New Year's Eve Party - Sex Stories

New Year's Eve Party

... gowns. Women dripping with expensive jewelry and gowns that cost more than Mitzi made in a month, and men in tuxedos with names she knew from magazines and television shows. Moments later, Mrs. Patterson appeared. “Mitzi! You made it!” exclaimed Mrs. Patterson as she hugged Mitzi. Mitzi smiled nervously, hugged her back, then said, “Good evening Mrs. Patterson.” “Donna please! And this must be your roommate Courtney, the journalist.” “I’m more of a blog writer actually,” said Courtney, “and thank you so much for the exclusive on your party. The rumors alone are worth being here for. And with any luck, I will be a full-fledged journalist after tonight.” “As long as you share the facts, and put some of those rumors to rest, that’s all I can ask,” said Donna. “I’ll do my best,” said Courtney, smiling. “Now, did you girls give the valet your car keys?” “I did,” said Mitzi. “I drove us here. We carpooled.” “Good!” exclaimed Donna. “Now, you’ll get your keys back tomorrow after breakfast.” “Tomorrow?” questioned Mitzi. “Why yes,” said Donna. “I’m a responsible hostess and those who don’t have a chauffeur must spend the night. This way I don’t have to worry about anyone drinking and driving. Don’t worry girls, I have plenty of open rooms and your welcome to share one with whomever you wish, except my husband.” “Aw but dear, where’s the fun in that,” said a man’s voice from behind the two friends. Mitzi and Courtney turned to see a handsome, gray-haired man in a black tuxedo walk ...

... up. “Mitzi Kramer, Courtney Wells, this is my husband, Robert Patterson.” “It’s an honor, Mr. Patterson,” said Mitzi, extending her hand. “The honor is mine,” he replied. “I understand you’re the young lady who bought my wife a cup of coffee.” “Yes sir.” “And you must be the journalist,” said Mr. Patterson, turning toward Courtney. “That’s me,” said Courtney. “And getting this opportunity is a real privilege.” “Well ladies,” said Mr. Patterson, “I just came to meet you both and steal my wife back. You girls have a nice time. Are you two staying for breakfast?” “It seems so,” said Mitzi. “But we didn’t bring a change of clothes or anything to sleep in.” “No one ever does,” said Donna. “Even those who come every year.” Everyone laughed and the host and hostess took their leave. Mitzi and Courtney circulated and separated. Courtney began talking to an assortment of guests and Mitzi began to wish she had stayed home. Most of the guests would ignore her, even when she tried to talk with them. She knew she didn’t belong and felt out of place. “I’d offer to buy you a drink, if we actually had to pay,” said a man’s voice behind her. Mitzi turned to see a tall, handsome man with thick black hair and soft brown eyes. “Does that mean no drink then?” The man smiled and Mitzi thought it really lit up his face and enhanced his sculpted jaw. To her, his face was carved from smooth marble. “May I get you something to drink?” “Please.” “I’m Sam.” “Mitzi.” They shook hands and Mitzi was sure she ...