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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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