Justin's New Year's Eve

By Margo Perry
margo707 @ rogers . com
Copyright 2012 by Margo Perry, all rights reserved.

.1.

Justin spent Christmas and the next week alone, courting sleep as though it were a fickle lover.  It became elusive, descending in fits and starts, with more and more nightmarish overtones. He felt like a dog chasing his tail, at the bottom of a deep dark lonely well, and he was sick and tired of loneliness and grief. 

Today felt different; maybe because it was New Year’s Eve. 

He awoke feeling inexplicably light, as though an impossible dream had been lifted from his shoulders.  His apartment felt like a self-imposed prison and he determined to break out of it.  He showered, dressed and was deciding what to do with his day, when his phone rang.

It was his mom.  She needed him to entertain Eve Langley, her best friend of many years who was in town for the day.  Dad’s cataracts were being removed. 

Justin was thrilled to do something for his mom.  He’d missed Christmas dinner with the family and was looking for atonement.  He was also personally thrilled for very private reasons.      

As soon as he hung up, he called Eve at the hotel.  After twenty years, she recognized his voice. 

“Get over here, Scamp,” was all she had to say.

Justin was out of the garage, and on his way, faster than was legal, but he didn’t mind the red lights, slowing his way to the hotel.  He needed time to think and remember the last time he’d seen her . . .

.2.

Justin clearly remembered every moment of that dreadful day:  the bad, the good and the glorious. 

It was his twenty-first birthday and he’d driven three hours from college to take his high school sweetheart to dinner.  She told him that she was in love with someone else, just as their drinks arrived, and promptly left the shell shocked Justin, seated alone at the restaurant table.

“You’re cool,” the waiter said, waving away Justin’s credit card.  “That other table ordered the same thing. No problem, man”

His kindness made Justin feel pitiful and sad and he drove home from the restaurant and sat in his car for hours waiting for his parents to go to bed.  He had no talk in him. 

Fifteen minutes, after the house fell dark, he chanced it into the house through a side door.  His parents’ bedroom was upstairs, at the farthest end of the house.  He slipped through the kitchen, down the hall, into his bedroom and eased the door shut.

He turned on the bedside lamp, grabbed his suitcase from the bed and deposited it on the floor.  He slipped out of his jacket and shoes and stretched out.  His queen-sized bed felt good and familiar after the single in his dorm.

His door opened, before he could feel sorry for himself.  He sat up.  The woman standing in the doorway was Eve.  She was in town for a book signing and Justin’s mom had persuaded her to spend the night.

“I didn’t say anything to your parents, but I saw you drive up and just sit.  I knew something was very wrong.”

Eve always knew what Justin was feeling.  She had moved through his whole life like a recurring song he loved, but didn’t have the chops to sing.  A song whose lyrics hypnotized, but were not yet understood.  He felt that she was as much his friend as his mother’s and he was desperately glad to see her. 

She was wearing a house dress that fell from her shoulders to her ankles.  Her dark, curly hair fell over her gigantic busts and her body was a miracle of curves and sexual magnetism.

Justin remembered sitting on her knee, learning about faraway places that she’d covered as a Travel Writer.  He fell in love with the Fjords of Norway, as they listened to Grieg.  He thought he could almost smell the two thousand different kinds of orchids showcased in Burr’s beautiful Fiji Gardens, as they watched videos of their splendour. 

His mother wasn’t the affectionate kind.  He felt safe in Eve’s arms, safe and something else.  Excited . . .

When he got older, he waited for her visits, hugs and talks like an addict waits for a connection.   She cared about what he wanted to do with his life.  They’d survey many occupations, watch biographies of great scientists, authors, computer geniuses and sportsmen.  She infected Justin with her curiosity and love of life.  His parents just wanted him to get a job, to study something practical.   

Because of Eve, he was studying journalism.  Because of her he wanted to write novels and travel.  All his life, he remembered longing for her infrequent visits.  He couldn’t remember when she became his masturbation goddess, but she had been for years. 

Now, she was here.

“Come in,” Justin said.

She came in and shut the door.

.3.

Justin was seated on the bed.  Eve stood motionless, listening to his tale of woe, as she had so often during his life.  When he’d run out of words, she bent over and held his head in the valley of her soft, firm breast flesh.  Justin could hear her heart beating, pouring understanding over him.  He could hear his own heart beating acceptance.  They were closer to each other, and something new, than they’d ever been.

“I promised myself, I’d never do this,” Eve said.

She lay him down with the tenderness of a mother protecting her child.  She unzipped his jeans and Justin raised his hips to ease her way.

“Happy birthday,” she whispered.

He couldn’t describe the artistry of her tongue on his cock, circling, biting; of her hands stroking and pressuring.  She stretched up to tease and to taunt his elongated nipples and

Justin gasped, as Eve eased out of her top.  Her mouth opened slightly, as he felt the weight of her pendulous breasts descend on his thighs. 

Justin groaned as she lowered her head and made love to his cock.

She stayed as cum erupted from his deepest core.  It choked her and she swallowed.  It came and came, filling her till she swallowed again. 

She relinquished his cock only to hold him.  He could taste himself when they kissed. 

“I promised myself that would never happen,” she said, again.

“I wanted it to,” Justin said.

“I know, Scamp, but we must forget this.  And it must never happen again.”

.4.

Justin would never forget the feel of her mouth on his cock, but he realized it would never happen again.  As he rode the elevator up to her suite, he reminded himself that Eve had aged, that she’d probably forgotten about that night.  

He’d dated, married and divorced, but he’d never forgotten Eve.

He knocked on her door.  She opened it and he could smell her perfume.  Her hair was all silver, but cascaded over her still firm breasts.  She was wearing a pantsuit, matching black high pumps, and a silver grey see through blouse.  She looked like herself, only older and naturally a little heavier.  She looked exquisite.

They hugged and time melted away.  He had his friend back.  He felt true passion rush through his blood.

“I keep in touch through your mother.  I’m sorry about your divorce.”

“I don’t want to look back.”

“Good.”

Their day was full of quiet, exquisite excitement.  They ordered lunch from room service and let their sexual tension rise as their palates were sated.  And then they made ferocious love, all over the rooms.

They talked about relationships and Eve suggested that Justin’s first job was to learn to live alone and love himself doing it.  He promised to try.

Justin spread her legs and loved her slowly and sweetly, until she oozed youth.  And then they fucked, until she came and he came.

They lay together and talked about the newspaper job that Justin felt stuck in.  Eve made a phone call and, on the stroke of midnight, Justin accepted Eve’s invitation to stay at her place in Tahiti for as long as it took to write his first novel, a novel that a publisher promised Eve he’d take a look at.

They would be friends forever and Justin would learn to be truly happy, just as she was.

“This must never happen again,” she said, as she drifted off.

“It will if I can help it,” Justin challenged, spooning into her.