Another Happy New Year

Aged 26 I was living on South Coast of England but returned North for Xmas. My parents had moved out of the region so I stayed with a couple of friends before my flight back South. New Year's Eve was spent with Clare....

New Year's Eve rolled around, and without any specific plans, Clare and I called in on a few mates with the plan of a few drinks to see the New Year in. Unfortunately we found no-one willing to partake, the first set of friends were all ill with cold and definitely NOT in the partying mood. The 2nd set had a dinner party planned and we were not invited and certainly not welcome.

"Let's just go back to mine and get pissed," Clare suggested. I was happy with that idea, feeling a bit deflated at the lack of other options.

Clare lie a drink and ALWAYS had a good stash of beers, wines and spirits.

We drank into the evening, listening to music, caught up on old stories and amused ourselves with how cool we were and how sad all our other friends clearly were...

As midnight approached we were both pretty drunk and Clare suggested playing cards.

"Isn't cards a bit dull?" I said

"Ok then, lets make it interesting."

"I haven't got a penny on me, so that's not going to happen," I protested

"I wasn't talking about playing for money," Clare laughed. "How about we play strip poker?"

NOW I was interested. Suddenly the night had gone up a notch, I had always had a lust for Clare despite us being great mates. She had watched me get a hand job from onw of our other mates all those years ago, but other than a drunken kiss we'd never gone any further. The prospect of seeing her big DD tits excited me more than I could express...

"So, do you know how to play poker?" I asked.

"Well no.....but we could play Gin Rummy."

"Yeah that works for me," I replied

Little did I know at this point that Clare was effectively a card sharp - she rarely lost a game of Gin having spent years and years playing with her parents and grandparents on family holidays.

So, as expected, I started losing hand after hand. I lost my jumper, my t-shorts, socks and trousers until I was playing in just my boxers. Clare remained fully clothed at this point. The realisation dawned that I was being played 

The next 2 hands surprisingly went my way - I managed to get Clare out of her jumper and t-shirt, but her bra stayed on, protecting her mighty assets. I suspect she was toying with me as the sight of her huge tits made my cock start to thicken and it was very visible through the thin material of my boxers

Unsurprisingly, the next had was won easily by Clare. She motioned with her eyes and said "come on. let's see it then."

My cock, whilst not fully hard was nicely thick and engorged.

I paused for a second, "You sure?" I questioned. "We've never done this before."

"Oh I'm sure. Get it out," Clare responded all to quickly.

What else could I do? I lowered by boxers and let me semi-hard cock spring out. Clare made no effort to hide the fact she was checking out every inch of me. The feeling of nakedness, the excitement and the attention from her greedy eyes made my cock garden fully and point up towards my stomach.

"Very nice," Clare chuckled. "What you going to do if you lose the next hand then?"

"I guess that's for you to decide," I replied. "Any chance of a game of snap?"

I sat down cross legged, my erection pointing up, partially hidden by my cards but bobbing with excitement at Clare's gaze.

"OK, let's make it a bit more even and just play highest card wins," Clare suggested.

That was more my game and after 2 or 3 hands I had Clare in just her bra and panties. The next round was won and instructed to unsnap her bra and release those amazing globes I had been lusting after.

Clare did as instructed and after a few moments, she dropped her bra and let her tits free. Milky white breasts, big pink areolas and large erect nipples. My cock twitched even more...

"So, what now?" Clare enquired.

"OK. 1 final hand. The loser has to masturbate the other."

"I LOVE that idea," said Clare. "Gin Rummy again"? she teased.

"No, let's stick with highest card wins. At least give me a chance."

Clare went first, clutching her card against her naked breasts. I pulled out an 8. Not low, not high. I trembled in fear and showed Clare my card.

"Oh fuck," Clare exclaimed and showed me the 7 of clubs.

"YES!" I shouted excitedly. 

"You know, you don't have to do this. It was just a jokey bet."

"I want to do this," Clare said. "Come and sit on the sofa."

I sat down, my cock still sticking up and harder than I'd ever felt it. Clare sat down next to me, placed her hand on my thigh and said "I've wanted to do this all night. Lay back and enjoy it."

With that, she wrapped her hand around my cock and started jerking me slowly with a perfect technique - the knuckle of her thumb finding the edge of my head with every stroke. I reached over and cupped her right breast in my left hand, feeling the weight of those mighty orbs and flicking my thumb against her hard nipple.

She quickened the pace of her jerking, cupping my balls with her free hand as I felt my legs start to weaken and my balls tighten.

"Oh Clare, I'm gonna........" I exclaimed as a rope of cum shot into the air and landed on my chest. Followed by 3 more healthy ropes, spurting all over her hand, my balls and my legs.

"Oh my God that was amazing," I stammered. "Fuck. I needed that."

Clare leaned in to kiss me as she carried on jerking my softening cock, before breaking our embrace to clean me up with my shirt.

"Happy New Year" she whispered with a smile on her face before standing up and leading me to the bedroom where I repaid the favour with my tongue then later than night we had sex for the first time. That was the start of a 2 or 3 year Friends with Benefits thing we had going.

We are both married now with kids and sadly fell out during the pandemic. I miss my mate, but I also miss those huge tits and her amazing hand job technique.