Hayley’s head thumped when she finally woke up. "Happy New Year," she groaned to herself. She could hear a banging from downstairs. It sounded like someone had been pounding on the front door for ages. There was a phone buzzing somewhere as text after text arrived. She reached down and fumbled around, finally grasping her phone which had fallen onto the carpet beside her bed.
“Why would someone be banging on the door at ten in the morning on New Year’s Day?” she thought as she opened her phone. She stared at the messages her best friend, Louise had just sent.
WHAT THE FUCK HAYLEY??? YOU BITCH!!!!
and
YOU FUCKIN WHORE!!! I HATE YOU!!!
Hayley closed her eyes as memories of last night and the New Year’s Eve party started to come back…
Hayley and Louise had been friends for what seemed like forever. Neither girl knew if their parents were friends before the two girls met or if their friendship brought the two families together but either way, both families were very close.
They both lived in identical rabbit hutch semi-detached houses in one of the sprawling estates that ringed the city centre. The estate had been a new build development and the houses had all been bought by young couples getting their foot on the property ladder.
Now, twenty years later, the kids were almost grown up and the parents were settling happily into middle age. Every year, someone on the estate hosted the New Year party, and this year, it was at Louise’s house.
Hayley and Louise tended to hang around the edges at house parties. They’d already got off with anyone even half-decent who lived nearby so the plan this year was just to hide up in Louise’s room and drink booze stolen from the drinks table downstairs. After all, isn’t that what any seventeen year old would do?
Louise didn’t like Hayley anymore. Hayley was a bitch who only really cared about herself. But Louise found it easier to pretend to be friends with her rather than have her as an enemy. Hayley would think nothing of backstabbing anyone or breaking up a dating couple. She’d screw the bloke and then tell the girl all about it, making disparaging comments about the both of them. She’d spread rumours, lies and innuendo about teachers, friends and classmates.
The only thing going for her was that she was gorgeous… and she knew it. With her blonde hair, flawless skin and big tits, Hayley never had any trouble getting what or who she wanted
Hayley spent ages getting ready. She’d bought a little red strapless bodycon dress online but only realised on the night of the party that she needed a strapless bra. Having decided that showing her bra straps made her look cheap, she ditched the bra altogether and figured no one would notice and even if they did, she didn’t care if the two pokies appeared through the dress as soon as her nipples got hard.
She wriggled into the satin and lace black French knickers then carefully pulled the sheer nylon thigh highs up her legs. She sat at her dressing table and began to put on her face. After applying a base foundation, she swore quietly to herself at the spots on her nose and chin which were still visible. Reaching for the concealer, she carefully dabbed the stick against the spots to hide them. As she brushed on the foundation powder, she tried her best not to give the caked-on look that the stupid bitches at school who hadn’t worked out how to use makeup properly seemed to wear.
She applied some blush to her cheeks then reached for the metallic blue eye shadow. A sweep of blue followed by a touch of purple gave her eyes the focus she wanted. She just needed a touch of glitter eyeliner and a sweep of the mascara brush to give her eyes what she imagined was the smouldering look needed to get whichever guy she wanted to fuck her. She pouted her lips as she dragged the lip gloss applicator around the lip line before giving her lips a final smack. She was ready.
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When she called around to Louise’s, they spent a few minutes complimenting each other’s outfits and posing for selfies in front of the mirror in Louise’s bedroom. Louise had worn an equally tight-fitting dress and the two of them giggled as they posed and pouted.
Hayley flicked her hair back from her face and reached into her bag and pulled out the half bottle of vodka and two cans of coke. She poured liberal measures into the two glasses Louise had brought from the kitchen and the two girls raised their glasses in a mock toast before sitting on Louise’s bed and scrolling through their phones. They made bitchy comments about their friends and classmates with Hayley laughing as they typed one vitriolic comment after another.
At one stage, Louise’s mum banged on the door and told them to come down for some food. The two girls sighed theatrically and traipsed down the stairs after her. The house was busy and the party was in full swing. Louise and Hayley dipped under their next-door neighbour’s outstretched arm as he reached for a sausage roll from the tray being carried by Mrs Sharkey from down the street. The music was brutal. Hayley pulled a face at Louise as someone put on a CD of one of those oldie bands from the 1990s. Louise just shook her head as most of the parents started dancing and singing along to Disco 2000 by Pulp.
“I swear my dad gets more and more embarrassing by the year,” Louise muttered as they helped themselves to sausage rolls, chicken wings and a couple of glasses of vodka with a splash of coke in them.
Hayley watched as Louise’s dad danced with her mum. She shrugged. He didn’t look that embarrassing. He looked good, for his age. He looked a lot fitter than her Dad. She knew he did a lot of running. She’d seen pictures of him doing marathons and adventure races on Louise’s Facebook page and she had to admit, he did have a nice arse and looked good in a pair of shorts.
He looked over and saw Louise and Hayley watching. He grinned and theatrically slid his hands up and down his wife’s back and over her arse. Louise rolled her eyes, muttered a “for fuck’s sake” and turned away but Hayley held his gaze. She licked her lips and watched until, slightly flustered, he turned away and said something to his wife.
Hayley and Louise toured the party. Hayley had made up another couple of vodka and cokes from the drinks table and the two girls flirted, giggled and avoided the more lecherous of the neighbours as they made an appearance and said hello to everyone.
Hayley and Louise stood outside, shivering in the cold December air as they all watched Louise’s Dad setting up the firework display ahead of the Midnight countdown.
“It’s fucking Baltic. I’m away inside.”
Hayley rubbed her bare arms. Her mum rolled her eyes at her daughter’s concise weather review and asked her where they’d been.
Louise butted in and told them they’d decided they would hide out in her room again but they promised they’d come down for the New Year Countdown and watch the fireworks.
The two girls sat drinking and getting more and more drunk as the evening wore on. Hayley stood up, giggled and said she needed to pee. She gave a slight stagger but managed to grab the door handle to steady herself before she toppled over in her ridiculously high heels. Louise giggled and told her not to be too long as it was nearly midnight.
Hayley tottered downstairs but discovered the bathroom was in use and the door was locked. She tried the handle and banged on the door anyway, despite there being another two people queuing already.
She joined the queue, squeezing her thighs together, trying desperately not to piss in her knickers. Then she remembered that Louise’s Mum and Dad had an ensuite bathroom connected to their bedroom.
She looked around. No one seemed to be going upstairs. No one was looking at her. She quietly made her way back up but this time, rather than the usual route to Louise’s room, she turned left towards Louise’s Mum and Dad’s bedroom.
She knocked quietly on their bedroom door and when there was no answer, opened it and peeped in. The room was in darkness. The curtains were open and the glow of the orange streetlights gave her enough light to see her way to the bathroom door.
As soon as she got inside, she’d the dress tugged up and her knickers down. Sitting on the toilet seat, she sighed with relief as the stream of piss splashed against the porcelain bowl.
