Snow Lovers by Ernst Haas
happy new year
Mariel wasn't tired, she was weary. Twenty new years celebrations have taken a heavy toll on her spirit and she just wasn't feeling the party this year.
"C'mon girl. You can't tell me that you want to stay home this year. We've partied every New Year's Eve since we were eighteen years old! I refuse to believe that you don't wanna go out this year."
"Believe it Diana. It's become old. I've become old. There's no celebration in getting so toasted I don't know who I'm going home with. Every New Year, every Memorial day, every birthday and Fourth of July it's the same thing. Dressed up or dressed down, same old thing."
"You're just depressed. You got that S.A.D. I bet"
"Maybe so, maybe not; whatever it is or isn't, I'll not be hanging with you all this year. Bye Diana and have a blessed new year and please be careful. I don't wanna be reading about you on the front pages." Mariel hung up the phone.
By eleven oh five and after sipping spiked eggnog for the past two hours Mariel realized that she didn't want to see the new year come in without some sort of fanfare so she put a bottle of asti in her big bag, put on her boots and fur parka, and set out to the park to view the fireworks. The city streets were crowded and the revelers of First Night wished her a happy new year with offered sips of this and a few hits of that. The snow was falling slowly. Big fat flakes dancing in the frigid breezes and laying to rest in her hair. The lucky ones kissed her outstretched tongue to the amused view of one lone partyer standing on the cold balcony of an apartment that Mariel passed. She was enjoying this byherselfness and didn't notice him. She didn't notice him following behind. He was close enough when she stopped to chat to a girl dressed for a party.
"Mariel! You're not clubbin' with your girls tonight?"
"Nah. I thought I might go down to the Point and listen to the symphony and look at the fireworks."
"Oh. Really? The symphony huh? In this snow?"
"Yeah"
"You depressed or something?"
Mariel was genuinely amused and laughed out loud with delight because she just discovered something about herself in this time before the new year.
"No. I've grown up and I'm enjoying it."
"All by yourself huh?"
"Yeah." Mariel checked her wrist. It's almost midnight. I'm gonna roll. Happy New Year Gurlfren."
Mariel walked on with a smile on her cherub, cherry glossed lips.
Her girlfriend checked the guy a few feet behind Mariel and he waved to her and said Happy New Year.
Mariel heard him and turned to walk backwards to see who was behind her.
Cute. Six four. Andrew Dan Jumboish in his plain jeans, and Lugz boots.
"Happy New Year Mariel" he said.
Mariel stumbled off the curb and would have fallen into the street and on coming heavy traffic if he hadn't been quick enough to grab her hand, pull her to him and hold her there. Tight.
He decided that he was not going to let her go for the rest of this night.
"You alright? I don't want to lose you before I even get to know you."
"Yeah. How do you know my name?"
"I was behind you when you were talking to your friend"
"You were eavesdropping."
"Yeah." No shame in his game she thought to herself.
"Actually I saw you about three blocks back. I was standing out on the balcony when you were walking by catching snowflakes on your tongue."
"So you followed me?"
He grabbed her shoulder when he saw the wariness rise in her eyes.
"Don't be scared. You're ... Hell... I see this real cute woman walking by with a smile on her face and a spring in her very cute walk, all by herself, on a cold and snowy New Years Eve night, well... I just gotta know who she is."
Mariel relaxed a bit.
"Okay. You know my name. What's yours?"
"Marc."
"Happy new Year Marc. You can let me go now."
She like the way he looked when he bit his lowerlip and ducked his head to look up into her eyes. She liked that slow easy grin that ended in a deep dimple.
"No chance" he said shaking his head.
She felt the walls of her vagina swelling, involuntarily filling with her liquid want.
He took her hand and they ran across the street to the entrance to Point Park. The orchestra was playing a waltz and the First Night crowd was young and old alike.
He kept a firm hold of her hand as they joined the dancers. He waltzed her into the crowd to dance her across the cold grass floor to the area that had benches and lots of trees. He sat pulling her down on his lap.
"I don't want your bottom to get cold but I wish you could face me."
pause...
1 mississippi
2 mississippi
Mariel stood , turned and steadied her self with one hand on his shoulder while she sat to face him, straddled on his lap.
They both looked down into the space they made. He was growing hard. She was getting damp. they were blowing steam.
They both looked up at the same time then stared blurrily into each others eyes while they tasted each others mouths.
He unzipped her jeans and pulled the crotch of her panties aside. Her scent rose in the steam from her hot pussy. He felt her honey running to greet his fingers and he slid two fingers in and out and rubbed her clit with with his other fingers. Pinching it with his forefinger and thumb and working it like a little tiny dick. She wondered if Marc played piano because he was certainly playing her like one.
Mariel didn't care that people were staring. She didn't care that parents, whose little ones felt so grown up being allowed to stay up late and go somewhere in the night to have fun, where rushing them past the couple on the park bench.
She didn't care that he had to cover his mouth with his own to swallow her scream that came the same time as the cymbals crashed extolling the new year.
people became caught up in kisses and toasts and surreptitious swigs from paper bags and didn't notice the couple hurrying into the fenced off areas of the trees and laying in the snow.
"Happy New Year Mariel"
"Happy New Year Marc"
He slid into her nice and slow and began to give her the best new years Eve celebration she ever had.
