Hey guys. This is the first erotic story I've published in a good 2 or 3 years. Long story short: I'm a different kid now. I've been going through a rough time lately. My mom thinks it's a mild form of depression. I stopped giving a damn about everything. To sum it up, I flunked out of college at the end of my 2
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year, in May 2014. I broke up with my girlfriend of 3 and a half years named Liv about a month later, and also around the same time stopped talking to my best friend Nate, and we haven't spoken since. I was an asshole to them both and I can honestly say I regret the way I treated them. I eventually wound up getting back together with Liv in December 2015 after a huge fight we had when she found out I was seeing a psychologist and didn't tell her, which was the topic of my last story I published before this one. The therapist is actually more helpful than I expected. And on top of all that shit, about 3-4 months after when this story takes place, my aunt was diagnosed with stage 3 breast cancer, and the thought of her fighting it scares the shit out of me. I've always been a dry and sarcastic person but over the past 2 years, it's gotten to the point where I'm so sarcastic that I sound like a dick, and people have told me that directly. To be perfectly honest, I'm still not 100% ok, my life is a clusterfuck right now, and I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me mentally. I'm applying to colleges for next semester, hoping to go into engineering, pretty much the only career that appeals to me. Anyway, between breaking up with Liv and getting back together with her, I dated my mom's best friend's smoking hot daughter Meghan, who I've always had a thing for, of which she was well aware. We lasted a little over a year before mutually agreeing we'd be better off just as close friends, and ended it on good terms. This is the 100% true story of when we spent New Year's Eve 2014 (going into 2015) together. The title kinda sucks lol so I apologize.
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"Matt, you've gotta relax, man. Stop moving your head."
"Sorry?" I said, spacing out and turning my head to look at her.
"Keep your head still!" Meg snapped.
She was taking me to a family New Years' Eve party tonight, and she had been trying unsuccessfully to trim my beard for me for the past half an hour. I was sitting on a chair in her bathroom, shirtless and with shaving cream all over my face, while she stood there with a razor blade and a frustrated look on her face.
She sighed. "Look, we're getting nowhere with this, and I've got shit to do. Just trim your beard a little, and then call it quits. I need to shower and put makeup on. Think you can do that for me?"
I smiled at her. "I'll do my best, love."
She leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Good. Leave a little stubble on your face. I like you like that. Goes with your hair and earrings." I was currently rocking a short military Mohawk as my hairstyle (and still am as I type this). I had also recently got earrings, tiny little black studs, nothing too flashy. I thought diamonds would look kinda douchey, so I opted for those instead. They kinda completed the Mohawk look and helped with my rockstar image. My name is Matt by the way, and I'm 22 (as I type this anyway, I was 20 at the time this happened). I played guitar and occasionally bass in a band. I was also a car junkie and an avid snowmobiler in the winter. I'm about 5'9", dark hair, greyish-blue eyes.
Now before I continue the story, let me tell you about Meghan, or Meg as she prefers to be called. We have something of a history, and it's kind of a long story so I'll sum it up. As stated earlier, I had been going through a tough time and had stopped seeing my old girlfriend Olivia, or Liv as she went by. She was in the same graduating class as Meghan, and all three of us went to the same high school. They both graduated the year before me though.
Now to say I had a thing for Meghan while growing up is a bit of an understatement. My mom knew about it and often referred to Meg's mom as my future mother-in-law. And Meg herself was well aware of it all throughout our childhood. Our parents were best friends, so I hung out with her a lot. She was the first girl I ever kissed. We were in a corn maze years and years ago around Halloween one year with a large group of friends. She partnered with me and unbeknownst to me, led me away from everyone else to a secluded part of the maze. She kept getting closer to me and remarking how we were "all alone here", and asked me if I had ever kissed a girl before. I said no, still completely clueless, and she said "Well guess what, you're about to", and just sort of came at me, and that was that. Neither of us ever told anyone. I also took her to a multiple school dances in high school. There had always been a mutual attraction between us, but we never dated until now. I was too much of a pussy to grow some balls and ask her out. Then I met Liv when I was 16 and fell for her, but my crush on Meg never truly went away. I would never have acted on it while dating Liv, but still.
As for looks, Meghan has always been a very pretty girl. With a pretty hot body to match. She had brown hair down to about mid-shoulder length, light blue eyes, and light freckles running across her cute nose. She stood roughly 5'3" and was in decent shape from playing volleyball in high school and college. Her legs and ass were to die for oh my God.....and she also had a bellybutton piercing and maybe B or C cup boobs. I consider myself a butt guy if you haven't guessed haha. Alright, now back to the story.
I smiled to myself as Meg smirked and left the bathroom. We had only been together for about 3 months, but considering how long we had been really close friends, it might as well have been our whole lives. I finished trimming my beard, leaving about what I would consider a 2 to 3-day beard, and wiped my face off with a towel. I walked upstairs to Meg's room where she had laid out my outfit to wear that night, a nice button-down shirt with a dark pair of jeans. I walked in to find her combing her hair and applying blue eyeshadow, making her gorgeous eyes pop. She was wearing a stunning pink dress that stopped mid-thigh and showed off her shoulders and pretty much her entire bare back. Needless to say I could feel my pants tightening.
She smiled at me in the mirror and motioned to the back of her dress where it wasn't entirely zipped up, "Do you mind? I think I've come undone."
I walked over and zipped it up, nuzzling her neck from behind and putting my hands on her waist.
She laughed and pulled away slightly, "Uh uh. Watch the makeup, hun."
I buried my face in her hair. Whatever fragrance she had used smelled amazing. "Oh my God, you smell good." She smirked in the mirror and turned and kissed my cheek in response.
We left for the party about an hour later. I loved her family, and still do. We played multiple rounds of beer pong with Meg's older brother Dan and her older sister Erin (who is on a whole different level of sexy and has been featured in some of my other stories alongside her sister). Meg is the youngest of three by the way. We watched the ball drop at midnight in New York City and unsurprisingly, Meg made sure to plant a long tongue-filled kiss on me.