A Year To Remember (Patreon)

"Almost.  Allll...mmooossst...."  The tapered red tip of the lipstick curved up, over, down, and around. The perfect amount of pressure, balance, and a steady hand ensured that the graceful slope of the cursive 2 ended in an equally elegant tail.  "There!"

Samantha beamed as she pulled away from her artwork.  '2 2'  She gazed at the twin numbers for a long moment -- and longingly -- before finally letting out a happy sigh and sinking back down onto her chair.

"Here you go, ma'am."

The male half of her canvas gave her a genteel smile and offered back the champagne flute he'd been so very kind to hold for her. She smiled right back. Her own lips lacked the brilliant scarlet hue. They'd started out ruby red, but the color had been left on dozens of lips (upper and lower) and fingers (or similarly shaped body parts) throughout the night. Her gaze traveled down his muscular body, over firm pecs and nicely-toned arms, all the way down to that tight little waist and the uncut manhood on full display.  The lipstick tube rolled idly between her thumb and forefinger as she debated re-applying it just for the joy of wearing it off again.

"Samantha-san?"

The dreamy look and half-smile drifted from naked man to naked woman as Samantha's attention shifted. Kayo was the other half of the canvas. A rosy '2' decorated one ass cheek; a '0' graced the other. The two stood in lovely contrast to her pale skin, and in complement to the two vulpine tails that arched and swayed just above her rear.

"Hmm?"

The kitsune's golden eyes studied her '2 2' counterpart -- and took in both Samantha's thoughtful gaze and slightly tented skirt. The spirit cleared her throat.  "Sara-chan informs me that this is not, in fact, how Americans celebrate the New Year."

"Tell her to hush. New year, new tradition."    

Samantha lifted her glass in a smirk-laden toast before settling back in her chair and raising the glass to her lips. As she swallowed, a contented sigh escaped her, and she beckoned the young man over with a curl of one finger.  

It was going to be a very new, very good year, indeed!