Nye Bj

"Now, that's the way to start the new year!" I exhaled heavily.

It was a little after 11AM on January 1st. I was at home, in bed, laying next to my equally naked girlfriend.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself," Heather said, fixing me with a sultry look.

Heather was my perfect girlfriend and the love of my life. We had met through friends a few years ago and had been living together for about six months. She had a great sense of humor and was incredibly down to earth, despite her stunning looks. She was often self-deprecating, insisting I only liked her for her boobs, and I'd always tell her that's not true - I also liked her for her haunting blue eyes. In reality, I did love everything about her, from her irrational fear of jellyfish to her passionate discourse on grilled cheese as a breakfast food. She was a teacher and the most generous soul I have ever met. That being said, she did have incredible boobs: all natural, gravity-defying 34Ds with small, light brown nipples. She bore an uncanny resemblance to Alexandra Daddario. Her boobs and her eyes were often the focal points of our amazing sex life. That and stories of her bisexual phase in college. I kept telling her she was free to bring another woman into our bed whenever she wanted to revisit that side of herself, but Heather kept telling me (accurately) that I wouldn't be able to handle her and another woman.

"I've just figured out what my New Year's resolution should be: more of this! Every morning, we should sleep in and then have sex." I declared.

Heather rolled her beautiful blue eyes. "Well, we only have today off from work. And I'm not about to start waking up at 5AM to blow you."

I shuddered at the thought of setting my alarm that early, but pressed on. "Who knows! Maybe this'll finally be the thing that turns us into morning people."

"I wouldn't count on it," Heather laughed. "Anyway, thanks for the multiple orgasms. I'm gonna go make some coffee."

I watched as she got up and padded naked out of our room on bare feet. Her ass swayed enticingly. On any other woman, that ass would be a premium feature - unfortunately for Heather's ass, it was overshadowed by the rest of her everything.

I felt great this morning, and it wasn't just because my gorgeous girlfriend had sucked her own pussy juices off of my cock as she swallowed my load. We were supposed to go to a party last night at our friend Quinn's apartment, but she had a huge fight with her now ex-boyfriend. Instead, Heather and I had stayed in, shared one bottle of wine, and gotten to bed by 12:30, so we weren't as hungover as we otherwise might've been. If you can believe I had eyes for anyone but Heather, I actually had a bit of a crush on her coworker turned best friend, so I was disappointed to miss out on any time with her. Still, waking up refreshed as I did felt like the right way to start a new year.

I got out of bed and followed Heather to the kitchen. She was sitting at our dinette table, her bare butt on a wooden chair, blowing on a hot mug of coffee.

"What about just on the weekends?" I needled her.

Heather's eyes peaked over her mug to appraise me shrewdly. "Are you already hedging on your New Year's resolution? Pussy." she accused.

"I'm just saying, I agree with your assessment about mornings being tough when we both have to work." I explained. We were negotiating now, and we both knew we were gonna settle on a blowjob. "How about this... Because even every weekend is a tough schedule to follow... How about just for January 1st, when we have the whole day with nothing to do, how about we have sex every hour on the hour?"

"Aw, babe, it's so cute that you think you'd have the stamina for something like that. Besides, the day is already half over!"

"Well, what do you propose then?" I'd make it her turn to propose sex with me.

"You're ridiculous," she laughed, not falling for my trap. "You know what could've been fun though?" she asked thoughtfully. "You know how people are always saying that if you start a certain song or movie at a certain time on New Year's Eve, then some particular line or explosion or whatever will happen at exactly midnight? We should've had sex last night, and then tried to have simultaneous orgasms at exactly midnight. THAT would've been the way to start the new year!"

"Now you're talking! Let's do that next year!" I enthused.

"Ok! Maybe just a blowjob though," Heather said.

"Sold! But why just a blowjob?" I inquired.

"Well, I would just have such better control and I'd be able to make you cum at exactly midnight that way. Plus, then your cum shooting all over me would be like my own personal firework."

"You think you could time it that perfectly?" I goaded her.

"Oh, absolutely I could. I'd even bet on it," she gave me a devilish look, and I was ready to strike a deal. "If I can make you cum at exactly midnight on New Year's Eve, then you have to spend all of New Year's Day waiting on me hand and foot."

"And if you fail, by even a second?" I asked.

"Then I'll spend all of New Year's Day doing whatever fucked up thing or things your perverted mind can come up with."

"Deal, deal, deal, I'm in, deal!" I said excitedly.

"Give me your phone," Heather commanded. "I'm setting an alarm for each of us for 11:00... hmm 11:30....5, 11:35 on New Year's Eve. That's when we'll get started."

***

"Why did we agree to come to this?" I whined. It was almost exactly a year later and we were at a New Year's Eve party, having completely forgotten how good it felt to wake up without a hangover last year.

"Because Lisa and Gerald wanted to have everyone over at their new apartment. Plus, we missed last year, and if you miss two years in a row, then you'll never celebrate New Year's Eve again." Heather explained to me.

"That sounds made up, but okay."

"Go flirt with Quinn," Heather suggested. "That always livens you up."

"Kira's flirting with Quinn right now," I complained. "I didn't even know Kira was into girls."

"She's not really," Heather assessed. "She just wants to do it for the clout, and she knows Quinn's fully bisexual, so she's shooting her shot. Go flirt with both of them! Maybe they'll take you into Lisa's guest room for a threesome."

"Wouldn't you leave me if I actually did cheat on you?" I asked rhetorically.

"Yes, but it'd be totally worth it for you to have two girls sucking your cock at once, wouldn't it? Just stop whining to me. I'm gonna go talk to Wysteria."

Heather walked away from me. My eyes followed her across the room, drawn to her red, spaghetti strap dress like a beacon. I loved our banter. It's part of why I was planning to propose soon - just not tonight because it would be such a cliche.

I was also glad she was going to talk to Wysteria without me. I liked Wysteria well enough. She was a wispy, heavily tattooed redhead, a few years younger than us but with a good head on her shoulders. However, she never went anywhere without her weird boyfriend Frank who was like 15 years older than us. She seemed happy, but their relationship weirded me out.

Our hosts tonight were the only married couple in our friend group. Lisa was a petite Japanese woman in her late 20s like us. Gerald was a muscular Nigerian guy. They were also really nice, but they were more Heather's friends than mine. I could talk to Lisa about cooking and Gerald about sports, but our relationship was pretty one-dimensional.

So, off to flirt with Quinn and Kira I went.

Quinn was a beautiful, slender woman who should've been a model, but was working in advertising. She had a blonde pixie cut and beautiful blue eyes, a couple shades darker than Heather's. Her bold eyebrows made her look like Cara Delevingne. She was wearing a form-fitting, gold, halter top dress with a deep scoop neck that dipped almost to her belly button, so you could see her entire sternum and the soft slope between her handful-sized breasts. The dress made it impossible for Quinn to wear a bra tonight. It also nicely showed off her subtle tattoos - small inkings on her forearms, her ankles, and the back of her neck. I'd known Quinn almost as long as I'd known Heather. We never got to meet anyone Quinn was dating, but we'd heard stories about the various men and women she'd dated or even just hooked up with. She was kind and she was fun and talking to her always seemed so effortless. She had become as much my friend as she was Heather's.

Kira was nearly as beautiful, but had a more confident, assertive vibe. She had a similar body type to Quinn, but was slightly heavier despite having slightly smaller boobs. Kira had compensated for her flat chest by getting both nipples pierced, which poked obscenely through her blue T-shirt dress. She was a blue eyed brunette like Heather, but with the complete opposite body type. Kira looked a bit like Margaret Qualley. Kira actually WAS trying to make it as a model, and she wasn't shy about showing off her portfolio, but she always turned her phone away from me when she got to a nude shot.

"Whyyyyy haven't you started a portfolio yet?" Kira was saying. "You're always on the wrong side of the camera." Her fingers danced along Quinn's forearm.

Quinn gave an exasperated smile as she lowered her drink from her mouth. "I'm not even in the same room as the camera," she pointed out.

"And that's a travesty! With your looks!? Seriously, we should do a shoot together. Name the time and the place, and I'll be there. I'd love to show you the ropes, while you show the camera... well, you know." Kira fiddled with Quinn's collar, near the bottom of her chest.

"Now, Kira, are you talking about a modeling portfolio, or an OnlyFans?" Quinn teased, fixing Kira with a sultry look.

"Either! Both!" Kira exclaimed, throwing both her hands up suddenly. "Can you imagine if we started an OnlyFans together? We'd make a killing!"

"I'd be your first subscriber," I took the opportunity to enter the conversation.

Kira rolled her eyes at me, "Of course you would. Ryan, can you please tell Quinn that she's beautiful and her body NEEDS to be photographed?"

"You're beautiful, and your body needs to be photographed," I relayed dutifully.

"Thanks so much," Quinn said dryly.

"Especially tonight though. That dress is stunning. Selfie?" I asked, holding up my phone.

"Oh, yes please!" Quinn replied, turning to put an arm around my waist.

I snapped a couple photos, from a couple different angles. The first one would've been enough for me, but I knew Quinn would want a couple options. Kira joined us for the last few shots, and made sure at least one was comically lewd.

"By the way," Quinn said as we separated. "The rotating exhibit at the Pop Museum for January is B-horror movie costumes and props. Wanna go check that out?"

"Oh for sure!" I answered excitedly. B-horror was one of our many shared interests.

"Heather probably won't be interested," Quinn assessed, accurately. "She doesn't like any movie with a budget smaller than Marvel's. But that's okay! Next Saturday? We can grab lunch and then hit the Pop?"

"I'll pick you up at 11?" I suggested.

"Perf. Oh, I can't wait!" Quinn enthused.

Kira was lightly glaring at me, I'm sure out of jealousy that Quinn was making one-on-one plans with me. She opened her mouth to say something snarky, but was interrupted by my phone alarm blaring. The same sound came from Heather's phone across the room.

"Is that an alarm? For New Year's Eve? And you didn't even set it for the right time?" Kira laughed gleefully. "Midnight is still 25 minutes away! They decided to have midnight at 12:00 this year." She shook her head at me.

I barely noticed Kira's ribbing. I was staring at my phone screen that read simply: "NYE BJ."

I'd completely forgotten about the bet we'd made almost a year ago. There was no time now to get home. Maybe Heather and I could sneak off to Lisa's bathroom? No, that's okay. Maybe we could try starting this tradition next year instead.

I looked up, searching for Heather. Our eyes met from across the room. To my surprise, Heather's face did not reflect the disappointment and resignation that I felt. No, her face was determined and mischievous. Heather set her phone down and started walking toward me. The alarms had drawn enough attention that the six other people here were all looking at me and Heather.

"Those alarms weren't supposed to be for midnight," Heather explained to the room at large. "Those alarms signify the beginning of a little bet we made with each other. A bet I entirely intend to win." Heather took my hand and led me to the living room, pushing me down into a chair. She knelt before me and began putting her hair up, using a hair tie I had not seen her acquire.

"Oh, fuck," Wysteria and Frank said in unison.

Heather undid my belt, my pants button, and zipper, and pulled my pants and underwear all to my ankles together as she continued to explain. "The bet is that I can make him cum at exactly midnight on the dot. Looks like I have about...22 minutes to get him there. Excuse me everyone." Heather stopped talking as she wrapped her lips around my cockhead.

Heather was amazing at giving head. Ever since the first time we hooked up, her blowjobs have been one of the reasons I want to marry her. I knew I was in for an uphill battle if I was going to resist cumming, but at this point in our relationship, I was also familiar enough with her tricks that maybe I could hold off just long enough.

She started slow, teasing me. With her lips wrapped around the tip of my cock, her tongue lazily swiped back and forth along the lip of my glans. She placed kisses along my shaft, one at a time, and my cock lengthened with each one. I looked around a bit nervously at our friends, whose attention was all obviously fixated entirely on us. I'd never done anything this sexual in front of an audience, and I thought a little stage fright would help me stave off my orgasm.

After about 5 minutes of the languid introduction to her mouth, Heather kicked it up a notch. She took ⅔ of my cock into her mouth all at once. My girlfriend was earnestly sucking my dick now, bobbing her head up and down, bouncing her ponytail left and right, as if she were dancing to a song only she could hear. Heather pushed the straps of her dress off her shoulders, exposing her beautiful, bountiful breasts to the room. I heard Lisa from a distance murmur, "Oh, fuck." I could have cum if I wanted to, but I knew what fucked up thing my perverted mind could come up with for a prize, and it involved Quinn, so I resisted the temptation to blow my load.

About 10 minutes into the blowjob, Heather kicked it up another notch. She made it really sloppy, drooling all over my hard member. She started fucking her own face aggressively and I could feel my cockhead pressing against the entrance to her throat. I looked around the room again. Everyone was watching avidly and there was an aura of arousal in the air. My eyes lingered on Kira and Quinn. Kira was looking at me with a newfound hunger. Quinn was looking at me with a mix of emotions I couldn't quite identify. Heather's nose pressed into my pelvis, making me groan and directing my attention back to her. I looked down and saw that even with the entire length of my cock in her mouth and throat, my girlfriend was looking up at me with her big, vibrant eyes.

Like I said, at this point, I was familiar with her technique. When she wants to tease and edge me, she gets me hard and keeps me there until she's ready to make me blow. I had the motivation I needed to hold resolute, so while I was as hard as I could be, I wasn't throbbing like I usually would be at the edge of orgasm. I wasn't close enough to cumming and I could tell that she could tell. She was trying to fix me with an alluring look, but I could see an undertone of desperation in her eyes. Heather gagged and spit out my cock, so she could try to catch her breath. She resumed blowing me as quickly as she could, now using both hands to work my shaft and balls.

With about 7 minutes to midnight, I closed my eyes to concentrate on not letting her win. 2 minutes into my meditation, I felt something strange. I opened my eyes, and started heavily. My abs crunched and I nearly came all at once. Quinn was topless, on her knees in front of me, licking my cock simultaneously with Heather. "Oh, fuuuuck," I moaned. It took all my will power to pull myself back from the brink. This wasn't my first double blowjob, but it was my first double blowjob from two women as hot as Heather and Quinn, and it was my first time doing anything sexual with Quinn.

Quinn smiled up at me naughtily. Her eyes told me she knew how hot I found this situation, and how badly I wanted her mouth on me. My girlfriend and our mutual best friend worked in tandem like a well oiled machine. When one was working my head, the other was working my balls. They'd switch seamlessly without a word. Their mouths planted kisses on opposite sides of the shaft, matching each other's pace, until their lips met at the top. Heather and Quinn made out with each other, their tongues exploring together, while the tip of my cock was caught in the crossfire. Kira let out a guttural, "Oh fuck," at the sight of the two beautiful women kissing mid-blowjob.

At 11:58, the two breathtaking beauties turned their attention back to me. I knew that if I wanted to win the bet, I should close my eyes or look away. But I just couldn't. I couldn't take my eyes off the love of my life and my biggest crush sucking my cock together. Their matching blue eyes looked up at me, and I felt myself losing control. In a final effort, Heather started deepthroating me while Quinn sucked on my balls. Our friends all around the room began counting together, as my cock pulsed in Heather's throat. "TEN...NINE...EIGHT..." I gritted my teeth and held my breath. "SEVEN...SIX...FIVE..." Heather pushed forward another inch, and stuck her tongue out to meet Quinn's on my balls. "FOUR...THREE...TWO..." My cock throbbed in a way that we both knew was my point of no return. Heather pulled herself back and off my cock completely. "ONE!!!"

My first blast of cum hit Heather at point blank range, as her upper lip was only millimeters from my spout. More strings of cum painted her cheeks, her forehead, and her neck. As she continued to pull back, she left Quinn in the line of fire, taking the next few shots to her face. "Oh, fuck!" Quinn yelped in surprise. The dual approach had coaxed the biggest load of my life out of me, and that load now decorated the pretty faces of the two women before me.

Our friends were cheering and welcoming the new year. The fireworks outside felt like they were celebrating the best blowjob I'd ever had.

It took me a few moments to catch my breath and find my voice. "That was amazing. Wow, what a way to ring in the new year. Thank you." Heather and Quinn beamed huge friendly smiles at me, as my cum dripped down their faces. They sat shoulder to shoulder, their tits touching, their nipples pointed right at me. "I do kinda feel like you cheated in our bet though," I accused my girlfriend. "Getting outside help wasn't part of the deal."

Quinn laughed out loud. "Ryan!" she exclaimed. "I was trying to help YOU!"

I looked at her quizzically.

"All you had to do was let yourself cum before midnight," she explained. "Wasn't the bet that Heather could make you cum at EXACTLY midnight on the dot? I thought that if I joined in the fun, I could help push you over the edge early."

"I- but- uh- I-" I stumbled.

Heather giggled. "Oh fuck, she's right."

The girls both pulled the tops of their dresses back up to cover their boobs.

"Well, but... damnit!" I was disappointed, but to be fair, if I'd won, I probably would've asked Heather to do exactly what we just did with Quinn, so it was really a win-win situation for me. "Why'd you want me to win though? You didn't even know what was on the line."