For the first time in seven years, Rikki was single on New Year's Eve. Usually, she and Simon would help decorate for her sister's party while getting ready for the evenings’ festivities. The two of them giggled like schoolchildren as they downed alcohol and Sabrina, Rikki’s sister, shouted at them for messing around. 

But this year was different. It was seven pm and Rikki was already several drinks in, and Sabrina was shouting at her for putting the bunting up crooked. 

“Go get ready and leave this to me,” Sabrina instructed. So, Rikki sulked off to the guest bedroom she had been occupying for the past six months. She dreaded the evening ahead of her. She knew Simon would turn up. He was good friends with Sabrina's husband. The last thing she felt like doing tonight was spending hours dodging her ex-boyfriend and his friends. She was hoping the endless supply of alcohol would make the night pass quicker. 

***** 

Hours later Rikki came back downstairs dressed in a floor-length green dress with a slit up to her mid-thigh. She had styled her long red hair into Hollywood style waves draped over her left shoulder. 

“WOW. You look amazing, Rik.” Rikki spun on the spot showing off her figure-hugging dress to her sister. Sabrina handed her a flute of champagne and they clinked their glasses together.  

People arrived shortly after. Rikki was thankful her friends had arrived before Simon. She dragged them off to the opposite side of the room so she would not stare incessantly at the door all night, both hoping to see him and not see him at the same time. 

As the night grew on Rikki forgot all about Simon and had so far avoided him and his friends. That was until she went to grab another drink from the fridge. She shouted to her friend across the room and it wasn't until she reached the fridge; she noticed Simon. In the kitchen. A girl seated on the countertop; her legs wrapped around him. Too preoccupied kissing one another to notice anyone near them.  

Rikki dropped the glass she held. It shattered as it hit the floor. The noise caused everyone to turn and look. Her face became flushed. 

She felt the walls were closing in around her, and every pair of eyes in the room were on her. Desperate for an escape, she grabbed a bottle of wine that sat on the kitchen counter and stormed out into the garden. She hid away around the side of the shed. She sank to the floor and sat on a hard cold concrete slab, her knees tucked close to her chest. She sat and stared at the trees and shrubs in front of her, her mind raced with thoughts but her body was numb. Seeing Simon there, enjoying himself with another woman hurt. It hurt way more than she had expected.  

“Hey, do you mind if I join you?” 

Rikki looked up and saw a man standing before her with dark brown curly hair and high cheekbones that were deepened by the darkness of the night. He was dressed in a black t-shirt, a green and navy check shirt, black slim jeans and a brown aviator jacket. Rikki hadn’t noticed him at the party and she wonder who he was here with.  

“Sure, but I’ll warn you I’m not good company,” he nodded as he sat next to her. A little closer than she expected, their shoulders touched, but he kept his legs outstretched to avoid any awkwardness of their knees banging together. Rikki offered him the wine bottle. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a full bottle of whisky. 

“Care to join me?” he asked. 

She took the bottle from him and had a swig from it. It burned her throat as she swallowed, causing her to cough.  

“Not a big whisky drinker?”  

“What makes you think that?” she rubbed her mouth on the back of her hand as he took a drink from the bottle. He smiled showing off his glinting white teeth. 

“We’ve shared a drink and I don’t even know your name.” 

“It’s Ben,” he said, and he held out his hand for her to shake. She laughed and told him her name was Rikki. 

“Interesting name-” 

“For a girl,” she interjected, “yeah I get that a lot.” 

“No. I just thought it was unique. Is it a nickname or short for anything?” 

“Victoria. That’s my first name but I’ve been Rikki since I was a little kid.”  

They talked and drank some more, as the sound of music and chatter from inside the house filtered its way outside. Ben moved closer to her and tucked a section of her hair behind her ear, his hand brushed against her cheek as he did so. Then he asked if she wanted to go back inside. 

“No, I think I’ll stay out here a little longer,” she wrapped her arms around her body, the cold air biting at her exposed skin.  

Ben took off his coat and held it out for her. 

“Here, take this.” 

“I can’t,” she replied. 

“Take it. Then you’ll have to come and find me again." He wrapped his coat around her shoulders, his fingers brushed against her cold skin. The heat from him and the anticipation of the night ahead made her tingle. 

Eventually, Rikki made her way back into the house and joined her group of friends playing beer pong. She had a nagging feeling that someone was watching her, especially when she took her turn at the table and bent over slightly before taking her shot. But whenever she looked around no one's eyes were on her. Little did she know Ben had been stealing glances at her since he walked through the door.  

At a few minutes to midnight, Sabrina called everyone into the large open-plan kitchen/living room and turned on the TV for the countdown. Rikki stood near the back of the room with her friends, resigned at the idea of not having anyone to welcome in the new year with.  

As the ten-second countdown to midnight ensued, Rikki felt a gentle tap on her shoulder. She spun around and came face to face with Ben. 

“May I?” He asked as he placed a hand around her waist and pulled her closer into him. 

She answered him by moving closer to him. Their lips found one another as everyone around them shouted “one” and cheered. Ben's hands squeezed around her waist, trailing their way up her back, pulling her body into his, her chest pressed against his own. Her hands raked their way up to his hair, pulling on it lightly. Their kiss intensified with every second, lips locked together, tongues explored each other mouths; dancing together. 

Their need for each other and the hot desire coursing through both their bodies was palpable in the air. And as they kissed, they felt like they were the only people in the room. Finally, they broke their kiss. Foreheads and bodies still pressed tightly together. Ben's hands rested on the small of Rikki's back, holding her in place. Meanwhile, Rikki's hands were on either side of Ben's face. Both their breathing ragged and deep.  

“I need you, Rikki,” he whispered to her. 

His erection grew against her stomach. His hands slid lower down to her ass. Rikki's black thong became drenched with her wetness, his words caused her clit to twitch. She had wanted him from the moment she laid eyes on him outside. This gorgeous, kind and funny stranger who had distracted her from this awful night. Now she had the chance to have him, her stomach knotted. She suddenly felt so self-conscious, like the entire room was watching them. But his lips provided the best distraction as they returned to hers. They steadily made their way along her jaw, down her neck. Rikki moaned softly, her head rolled back exposing more of her neck to him. 

Before everyone else had disbursed from sharing in celebratory hugs and kisses, Rikki had taken Ben's hand and led him away. He followed her up the stairs. Granted the perfect view of her ass as they ascended the stairs. If there hadn’t been a house full of people, he would have gladly taken her right here on the staircase. His erection strained painfully against his jeans, desperate to be freed and touched by her soft hands. 

They entered her bedroom, Ben shut the door behind him and pounced on her. He kissed her with such urgency they stumbled backwards, hitting the wall. He pinned Rikki against the wall with his body. His hands on her hips, gliding upwards, tickling her sides lightly as his hands caress the sides of her breasts. She moaned softly into their kiss as his fingers brushed across the front of her dress, her nipples strained against the material.  

Rikki tugged at the sleeves of Ben’s shirt and threw it on the floor. Then she pulled at the hem of his t-shirt, breaking their kiss and taking it off revealing his bare chest. They smiled at each other and kissed passionately again. Rikki placed her hands on his shoulders, but as she ran her fingernails down his chest, he grabbed both her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. A devilish grin crept across his face. She rocked her hips against him, desperate to feel his erection.  

“Stay still,” he whispered in her ear.  

Ben kissed his way down her neck, he sucked and bit her skin, eager to leave his mark on her body. He pulled down the straps of her dress, letting the top half, to her waist fall loose. Her breasts exposed, he rolled her nipple between his thumb and finger drawing out a long moan from Rikki. She struggled against his restraint as he pinched and pulled at her nipples.  

“I told you to stay still, princess.”  

Ben spun her around roughly. Pressed her breasts and stomach into the wall, her hands still pinned above her. He held the zip of her dress in his hand and dragged it down slowly; the fabric melted away from her body. It fell to the floor; he helped her step out of it. Now she was stood with her back to him, unable to see his next move, dressed in just a thong.  

The sound from the party below echoed upstairs. Cheering, chatting and music were mixed with Rikki’s moans and groans. But she still heard as Ben unzipped his jeans. Her thong was drenched with her wetness, desperately waiting for Ben's next move. Her pussy ached at the thought of having him inside of her.  

Ben removed his jeans and underwear. He grabbed his hard thick cock in his hand and stroked it, moaning in her ear. He stepped closer to her. His weight pressed her harder into the wall. With his cock in his hand, he placed it between her thighs. Rested it against her lace-clad pussy. He felt her knees buckle and her hips grind against him, desperate to feel some pressure on her clit.  

“I’m going to fuck you so hard.” Ben grabbed her waist and threw her on the bed.  

She lay on her back; her knees up, feet planted on the bed. Ben strode over to her. Her breath was deep and unsteady. She was ready and willing for his cock, her wetness dripped down to the tops of her thighs. He dropped to his knees; his face lined up perfectly with her sweet pussy. With his hands around her hips, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. He pulled her thong away from her pussy, her wetness instantly visible. 

Ben could feel how drenched her thong was as he held it to the side, allowing him his first view of her gorgeous pussy. He was ravenous for her, like a man who hadn’t eaten for weeks. He desperately needed to taste her. 

With a curled tongue he lapped at her pussy, which caused Rikki to arch her back, scream his name and grip tightly hold of his curly hair. His tongue flicked, teased and tortured Rikki’s clit, spurred on by her moans and screams of pleasure. He placed two fingers at her pussy, her wetness grew with each second. He slipped them inside and curled them. Her reaction told him he had found her g-spot. With shallow thrusts, he massaged her spot gently. Dragging out moan after moan from her. He could not get enough of the sound of her moaning his name. 

Continuing his rhythmic movements, he sensed her impending orgasm. Her pussy squeezed tight around his fingers and her legs shook. With a final suck of her clit, she exploded into orgasm. Her body writhed, but he held her down with a hand on her stomach. 

Once the tsunami of pleasure throughout her body had subsided, she grabbed hold of Ben's face, encouraged him to meet her. Her lips found his, and she tasted her sweet juices on him. 

Instead of satisfying her, her orgasm had the opposite effect. She craved his cock; she needed it inside of her, filling her. She needed it like she had never needed anything else before.  

And it was like he had read her mind. He held his cock at the base. Lined it up with her pussy. With one hard thrust, he was inside of her. Stretching out her tight pussy. Rikki screamed as she felt his thick cock enter her in one swift movement. Ben held himself still inside her, allowing her to adjust to his size. He only thrust in and out of her when her hips bucked against him. Her clit grinding against him. He thrust his cock in and out of her, hard and fast. Her pussy clenched around him. 

Their lips inches away from each other, exchanging kisses in between moans. Ben’s hands were on her hips, fucking her furiously. Her whole body shifted up the bed as he slammed into her.  

He trailed kisses down her body, finding her nipples. He took one of them in his mouth and flicked his tongue over the sensitive nub. Teeth grazing it. He could feel her orgasm building again, her body writhed and bucked, hands gripped the bedsheets so tight. Then her moans and utterances of swear words turn into one long “fuck”.

“Cum for me,” Ben grunted, pounding into her.  

And she complied with his instruction. Exploding around him. The growing noise of the party downstairs covered the sound of her screams. 

Ben could feel his orgasm building. Rikki’s tight pussy milked him. He pounded into her furiously a few more times. Then with a final few hard, deep, slow thrusts; he shot ropes and ropes of his cum deep inside of her.  

He held his cock inside of her until it stopped twitching and was drained of cum. Then he pulled out of her. Slapped his cock against her clit a few times, her back arched in response. He placed her thong back over her pussy. Cum leaked out of her and onto the lace. 

“Shall we get dressed and go back to the party?” he winked at her.