New Year's Eve Dinner

It was not long before twelve o'clock, but that was more than enough time for the evening to be ruined. That's what Ramiro thought as he listened to Adrián bragging about how he put his subordinates in their place, who, he deduced, were more afraid of him than respected.

- And you Rami, how's your job going? -Adrian asked him, his wine glass moving closer to his lips, which were forming a provocative smile. Ramiro really disliked being called that. He saw the gazes of the eight guests fixed on him. In some of them, like Juampi's, there seemed to be a certain thirst for war. But Ramiro preferred to pretend that he was not bothered, and to answer politely.

- I am now in a much more comfortable position. I'm in a much more comfortable position now. I just have to sit here, paying attention to some monitors," he replied, hoping that they would stop being interested in his work life, as he was bored to death talking about it.

- Lucky for him," said Marcela, Ricardo's girlfriend.

But the truth was that Luciano's working life was far from enviable. He had been working for seven months as a security guard, and so far he had not been promoted. His girlfriend, Susana, on the other hand, was a twenty-seven-year-old architect, who had graduated with the best average in her class, and now earned a salary five times higher than his, and was also a teaching assistant at the same institution where she had graduated.

There were ten diners in all. Ramiro and Susana had spent Christmas with his family, and now they would celebrate the New Year with some friends. There would be time later to visit Susi's parents.

However, the reality was that those present were more Susi's friends than his. Marcela and Rocío, both friends from Susi's teenage years, with their respective boyfriends; then there was Rubén, a nice chubby guy who had done his degree with Susi. There were also Juampi and Adrián, who had been close to the couple for a few months but neither of them had come to the dinner with their girlfriends. Marcela thought this was strange, as they both looked so good: they clearly didn't look like Ramiro, so Marcela wondered where Susi would know them from. And finally a boy, barely eighteen years old, whose name was Benito. The latter contrasted markedly with the others, as the rest were all in their thirties. As far as Ramiro understood, he was a friend of Juampi and Adrián and, immediately, it seemed out of place that they would invite someone that neither he nor Susana knew, but what could he tell them. Besides, the boy wasn't to blame for anything, the poor guy had probably run out of a place to celebrate the end of the year.

They were all dressed in white, which Ramiro thought was a stupid custom, but to please his wife, he went along with them, putting on a white T-shirt with jeans. Susana looked beautiful. And yet her dress was not particularly suggestive. It was a simple, straight, loose design, without a flashy neckline, coming to a few inches above the knee, and of course, completely white. But as she sat there, it was not so much the dress that was worthwhile, but her well made-up face, her curly hair tied up in a coquettish bun, her sensual lips painted in a strident red, and her brown eyes with their well arched eyelashes that gave her a feline appearance that made her irresistible. Of the three women present, she was the prettiest by far.

- Rosco Fémur, pass me the wine, please," said Juampi, addressing the youngest of the group: Benito.

The group had been engaged in different chats, dividing into small subgroups. It was difficult to understand what the one two seats away was saying, but when Juampi raised his voice to address the boy, everyone looked at Benito, intrigued. Ramiro seemed to notice that Susana was hinting at a smile.

- Rosco Fémur? -Why do they call you that?

Her boyfriend, Ricardo, a trauma doctor, said something in her ear. Then the girl smiled, and blushed. Ramiro didn't understand at first, since he didn't even know exactly what a femur was, although it seemed to him that it had something to do with bones. But when he noticed the mischievous smiles of some of the guests, he put two and two together and understood.

- Well, some people are born gifted, and some of us make do with what we can, right, Rami? -said Adrian, moving to the head of the table, where the master of the house was sitting.

Susana saw the vein in her boyfriend's neck throb, and his teeth clenched. Ramiro said nothing, but he sensed that Adrian was already going too far. He was one of the few people, along with his girlfriend, who knew that he possessed a very small penis. That had caused him a lot of suffering, as he had always found it very difficult to maintain his relations with Susi for any length of time. But that was the genetics he had been given. Seven centimetres. That was what he had. It wasn't even a micropenis, so he didn't even have the consolation that what was wrong with him was a malformation. He just had a small one. He felt Susanna's hand squeezing his, under the table. At that moment she calmed down, or at least began to do so.

- Well, I don't know how Ramiro has it," Rubén interjected unexpectedly. But to have conquered Susi, he must be doing something very well. Look how she had no shortage of suitors at school. And not just students...

- Don't remind me of the old Pereteiro," said Susi, although the memory of the old stalker seemed to amuse her.

Ramiro thanked Rubén silently. There were those things about New Year's Eve parties when you were forced to share a table with people you didn't get on with at all. To begin with, he hadn't planned to invite Adrián and Juampi, let alone this Fémur guy, who he didn't even know, but Adrián had invited himself at the last minute, and he hadn't known how to say no to him. It was true that in the last few months they had been very close, but they weren't close enough to be close at that moment, and in fact, he didn't even like him. But there was nothing to be done now.

- Well, it's time for a toast," said Ricardo.

- Shall we bring the champagne, my love? -said Susi to Ramiro.

They went to the kitchen and took the drinks out of the freezer. She hugged him and kissed him on the mouth.

- Are you all right, my love? -he asked. Although he knew that Adrian's attitude was getting on his nerves. He had always been intimidated by him, and the other one, like a teenage bully, never missed an opportunity to tease him.

- Yes," he said. Well, actually... Is it all right for you to treat me like this in my own house? -Ramiro finally said, indignant. After all, on top of the fact that she had been so kind as to invite him, she was making fun of him to his face.

- No, but you know how it is," said Susi, and when she saw that the answer didn't seem to satisfy her partner, she added: "Once we've had a toast, we'll put up with them for a while longer and cordially invite them to leave. Remember that tomorrow we have to go to my parents' early.

Saying that, he winked mischievously. The truth was that they would only be going to her in-laws' in the afternoon, but it was a good excuse to get rid of the guests. Anyway, Susi's friends were going to finish the party at a private party. They would probably invite Rubén, and also Adrián and the others. They just had to hold out a little longer and they would finally be alone.

- Oh no," said Susi when Ramiro pinched her ass.

They could say what they wanted about him, but that cute ass belonged to him. Anyway, he decided that very night he would tell Susi that from that moment on they would cut off relations with Adrian and Juampi. She would understand.

- Hey, what took you guys so long? -asked Marcela, jocularly.

Champagne was served in elegant glasses. Ramiro didn't like to toast with champagne. He had always toasted with cider. But some of Susi's friends liked to pretend to be snobs, and in reality, they belonged to a circle he didn't come from. That was also why there was sushi for dinner. He would rather have the traditional barbecue. But when a group of middle-class millennials got together, there was no way to change their minds. What was nice about that meal was that it was very light, ideal for nights when they were expecting to have a good sex session, as he intended it to be.

Like a sick joke of fate, he felt a twist in his stomach. Before dinner he had eaten a bar of chocolate with almonds, had that been it? Maybe she shouldn't have mixed it.

Marcela counted. When she decreed it was time, the ten glasses met in the centre of the table, and clinked. Ramiro noticed then, that when Susi and Adrián toasted, Adrián was ogling her. Then they began to wish each other congratulations, individually, giving each other hugs and kisses on the cheek. Ramiro did not lose sight of Adrián, who, when he embraced Susana, hugged her tightly. She leaned in to kiss his cheek, but he moved his face in the same direction as hers, causing their lips to meet.

Susi pulled her face away, and laughed, nervous.

- Sorry, Rami," said Adrián. I didn't mean to.

- You should apologise to me, asshole," said Susi. She saw her boyfriend, who was about to explode. Don't listen to him, love, he's just stupid.

- What alcohol does... you've already started to see double, eh, Adri? -said Ruben, who had been watching the scene very closely, trying to put some cloth on.

- Yes, that's right. I think I had a bit too much to drink," commented Adrián, and only then did he let go of Susana's waist. Hey, let's go see the fireworks!

The group had fallen into a tense silence that was saved by the hero of the night, Rubén. Now they all went out into the back yard, to watch the spectacle that was being unleashed in the sky. Ricardo, Adrián and Juampi had bought pyrotechnics, and set about lighting them.

Ramiro didn't find this custom amusing either, besides he felt sorry for the poor dogs who suffered with so much noise. The couple lingered in the doorway.

- I'm sure he did it on purpose," said Ramiro.

- Don't be silly. He's an idiot, but not that dumb," said Susi, holding his hand.

Ramiro felt a twinge stronger than the last one. Drinking champagne hadn't helped. Now he hated that drink more than before.

- I'm coming," he said.

He went to the bathroom to evacuate. When he finished, far from being relieved, he realised that he was worse than he had imagined. He hated his luck. That night he had hoped to enjoy Susi's beautiful body, but now he doubted that she was in good condition to do so. All he needed was for her to get diarrhea while they were fucking.

When he returned to the yard, he saw his wife walking away from Adrian, who was watching her with a devious grin.

When they got bored of throwing rockets in the air, they went back to the living room.

- Well, shall we go to that party you told us about? -said Rubén, turning to Marcela. Apparently, Rubén had realised that something wasn't right. It was better to leave the couple alone, and the sooner they did, the better. Marcela seemed about to object, as it was too early to go, but at the last moment she realised the same thing Rubén had warned her about.

- Sure, shall we go? You're all invited," she said, turning to Adrian's little group.

They said goodbye, wishing each other a prosperous two thousand and twenty-three. Ramiro got another cramp, this time with a sharp pain in his belly, so he had to rush into the bathroom.

Susi saw how the guests were getting into the car, but at the last moment, Adrián said something to Marcela, and returned to the house together with Juampi and Rosco, aka Fémur.

- What happened? -she asked.

- Here, the lover's head forgot his mobile phone," said Adrián, referring to the gifted teenager who accompanied him.

- Well, tell me where you left it, I'll bring it to you," said Susi.

- I just... I don't remember where I left it. We'd better go in and look for it.

Somewhat disgruntled, she let them pass. While they were looking for the device, Susi set about clearing the table. The first thing she did was to gather up the pile of dishes and take it to the kitchen sink. As she was about to return to the dining room, Adrian appeared, carrying a tray with the glasses he had used.

- How rude of us not to stay and help you clean up," he said, setting the tray on the counter.

Susi leaned on that same counter. She stared at him, indignantly. They were side by side.

- You behaved rudely all night," she said, "I don't like you making fun of my boyfriend, like you were some fucking kid bullying his classmate. You humiliate him every chance you get.

- But your boyfriend humiliates himself," said Adrian.

Susi slapped him across the face. He liked to see her pretty face with protruding cheekbones and green eyes, flushed from the blow.

But Adrian was not unmoved. Menacingly, he cornered her against the counter. His pelvis pressed into her navel, brazenly.

- Cut it out, I don't think it's funny," she warned.

He paid her no heed, however. He used all the strength in his body to hold her tight, and prevent her from moving. His big, rough hand slipped under her dress.

- What are you doing? -she said, shocked.

She tried to push him off, but Adrian was a big man: he remembered his rugby past, he was big. He grabbed her arm, and tried to pull away, but she didn't pull him back an inch, on the contrary, the thick, veiny arm kept going until it met Susi's thighs.

- No, I don't want to now," she whispered in barely half a voice.

The dress was getting more and more wrinkled, as it lifted higher and higher. Skilful fingers were now rubbing, too close to her sex.

- Do you really think I'm going to leave without fucking you? -he asked. It almost sounded like a threat.

- But if Ramiro sees us...

- Don't worry, your boyfriend is very busy in the bathroom. And from what I heard when I passed by, he's got plenty of time," he explained, letting out a perverse chuckle.

- No, wait. This is getting out of control. Besides, that boy, Fé... Benito, who is he?

- You know who he is," said Adrian.

As if he had been summoned, the adolescent leaned out of the kitchen doorway. He leaned comfortably against the doorframe, as if he were watching a film. What he saw instead was the beautiful hostess shuddering as Adrian groped her. The dress was pulled up so high that the woman's beautiful legs were bare to her thighs. She watched as Adrian said something in her ear. She looked displeased, but finally nodded her head.

It was unbelievable. Adri had explained it to him, but he didn't quite believe it, and it was only now that he realised that what he had promised him had not been a joke. He approached the couple. She was still a little reluctant, she didn't do anything. But neither was she putting up any kind of resistance as the man seemed to be delving into her sex.

Suddenly Susi became aware of Fémur's presence, and gasped. The boy was already approaching them. He was a very cute young man, with slightly bulging blue eyes, slim and tall, with very short brown hair. He was wearing green shorts, and a plain white loose shirt, long enough to cover the part where he was hiding that member that, according to Juampi, was huge. He stood next to Adrian. He tenderly rested his hand on Susi's face, and made her look him in the eyes. Then he kissed her mouth. He used his lips and tongue in an incredibly skilful way. He even went so far as to bite her lower lip, but with just enough force not to leave a mark.

Susi's crotch began to acknowledge receipt: it was a fire, and at the same time, a lagoon. Adrian pulled aside the panties that covered her, and dipped a finger in, feeling the incredible wetness in that crevice. Femur grabbed his hand and brought it to her sex. Susi at last proved that her nickname was not an exaggeration. An abnormal cock lay behind the fly. Now she understood why the boy wore that shirt so long, several sizes too big. Surely all his clothes were like that. If he got an erection at an inopportune moment, he would be exposed to everyone. She felt the thick instrument, noting, to her astonishment, that it wasn't even fully erect.

- What's going on here? -Femur heard someone say.

He looked at the entrance to the kitchen. There was the boyfriend of the girl who was massaging his cock, and Juampi. This Ramiro was wild-eyed and red-faced, and the vein in his forehead looked like it was about to burst. However, Juampi, who was a muscular, long-haired man, much bigger than him, held him still.

Fémur felt fear. He knew, he had seen it in many films, that men like that, who look weak and let themselves be humiliated by others, when they finally decide to act, they do so with full conviction, leaving a pile of corpses in their wake.

But perhaps he had nothing to fear. Juampi was as big as Adrián, but, unlike Adrián, he belonged to one of those traditional families of San Isidro. His surname was well known in the influential sectors of politics, so it had not been difficult for him to enter the labour market as a serious economist with a master's degree in a multinational company in which he was in charge of a resources area responsible for handling a considerable amount of money. His parents had made him study in the best schools in Buenos Aires and he frequented the high circles mixed with the notable families of the upper classes. His girlfriend, for example, a beautiful blonde, would not leave him alone in the sun or in the shade because of the number of women who practically offered themselves to him like bunches of bunches. He had met many beautiful women because of their physical appearance with whom he had had multiple affairs, but none of them looked like the one Adrián had recently introduced him to. Inseparable friends since school days, they were both classic party louts who practiced all kinds of abuse on the poor weaklings of the class. Adrian and Juan Pablo attended the best parties as teenagers, where they made their early debut with those girls that everyone drooled over, the daughters of their parents' friends.

Fémur saw again that Juampi was saying something to him. The words came out quickly, and in whispers, but Fémur managed to hear the phrase "Remember what we talked about".

Then Ramiro seemed to calm down a little. And now, the face of anger was replaced by one of helplessness and resignation. His eyes became very bright, and even seemed on the verge of tears. Adri, for his part, whispered something in Susi's ear again. This time the boy heard it clearly, although he couldn't understand what she meant.

- See, I told you," said the guy who took him to that crazy house.

Susi looked at Ramiro, as if waiting for him to say or do something. But he didn't open his mouth or lift a finger. Then Adrian bent down, and as he did so, he pulled down Susi's underwear. It was a nice white thong that was now at ankle level. Juampi was still holding the boyfriend, though he was no longer resisting, and was whispering things in his ear, as if he were a little devil that had climbed up on his shoulder, to whisper wicked things to him.

Susana took a step forward, leaving the thong on the floor. Adrian took it.

- Let's go somewhere more comfortable," said the latter.

He grabbed Susi by the hand and prepared to leave the kitchen. When they both passed the groom, Adrian put the thong on his head, as if it were a hat.

- Be a good boy and keep it," he said.

Fémur thought that this exaggeratedly hostile attitude was going to spoil the nice evening that awaited them. But Ramiro just took the thong off his head and rolled it up in his hand. The boy went after the lovers, which he took the opportunity to caress Susi's ass, almost under her boyfriend's nose. When he told his friends what was going on, they wouldn't believe it. He was having the best start of the year of his life. He had always liked older women, and this one, in particular, was very hot; besides, Adrian had told him that she was a university teacher, which gave him a special morbid curiosity, since he had enrolled in the same university, and in the same career where she was teaching.