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A
Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1.
Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for
two on Halloween.
Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the
call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building
entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.
"It's such a gorgeous day," I
sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was
spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in
the cool, crisp air.
"Soon it's going to be
freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long
enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there
will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the
cafeteria for months."
I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let
thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam
and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I
finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for
dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to
him anyway.
He shook his head. "No, thank
you."
"Oh, come on!" I insisted.
"It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this
time of year."
He looked at me with an amused smile,
and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.
Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so
expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in
constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers
through it and brush it back from his face.
"My family never celebrated
Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents
were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I
got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him
and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he
went on.
I loved Halloween, though being a shy
introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made
me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where
we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to
give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd
resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment.
Turning toward Sam now, I playfully
held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it.
"You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your
life," I told him.
"Well, what about you?" he
asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?"
I shrugged. "My social life is
pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly
felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness.
I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come
over to my apartment," I finally managed to say.
My ability to flirt was abysmal; I
couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse,
I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer.
When he didn't speak right away, I
awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to
get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old
horror movies and drink apple cider..."
Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring
myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic.
"You know what, Iris? That sounds
like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he
moved a few inches closer to me.
I tried and failed to suppress a
delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at
around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of
a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when
you get there, just come around back."
Sam's smile widened, as if my
enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the
delights of Halloween?" he asked.
Something in the tone of his voice made
a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I
replied.
He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck
my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I
told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little
get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were
simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans.
So why did I feel so nervous? Why were
my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning
in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs?
"And you're going to wear a
costume?" Sam asked.
I looked up and gave him what I hoped
was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't
dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all
out."
Sam reached over to pluck a piece of
candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't
promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said.
"I can't wait to see what you come
up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I
be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough.
When my eyes met Sam's once more, I
immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew
I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel
eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average.
But during the one night of the year when
Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I
wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident,
no longer shy and insecure.
And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave
enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he
might decide he felt the same way about me.
Halloween was still several days away,
but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon.
Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely
contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place.
"Can I help you find
something?" a woman behind the counter asked me.
"The Bride of Frankenstein,"
I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I
prayed the store had it in my size.
The fates must have been smiling down
upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it
would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me.
I gazed at the black wig, which of
course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look
wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner
and smoky eye shadow.
The sleeves of the virginal white dress
resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked
the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight.
"I don't need to try it on,"
I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want."
The costume was a little pricey for my
budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down
at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me.
While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was
still a virgin.
After I paid for the costume and left
the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I
studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large
enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a
frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple
cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of
lipstick.
As I surveyed the items in my cart, I
realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that
excited flutter return to my stomach.
I tried not to let myself get too
carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still
I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in
finding.
Finally I located the condoms, and I
stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was
relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the
descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I
did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom.
I paid for the groceries and then
started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark,
and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left
the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my
apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided
almost no illumination once I reached my door.
Nora was middle-aged and recently
divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with friends or on a
date. Of the two of us, I was the homebody, and I thought she liked having a
quiet tenant around to keep an eye on things while she was gone.
Once I'd carried all my purchases into
my apartment, I put away the groceries and then rushed to try on my costume.
Standing before the mirror in my
bedroom, I donned the Bride's dress. A delighted grin danced on my lips when I
found that it indeed fit me perfectly. After putting on the wig to complete my
outfit, I turned from side to side, trying to imagine what Sam would think of
me. My costume wasn't sexy; if anything, the dress was modest. But I was
definitely transformed into someone new while wearing it. I could only hope the
getup persuaded Sam to see me in a different way, too.
For the rest of the week, Sam and I ate
lunch together, but neither of us mentioned him coming over for Halloween. The
holiday fell on a weekend, and by Friday, I was worried Sam had forgotten all
about our plans, but as we headed back inside after our lunch break, he looked
over at me and smiled. "So I'll be at your place at six on Halloween
night."
I nodded, trying not to look too eager
as I smiled back. "You have the address, right?" I'd given it to him
earlier in the week, but I wanted to make sure.
"Of course," he said.
"Would you like me to bring anything?"
"Just your handsome self," I
replied without thinking, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I
wanted to die of mortification. His handsome self? Who actually blurted out
something like that? Awkward and socially inept Iris, that was who.
The surprise was evident on Sam's face,
but his smile widened. "I will be sure to do that, Iris. And by the
way," he went on, leaning close to me and lowering his voice, "you're
really cute when you blush."
I spent the day of Halloween cleaning
my apartment, determined to conceal the fact that I was a bit of a slob. By the
time I had the place spotless, it was well into the afternoon, and once I ate a
late lunch, I hurried to take a shower.
As the water cascaded over me, I stared
down at my body. I'd just shaved my legs and armpits, but I wasn't sure what to
do about my pubic hair. I normally kept the dark triangle between my thighs
closely trimmed, but now I wondered if I should shave it. If Sam and I got to
the point where he actually saw my pubic hair, would he wish I was bare?
Finally I decided to leave the hair
covering my mound while I shaved my outer lips. When I set the razor aside, I
slid my fingertips over the newly smooth skin and realized I liked the way it
felt. My flesh felt more exposed, not only to the cool air and the water but
also to my touch.
I couldn't resist giving my clit a
teasing rub. My body immediately responded, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
I seemed perpetually horny; it was as
if my body was desperately trying to steer me toward finally having sex. To
relieve my frustration, I masturbated frequently, and it never took me long to
come.
Leaning against the shower wall, I
spread my legs wider and began massaging my clit with a quick, circular motion.
With my other hand, I sought out my entrance and worked two fingers deep
inside. There was a twinge of discomfort, a hint of pain, while I attempted to
stretch my opening. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, maybe a lot at
first, but that wasn't enough to dampen my desire. Even now as I thrust my
fingers in and out at a fervent pace, my body readily accepted the intrusion,
and I could feel how wet I was.
Glancing downward, I saw that my pale
pink nipples were hard from my arousal. All I had to do was imagine Sam's mouth
around one of them, and I was right on the edge of climax. My thighs shook as I
rubbed my clit faster. I fantasized about the way Sam would look, the way he
would feel, while he took me.
"Fuck me, Sam!" I cried
shamelessly.
As the words echoed off the shower
walls, I surrendered to a fierce orgasm. Releasing a helpless wail, I felt my
muscles clench around my fingers deep within me. Again and again my body
spasmed, and I reveled in each blissful contraction.
After my climax subsided, I continued
trembling. Gently withdrawing my fingers from between my thighs, I closed my
eyes and waited for my breathing to slow.
My movements were languid as I finished
showering, and when I finally stepped out onto the bathmat and began drying
off, I found I was relaxed, almost drowsy. Maybe it was a good thing I
masturbated before Sam arrived, I thought. It would keep me from throwing
myself at him as soon as he stepped inside my apartment.
The idea of doing that made my
sensitive clit throb, and I realized it would take far more than one orgasm to
subdue my yearning for Sam.
I went about blow drying my hair, then
carefully pinned it back so it would be hidden under the wig. In my bedroom, I
chose to wear a lacy white stretch lace underwire bra and matching panties
beneath my dress. As I carefully applied make-up, I aimed for a dramatic effect
that wasn't too over the top. My deep red lipstick was striking, and I managed
to create the exact look I wanted with the eyeliner and shadow.
Finally I put on the wig and stepped
into black heels before giving my reflection a critical look. Then I grinned in
satisfaction. "Perfect," I declared.
A few minutes before six, I put the
pizza in the oven. I was grateful for something to do, as my anxiety had
returned with a ferocity that made my hands shake. It wasn't yet dark, but the
day was fading fast outside the kitchen window. Thinking about what the evening
might hold for me and Sam was enough to quicken my pulse.
Sam arrived right on time, and when I
heard his knock, I rushed to answer the door. As soon as we saw each other, our
mouths dropped open. I'd never seen Sam in anything other than business casual,
but he now stood before me wearing a black cape over a white dress shirt, black
vest, and black pants. His burgundy ascot was a perfect final touch to the
costume. His hair was slicked back, and he'd even given himself a prominent
widow's peak.
His stare swept over me, and when he
grinned, I noticed his fangs. "You are one spectacular bride!" he
exclaimed.
I couldn't help but giggle at his
compliment. "And you're one sexy vampire. I love your costume!" I
made a show of beckoning him into the apartment. "I know you can't enter
unless I explicitly invite you inside, so please do come in."
Sam laughed and stepped into the living
room. As soon as I closed the door behind us, he drew me into a quick hug.
"Thanks for inviting me over tonight."
After I recovered from my initial shock
at being in Sam's arms, I hurriedly hugged him back. "Thanks for coming.
Are you hungry? The pizza's almost ready."
"Sounds great." He looked
around my apartment as we headed toward the kitchen. "This is an awesome
apartment."
"It's kind of small, but I like
it," I said. "Nora--the woman who owns the house and lives
upstairs--told me she would be at a party tonight, so no one else is
here." I tried to keep my voice casual as I revealed this information to
Sam.
"Then we can go absolutely
wild," he responded with a grin.
I knew he was only teasing, but the
thought of going wild with him made my cheeks redden. All I had to do was
remember my earlier fantasy in the shower, and I immediately grew wet.
"We can do whatever we want,"
I informed him, flashing my own wicked grin.
Sam raised his eyebrows, and I could
have sworn I saw his face flush a little as well. I busied myself with taking
the pizza out of the oven, hoping I hadn't come on too strong.
"You need any help?" Sam
asked.
"Nope. Just make yourself
comfortable, and I'll have this ready in a sec."
Sam sat down at the table while I
divided the pizza into slices. I couldn't help but be hyperaware of his
presence, since I was used to spending all my time in the apartment alone.
Once I'd put our plates on the table,
along with a glass of cider for each of us, I sat across from Sam, trying to
suppress a nervous giggle.
"I'll have to take my fangs
out," he said.
"Yeah, I guess Dracula never tried
to eat pizza. But there's a first time for everything." I lifted my glass
of cider. "Here's to your first time celebrating Halloween, Sam."
He grinned and gently tapped his glass
against mine.
As we ate dinner, the conversation
flowed easily between us. It was as if we were sitting together at lunch,
chatting away, and I felt the tension in my shoulders gradually disappear. The
evening was going great, I assured myself. Sam looked like he was having fun.
After we finished eating, Sam insisted
on helping me wash the dishes. We stood side by side at the sink, with me
washing and him drying. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied. "My
parents were okay with pumpkins, but jack-o'-lanterns? That's another
story."
I nodded toward the pumpkin I'd placed
in the corner of the kitchen. "Well, tonight you're in luck, because I
picked out the perfect pumpkin for you to carve."
Sam threw his head back and laughed.
"Only if you help!"
"Deal."
As we took turns scooping out the slimy
pumpkin innards, I gave Sam a sidelong glance. "You don't feel like you're
doing something sinful right now, do you?" I asked. "I don't want you
to be uncomfortable."
"No, not at all," he
answered. "I have no issue with religion, but my family is just...
overzealous. My parents pretty much stopped talking to me when I told them I no
longer wanted to attend church with them every Sunday."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
Sam shrugged, but I knew his family's
estrangement bothered him. "I figure they'll come around eventually."
Sitting at the table beside me, he carefully carved the pumpkin. "Do you
get along with your mom okay? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like
you two have a good relationship," he said.
During one of our recent lunch
conversations, I'd mentioned to Sam that my parents were divorced and I rarely
saw my father. "Mom's great," I told him now, "but we're so
different. She's confident and outgoing, and I'm... not."
Sam looked at me and smiled. "You
are when you get to know someone," he said. "I like that."
I beamed at his words, then leaned back
in my chair, regarding the pumpkin's new grinning face. "You did a great
job! Looks like you're a pro at carving pumpkins." Jumping up from the
table, I got a tea light candle to illuminate the jack-o'-lantern. Once it was
lit, I turned off the kitchen light so we could admire Sam's work.
As we stood side by side, he slipped
his arm around me. I nestled against him, basking in his warmth while inhaling
his familiar yet enticing scent. I was exquisitely aware of my body touching
his, and I wanted more than
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Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1.
Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for
two on Halloween.
Based on a post by MoonlitOpal. Listen to the
Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the
call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building
entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.
"It's such a gorgeous day," I
sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was
spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in
the cool, crisp air.
"Soon it's going to be
freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long
enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there
will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the
cafeteria for months."
I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let
thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam
and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I
finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for
dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to
him anyway.
He shook his head. "No, thank
you."
"Oh, come on!" I insisted.
"It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this
time of year."
He looked at me with an amused smile,
and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.
Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so
expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in
constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers
through it and brush it back from his face.
"My family never celebrated
Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents
were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I
got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him
and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he
went on.
I loved Halloween, though being a shy
introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made
me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where
we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to
give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd
resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment.
Turning toward Sam now, I playfully
held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it.
"You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your
life," I told him.
"Well, what about you?" he
asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?"
I shrugged. "My social life is
pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly
felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness.
I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come
over to my apartment," I finally managed to say.
My ability to flirt was abysmal; I
couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse,
I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer.
When he didn't speak right away, I
awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to
get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old
horror movies and drink apple cider..."
Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring
myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic.
"You know what, Iris? That sounds
like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he
moved a few inches closer to me.
I tried and failed to suppress a
delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at
around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of
a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when
you get there, just come around back."
Sam's smile widened, as if my
enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the
delights of Halloween?" he asked.
Something in the tone of his voice made
a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I
replied.
He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck
my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I
told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little
get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were
simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans.
So why did I feel so nervous? Why were
my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning
in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs?
"And you're going to wear a
costume?" Sam asked.
I looked up and gave him what I hoped
was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't
dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all
out."
Sam reached over to pluck a piece of
candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't
promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said.
"I can't wait to see what you come
up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I
be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough.
When my eyes met Sam's once more, I
immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew
I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel
eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average.
But during the one night of the year when
Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I
wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident,
no longer shy and insecure.
And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave
enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he
might decide he felt the same way about me.
Halloween was still several days away,
but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon.
Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely
contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place.
"Can I help you find
something?" a woman behind the counter asked me.
"The Bride of Frankenstein,"
I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I
prayed the store had it in my size.
The fates must have been smiling down
upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it
would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me.
I gazed at the black wig, which of
course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look
wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner
and smoky eye shadow.
The sleeves of the virginal white dress
resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked
the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight.
"I don't need to try it on,"
I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want."
The costume was a little pricey for my
budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down
at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me.
While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was
still a virgin.
After I paid for the costume and left
the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I
studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large
enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a
frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple
cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of
lipstick.
As I surveyed the items in my cart, I
realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that
excited flutter return to my stomach.
I tried not to let myself get too
carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still
I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in
finding.
Finally I located the condoms, and I
stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was
relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the
descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I
did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom.
I paid for the groceries and then
started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark,
and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left
the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my
apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided
almost no illumination once I reached my door.
Nora was middle-aged and recently
divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with friends or on a
date. Of the two of us, I was the homebody, and I thought she liked having a
quiet tenant around to keep an eye on things while she was gone.
Once I'd carried all my purchases into
my apartment, I put away the groceries and then rushed to try on my costume.
Standing before the mirror in my
bedroom, I donned the Bride's dress. A delighted grin danced on my lips when I
found that it indeed fit me perfectly. After putting on the wig to complete my
outfit, I turned from side to side, trying to imagine what Sam would think of
me. My costume wasn't sexy; if anything, the dress was modest. But I was
definitely transformed into someone new while wearing it. I could only hope the
getup persuaded Sam to see me in a different way, too.
For the rest of the week, Sam and I ate
lunch together, but neither of us mentioned him coming over for Halloween. The
holiday fell on a weekend, and by Friday, I was worried Sam had forgotten all
about our plans, but as we headed back inside after our lunch break, he looked
over at me and smiled. "So I'll be at your place at six on Halloween
night."
I nodded, trying not to look too eager
as I smiled back. "You have the address, right?" I'd given it to him
earlier in the week, but I wanted to make sure.
"Of course," he said.
"Would you like me to bring anything?"
"Just your handsome self," I
replied without thinking, and as soon as the words were out of my mouth, I
wanted to die of mortification. His handsome self? Who actually blurted out
something like that? Awkward and socially inept Iris, that was who.
The surprise was evident on Sam's face,
but his smile widened. "I will be sure to do that, Iris. And by the
way," he went on, leaning close to me and lowering his voice, "you're
really cute when you blush."
I spent the day of Halloween cleaning
my apartment, determined to conceal the fact that I was a bit of a slob. By the
time I had the place spotless, it was well into the afternoon, and once I ate a
late lunch, I hurried to take a shower.
As the water cascaded over me, I stared
down at my body. I'd just shaved my legs and armpits, but I wasn't sure what to
do about my pubic hair. I normally kept the dark triangle between my thighs
closely trimmed, but now I wondered if I should shave it. If Sam and I got to
the point where he actually saw my pubic hair, would he wish I was bare?
Finally I decided to leave the hair
covering my mound while I shaved my outer lips. When I set the razor aside, I
slid my fingertips over the newly smooth skin and realized I liked the way it
felt. My flesh felt more exposed, not only to the cool air and the water but
also to my touch.
I couldn't resist giving my clit a
teasing rub. My body immediately responded, and a soft moan escaped my lips.
I seemed perpetually horny; it was as
if my body was desperately trying to steer me toward finally having sex. To
relieve my frustration, I masturbated frequently, and it never took me long to
come.
Leaning against the shower wall, I
spread my legs wider and began massaging my clit with a quick, circular motion.
With my other hand, I sought out my entrance and worked two fingers deep
inside. There was a twinge of discomfort, a hint of pain, while I attempted to
stretch my opening. I knew losing my virginity would hurt, maybe a lot at
first, but that wasn't enough to dampen my desire. Even now as I thrust my
fingers in and out at a fervent pace, my body readily accepted the intrusion,
and I could feel how wet I was.
Glancing downward, I saw that my pale
pink nipples were hard from my arousal. All I had to do was imagine Sam's mouth
around one of them, and I was right on the edge of climax. My thighs shook as I
rubbed my clit faster. I fantasized about the way Sam would look, the way he
would feel, while he took me.
"Fuck me, Sam!" I cried
shamelessly.
As the words echoed off the shower
walls, I surrendered to a fierce orgasm. Releasing a helpless wail, I felt my
muscles clench around my fingers deep within me. Again and again my body
spasmed, and I reveled in each blissful contraction.
After my climax subsided, I continued
trembling. Gently withdrawing my fingers from between my thighs, I closed my
eyes and waited for my breathing to slow.
My movements were languid as I finished
showering, and when I finally stepped out onto the bathmat and began drying
off, I found I was relaxed, almost drowsy. Maybe it was a good thing I
masturbated before Sam arrived, I thought. It would keep me from throwing
myself at him as soon as he stepped inside my apartment.
The idea of doing that made my
sensitive clit throb, and I realized it would take far more than one orgasm to
subdue my yearning for Sam.
I went about blow drying my hair, then
carefully pinned it back so it would be hidden under the wig. In my bedroom, I
chose to wear a lacy white stretch lace underwire bra and matching panties
beneath my dress. As I carefully applied make-up, I aimed for a dramatic effect
that wasn't too over the top. My deep red lipstick was striking, and I managed
to create the exact look I wanted with the eyeliner and shadow.
Finally I put on the wig and stepped
into black heels before giving my reflection a critical look. Then I grinned in
satisfaction. "Perfect," I declared.
A few minutes before six, I put the
pizza in the oven. I was grateful for something to do, as my anxiety had
returned with a ferocity that made my hands shake. It wasn't yet dark, but the
day was fading fast outside the kitchen window. Thinking about what the evening
might hold for me and Sam was enough to quicken my pulse.
Sam arrived right on time, and when I
heard his knock, I rushed to answer the door. As soon as we saw each other, our
mouths dropped open. I'd never seen Sam in anything other than business casual,
but he now stood before me wearing a black cape over a white dress shirt, black
vest, and black pants. His burgundy ascot was a perfect final touch to the
costume. His hair was slicked back, and he'd even given himself a prominent
widow's peak.
His stare swept over me, and when he
grinned, I noticed his fangs. "You are one spectacular bride!" he
exclaimed.
I couldn't help but giggle at his
compliment. "And you're one sexy vampire. I love your costume!" I
made a show of beckoning him into the apartment. "I know you can't enter
unless I explicitly invite you inside, so please do come in."
Sam laughed and stepped into the living
room. As soon as I closed the door behind us, he drew me into a quick hug.
"Thanks for inviting me over tonight."
After I recovered from my initial shock
at being in Sam's arms, I hurriedly hugged him back. "Thanks for coming.
Are you hungry? The pizza's almost ready."
"Sounds great." He looked
around my apartment as we headed toward the kitchen. "This is an awesome
apartment."
"It's kind of small, but I like
it," I said. "Nora--the woman who owns the house and lives
upstairs--told me she would be at a party tonight, so no one else is
here." I tried to keep my voice casual as I revealed this information to
Sam.
"Then we can go absolutely
wild," he responded with a grin.
I knew he was only teasing, but the
thought of going wild with him made my cheeks redden. All I had to do was
remember my earlier fantasy in the shower, and I immediately grew wet.
"We can do whatever we want,"
I informed him, flashing my own wicked grin.
Sam raised his eyebrows, and I could
have sworn I saw his face flush a little as well. I busied myself with taking
the pizza out of the oven, hoping I hadn't come on too strong.
"You need any help?" Sam
asked.
"Nope. Just make yourself
comfortable, and I'll have this ready in a sec."
Sam sat down at the table while I
divided the pizza into slices. I couldn't help but be hyperaware of his
presence, since I was used to spending all my time in the apartment alone.
Once I'd put our plates on the table,
along with a glass of cider for each of us, I sat across from Sam, trying to
suppress a nervous giggle.
"I'll have to take my fangs
out," he said.
"Yeah, I guess Dracula never tried
to eat pizza. But there's a first time for everything." I lifted my glass
of cider. "Here's to your first time celebrating Halloween, Sam."
He grinned and gently tapped his glass
against mine.
As we ate dinner, the conversation
flowed easily between us. It was as if we were sitting together at lunch,
chatting away, and I felt the tension in my shoulders gradually disappear. The
evening was going great, I assured myself. Sam looked like he was having fun.
After we finished eating, Sam insisted
on helping me wash the dishes. We stood side by side at the sink, with me
washing and him drying. "Have you ever carved a pumpkin?" I asked.
"Nope," he replied. "My
parents were okay with pumpkins, but jack-o'-lanterns? That's another
story."
I nodded toward the pumpkin I'd placed
in the corner of the kitchen. "Well, tonight you're in luck, because I
picked out the perfect pumpkin for you to carve."
Sam threw his head back and laughed.
"Only if you help!"
"Deal."
As we took turns scooping out the slimy
pumpkin innards, I gave Sam a sidelong glance. "You don't feel like you're
doing something sinful right now, do you?" I asked. "I don't want you
to be uncomfortable."
"No, not at all," he
answered. "I have no issue with religion, but my family is just...
overzealous. My parents pretty much stopped talking to me when I told them I no
longer wanted to attend church with them every Sunday."
"I'm sorry," I said quietly.
Sam shrugged, but I knew his family's
estrangement bothered him. "I figure they'll come around eventually."
Sitting at the table beside me, he carefully carved the pumpkin. "Do you
get along with your mom okay? From the way you talk about her, it sounds like
you two have a good relationship," he said.
During one of our recent lunch
conversations, I'd mentioned to Sam that my parents were divorced and I rarely
saw my father. "Mom's great," I told him now, "but we're so
different. She's confident and outgoing, and I'm... not."
Sam looked at me and smiled. "You
are when you get to know someone," he said. "I like that."
I beamed at his words, then leaned back
in my chair, regarding the pumpkin's new grinning face. "You did a great
job! Looks like you're a pro at carving pumpkins." Jumping up from the
table, I got a tea light candle to illuminate the jack-o'-lantern. Once it was
lit, I turned off the kitchen light so we could admire Sam's work.
As we stood side by side, he slipped
his arm around me. I nestled against him, basking in his warmth while inhaling
his familiar yet enticing scent. I was exquisitely aware of my body touching
his, and I wanted more than
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