New Year. Eve's a Party. 2025 Words

For those that follow my work, you know I love to put together those longer pieces. This is a personal challenge to try and put a short story together in 2,025 words to herald in 2025.

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In the meantime, Happy New Year to you all!

New Year. Eve's A Party

Bang! Crawling unscathed from a wrecked vehicle after being blown up by an IED in Afghanistan, afterwards,

lucky bastard

was a phrase often tossed my way. You'd have thought that would be

my big life event

everybody experiences in some way. No, karma had a trick up her sleeve, paying me back for walking away that day.

Leaving the army, I became a Regular Reserve, ex-forces personnel who sign up should our services ever be called on again. Once a year, I was released from work to go play soldiers. Unfortunately, during the last stint, the enemy went deep undercover, as in the covers of my marital bed, sabotaging my marriage. The enemy was my then neighbour, Steve, along with the traitor, my wife, Paula. She had some problem with the plumbing, so asked for his help. Help? She unfortunately took

love thy neighbour

literally and beyond any religious connotations. The plumbing he fixed happened to be her personal plumbing that was supposed to be for me to use

my

tool in, not his.

Walking in the door from the stint of being away training, she couldn't look me in the eye because of the guilt. It quickly spewed out. It wasn't supposed to happen, it was a big mistake. By coincidence, Steve's wife Eve had been away on a course, so he was at a loose end. He‌ sorted the plumbing, she cooked him dinner, opened a bottle of wine, and... you've guessed. One thing led to another, yada-yada-yada.

Angry?

Abso-fucking-lutely.

I kicked shit out of his front door, thinking he was cowering behind it. Turned out he'd hightailed it after his wife as she'd cottoned on the minute she came home, too. Back home, I ranted whilst Paula apologised, as if her life depended on it. She swore blindly it was a one-off thing, a series of events that day that aligned, let it happen. Reminding me both her and Steve's guilt instantly gave them away, she assured me it would never,

ever

happen again. Swallowing my pride, I tried, God, I really tried to put it down to a one-off. It took three weeks for the dust to settle.

The bomb... they didn't use a condom, and she was pregnant with the cunt's sprog. So, you see, the IED was tame compared to the final nuclear detonation that turned my marriage into radioactive ash in an instant. Physically, I walked away again like the time in Afghanistan. Mentally, this was a different story. I felt dead inside, so I took a leaf out of Eve's book. I didn't want to face the humiliation, made worse by the pair of them shacking up in Steve's house. So, I bolted, relocating down to the West country and severed all links unless it was through a solicitor. If I would have stayed, I'm sure the rage would've won and I'd make them pay for their misdemeanour in a physical and permanent way. No, I really don't want to rot in some prison somewhere.

Six months later, I called my sister Stella for some support. It didn't go as planned.

"Hello Stel, can you and Tony do me a favour? I need to crash for a night, I'm going to come collect my tools stored in the garage before the house sale is finalised in early Jan."

"Look what the cat's dragged in. He suddenly realises he has a big sister that he hasn't contacted for a couple of months and neglected to give her his new number. The short answer's no...unless you do it over the New Year's Day break. I'm sick of telling people I haven't a clue where you are. Get your arse here, you have a room, and we won't be entertaining any guest from Camp Slut on the night.

"Oh fuck, Stel, please don't make me, not yet."

"No show at party, no help. Simples."

That was it, I knew I had to crawl out from under my rock at some point. May as well be their New Year Eve's party.

۞۞۞۞

The journey was a total nightmare. An accident closed the M25 turning half of Southern England into a giant car park. I nearly turned back, but soldiered on, arriving close to ten at night. Once inside, my bag stashed in my bedroom, I joined the party. Despite my initial feelings of it being some shitshow of sympathy, it wasn't - old news I presumed. By elevenish, a fair few drinks had lubricated my soul and I needed to pee. With a queue for the downstairs bathroom, I went to use the en-suite in my bedroom. Letting the stream of warm liquid hose the inside of the toilet bowl, the sound of the bedroom door being opened caught my ear. I called out to the unknown person.

"You want the next room, this is my bedroom. All the coats are being stashed in there."

Nobody answered. After finishing my business, I walked out of the en-suite and straight into... Eve. I felt shell-shocked. Other than the cheating pair, she was the last person I'd expect to see here. We stood, silently, just looking at each other from a few feet apart. She forced a smile, then spoke.

"Hi Ross, your sister invited me. She knows we've never spoken about what happened, figured we could do with a chance to do it here. She suggested I come, in fact I'm staying here too. As soon as I heard you'd rocked up, I snuck into my room. Cold feet, wasn't sure I could face you yet."

I gave a slight snort, more of a sniff, acknowledging her sentiment.

"Trust my sister, loves fixing people's lives!"

I laughed, which threw her.

"Why's that funny?"

"That we ran away, not them."

Stepping forward, a hand reaching up to cup my cheek, her pensive face looking at me.

"Yep, that's so fucked up. Ironically, they've been shunned by almost all our common friends, and then some! Rumours are, they are moving away from the area once the house sales are finalised."

"So what about you, Eve, how's your life, moving forward yet?"

"Not quite yet, but I do have a confession. Whereas those dumb fuck spouses couldn't stick to their wedding vows, it didn't mean that ... something

spicy

didn't enter my mind occasionally. Especially when you'd be out mowing your lawns with that old push-pull mower, your muscled arms flexing, those beads of sweat, my fingers busy in my knickers...

oops! Did I just say that out loud?"

I'd never viewed my ex-neighbour with sexual intent, but right now, she radiated something that I clearly recognised. Lust. Stepping closer, those deep brown eyes glinted in the low light of the bedroom, full of mischievousness and purposeful intent as creamy mounds of flesh abound, peeked from the LBD that embellished her curves. Her hands gripped my unshaven face, pulling me down towards the five-foot odd brunette bombshell as her lips hungrily sought out mine, clashing together almost angrily, her tongue lashing across my teeth before duelling with my tongue in a spit and soft flesh frenzy.

Unlike Paula, Eve was well stacked up top, the fleshy globes flattened against me beneath the fabric as she teetered on tip-toes to remain lip-locked. The beast in me stirred. Lust? Revenge? Primal need? I had no idea, this unexpected turn of events fired up the most animalistic part of my brain to relish this sudden encounter. Sliding my arms down her back, I pulled the material of the dress upwards, then went further down, trying to cup each arse cheek. Not wasting a second, we uncoupled to allow her to bounce upwards, her legs starting to wrap around me as each hand cupped those solid arse cheeks lifting her up so her pillowy breasts pressed into my chest.

"Do it, I've wanted this since the moment I clapped eyes on you!"

She hissed like a woman possessed, as I moved around in an arc to stand facing the bottom of the bed. Her arms clung to me as she tried again to take my face off by continuing the kissing assault, simultaneously grinding against the hardness now throbbing away inside my trousers. Moving my hands to grip her waist, I broke the limpet grip where she clung to my neck. As she began to fall away, I threw her back onto the bed, watching her body bounce as it hit the duvet. Her chest, rising and falling with each deep and quickened breath as she looked back at me, watching as I leant forward to grab at the gusset of her black hose, ripping a huge hole to reveal a scant black thong. Her body shuddered, shivering momentarily at the unexpected act of desire. She lay, trembling, anticipating, wanting...

Her eyes looked piercingly at me, urging me on. I stood, slowly undoing the buttons of my shirt one by one, making a show of sliding it from my body. Staring directly at her, my belt, button and zip heralded the fall of my trousers. As I pushed my boxers down, letting the fleshy weapon loose, her hands slipped down to pull her thong aside, and give me a demonstration of what she'd confessed to.

"Oh God, so many times... so many times I stood watching, frigging myself half to death imagining you pounding into me... I want it, I want you to do it, turn the fantasy into reality, give me what I desire, I ne..."

Within seconds, I practically pounced on top of her body, at the same time grabbing the tool she wanted and aiming it for the warm and wet target she'd made clear was the goal. In one push, sinking deeply inside, the sensation of heat, stickiness and restriction triggering a response to do as she wished - start to pound into her body with passion.

My lips were on hers, not that she could speak, her eyes closed tightly as her mouth formed an O, the thrust expelling air from her lungs as the succubus's arms reached around to rake her nails along my back, trailing them through the skin. Flesh on flesh, we rutted against each other hard, those brown eyes fixed on my own as if hypnotically egging me on.

My ex-wife and the few women I'd fucked since the demise, were tall, athletic even. The short voluptuous being below me jiggled like an earth mother, making me realise that there was something so hot, in fact incendiary, in fucking this little pocket rocket.

We kept going, not slackening the pace as the waft of sexual indulgence filled the air, the headboard adding a regular, hard percussion beat as it touched the wall every time I bottomed out inside her divine body.

""Harder!... Fuck... Me... Harder... Make... Me... Cummmm!"

Slamming in and out hard, our groins came together in a mix of fluids tainting our coupled bodies. The pace, relentless, one that I certainly couldn't sustain, finally arriving at the point almost together as she started to thrash around underneath me, with an almost inhuman strength. The squelchy sounds of the various body fluids increased in volume as she squirted all over my crotch, her tunnel spasming, gripping me to an almost halt as I let go myself, my pent-up release causing every muscle in my body to strain, finally filling this wild and sexy, woman.

Stopping, weakly rolling off her body, I lay next to her in the sex swamp that was once a bed. The sound of fireworks could be heard along with cheering and the sound of Big Ben chiming from a TV downstairs. Midnight arrived. I turned my sweat-covered head to look at her, gulped air and spoke.

"Happy New Year, good riddance to the last one!"

She didn't even have the energy to turn her head as her perspiration-laden chest heaved up and down.

"

Fuck

... that was one hell of a firework display, it was one that I could only fantasise about before! Now, unshackled from marriage, it's my number one resolution for the new year, to repeat that with you as often as we can!"

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