied Heather's hands.
Heather was her best friend who lived down the block. Although she met Heather at St Joe, they'd grown closer as friends when they were now just down the street from each other. It was amazing that Heather's boobs were bigger than her own. If not for that and they're different hair colors, they could be sisters. Jennifer could sympathize with the guys when she saw Heather cheering at the football games. It's hard not to get excited over Heather's 38DD cups bouncing up and down while hopping around in a uniform that could possibly burst.
Heather had decided to wear a simple blouse tied to show off her belly ring and cleavage while her tight miniskirt meant she wasn't going to bend so her ass wouldn't hang out.
After stowing Heather's sleep clothes in her room, Jenny began stocking the rum, tequila, and vodka behind the bar.
Heather's mom must have a crush on David, the way she butters us up to get to him.
Putting the last bottle away, the doorbell rang. Heather bounded across the room and shouted "I'll get it!"
Heather and Jennifer took turns answering the door as more and more people showed up. The guys wasted no time hitting the buffet while the beer they brought cooled in the fridge. The girls hit the bar early when they found out someone had brought schnapps, rattlesnake mix and dream sickle.
The party was in full swing by 10. Everyone was dancing someone, talking, or making out wherever they could find a place to. Heather's boyfriend, Adam, had arrived separately and didn't like what he was seeing. Heather was dancing with whoever she could find. To say he was pissed would be an understatement. He cut in on the last guy she danced with and started talking to her while they were close. Heather didn't like what she had to say when she stomped her heel on his foot and shouted, "...Then why don't you go FUCK yourself you pencil-dicked, pea brained gorilla!!!"
Were it not for the blasting music, you could hear a pin drop as everyone looked in disgust, horror, or amusement. Heather stormed off to the bar, grabbed a bottle of vodka, and locked herself in the bathroom. Adam hobbled out of their as fast as possible.
A crowd gathered outside the bathroom trying to listen when Jennifer started forcing her way to the door. She told everyone to mind they're beeswax when she knocked on the door, "Heather, you can come out now. Adam's gone."
"No, I'm not coming out till the party's over. I don't want people to see me like this. They already saw me act like a complete bitch and I don't want some guy trying to pick me up." She sobbed through the door.
"Fine, then I'm coming in there. Let me in." she said waiting for Heather to unlock the door. After a few minutes, she finally felt along the top of the door.
David had put the key somewhere up here. Ha! Found it!
Jennifer quickly unlocked the door and stepped in before Heather could stop her.
Heather was sitting on the toilet cover and she looked like a wreck. Her eyes swollen and red from crying so hard and her mascara had run. You could see she'd spilled alcohol all over her blouse trying to guzzle it. Jenny took the bottle from her and set it on the counter. She tried to look Heather in the eyes, but Heather resisted her gaze, looking down at the floor. Jenny stood next to Heather so she could hold her against her chest while she stroked her hair.
Heather continued to cry, so Jenny started to hum David's Lullaby while holding her. Amazingly, it actually worked.
I've gotta ask David where learned this.
Still humming, she felt Heather hug her about the waist. It was the kinda hug friends give one another to help them feel better and give each other strength.
Losing track of time, neither noticed when they were both standing and swaying together, arms wrapped around the other and laying their head on the other's shoulder. Jennifer continued humming as the hugged one last time. Heather mumbled out a thank you and looked her friend in the eyes. Jennifer gave her a warm smile and said, "It's getting close to midnight, we get you cleaned up in time for the ball to drop.
Heather meekly smiled for an answer so Jenny grabbed the vodka before leaving, "I'll get you another blouse and my makeup while you wash up.
Emerging from the bathroom, she quickly ran to her room and brought some clothes and make up from her room. Returning to her friend, Heather had stripped off the soiled blouse and accepted the fresh one Jenny brought her. With a little help, Heather was presentable enough that they exited the bathroom with weak but friendly smiles on their faces.
As the clocks rolled on midnight and the ball finished its descent, the party erupted with cheers. People hugged and kissed one another while everyone else drunkenly sang "Auld Lang Sine". Heather and Jennifer shared a friendly hug and kiss, and then went around wishing everyone else a Happy New Year. It took Heather longer since people were trying to make her feel better. Jennifer went over to the bar and made some strawberry marguerites.
Jenny didn't feel the raw lust she had for Heather anymore. Something had changed. Jenny was in love with Heather and not just in a physical way. It reminded her of the way she felt about David. These are people she loved and they loved her too.
Handing Heather a marguerita, they sat and the bar, drinking and talking. The party was winding down and couples were the first leave, followed by the stragglers who didn't hook up. Everyone had finally left by 230.
