New Year Celebrations

Susan's life went on as usual with work and classes. I had no way of knowing whether she had abandoned figure modelling besides following her around which I was not prepared to do. She seemed to know how to use makeup when I met her, but somewhere in her modelling phase, she had started to apply ashen white makeup base and vermilion lipstick. My mom and I gently suggested that we liked her old look better and took to calling her new apparition-like appearance "spooky kabuki" between ourselves. She looked weird and awful. Susan would sometimes ask me to make her a distress drink when she arrived from the day's exertion or tedium. She liked sweet drinks like white Russians. She seemed to consume a lot of alcohol alone in her condo. On her birthday, the first full year we were together, I gave her a case of Beringer White Zinfandel as one of her gifts along with a thirty-two function Singer sewing machine I felt she could use some of her marvelous gift for crafts with and also to suggest I wanted to create a situation of domesticity with her, which at that point, I did. Well, as far as I know, Susan never used the sewing machine, but she alone or with companion(s) had finished off five of the six bottles of wine in one day by the time I had arrived the next evening, and she had gone through about half of the last bottle. She celebrated Christmas of 1996 back in West "by God" Virginia as she called it-at least I thought she had, one year, either 1996 or 1997, she was on a shopping trip pre Christmas with her mom to Atlanta when I called and her dad answered at the house. She had come down by way of Nashville and slept in the condo but never bothered to tell me anything beyond she was headed home for the holidays and would be back in Nashville in a few days keeping me in the dark that she was actually here on her way through and certainly not inviting me to go with her. But in 1996, Susan actually was here (in Nashville) for the end of year bash. I asked her if she wanted to go out and do anything to celebrate, but she said she did not want to fight the crowds. We would just live it up at the condo. She asked me to bring a bottle of Champagne. Judging from the way she could put it away, I picked up two chilled bottles of Freixenet Cordon Negro which I thought was pretty good for the price at that time. When I arrived with bottles in hand and she buzzed me up, she was in negligee. I thought she wanted some immediate attention and was prepared to dive right in, but she insisted we would ring the new year in right around midnight. I watched some of the pre ball drop celebrations and she summoned me into the boudoir just before the fateful hour. She said, "I'm gonna give you a new year you're never going to forget. I want you to fuck my tight ass." I had never done this and told her, "Homey, don't play that. That ain't in my repertoire baby." But she assured me it was perfectly safe as she had no workplace exposure, was tested all the time, and had had both hepatitis and meningitis vaccines. She said, "I want you to stick it, but I want you to lick it first to get me lubricated." I just about bolted but the normal revulsion was tempered by the sparking wine buzz, the New Year excitement, and the forbidden fruit rush, doing the taboo. I asked her if she was clean, she assured me she had bathed and put on the lingerie just before I got there. I started with foreplay, kissing, licking neck and ears, sucking hardening nipples, worked my way down to her bellybutton, and on into cunnilingus where she tasted quite clean and finally did what she had requested. I approached with reserve, sort of like a guerrilla stalking a sentry, but when I started to gently probe with my tongue, Susan bucked wildly and tried to pull my face deeply into her anus with her hands. I inserted one finger lubricated with saliva, then two, then several, before she said, "I'm ready, put your dick in." I normally have great control but the second my glans began to enter she screamed in pain and I came immediately. I was worried that she would think I was a sadist relishing her anguish, but she simply went to sleep. In the morning, much to my surprise, she wanted me to butt fuck her again, saying I had the angle wrong and had not given her time for her sphincter to relax. All of a sudden, my recovering virgin was a sodomy expert.