"Gosh, I haven't worn this gloss since Steven passed."
Her boyfriend Steven had been killed in the Middle East serving his country two years prior. Holidays and other "togetherness" days of the year always plagued her with heartache. Halloween was no different, as they had always dressed up and toured various parties. Tonight felt weird though. She really didn't feel like going to the party she had been invited to, but her friend Carmen said she was prepared to drag Chelsea kicking and screaming if she had to.
Chelsea walked barefooted over to her bed to put on her costume for the evening… one Carmen had picked out. It was a little sexier than Chelsea was used to, but on a night like Halloween, couldn't caution be thrown to the wind, she thought? Her racecar driver's outfit, if one could call it that, left very little to the imagination.
First she slid up a black satin thong, because who wears regular panties with a Halloween costume? Then she put on a black spandex halter top with crossed checkered flags on the front, her girls spilling out of the top. A design flaw…? She thought not. Next she slid her arms into a one-piece, red and black, stretch knit mini-dress with a two way zip front. She smoothed out her costume as she sat down to zip up her black patent leather knee high boots. She stood up to look at her outfit in the mirror and felt sexier than she had felt in two years.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Chelsea walked to answer the door, her heels clacking on the floor as she walked. As Chelsea opened the door, Carmen threw her arms out. "Hey bitch!" Carmen cooed playfully as she pecked Chelsea quickly on the lips. "Mmmm, cherry."
Chelsea responded, patting Carmen's ass as she walked past, feeling surprisingly aroused by the kiss. "Heyyy, you're looking sinful tonight."
"As always."
Chelsea licked her lips, tasting Carmen's residual, and then followed her friend into the living room. Carmen's costume was cute, Chelsea thought. She was a butterfly: a yellow, white, and black corset creating cleavage for days, while high on her back, just below her short brunette bob, sat a little pair of butterfly wings. Silky, black stockings encased her long legs and her shiny, black stilettos caught glints of light as she sat down and slowly crossed her legs, bouncing her foot seductively.
"What you got to drink in this house?" Carmen asked. "I gotta loosen you up girl. I'm gonna find you some ass tonight."
"All right, first of all, I'm plenty loose. But I promised Steven that out of respect for him, I would never date again."
"Puhleeeze, girl… who said anything about date? Every human being has urges. You have them… I felt how you returned my kiss a minute ago. You have urges! Don't make me come over there and take care of them for you."
Chelsea smiled, thinking back to how she did actually return her friend's kiss. It had been way too long since last she felt the lips of another… male or female, she thought. Not that she frequently kissed girls… not that there weren't some cute enough to indulge… But, she loved Steven so much that any sexual encounter with another, she feared, would tarnish what she and Steven had had.
That didn't stop Chelsea from sneaking a few glances at her friend. Her eyes drifted up and down Carmen's lithe frame as she felt a slight pang of desire in her loins. My gosh… am I a turning into a lesbian, Chelsea wondered, rolling her eyes to the ceiling as she walked to the kitchen to pour some drinks? Carmen found Chelsea's Ipod and soon Black Eyed Peas were blasting through the condo.
After they finished their fourth round of drinks, Chelsea put together the rest of her outfit, a racing cap and some Aviator sunglasses. Her racecar driver costume was complete. Then out the door they both went.
The party wasn't too far, but it was located at a house that sat strategically far off a secluded cul-de-sac. The parking was atrocious, as it typically was for parties like this. Feeling slightly tipsy from the pre-game, they walked down the dark street toward the house.
Just off the tree-lined street, interspersed red and green eyes opened and closed, blinking… leering from the trees. An occasional wolf howl shot through the crisp night air, beckoning the moon to erase the clouds she hid behind. Just as they stepped onto the property, the ghost of a young girl appeared…
Chelsea and Carmen both jumped, the hair on the backs of their necks standing at attention.
"Please! I beg you…" the girl cried, tears rivering down her ghastly cheeks. "Do not enter that house! A man with a hatchet li…" Suddenly, a hatchet hurtled through the thick air from behind the girl and sliced her head off. The girl's headless body ran off into the trees as the head itself disappeared.
If not for the music blaring from the house and all the people milling around, that might have been believable, Chelsea thought.
Chelsea looked at her friend and smiled. "That was good!"
The heels on the girls' shoes and boots echoed into the crisp air as they walked up the driveway to the party scene. Music thumped harder the closer they drew to the house. The host of the party, dressed as Edward from Twilight rushed from the front door with two red cups, smoke billowing over the rims.
"Ladies, glad you could make it," he offered, extending his hands. "Make yourselves at home… what's mine is yours… bathrooms are upstairs… bedrooms are first come first served. Enjoy!"
The girls took the cups, peering over the rims, looked at each other, and drained the contents in one gulp. Whatever it was, it had a warming sensation as it traveled downward. The girls continued inside where the party was in full swing, encountering all the usual suspects…vampires, jocks, pirates, catholic schoolgirls, French maids, devils, nurses…
The expansive food spread and line up of drinks was more than enough for three parties. With the music blaring, everyone was dancing so Chelsea and Carmen joined the fun. They first danced provocatively with one another, drawing hollers from the guys and sidelong glances and sneers from the girls.
They moved in close, grinding into one another, arms in the air, arms around one another's waists… hands exploring… lifting, pulling… pinching, spanking… Carmen lowered herself and put her face right in Chelsea's crotch, making licking motions. She then wheeled around on her stilettos and stuck her ass up into Chelsea's crotch. Chelsea then grabbed Carmen's hips and drove her pelvis into Carmen.
Edward appeared out of the mist to give them each another dose of the smoking punch, which the girls again downed quickly. As they continued to dance, guys approached from all directions to get in on the action.
The seductive dancing aroused Chelsea, feeling herself becoming a little moist below. Her nipples swelled, attempting to show through the spandex fabric of her top while she danced. A pirate looking like Johnny Depp and his friend Darth Maul danced into the mix and sandwiched Chelsea, while a referee and a Clemson Tiger mascot surrounded Carmen, much to her delight.
The dancing became quite erotic and Chelsea adored the attention. Johnny Depp lowered himself to between her legs, roaming his hands up and down her legs. Darth Maul pressed his hardness into her ass as she instinctively moved up and down against it. He slid his hands around her waist and zipped her top down, to which Chelsea threw her head back on his shoulder in enjoyment. Johnny Depp slithered up her front then grabbed her waist and spun her around to press his hardness into her ass. Darth Maul drew closer and began to grind his hardness into Chelsea's front.
Chelsea became lost in the flood of euphoric feelings. It had been so long since a guy's hands had roamed her body… so long since a guy's hardness had ventured anywhere close to her girly regions. She had been certain about that, remaining free of any situations that would even get her close to sin. But at that moment, nothing mattered except the erotic urges that coursed her veins and her loins. She felt hornier than she had felt in the entire time since Steven's death.
And at that moment, it hit her… Steven! What was she doing, she wondered in a state of euphoric shock? How did she end up sacrilegiously sandwiched between these two guys? Wave after wave of guilty pleasure washed over her as the dancing intensified… along with her wetness.
With one final ounce of strength, she tore herself away from the guys' erotic clutches.
"I can't do this," she cried, running upstairs.
Noticing this, Carmen reluctantly broke free from the delightful time she had been enjoying and pushed her way through the crowd.
Chelsea hurried to the first
bathroom… locked. The second bathroom… locked, and apparently groaning. She
darted into the first bedroom.
"Get your own room, bitch!" a girl yelled between moans. "Sorry," Chelsea muttered, struggling to hold back the tears that fought to burst forth from her eyes.
"Get your own room, bitch!" a girl yelled between moans. "Sorry," Chelsea muttered, struggling to hold back the tears that fought to burst forth from her eyes.
She tried the door to the second bedroom and it opened. She ducked inside and quickly closed the door behind her, locking it. The room was pitch black. As her eyes attempted to adjust, she felt her way to the bed and then sat down. After a minute, the floodgates ceased being effective and she cried uncontrollably for the memory of her beloved Steven.
Then out of the darkness, a hand slipped around her shoulder. Chelsea gasped and nearly jumped from her mortal skin. Another hand slipped over her mouth. She tried to yell but the hand muffled her pleas.
A voice whispered in her ear, "Relax… I am not going to hurt you…"
She tried to get up but was restrained flat on her back, arms outstretched.
"Do you not remember my touch… remember my voice…?"
She felt a pair of lips caress her own as a jolt of sexual desire shot to her loins. The lips felt strangely familiar.
"Steven?" she asked into the darkness. She still could see nothing… her heightened sense of touch, however told her all she needed to know. It was him! "How… what…?"
"Shhhhh," he whispered, touching his finger to her lips. "Just relax."
Steven slowly unzipped her dress and opened it. He then massaged Chelsea's nipples through their spandex confinement, feeling them swell in erectness under his talented fingertips… fingertips that knew all too well what to do and how to do it.
"I have missed you, baby," he said as he slid her thong down her legs. He licked up the interior zipper on her right boot as she instinctively raised her leg in the air. He then trailed soft kisses up the inside of her thigh that were enough to send her over the edge.
She tried to grab his head but felt nothing but dark air. She tried desperately to locate her lover, but could not. She could however feel when he peeled back the skin around her clit and devoured it, swirling it around in his mouth like a pearl. He sucked harder with every moan that escaped Chelsea's lips. And, she could feel her own sticky wetness streaming down into her anal region.
Steven took one of his fingers and massaged her ass, dipping it inside up to the knuckle, and then removing it. Then he stopped momentarily. Chelsea opened her eyes and looked around, still unable to see anything. Suddenly her legs widened and his hardness slid inside of her, nearly stealing her breath.
He stroked his manhood in and out of her, filling her, stretching her, as he always had. She heard nothing save the sloshing of his hardness drilling her over and over, her wetness spilling out onto the comforter below, two years' worth of pent up wetness.
She had already been aroused so much that evening that it didn't take much to make her come… again… and again… and again. She howled like the wolves outside, something she wasn't proud of… but it happened. Steven flipped her leg across her body and continued to drive into her while she massaged her clit through yet another orgasm.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Knocks rang out through the door.
"Chelsea!?!" Carmen yelled. "Are you in there?"
"Oh, god… Yessss!!" was Chelsea's reply
"Chelsea…? Are you all right? We're coming in there!"
Edward and the Clemson Tiger threw their shoulders into the door, removing it from its hinges. The hall light flooded into the room between the concerned bystanders. Then Edward flipped the light switch on…
There was Chelsea… alone on the bed… on her side, rubbing herself between her legs.
Carmen rushed over and took Chelsea in her arms. "Baby, you all right?"
"It was Steven!" she replied dreamily through her orgasmic haze.
"What was Steven…? Girl, you look a mess. C'mon… let's get you home."
Once they got out to the car Carmen asked her friend directly, "What really happened in there?"
"Do you believe in ghosts?" Chelsea asked calmly. "Cause I sure do."
A Romantic Halloween
by
Scott Noir
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Sat, 3rd April, 2010
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