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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 1

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Obsessive Office Treats: Part 1
Sweets revenge exposes weakness and opportunity.

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An excess of candy,

        

a shortage of material in costume making,

        

a handy excuse for the wildest party of the year.

        

Black and white horror films.

        

Technicolor home displays.

        

The sluttification of the American woman.

        

The perfect excuse to scare your friends.

Did I mention the candy?

Our office has a break area supplied with drinks and snack.

Mostly soda, water, some juice, and something over-caffeinated in the fridge.
Chips, cookies, crackers, nuts and fruit in the cabinets and on the counter.

Halloween brings the candy. Yum. Chocolate.

It starts a couple of weeks early, when the over-sized,

individually wrapped goodies come out for Halloween, and it continues for
another week of decadence following the Trick-or-Treating, when everyone brings
in their excess remains.

Briana, Our admin hottie is a cutie, young and definitely

OCD. Everything has to be in order, lined up, organized, everything in its
place. I can see why my office drives her nuts. She gets fidgety whenever she's
in there more than a few seconds. I made her sit through a conference call
once, and within minutes she lost it and was sifting through my desk contents,
stacking, moving, lining things up. I kept smacking her hands away, and 30
seconds later she'd be back at it. Embarrassed, but unable to stop. Cute as
hell.

I stop by her desk a few times a day, checking on mail,

assigning some minor tasks, sometimes to chat. She's a sweet girl, pretty,
almost finished with college, which she's completing part-time. Wears nice
little cleavage exposing tops at least once a week or so. Bless her little
heart.

Briana does the snack buying, and I noticed she had a

penchant for M&M. Regular, no peanuts, pretzels, or peanut butter. Simple
candy coated chocolate heaven. I personally am a fan of the Hershey Kisses. How
simple and elegant, teardrops of endorphins, individually wrapped. Melt in your
mouth goodness.

I couldn't help notice how she'd grab a handful of M&M

out of the candy jar, and lay them out in orderly little piles, sorted by color
and number. Sometimes they'd be lined up, other times separated into groups.
Boxes of 4, curved rainbows, triangles, concentric circles. There was always an
uneven number to start, more of the greens and oranges, maybe the blues, a
shortage of yellows, reds, browns. She'd work to even it out, eating the excess
quantities down until they were nicely balanced, then continuing to bring the
number down until there were one or two of all the colors equally. She worked
from left to right (never right to left) or top to bottom, until they were all
gone by the end of the day. One good size fistful to start the day, lasting all
eight hours.

I'd been giving her a hard time. We were out of Kisses and

dry roasted peanuts, but the M&M jar was still a third full, so no
shopping. On the third day of shortage I was leaning over the edge of her desk,
eyeing her neat little piles. Time to ratchet things ups.

I commenced my terrorist campaign.

Let's face it. Engineer's are a weird bunch. Nothing

half-assed in our plans. If we're going to do something, no reason not to do it
to excess.

When Briana returned from lunch, she was faced with an epic

disaster. In a line of M&M six long, and three deep, the fourth from the
left was missing. There was a note, written in newspaper ransom font.

"We Got Red. Kisses Or She Gets It."

I had a perfect view of her response. I had adjusted the

entrance camera to look down on her desk, and had tapped into the IP feed.

She appeared to be in shock. She shrugged it off, and sat

down, a few minutes later moving the M&M around, into different patterns.
She always came back to the same three lines, in the same order. Green, orange,
blue, red, yellow, brown. And that sad gap where one was missing.

She got up and went to the kitchen, returning with one red

M&M. Damn. Such a beautiful plan, such a simple flaw. Briana slipped it
into the opening and went back to her work.

For about 10 seconds.

She turned back and moved the one new red M&M. Adjusted

its position. Turned it upside down. She finally picked it up, looked at it and
popped it between her pretty red lips. Leaving the huge cavity in her design.

Thirty seconds later she was standing in my doorway. "I

want it back," she said, looking so determined. Adorable.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean," I said

calmly.

She walked over and stared down at me from her lofty

5'5", including three inch wedge heels. Wow. I rated. She'd put on her
shoes to confront me. "Give it back."

"You know what it takes," I told her calmly,

continuing my typing.

She turned and stomped out of my office, "You can be

such a jerk, Zach."

"Thank you, please come again," I called out after

her.

I brought the video feed back up and watched her angrily

push the candy pile to the side, making a jumble of it, getting back to some
form she was working on. That didn't last five minutes. She turned to the side,
her hands practically shaking, rearranging the piles, desperately. Seeing her
like that I started to feel bad for her. It was a real compulsion.

Damn. It was just a joke. I didn't want to do that to her.

I unlocked my file drawer, reaching to the back, and pulling

out the tiny little clear plastic box I'd put her M&M in. A joke. I looked
up as Briana burst into my office, closing the door sharply behind her. She
leaped upon me, pressing her lips against mine. She bit my lip, her tongue
brushing against my teeth, her breath heavy.

She pulled back, her eyes on fire, chest heaving.

"There. Now give her to me."

I was shocked, and on the verge of groveling for treating

her like that. But I couldn't. It was too damn funny. "Chocolate
Kisses, Bree. We're out of chocolate kisses." I pushed her little captive
red M&M out in front of me.

She picked up the box, clutching it to her chest, blushing.

"I'm so sorry, Zach," she whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth.

"Three days we've been out. It was only meant to be a

little reminder," I told her. I wanted to hold her, calm her, but I was
afraid. The office. Sexual harassment. The age difference, only about 10 years,
but it seemed like 20.

"Don't tell, Okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done

that," she whispered, literally shaking. I could swear she was on the
verge of a breakdown.

I couldn't stand it. "Shh." I whispered, putting

my arm around and her and walking her back to her desk. I didn't give a flying
fuck if anybody saw.

Standing in front of her candy pile, I took the plastic

pillbox from her and opened it. I placed it next to the colorful stacks.
"You rescued her. Bring her home."

Briana fumbled twice, her shaking hands unable to pull the

red M&M from its temporary home. She ended up turning the box over, dumping
it out and pushing it in line with the others. She pulled it out again, turning
it upside down so the imprinted white 'm' was on the top. She turned it so the
printing was straight, and slid it back in place.

I saw the tenseness disperse, and she sat back in her chair,

obviously relieved. She grabbed the first M&M in line, the green one and
popped it in her mouth. She grinned at me, leaning back in her chair. Suddenly
so calm and collected.

"I'll get the Kisses tonight," she said.

"Hershey, chocolate Kisses."

"I'm not picky about the brand. I suddenly find myself

a fan of all types of kisses."

She grinned. "I bet. You say one word about this, and I

will make you pay forever. Believe me, Zach. I can make your life hell."

I shrugged. "Or heaven." I leaned over.

"Sorry, I was only teasing," I said softly.

She gave me a sweet little smile and a wink. "I know.

We're cool."

Her phone rang, and she looked at the number. "I have

to take this. It's important."

I nodded, turning back to my desk.

"Mom? Everything's fine..."

Back at my desk, I couldn't stop thinking about her, and

that kiss. I kept the video feed up on my desktop, while working. She had
slowly worked her way through the first three M&M and had come to the red
one. She picked it up and moved it to the back row, eating the one she'd replaced.

Still awfully cute, for a nut job.

I watched her all afternoon. I felt like a damn stalker.

Hell, who am I kidding, I was. It was that damn red M&M. I kept waiting for
her to eat it. She always ate all of them, before she left at 4:30, on the dot.

It was 4:28, and three M&M remained. Red, yellow, brown.

Briana had already turned off the computer, and cleared her desk. A spotless
surface except for those three colorful chocolates. She suddenly reached out
and grabbed all three of them, putting them in her mouth. That lasted a good 5
seconds before she was spitting them back out into her hand. She put the red
one to the side, and popped the other two back into her mouth. I saw her
trembling hand pick up the last lonely survivor. She opened her drawer, pulled
out a napkin and patted it dry. She pursed her lips and blew on it, examining
it carefully for damage. I watched her open her center drawer and pull out the
pillbox. She glanced up at the clock, placed Red back into the plastic home,
and locked her away. The clock still red 4:30, the second hand sweeping past
the nine. She grabbed her purse and keys, running through the door. On time as
always.

I stayed late. Very late. Doing something I should have done

months before.

I strolled in around 9:40. We have flex hours, 9:30 to 4:30

the core hours when everyone is supposed to be in the office. I usually make it
by 9:30, but I wasn't a stickler. We didn't punch a time clock, and as long as
you're in the right ballpark, nobody cares about a few minutes now and then.

Briana was sitting in my office. "It's 9:42," she

said, exasperated.

There was a little pyramid of Kisses in the middle of my

desk.

"I'm sorry." I was. I imagine those 12 minutes

were hell for her.

I sat in my chair, the desk between us. "Kisses for

me?"

She grinned. "Chocolate only, if you can't be on

time."

Flirting. Cute. Adorable. "I won't be late again."

She ran her hands across my cleared desk. Nothing but a

monitor, a keyboard, a mouse, and my phone. She looked around the office. Spotless.
"Did you do this for me?" she asked softly.

I nodded. "I don't want you uncomfortable when you come

in here."

She smiled, and stood up. "You didn't just throw it all

in a drawer, did you?" She opened the overhead cabinets, seeing all my
books neatly stacked. She reordered a couple of them, and moved to my drawers,
opening them and looking inside. She had to make a change everywhere, stacking
pads, moving a stapler, shifting empty folders to the back of the full ones,
instead of the front.

When she closed the last one, she went back to her chair,

sitting back, relaxed, obviously happy. "Must have taken you a
while," she said.

"And then some."

She stood again, leaning over the desk toward me. It was

cleavage day, and I got quite a nice glimpse of flesh. "That was
sweet," she said softly. She reached out and pulled the top Kiss off my
neat little pile. She opened it slowly, pulling the little piece of white paper
out and straightening it, then stretched across and put the chocolate to my
lips. I opened my mouth and accepted her little gift. Briana rolled the foil
into a tiny ball, and dropped it in the garbage can. She ran the paper through
her fingers, until it was nice and straight.

"Be on time tomorrow, or no kisses for you."

I watched her on camera during the day. Not compulsively

like the day before, but occasionally, smiling to myself each time she changed
the pattern of her piles or ate another one. She had the little pillbox out,
pushed back out of view, behind her pill piles.

I stopped by and chatted a moment, looking at her neat

little groupings. "How's Red?"

She blushed. She pulled the little clear box forward.

"I couldn't do it. She's not a candy now. She's the queen of the M&M."

"Lucky girl. Gets to sit up here with you all

day."

"How were the kisses?" she asked.

"Sweet as always. Melt in your mouth goodness. Not as

nice as yesterday's of course."

"No? That's too bad. Next time I might have to look for

a new brand."

By the end of the day, her pile was gone, and at 4:30, Red

was in her protective box, hidden in a drawer, and I was online doing a little
shopping for my M&M girl.

I was at my desk at 9:20. At 9:30 on the dot, Briana walked

in looking around the office, obviously checking to see if I'd maintained it in
good order. She closed the door, until it was open only a couple of inches. She
walked over to the window and adjusted the blind so it was even at the bottom,
and ran her hand down the slats, making sure they were all in place. Turning
back to the desk, she opened her bag and took out four Hershey kisses. She put
three in a neat little triangle, and turned the fourth one upside down in the
middle. Exactly the same as the day before.

"There's one missing," I observed brilliantly.

She leaned against the desk next to me. "Goodness. I guess

there is. We'll have to fix that." She leaned in and gave me a sweet
little kiss on the lips. Nothing crazy, only a soft pucker, not even any
tongue.

Even so, she had my heart racing.

"Better?" she asked, turning to the door.

"Yes. I like that brand a lot better."

She laughed opening the door. "I'm sure you do. Enjoy

your kisses."

I watched my girl during the day, playing with her candy,

entertaining Red, and going through her typical work day. I spaced my own
kisses out during the day, imagining replacing each with a real kiss. My new
favorite brand.

I left a note on her desk. "Wait for me, before you

get your M&M."

At home my package had arrived. $65 for a less than a pound,

rush, overnight delivery. Expensive. My adorable admin was definitely worth it.

I showed up early, knowing that she'd probably get edgy,

breaking up her routine. At 7:58 she was organizing her space, unlocking her
drawers, putting her purse in the back of the bottom right, hanging up her
jacket. At 8:00 she was seated at her desk. She looked up at the clock, moved
her mouse and logged into the computer.

I stopped by a couple of minutes later. "Let me know

when you're going to get your snacks," I said.

She barely looked up, scrolling through her email.

"Nine o'clock."

At nine, Briana was standing in my door, punctual as always.

I got up and walked with her to the break-room. She walked over to the M&M
jar, and I stopped in front of it, reaching into the cupboard, top shelf. I
brought down the jar and passed it to her.

She was nicely surprised. I watched her open the wide mouth

jar, dipping her hand in and retrieving a fist full of M&M. Three colors
only, light pink, dark pink and red. She lifted one up and looked at it. On the
reverse it had my name, Zach. She grinned. "Your brand?"

I nodded. "Not near as nice as yours, but I thought you

might like to give it a try."

She shook her head. "I can't eat these."

I closed the jar, and put it on the top shelf. "You

have to, or I won't let you see the next batch."

She laughed, such a sweet carefree sound. She was beautiful

when she laughed. "Ok, I'll give them a try. It's going to be hard to beat
the originals."

"A try is all I ask."

She retreated to her desk, and I watched her play with her

new M&M, sorting and organizing them. At 9:30 she walked into my office,
giving a quick look around. She partially closed the door, came over beside me,
her cute bottom resting on my desk, and put three Kisses on my desk.

I pouted. "I was gypped."

She giggled and brought her lips to mine, kissing me softly,

lingering, her tongue brushing my lips for a moment. She brushed her hand
against my cheek, as she pulled away. "Still feel gypped?

I shook my head.

"You can have the other one after you take me to lunch.

11:50. Don't be late."

At 11:40, I looked up into my admin video feed, and she was

playing with the M&M. She moved her hands, and I saw she had created a
heart, the dark red M&M on the outer edge, two interior rows of light pink,
the rest of the center filled with the dark pink. She ate three of the dark
pink ones, leaving a hole in the middle where she quickly place Red, clear case
and all.

She looked up, glancing around and quickly re-segregated

them into three piles. She put Red away, and turned off her monitor.

I minimized the camera feed, grabbed my wallet and keys, and

hurried to her area, glancing up at the big clock facing her desk. 11:49. At
11:50 she stood and passed me her jacket. I opened it for her, helping her put
it on. She pulled her purse out of the bottom drawer, locking her desk.

In the parking lot she took one look at my car and came to a

dead standstill. After a few seconds she looked over at me. "Can we take
my car?" she asked.

She gave me her keys, and I unlocked the doors, opening hers

for her, closing it securely once she was inside. I got in the driver side,
adjusting the mirrors and seat. "Any place special?"

She smiled. "I imagine any place you take me will be

special." She looked down at her watch. "Fifty-four minutes."

Plenty of time for almost anywhere, but I didn't want her

stressing. I had a feeling I knew someplace she'd like. Call it a hunch.

We pulled in front of the large restaurant. It advertised a

Chinese buffet, but the real prize was the sushi. Usually twenty or more types,
with two sushi chefs behind the counter constantly restocking. The lunch buffet
was $8.99, $12.99 with the sushi.

Briana was in heaven. She went through the buffet, selecting

half a dozen different types, a few of each. She made patterns, by size and
color, before eating the first one. I saw a beautiful smile appear on her face.
"It's good," she said.

"You like sushi?" I asked.

She giggled. "A little late to ask." She picked up

a second one, tuna. "So far I do."

"Your first time?"

She nodded, blushing. "In a lot of ways. Thank you,

Zach."

I showed her how to take the wasabi and mix it with the soy

sauce for dipping. It took her a couple of minutes to get it the way she
wanted, then tested it with a piece of Salmon, evening her plate down to two
each of five different types. Four pieces as spikes of a wheel, with two pieces
of spicy volcano roll in the middle.

I got a kick out of trying to teach her how to use

chopsticks. I thought it was interesting that she had no problems with the new
type of food, and utensils. Then again, what did I know about that kind of
compulsion?

It was nice. We chatted about work, about the upcoming

holiday, the merits of M&M vs. Kisses. There was little awkwardness, and a
surprising level of comfort.

With ten minutes to spare, I had paid the bill, and was

helping her with her coat. The restaurant was less than 5 minutes from the
office, but I didn't want her getting nervous if I pressed the time.

She grinned as she got in the car. "I would have been

good for a couple of more minutes," she said, almost apologetically.

"I'll remember that next time."

"You think there's going to be a next time? After that

stunt you pulled kidnapping Red?"

"Kidnapping? I was the one who saved her. I had heard

she was going to be eaten before 4:30 pm. Such a cruel fate."

I hadn't started the car. And our time was ticking away.

"I had an ulterior motive for leaving early," I confessed.

"You? Ulterior motive? I'm shocked."

"I was hoping to collect on my missing kiss."

She leaned toward me smiling. "I think that's only

fair. It was a very nice lunch, thank you."

I met her halfway, our lips coming together gently. Hers

parted against the pressure of my tongue, allowing me access, teasing and
tasting her. I hated to pull away, but time was of the essence.

I started the car before she was even leaning back in her

chair, turning into traffic. I looked over at her, eyes almost closed, smiling
at me enigmatically. "You're not what I expected," she said softly.

"Ditto, and then some."

She laughed. "Oh, I know I'm seriously fucked up, but

you...you surprise me."

"I hope in a good way."

"Definitely. Most definitely. Thanks again. I was very

nervous about this, and I can say, without the least hesitation, that was the
best date I've ever been on."

"I get to call it a date?" I teased.

"It ended in a kiss, didn't it?"

"I'd like to date you again."

"Me too. Let me have a little time to digest this one

first, alright?"

"Whatever time you need."

I got out of the car, and ran around to her side, to open her

door. She'd started to open it but stopped, and waited for me. I helped her
out, closing the door behind her, and passing her the keys.

"You didn't open the door for me on the way

there," she observed.

"I didn't know we were on a date. I'm sorry."

She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Forgiven. I like sushi."

Our second lunch date, three days later, and less than a

week until Halloween. I had called ahead to the restaurant, and asked them to
have the food ready when we arrived. Briana was surprised, but delighted when
an assortment of finger-food appetizers was presented to us, on two large
platters.

"Appetizers for lunch. I hope I wasn't too

presumptuous."

She was already making patterns from our snacks. She was

giggling, in a great mood. "Double kisses for you today. This is the best
ever. I can take what I want, and you get stuck with the excess. It's
perfect."

She took a bite of something deep-fried. "What are

these round things?" she asked.

"I have no idea. Probably fried zucchini or something

similar."

She put them on my plate, opening up space on hers for

arranging. "I hope you like them. They taste like poop."

"Thank you so much for letting me have the good

stuff," I kidded. She was right. They weren't very good. "Reminder to
self. Double mini-burgers, no fried poop, next time."

Briana smiled and reached for the last slider. I beat her to

it.

"No! He's mine. I saw him first. I opened a space for

him and everything," she whined.

"You snooze, you lose," I told her, lifting it

teasingly, for a big bite.

"Please? You can't devour him, it's not fair. He has to

go last."

"Last?"

"He's the tallest. Last. It has to be."

"What will you trade for him?" I asked.

She pouted. "I already promised you double

kisses," she said softly.

"From your plate. I have to eat too. Not just the fried

poop. Trade for him."

"Oh," she said blushing. She eyed her plate,

moving the food around, and freed up three items. "Fair?" she asked.

I tried to act like I was thinking hard. Fist to the bottom

of the chin and everything.

"What? It's a good deal," she griped.

"Sorry. You got me thinking about the kisses. Much

better deal."

She grinned. "You like?"

"Very much."

"If you can be by my car at 4:35, one Big kiss. Fair

trade?"

"More than fair. I feel like I'm cheating you

now."

She took the slider off my plate, moving the other three

items onto mine. "That wasn't the deal."

"Eat. You're going to need your strength."

She was right. At 4:31, I was standing by her car waiting.

She walked over casually, unlocking the car from a distance, opening the
passenger door and putting her purse inside. She walked around the car and slid
into my arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I was expecting the kiss, but was very glad for the long

extended hug.

She looked up at me expectantly, and I brought my lips down

to hers. It started slowly enough, brushing our lips together, puckered little
kisses. She pressed her little teeth against my bottom lip, tugging softly. I
ran my tongue across her upper teeth, feeling their sharp, perfectly aligned
bottoms. Her mouth opened, pressing forward, her tongue pushing against mine,
sliding around it, her breath flowing into me.

I let my legs slide outward, pulling her body closer,

connecting from hips to chest, my arms drawing her tighter. She made the
sweetest little whimper, opening her mouth and letting me explore.

I felt her tremble, and backed away slowly, worried that I

had pushed things too far. "Are you Okay?" I asked, looking into her
eyes, looking for any signal she was uncomfortable.

"No. I'm scared."

"Why, Bree? What did I do wrong?"

"Nothing. That's the problem. It's all too good. It has

to blow up in my face. I don't deserve this," she said nervously.

I kissed her forehead, her narrow little turned up nose, her

soft lips, her sharp chin. "Give us a chance, don't be afraid of something
good happening."

She trembled, burying her head in my chest. "Slowly,

Zach, Okay? This is all so new to me."

"Kisses?"

"Everything. It should be more difficult than this. It

can't be this easy. Nothing new ever is."

I stroked her back, showering kisses on the top of her head.

I decided to change the subject. "A friend of mine is having a Halloween
party. Usually a pretty big blow-out. Would you like to go, Saturday?"

"I don't do well at big parties."

"What do you normally do for Halloween?"

"Dress up and pass out candies. I like to see all the

kid's outfits. We get a good sized crowd in my neighborhood."

"Would you like company?"

"You'd be bored. You should go to your party," she

said.

"I'd love to spend the evening with you, passing out

candy, and maybe watching a couple of old movies."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely positive. Please."

She gave me a squeeze. "No later than 6:00 pm. Dress

up."

"Thank you. I'll be there."

"Nothing too crazy either. My parents always stop by. I

can't tell them no, just because I have a date. Not on Halloween."

"Understood. Family friendly costume."

She gave me a little kiss. "Was the Big Kiss worth that

silly little burger?" she asked.

"Worth the whole friggin' restaurant."

She chuckled. "Why do you have to be so sweet?"

"It's all the kisses. Chocolate and otherwise."

"Mmm. Remind me to keep you fully stocked."

I opened the door, before returning to work. Costume. I had

an idea.

Two more lunches before the weekend. Both times a delight. I

wanted to see more of her, after work on a real date maybe, but I didn't want
to push her. The more I thought about her comments, how everything was new to
her, the more nervous I got. Did she not date? Was I her first 'boyfriend'. I
felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders to be as good as I
could be, for her.

I found the costume I was looking for online. Paid a fortune

for overnight shipping, and then set in to do some customization. Several hours
Friday evening and a few more Saturday morning, before I was happy with it.

She'd said no later than 6:00, not at 6:00, so I felt fine

showing up at 5:45. Early enough to allay any concerns about my being late,
while giving her plenty of time to get ready.

I rang the bell, and a large, make that huge, man opened the

door, dressed as Frankenstein. I had to look up at him, his head higher than
the door. Jesus, must have been close to seven feet tall.

He stuck his hand out, and it swallowed mine. "I'm

Brian, you must be Zach." He looked me over, smiling. "I see you know
my daughter pretty well."

He stepped back out of the doorway, gesturing me to come in.

"The girls are still getting ready. You know how they are, everything has
to be perfect. To the last detail."

I nodded, grinning. "Women."

"Especially these two. Like mother like daughter."

He walked toward the kitchen, while I followed, still stunned by his size.
"Angela usually has her issues under control, and the drugs help. Briana's
trying to deal with it on her own."

He passed me a beer from the refrigerator, opening his.

"You don't mind if we talk about this? We probably won't get another 5
minutes alone. You should know what you're walking into."

"I don't mind at all. I appreciate it. She doesn't talk

much about her family life. Nor about her condition. She does seem to have it
under control, as long as she stays on schedule, and we leave her personal
space alone."

"You understand, if you're going to date her, your

personal space becomes hers?"

"I figured that out. Got my office in order, with her

approval after a few minor changes. Detailed the car and even organized the
trunk."

"Containers," he said softly. "For some

reason, things in containers don't bother them as much. A messy container is a
very minor nuisance. Even a simple box in the back seat of the car for anything
loose, helps a lot."

"Has your wife always been this way?"

"As long as I've known her. If you have any questions,

anything, ask. Call. Anytime. I'm serious. Day or night. Anything at all. This
isn't easy. Not for either of you. You're the first man she's gone out with
more than twice. That says a lot to me. I'm pulling for you."

"Thanks. I'm going to take you up on that. I hope for a

very long time."

He grinned. "That would be good. We only want her to be

happy."

I heard the women in the other room. He perked up, and

walked toward the living room. "Coaster, at least an inch away from any
edge of the table. Ideally geometrically placed," he said softly. "By
the way. Good choice on the costume. Homerun. You'll see."

We walked out and I saw his wife. Bride of Frankenstein, in

miniature. She looked like a doll. Even shorter then Briana, with a Marge
Simpson hairdo in black and silver. Tight torn mini-dress, black fishnet stockings.
Wow. She walked over to me, and gave me a hug. "I'm so glad to meet you,
Zach. She can't stop talking about you."

"Mom! Gosh!" I turned to see the most adorable

sight. A giant Hershey kiss, must have been four feet across at her thighs, if
it reached that low. Her legs were encased in white fishnet stockings. She was
wearing a smaller Kiss for a hat, and long white gloves. Little white
streamers, labeled with "Kisses" stuck out of her hat and the back of
her outfit.

She smiled, walking over. "I know how much you like

Kisses," she said. She looked me over, grinning. "Looks like great
minds think alike."

I was dressed as a huge bag of plain M&M, dark brown

wrapper, from shoulders to knees. Black pants and a black turtleneck complete
the ensemble.

Briana giggled. "God, that's mean. I haven't had a

single M&M today."

"Ready for a little treat?" I teased, reaching

down to my waist, and opening one of my customizations, a pocket, around
belly-button level.

"Zach!" she gasped, blushing.

"Trust me, sweetie. Reach in."

She closed her eyes, turning away from me, and slid her hand

into the opening. She laughed, pulling out a hand full of loose M&M, in her
three custom colors. She popped one in her mouth, gave her mother one, then
dropped to her knees, organizing them on the table.

I sat on the couch, placing my beer on a coaster as I'd seen

her father do, the coaster touching the corner edges of one of the four large
square patterns embedded in the wooden surface.

"Any more surprises in there for me?" she asked.

She reached over and nudged my coaster a hair. I couldn't even see the
difference.

I reached into the two side pockets, equally hidden, pulling

out mini-bags of M&M. "Plain and Peanut."

Any more teasing was interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

"It's starting!" her mother exclaimed, clapping her hands like a
little girl. I could see where Briana got her cuteness from. Her mother must
have been at least 40, but she seemed like a teenager. Friggin' adorable.

Briana finished her M&M segregation, hopped up and ran

to the door, the bottom of her outfit bouncing sexily, teasing, not quite
showing what she was wearing underneath.

Any ideas I had of watching a movie were quickly abandoned.

Briana was right. The kids didn't stop for hours. She and her mother had a
system, a large table around the corner from the front door had an assortment
of candy arranged in organized piles. Briana would select the treats to
distribute, and pass them to her Dad. He'd hold them on a tray while Briana's
mother delivered them to the trick-or-treaters.

I felt like an outside observer, until Briana got me

involved, opening bags of candy and putting them on her table, for her to
reorganize before sending them out the door.

It was a blast, talking about the kids outfits, hearing about

past costumes, and the Halloween house decorations. The parents were subtle,
sliding in a few more personal questions now and then, family size, schooling,
job, but only rarely, and never more than one or two without a break.

I didn't mind sharing, since they were doing the bulk of it.

Angela was a tease, surprising me by giving me a hug from behind. "I'm so
glad you're here with us, Zach."

"No Mom!" Briana snapped, giggling, slapping her

Mom's hands away as she pulled them out of the front pocket, M&M in her
greedy grip.

"They're mine," Briana laughed, grabbing at her

Mom's hands, trying to open them.

"Brian!" her mother called out. "Help

me!"

He laughed. "You brought this on yourself Angie, I'm

staying out of it."

They were obviously having fun, and I didn't want to

interfere. A group of kids walked up to the door, and I intercepted them.

"Trick or treat!" the four ankle biters called

out.

I reached into my side pockets, pulling out some of my

M&M treats. I was happy to get rid of them, they were heavy, and I figured
they'd be melting before too long.

I dealt with the crowd of four, 2 mini-bags each, and looked

back to see the girls gigging, wrestling. Angela had her hands at her mouth,
struggling to eat her treat, while her daughter was trying to pull it away.
"My hair!" her mother whined. "Don't mess up the hair."

I looked over at Briana's father, and he shook his head.

Don't get involved. Seemed like good advice.

I had another group of three coming up the walk. Tots. I was

a little surprised they were still out, it was getting late. I knelt down in
front of them, and when they made their plea for candy, I reached into my
outfit and passed out the bags.

"Mom! I can't believe you! He made those special for

me," Briana whined.

"I didn't raise you to be selfish," Angela teased.

"I'd share with you."

Briana came over and without a word reached down my front,

coming up with some more treats. She walked over to her Mom, holding them out.
"Mom, they're not normal M&M. They're for me. Look."

I could feel myself blushing, as Angela looked the candy

over. "Oh, sweetie. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I was just playing,"
she said.

I watched and Briana went to her table, segregating the

candies, and coming up with two extras. She gave her father one, and gave her
mother the other one. "I'll share. But don't take, them, please."

Her mother took her by the hand, and sat down with her.

"Relax, baby. I won't take any more, I promise. I didn't know, Okay?"

Briana, was sitting anxiously, moving the candies around, pushing

two to the side, before she seemed to settle down. She moved one of the extras
in front of her Mom, holding the other one, waiting for her Mom to eat hers.

I dealt with a new crowd of kids at the door. When I

finished with them, Angela was standing beside me, looking nervous.

She leaned against me. "Please tell me she's not some

game to you."

I shook my head. "No way. Sweetest, most fascinating

girl I've ever known," I said softly. I watched a crowd of six come
running up to the door. Tween-aged, their parents standing out by the curb.

Angela reached into my side pocket, making me nervous,

pulling out a handful of candy packages. I grabbed several from the other side.

"Girls like Briana and me," she said softly,

passing out the candy. "We know we're a handful. We are slow to grow
attached to our guys, but we are absolutely devoted once we do. Give us a
chance."

"Anything I can do, I'm committed to making this

work."

Briana moved up on the other side of me, "Leave him

alone, Mom. Please, you're embarrassing me."

I turned, reached out to her head, pulled her forward and

kissed her softly. "Your Mom's great. She only wants the best for you. Me
too. I'm nuts about you, you know?"

She blushed, smiling. "Not too crazy for you?"

I shook my head. "I'm gonna screw up now and then. I

don't know how to handle some of this. You need to be open and honest with me.
I'll get better."

She looked on the verge of tears. "I don't know how.

You've been perfect."

I laughed. "You're setting me up for a fall. I'm not

perfect. Far from it. But I'm willing to do whatever you need. Whatever. You
only have to let me know."

She smiled. "I could use another kiss."

Angela tugged me away. "Incoming. Keep the kisses

indoors, kids. Impressionable youngsters are watching."

The number of kids had slowed, but a trio was laughing,

walking up the path. I felt the hands sliding down my sides, retrieving the
treats. "One of each, for each of them," Briana said, three bags in
her hands. She flipped them over so all the writing was going the same
direction.

One brown bag, one yellow bag for each of the kids. I looked

up and saw a virtual army of kids on their way. There must have been at least a
dozen.

"You have enough for all of them?" Angela asked. I

could feel her hand moving around, checking how many bags were left. There was
a small problem. It wasn't really a pocket. There was a bag attached to the
opening, and pinned to my pants belt. It was easy to reach inside and miss the
bag. Angela seemed to discover that, giggling as her hand felt around, rubbing
my side.

"Seems like it," Briana said, pulling out a

handful.

"There were 40 bags of each," I told them.

I felt her hand slide back into the gap on my side, and

struggled not to make a scene, when she discovered the same issue, and her
hands started rubbing my hip. "Feels good on this side," she giggled.

"Briana..." her mother whispered, warningly. As if

she had any room to talk, her hand was being wicked, inside my outfit, rubbing
my side and upper thigh, only a scant couple of inches from really being
naughty.

The kids were upon us, and the girl's hands kept slipping in

my outfit, retrieving bags, each of the them putting a package of M&M into
the goody bags held up before them.

Briana was keeping her near hand inside my outfit, leaning

close to me, crushing the side of her outfit. She'd pull out a candy, then
slide her hand back in, and give me a teasing rub before snagging the next
treat to be passed out.

Angela was no better, her hand never leaving the pocket for

long. Her hand was more exploratory, wandering around, front and back. She gave
my ass an unexpected squeeze, and I almost jumped.

To be continued in part 2, Based on a post by Tx Tall Tales for Literotica.

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