3 comments/ 17776 views/ 3 favorites The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown By: True North Getting out of his truck in the parking lot, Charlie gazed up at the sky. Grey, gloomy, a light snow was knocking the coloured leaves out of the trees. Charlie sighed. Fall. A warm fall was fine, the kind they called an Indian summer, but the problem with fall was that it meant winter was approaching, and Charlie wasn't much of a fan of winter. Then again, he wasn't a fan of October either. For pretty much his whole life, people had made fun of his name in October. Nobody cared that Charlie Brown was an old family name, that he was named after a popular uncle. No, right back to early days in school it was, 'Hey Charlie Brown, did you get coal for Halloween?' Or, 'Hey Charlie Brown, we were going to invite you a party, but figured you'd be out in the pumpkin patch.' Or, 'Hey Charlie Brown, are you and Linus spending the night in the patch?' The latter always with a wink wink, nudge nudge familiarity. Hilarious. Needless to say, Charlie Brown wasn't a fan of Halloween; hadn't really taken part in festivities since he was a young kid. And this year, despite a new job as an editor with a publishing house and being just four months in, it had started again. Again, hilarious. A copy of the Charles M. Schultz book appeared on his desk one day, a cupcake with pumpkin frosting and a Jack O' Lantern face on it another. Someone had sent him an anonymous porn link of people fucking in Halloween costumes, someone else dumped a bag of Halloween candy kisses in his desk drawer. Charlie sighed again as he walked to his office, waved hello to the receptionist, Dianne, who seemed to be stifling a chuckle. He hung his coat on a hook, walked back down the hall to the coffee machine and poured a black one. Walking back to his office, past Dianne, he noticed she was about to say something. "Can you please just make it Charlie, Dianne? No need to say my entire name." "Sure, Charlie. I was just going to say a package was delivered for you a while ago." She reached down to the floor beside her, Charlie got a glance of some nice cleavage, then she handed him a shoebox-sized package from a courier company. "Here you go, Charlie." "Thanks," he took the package, then carried it and his coffee back to his office. He put the package on his desk and looked at it as he sipped. No doubt, he thought, it's another Halloween gag. Well, at least it was Friday. The day passed quickly. He had a ton of work and at lunchtime, he carried the package to his truck, then drove to McSweeney's for pub grub and a pint. After taking a long lunch, he jumped back in his truck to head for the office again. The package on the seat beside him, though, caught his attention and he decided to open it. In the parking lot again, he cut through some tape with a penknife, opened the box and fished through a bunch of packing material to find a single envelope inside. He pulled it out and looked at it... no writing, no return address, just To Charlie Brown written neatly on the front. Charlie slit the envelope open and pulled out the note inside. He unfolded it and found it to be an invitation, very brief. Charlie Brown, it read, you are invited to the Pumpkin Patch Masquerade Ball at Blackstone House, Halloween Night, 8 p.m. It was signed, The Little Redheaded Girl. What the hell, he thought, it figured, another Halloween prank; but it looked kind of official. And Blackstone House, downtown, was a pretty upscale and high end location. He gazed at the invitation and realized there was a faint aroma of pumpkin on it. What the? he thought. How would someone manage to do that? More importantly, he wondered, who was the Little Redheaded Girl? He didn't know any readheads. Back at his office, Charlie decided to call the Blackstone and see if the invite was legit. Someone at the desk assured him the masquerade ball was taking place on Halloween, but had no idea who might have sent him the invitation. In the back of his mind, Charlie wondered if the invite was one of those 'invite a nerd' or 'invite a loser' and win something pranks... where he was being invited just because of his name and where the whole thing could go pear-shaped when he arrived. At any rate, he finished his Friday work, headed home, cracked a beer and watched a hockey game. Still, though, he couldn't help but wonder about the invitation. Whether it was legit or not. By morning, having gone over it all in his mind over night, he'd decided. He'd suck it up and go to the Pumpkin Patch Costume Ball. Maybe this Little Redheaded Girl would be there. It could be a drag, stupid, or, he supposed, it could be a decent party and he hadn't been to one for a while. It's on, Redheaded Girl, whoever you might be, it's on. Being Saturday, and with the ball the next evening, Charlie hit a few stores, trying to decide what he might wear to the ball. Then it struck him, if someone was trying to play him for a sucker, he might as well go all out and go as Charlie Brown from the book/comics/cartoons. Charlie spent the morning hitting a couple of stores, buying brown shoes, yellow socks, a pair of black shorts and a large yellow collared t-shirt, even a Lone Ranger-style mask to cover his eyes. He couldn't track down a Charlie Brown-like yellow shirt with the black zig zaggy line around it, so he picked up some permanent markers to draw it on himself. Back at home, he discovered how difficult it was to draw straight lines on a shirt with markers. After a trip back to the store for another shirt, he spent a couple of hours very, very carefully drawing the black zig zags on a new shirt. Really, the key to the costume was the shirt, so he tried to make it as perfect as he could. He even watched an episode of It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown, to try and mimic Charlie's walk. Putting on his costume, such as it was, he looked at himself a mirror. Not bad, he thought, not bad. Baggy shirt, shorts to his knees, shoes and socks. But something was missing. Then he realized what it was. In the books, TV shows, etc., Charlie was bald. Hmm... buy a bald wig thing? Shave his own hair off? Well, he thought, all in it was. In the bathroom, Charlie pulled out a hair trimming kit. He looked at himself in the mirror, then started clipping his hair off. He worked slowly, switching to shorter trim levels, until, like Peanuts' Charlie Brown... he was bald. Wow, he thought, first time since a baby. He ran a hand over his now-smooth head. What the hell, he thought, if this party is a bust and people at work ask why I did it, I'll say it was for a cancer fundraiser. Looking in the mirror again, he thought his head looked a little too white, but it would do. Now he looked more like Charlie Brown of the cartoon shows. On the day of Halloween, Charlie watched football on TV, drank some beer, ate a couple of meals and couldn't help but wonder how going to the Masquerade Ball would end up. He knew he'd feel dopey arriving as Charlie Brown, although, he thought, nobody would actually recognize him, with the mask and his newly-shaved head. If the whole thing was stupid, he figured, he could duck out and nobody would be the wiser. At 7 p.m., Charlie changed into his cartoon-type costume, picked up his invitation and headed out. Stepping into cold Oct. 31 air, he thought, shit, my head is freezing. Who'd want to be bald on purpose? But he jumped in his truck, drove downtown and parked in the underground parkade at Blackstone House. Stepping into an elevator, he read a poster that proclaimed the Masquerade Ball was to be held in the Grand Ballroom on the seventh floor. Charlie pressed 7, slipped on his mask and was swept upward to who knew what? As he stepped out of the elevator on the seventh floor, Charlie was greeted by a loud band playing and hundreds of people mingling about in all manner of costume. A very busty server in a Playboy bunny costume offered to take his coat and gave him a check number while another server dressed as Elmer Fudd offered him a tray of champagne. Taking a glass, Charlie walked into the Grand Ballroom. Looking around, he could see why it was so named. The ballroom was a huge hall, disco balls were spinning high above, the floor was tiled in black and white and everywhere there were ornate window coverings, furniture, tables laid with canapés and dozens of chafing dishes were strategically placed around the room. Charlie found a spot with a good view of the band and, seeing that the Masquerade Ball seemed legit, threw back the champagne, took another off a tray being offered by an attractive witch and filled a small plate with some food samplers. Looking around, he saw that costumes ranged from Dick Tracy to a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (he was glad others had gone with a TV scheme), to a knockout he figured was Scarlett O'Hara, accompanied by an older Colonel Saunders looking guy who was likely supposed to be Rhett Butler. As he looked around, mostly for a Little Redheaded Girl, he saw costumes representing Star Wars and Star Trek, superheroes like Batman and Wonder Woman, and all manner of witches, robots, Draculas and fantasy characters. As he wandered about, he moved in and out of dances with another Playboy bunny, a girl in a referee outfit who rubbed playfully against him and a Lily Munster with deep, deep cleavage who gave his crotch a squeeze when she wandered off and into the crowd. With another champagne in hand, Charlie found himself crushed into a doorway next to a stack of speakers, just off-stage from the band. As the band switched to a rock music set, Charlie drank his third, or fourth? champagne and just took it all in. The ballroom was warm and his nostrils caught the scent of many perfumes emanating from warm bodies. Some costumes were minimalistic, others extravagant. Everywhere he looked, people he didn't, couldn't, recognize were drinking, eating, dancing and talking. He thought he heard glass break from behind the speakers and when he bent to look behind them, he saw an Indiana Jones and a nurse passionately kissing. Looking up at the side of the stage, he saw that the bass player was also watching the pair as he played. Tongues deep in each others' mouths, as Charlie watched, Indiana popped open some buttons on the nurse's uniform and reached inside to cop a feel. That's going well, he thought. Charlie watched as the nurse reached down to Indiana's crotch and began to rub him through his pants. As he leaned a little further to watch, someone bumped into him and almost sent him into the speakers. Angry, he turned to tell whoever it was off, only to be confronted by the biggest pumpkin, or Jack O' Lantern, he'd ever seen. And the head sticking out of the pumpkin was wearing a wig of a brilliant red like he'd never seen before. The long red hair framed a pretty face that was highlighted by a dark green mask over her eyes. Looking down, Charlie noted bright orange, very high heels, and shapely legs in green nylons. He stepped back... he had to, as the pumpkin, with stylized fierce Jack O' Lantern face on the front, had to be three feet in diameter and there was barely room enough for the two of them in the doorway. The pumpkin's arms stuck out through the sides and had a flute of champagne in each. She offered Charlie one. He took it and smiled. "Good grief, Charlie Brown" she shouted, with a laugh, "I'd have thought you, of all, people, would recognize The Great Pumpkin when you saw her." Yelling above the music, he noted a pleasant aroma of booze and pumpkin pie. He leaned toward the Great Pumpkin... looking closely at her. "I'm sorry," he shouted back. "Do I know you?" "You've been waiting in a pumpkin patch for years and years, waiting for me, Charlie Brown," she yelled back. She moved closer, leaning toward him, her pumpkin costume pressing against him. "I hardly recognized you... bald..." she laughed. "It looks good on you." She leaned back to finish her champagne and teetered a bit on her heels, then fell into him slightly. She looked up at him, "sorry, I don't wear these often." Having caught the pumpkin, it filled his arms and she rested against him momentarily, leaving him with the odd sensation of hugging someone huge, but someone he couldn't feel. "Are you drunk?" She looked up at him and shouted. "No. Tipsy, maybe, but not drunk. Are you?" He looked down at her. He was sure he didn't know her, but clearly this was the Little Redheaded Girl who sent the invitation. "No, I'm not either." "Have another drink then, Charlie Brown, we can get drunk together." "You sent me the invitation to this ball?" he shouted. "Of course, Charlie Brown." She pushed away from him and looked around the ballroom. "Do you see any other redheaded pumpkins here?" "No," he shouted, "But do I know you, the real you?" "No, but I've been watching you, Charlie Brown." She fell against him again, the puffy pumpkin costume bunching up between them. She winked at him, awkwardly reached to sip her drink and smiled. "I do love champagne," she giggled. "Don't you, Charlie Brown?" He studied her face from close up. Did he recognize her? There was something vaguely familiar... "No, I prefer beer, but this is a party." On stage, the band started in on a slower ballad. "Want to dance, Charlie?" she asked. She didn't wait, but pushed the bulk of her pumpkin past him, taking his hand as she did so, and pulled him into the ballroom. Pumpkin, as he began to think of her, teetered a bit on her heels again, but he grabbed hold of a handful of costume material, took her hand and tried to pull her close. The pumpkin again bunched up between them, so Charlie felt like he was holding a foamy, stuffed bag of laundry. Still, he thought, she looked and smelled good. Up close, he studied her face again, looked into her eyes and tried to see her actual hair colour. Again, there a vague tingle of recognition, but he couldn't say he knew her. Pumpkin looked at him as he studied her, then reached up to run her fingertips over his shaved head. "I like it Charlie Brown." As another server passed, they placed their glasses on a tray and began swaying to the music, the pumpkin, which was now become annoying, stuffed between them. Pumpkin crushed even closer to him, putting her head on his shoulder. Again, Charlie noted the tasty aroma of pumpkin pie on her and up this close, he saw a dark green hue to her eyes. He tried his best to get his arms around her, but the pumpkin costume defeated his efforts to get some idea of the body inside the pumpkin. If he put his arms way around her, he got a big armful of puffy pumpkin. He settled for taking a hand in his and with the other he steered her around the floor, bumping into people who weren't watching, soaking up the music, still wondering who the pumpkin was, looking to see if he recognized anyone else, realizing he was hungry. Thoughts of his stomach evaporated when he felt one of pumpkin's hands caressing his crotch as they moved. She'd slipped a hand under his oversized shirt and was gently rubbing him through his shorts. She lifted her head from his shoulder and looked him in the eyes as she fondled him. "Good grief, Charlie Brown, not going to pull away?" He smiled down at her as she continued fondling him, then looked around to see if anyone had noticed his now aroused state. Nobody had. "No, that would spoil the mood, wouldn't it?" He pressed into her hand and she gave him a squeeze. "You're not pulling away either?" "Of course not, Charlie Brown," she said with a smile, "this was all my idea, remember?" He pushed into her hand again. "Yes, it was, and I'm thinking it was a damn fine idea." She stopped moving with him then, and removed her hand from his crotch. Looking up at him, she smiled and said, "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, Charlie Brown." "You know my name, but I don't know yours," he replied. "Call me whatever you want, I guess, Charlie Brown. You'll think of something." Charlie wasn't sure what she meant by that, but as they continued moving together to the music, she took his hand that gripped her costume and moved it to the front, between them. Looking into his eyes, she reached up between them, pinched a black triangle of material that was an eye of the Jack O' Lantern, and peeled it back. "Want a Halloween treat, Charlie Brown?" She winked at him. Charlie looked down to where she had peeled the black eye triangle back and noticed that it seemed to offer access into the pumpkin costume. He looked around to see if anyone was watching, but on the packed dance floor, everyone was busy with their partner. Saying nothing, he reached in through the eye hole and touched a bare shoulder inside. As he did, she watched his face, smiling as he touched her inside the costume. He reached a little further inside, running his fingertips over her arm, then under, to her side. "Not pulling away?" "No Charlie Brown." Encouraged, Charlie moved his hand inside her Jack O' Lantern and cupped a bare breast in his hand. She stiffened a little as he did, but as he began fondling her, she relaxed into him a little more. Her breast filled his hand nicely and as he ran his thumb over a nipple, he noticed a sharp intake of her breath. He reached in further to fondle her other breast, then ran his fingertips downward, over her belly. Damn, he thought, she doesn't have a thing on under there. As he looked into her eyes as they moved, he bent a bit to reach down and cup one of her cheeks. Kneading it with his hand, she smiled at him again. "Happy Halloween, Charlie Brown." He ran a hand over her bare back and she shivered. "It is now, Pumpkin." She giggled at that, then moved away from him, causing his arm to pull out of her Jack O' Lantern. She closed the black eye triangle and, as she moved away from him, he was glad for the oversized shirt, which covered his hardness. She took both his hands in hers and began pulling him through the crowd on the dance floor. He followed along happily. As she pulled him past a table laden with food, she let go of one of his hands and picked up a pumpkin pie. She pulled him back into the doorway they had originally been in. Slightly quieter as the band had toned things down, she held up the pie. "Want to eat some pumpkin, Charlie? Pie, I mean?" She giggled. "Here?" he asked. "Should we move to a table?" "No Charlie. I have a room here. Would you care to join me? We don't need a table here with everybody else." Seriously? he thought, then shrugged. "Yes, Pumpkin, I think I'd like that." She giggled again at his use of the name Pumpkin. "Oh, you'll like it, Charlie Brown. Pumpkin is very tasty here." She winked at him, then handed him the pie. "You carry this." She reached behind, unlatched the door, opened it, then pulled him into a hallway. "Follow me, Charlie," she said as she walked down the hall outside the door. He did follow, watching her legs move and noting she seemed steadier on her heels. Maybe the champagne had worn off, he thought. Good or bad? As he walked behind her, he asked, "Are you going to tell me who you are?" "No, I'm not," she said over a shoulder. "It can be a Halloween surprise, just for you, Charlie Brown. I know who you are, that's enough." Charlie shrugged and followed. At the end of a long hall, she finally stopped at a room door, tucked an arm inside the Jack O' Lantern and brought out a key, which she opened the door with. She walked inside. Is this it, he wondered, where I get a nasty surprise? He looked up and down the empty hallway, saw nobody around, then stepped inside the room. He watched as Pumpkin picked up a lighter and walked around the room, lighting candles placed everywhere. She walked back to him, took the pie from him and took one of his hands. She pulled him into a bedroom lit only by a few candles. She set the pie down on a table by the bed, then stepped back in front of him. Pulling her arms inside the Jack O' Lantern, she appeared to fumble around, then he heard a zipper being pulled. As she looked at him, the Jack O' Lantern opened down the back, in almost halves. She pushed the halves open and, as he watched, it fell to the floor around her legs. Free of the costume, she wore only heels, nylons, white garters and garter belt, wig and mask. Candlelight played over her as he stared and she stepped out of the pumpkin costume. She looked as she had felt when he touched her inside the Jack O' Lantern, quite full breasted, toned... and bare. The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown "Wow. Are you going to take off the wig and mask, too?" he asked. "I'd like to know who you are." "No, those are staying on." She giggled, tilted her head to one side and spread her legs a little, allowing candlelight to shine between her legs from behind. "Are you going to take your costume off, Charlie Brown, or just look?" Charlie felt like he'd be happy to just look at her all night, but... As she sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs, Charlie thought what the hell and pulled his oversized shirt off. Then, as he looked at her and she licked her lips, he undid the button on his shorts, pulled the zipper down and pushed them down. They dropped to his ankles and he kicked them away, leaving him with his boxers on, tented. "Go on, Charlie Brown," she whispered from the bed. He looked at her, then pushed his boxers down to his ankles, his cock springing free, and kicked them away. He quickly reached down, untied his shoes, pulled them off as he hopped in front of her a bit, then pulled his socks off as well. He then stood, cock pointing straight out toward her, and looked at her. "And since you know who I am..." He pulled off his mask and tossed it on the floor. "It's my turn to say 'wow'," Charlie Brown. She uncrossed her legs, held up her hands and beckoned him. He stepped closer and she beckoned again, so he stepped closer still, until he was right in front of her, cock pointing almost at her face. "Mmm. Nice," she said. "Now then..." She leaned back, reached for the pie and sat back to face him again. Digging her fingers into the pumpkin pie, she scooped a bit out. Taking his cock in hand, she smeared the pie over his head, then bent to take him into her mouth. "Mmmm," she moaned. As he looked down, she kept her fingers wrapped around him and licked and sucked all the pie off him. Pulling off him with a pop, she looked up at him. "That's tastes like more," she said with a giggle." "Oh, please do, Pumpkin. Feast away," he said with a laugh and she giggled. Still holding him, she dipped her fingers back into the pie, scooped some more and smeared it over him. Admiring her handiwork, she again took him into her mouth, the vibrant red hair of the wig framing her face, her eyes sparkling from behind the mask. She closed her eyes and again sucked and licked the pie from him as he watched, hands on his hips. "Mmmm," she moaned and ran her tongue around and around the head of his cock, looking up at him. Okay, Charlie thought, I don't know what this is, but it feels like heaven. Pumpkin pulled back, her fingers still wrapped around him and smiled. "I need more champagne, Charlie, it's on the dining table." She let go of him and sat back. Charlie looked down at her and let his eyes wander over her body again. The candlelight threw her face into some shadow, but highlighted the curve of her breasts, illuminated a flat belly and trimmed bush and put a sheen on her green nylons. "All righty," he said, then tore himself away from his study of her body. He turned and walked out of the bedroom to a dining area where there was a bottle of champagne in a pail of ice. He pulled the bottle out, pulled the foil from the top and, as he untwisted the wire holding the cork in, felt Pumpkin press against him, her breasts warm on his back. She kissed his shoulders as he freed the cork, which dinged off a light over the table. As he reached to pour the champagne into a couple of glasses on the table, she stepped from behind him and put the pie on the table. Picking up a knife on the table, she sliced the pie into cubes then stepped close to him and took a flute he offered. She sensuously sipped the cold bubbly, running her tongue around the rim of the glass. Charlie clinked his glass to hers and watched her mouth. "Yummy." He then watched as she lowered her flute, poured some in her hand, then, looking down, washed off the head of his cock with the champagne. The sensation of the bubbly on his head was fantastic and he could only look down and watch as she stroked him and rinsed him off with it. He moaned at her touch and she looked up and giggled. "Now it's your turn, Charlie Brown." She set her glass on the table and walked around behind him again, running fingertips across his back. As he turned to follow her with his eyes, she pulled a chair away, then hopped up a bit to sit on the edge of the table. Lying back on the table, Charlie watched as she dug into the pie with one hand. She picked out cubes, then placed them; one in the hollow of her throat, another between her breasts, another on her belly button and a last one on her mound, in the trimmed hair there. As he watched, she then carefully placed one high heeled foot on either arm of the chair and put her hands behind her head, smiling at him. Needing no further encouragement, Charlie moved to the side of the table, then bent to the pie cube at her throat. He took it in his mouth, chewed and swallowed it, then kissed her throat a couple of times. She moaned contentedly. He then kissed his way down to the tidbit of pie between her breasts and she arched her back to meet him. Gobbling the pie, he nuzzled into her breasts, kissed each nipple, then moved to the belly button pie. He ate it as well, then licked into the tiny hollow. Bending low, he turned his head and placed his cheek on her belly to gaze at the last morsel, tempting him from atop a patch of pubic hair. He turned his head the other way and looked at her face from between her breasts as she lifted her head to watch him. Smiling, he then kissed his way back up between her breasts, to her throat. Moving to the side of the table, he lowered his arms onto it so his face was above hers. He looked into her eyes, then bent to kiss her gently. He tasted pumpkin and champagne as their lips met. She reached up to put a hand on the back of his head, opening her mouth as she did so, and he plunged his tongue in to touch hers. Bent over the table and resting on his arms, they kissed for long moments, exploring each other's mouth, tongue and teeth. He slipped his tongue under hers and caressed the slick underside. He pulled back, looking at her. "Yum." She smiled up at him. "Yum indeed." Then she lifted her head to give him another quick kiss. "Charlie?" "Yes?" "Eat me, Charlie Brown," she whispered. "Please." "Are you going to tell me who you are?" "No, I'm not. Just enjoy." He stayed there, gazing at her face, into her eyes, puzzled. She knew who he was, he had no idea who she was. Why, he wondered, was this going so well then? It seemed not right, and yet so right, at the same time. He sighed a bit, looked down at the remaining morsel of pie and decided to carry on (as if he was going to stop, he realized). He stood, then moved to the end of the table. Taking one of her ankles, he lifted up a shapely leg, ducked under it and sat in the chair between her legs. She put her heeled foot back on the arm of the chair, then got up on her elbows to look at him. She smiled at him and he began kissing the inside of her thighs, moving from one to the other, slowly edging closer to her waiting pussy. Charlie moved his face close, then blew warm air over her. She moaned and he looked up at her. As she smiled, winked and nodded at him, he put his shoulders under her thighs and took the last piece of pie in his mouth. Chewing it quickly, he swallowed the pie, then kissed around her mound, nuzzling into her pubic hair and barely, just barely, touching his tongue to her lips. She gasped as he touched his warm tongue to her warm, slippery lips. He parted her lips with his tongue, slipping it inside her, tasting her, adding her flavour to the pumpkin and champagne already on his tongue. As she clamped her thighs over his ears, Charlie contentedly lapped at her, first running his tongue up and down between her lips, then opening his mouth wide to slip it into her as deep as he could. Pumpkin began moving with him, using her hips and legs to keep her pussy pressed against his mouth as he probed. Bobbing his head between her legs as he licked, sucked at her lips and slipped his tongue inside her, she reached down between her legs with one hand and pulled his face into her. Glancing up to see her watching him carefully, she placed his tongue on her clit and kept it there. Slowly, he moved his tongue on her clit, toying with it and causing her to moan loudly. He sucked it between his lips, then teased with his tongue, driving her crazy. She clamped her thighs tight to his head, keeping his face between her legs and ran her hand around his shaved skin. Finally, as he quickly flicked his tongue over her clit, she moaned very loudly, clamped her thighs so tight to his ears he couldn't hear, and bucked against him using her hips and ass. Finally, Pumpkin couldn't take it anymore. She spread her legs, releasing his head, then pushed him away with a hand on his forehead. Charlie pulled back as Pumpkin sat up in front of him, then bent forward to suck a firm nipple that was hovering near his face. "My god, Charlie," she whispered as she reached to caress his face. Looking at him, she bent a leg sharply, put a heel on his shoulder and pushed him back into the chair. He looked up, watching as her breasts heaved as she panted. He gazed at her pussy, agape before him, then reached to slip a middle finger slowly into her. Again, she moaned as he slipped his finger deeper inside, then curled his finger in her wet pussy. Looking down at him, she clamped her legs closed, not allowing him to move his finger. "Do you want to fuck me, Charlie?" she whispered, his finger trapped inside her. Looking up, Charlie whispered back. "I think we both know the answer to that question." Pumpkin spread her legs again and reached down to pull his finger out of her. Then she reached for his hands and, slowly lying back on the table again, she pulled him up so he was standing between her legs. She let go of his hands, put hers behind her head again, and closed her eyes. Charlie put his hands on her thighs and gazed down at her... breasts heaving, her eyes closed, her legs now clamped and hooked up behind him. Reaching down, he placed the head of his cock against her, slightly parting her lips. "Pumpkin?" he whispered. "Yes, Charlie?" she whispered back, eyes closed. "Give me your hands." Pumpkin reached up and Charlie took her hands in his, then slid his cock slowly inside her. He smiled as he slid in... her pussy was so welcoming, caressing. He felt her parting for him and, her hands in his, he began fucking her slowly. Moving his feet apart on the floor, Charlie gazed down at the mystery Little Redheaded Girl on the table. Her breasts moved in a circular motion as he rhythmically fucked her and she used her legs to pull him inside. Steadily, they fucked, their bodies moving together, she using her legs to pull him inside, he clenching his ass and thrusting deeply. Her eyes were open now and she smiled as they fucked. She watched his smiling face, he looked into her eyes and they continued, moving together, fucking steadily, the smell of sex filling the air with the aroma of pumpkin pie and champagne. He let his eyes roam over her... the sparkling eyes, her smiling lips, the breasts that moved in tandem with him fucking her. They fucked steadily for several minutes, both lost in the feeling of it, the sloppy sounds, the heat of her legs wrapped around him, the fucking motion as they moved in harmony, fingers entwined. Charlie was throbbing inside her now, and Pumpkin was squirming a little as they continued. He could feel orgasm nearing and she felt it inside her. He clenched... trying to hold back, but then Pumpkin began bucking against him. He speeded up... plunging in and out of her body as she pulled him in with her legs. In and out, in and out. It seemed like they fucked and fucked and finally, Charlie knew he couldn't hold back. "I'm cumming, Charlie," she yelled, eyes closed, and bucked against him, thrashing on the table in ecstasy as he watched her stomach muscles, like her thighs, working. As she came, her hands grasped his so tightly it was painful. But as she came, so did Charlie, cumming inside her. It felt like he erupted into her. It felt like they'd been fucking for so long and as he came, his cum spurted over and over, draining from him and filling her. Panting now, he slowed. As Pumpkin stopped her thrashing, her legs relaxed and she put her feet back onto the chair arms behind him. He continued sliding in and out of her, slowly and gently, as they both panted, drained, happy, well fucked. Then, inside her, Charlie stopped, his balls against her bottom. He looked down at her. "Wow." She looked up at him and winked as he softened inside her. "I know, right?" They stayed like that, Pumpkin on the table, Charlie softening inside her cum-filled pussy for a few minutes, until he slipped out of her body. As he slipped out, Pumpkin sat up, putting her arms around his neck and pulling him close, her breasts against him. He wrapped his arms around, feeling the warmth of her skin and nuzzled into her neck and hair. "Charlie, I need a more comfortable spot. Come and lie with me." Charlie stepped back and offered her a hand. She hopped off the table and he pulled her into the bedroom, where they fell on the bed, pulled the covers over themselves, and fell into a blissful sleep. Charlie woke with a start, alone, and looked around at the strange room. The clock said 6:30 a.m., all the candles had burned out, and Pumpkin was gone. She must have slipped out in what was left of the night, he thought. Charlie fell back onto the pillow, smiling as he replayed the night's activities and enjoyed the aroma of pumpkin pie that lingered in the bed. He got up, had a quick shower, got dressed and headed home to change before heading to work. It was one of the better Monday mornings he'd had in a long time. Driving to work, his cock was hard in his pants as thought about Pumpkin's body. And I still don't know who she is, he thought. At the office, he listened to the radio for a few minutes in the parking lot as his erection subsided, then he got out of his truck and headed in, braced for comments about his newly shaved head. He made some idle chitchat with a couple of co-workers, used the cancer fundraiser headshave line, said hi to Dianne, got a coffee and retreated to his office for some quiet. At his desk, he again played out the entire Halloween evening in his mind, in slow motion, savouring every moment. He was shaken from his reverie when Dianne buzzed him from the reception desk. "Charlie," she said, "Denise from personnel is here to see you." "Send her in," he said, a little surprised that someone from personnel needed to see him. Rarely did anyone from the other side of the office venture over to the editorial side. Whatever, he thought. He looked up as Denise stepped into his office. Oh right, he thought, she had sat in during his job interview. "Hello Charlie, I don't know if you remember me, but I was at the interview when you applied for this job?" "Yes, I remember you," he said. "I have a bit of paperwork here that I need your signature on," she said, then walked around his desk to stand near him. She bent to put the papers on the desk in front of him and Charlie caught the unmistakable scent of pumpkin pie as she did so. She walked back around to the front of his desk. "Mind if I sit down?" A little thrown off by the pie scent, Charlie muttered something, then looked up at her. "Sure, sure. Sorry, have a seat, uh, Denise, is it?" He looked at her as she sat; good body in a black dress, quite dark eyes, medium length brunette hair with reddish highlights. He looked more closely at her, his mouth open a bit. Denise settled back in the chair, then crossed her legs. Good legs, noticed Charlie, with green nylons. She winked at him. "Yes, Charlie Brown, my name is Denise." She pointed at the papers on his desk. "Can you just sign where I've marked those Xs? Then I'll be on my way." Charlie had a stunned look on his face, knew it, but couldn't help it. He smiled awkwardly. "I, uh, noticed your perfume... very nice." "Why thank you, Charlie Brown," she said with a smile. "A hint of pumpkin pie, I think. Very seasonal don't you agree?" Charlie gulped as the situation dawned on him. This, this was the Little Redheaded Girl, Pumpkin, from the night before. He didn't know what to say. Denise sat across the desk from him, smiling. "Are you all right, Charlie Brown?" "Um, oh," he stammered. "Yes, yes I'm fine. I was just going to say that, uh, um, pumpkin pie is one of my favourite flavours. I mean, scents? I mean..." Denise laughed softly. "I'm glad you like it Charlie. After all," she winked, "Thanksgiving is approaching quickly..."