The Start of a New Year

It was New Year’s Eve and Peter excited. For weeks now his friend Joe had been talking up his New Year’s party. He was talking food, drinks, music, lights, games and girls all in his massive house. Joe’s parents were spending the New Year in their summer home down in Florida and so he had the house all to himself.

When Peter heard Joe was having it at his house he flipped. That place was massive, it could easily hold over 200 people. Everyone was gonna be there and that meant he had an awesome chance of hooking up. For the longest time Peter had attempted dating. Every time it lead nowhere. However each time he had gotten a bit closer and a little more experienced. Never the less he was sick of the game and wanted to try a new approach. Go from hello to third base in one night. Although to many this was a typical Friday night but to Peter this was a new thing and he was excited.

His phone rang, it was Joe. 

“Yo dude, you ready?”

“You know it, what time it starting?”

“Starts at nine but come whenever.”

“Nice, I’ll be there.”

“Awesome. Oh by the way are you gonna…”

“I got a flawless system. Step one: show up late, but not too late. Step two: get a good buzz going. Step three: find the right girl. Step four: find a room. Step five: score.”

“Aw little Peter and his cute little system. A flawless plan to get laid tonight. Man how much you have grown.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

Joe laughed, “I’m just messin’ with you dude, but seriously good luck. They’ll be plenty of opportunities tonight! Later.”

“Later.”

Peter hung up his phone and waited anxiously.

———-

The party was crazier than he thought it would be. Peter had arrived right around 10:00 and it was already insane. Damn, what did he miss? There was easily 150+ people. Hell there were even people passed out on the lawn. I guess having a massive house in the middle of nowhere really pays off. No neighbors, no noise complaints and no cops. The perfect formula the the perfect party.

He walked in and was instantly hit with a loud bass, strobes and tons of people. The guy girl ratio was unbelievable. It was at least 2:1 in favor of the guys. This was gonna be way too easy.

He grabbed a drink and walked around. Everyone he knew was here, everyone. But there were so many he didn’t.

“Yo Pete! What’s up?!”

He turned around it was Jim, Derek and Frank.

“Hey guys! What’s up??”

“Dude, we heard you’re gonna try and plow a chick tonight.”

“What the fuck? Why is everyone so obsessed with me trying to hook up?”

Derek looked at him, “No big deal, it’s just so unlike you. A lot of people see you as the last person to bang some random broad.”

“Thanks… I think.”

“Yo but it’s cool. You should check out the kitchen, there’s a few tipsy chicks already in there-”

Frank interrupted him, “Yeah and some have already flashed their tits.”

Peter nodded his head acknowledging the help, “Thanks guys. I’ll see you around.”

“Always remember ‘It will be sweeter if you wrap your Peter.”

Peter shook his head and walked towards the kitchen.

———-

Sasha sat in the corner sipping on a beer. Not a huge fan of parties or any social event for that matter. She would just grab a drink and watch people make complete asses of themselves. Considered by many as a stereotypical goth she was dressed in all black. She wasn’t turning many heads and honestly she didn’t care. She had recently broken up with her girlfriend of two years and needed to blow off some steam. Tonight she was gonna find herself a girl to fuck.

———-

It had been over two hours and Peter had been striking out all night. Each time becoming a little more discouraged and a little more drunk. He saw a cute girl leaning up against the wall, she was obviously a bit uncomfortable but being to drunk to realize he went over and tried to complete step three.

He stumbled over and extended his arm past her head and leaned on the wall.

“Hey there, I’m… I’m Pete. What’s your name?”

Immediately the girl became more uncomfortable, “Uh… no thanks I’m here with my-”

“Hey, hey, hey wait a second. I just want to know what you are called…. tha… that’s all.”

She smiled nervously.

———-

“As if you witchy bitch, do you take me for some sort of dyke!?”

The blonde bimbo stuck her nose in the air and shoved past Sasha. 

She couldn’t believe it. When did she become so bad at this? It wasn’t that long ago she could convince any girl to sleep with her, gay or straight. She must have lost her touch. She was beginning to think she may have to…

“Fuck off you creep!”

Sasha turned to see Peter feeling up the cute girl. Immediately she slapped him and splashed her drink in his face and stormed off.

“Oh come on! I… I wasn’t trying to do… do anything!”

A dirty idea came to her mind. If she couldn’t get a girl to sleep with her, she would make one. And this little pervert was the perfect candidate. She cleaned her hair and did her best to walk as seductively over to Peter as possible.

Peter was starring down at his cup wondering why there was no more beer in it when he saw someone standing in front of him. He looked up seeing Sasha stare at him with awe and wonder.

“Hello there, I’ve been watching you.”

Peter seemed a bit surprised by this.

“You… you have?”

She smiled, “Of course. Seems like you’ve had a bit to drink but I can always tell when someone’s on the hunt.”

“Whaaa???”

Oh God she was gonna enjoy fucking this piece of shit. She rolled her eyes and went back to seducing him.

“You want to have some fun right?

"I want to have some fun? Fun? Oh yeah! You want to find a quiet place to talk?”

“Absolutely but only if it gets a little more interesting after that.”

Peter’s eyes lit up. It had taken hours but he had found his first one night stand.

“I can assure you… it will…”

“Why don’t I lead the way.”

Peter dropped his cup as Sasha grabbed him by the waist and lead him to through the house.

Joe was dancing up on a table when he saw the two.

“Oh shit! There he goes! My boy Pete. He came, he saw, he conquered.”

Someone yelled out, “Looks like he’s planning on coming again!”

The room cheered.

Sasha ignored the morons around her and continued on. Peter stuck his arms up in the air in victory as they continued on.

“Yo Pete! Witch bitch! Take the far room on the third floor. It’s the best in the house!”

Sasha hated being called that, she turned around and glared at him.

Pete jumped back a little, “Damn she’s scary. She must be amazing in bed. Eh yo! Someone break out the Jager!”

The crowd cheered as Sasha lead Peter up the stairs. As they made their way up Sasha could hear muffled talking and movement coming from different rooms. Some people were already having some fun. She smiled.

“Hey… hey I just want to say thank you. I don’t know you but my name’s Peter. What’s yours?”

“Shut up.”

“What? No way really?”

She shook her head. She couldn’t get to the room soon enough.

After another flight of stairs and a short walk down a hallway they were there. The room was pretty bare save for two unused beds and some basic furniture. How the fuck was this the best room in the house?

She lowered Peter on the bed and shut the door.

“Wow, look at look at this room its pretty nice huh?”

Sasha began to take off her shirt, “Sure.”

“Hey… seriously though thank you. You may not know my name… I mean I may not know your name but you must really like sex huh?”

Jesus what an ass, “Yup.”

Peter began taking his pants and shirt off with a bit of difficulty.

“Hey I just wanted to say that you’re actually my first… my first as in sex.”

Sasha was now down to just her bra and underwear. She looked over to him curiously, “Wait seriously?”

Peter smiled. He kicked his clothes off the bed, an erection clearly visible below his boxers.

“Yes. I’m… I’m not normally like this… I’m just not that great at it.”

“At what?”

“Dating and girls…”

God dammit Sasha thought. This guy’s just having a bad day. Fuck. Maybe he’s not a bad guy, is this fair?

“But fuck that… I’m here with you… let’s fuck Shut up.”

And that changed her mind. Sasha’s conscious was gone once more. This guy may be an asshole or the nicest guy but she didn’t care now. She was already naked and committed. She’ll make his first time one to remember.

“The name’s Sasha.”

She ripped off her top and slid her underwear off.

“Holy shit!”

She smiled. This wasn’t her favorite part but it was necessary. She crawled over him and hopped on top of his erect cock. It was certainly an interesting feeling but nothing to write home about.

“Oh my God! Holy shit! Holy shit!”

“You like that baby?”

“Oh yeah bitch!”

“How about this?” 

She started lifting herself up and down on top of him. Little did Peter know that she had already started changing him. As she rode his cock she was slowly pushing it down into him. 

She leaned over and grabbed his chest. She began to rub them.

“Keep going, this is amazing.”

Peter closed his eyes oblivious to Sasha’s intentions.

Sasha smiled and began pulling on his chest. The rhythmic motion of her bouncing up and down was spreading throughout his body. From his crotch out his skinny body was morphing. His hips began to expand out as his legs started to shrink and widen.

“You know your stuff. Whatever you’re doing I can feel it everywhere.”

“It will only get better from here.”

Her hands began pulling out two large tits. She finally stopped at D size and then began caressing Peter’s torso molding it into an hourglass figure.

Peter moaned in pleasure.

His dick was almost gone but she kept bouncing. The longer she did the longer he’d be distracted.

“Keep your eyes shut. Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

She leaned over to his face and pressed her fingers around it. She liked small cute innocent faces and so she made his just that. What color hair on this one? Blue? Black? No let’s go with a dark red. She pulled his hair down to his shoulders. She smirked, perfect.

The music from downstairs stopped and someone over a microphone began counting down. “Ten… nine… eight…” Everyone joined in.

Sasha backed off Peter and looked down at his crotch. She needed to do a little work down there. She crept down behind him.

“…seven… six…”

She ran her finger down the empty space on his crotch forming a tight slit. Damn that was a fine looking vagina. Peter giggled in a girly voice.

“…five… four… three…”

With both hands she grabbed his ass and squeezed. It expanded to generous proportions. 

“…two…”

She backed off and looked at her sexy new girlfriend spread out on the bed.

“…one…”

She smiled and jumped onto her.

The crowd cheered “Happy New Year!!!”

Sasha began fingering Peter who immediately started moaning with intense pleasure.

The music resumed shaking the whole house drowning out Peter’s feminine moans of pleasure.

———-

Peter woke up. She was starring at the ceiling. It was light out and her head was throbbing. Immediately she realized he wasn’t in his bedroom. What the fuck happened. Suddenly she felt a weird feeling coming from his crotch. It was almost as if someone was… licking him?

She turned his head and looked down. Two large tits blocked her vision. Still a bit hung over she wasn’t exactly sure what she was looking at.

“What the fuck?”

She looked past them and saw a hot girl starring at her. She was fully nude and was licking her. She smiled.

“Happy New Year baby, you were amazing last night.”

“Wait? What? We had sex?”

“Yes, I helped you lose your virginity… twice!”

Peter finally understood what was going on. He was now a she.

“What the fuck is going on?! What did you do to-”

Peter finally realized her voice wasn’t his anymore when Sasha stuck her finger into her vagina.

“You loved when I did this to you last night Patricia.”

Peter wanted to scream with terror but all he could do was squeak with pleasure. This girl was fingering her. She wanted to resist but it felt just too good.

“Uh…uh oh my God… that’s that’s absolutely amazing.”

Sasha smiled, “I’ve had quite a lot of practice. Some say these fingers are magic… You can experience this every night if you stay with me.”

Peter moaned with intense pleasure.

The door burst open and Joe slid in, “Pete you fucking playa! Losing your-”

He looked at the two lesbians.

“Whoa! Sorry ladies I thought this was the room that-”

“Oh it is.”

Joe looked at Sasha, “But where’s?”

“Right there.”

Joe looked at the cute red head getting fingered, she began screaming and squealing with pleasure. He couldn’t believe what Sasha just said, there was no way that babe was Peter. 

Sasha jumped on Patricia. The two began making out as they fingered each other. 

“So what do you say cutie?”

“Oh fuck yes! I’ll do whatever you want just don’t stop!”

Joe starred at the two for a few seconds confused and turned on. Through the orgasmic noises they were making Joe heard Patricia say, “Joe you asshole get the fuck out. Can’t you see I’ve reached stage five!”