Sadie rings in the New Year for Louis with a bang!!

As expected, when I sit down next to Sarah after my date lesson with Marley, I’m tired and only wanting to go to bed and get some sleep. But there’s no use trying as Sarah seems more excited than normal in learning about how my date went. At least this time she has a glass of water waiting for me.

“Okay first, let me tell you it is completely awesome driving my own car. They have valet parking which I took advantage of and the guy with his cute vest seemed really impressed with my little Miata. Anyway, we had our drinks and casual talk. I swear, Marley would be a good date. He puts me at ease and makes me feel so important. Like the evening and the whole world is revolving around me. I mean, I know I’m going to end up in the hotel room above us, learning how to jack him off like last time, but ten minutes into him meeting me and I’m just chatting about my day and listening to him talk about where he’s going to set up the gym. He completely made me forget that we were there for a lesson and had me believing it was just a date.”

I give Sarah the run down on the positions we worked on as well as the individual techniques. Some of the lessons I learned she seemed aware of, while others she was learning about just as I did. When I came to the end and how Marley was talking about how to spice up the end of the hand job Sarah seemed genuinely surprised. “Wait, he wants you to take a facial? That has to be why he offered both examples as a facial would seem more palatable in that scenario when you compared about having him shoot right into your mouth. So, you did that, right?”

I take another long drink, feeling my blush rise up to my cheeks again. As much as there is a streak of embarrassment at the experience I had, I have a wider streak of pride. Pride for knowing my limits and standing up for what I could and couldn’t do. “No. No, I didn’t let Marley give me a facial.”

Sarah’s face was almost as shocked as Marley’s was. I guess neither of my friends thought I’d have the wherewithal to stand up to their suggestions, which to me just says that I’m stronger than either of them suspects. I hold a finger up as I smile and stop Sarah from asking the next logical question. “I still do want to spice things up, but I’m almost positive I’d break down and try to avoid it if I tried to have Louis cum on my face. So, we… well, Marley that is… uh… I mentioned that I saw… you know, in porn…”

I close my eyes, swallow hard, and just say what I told Marley. As with Marley, Sarah gets almost as surprised as my standing up for myself and saying no. “I can’t do the face, so what about a pearl necklace.”

Sarah’s eyes, nearly popping out of her face, dart down to my neck then back up to my eyes. I manage to grin a little before she looks lower again, this time at the expansive cleavage my top allows, then back up to my eyes again. I finally break her stunned silence by going on, “Per Marley, it’s just as hot to cum all over a girl’s tits and neck, so Louis should enjoy that just as much. Although…” I pick at the neckline of my top where an area is still a little stiff from some cum that I missed cleaning up “…I’ll have to work getting out of my top so that it’s easier to clean up and I don’t end up in public with cum on my blouse!”

I finish telling Sarah about my night, letting her know that I didn’t eat or lick up Marley’s cum before we cleaned up and made out for a little bit. When we were finished talking, I cleaned up, got dressed for bed and for the first time denied Sarah’s devotional as I was just physically and emotionally worn out. Not in a bad way, but I didn’t want to compound that feeling with some lesson from Sarah.

The next few weeks fly by. Louis’ and my schedules don’t line up at all. Everybody’s streaming numbers drop over the holidays so it’s more important than ever to put out more content and neither of us want to give up choice nights when we can get an audience going. Add in him going home to visit with his family over Christmas while Sarah and I stay in and have a Christmas movie marathon in our fuzzy footsie pajamas, and the first night we can get together for another date ends up being a New Year’s Eve party.

The party is at some of Louis’ friends’ house and is thankfully casual. Even better, none of this group of friends are big in computers. In other words, none know anything about Princess BabyDoll at all. Although I do go a little speechless when they say how much they’ve heard about “Louis’ girlfriend Sadie!”

Louis is telling his friends that I’m his girlfriend!

There is a little part of me that thinks this might be going too far. That I’m playing with Louis’ emotions when he doesn’t know about my secret and maybe even pushing myself too far too fast… but that part of me is drown out with the overall happiness and glee at knowing Louis is considering me his girlfriend!

We have a really good time at the party. Almost everybody there is a couple so there are a lot of couple games. Truth or Dare, Spin the Bottle, Two Truths and a Lie, and even a fun game where the guys had to sit with a balloon in their lap and the girls had to jump on the balloon to pop it. Louis and I probably could have won that one as I popped the first balloon the quickest, but then I spent the rest of the game on Louis’ lap while he leaned over my shoulder, and we made out instead.

There was plenty of beer and liquor to go around and I was ready for that, pacing myself so that I’d have a clear enough head at the end of the night for Louis’ fun, but his friends had other party favors as well. I was thankful that Louis and I were on the same page, that there was no way we were going to join in with those that were using ecstasy, poppers, or mushrooms. But we didn’t want to stand out as prudes either so we both toked up as the weed got passed around and had some THC edibles.

Just as I previously learned **** hit me different since taking my hormones and losing weight, I found out that marijuana hit me harder too. Unfortunately, I realized this after having three of the gummies and then passing a joint around. The joint hit me hard and fast where the edibles took about an hour to start kicking in. By the time the ball dropped and we all kissed at midnight, I was high.

Louis and I kissed continuously while they played Imagine, New York New York, Auld Lang Syne, and Don’t Stop Believin’. By the time the other couples started pairing off and joking that we should ‘get a room’, Louis took my hand and guided me upstairs. I felt like I was floating as I saw his friends had set up just for such an occasion, with each room’s door open and a tie to put over the door handle when it was occupied, much like a dorm. Louis, evidently knowing where he was taking us, guided us into a room, slipped the tie onto the door handle, and closed the door behind him.

Unlike with ****, where I feel out of control when I overindulge, I simply feel more relaxed and more open when I’m this high. As Louis and I stand in the center of some guy’s bedroom, embracing, kissing, and slowly rocking back and forth, I let his hands fully explore me, further than I’ve let him before. At first, his touch is entirely familiar. Across my blouse over my breasts, gripping, squeezing, finding my nipples and rubbing his thumbs over them. Over my skirt and ass, letting his fingers glide between the cheeks almost pushing my skirt and thong further up between them. Tickling over my exposed belly, flicking my dangly belly button ring. But as we continue making out, as I moan into his mouth, feeling my cage grow stiffer around me than it feels it has ever been, Louis grows more bold with his touches. First is when his hand slips up my thigh, pulling my skirt up with it. I actually shiver as I feel his hand slide from my stocking, to my bare skin, and finally over my ass cheek directly, the thong providing no protection from his touch.

I try to pull away from the kiss to say… something. I honestly don’t know what I’d say, but this is the first time I’ve felt Louis’ touch in such an intimate place and he’s so close to an area that I simply CAN’T let him touch, but his other hand slips up my back and grips the back of my head, forcing our lips to stay locked. I moan right into his mouth as his fingers continue their exploration of my backside, slipping deeper between my cheeks until they’re tracing the silk of my thong. I know I should do something, anything, but can’t think of anything that wouldn’t ruin this moment. So, it’s then, minutes before one AM in the new year that Louis finds my butt plug.

At first when his fingers brush over the jeweled end of the plug, Louis freezes. His hand on my head relaxes enough so that I can pull away and see him staring into my eyes. We’re too close to each other for me to fully read his expression and it could be anywhere from overjoyed to disgusted. Just as I open my mouth to try and explain, however, Louis presses on the plug. Hard. Whatever word was on the tip of my tongue is mashed and mushed and destroyed and comes out as a low sultry whimper instead. Louis barely has time to smile before he leans forward and resumes our kissing while simultaneously pushing and pulling at my plug, leaving me in a blissful fog of pleasure.

When Louis leaves my plug alone, when I feel I’m going to get a moment to gather my thoughts together, he instead surprised me again. This time he boldly glides both of his hands up my sides. I’ve felt his hands on my bare waist many times and love that warm tingle that always accompanies his touch. But this time he doesn’t slow down or stop. Instead, he grips my low cut crop top blouse and just keeps moving his hands upward. Without giving it a second thought, my arms lift upward and soon I find myself standing before my boyfriend in my strapless lacy bra. Instead of returning to a kiss, Louis’ smile expands as his hands return to my shoulders and slide down my back. With an evidently well practiced flick of his fingers, he unhooks my bra and lets it drop, leaving me completely topless before him. And where I was honestly looking forward to his hands playing with my bare breasts I wasn’t ready for what happened next. Louis gripping my arms, dipping down a bit, and latched his lips around my left nipple. With his hands on my arms I couldn’t even reach around to embrace him and was left to whimper and moan out my pleasure.

Thank God Louis is a gentleman. Between the ****, the weed, the edibles, the physical pleasure, and being lost in this blissful moment, I don’t know that I could have stopped him from exploring down the front of my panties. But evidently Louis remembered that I wanted to hold off from that and instead made up for that by kissing, touching, and caressing every other area of my body. My lips, my neck, my ears, my breasts, and my nipples. At one point he turns me around and pushes me up against the wall, my hard as nails nipples feeling like they’re going to break through the drywall, while he pulls and pushes at my plug and kisses his way up and down my bare back.

It's only when Louis rubs his crotch up against me and I feel just how hard he is in his pants that I’m reminded I was going to spend the night pleasing him and not the other way around. When I’m able to gather my thoughts, I push Louis away from me hard enough that he has to take a full step back. The look on his face is one of initial worry, like he’s gone too far, but it quickly changes back to the lust he’s been showing since we got into the room when I drop down to my knees and start working furiously at his belt.

When I have Louis’ belt undone and his pants unbuttoned and unzipped, I get my hands into his waistline, hooking both the pants and his underwear, and yank them down. I can’t help but giggle as I see his shirt float down from above and look up to see that he’s now naked standing above me, his cock standing out as hard and proud as I’ve ever seen it. I don’t even bother trying to take off his shoes or get his pants off his ankles… I want him. Now.

I want to play the seductress for him. Reward my man for the world of pleasure he’s just delivered to me. But at the same time, just as Marley warned, there’s only so much build up that a normal man can take. And even though I wasn’t doing anything directly to him, we were basically having foreplay for the past forty-five minutes. As I come back up to my knees, my hands gripping Louis’ hips to help steady myself, I see that he already has a drip of precum on the end of his cock. As sexily as I can, I maintain eye contact and lick both of my hands until they’re wet and slippery before gripping his length. Knowing we only have a few moments of this at best, I work to make it as pleasurable for him as I can.

I work my fingers and fingernails over his length. I use my thumb to rub that sensitive area just under the crown of his cock. I cup and manipulate his balls. I tickle along his thighs. And all the while I coo and bite my lip and moan for him, knowing that he’s looking down his body at little topless me jacking him off.

It feels like just moments later I feel Louis’s legs start to stiffen and know it’s time. I glance around Louis and see that we’re a little further from the bed than I’d like. Afraid that he might lose balance as he cums and fall back and miss the bed, I scootch closer and prepare to push him back a bit. At that moment though, Louis grunts, stiffens up further and groans out “Yer gonna make me cum!”

Thinking quickly, with Louis’ cock just a couple inches in front of my face, I lean backwards and try to point him downwards toward my heaving breasts. That movement though, it seems, along with his oncoming orgasm, unbalanced Louis. On the good side, he didn’t fall backwards and possibly injure himself. On the bad side, he leans further forward gripping my head with one hand and my shoulder with the other.

There wasn’t even a moment of time to consider what was going to happen, let alone change the course of it. I felt Louis’ cock swell and expand in my little hand just as I heard him let out a loud pleasured groan. His hand on my head held my face looking directly at his cock while his hand on my shoulder kept me from moving back or to the side, and together barely kept him from falling forward on top of me as he started to cum. The first line of his cum hit my right cheek as I inadvertently directed it over my nose and almost all the way up to my left eye. I let out a stifled grunt as I tried to direct his thick cock downward, desperately trying to point him at my breasts or at least my neck, when he shot again, this time on the tip of my nose where I again inadvertently directed him down to finish shooting directly into my open mouth.

I don’t know if it was fate or providence or kismet, but that’s where I simply froze. The now familiar taste of Louis’ cum blossoming in my mouth yet again, this time freshly delivered from the source. How many girls could actually say they’ve trained to give a hand job like this, and I specifically coached on how avoid this very situation! Yet here I am, frozen, shocked, and jerking Louis perfectly for him to finish shooting jet after jet of cum directly into my wide open mouth.