Michael was my best friend growing up. We'd lived across the street from each other since we were kids, went to the same college, and roomed together at school. We had a lot of fun in college (See "A Shot in the Dark") and decided one year to go to Las Vegas for New Year's Eve.
We got to Vegas December 29, and were planning on leaving January 2nd. Plenty of time for fun in the desert. We'd heard about the New Year's Eve celebration that goes on in Downtown Las Vegas. They would close Fremont Street and everyone would hang out partying, drinking beer out of plastic cups (provided by the Vegas police) and having a great time.
We were partying pretty good, drinking beers and counting down the New Year. We ended up next to a group of college girls, and managed to stay near them as the clock passed 11:59 PM. The countdown to a new year started.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!
I turned towards the girls who were giving each other friendly New Year's kisses, when one, a gorgeous redhead, turned around towards me, and we ended up face-to-face, our mouths an inch apart. Swept up in the celebration, we kissed -- a quick peck at first, but for a moment, our mouths opened and our tongues found each other. She broke our kiss first, and, slightly embarrassed, went back to partying with her friends.
At 1:00, the police came out in full riot gear and cleared the street. The riot gear was to show they meant business, but it was unnecessary. We all scattered into the local stores and casinos as the party ended and street sweepers cleaned the street. By 1:30, you could hardly tell there was a party.
Mike and I ducked into McDonalds for some burgers as the cleaners did their job, and finished our meal and were back on the street shortly after the cleaners finished working. We wandered around for a while, and were about to head back to the Strip when we saw the redhead I kissed at midnight, wandering aimlessly, crying. I ran up to her, introduced myself (her name was Anna) and she immediately recognized me as the 'guy she had kissed'. I asked her what was wrong.
"I can't find my friends," she said. This was 1988, before people (other than drug dealers) carried cell phones. "I came here with three of my friends but we got separated when the police cleared the street, and I still can't find them. I'm afraid I'll never find them and Michelle drove us here, so I have no way of getting back to the hotel."
"What about a cab," Mike asked.
"I can't afford one. I only have $5 on me. I didn't bring much cash because I was afraid of getting mugged with all these people here, and we weren't planning on doing any gambling tonight."
"Don't worry, Anna," I said. "We'll help you look for your friends."
Anna stopped crying and managed a weak smile.
"You would," she asked. "That's so sweet of you." She kissed us both gently on the cheek. She took our hands in hers -- me on the left, Mike on the right -- as if it was the most natural thing in the world. We checked out the different stores and casinos on Fremont Street, but by 2:30 we still hadn't found her friends. Anna was starting to get upset again.
"What hotel are you staying at," Mike asked.
"The Excalibur."
"We're neighbors! We're staying at the Luxor. Do you have your room key?"
"No. They only gave us two keys, and Michelle got one, Veronica got the other," Anna sobbed.
"Oh," I said. "Well, look, it's getting late, and we could look all night without finding them. Why don't we get a cab and give you a ride back to your hotel? For all we know, they went back there, figuring you'd take a cab back. They could be in the room right now waiting for you."
Anna stopped crying. "That would be great," she said. "I'll pay you back when we get back to the room."
"Don't worry about it. It's our treat," I said.
"You guys would do that for me? Thank you so much."
We got in a cab and told him to take us to the Excalibur. Mike sat near one door, me near the other, Anna in the middle. She was starting to relax a bit, and I couldn't help but stare at her. She was around 5'10" tall, with dazzling green eyes to go with her long red hair. Her breasts were round and firm -- I guessed around a 36C or so, and her nipples were pressing against her shirt. She wore a skirt, which ended about two or three inches above her knees when she was standing, but rode up half-way up her thighs when she was sitting.
As the cab turned around to head back down towards the hotel, Anna took our hands in hers again. "Thanks again, guys, for helping me tonight," she said.
"No problem," I told her. "We couldn't very well leave you there all by yourself, right?"
Anna released Mike's hand and turned towards me. She put her free hand on my other arm and pulled me close for a kiss. Soft, short kisses at first, that turned more passionate very quickly. My hand moved to her side, holding her close as our mouths opened and we pressed our tongues into each other's mouth. I moved my hand over to cup Anna's breast as we kissed, my thumb rubbing her hard nipple. Anna moaned into my mouth as we kissed, my hand caressing her firm breast. Anna moved her hand down my arm and dropped it into my lap. She rubbed my cock through my pants as we kissed, and I felt like I could cum right there. After making my 7" cock rock hard, Anna broke our kiss.
I noticed Michael looking out his window uncomfortably. Anna noticed it too, and turned her body towards him. She put her hand on his arm and said "Mike."
He turned towards her, a look of disappointment on his face. It quickly turned to a look of shock as Anna kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth the same way she did with me.
Mike was confused, but went with it. Anna wasted no time rubbing his cock as he slid his hand under her shirt to squeeze her tits. Anna breathlessly broke their kiss and turned to face the front of the cab. We were both sitting there with raging hard-ons as Anna noticed the hotel was just a few blocks away. "Almost there, guys," she said.
The cabbie pulled up to the door of the hotel, and we paid for our ride. We went inside and walked Anna to the front desk. Using a courtesy phone, she called her room. No answer. She turned to the clerk.
"I'm locked out of my room. My friends have the keys, and I got separated from them. Can you let me in?"
