In the morning I lay in bed and thought about such a beautiful thing as winter. Of course, any time of the year is beautiful in its own way, but for me personally, winter instills some optimism with its beauty of snowfall, trees covered with hoarfrost. The fact that soon the New Year is my favorite holiday. Since childhood, I have always treated him as something magical, and in part, a similar feeling has remained with me until now.

And today, on the twenty-eighth of December, I was in a great mood - in three days I would meet my holiday again with my family - and then two weeks of freedom! But then, already at breakfast, I discovered that my mother was talking to someone on the phone for a long time. When she finished, she told me that our relative, the son of my grandmother's sister, would come to us for the feast, that is, he is my great-uncle. His name is Andrew.

Paradoxically, at my eighteen years he is only three years older than me. We played a lot in childhood, in fact, Andrei was like a friend to me. Then he, after graduating from school in his city, moved to our city and entered a dentist. He settled in the hostel, but decided to stay with us for a holiday. No, of course, he is quite a normal guy, but there is one "but." By nature, Andrew - a cynic and a misanthrope, loves black humor, using it to the place and out of place. In this we are very different with him. I love the New Year's Soviet films, he hates them in black, as well as all Soviet ones. I know that in the New Year, he will deny and condemn everything nihilistically, spoiling all the New Year's mood for me. And Andrew is very dirty and joking, he is not shy about joking in the presence of relatives.

This is how my holiday would be covered, if I hadn’t had an idea - to go to Dasha and celebrate the New Year with her. And at the same time and have sex with her, how could it be otherwise! That was my last hope - if it doesn’t work there, you’ll have to sit at the table and listen to my uncle’s dirty jokes - not even a piece in the throat will climb, what a festive atmosphere there is!

I took a mobile phone and called Dasha:

- Hello, hello!

- Hello! Happy, darling! - Dasha told me.

- Listen, Dasha, I have a nice offer for you. I want to celebrate the New Year with you. We haven't seen you for a month.

“Not a bad idea,” answered Dasha. - Only this time I do not know how it will turn out. I think my mother will not be celebrating the New Year at home. I heard something, they have a corporate party at work there, but then they go to a restaurant. I will call you in the morning of the thirty-first and tell you if it’s a ride or not.

- Well. Until. Kisses, honey, I said.

It is the thirty-first of December. Hearing Rammstein's percussion accompaniment from my phone, I grabbed it and heard the familiar sweet voice from the phone:

- Danil, come today at seven in the evening.

Already at five o'clock Andrew arrived. I just greeted him and, hastily assembled, called a taxi. Of course, it was foolish to celebrate the New Year not at home, especially since I always liked my mother's New Year's kitchen, but I thought that Dasha would also surprise me with something.

By taxi I went to Dasha's house. On the way, I watched a few passers-by on the streets - it is not surprising, everyone wants to be in the New Year at home. I handed the bill to a slightly drunk taxi driver and got out of the car. From the sky beginning to darken the snow was spellbound with great flakes. It would be possible to stand for hours and look at this New Year's extravaganza, but I did not come here for this.

The doorbell Dasha opened me. On holiday, she decided to wear a light beige blouse, transparent tights and a mini skirt. Her lips were decorated with light pink lipstick, and her hair was loose.

“Well, hello, Dasha, with the Coming One,” I said, walking into Dasha’s apartment.

- You the same. I have already prepared the table, ”Dasha answered me and, having kissed me on the lips, walked into the room.

I took off my clothes and followed Dasha.

I don’t know how Dasha guessed my favorite New Year menu, but the dishes on the table were the same that my mother cooks for every December 31: baked chicken, Olivier salads and crab sticks, smoked red fish and meat delicacies. From fruit were tangerines and apples.

- Do you think we should start eating or having sex first? - Dasha asked, setting the glasses on the table.

- I think it's better to plant you first - the last time this year, no matter how how. Yes, and on a full stomach to do this somehow not very.

- Then let's drink.

Dasha brought an already open bottle of champagne and poured it into glasses, slightly splashing the foam on the tablecloth.

- Let's drink for the old year. For the year in which our relationship has risen to a new level, ”I said.

“Nice toast,” said Dasha and raised her glass.

We drank. On TV began the "Irony of Fate." We looked a bit, and then we wanted to drink more.

- And now for what we drink? - Dasha asked, pouring champagne.

- It's time to drink for love, as Igor Nikolaev said! - I said loudly.

- Yes, I also saw this joke on Vkontakte! - Dasha laughed.

After drinking again, I embraced Dasha. She ran her hand through my crotch, thereby exciting my dick. Having merged in a passionate kiss, we began to undress each other, while on the screen Zhenya Lukashin from “Twist of Fate” convinced Hope that he had come to his apartment.

Taking off her pink panties from Dasha - the last thing that was left on her - I started kissing her tummy, going lower, and finally, I went all the way to the vagina. Dasha fingered her clit, and then spread her legs, as if giving an order to my penis to begin the invasion. I entered Dasha, and she began to relax from the accepted alcohol and sensual movements of the head of the penis along the walls of her vagina. To make my favorite even better, I stuck two fingers into her ass.

Our New Year's sex came to an end when the second series of "Irony" began. Dasha has experienced a rather strong orgasm, slightly moaning and curving. In the end, Dasha sucked from me. I finished on her stomach, after which Dasha collected part of her sperm with her fingers and licked it, and partly - just wiped it off. We got dressed, put ourselves in order and set about the long-awaited meal.

Half an hour before the New Year, we have emptied half the table. It was hard, but it was also a pleasant burden - after all, this does not happen every day.

At 11:05 pm, as usual, the president appeared on the screen, and after his speech, the bells beat twelve. Again poured champagne.

- Happy New Year, Dasha, - I said.

- Happy New Year, Danil.

We went to the window and watched numerous salutes. Behind all this, I saw that the snow had already stopped falling, and the sky was strewn with stars. Then we switched to one of the retroconcerts, because the rest of the channels are twisting the already annoying pop music and lay down on the couch, not even undressing. Dasha lay down on my shoulder and fell asleep after three hours.

Half an hour later, I gradually fell asleep.

The morning sky with its dazzling whiteness looked out the window. Dasha was still sleeping, but I already had to leave. Kissing her and quietly saying goodbye to her, I left.

Already at home I called Dasha and talked to her for a long time about a well-spent holiday.