I'm sitting on my bed in my bathrobe, pretending to read a book as my family prepares to go out for the evening. Steph and Michelle are each spending the night with friends; Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky are taking the boys to Grandma and Grandpa's to ring in the new year; and Dad actually has a date. With any luck, he'll be gone for hours. I know that sounds bad, but this is the first time in two months that I'll actually be alone with Joey, the one person I really want to celebrate with.

And I know just how I'm gonna do it too. If only my family would hurry up and get out of here...

A knock sounds on my door, and as I call out a greeting, Dad walks in.

"Hey Deej, still no plans, it looks like."

"None whatsoever." I smile as I put my book down. "If I can keep him up, I'll probably just watch the ball drop with Joey." Yeah right.

"Good luck with that," Dad answers. "Uncle Jesse and Aunt Becky just left, and I'm going to drop your sisters off before picking up my date."

"Don't hurry back on our account, Dad. She's new in the neighborhood, and there's no better way to spend New Year's Eve than with the new girl in town."

Dad eyes me with a slightly suspicious look. "Are you trying to get rid of me? Do you have someone coming over tonight?"

I laugh to hide my nervousness. Not exactly. "Of course not. I'm just saying...new year, new girl. Sounds like a winning combination to me."

Dad joins me in my laughter as he kisses the top of my head. "Have a good time watching the ball drop tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

I wave goodbye as I pick my book back up. I force myself to read another fifteen minutes to make sure the house is empty before I go in search of Joey.

I find him in the kitchen eating a sandwich, and it's so hard for me not to tackle him. I calmly ask him what he's got planned for tonight.

"Absolutely nothing. I'm going to bed early and sleeping straight through everything."

I don't know about sleeping, but..."How about coming to bed with me?"

He looks up at me from his sandwich, and the expression on his face tells me he's thinking about the last time we were alone in a bedroom together, when nothing happened.

"For what? Another card game?" he asks.

I walk over and stand behind him. As I massage his shoulders, I briefly nibble on his ear before whispering, "Why don't you put down that sandwich and come find out?"

I reach down and take the sandwich from him, placing it on his plate and taking him by the hand. He stands and allows me to lead him upstairs to my room.

I let my mind wander to the last time we were together like this. I wanted to have sex with Joey a couple months ago, but at the last minute, I chickened out. But I haven't been able to shake the image of his nudity, and if for no other reason than that, I want to try again.

With the house empty, I don't bother shutting the door. I remove my bathrobe to reveal a very short black dress. It barely covers my breasts and comes to just below my buttocks. I borrowed it from a friend at college, in the hopes for an opportunity like this.

I can tell Joey likes it, but if I remember right, he prefers me without clothes almost as much as I like him without any.

Ready to get down to business, I say, "Why don't you get more comfortable? Take your socks and shoes off, and I'll help you undress."

Joey hesitates before speaking. "And then what? Deej, I've asked you to bed before, and you turned me down. You waited until we were stark naked to tell me you didn't want to sleep with me. How do I know you won't do that again?"

Without waiting for his footwear to be removed, I start unbuttoning Joey's shirt. I bare his chest and run my hands over it. I wrap my arms around his waist under his shirt, look up at him, and kiss his lips. "I won't do it again," I whisper. "Let's get undressed and go to bed."

Joey peels his shirt off before bending down to take his socks and shoes off. He unbuckles his belt, unbuttons and unzips his jeans, and slides them down his thighs to reveal a pair of white briefs. The last time we did this, he'd been wearing boxers and had looked amazing in them. But in form-fitting briefs, he looks...hot.

"New Years' resolution suggestion: Burn your boxers and wear only briefs from now on."

He nods as he whispers, "Anything you say. Let's get you out of that dress."

Joey unzips it for me, and as it falls away, I step out of it. He then removes his underwear.

I purposefully had not worn panties or a bra under my dress, and even as I gaze at Joey's penis, I'm acutely aware of his eyes taking in my naked body.

I place my hands on Joey's chest and slowly slide them over his shoulders, linking my fingers behind his neck. My tongue enters his mouth, and our tongues begin to wrestle. I feel his hands rubbing my back, and around a kiss, I tell him, "Did you know I have a mole on my left butt cheek?"

A chuckle rumbles in his chest. "Deej, I've known you since you were a baby. I've seen it."

"Not like this." I pull away and turn around. Moments pass before I feel a hand on my cheek. Joey then surprises me by placing a few tender kisses on it. He nuzzles his face against my butt cheek briefly before rising and wrapping his arms around my torso from behind.

He kisses my shoulder and massages my breasts for several minutes before he asks, "Come to bed with me."

We don't bother pulling the sheets back. I simply lay down as Joey kneels over me. He lowers himself so that he's laying on top of me, then begins kissing my breasts. My nipples harden at his action, and my heart starts to race as his kisses make their way down to my navel. I'm aware of his penis entering my vagina, and it's like the fireworks have come early. I groan in hormonal ecstacy as pain coarses through me before giving way to sexual pleasure. My hips begin to rock in sync with Joey's, and it's like I can feel every inch of his penis through my entire body. He continues to plant kisses on my neck as my back arches, and I dig my nails into his spine. When at last he pulls his penis out of me, we're both breathing heavily as we change places.

For a few quiet moments, I lay nakedly on top of Joey, bare chest to bare chest, and he gently runs his hands along my sides.

I prop myself up just enough to caress his nipples, and as I place my own tender kisses on Joey's chest, he says softly, "Deej, play with my scrotum."

As I move from on top of him, he eaglespreads his legs, and I carefully position myself between them. I run my fingers through his belly and pubic hair, and after giving his penis a few gentle tugs, I wrap my hand around his sack. As I begin to squeeze it, I can feel his testicles beneath my hand, and it's not long before I'm using both hands to massage it. I roll each testicle between my fingers, and as I'm fondling his scrotum, his penis begins to harden and erect. I lean forward and wrap my lips around it, alternating between sucking and nibbling on it.

A groan escapes Joey's lips as I massage and nibble on his genitals, and somehow I know it won't be long until a projectile of semen is emitted. I release his penis, and as I watch his bodily fluid soar through the air, I wonder, I doubt a fountain of semen is the same as a shooting star, but if it was, I'd wish for this night to never end.

We pull the covers back now, and we lay nakedly between the sheets. The sex continues until the distant firecrackers cease, but as I lay with my head on Joey's shoulder and my fingers running along his belly, I know my own fireworks have just begun.