Having gone into the Army right out of high school, I was always the youngest person in the crowd. Once settled onto a military base in Japan, I began to become friends with co-workers, most of them married with spouses and family living in off-base housing.

We partied every weekend. Afternoons were often spent playing volleyball and drinking beer; nights were for music, dim lights, and foggy hazes of pungent smoke.

One couple I came to know, Roberto (Robbie) and Juanita (Nita), taught me much about the barrio they came from in southern California. They had a small daughter, Jessie, just two years old, who had become my buddy. Robbie and Nita fed me dinner often. I was just to show up with some beer and I got to eat beans and rice. Their couch was my bed for more than one night I can remember.

Word got around our circle of friends quickly that Robbie and Nita were having the New Year’s Eve party my first year amongst them. Their house was small, so Robbie and I moved all the living room furniture into a bedroom to make more room for dancing.

Jessie was set to spend the night with a sitter, so Nita felt comfortable turning loose and playing. And Nita did love to play. Her black eyes could shine and almost gleam when she was happy. She was short, built firm and strong, her long black hair almost always pulled back severely and tied in a bun. I understood early on in knowing them that I was attracted to her, but even in my youth I respected their marriage. Being young, I wasn’t quite sure I understood the pride Robbie displayed for Nita. He obviously loved her, but he also enjoyed seeing how others reacted to her simple, pure, basic beauty.

The party began early that New Year’s Eve, no one feeling particularly inclined to arrive late for the sake of being cool. There were five or six couples there, all married, and me, the lone, young, southern single guy they all had taken under their wing. Kindly, I was passed around amongst the wives for dancing. The guys all laughed, but I wasn’t complaining. Hell, none of them had to go home to a barracks full of snoring guys.

Much of the party was a blur of music, laughter, and imbibing, at least until near midnight when Nita came to me and took my hand.

“Come with me,” she said with a broad smile, leading me to the middle of her living room floor, “You and I will bring in the new year together.”

I looked to the wall where Robbie stood with some of the guys. He was smiling at us, approving, I guessed. Nita and I danced. No one interfered or interrupted, almost everyone was watching, couples dancing around us, people standing against the wall. We danced fast dances; we danced slow dances. It was the slow dances that told me more. Nita drew herself close to me, grinding against me from time to time, her breath was hot on my neck as I leaned over to hold her while we danced.

During one slow dance, Nita kissed me. She had done that before, a gentle, friendly kiss on the lips, but never anything like this kiss. Her hands took the back of my head and held me as her lips moved on mine, her tongue entering my mouth in a search. I didn’t know what to do but I didn’t fight her. My eyes were closed, surrendering to her. I heard Robbie laugh and say, “Look at that.”

Midnight was only minutes away and I was in the middle of the floor with Nita attached to my face. She broke the kiss and we both looked at the circle of friends around us, standing and watching us, they were, all of them smiling.

“Just relax,” Nita whispered, “Just do what I say.”

“What?” I began to ask.

“Shhhhhh,” she said with a smile and then kissed me again.

Nita’s tongue was more insistent than before, demanding my tongue, so I gave it to her. She didn’t just take it, she consumed it, enveloped it with her own. I could hear the circle of people around us, but I couldn’t make out words, just sounds. Then I heard Robbie’s voice above the others say, “Ain’t she hot?”

Nita’s hands were under my t-shirt, her fingers tracing lines across my back along my spine. Being short, she ground herself into my thigh, her pubis pressing hard, moving, undulating.

“What?” I tried again, trying to break the kiss.

“I’m going to fuck you, John,” she whispered through a wicked grin as she bit my ear, “I’m going to fuck you right here, right now, in front of all these people. Just go with it.”

She pushed my t-shirt up and over my head, running one hand through the sparse hair on my chest, her other hand letting its fingertips trace wet lines on my face. Her smile was mischievous and knowing at the same time, her grip firm as she began to loose my belt. A whoop and cheer came from the women; applause from the men. Down went my zipper as the music blared on without anyone dancing. Out came my cock since no underwear was there to restrict it.

Nita held my cock by its shaft in an overhand grip. She didn’t stroke it, she just held it, studying it, weighing it. The other women had grown quiet, only the music was behind us. A clear drop at the tip caught her attention and she took the liquid on her finger and brought it to her mouth. She sucked the finger clean as she raised her eyes to mine and smiled.

She knelt in one move and pulled my jeans down to my ankles. Her grip returned to my cock, holding it against my abdomen as she went immediately to my balls. Her tongue flicked over me, batting my balls almost like a speed bag.

“It almost kills me when she does that to me,” Robbie said from a distance.

Nita was not into casual play. Her mouth took the head of my cock with serious intentions. Her eyes came up to mine and held me. Her mouth was stretched wide around me, her tongue swirling, her head beginning to move back and forth.

I groaned then, there is no better description. She stopped immediately and held me, her hand slowly stroking me as she looked around the room. The smiles on her friends must have told her what she wanted to know. She slowly rose, still stroking me smoothly, the wet head of my cock red and glistening in the dim light.

She tiptoed up to me and kissed me. “Get naked,” she murmured before stepping back and beginning to undress. I kicked off my sandals and stepped out of my jeans. I was done and ready to watch her.

Her blouse came first and then her jeans. The bra and panties gained no special fanfare before they disappeared and were tossed into the crowd. I had never seen Nita naked, but I had imagined it many times. Her breasts were firm, her nipples dark brown and pointed, her ass full and rounded, her pubic hair untrimmed and bushy.

Naked she stepped up to me and put her arms around me before drawing me down to kiss her again. “On your back,” she whispered, “On your back for me.”

I had never argued with Nita and didn’t intend to begin then. I moved down onto the floor. I was on my back when I felt the crowd move around us. Hell, they just all sat down on the floor around us in a circle.

My cock quivered and lurched and drooled as Nita stepped over me, standing over me with her facing me, looking down and smiling as she rubbed her pussy and her breasts at the same time.

The music held her there above me dancing and smiling, the music floated her hips from side to side. The music made her nipples rise and grow hard under her fingers, the music made her finger wet and shiny when she pulled it from her pussy.

Slowly Nita swayed from side to side as she lowered herself over me. The music drove the beat of my cock and it felt her wetness move over the underside of it. Nita was on her knees, straddling me, her hands still cupping her breasts. She ran her tongue over her lips as she rose on one foot and grasped my moistened cock. She positioned the tip and eased down on me in one smooth movement.

“Goddamn, I wish she’d let me take pictures,” Robbie said, laughing.

Nita was fucking me to the music, grinding herself on me, moving up and down my body, letting my cock settle deep inside her, letting my cock feel the squeezing and teasing of her pussy.

I reached up and took her breasts for her, letting my thumbs and forefingers find her nipples already hard and pointed. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as she took the music and me to her core. I heard no one speak around us, I had no sense of what they were doing, I was in the moment, inside Nita, and it felt right and good.

She came then, I could tell. Her pussy spasmed as did her torso. She shivered over me, loosing her juices to pour from her and onto me, wetting me, making me slick in a warm, intimate way. Her head came down and her eyes opened before she smiled to me. She leaned down to kiss me, her breast coming to lie against mine.

“Fuck me,” she whispered, “Fuck me but don’t cum inside me.”

I pulled my feet together with my knees bent and used the leverage to fuck up into her hard and fast. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer but I didn’t care. I wanted to cum before I burst. I could feel her taking me, I could hear the wet sounds even above the music. I held the cheeks of her ass, spreading them in my hands, as I fucked her as hard and as completely as I could.

I pulled her from me by her ass and let my cock spit its load into the air. Her pussy and ass came back to rub the top of my cock, along the shaft and head, as white splatters of cum launched onto her ass and her carpet.

Her mouth held mine as the last bit of cum ran from my tip and drooled down me from the straining slit of an opening.

“Godddamn, she is hot,” I heard Robbie say.

“Happy New Year,” Nita whispered into my ear just before her tongue swirled around the inside.

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