This has been written as a serial. Each chapter contains a unique experience, but the ongoing story builds with each installment. If you begin with this chapter, you may be confused.

I recommend you start with Carnal Maturation Ch. 1: Erica

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Chapter 4: New Year’s Eve

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“Hey, what have you been doing all morning? Why are you just now calling?” Erica asked as soon as she answered the phone.

“The fuck you talking about? It’s only eleven, and I’ve been spending Christmas morning with my family. You know, opening presents and shit,” I replied, defensive and shocked at her anger.

“We finished that hours ago, and I’ve been waiting for you to call,” Erica continued.

“Okay. Well, I’m calling now. Merry Christmas, by the way,” I tried to remain calm, but sarcasm poured into my tone.

“Thank you, and Merry Christmas. I’m sorry, I was just expecting you to call earlier,” Erica began to relax. “I would’ve called you, but I don’t have your grandma’s number.”

“I should have given that to you, but you’ve got to chill about how often I call you,” I rolled my eyes and took a deep breath. “Did you get everything you wanted?” I tried to divert the discussion.

“Mostly. I didn’t get the sunglasses or shoes I asked for, but I got the CDs,” Erica replied, sounding happier.

“That’s good. Um, I can’t talk long, we’re heading to a movie, but I wanted to let you know that Scott’s having a New Year’s party. It should be fun if you can go. Everyone’s welcome to crash at his place, although I’m sure it will be mostly on the floor.”

“Why’d you call if you can’t talk?” Erica started up again.

“Erica,” I steadied my voice. “How angry would you’ve been if I waited another two or three hours?”

“Fine. Whatever. I just wish you could talk more often,” Erica continued complaining.

“We talk all the time. You hear my voice more than my parents do.”

“I guess. I just wish we could’ve been together on Christmas,” Erica sighed audibly.

“Me too,” I placated. In reality, I was glad for the break. “We’ll have New Year’s at Scott’s.”

“That’ll be good. I think my parents will let me go, they seem to be in a good mood lately, although they will probably have to talk to his parents. Will they be home?”

“I think so, but they usually hide in their bedroom unless things get too out of control. I’m sure they’ll say the right things to your folks.”

“Are you still not coming home until the thirty-first? I’m getting so fucking Horny without you,” Erica whined.

“Can’t you masturbate? Did you get that book from Sharon?”

“Yeah. It’s been helpful, and I’ve been able to get myself off a few times but it’s not the same without you inside me,” Erica started to sound sexy, “and I really miss your cum dripping from my Pussy.”

“I miss that too. My sock is just not the same,” I sympathized. “I’d Love to talk about this, but I’m standing in the kitchen. And anyway, I’ve got to leave soon, and I don’t want to be too hard while watching a movie with my family.”

***

“How are you and Erica doing?” Sharon asked as she lay her head on my stomach.

I’d grown used to being used as a pillow, but this was the first time she’d done it in front of her boyfriend, Scott. He didn’t seem to care. Although he was busy setting up for his party and only partially paying attention to his girlfriend’s close proximity to my semi-aroused manhood.

“Fuck, I don’t know. It seems like everything is a fight or on the verge of a fight. I don’t know how much more I can take,” I sighed. “Don’t tell Erica this, by the way.”

“We won’t,” Sharon responded.

“But the Sex is still good, right?” Andrea asked, surprising me with her bluntness. “At least, that’s what Erica says. Although she doesn’t seem to have an issue with the arguing.”

“Umm, yeah. I mean, we don’t fight when we fuck,” I laughed. “I mean, she’s Hot, into me, and willing to try new things. What more could I want?”

“Someone that doesn’t argue with you all the time,” Andrea suggested.

“Hey, some arguing is good. It means she cares. Scott hasn’t yelled at me in months,” Sharon whispered.

“I’m sure he still cares,” I whispered back.

“Maybe,” Sharon sighed.

“At least he’ll fuck you,” Andrea added. “Nick’s too shy to do more than kiss me.”

“Wait, what? How long have you two been dating?” I asked.

“Almost two months.”

“You’ve got to dump his Ass and get with someone who’s got some game,” I joked.

“Who? All the good guys are taken. I doubt I could do better unless I break up some couple,” Andrea lamented.

“You want Scott?” Sharon joked. “I’m almost done with him.”

“I feel you both. I might be over Erica, but at least I’m having Sex. If I dump her, then who am I left with?” I shrugged.

“I’m sure some girl would fuck you,” Sharon said.

“Or even date you,” Andrea added.

“Yeah… but… “

“Oh, you’re just upset that Melanie’s dating someone new. What is it with you and her?” Sharon questioned me.

“Bad timing,” I answered. “Very, bad timing.”

There was also the problem of our long-standing friendship and the awkwardness a rejection would bring. Maybe the fear of rejection prevented me from taking the leap when I had the chance…

No, it’s better to say it’s bad timing.

“Hey, are you three going to help me, or are you just going to lay there until people arrive?” Scott yelled from the kitchen.

“We’re coming,” Sharon yelled back, rolling to her side, her face brushing my shaft as she pushed herself up.

I knew she didn’t mean to, and I wasn’t sure if she realized she’d done it. Either way, she gave no indication or reaction at all. My dick, on the other hand, instantly grew from the unexpected contact.

“See, he yells at you,” Andrea joked.

“It would’ve been the same tone if I’d been in here sucking Gavin’s dick,” Sharon quipped.

“Well, someone’s got to do it,” I said, lamenting a lack of oral from Erica.

“It’s not for everyone,” Andrea said.

“But it’s for me,” Sharon joked. “Sucking dick in general, not yours, Gavin. Although I hear it’s lovely,” she finished with a wink.

I lay there until the two girls left the room before I concealed my erection and headed off to help Scott.

***

“I’m so happy to see you,” Erica said as she wrapped her arms around me. “I’ve missed you so much.”

“I’ve missed you too, especially this,” I said as I grabbed two handfuls of her Ass.

It was easier for me to be sincere when I turned everything sexual. She seemed to discover it endearing, but it was a diversion. Smoke and mirrors to prevent her from seeing the hesitation concerning my feelings around our non-sexual compatibility.

“Maybe we can find a place to sneak away to later?” Erica suggested.

People arrived in droves after Erica. We all exchanged tails of our presents and talked about our plans for the last week of break.

The party really kicked off when George and Steven showed up with a trunk full of liquor. It was cheap booze in plastic bottles that they’d stolen from numerous grocery stores around town, but we didn’t care. It would get us drunk and could be easily concealed from Scott’s parents. Fortunately, we were young enough to escape the worst of the inevitable hangover from the bottom-shelf hooch.

Scott’s parents were cool about letting the party go undisturbed. They had a history of looking the other way if someone got too drunk but wouldn’t tolerate the blatant consumption of booze in the house. So, the bottles remained in Steven’s trunk.

“Hey man, want to take a walk?” Scott asked, using our codeword for sneaking a drink or smoke.

“Yeah. I’ll be right there,” I replied.

“Do they have anything good? Like wine coolers or something?” Erica asked.

“I doubt it. You probably want to bring a mixer if you want something.”

“I’ll pass for now. I might get something later,” she replied.

“You sure?” I questioned, receiving a shake of the head no. “I’ll find you later then.”

I caught up with Scott and joined George, Steven, and a few other guys from our class around Steven’s popped trunk. I was handed a bottle of vodka, which I took a chug from before passing it left.

“Fuck man. If you’re going to steal the stuff then why don’t you grab the good stuff?” I asked Steven, shaking my head from the burn in my throat.

“The glass bottles make too much noise. You can’t just walk out of the store with a backpack full of glass.”

The bottle circled the group until we all slurred our words.

“How’ve you been, man? I feel like it’s been forever since we talked,” I asked Scott.

“Busy. My AP classes are kicking my Ass. I’ve barely got time to hang out with Sharon,” he responded. “I think you’ve seen her more than I have the last month.”

“Maybe. Erica and I’ve been hanging out with her and Andrea a lot.”

“Sharon keeps threatening to leave me for you and Erica, saying you’d made a good throuple. I think she’s joking, but honestly, I’m so checked out of our relationship that I don’t know anymore,” Scott admitted.

“Yeah, she was complaining about that. She thinks you don’t care anymore,” I said.

“Honestly, man. I don’t think I do. I doubt we’ll make it through winter break,” Scott lamented.

“I feel ya, man. Erica keeps getting on my nerves.”

“At least you’ve got time for Sex. I’m barely getting laid anymore,” Scott continued.

“Speaking of that, where’s Nick?”

“He’s around, but he’s still not drinking. Why?”

“Did you know that he’s barely done anything more than kiss Andrea?” I said with a chuckle.

“Figures. Fucking loser,” Scott responded. “Don’t get me wrong. I like the guy, but he’s gotta loosen up. He thinks everything he does is being recorded for future judgment. Permanent record and all that bullshit.”

“Right? And his parents are probably the least strict of all of ours. He could probably smoke pot in the living room, and they wouldn’t care. How’d he get strung so tight? I’d kill for his parents, but he goes and wastes them by being his own narc. Whatever, enough about him. I think Paul is the only dude that annoys me more,” I ranted. “Fuck, maybe we’ll all be single in a week,” I laughed as the alcohol destroyed my inhibitions.

“Want to go hit some golf balls? My dad’s got the net set up,” Scott offered. “If you think you can hit the net.”

“You know, I’ve got a better stroke than you do.”

***

“Where the fuck have you been?” Erica asked, struggling to keep her voice quiet. “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Chill. Scott and I were in the back,” I said, drunkenly placing my hands on her shoulders.

“How fucking drunk are you?” Erica asked as she shoved me away.

“Really? You’re fucking angry because I was hanging out with my friend? There are tons of people here who you know. You’re not the fucking new girl anymore. Why don’t you go hang out with some of them?” I yelled back before turning and walking away.

I was done. I didn’t care what Erica wondered about my tantrum and secretly hoped she’d break up with me. It would save me the trouble. Unfortunately, I’d tried this tactic before, and every time, she apologized and moved on like I hadn’t snapped at her. I didn’t know why she did it, but it meant I would need to take matters into my own hands when I’d finally had enough.

I didn’t know where I was going, but I wanted to get away from the party. I was drunk, angry, and about to make a scene. I knew if I could get fifteen or twenty minutes alone, I’d be okay, but until then, I needed to stay away from Erica.

Scott lived at the end of a narrow dead-end street. It was essentially a long driveway connecting the eleven houses to the main road. I could walk down it in the middle of the night without fear of being hit by a car. Which was good because I was weaving as I did so.

I unconsciously headed toward a secluded spot in the woods where Scott and I used to play when we were young. I didn’t know if it still existed and was pleasantly surprised when I ducked under the trees to discover it well maintained with a newly added picnic table.

One of the neighbors had adopted it after Scott abandoned it for video games and internet Porn. The rope swing we had hung was still there, but it looked frayed, and someone had tossed the end over a branch out of my reach.

I lay on the table and stared at the overhanging branches, watching as they swayed gently in the breeze. The fog was rolling in, and the temperature was dropping. It was uncomfortable, but in a way, I liked it. The cold air occupied my mind as I let go of what had happened with Erica.

I breathed deeply and deliberately, dissipating my rage and frustration. It took a while, but my mind finally calmed as I listened to the wind and felt the cool air on my face.

Just as I was feeling calm, I jumped, startled by the sound of someone approaching. I braced myself, thinking it was Erica looking to begin our fight again, but I relaxed when I saw it wasn’t her.

“Hey, sorry to disturb you, but I wanted to make sure you were okay,” Andrea said as she ducked under the branches.

She sat next to me atop the picnic table. We were separated by only a few inches, and both of us held our hands in our laps as we looked forward.

“I’m better now. I just can’t stand Erica’s clingy shit sometimes,” I said. “Do you think that’s bad?”

“I’m not sure I’m the one to ask. I wish Nick would be more clingy, but I get what you’re saying. Erica does seem over the top sometimes,” Andrea answered.

“It’s not even what she did tonight. I mean, it was annoying, but I could’ve let it slide if I wasn’t so worked up about all the other shit she does. I really need to end it, but it is hard when I try. I keep backing out.”

“I get it,” Andrea said as she nudged me with her shoulder. “I mean, there are other girls out there, but they are unknown, and you know what you have with her.”

“Exactly.” I nudged her back.

“But do you like what you have? Besides the Sex?”

“No. Not really. You’re right,” I sighed, my arm grazing her back. “I need to pull the band-aide off.”

“Just don’t do it tonight. Nobody wants to see that shit,” she half-joked, lightly punching me in the shoulder.

After she hit me, she leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. I draped my arm around her and pulled her snugly. I tipped my head against hers, and we sat in silence, listening to the susurration of the branches.

It was nice to sit with her. Her body fit well against mine, and there wasn’t the fear of a looming fight. It was calming, something I hadn’t experienced with Erica in a long time.

At least, anytime except immediately after Sex, as that was the only time we seemed secure in our relationship.

The longer we sat there, the more I realized this wouldn’t happen with Erica. If we’d been alone in the wood like this, we would’ve long since begun to make out, and I would probably be fucking her from behind as she leaned over the table.

Why is that? I thought, realizing I was enjoying Andrea’s business without trying to have Sex with her. I guess we are both dating other people… for now.

“Shall we get back to the party? I bet Nick’s looking for his midnight peck,” I teased.

“You laugh, but I get more action from my dog,” Andrea said.

“Lucky dog.”

“Stupid Nick.”

“I’m sure you’ll find someone better,” I said.

“As will you,” she replied.

Are you offering to date me? I wondered.

***

“I’m so sorry. I should never have snapped at you like that,” Erica said as she hugged me.

“It’s okay,” I dismissed it, not wanting to argue anymore. “What time is it?”

I don’t know how sorry she can be if she keeps doing the same shit, I wondered.

“It’s almost midnight. Want to head in and celebrate with everyone?”

“Sure,” I said noncommittally.

It felt wrong to be about to engage in a New Year’s kiss with a girl I was planning on dumping, but Andrea was right. I shouldn’t break up with her at the party. Not only did no one want to see it, but it would also further humiliate Erica, which is not what I wanted.

Despite not wanting to date her any longer, I still cared about her. I wondered she was a good person regardless of her possessing several character traits that drove me insane.

I still found her attractive, so kissing her at midnight wouldn’t be an problem. Hell, I would Love to keep having Sex with her, as it was only the actual dating part that drove me mad.

As the seconds grew near, the crowd counted down to midnight, “Five, four, three, two, one. Happy New Year!” we all screamed.

Erica pulled me tight and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me. Not wanting to make a scene, I kissed her back, slipping my tongue into her mouth as the moment drug on. As I kissed her, I let my eyes wander around the room.

I locked eyes with Andrea. She had just pulled away from a kiss on the cheek from Nick. Apparently, he was too nervous to even kiss her on the lips in public. She rolled her eyes and smiled at me as she hugged him.

I shook my head as I continued to sway with Erica.

Sharon was the next to catch my eye. She was slow dancing with Scott, as most of us had begun to do, and smiled at me when she saw me looking her way. She raised her arms slightly, giving a slight shrug as she spun out of sight.

The crowd danced for a few songs before spreading out once again. Some of the sober people headed home, while the rest of us either staked claim to a sleeping spot or continued to drink.

***

Late in the night, I began to sober up and, with that, grew tired. Erica and I had pledged to distribute Scott’s king-sized bed with him and Sharon, but by the time we got to bed, several other people were trying to sleep on it as well.

In the end, six or seven of us piled onto the bed in a drunken heap, our bodies touching as we slowly passed out one by one.

I was about to join the others in slumber when I felt a hand unfasten my pants and slip under my boxers to grasp my soft dick. I did not stay limp for long as I was stroked to a full erection amongst the pile of teenagers.

Erica was bold, if nothing else. She wasn’t afraid to get dirty, even in the middle of a party on a bed full of friends. I’d miss her willingness to risk being caught whenever I found the nerve to dump her.

I knew I should pull her hand from my shorts, but within seconds my thinking had shifted from logical to Horny. There was no turning back until I nutted.

She stroked me slowly at first but soon had a good head of steam.

I repositioned myself, so I could slip my hand down her pants. It was a tight fit, but I managed to sneak my fingers inside her as we masturbated each other.

I was too tired to put much effort in, but she was willing to please me.

I assume it was the situation, but I was quickly on the verge of Cumming. My cock was still inside my underwear, so if I came, there would be a limited mess.

I increased the pace of my finger thrusts into her. The desire to cum restored much of my energy, and I wanted to make her cum as well.

Erica responded to my increased urgency by jacking me faster and faster until my Ass clenched, and I shot my load in my shorts.

I kept quiet except for a slight grunt as I unloaded into her hand. It wasn’t the most intense Orgasm ever but was one of the riskiest I’d had, as any number of people could have woken at an inopportune time.

My boxers were soaked, but luckily they absorbed most of my spunk. I would’ve never been forgiven if I’d leaked on any of my friends. I’m not sure what their reaction would’ve been, but I am sure it wouldn’t have been good.

I kept pumping away at Erica’s slit, wanting to return the favor but was unable to get the leverage or angle I needed.

“Want to get out of here?” she whispered.

Despite having cum, I was still excited and willing to finish what we’d started. I didn’t bother responding and took Erica’s hand as we gingerly climbed out of the overflowing bed.