Auld Lang Rewind

The more he focused on the chair in the corner of the room, the more he saw Camille dressed in her Valentine's sweater, a red rose twisting between her finger tips, giving him a seductive, expectant look. She pursed her lips, pleased at the strip tease he started with his tux, slipping off his black jacket, tossing it vaguely in her direction. He subtly bumped his crotch her way every time a button came undone. Midriff was teased with his undershirt inching higher and higher, sometimes lower to see what reaction it garnered. He smiled at her impatient stare, which made him rip the fabric off his body, proudly thrusting his chest her way. He walked with a confident strut towards the chair, taking his sweet time with his belt, until he whipped it out of the pockets and threw it to the ground. His pants down at his ankles, he attempted to moonwalk his way back to the bathroom, only really succeeding in not tripping over.

The additional sweet time he took wasn't as sweet as how he looked to her emerging back into the main room. Only his feet, chest, and above his nose was exposed, the rest was covered only in veils, detachable veils. The fabric around his crotch was made to be the longest as it stuck out, bobbing with his dance. He moaned absently if it happened to collide with something or knock it down, but his focus never deviated from his target in the chair. Keith caressed his arms with Camille's level of grace, occasionally detaching one of them to rub across his chest, teasing his own nipples before throwing it at her chair. She always got an eyeful between the veil falling toward her and the sultry dip he made to follow it and divert attention back towards him.

The moment he felt she was getting bored or losing interest, made his way to the chair, kneeling and humping it, grabbing the rose out of her grasp with his mouth, playing keep away as he saw her stand up and reach for it. Taunting her was fun until she disappeared and reappeared from behind him, back in her Hallows Eve costume, looking like the sexier, classier version of a seducer. Camille as a gypsy queen got his knees to shake and mouth to hang open. The rose was taken from his hands easily and pressed to his forehead, trailing down to his mouth, petals tracing his lips like lip balm, shocking him as she played at sticking it in his mouth.

Eyes narrowed at her laughing at him, hands on her hips, looking like she could wonder if he could be an equal. Assertive steps toward her answered the challenge, but she evaded his grasp and slipped past him, taking a piece of veil with her. She bend and wiggled her ass to him, prompting him to grab it. His thighs felt a rush of air as the veils covering them were stolen away. She continued dancing out of his grasp, evading as quickly as provoked snakes strike, always brushing his skin the more he did so, always steeling away a veil, until he was nearly naked.

Assertiveness turned aggressive as he finally grabbed her arms and tackled her down to the bed. She went down unresistingly in his arms smiling up at him as he was clueless what to do with her. She didn't have that problem as her hands raised between them, taking the last veil he used as underwear, waving it in-front of him like a white flag, then pressing it to his face and pushing him onto his back on the bed.

He breathed heavily, somewhat winded by every advantage she taken over him. He closed his eyes on the bed and waited to see what she'd do next.

*Snap*

A finger snapped at his face, and he opened his eyes up to the bright sight of a golden sequin goddess standing above him. His erection was filled to capacity, her domineering look and presence pressed his body against the bed, the sequins mesmerized him in the patterns of ones that reflected light at any given movement or shimmy made.

She felt so much more than a dream. Resting her hands on his knees, the skin she touched seared, burning beneath his flesh, thoughts outside of Camille highly flammable, turned to ashes.

"My, my, my boy. Aren't we extra sexy and swept off your feet tonight?"

"Mmmmmmmyeahhhhhhh."

"How did you get this way, Magic Keith?"

"I...remembered...my first...time?"

"Anything else?"

"Visual..izing...my next times..."

Camille moaned and made him moan as she slid her fingers barely an inch toward his manhood.

"I'd never say this to the others, though I'm not sure I'd have to, but you are my absolute favorite. I didn't need anyone else, even Teri, to help reinforce my power over you. You'd do it all to yourself for me."

Keith moaned in frustration as his Mistress moved away from him to retrieve the phones strewn around the room, all recording everything that happened before he arrived. She scrolled through video footage from the phone placed on the chair. Keith's imagined exploits gave her a good laugh, and made Camille realize her juices were flowing down her leg, unimpeded by the panties she discarded when she entered their room.

"My string-less puppet continues to amaze."

She looked at her watch, 11:57, nearly right on time.

"Time to finish off this new year with a bang. You almost look ready Keith. How do I look?"

Posing in front of the bed, hands stroking it with the overhead light, the hem rising, making his brain hot. Lust and wonder overtook him quickly, as evident by his whining.

Straddling him, she inserted herself into something hotter than herself, happy to feel its found home.

The friction of the climax built, and built and built. Faster and faster, harder and harder. At some point, one out of each of the couples knew to start counting down.

"Ten," Camille panted.

"Nine," Carlie didn't know she said aloud.

"Eight," Auggie recited along with the woman riding him.

"Seven," Trent mouthed against Penny's slit.

"Six," Desmond felt fingers stroking his neck as he stroked back.

"Five," Teri singsonged to her hypnotize girlfriend.

"F-f-four," June picked up the coital pace.

"Three," Penny screamed.

"Two," Keith looked up to his Mistress as she lowered herself to whisper into his ear.

"One."

Ten joyous, synchronized screams literally rang in the new year.

***

"Hell of a year," Keith complimented Camille, nuzzling her neck while pulling the sheets to cover their naked bodies.

"You did a fantastic job."

"Takes two to tango though," Camille reminded him.

"Or ten if you're an overachiever," they giggled.

"Early wedding presents, long-reaching reasons to stay that way."

"Your generosity really hits home, and that wild vacation area south of home too," they giggled.

"So...what's the new year looking like?"

"Probably slower than last. Still recovering, still teaching the girls, but still planning things for myself."

"You had me worried for a second there."

"Speaking of, at least one big change ahead."

"What's that?"

Before she could say it, something caught in her throat. Camille threw the covers off her side and nearly tumbled to the bathroom, vomiting in the toilet.

Keith looked at her from the bed confused, then rose to help her. Confusion and shock were his thoughts, until he remembered how much sex they'd had all year, a banner year for sex. Wide eyes never shrunk as he helped her steady herself at the toilet.

When she could finally look at those eyes, she just nodded with a smile.

"How...how long have you known?"

"Not along. Maybe around the time I got Penny to tell me about that small jewelry box you stashed over at her place."

She didn't think his eyes could get any wider, but he made it happen.

"How did she know? I never told her."

"You didn't it. She found it, and then found it hard to keep that kind of secret from me."

"She admitted or you made her?"

"With all the happiness going around, who's to know?"

Keith put that fun argument aside and got on his knees next to Camille.

"I know this isn't how you envisioned...any of this. And I know I'm not at a great place for big changes like this, but I am working toward being what I should be, what I need to be for you, for all of us. And I promise, whether or not you say yes now, I'll still propose to you better later on - you deserve way more than that, but at least that."

Camille never thought there'd be a drawback to knowing Keith so intimately, but it's sad that she'd thought of this speech he would give word-for-word; took a little of the wind out of the sails of how this girl imagined she'd be proposed to - being surprised in some way. It wasn't the first, or even the worst she'd gotten, but she did get it from the only man she'd considered saying 'yes' to.

"I'd kiss you right now, but the mouthwash is prob-"

His lips stopped any other mention of the mouthwash she needed. That was surprise enough for Camille.

The year ahead already looked to be one the Holidancer couldn't wait to experience.