The last squirt of the year

Unfinished! Resolution? No.

Vanessa and I have been friends since high school. I had a crush on her for even longer, but I was too shy to talk to her. We have been celebrating new years together for many years. And so did we this year. We invited some of her friends. I don't have any. Well, I do. Her.

In the evening we played some games like twister and sharades. For some reason she invited only her female friends and they all dressed very... openly. Needless to say that being the only guy was kinda cool, but also difficult. I had to excuse myself multiple times. Not to jerk off. I thought about it, but it would be rude. I just wanted to cool off for a bit and stood in front of an open window.

Vanessa followed me the third time I left. She asked me if I'm okay. We're pretty open with each other, but I wasn't going to tell her that her friends turn me on so much I can't stay around for a long time. So I told her that I felt a little bit sick, but she doesn't have to worry. She didn't believe me. She told me exactly what I was actually thinking. I felt exposed.

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I rubbed my dick between her boots. Faster and faster. Apparently she noticed I was about to cum, since she took a step to the side. I ejaculated straight on the floor. It was embarassing, but not as embarassing as what was about to happen. She placed her boot over the little squirt of cum. "I guess this is the last squirt of the year." She slowly lowered her boot onto it. She twisted her foot and started walking away. I was too overwhelmed to react.

Shortly before she reached the door to return to the party I managed to gather myself and ask: "Can I kiss you at midnight?"

She smiled at me. "You can kiss the bottom of my boot at midnight."