Chapter 1: Making Plans

New Year’s Eve is always a problem for me. When I say a problem, it’s a similar problem to what I face in my favorite restaurant where there are simply too many options to choose from. Which party do I go to? Do I even go to a party? Just friends or a public affair? Stay in town or go for a road trip? For that matter, what about just staying home and watching the ball drop from bed? My dream has always to be at Time’s Square but that will probably never happen so what’s a girl to do? This year I opted for something in between. My cousin Kristen was over for Christmas and the subject of New Year’s Eve came up somehow.

“So, what do you have planned this year, miss big college graduate?” she teased me.

“What’s it to you,” I came back, “Isn’t that, like, one of the biggest nights of the year for girl’s like you?”

Kristen stuck her tongue out at me playfully and pretended to be hurt. By now she was use to me teasing her about her “occupation”. She likes to call it “Customer Relations Manager” but I preferred the more straightforward term - whore. It may sound a bit harsh but I simply mean a girl who gets paid for her “services” - which is what Kristen does to make a living, a damn good one at that!

“Well, all the more you should appreciate what I’m proposing,” she replied, “How about just girl’s sleepover, kinda like we use to do when we were kids.”

My immediate reaction was the desire to retort that back then the most we would do is masturbate and giggle at each but I had a feeling Kristen was not going to be happy with just THAT so I managed to keep a straight face and keep my thoughts to myself. At least, I THOUGHT I was keeping a straight face. If anyone could read me, besides my mother, it was Kristen and I wasn’t fooling her for a second.

“Well of course it wouldn’t be COMPLETELY like when we were kids,” she laughed, “But you get the idea.”

I asked her who she wanted to invite and she responded instantly. Obviously she had thought this through ahead of time as Kristen wasn’t always the sharpest knife in the drawer. Otherwise she wouldn’t have dropped out of college for a career that depended more on what was between her legs than on her shoulders.

“I thought we would keep it a bit intimate, don’t you think? How about we each bring our best friend?”

It sounded fine with me but as it was already Christmas, I was afraid that Beth, my best friend since I could remember, might already have plans. Again, Kristen was ready with the answer.

“I just happen to know that Beth is free,” she said with a smirk. Obviously the little vixen had already asked Beth. “And Carrie can make it too.” Carrie was Kristen’s best friend, like Beth was mine. We had met a few times and she was as much as slut as Kristen was - she just didn’t get paid for it. I rolled my eyes at allowing myself to be so easily outmaneuvered by my cousin - not something that happens a lot, trust me. I had to wonder if someone had helped her to set this up? Maybe one of our mothers?

So we had a plan for the night. I learned later that Kristen’s mom, my Aunt Linda, had plans for a party of her own, if you can call being with one guy all night at a casino in West Virginia a party. That would leave Kristen’s house to us for the entire evening. At first, I questioned the wisdom of not having any guys. One thing that would be ruined would be my record for being fucked when the new year came in. For the past three years I’d managed to have a dick inside me when the ball dropped in Times Square and it looked like THT wasn’t going to happen this year. My goal was to make him cum just as the clock struck midnight. So far I’d come close but it looked like it would be another year now before a guy got another chance to get his timing right.

As the end of the year approached, I came to realize a couple of hidden benefits of going this route this year. For one, I didn’t worry about buying a new dress. Sure, a new dress is ALWAYS a welcome addition but it was nice not HAVING to buy one. I didn’t even bother buying any new lingerie like I would probably have done had there been plans for guys to join in. I had a feeling the “uniform” for the night was going to be pretty simple - and we’d all be “wearing” the same outfit. Besides not worrying about a dress, there was the savings of having to get my hair done. Again, it never was a BAD thing to spend an afternoon at the salon but I planned to just wear mine straight and free.