0 comments/ 191936 views/ 23 favorites The Coed Halloween Party By: The Coed Halloween Party Shelly had gone to the indoor pool for her daily swim. The water was perfect and she had gotten in a great workout. Shelly had time to think about the last finishing touches she wanted to do on her costume for the Halloween party her dorm floor was throwing that night. She was thinking about what she wanted to do with her hair and how she wanted to have her room nice and clean for afterwards when she would invite Trey back to her room. She wanted some alone time with him and had gotten him so excited on the phone last night at the possibility of having sex during the party. She wasn't planning on having sex at the party, but she was anticipating the event when they found their way back to her room. She finished her swim and headed off for the gym to see Trey. He had said he would be there this morning working out with his "brothers" from the frat he belonged to. Shelly got along with them most of the time. They were okay when they weren't drunk out of their minds or trashing women. These were a few things they had a tendency to do when they were all together. She found the room everyone was working out in and was greeted by Paul, Trey's best friend. "Hey, Shelly. What brings you out this early in the morning?" Paul was lifting free weights and smiling at her. "Just the call of the water, Paul. Looking good, a few more weeks and you will have some really great biceps!" Shelly said. "Thanks, Shelly. If you are looking for Trey he is over in the corner working on his abs. He keeps doing crunches but I don't see those stomach muscles protruding yet. The only thing protruding is his gut." Paul laughed at his own humor. Shelly smiled and started off in the direction Paul had said she would find Trey. Shelly stopped short when she saw that Trey was indeed doing crunches and was surrounded by a couple of guys she wasn't comfortable with at all. Doug and Trevor. They were slimy guys who slept with anything that had two legs and a vagina. They didn't like the fact that Trey was "tied down," or dating someone. They really didn't like the fact he was dating Shelly. They thought she was too smart for her own good or so they had said. Basically they didn't like the fact that they couldn't slide past her with slick remarks and she fought back when they started putting women down. Shelly stood for a moment and listened to the conversation in progress. Doug and Trevor were once again in mid-sentence about some "broads" they had picked up the night before and fucked silly. Trevor was telling Trey he was missing his opportunity for some "prime pussy" while he stayed chained to Shelly. Trey just laughed and shrugged. Not exactly the response Shelly would have liked from him. Trey stood up from the bench he was exercising on and saw Shelly standing a few feet away. "Hey, Shelly." he said with a half smile. Shelly smiled and started walking closer to Trey. "Here I am, as promised." Doug turned around and grunted his disapproval at her being in the same room as he. Trevor stared at her as he wiped his hands on his towel. Shelly reached Trey and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. Trey leaned down for her to have access to his cheek and quickly stood back up. "I guess you swam, you smell like chlorine. Didn't you shower off afterwards?" "Yes, I did. I took a quick shower and just rinsed my hair so I could see you this morning," she said. Trevor started laughing and Doug quickly chimed in. "Man, she came to see you looking like a wet rat, and smelling like one too. Yeah, having a girlfriend around is great. We are so jealous," Doug said. He slapped Trey on the back, and motioned to Trevor to join him as he walked away. "Catch ya later, Trey," Trevor said as he looked Shelly up and down. He licked his lips as he passed her. Shelly looked at Trey. Trey avoided her eyes. "Damn, Shelly, don't you care what my friends think of you?" Shelly couldn't believe her ears. "I must have water in my ears because I didn't hear you take up for me with those clowns and I thought you just asked me if I cared what they think?" She said as she crossed her arms over her chest. Trey met her eyes and pointed at her. "You are hearing just fine. I'm not going to tell my friends they have to like you or they can't have their own opinions. It might help you get along with them if you would take some time to show them how good you can look." "Are you serious? You want me to prance in here all done up after swimming at six o'clock in the morning so they can get a woody?" Shelly was fuming. "I'm not gonna argue with you babe, so let's just end it. Thanks for coming by to see me." Trey grabbed for his towel and smiled at her. "Okay Trey. I'll just scoot back to my room and pretend this conversation never happened. No, I don't think so." Shelly stared back at Trey with contempt. Trey reached for her waist and placed a hand on each side of her waist. "Honey, tonight is the party you have been looking forward to. We both have. I'm not going to let Doug and Trevor ruin our night. You shouldn't either. I'm sorry I didn't say anything but I don't think I should have." Shelly stood frozen and looked up at Trey and said, "Well, I guess this is another thing we don't agree on. These things are mounting up Trey." Concern flashed across Trey's face. "Babe, I'm sorry. Really. I'll talk with the guys, okay? Don't go saying anything rash. Come on, it's early and you haven't had your oatmeal yet," Trey smiled. Shelly let a smile slide across her lips. Trey thought it was so cute that she ate oatmeal every morning after her swim, like clockwork. Cute, but odd. "Who eats oatmeal?" he would say. Trey wasn't really into doing things that everyone else wasn't into. He didn't want to stand out. "Don't start with my oatmeal," Shelly pouted. "Babe, go eat your oatmeal. I'll come by later okay?" Trey smiled at her. "Alright, I'm out of here. Speaking of showers, you could use one. You stink." "Okay, I hear you." Trey reached down and jokingly swatted her butt as she turned to walk away. "Bye, babe." Shelly waved without turning around. She made her way back to the front entrance of the room and smiled to Paul as he shouted a bye to her on her way out. Shelly started to undress and put the morning behind her. She had simmered down and wasn't angry any more. It took too much energy and she didn't want to spend the rest of the night mad. She wanted to have a good time. She decided to finish her shower, eat her oatmeal, and finish the costume. Trey said he would be by later so she had a full morning ahead. Part 5 * Pink Forgiveness * Shelly had put the morning's rash and harsh discussion with Trey and his friends out of her thoughts. She was determined to have a good time at the party tonight. Trey wanted to have a good time too, so it was assured that a good time would be attempted. She was full on into getting ready for the party. Shelly smiled at the costume laid out on the bed before her. The pants were pink and sheer. They started as a regular pair of pants below the waist and in the seat. From above the thigh the pants were split into four long pieces of fabric that extend down to the ankle, leaving her leg to peek out of the material as she moved. The top to the outfit was basically a bikini top with dark pink, light pink, and white sequins covering the entire surface. Shelly had sewn some of the same sheer fabric she used on the legs beneath the bikini top so it hung and shimmered above her rib cage. There was a headband of sequins with the sheer fabric sewn to veil her face. She had also created a piece of the fabric that would hold her hair into a ponytail. As for shoes, there were light pink slippers she had sewn sequins onto in the shape of a genie bottle. They were so cute and she planned to wear them often after tonight. Shelly slipped out of her shorts and t-shirt. Shelly picked up the pants and wondered if she should wear some underwear with this outfit. They would cause a panty line, but with the sheer fabric, in the right light, people could see everything. "What the hell? It is Halloween! Live a little Shelly!" She said aloud. Shelly pulled down her baby blue thong and threw it in the laundry basket. Shelly slid the pants on. They fit like a second skin. She had cut the top of the pants so the waist was cut low and her belly button was more than exposed. She would have to watch herself if she leaned over, she would be exposing herself a la plumber style. The flowing fabric allowed her free movement of her legs and provided a cool breeze as well. Shelly giggled at her own naturally air-conditioned pants. Shelly looked at the top. Trey was sure to love this. He loved Shel in bikinis and she knew he would be drawn to the skimpy top encased in sequins. She reached up between her breasts and unclasped the bra. Her 38c breasts fell forward in a sigh of relief. Shelly massaged both her breasts and found herself letting out a little moan. "Hold on girls, you will get yours," Shelly told her breasts. Shelly reached for the top. She placed her arms through the each strap and clasped the bra on her back. She picked each breast up and placed them in their proper cups. Shelly walked to the mirror. The reflected image pleased Shelly. Her slim waist was emphasized by the low riding pants and her toned legs were peeking here and there through the pant legs. Turning, Shelly saw her ass was cradled and wrapped like a package. Yes, you can see through this, she thought as she turned back around. Looking down, Shelly saw her pubic hair glistening through the pink fabric. The hair was a darker red than on her head and although trimmed, would be prominent to the watchful eye. "Jeannie never showed this much skin," she said aloud. Shelly, in her sock clad feet, ran to the bathroom sink and grabbed her glitter. Running back to the mirror, she shook some glitter out onto her hand and started rubbing it on her chest. Her breasts were sitting high in the bikini top and she had ample cleavage as well. She spread the glitter on top of both breasts and along the valley of her cleavage. She would definitely feel like a special little genie tonight. Shelly brushed her golden-red hair and pulled it up into a ponytail, adding the hair tie she made out of the matching fabric. Smiling at her own image, she said, "all done but the make-up." Shelly heard a light tapping on her door. At first she thought it was someone knocking at her neighbor's door, it sounded so distant. Turning to go in the bathroom she stopped when she heard the noise again. It was definitely coming from her door. Sliding over in her socks, she opened the door. Trey stood there, looking at his feet, a small bouquet of daisies in his hand. "Hi," he said apprehensively. He didn't seem sure of where things stood between them after this morning's episode. He closed his eyes and raised his head. Opening his eyes, he smiled widely as he saw the image before him. Shelly leaned against the door and smiled. "Like what you see mister?" Trey stepped inside the doorframe and picked Shelly up and held her against him. "You look fantastic! I guess I have to admit all that time away from me to work on this outfit paid off," Trey whispered in her ear. Shelly hugged Trey and whispered, "Thank you." Trey put Shelly back on the ground and said, "Can I come in?" Shelly stepped aside so Trey could come in and shut the door behind them. Trey crossed the floor and stood in front of the bed. "I just wanted to say I'm sorry. Again. I got these flowers for you." Shelly walked to Trey and took the flowers. "Thank you. They smell great." Shelly walked to the bathroom and placed the flowers in the sink with some water, she would worry about a vase later. Shelly turned and looked at Trey. He was watching her very intently. "You look like you like really like what you see," she said. She twirled for Trey to see the entire outfit. "Do you like it Master?" Trey smiled. "I like that part a lot. Master. Yeah, I could get use to that." Shelly walked up to Trey slowly and stifled a laugh as Trey had his eyes glued to her heaving chest as her breasts jiggled within the confines of her sequined top. "Ummm babe, did you know you can see through that fabric?" Trey asked. Shelly reached up to Trey's face and stroked his cheek. "Yeah, I'm aware. Is there a problem with that?" "Not that I'm aware of. You just don't usually dress like that. I like it. I really like it," Trey said and stopped her hand in mid-stroke and kissed her palm. Shelly closed her eyes. The phone rang. Shelly instinctively jerked her hand away to run and get the phone but Trey held on tight. Shelly looked up, searching his face. "No. You are mine for right now. Let the machine get it." "Okay. Only because I'm in this genie outfit and it forbids me to say no to you." Shelly giggled as Trey leaned down and kissed her hard and deep on the lips. Trey was ravenous and so was Shelly. She was returning his kiss with as much want as he was giving her and she wasn't paying attention to the person on the machine until they said "See ya at the party, Shel-Belle." Shelly stopped the kiss in progress and turned her head to the answering machine. Trey didn't notice, he started kissing down her neck. Little tiny kisses that usually drove Shelly wild now felt like a distraction as she strained to hear more of the voice she now knew was John's. She was too late, as the machine was now clicking off and John wasn't on the other line anymore. Shelly hadn't heard from him since yesterday morning before he went to work. And now he was calling to say what? All she had heard was "see ya at the party." Shelly groaned. She had wanted to talk to John before the party, and it didn't look like John was going to be around. "Oh you like that do you babe?" Trey asked Shelly. Shelly was going to ask what? And then realized the groan that had passed her lips he had mistaken as one of pleasure. Shelly checked back into the action that was going on between her and Trey. Trey had his hands on the small of her back and he was kissing her on the tops of her breasts. Shelly pushed thoughts of John from her mind and came back to the present. Shelly ran her fingers through Trey's hair and instinctively drew his head closer to her breasts as he kissed and sucked on the tops of them. The moan she gave this time was truly meant for Trey and his talented mouth. Trey picked Shelly up and sat on the bed. He placed her on his lap, facing him, straddling his legs. Shelly laughed, "Wow this outfit has really had an effect on you tonight." Trey looked Shelly in the eyes and leaned in for a kiss, stopped short before reaching her lips, and said, "Babe, this outfit is a keeper. Halloween or no Halloween, this is an outfit I want to see you in on a regular basis." Trey ended that sentence with a deep and hungry kiss. A kiss that said he did not want to settle for just a kiss. Shelly leaned into Trey and welcomed his roving tongue into her mouth. Her tongue met his mid-kiss. Trey groaned as he broke the kiss off and put his hands on either side of her waist. He looked at his hands as he traced the outline of her body upwards. He reached her top and started to run his hands along the top ridge of the bikini top. Shelly was starting to breathe heavy but was able to catch her breath long enough to say, "Hey watch the fabric, those sequins were sewn on by hand." Trey smiled, "Oh Shelly I won't be damaging this fine piece of art work." Shelly giggled at the double entendre. Trey ran his fingers along the curve of her right breast. Shelly shivered at the sensation. She let her head fall backwards as Trey traded his finger for his tongue and traced her the tops of her breasts with his tongue. Shelly grabbed the back of Trey's head and dug her fingers into his hair. Trey moaned. "Babe, I can smell you are getting excited. You won't need perfume tonight." Shelly sat upright and groaned as she realized her current level of desire was indeed leaving a tell-tale scent and wet spot on her costume. Shelly lifted Trey's head, kissing him softly on the lips. Trey closed his eyes, and reached around her to clutch her closer to him. He slid her further up into his lap, where she could feel the very large bulge in his pants. He sat her atop it and kissed her deeper, drilling his tongue between her parted lips. "Trey," Shelly whispered as they parted from their kiss. Shelly was out of breath. She had her forehead resting on Trey's. He looked into her eyes. Shelly smiled. Trey sighed. "I want you so bad right now, Shelly. I also don't want to ruin your outfit," Trey said with a laugh. "I'm being sensitive, Shelly. I'm thinking of you and all the work you put into that outfit. I'm putting your concerns before my aching hard on. Do I score points for that one?" Shelly laughed and leaned in to kiss Trey. "Don't stop on my account, I can take this outfit off quick enough. I can be on top of your dick in seconds. But if you don't want to…," she trailed off with a sly smile playing upon her lips. Trey grabbed her chin and pressed her lips into his, crushing her lips beneath his. He kissed with a sudden and hard force. Shelly thought her lips would bruise. Trey held her face against his. Parting just quickly as it had begun, Trey smiled. "No, I'm gonna leave you with this appetizer. I get to be the tease for once. I'll have you tonight. I gotta get dressed. My suit is a bit difficult to get into, it takes some time." Shelly felt the bulge between his legs had not shrunken in size, and she wanted to give Trey one more chance to put it to a good use. "Mmmm I hear a different message coming from beneath me." Shelly wiggled her hips on top of Trey. She felt a response from his dick. "I don't think he wants to go." Trey picked Shelly up and sat her beside him on the bed. "Honey, I'm gonna go before I can't." He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Speaking of costumes, who are you going as?" Shelly questioned Trey as she twirled her ponytail between her fingers. "I'm not telling. You will get a kick out of it." "Will we match? I mean, will we look like a couple?" Shelly pushed. "Conversation is over. I'm committed to admitting nothing," Trey replied. Shelly laughed as she looked at the front of Trey's slacks. There was a wet spot from Shelly's grindings and the bulge she had been contently sitting upon made no sign of deflating. Trey groaned. "Good thing I live on this floor. Got a magazine I can borrow to carry in front of me?." Shelly pointed to her nightstand, all she had was a very small television guide magazine. Not nearly enough to contain what Trey wanted to conceal. Trey reached for the magazine and said, "Well, it will have to do." He placed the magazine in front of his pants and walked to the door. Turning he said, "I'll see you at the party." He winked as he stepped outside the room and shut the door. Shelly sighed and smiled at the ceiling. She was a little frustrated now, she was really aroused, but she knew tonight would go off smoothly. Trey had an appetite for her and he was being so sweet about her costume she had worked so hard on. She couldn't wait to see him as "Major Nelson"! Who else would he go as than the "Master" that rescues the genie from the bottle? He just has to go as "Mr. Nelson" to her "Jeannie." Shelly remembered the phone call mid-petting. Jumping up from the bed, she adjusted her sequined top as she made her way to the answering machine. Hitting the "play" button she held her breath until she heard John's voice. "Hey girlie where ya at? Well, I thought you would be buried in fabric and sewing notions. I'm just calling to say I'm definitely going to be late, I've gotta cover for a guy that couldn't make it in. Just thirty minutes though okay? I'll find you there. See you at the party Shel-Belle." The Coed Halloween Party Shelly frowned. He still hadn't said what his costume was going to be. She didn't know what costume either John or Trey would be wearing to the party. They both knew what costume Shelly would be wearing. Sighing, Shelly realized it was already time to go down out to the party. A little more glitter, her dainty shoes, a brush through the hair, her headband, and a little perfume and she would be ready to roll. Wait, she thought, no perfume. I've got my own scent flowin' tonight she thought with a rueful smile. Part 6 * Let's get this party started! * Shelly opened her door and had to let her eyes adjust. The hall was darkened and there was a mass of fog. There were strobe lights in the distance throwing wicked shadows everywhere. Her door had been covered in plastic spiders. The floor was covered in leaves. As she crunched her way into the main hall she caught her breath. "Wow," she said aloud as she saw the ceiling covered in fake spider webbing backlit with black lights. The hall was dark. Thanks to the RA putting strings small lights throughout the hallway, there was enough light to see. There were plants everywhere, and with the fog machine bellowing, Shelly felt like she was standing in the middle of a swamp. The main fluorescent lights in the ceiling were covered with black tissue paper. A scary sounds cd was playing at a whisper in the background. Music was playing, an old favorite by Michael Jackson, "Thriller." "Hey 'Jeannie' wanna go back to your bottle with me?" Shelly turned around to the voice. Shelly stifled a giggle as someone dressed up as clown had propositioned her. "Ah, sorry, I've got plans for my bottle." "Damn. Lucky dude," the clown said and walked away in his big floppy red shoes. Shelly laughed aloud but couldn't figure out who that had been. She knew that people would be more forward than they might be everyday due to the costumes. The lights suddenly got brighter. Although dimmer than usual, they were still bright enough to make everyone squint. As everyone started overcoming the change in the lights, people started talking. Shelly looked round and couldn't believe the amount of time some people had spent on their costumes. Shelly saw a "Cher" and a "Sonny Bono" holding hands. She thought that must be Mindy and Rick, a very serious couple everyone anticipated would one day marry. She saw a "Britney Spears" and a very pitiful looking "Justin Timberlake". Well, at least they were together. Shelly giggled when she saw someone with packages of hot dog buns all over his body. His face was covered by a cardboard sign that read, "My ex-girlfriend said I am a weenie." Well, that could have been Trey except for the "ex-girlfriend" part Shelly thought. Shelly made her way to the punch table and picked up a glass. She was anxious to see John and Trey. Hopefully with their faces hidden they would be able to endure one another's company. The floor was getting full and she wasn't seeing a sign of either of them. Shelly turned to put down her empty cup. "Mmmmm you smell good," a voice whispered in Shelly's ear. Shelly turned around with a snap. Her hands flew to her mouth as she looked at the owner of that sexy voice. There he was, "Major Nelson!" The costume was that of an astronaut complete with a helmet. The shield in front of the face was tinted so the face was not visible. There was a cute name tag on his chest that said, "Major Nelson. Jeannie's Main Squeeze." Shelly jumped into "Mr. Nelson's" arms. "Oh, can't I raise your helmet to give you a little kiss, honey?" The astronaut shook his head no. He hugged Shelly close. "You look great Shelly, and I repeat, you smell good too!" Shelly smiled, and playfully hit him on his suit clad arm. "Well, the fragrance is home grown as you know and you have fawned over this costume enough. Let's talk about how sweet it is that you came as 'Major Nelson'. That is so great honey. Thank you," she said as she slipped her hand into his. "Well, that scent is definitely you, and you cannot get enough compliments." Something, or rather someone, caught Shelly's eye. There was a huge condom walking in the hall. A condom with arms and feet no less. The body length plastic condom had a huge smile painted on its "face". The person inside was really tall and obviously a man. The arms were covered in some type of hosiery material, and the legs were as well. Behind the condom, in came a Spanish belly dancer. Lola. There was no hiding who she was. She had a small mask that covered her eyes but there was no mistaking it was her. Shelly couldn't tell if the condom and Lola were together but they had arrived at the same time. Shelly said, "How stupid, somebody coming as a big condom." Trey grabbed Shelly by the waist and pulled her back to him. She stood facing the crowd, her back against him. "I don't see anyone else in the room but you," he said. Suddenly the lights went dark again and the hall was as dark as when Shelly first entered the party. It would take another few minutes for everyone's eyes to adjust. Shelly felt Trey's hands slide around her waist, interlocking above her belly button. "You look so good in this outfit, Shelly. Your body is stunning." Shelly lifted her right arm and laid it on his chest, her hand resting on his shoulder. "Oh Trey, I'm having such a good time with you. I'm so glad we are here together." "Me too, Shelly. I don't think you should call me Trey. I should stop calling you Shelly too. No one else knows who we are. Let's not tell. I'm 'Major' to you, 'Jeannie'." Shelly laughed. "Okay, but I think I might throw in a 'Master' here and there. I'm feeling very obedient tonight." Turning, she took his hand and he followed her lead. Shelly led him to a corner surrounded by tall exotic plants with no lights nearby. "Master, would you be kind enough to stand in this corner?" "Major Nelson" did as he was told and stepped into the corner. He faced "Jeannie" and stretched his arms out as an invitation. Shelly shook her head no and said, "Major Nelson, please remove your helmet. Neither I nor anyone else can see you. The darkness of the corner will protect your cover and your helmet will be close by. I want my lips suctioned onto yours and that is impossible with that helmet." As the helmet was being removed, per Shelly's request, she asked, "I wonder where John is, have you seen him? He should have been here twenty minutes ago. I hope he doesn't get stuck working all night. He needs to learn how to tell those guys no. Have you seen him?" "Nope. Who cares where he is? Come here 'Jeannie'!" Shelly stepped into the waiting arms extended to her. "Mmmm" escaped her lips as she felt the warmth of his body. She put her ear to his chest. The heavy astronaut costume could not hide the palpitations beneath the surface. "My blood pressure is up a little. You, that outfit, this dark corner… need I say more 'Jeannie'?" he asked. Shelly said, "No Master, I can understand these things." He leaned forward to kiss Shelly. Shelly quickly reached up and grabbed her headband, taking off the sheer fabric that hid her face. She had used velcro so it could be removable. Shelly giggled as she leaned down to tuck the material into the helmet on the floor. She could make out a large box beneath Trey and realized it was the table that usually sat by the elevators with baskets of free condoms on top of it. Shelly pushed him down onto the table. It was only three feet off the ground, creating quite a thud when he finally landed. "Ouch! You are rough tonight." Shelly laughed. "Rough and ready. Are you?" "More than you know 'Jeannie,' more than you know." Shelly put her legs on either side of her astronaut's legs and sat down on his lap, facing him. "Does this position feel familiar?" she asked. "Your body on mine always feels familiar," he said. He leaned forward and kissed Shelly. The kiss was so soft, building with intensity the longer their lips touched. He parted her lips with his tongue and owned her mouth. Shelly felt weak, and was happy to be sitting down. Trey had never kissed her like this before. His desire for her was obvious. She was thrilled to see him so loving, tender and yet in control. Shelly whispered, "Master, how can I please you?" She heard a moan in response to her question and he said, "You, here with me now, in my arms, is nothing but pleasure." Shelly put her hands on either side of his face and pulled his head closer to hers. She enveloped him in a kiss that defined the pleasure they spoke of. Shelly scooted her body closer to his. A single hair was all that could have passed between the two. She sucked on his bottom lip and ran her fingernails down the sides of his neck. She felt him shiver beneath her. Shelly felt his hands on her back as he slid them down to her legs. He found his way inside the layers and touched her bare thigh. He stroked the inside of her thigh and she opened her legs further. The music was a dance tune pumping out a hard beat, and their breathing seemed to be in step with it. Trey assaulted her throat with a barrage of tiny kisses. He licked at her throat, lapping the tiny beads of sweat away. His breath on her skin was cool and was driving her crazy. Shelly grabbed the back of his neck and forced his head down to her heaving chest. She felt the damp touch of his tongue and the trail of spit he left behind was welcomed by goose bumps. He kissed the tops of her breasts. Shelly couldn't focus. She had a hand inching up her thigh, and a tongue lapping at her chest. Trey must have known what she needed most. His hand found the slit Shelly had placed in the fabric. She had sewn a special slit to allow her easy access to pee. "Trap door," he said as he opened the slit of fabric. Shelly stopped giggling to let out a moan as his fingers traced the outer ridges of her pussy lips. She was very wet. His fingers slid up and down effortlessly. Shelly could smell herself. The smell of sex wafted to her nostrils. "You smell so good. Have I told you that yet?" he asked. "You may have mentioned it, honey," she said. Shelly placed her hand on top of his wrist and pushed it forward. She wanted his fingers inside her. She needed to be touched, deeply. He didn't need further instruction, for he extended his middle finger and entered her wet pussy. He stopped at the first knuckle, wiggled his finger, pushed further to the second knuckle and stopped. He wiped the inside of her pussy like he would a bowl of frosting and brought his finger up between their faces. Shelly couldn't see his finger but she could smell it. Her arousal was evident and he wanted her to share in his treat. "Share yourself with me, please?" "Yes, my Master," she replied. Letting her nose guide her, she found his extended finger and licked it from top to bottom. The sticky, sweet smelling juices-- her juices, made her ache for his cock. Before she could take in another lick she felt his finger plunging into her again. This time his movements were certain and swift. He started entering and exiting her pussy. His finger sliding in and out of her. He brought his finger out again, this time only to align his index finger alongside it. He then plunged back into Shelly. He started his rhythmic beckoning of her pussy. "In and out. In and out," he whispered. He extended his tongue and licked her ear. Shelly shuddered. She was completely under his control. The finger fucking stopped. She heard a lapping and moaning. He was licking his fingers clean. She leaned forward to join him. She sucked his entire index finger into her mouth. Taking it clear to the base, giving his finger a mock blow job. She sucked hard on his finger. Shelly was busy below as well. She scooted back in his lap to get at the zippered front of his pants. She stuck her hand in and discovered he was also not wearing any underwear. She took his hard cock in her hands and ran her fingers up and down the length of it. "Oh," was all she heard. Releasing his finger from her mouth she said, "I can do better than 'Oh.'" Shelly slid down, and placed her knees on the cold floor. Leaning forward she grasped his cock and licked the head. She heard a moan from up above and knew he was more than ready for his cock to be in her mouth. She placed her lips on the head and gently sucked. Opening her mouth wide she slid down his cock, tongue twirling on the underside the whole way. "Oh my god, yes!" he replied to her actions. The music was loud enough to cover his exclamation. The would not have noticed if anyone were listening. Shelly busied herself with reaching into his pants and rubbing his balls with her fingertips and filling her mouth with his stiff cock. She could feel it throbbing. It felt larger than it had ever felt in her hand. Shelly thought the excitement of doing this in public was really having an effect on their libidos. Shelly felt his hands reaching for her head. They found her ponytail and he helped guide her up and down. She loved his directness and his want of her mouth on his cock. Shelly quickened her pace. She took him in to the back of her throat. "Shelly," she heard him whisper. She looked up but continued to ride his cock with her mouth. "Hmmm?" she asked through a closed mouth. "I'm going to cum if you keep that up," he said. Shelly stopped sucking and licked his cock from tip to base. She was surprised by that statement. Trey had never cum when she gave him oral sex. Shelly got up and sat back on his lap. "Awww honey, I must be really good tonight," she said. Trey replied by slipping his hands along her back and unclasping her bikini top. "I wish I could see them fall into my hands," he said as he caught her breasts. Shelly closed her eyes and threw her head back as she felt the gentle suckle of his mouth on her right breast. He squeezed the other and played with her nipple. Shelly scooted closer and found her pussy was directly over his still exposed and erect cock. She placed herself atop it and started grinding on its head. The action stroked their fire. He sucked harder on her breast, sucking in as much of it as he could. Shelly pushed his face into her chest. "Yes baby, suck my tit, yes, it feels so good," she encouraged. His lips were off her right breast and had found a new home on the left. He picked up sucking with the intensity he had created for the other breast. Shelly was in heaven, she always wanted Trey to suck her breasts but he claimed it did nothing for him. Tonight was obviously the beginning of a new interest. His tongue swirled around her nipple and he lightly nipped it with his teeth. The sensation that ran through her made her hasten her grinding on his cock. She gripped his shoulders as he sucked her breast and she ground into his cock and started to moan ever so softly. He slowly released her breast from him mouth and he kissed his way up her neck until he found her mouth. As his mouth covered hers, his fingers found the slit in the material and pulled the two sides back. With the "curtain" open, he guided her with one hand straight onto his cock and slowly lowered her onto it. Shelly felt lost in the kisses, the touching, and then suddenly, she was parting. Her pussy lips were parting and she felt the velvety skin that began to impale her. She was being lowered onto his cock and he filled her completely. She sat for a moment, feeling her tight pussy expand just enough to let him in. "God, you are tight. You feel perfect. Smooth, soft, wet, warm, and so familiar," he said before he kissed her. Shelly kissed him back with a desire she had never known for Trey. He had never been so sensitive to what he was feeling as he entered her. Shelly moaned as she felt his hands on her waist, pushing her up and down, guiding her along the length of his cock. Her moans intensified his need for her, his pace quickened. Shelly wrapped her legs around him and held him close. The coolness of the top of his space suit felt nice. She leaned into his chest as he pumped his cock in and out of her. "Yes…oh yes…" Shelly said, "Guide me on top of your cock." "Ugh, oh God you feel sooo good. I'm going to cum inside you. Do you want me to cum inside you baby?" he asked. "Please, Master," Shelly said. Those two words put him over the edge. He brought Shelly down and lifted her up on his cock in a quick and strong motion. Over and over. Shelly was ready to cum. "Oh honey, I'm cumming. I'm cumming all over your cock," she said breathlessly. "Oh baby, cum for me. Show me I pleasured you. Yes, baby, cum," he prompted her. "God, oh yes, ohhhhhh," Shelly moaned. "Mmmm" was all she heard and then she felt the warm splatter of sperm hitting her pussy walls. Shelly kissed him, using her tongue to play with his as she felt his cock continue to contract. "Thank you," he said. Shelly giggled and hugged him closer. "You've never thanked me before. Thank you sweetie," she said. Shelly stood up, feeling a mixture of his sperm and her juices slide out of her, and land on his semi-erect cock. Shelly giggled. "Sorry," she said sheepishly. "It's my fault. I didn't bring anything to clean us up," he replied matter-of-factly. Shelly grabbed her top from the floor and put it on her breasts. Just before putting each one in their cup, she felt a soft kiss on each. Smiling, she clasped her top and straightened up her outfit. Trey stood up and tucked his dick back in his pants. "Good thing you live nearby so you can get cleaned up quickly. You'll have to get that suit dry cleaned now," she said with a laugh. "Yeah, good thing," he replied. Shelly reached for the helmet on the floor and found the sheer fabric she had taken off. She placed the piece back on her headband and lined up the velcro tabs she had sewn on. "Well, I am just as presentable as when I first walked in," she said. "Hand me the helmet and I will be too," he said. Shelly handed him the helmet and placed her hand over his when he reached for it. "Meet me in my room in an hour. I want to continue this wonderful evening," she beckoned. "Um, okay," he said. Shelly patted the top of his helmet that now rested back atop his shoulders. "Thank you Master. I'll be in my bottle awaiting your command," she said and with that, turned to go to her room to clean up. She wanted to freshen up and have the room look extra special for when her "Master" would arrive. Part 7 * Revelations * Shelly sighed as she glanced at the clock one more time. It had been two hours since she had left the party. Where was Trey? She had told him to meet her back at her room in an hour. Shelly tightened her robe around her waist. She looked around the room. She had lit all the candles she owned. She estimated that number was around twenty-five or so. She had little mirrors underneath her candles to reflect more light on the wall. The candlelight was the only light in the room. She was listening to her favorite contemporary classical singer. She had come home, taken a shower, put fresh sheets on the bed and wrapped herself up in a big terry cloth robe. Shelly fell onto the bed and sighed. She was so happy. Trey was so different tonight. He was really into her and so loving. He was never like he was tonight. He never gave her oral sex, and tonight he wanted to lick her juices off his fingers. He didn't take time to enjoy little kisses before tonight. Trey had always been quick and to the point. Shelly felt her heart start pumping faster as she remembered how he had touched her. How it had made her feel. Shelly felt they had made a turning point in their relationship tonight. He had awakened emotions and feelings in her she wasn't sure she knew she could feel. She knew he felt the same. She couldn't wait to see him to talk about it. Talking wasn't all she had in mind to do. She wanted to further this "sexual awakening" they had discovered together tonight. The Coed Halloween Party But, there was still no Trey in sight. She sat up and picked up the phone and dialed his room. No one picked up, not even the machine. "That is odd," she said aloud. "Maybe he sent me some E-mail." Shelly went to her desk and flipped on the screen to her computer. Sure enough, there sat a blinking number one. She had one message waiting for her. It was within the last hour too! Shelly sat and opened her mailbox. She quickly discovered the message wasn't from Trey, but from John. "Oh, I wasn't expecting that, but good, at least I get to hear from John!" she said. Shelly clicked on the envelope icon and the envelope opened on screen. Shelly started to read the letter from John. "Dear Shel-Belle, I know I've been evasive lately and you have been wondering where I have been. I did get off work late, and I did attend the party. You looked beautiful in your costume Shel. I had to write you this E-mail not because I'm reporting on where I've been or what I've been doing, but because I'm afraid you will be waiting on something, or someone who will not show. Trey won't be coming to your room in an hour as you had told him to. Why? Well, that is the hard part Shel. Trey won't be coming to your room because Trey doesn't know he is supposed to come to your room. Shel, I went to the party tonight as "Major Nelson" to match your "Jeannie" outfit. It was me that touched you, fondled you, and made love to you. I wish I could see your face as you read this. I need to know what reaction you are having to this. This is one time I'm not certain. I know you are angry. You have more than every right to be. I tricked you in a way you never dreamed you would be deceived in your life. I am sorry for the deception. I am not, however, sorry for my actions, or yours. I know that you thought you were with Trey, but you had to feel the difference, somewhere inside you. Something inside had to tell you this wasn't Trey touching you. At least I hope you felt it Shel I'm not good at telling you how I feel. I've told you a few times before that I want no one else but you. We have laughed it off and made light of it, but I said it, and I meant it. I've watched you be honest and loyal to Trey, and whomever else you have dated the past three years. I've waited for the "right" moment to tell you how I feel. I didn't know when the "right" moment was. I capitalized on the party tonight. I'm sorry you thought I was Trey. Did you really think he would be so willing to go as the other half of your sitcom duo? I don't know what he went as, but I know, as you do now, that it wasn't who you wanted him to be. Has he ever been who you wanted him to be? He puts you down and you believe the drivel that he says. He doesn't deserve you. You probably don't think I do either after tonight, and you may be right. I'm not going to make a list of Trey's bad points and my good points to convince you that I'm the best man for you. I hope you already know that. I needed the anonymity of the costume party tonight to be free to show you how I feel. I love you Shel. You are my best friend, my confidant, my pillar, and I want you for my lover. Please forgive me for not being as honest as I should have been. I want you Shelly. I love you. Making love to you was the best thing I've ever done in my life. I felt a love and a passion I knew could exist with the right person. You are that person for me, Shel. I'm sorry for making you think I was Trey. Please talk to me about this. Don't blame yourself, you did nothing wrong. I was selfish and wanted to love you the way I know you need to be loved. I proved to myself and hopefully to you that I can be the one to love you like you need. Call me or E-mail if you want to talk. I'm here and waiting. Love, John Shelly sat with her mouth gaping open. John had been impersonating Trey at the Halloween party? She had made love to John? Shelly put her head in her hands. John had let her live a lie? He had let her make love to him? He loved her? Shelly closed her eyes and wanted to scream and not stop. John was right, he had tried to tell her before that he cared more about her than just "friends." She, he, they, had laughed it off. She had dreamt of being with John intimately on more than one occasion but she never thought it would come to fruition. She had cheated on Trey. She felt awful. Trey had always been faithful to her during their six months. She knew he didn't mess around, his standards were too high for one, she thought with a sigh. How am I going to tell him this? What is he going to do? Would he forgive her? Shelly opened her eyes and read back over the letter on her computer screen. It sounded so sad. John must feel like a complete asshole. Well, he should! Shelly closed her eyes again and realized she was angry. Angry for John to put her in this situation. Angry for John deciding what she needed and what was best for her. It was one thing to think that Trey mistreated her, it was another to let her believe she was making love to her boyfriend when it was really her best friend. Yes, she had felt the sex was different. There were so many times she caught herself paying more attention to the fact that Trey had never done or said what he was saying to her tonight. Well, he still hasn't done or said those things, it wasn't Trey she thought. Shelly knew she had to go talk to Trey. Tell him the truth. Shelly didn't know what to do with John yet. She was still so confused. She knew one thing, Trey, the innocent bystander in all of this, deserved the truth. Making sure the robe was snug around her, she slid into the slippers from her costume and made her way into the hallway. The hall party was over, circles of friends sat around joking and cleaning up the mess everyone had left. Shelly slipped past them as she turned down Trey's corridor. She reached his room and lifted her hand to knock. She heard a moaning sound coming from inside. Was he hurt? She knocked on the door. The moaning stopped. She knocked again and still no answer. She checked the doorknob and it was indeed locked. Shelly was starting to really worry. She glanced across the hall and saw the door for the room across the way was propped open. She ran over to it and knocked lightly. Peeking inside she saw a number of couples dancing. She knew the room belonged to Cindy, a really sweet girl with a great boyfriend. Her room connected to the balcony she and Trey shared. These rooms were suite rooms and they had an outside porch. Shelly saw the sign dangling from the door that read, "Come in and dance!" Shelly didn't want to dance, she just wanted to get to Trey and find out what was wrong. Shelly made her way through the couples in the cramped room and was relieved to see the porch door was wide open to let some much needed cool air in. Shelly walked out onto the porch and felt the sting of the cold night as she walked towards Trey's room. Trey had his blinds closed. The blinds on the glass door didn't go all the way to the floor, only ¾ of the way down. Shelly looked around, no one was on the porch behind her so she got down on her knees. Shelly was thankful to be so close to the ground when she looked inside the room. What she saw made her weak to her stomach, and would have made her fall down had she been standing. There was Trey, on his knees, at the foot of his bed. His head was buried between someone's legs. Very large legs, as a matter of fact, Shelly thought to herself. Shelly could not see who Trey was with but could see his face, his tongue immersed in the pussy of the woman who was splayed out before him. Shelly got down lower and looked up under the blinds. "Oh my God!" she said loudly. Her words were not heard by Trey or the woman whose snatch he was munching away on. Shelly felt tears sting her eyes as she realized she was hearing moaning from Lola! There she lie, still dressed in her Spanish belly dancer outfit, her stomach overflowing the waist of the lace material. She gripped the sheets with both round hands as she moaned "ohhhhh" over and over again. Trey was fucking her pussy with his tongue and she had hold of his head, forcing him in and out. And there, on the floor next to him, was a costume, a body condom. Trey had gone as the condom. It was true, Trey had never even spoken to her all night. He hadn't even been the clown. She had made love to John. Shelly sat back on her heels. The tears streamed down her face. She rose up on her feet, and turned back around to Cindy's room. She made it unseen through the couples that were making out all over the floor and couch. She closed the door behind her and ran to her room. Part 8 * Trick or Treat * Shelly threw open her door, jumped out of the robe, circled the room naked, blowing out every candle that was aglow. Reaching for a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt, she slipped them onto her body and ran out the door again. Shelly needed to run. She needed to clear her head and figure out what her next step was. She was swimming in confusion. After running around the campus on the jog trail she ended up at her favorite spot. The garden pond. The pond that separated her dorm from John's. John. Shelly groaned as she sat down on the bench by the pond. Shelly started to cry. Silently the tears started to roll down her cheeks. Crossing her arms in front of her chest she held herself tight. The night was cold and the moon was full, her favorite fall night. "Hey, this seat taken?" Shelly looked up. John stood before her asking for permission to sit beside her. "Sit," she said and scooted over to make room for him on the bench. "Shel, I'm sorry. I'll never find enough ways to say it, or do enough things to make it better. I'm sorry. I hope you forgive me one day. I'll do everything I can to help mend this or I'll leave you the hell alone if you want me to," he said. They sat for a few minutes in complete silence. The moon reflected off the water and cast shadows around them. "Trey likes fat girls," Shelly said, breaking the silence. "What?" John asked her. "He has been lying the entire time. He has always put heavy girls down. He always monitored my weight so closely. I never would have thought…" she trailed off mid-sentence. John looked at her quizzically and asked, "Okay, did I send you the wrong E-mail or something? Where are the fat girls coming into this night?" "Funny you should ask. After I got your E-mail, I ran to Trey's room. I hadn't heard from him. I hadn't seen him at the party, as I was with you it turns out. I had cheated on him. I owed him a few explanations about tonight. Explanations to questions he wasn't even aware he would ask," she said. "I'm following," John said. "Well, to make a long story short, I had to look into his window and found him looking for buried treasure with his tongue in Lola's pussy!" "Oh my God," was all John could muster. "So, turns out that while I was cheating on him with you, he was cheating on me with Lola. I imagine it wasn't the first time either. Those Spanish tutoring sessions must have been a cover for "quiet time" with Lola. So, I'm in the clear for the guilt of cheating," she said with a sigh. "So is that a bright side to this?" John asked. Shelly laughed. "Yeah, the trick was you pretending to be Trey. The treat is I wasn't really cheating on him, I was being cheated on too," she said. "The treat being you found out what slime Trey really is. Something a few of us already knew," John said. Shelly sighed. She turned to John. "You aren't off the hook mister! What you did was horrible! How could you?" John shrugged. "I know," he said. Shelly shivered in her thin sweatshirt. She turned and looked John in the eye. "I'm mad at you, but I'm not too mad. At least you went after what you wanted and were truthful, in the end, about it. What you wanted was me after all. I cannot be mad at you for that. John, it has been a long night and I'm freezing. I cannot give you all the answers you are searching for tonight, but I can tell you a few things before I freeze to death," she said between chattering teeth. "I'm listening," John said as he took Shelly's hand in his. "I love you on so many levels. Some I wasn't aware of until tonight. I don't need time to think about how you made me feel tonight. You are right, somewhere inside of me I knew that the man I was making love to was a different man. I just happened to believe it was a man that was changing, becoming better than he was, for me. Now I know that better man is you," Shelly said. "Shel-," John began. "I'm not finished John," Shelly said and continued, "hear me out." "Okay," John said. "You made me believe that I cheated on my boyfriend. Something I wouldn't do to him or anyone else. That was not a pleasant feeling to bestow upon someone. You got lucky he was cheating on me. Then again, if you had not said something and I found out later that he wasn't the one that made me feel the way I thought he had, my relationship with him would have been over anyway. Maybe I needed a kick in the pants to see what I had, or have in you, but it wasn't your decision to determine when or if I needed that kick. On the other hand, I won't deny what I felt or what I feel for you. I'm open to this journey. We just have to take it slow," she said. John met her gaze. His eyes brimming with tears. "Come on, let's get you inside. You're freezing," he said, brushing the tears aside. John pulled Shelly to her feet and hugged her close. "So, that outfit, is that only for Halloween or is that something we can discuss further…" he asked her as they made their way back to Shelly's room. Shelly and John's laughter was all the night had left to offer as the full moon glided behind a veil of clouds.