Trick or Treat
Erotic fiction by Michele London
“Trick or treat!”
Alex pretended to be scared before dipping into the bowl and pulling out a handful of mini chocolate bars and jawbreakers for the little ghost on his doorstep.
“Here you go!” he said.
The woman behind the ghost, his neighbor, Kristen, with the perfect hair and the perfect smile, the one he tried to talk to every day, put her hand on the ghost’s shoulder and smiled at Alex. She was wearing jeans and a plain black sweatshirt, her dark hair pulled back from her face. He had a vision of grabbing the zipper of her hoodie and pulling her into his mouth, but he shook it aside. As if she’d let him touch her.
“Thanks. Handing out candy tonight? I thought you’d be downtown for sure.”
“Nah. Just, me and the suckers tonight. What about you? On kid patrol?”
“I promised my sister I’d take her little goblin out trick-or-treating so that she and the hubs can have a date night.”
“I’m not a goblin, I’m a ghost!” the creature in question protested. “Can we go now? There’s lots more houses!”
Kristen started to turn away.
“Have fun with all that sweet stuff,” she said, flashing him a small smile.
“K, you too,” Alex said, waving, even though it was the dumbest thing a human being had ever said to another.
It was nearing midnight when the doorbell rang again. His light had been out for hours, even though he still had a little candy left. Hey, he’d bought it, he was going to enjoy some of it! He considered not answering the door at all, but since he wouldn’t have put it past some of the kids in that neighborhood to keep on ringing and ringing it until they got a response, he decided it was best to tell them to go away and be done with it.
He flicked on the porch light before unlocking the bolt and throwing open the door.
“Sorry, no more…”
Kristen stood on his porch, a white sheet wrapped around her chest and thighs, a plastic pumpkin bucket in her hand.
“Trick or treat,” she said.
Alex stuttered, searching for something both witty and encouraging to say.
“Still alone?” Kristen asked.
“Got any candy left?”
He nodded again and held the door open. She slid past him into the house, and he caught the rose scent of her shampoo.
“You have to have a costume,” he said, “to get candy.”
She smiled and tugged at her sheet.
“I’m a ghost. See?”
The candy bowl was right next to her. Her fingertips were inches away from the few remaining candy bars and taffy. But she didn’t move to take any of them.
“Why don’t you shut the door, Alex? It’s getting cold in here.”
He did, and shuffled over to where she stood. He poked his finger through the Halloween leftovers, looking for something appetizing, hoping his hard on wasn’t obvious. Because his eyes were cast down, he saw her sheet when it hit the ground and pooled out around her feet.
His eyes crawled up the length of her body, lingering on the soft curve of her thighs, the manicured curls covering her sex, and the dusky brown nipples that were already just as hard as he was.
She closed the gap between them and put her arms on his shoulders, kissing him with lips that tasted like sugar and spice. He kissed her back, circling his hands around her waist and drawing her in until she was completely pressed against him. He felt down and over the warm, supple curve of her backside and up to her soft, perfect breasts. She wedged one of her knees between his legs and nudged his erection through his jeans.
“You don’t know how long,” she said between kisses, “I’ve wanted to do this.”
He grunted something in agreement and started moving them both around to the other side of the couch. She lay down and looked up at him with glazed eyes as he made quick work of his jeans and shirt. When he was down to boxers he climbed on top of her, and she spread her legs apart to make room for him.
His mouth went immediately for her breasts, sucking on the soft skin, the tight nipples, and rolling the flesh together in his hands as if he’d never touched a pair before in his life.
She found his cock again and started to stroke him, making the movements as long and full as she could with him lying on top of her. The scent of her arousal rose up around them both and Kristen lifted her hips to grind against Alex’s boxers, urgent.
“Grab something,” she said in his ear. “I need you in me. Now.”
Alex scrambled up from the couch, panting, forgetting for a moment where he kept his own personal candy wrappers. Then he sprinted into the bedroom, jammed his hand into the bedside drawer, and ran back out into the living room again. He tore the package so fast with his teeth that he was afraid he’d ruined what was inside. But it rolled on smooth and slick, and gave his cock a neon orange coating.
He shrugged and smiled, and got back into position.
He pressed her knees into her chest and her legs to the side, so that she was facing him on her back even though the her thighs were up and he was practically taking her sideways. He bent over to kiss her again, rubbing her clit with his erection and moaning into her mouth when he felt how wet she was.
“Yes,” she said. “Now!”
Alex pushed slowly into her, though he needn’t have bothered. She was hot and moist and completely ready for him, and he found home easily and held there, taking a few deep breaths to keep himself at bay.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Just...trying not to end things too soon.”
She laughed, not unkindly, and grabbed her own breasts.
“Take your time. I’ve got all night.”
When he slid back into her she responded with a moan, squeezing him tight with her knees and bringing him deeper. He braced himself on the back of the couch and started in with a steady rhythm. At first he filled her all the way each time; but then, as his need built and his stamina decreased, he went faster, bowing his head and breathing hard and letting the tide come over him.
Kristen came first, her whole body shaking and shuddering beneath him as she gasped out his name around her orgasm. When her muscles clamped down around his cock and the hot rush of her sex coated him, Alex lost what little grip on his control he still had and felt his own climax shoot through him.
He held onto her hip, pressing his fingertips into her skin. She unwound herself from the pretzel they had been in and let her leg fall free. She brushed a hand over her forehead, slicking back the sheen of sweat into her hair.
“Well. That was fun.”
Alex chuckled, and nodded.
“Want to do it again?”
This time he laughed for real and pulled out of her slowly.
“How about a candy break, first?”
Michele London is an author, editor, and romance consultant with Scarlet Girl. She is a regular contributor to Scarlet’s Letter and the archive of articles at ScarletGirl.com. She writes dark fiction and erotic fantasy, and dips into real-life tales of sexy for the lovely ladies as a Scarlet Girl pleasure party consultant in the San Francisco Bay Area.
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