It was New Year's Eve, I had turned 15 and my parents let me go to a New Year's party. I had a new dress. I thought I was the best looking girl at the party. Until I found myself face down on a bed with my dress over my head and my panties pulled down to my knees and I was getting screwed the more I wiggled the more he got it in until he was all the way in and he held me up by my waist, I grabbed this pillow with all my might and I waited until he finished screwing me.

He pulled up his pants and we used a pillow case to clean up. He kissed me and told me I looked great in my dress and helped me get straightened out. There was a hand mirror in the room and he helped me get my hair back to normal. He sat on the bed and pulled me down into his lap and kissed me for about ten minutes, he had me put my tongue in his mouth, and then he hugged me and rocked me back and forth while he kissed me. He was getting an erection again, I could feel it under my legs. After a couple of minutes he told me to get off his lap and had me stand up beside him and he buried his face into my crotch and fell to his knees and grabbed me by my butt.

This time he took my dress off and my panties and I laid back on the bed and we made boyfriend girlfriend love. After we cleaned up and got dressed again we went back to the party, it was still before midnight and when the countdown ended he kissed me in the middle of the living room in front of everyone. For the rest of the night I held his hand and went along with him. I guess it was around 1 a.m. when he leaned over and asked me my name and he whispered his name in my ear. We exchanged information, what school I went to and what university he went to, that I had come with my parents and that he had come with a friend, but his friend was gone so he didn't know how he was going to get back to his friend's house.

I never told my parents about that part of the party. I hung my dress up the next day and made sure it was OK before I put it in the closet. My brother showed up late in the morning, and he had been with some friends so he never saw me disappear from the living room. He had heard that I had gotten kissed for New Year's and he made fun of me about that.

It was in college when again I faced the prospect of being screwed. The boy asked me if I had any experience and I lied and let him do all the work of taking my clothes off before screwing me. It was such a disappointment, no magic. I guess my magic had happened on that New Year's Eve. So far I have felt the magic again.