Happy New Year

The New Year's Eve when I was about 19 I was scheduled the closing shift with another waitress named Kate. She was a very cute girl with chestnut hair, almond eyes, and olive toned skin. She also had an identical twin sister Lanie with whom I was close and on whom I had a slight crush. I had known the twins since high school, but mine and Kate's relationship was tumultuous because she was deeply and jealously in love with her boyfriend, who was my best friend. On this night Kate was pissed at him and determined to spend New Year's Eve on her own. I invited her to go with me to a party after work, and she accepted. By the end of the party, I didn't think I should be driving any great distance, so I offered to let her stay at my house, which was closer than where we'd left her car.

Once we got to the house, I went to get a pillow and a blanket for the couch, but she followed me into her bedroom and climbed in my bed. Well I wasn't going to let this girl sleep in my bed while I slept on the couch, so I turned off the lights and got in bed with her. I was uncomfortable because I still had my clothes on, as did Kate. Lanie and I usually slept in our underwear, but I had never slept with Kate so I just tried to go to sleep. Not long after I lay down, Kate complained about her clothes, then sat up and took off her shirt and unzipped her pants and tossed them on the floor. As soon as she started undressing, I got rid of my pants and my bra, leaving my shirt on. We settled back down and I again tried to sleep, but I kept thinking of her lying nearly naked beside me, looking so much like her sister.

After a few minutes, I turned over on my side away from her, thinking she was asleep. But soon she turned over and scooted close behind me in the spoon position. Her arm went around my waist, then her hand slipped under my shirt and she began to rub my stomach. Slowly her hand slid up to my breast and her finger played with my nipple. Her sister Lanie and I had gotten this far before, but not much farther, so I was eager to see where this would go. I turned on my stomach, and almost before I could think, she was on her knees, pulling up my shirt and sucking on my other nipple. As she did this, her hand slid down into my underwear and she began to rub my clit in fast circles. There was a street light outside my window and I could see her silhouette and her hand moving between my legs. By this time I was moaning and telling her that I was going to cum soon, but if anything, she moved her fingers faster. I grabbed her breast and pinched her nipple with the only hand that could reach her, then I slid it down and slipped it inside her before I started jerking her off. She was so warm and wet that I felt myself start to cum and whispered, "I'm gonna cum sooo hard." She still didn't slow her fingers down, and she was still sucking on my nipple when I came, moaning and shaking. When I was finished, she laid back down, turned over on her side, and we both went to sleep.

Our escapade was the only secret I ever kept from her boyfriend, for fear of losing him as a friend. But when I told him years later, he said she had confessed, crying, the next day. I think she used it to destroy my and his relationship, but instead, I got to tell him all the details after they broke up.