1 comments/ 47624 views/ 3 favorites Sex in the Car By: themarquise Soft music filled my ears as the lights from the dashboard cast shadows over his sharp features. I looked up into his eyes as I leaned close and brushed my lips lightly against his. I moaned at the first taste of him, my hands flattening against his chest, my body leaning as close as I could get to him with the console between us. I felt my nipples harden as his hands slid slowly up my arms as I tilted my head to deepen the kiss he sunk them into my long, thick brown hair. He broke the kiss and leaned back a bit to reach between his legs, moving the seat as far back as it would go. I took the hint from the smile on his face and climbed over him. My pussy already throbbing and wet as I settled on his lap on the driver's side before resuming the kiss. I groaned into his mouth as my pussy pressed against the length of his already hard cock just behind the opening of his jeans. I was glad I wasn't the only one affected in the small space as I shifted my hips, pressing my sex full on against the bulge there. His hands moved to my shoulders pushing down the thin straps of my dress, the cool air moving over my skin like a light caress making my nipples hard as his mouth moved from mine to nip at the tender skin at the base of my throat. I ran my fingers through his short hair as he licked and teased me there, both of us breathing heavy. His dipped his head and captured one hard nip between his teeth. I gripped his head tighter as he ran his tongue slowly around my areola then flicked it across the tip. My back arched, pushing more of my breast into his mouth as his other hand came up, cupping and squeezing as his mouth drew me in slowly. I braced my hands on the roof as me teased me, my hips rocking against his, making my already wet pussy even wetter. His hands trailed up my thighs slowly, under my dress. He groaned low in his throat as he realized what I'd hidden from him all night; I wasn't wearing anything under the little black slinky dress. His hands gripped my ass and pushed me hard against his cock. I brought my hands to his head and lifted his face; kissing him as we ground against each other, dry humping in the small space. I knew if I kept this up, I could come without him laying a finger on me, just from the rubbing of his body against mine. But I didn't want that, I needed him inside me. I shifted slightly slid my hands between us and gripped the top of his jeans, tugging hard and slowly popping open his button fly. I looked up and smiled at him as his cock, hard and hot, popped out into my hand. Seems I wasn't the only one to forgo under things. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and squeezed, sliding up and down as his hands moved over my breasts. I leaned closer and rubbed my clit against the head of his cock, moaning into his mouth as my body clenched in anticipation. I trailed my hands up, running my fingertips over his tight stomach as I slipped them under his shirt and tugged it over his head pressing myself close to him so my breasts were squashed against his bare chest. We moved together as my wetness coated his cock, my clit throbbing as I bumped and ground it against the silky hardness of his shaft. I lifted off him, desperate to have him inside me as his hands gripped my hips and he shifted, positioning me over the tip. The head of his cock opened me, I groaned as I sank down slowly, letting myself feel every inch as he slowly penetrated me. I arched my back, bracing my hands on the roof of the car as my muscles gripped him tight. I slowly started to roll my hips, sweet sensations coursing up and down my body as I moved up and down. I felt it coming, that telltale flutter in my lower belly and I moaned loud, speeding up. My pelvis coming down against his harder, the sounds of our skin slapping against each other filling the car as I rode him harder and harder...reaching for that little taste of ecstasy. His hands never stopped. Teasing my nipples...cupping my breasts...and driving me higher and higher. He slid one down over my hip as his mouth took the place of his hands on my breasts and his fingers moved across my stomach to where we were joined. My body shook as his fingers opened me and started to stroke rhythmically over my hardened clit, I gripped his shoulders and slammed myself hard down on his cock as my pussy clenched around his cock, gripping him tight and I came in a rush of moisture, his name a low moan on my lips. "Yes baby, come for me." His words low and breathy as he took over the pace, his hands on my hips gripping me tight as he pulled me down hard against him. My body clamped around him like a vice as I moved with him, meeting his strokes and coming again on the tails of the first, coating his cock as he fucked me harder and harder reaching for his own release. I leaned forward, one hand snaking below him and gripping his ass, pulling him hard against me as my teeth bit into the soft skin of his neck and shoulder. I half whispered and half groaned into his ear as his thrusts sped up, knowing it would set him off, "That's it baby...fuck me hard...fill me up...god yes baby...you feel so fucking good...I'm so hot and so wet...come for me baby...COME FOR ME!" I squeezed tight around his cock and kissed him hard, our teeth hitting as I groaned into his mouth and came again, my words effected me as much as him as I felt his cock pulse and throb inside me, capturing his groans and low grunts in my mouth as he emptied himself deep. I collapsed against his chest, my body like jello as I felt his cock slowly soften and pull from me, our juices mixing and seeping from my body, coating the insides of my thighs. My head snapped up as I saw the red and blue lights flashing behind the car. "Shit!" We cried out in unison as I all but leaped from my position on his lap and dove into the passenger seat as we hurried to straighten ourselves, finishing just before the light rap on the window. I couldn't help it and laughed quietly to myself as he lowered the fogged glass and blinked into the bright flashlight that shone in his eyes. "Everything ok here folks?" The officer's voice had a trace of amusement in it, I was sure he could smell the scent of our recent activities as it poured out the open window into the cool night. Plus every window in the car was fogged up from the heat we had generated, a dead giveaway. "Everything is fine Sir...we were just umm...talking?" I tried not to smile as your statement came off as more of a question than an answer. The officer looked us both over then pulled back, "Well I trust your 'conversation' is over now...move along please and next time...wait until you get home to have a 'chat.' " His emphasis was on the words conversation and chat; letting us know that he knew exactly what we were up to when he'd arrived. We both laughed out loud as he returned to his car and waited for us to leave, feeling like kids who got caught with their hands in the cookie jar as we pulled out from the side of the dark country road. You smiled as you drove, the promise ringing clear in your words as you spoke, "We will 'talk' more at home baby...maybe a 'chat' in the shower?" Sex in the Cemetery on Halloween This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote. This Halloween contest story is dedicated to Rita and to all of those who have lost a friend or a relative in a driving while under the influence car accident. May they all rest in peace. * Broke but horny, a man beds a woman in the cemetery on Halloween and makes his best friend jealous. "What do you wanna do tonight Dave?" "I dunno," said Larry with shrug and looking over at his friend. "What do you feel like doing?" "To be honest," said Dave with a yawn. "I'm dead tired, dead tired. I have absolutely no energy," he said yawning again. "I feel like the walking dead," said Dave. "I don't feel like doin' anything today, absolutely nothin'." "Me too. I need a shot of adrenaline," said Larry yawning too. "For some reason, I'm always dead tired too but it's Halloween," said Larry. "If only in spirit, we should do somethin'. If nothing else, we should go scare the shit out of someone." "I wish I had a little something, a drink, to get me goin'," said Dave. "Try some of this," said Larry pulling out a pint bottle of bourbon from his jacket. Passing the bottle back and forth, both men took big guzzles. "Yeah, that would be fun to scare someone half to death and I would scare someone to death if I wasn't so dead tired," said Dave looking at his friend while yawning again and causing Larry to yawn too. "I didn't get to bed until after midnight," he said bellowing out a big yawn. "I stayed up to watch the Red Sox play the Tigers." "Too late for me. I couldn't stay up for that. I need my beauty rest. See? Don't I look beautiful," said Larry turning from side to side with a laugh. "So, where'd you really go last night Dave? I was looking for you," said Larry pocketing his bottle of booze. "Go? Last night? I told you, I was watching the game," he said. "Bullshit. I went by your house and you weren't there," said Larry. "Yeah, well, sometimes watching baseball, even the Red Sox, especially the Red Sox is like watching paint drying. I got tired of watching the game, bored actually when they were losing, so I went out," said Dave. "Out where? Where'd you go?" "Out, just out," said Dave with a shrug. "I went for a walk." "Get outta here. You never go out for a walk," said Larry. "You're hiding something. C'mon fess up Dave. Where'd you go? What did you do?" "I, um, had a date," said Dave sheepishly. "A date? No way," said Larry. "You had a date? Get outta here. Who in the Hell would date your bony ass?" Larry looked at his friend. "With who?" "Rita," said Dave quietly. "Rita! Eat her, bone her Rita? Rita's here? No frigging way. I've been trying to bone her for years," said Larry. "Don't call her that," said Dave. "She doesn't like that name and it's offensive to me too." "Oh, so you take her out on one date and what are you boyfriend and girlfriend now?" "We may be," said Dave with an excited grin. "Where'd you take her?" Larry looked at his friend as if expecting Dave to tell him all of the intimate details of his date. "Where'd you go? What did you do? Did you get lucky?" "Take her? Nowhere. I didn't take her anywhere," said Dave ignoring the other questions of Larry's interrogation. "I don't have any money, you know that. After you totaled my car, I don't even have a car." "There's lots of places you can take a woman, even if you don't have any money or a car," said Larry. "Oh, yeah?" Making a face, Dave looked at his friend with doubt that he could take a woman anywhere without having money and/or a car. "Where?" "Where? Lots of places," said Larry. "You could have snuck in the cinema, walked right by security at a rock concert, or gone through a turnstile at a ballgame without anyone seeing you," said Larry. "That's what I usually do when I have a date and don't have any money." "When's the last time you had a date?" Dave rolled his eyes. "Okay, so it's been a while, months actually since I had a date," said Larry. "Months?" Dave raised his eyebrows, made a skeptical face, and laughed. "Okay, you're right, I haven't had a date in years but I haven't found the right woman," said Larry stuffing his hands deep in his pockets with sadness. "I don't just date anyone. I'm particular who I date." Knowing how hard it is being alone and living alone without having a woman in his life, Dave looked at his friend with understanding. "I could ask Rita. She may have a friend or know someone who's looking for a boyfriend," said Dave. "You're a great guy Larry, sometimes," said Dave with a laugh. "Most any woman, some woman, perhaps there's one woman who would want you," he said laughing again. Both men remained quiet until Larry spoke again. * * * * * "I would have liked to have dated Rita," confessed Larry. "I didn't know she was still around. I figured when we left that she was gone for good. I didn't know she was here with us too. I've had the hots for her for years, ever since high school," said Larry falling quiet again. "I know that Larry and I'm sorry to have dated her after knowing how you felt about her," said Dave. "That's not right Dave. That's not fair," said Larry kicking up dirt and not making eye contact with his friend. "I remember you talking about her all the time then. Yet, when I saw her again, love at first sight, it was like seeing her for the first time. You know?" Dave looked at his friend to see if he was understanding or still angry. "Love at first sight?" Larry made a sour face at his friend. "Seriously Dave or was it more like any port in a storm will do?" "Nah, it wasn't like that Larry," she Dave looking at his best friend for some shred of understanding. "When I saw her was as if seeing a familiar face in the crowd. And she was so excited to see me too, you know. Right then and right there, we bonded as if were lost lovers." "Lost lovers my ass," said Larry. "I'm the one who loved her and not you." "Yeah, well, you never did anything about that Larry," said Dave, "now did you?" "I didn't have the chance to tell her how I felt about her after what happened," said Larry. "I know but what happened was more your fault, then it was mine," said Dave. "I know and you're right," said Larry. "It's okay. Really. I'm good with you dating Rita. So, finish telling me what happened." "As if she was a frightened little girl, instead of a 19-year-old woman, lost in a crowd, she took my hand, held it, and wouldn't let go of it," said Dave. "There aren't very many available, young women around to date. All the women that I know are old, wicked old. All the women that I meet are my mother's age, my grandmother's age, or older. Sometimes surrounded by old people, inundated with baby boomers, I feel as if I'm a resident in a nursing home. Do you know what I mean?" "Yeah," said Dave. "I sure do. I know exactly what you mean. A chance in a billion, it was a fluke that I bumped into Rita. I figured I'd never see her again." "So with all the places that you could have taken her for no money and even without having a car, why didn't you take her somewhere nice?" Larry looked at his friend with jealousy. "I dunno, old habits die hard," said Dave. "You're different from me. I can't do anything illegal like sneaking in a cinema, a rock concert, or a ballgame. Besides, what would Rita have thought of me if I did something like that?" He looked at his friend as if insinuating that he was all of what he was about to say. "She'd think that you were showing her a good time," said Larry. "No she wouldn't. She'd think me a cheap ass loser sneaking my date in a movie, a concert, or a ballgame. Next, you'll be suggesting that I steal food from the buffet." "Let me tell you something Dave. There's nothing wrong with stealing food from the Hungry Man Buffet. They have plenty of food to go around. I've don't it before, not so much now. I haven't had much of an appetite lately," he said feeling his bony arms and legs. "Gees, Larry, if you're going to steal food, at least steal food from a better class of restaurant instead of the Hungry Man Buffet," said Dave laughing. "That food sucks." "Yeah, well, considering the circumstances of our dire financial situations with no jobs, no money, and no future actually, I'm sure Rita would have understood," said Larry looking at his friend with curiosity before speaking. "So where did you take her?" As if he was ashamed where he took his date, Dave looked at his friend with embarrassment before confessing the location of his date. "Where else would I take her? I took her to the only place I know to take a woman," said Dave with a shrug. "Okay, I'll bite," said Larry laughing. "And where might the only place that you know to take a woman be?" "I took her to the cemetery, of course," said Dave. "The cemetery? You took Rita to the cemetery? Are you nuts? No way. Get outta here," said Larry laughing. "I like the cemetery. It's quiet and I can think," said Dave. "I dunno, the cemetery feels like home to me, you know." "Spooky, especially on Halloween eve," he said with a laugh. "Why would you take that beautiful woman to the cemetery? If I was dating her, I would have given her a night on the town." Larry looked at his friend, perhaps to see if Dave was pulling his leg but he wasn't. "You must have crept her out taking her to the cemetery." "Think about it Larry. Why else would I take Rita to the cemetery?" "Why? Knowing the suicidal maniac that she is and knowing how she feels about the dead and dying, I have no idea why you'd take Rita to the cemetery." "Duh? I took her to the cemetery to bone her," said Dave with a laugh. "Seriously? You expect me to believe that you took Rita to the cemetery to bone her. No way," said Larry. "You're kidding. Right? Did you really bone her?" "I did. I did indeed bone Rita in the Cemetery," said Dave. "And I'll tell you something too. She was the best lay that I've had in a long time." "Wow! You lucky bastard. Creepy albeit appropriate, a date with Rita on Halloween Eve in the cemetery," said Larry staring at his friend while obviously waiting for him to come clean with the sexual details. "So?" "So what?" "So don't shit me Dave. Be honest and tell me the truth. Did you really bone her?" Larry looked at his friend with apparent hopefulness that he'd share the intimate details of their sexual liaison. "C'mon, you can tell me," said Larry. "We're best friends? I won't tell anyone. Besides, who am I going to tell?" "Out of respect for Rita, I don't kiss and tell Larry," said Dave, "but I'll tell you this much, yes, I did bone Rita." "Damn. You boned eat her, bone her Rita, you lucky son-on-of-a bitch, dirty bastard," said Larry. "God, how I envy you." "Don't call her that Larry. I mean it. She hates that name and I hate that name too. It's so disrespectful," said Dave. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry Dave but you must admit that she's so hot that everyone who sees Rita wants to eat her before sticking their bone in her," said Larry falling pensive. "Forgive me for saying this being that you're involved with her now, but I always wanted to bone her. She has a nice figure." "Figure?" Dave laughed. "What figure? She doesn't have much of a figure since she lost all of that weight. Now she's a board, straight up and down. Yeah, definitely, she's all bones now," said Dave laughing. "Besides she's not your type." "Not my type? Why not?" Larry shot his friend a look. "Why do you say she's not my type? Definitely she's my type. I'd bone her if I could. Definitely, I'd love to stick my bone in her." Larry looked at his friend while shaking his head. "She's shy. She's quiet. She's reserved and very moody. She doesn't talk very much," said Dave. "You'd have nothing in common with her." "Why do you say that? I bet we'd have a lot in common. We come from the same neighborhood and know the same people," said Larry. "Especially with you already boning her and me wanting to bone her too, we have a lot in common," said Larry with a dirty laugh. "She's a complicated woman and you'd never understand all that she's gone through," said Dave. "Are you calling me stupid Larry? You better not be calling me dumb," said Larry. "No, I'm not calling you stupid or dumb, just insensitive. Being that she's so hurt and vulnerability, you're not the right man for her is all that I'm saying," said Dave. "I still don't understand you taking her to the cemetery for your date. What are you a funeral director, a mortician, a forensic pathologist, or a grave digger?" Larry laughed his usual annoying laugh. "Unlike you who's afraid of his own shadow, she likes the cemetery and we go there a lot for long walks while paying our respects to the dead and while reading all the tombstones. Something that I would have never thought of doing before, the cemetery is a fascinating place. There's some very interesting people buried there," said Dave. "Sometimes the best times that I have with her is just sitting there holding her hand with my arm around her while staring at all the tombstones. The cemetery is peacefully quiet," said Dave. "You're both creepy weird to like the cemetery," said Larry looking at his friend with confusion. "You're right, the cemetery does give me the creeps. Yet, you're wrong too. She sounds like my type of woman. Don't talk Honey, just suck," said Larry laughing while holding his hands in his lap as if he was holding a woman's head in place while she sucked him. "You're such an asshole Larry," said Dave. "Gees, Dave, don't be so sensitive. I was only kidding. Okay? I apologize for saying that about Rita," said Larry. "If you ask me, I think Rita's depressed. Yeah, she's wicked depressed. She's tried to commit suicide several times before, you know," said Dave looking at his friend. "Aside from the obvious, there's something in her past that's not right. I don't know this for a fact, as she's hasn't confided in me about that, but I think she was sexually abused by her father when she started college and moved in with him to save some money for her tuition." "I didn't know that," said Larry. "I'm sorry to hear about that." "You know her and you know the type of woman that she is. She's someone who'd never rest in peace. Because of all that she's suffered and endured, she's someone who I treat with kindness and respect. If ever she agrees to be my steady girlfriend, I'd treat her right by not cheating on her because I wouldn't want her haunting my ass," said Dave with a laugh. "So you think that her father had sex with her? Is that why she tried committing suicide so many times before? Wow, that sucks," said Larry looking at his friend. "Well, if you ask me, she's had all kinds of psychological problems growing up with her incestuously perverted father, especially after her mom died and when she moved back home to live with him." "Psychological problems? Now you're talkin' my language," said Larry rubbing his hands together as if he was a fly about to land on a lump of excrement. "What kind of psychological problems? Maybe nymphomania was one of her psychological problems. What do you think? I'd love to meet a nympho," said Larry. "Maybe the two of us can gangbang her. What do you think Dave? Do you think she'd be up for a little group sex? I can get Ritchie to make a real party of—" "You're such an asshole Larry," said Dave. "You really are? How old are you? Grow up. Having never matured past 19-years-old, you still act as if you're a teenager. You don't act like any forty-year-old man that I know." "Yeah, well, whatever. In a lot of ways I still feel as if I am a teenager. I don't feel forty. Do I look forty to you?" Larry looked at his friend. "No actually, you haven't aged a day. You look the same," said Dave. "So now that you told me more about Rita, she sounds like my type of women," said Larry with a laugh. "The women with the most emotional issues are always the best ones in bed." Larry looked at his friend. "I just might steal her away from you buddy." "Go ahead. You so much as go near her and I'll kill you," said Dave. * * * * * They both looked at one another and laughed. "Now that's funny. You, my best friend, killing me," said Larry. "That's a good one. See? I knew the old Dave was still in there somewhere. I'm so glad you removed the stick that was up your ass long enough to make me laugh." "You're incorrigible Larry. You always think the worst of everyone, especially women," said Dave. "Everything with you is sex, sex, and more sex. You need to get laid my friend," said Dave. "Maybe if you fixed me up with Rita and she willingly allows me to bone—" "Fat chance Larry. Fat chance," said Dave. "Actually, I don't think the worst about everyone. Admittedly I do about think the worst about most people," he said with a laugh. "Okay, I do think about sex, sex, and sex all the time," said Larry. "Yet, I've always thought well of Rita. I always liked, really liked her," he said staring at his friend while humping the air with his hips before fingering his boner. "So? Are you going to tell me?" "Tell you what?" "How was she in the boneyard?" "I'm not telling you that. That's none of your business Larry, especially with you touching yourself in that disgusting way," said Dave watching his friend fingering his boner. "You're not telling me because you didn't even get to first base," said Larry. "Is that it? Did you at least feel her tits?" "Tits? What tits? Rita has no tits. She's flat as a board," said Dave. "You know that." "Did she blow you?" Larry elbowed his friend in the ribs. "C'mon Dave, tell me. Did she suck you?" "Okay, yeah, she did," said Dave. "She sucked me." "Oh my God, no way. I knew it. I just knew when you told me that you took Rita to the cemetery that she sucked you. There's just something so romantic about that place," said Larry with a laugh. "I still can't believe you took her to the cemetery of all places to bone her." "Actually with all the peaceful quiet and the big full moon overhead, conducive to having sex in public and yet in private, the cemetery is a very romantic place," said Dave nodding his head. "I swear to God. I'd do anything for a blowjob from Rita, even if I had to take her to the cemetery to get one," said Larry grabbing at himself in the way that Michael Jackson used to do. "So how was it?" "How was what?" Dave looked at his friend with confusion. "The blowjob Dave, the suck job. How was the blowjob?" Ready for him to tell him all of the details, Larry looked at his friend with sexually excited anticipation. "Oh that. Well, it was just okay," said Larry. "Actually it wasn't so great. I've had better blowjobs before. Maybe her reluctance to suck me had something to do with her giving oral sex to her father. I dunno. It's all just supposition on my part." "Oh," said Larry. "Sorry about that. Yeah, being forced to suck her Dad would definitely turn her off to giving someone else head," said Larry falling quiet again. "At least tell me this." "Tell you what?" "Did she swallow?" "Gees, Larry, you're unbelievable," said Dave. "C'mon, Dave. Give me something to masturbate over later," said Larry. "Did she swallow?" "Maybe I don't want you masturbating over Rita in that way," said Dave. "Dave, c'mon, be a buddy. I have nothing and you have Rita. Give me something to sooth the savage, horny beast that resides deep within me," said Larry laughing. "Yeah, she swallowed but not really. She tried swallowing but it just dribbled right out of her," said Dave. * * * * * Dave and Larry walked around the neighborhood looking for something to do on Halloween night. Everyone seemed to be having Halloween parties but they weren't invited. Not very popular after their car accident, a real nuisance, no one wanted them around anymore, not even their own families, especially their own families. It was if that one accident separated and angered the entire neighborhood. Seemingly in the way that people screamed at them whenever they arrived at a party uninvited, with Dave and Larry both hating rejection, they stopped hanging out with their old friends and even visiting their own families. Sex in the Cemetery on Halloween "Dave! Look at that," said Larry. "Look at what?" "Do you see what I see?" "What do you see Larry?" "There's a brand new, red, Mustang GT with the keys in it," said Larry pointing while walking closer to the car to peer in the driver's side window. "Damn, look at this thing. It's a standard too. How hot is this car?" "So? We don't have a license anymore Larry and you don't even know how to drive a standard. After you crashed my car in a wall and totaled it, the judge took our licenses away from the both of us," said Dave. "And do remember what happened the last time we went on a joy ride in a stolen car?" "Remember it? Of course I remember it. How could I ever forget it? I crashed the car in a tree. What a rush! What a rush! Wow! I'm still living with the aftermath of that," said Larry looking over at his friend and laughing. "Looking at these scars," he said lifting his shirt. "I must have a hundred stitches from my groin to my chest." "I'm telling you right now Larry and I mean it, I'm not getting in another stolen car with you, especially with you behind the wheel driving. You're the worst driver, especially at high speed." "I'm sorry for crashing your car in a wall Dave," said Larry. "Okay? And I'm sorry for crashing the stolen car in a tree too," he said with an insincere laugh. "It's time you forgave me for that." "Yeah, well, Larry, your apology isn't good enough. Truth be told, I can forgive you for crashing my car in a wall, that was repairable, but I can never forgive you for crashing that stolen car in a tree," he said looking at his friend with hatred. "I swore right then and there, if I survived, I'd never ride in another car with you," said Dave. "Look there's Ritchie. Now there's a man who knows how to drive and he knows how to drive a car with a standard transmission," said Larry poking Dave in the ribs with his boney elbow. "Ritchie! Yo Ritchie!" Larry waved him over. "Larry, Dave," said Ritchie shaking hands with them. "What's up?" "I'll tell you what's up," said Larry pointing to the car. "A brand new, Mustang GT with the keys in it." "No way," said Ritchie looking from Larry to Dave and to the hot car. In the way that Larry just did, Ritchie walked to the car to peer in the driver's side window too. "What do you say fellas?" Ritchie looked from Dave to Larry again but this time with a big assed shit eating grin on his face. "Wanna go for a ride?" "Sure," said Larry getting in the car. "But first I need something for my Mojo," said Ritchie. "Do you have any distilled spirits?" He looked to Larry. "You know I do," said Larry pulling out the bottle of half empty bourbon. "Ritchie guzzled most of it before handing the bottle back to Larry. "Ah, suddenly, I feel reinvigorated and energized," said Ritchie getting in the driver's seat and firing up the engine. "Dave. C'mon get in. Hurry before someone comes." "Uh, uh, not with Ritchie driving. He drank nearly half a pint of bourbon," said Dave. "Don't be silly Dave. He's immune to alcohol. Having a drink before he drives makes him a better driving," said Larry. "Are you sure you're not impaired Ritchie?" Dave looked at his friend to see if he was inebriated. "I'm good," said Ritchie. "You coming or not?" "I can't believe you're going to steal another car after the last time we stole a car and crash it," said Dave. "C'mon Dave. Don't be such a pussy. It's Halloween. Let's have some fun," said Larry. "Punch it Ritchie. Let's see what this baby can do in the quarter mile." "Larry! What if we crash in another tree?" Buckling his seatbelt, Dave held on to the front seat for dear life before being pushed back in his seat when Ritchie went from first to second gear and peeled rubber all the way. "What if we're all killed?" Larry turned to his friend and laughed. "Dave?" Larry looked at his best friend with patient understanding. He smiled at him as if he was a funeral director and they were both at a friend's funeral. "What?" Out of his control to stop it or to change anything, Dave looked at Larry with unconcealed fright for what was about to happen. "Don't worry Dave. You're safe. Even if we crash the car in another tree, we won't die," said Larry laughing. "Won't die? Are you crazy? Why not?" Even though Dave knew why they wouldn't die, couldn't die, unable to stop himself from blurting it out in the way that he always blurted it out so very long ago, he still felt compelled to ask the same question over again. "Because we're dead already silly. Now sit back and enjoy the ride. Let's go Ritchie. Let's see what the top speed is on this baby before we hit dead man's curve," said Larry. Dave signed himself and began silently praying while Ritchie peeled rubber shifting from second to third and third to fourth. * * * * * "911, what's your emergency?" "A car just went by me at a high rate of speed but there was no one driving it," said the woman. "No one driving it?" "Not that I could see," she said. "Have you been drinking ma'am?" "No not a drop. I'm driving my children home from a Halloween party," she said. "Did you get a license plate?" "No, it zoomed by me too fast." "What about the make and model," said the dispatcher. "Do you know what kind of car it is?" "It was a Ford, a Mustang, a Ford Mustang. Yeah definitely it was a Mustang, a new Mustang," she said. "What color was the car?" "Red. It was red, a bright red." "All cars be on the lookout for a new, red Mustang," said the dispatcher. "I have the car in sight," said Andy, a rookie patrolman calling it in when the car blew right by him as if he was standing still instead of doing 55mph. Hitting the siren and the blue lights, he stomped on the throttle to chase the felon. "We're in hot pursuit but I don't see anyone driving the car," he said to dispatch. "It's probably a stolen car or maybe they're fleeing from a robbery, a home invasion, or a murder," said the rookie. "Andy," said his partner. "What?" "Don't bother chasing them," said his partner with insightful understanding. "It's okay. Let them go. If we could drive 200mph, we couldn't stop what's about to happen if we tried." "Don't bother chasing them? Are you crazy? Why not? According to my radar, they blew by me at 130mph and they're still accelerating." "They're already dead." "Dead? What do you mean they're already dead?" "They're ghosts, residual ghosts," said the senior officer. "Residual ghosts?" Andy looked at his partner with fright. "What's that?" "Don't you watch Ghost Hunters on TV?" "Nah, who has time for TV when working the graveyard shift and double shifts," said the rookie. "As if they're doomed to repeat what happened to them over and again in the way of a looping movie, as if they're living in the Twilight Zone, residual ghosts go through what happened to them at the time of their death," said the cop. "Wow," said the rookie. "You didn't grow up around here, did you?" "No, I'm from up north," he said. "We go through this every Halloween, the day that those three teenagers, all 19-years-old, died more than 20 years ago, when they crashed their stolen car in a tree," said the patrolman taking off his hat, bowing his head, and making the sign of the cross. "What if they hurt someone? What if they crash?" "Trust me, they won't hurt anyone and they'll definitely crash in the same tree, on Halloween night, and at the same time of night," said the cop. "I'll point out the tree when we get there. It's right up here by the side of the road by blind man's curve. There won't be anything, no car and no bodies, but for a rest in peace marker left by their family and friends years ago." THE END This is a Halloween contest story. Please vote.