2 comments/ 57773 views/ 5 favorites Halloween Sucks! By: Namazuros Author's note - Hi! I haven't been able to write in a while, but hopefully that will change soon as my schedule shifts about. This story was written for someone very special and awesome; hopefully it'll be an ok present, even if it is a little late. Like always, any critiques or feedback is greatly appreciated; I have fun writing, but I want to always work on improving! Anyways, hope you enjoy ~Part 1~ "I'll be right down, jeez!" I shouted from the living room, fumbling with the last pieces of my costume as my friend pounded on the front door. "We have plenty of time to get there, Lin!" The only response that greeted me was more irritating knocking. Of all the nights to be dealing with a hangover... I thought glumly, awkwardly stumbling in my heels. Well, Halloween comes but once a year, and I was going to be sure I made the most of it. I threw open the door, took one look at Caitlin, and immediately burst into laughter. "What? Do you think it's too much?" My sorority sister looked up at me with a big grin on her face as she rearranged her tight pink top. "Or not enough?" Caitlin was just as old as me, but the petite Asian girl had always looked like total jail bait...and never more so than now. She looked like she had just finished shipping at a Goodwill for prostitutes; fishnet stockings traveled up her legs to disappear beneath a shiny black miniskirt. Her chest was covered by what would be an ordinary tank top, except that Lin had squeezed a pair of balloons into her chest, and the massive things made her top barely reach her belly button. A pair of bright red heels completed the ensemble, and judging from how she was wobbling, Lin was clearly not used to her outfit. "More than enough, Lin," I replied, eying her ludicrous balloon breasts. "What the heck are those?" "Hey, not all of us can be as lucky as you, Busty St Claire," she shot back, pointing at my chest. "Can you blame me for wanting to get Tio's attention? And I thought it would be fun. Besides, at least mine is original! A blonde playboy bunny; you really are breaking the mold, Elsie." "Oh, don't act like you're not jealous." I gave her a little pose, stretching in the doorway. Truth be told, I hadn't spent that much time on my costume, but I think it had turned out decently. The black sequin corset had been easy enough to find in my size, and I had even managed to find cufflinks, a neck piece with a black bow tie, and a headband topped by some perky bunny ears. A little cotton tail just above my backside was the final touch; after that, it had been as simple as grabbing a pair of black heels from my closet. "Come on, come on! I want to make sure we get there plenty early!" Caitlin was practically bouncing in excitement, which really was a bad idea; she almost stumbled into my rosebushes, her blow-up breasts nearly popping out of her top. I rolled my eyes, shutting my door and following after her. It wasn't quite dark yet, but the streets were full of costumed people all the same. Lin and I got our share of looks, equal parts interested and offended; I wasn't sure which ones I enjoyed more. I made sure to push my chest out whenever some older woman would sneer, and Lin was soon following my example. Jealous much, bitches? I thought to myself, enjoying the attention. Lin had been right about one thing; I wasn't lacking up top, and I absolutely adored the times when I could really show that off. The corset was doing wonders, making my figure really pop; my waist seemed slimmer, and my cleavage had been pushed up into a valley tempting enough to make any man drool...at least, that's what I was hoping. "Lin, you know that Tio is just a total dork, right?" I asked my ditzy friend as we worked our way down towards the costume party. "I wish you'd get this dumb idea out of your head." "It's not dumb!" She chirped back, still clumsy in her heels as she walked next to me. "He's top of the class in Economics and Business Management; if I date him for the semester, I'll ace my classes for sure!" I gave a disinterested shrug, although I had to admit a semester of being taken care of like that would be pretty fantastic. "I dunno, I just couldn't put up with someone that lame." "Well then why are you trying to get with Chris? He's a bigger nerd then Tio!" I grinned, putting an arm around Caitlin as we strolled past a group of grinning guys. "Lin, one day you'll learn that you don't need to spend time on dates if you need guys to do what you want." Truth be told, Chris WAS a real geek, but he was also my lab partner in Biology. One little blow job and I'd never have to go to that stupid class again. The one little hiccup was that, unbelievably, he had a girlfriend...but if what I heard was right, he was way into bunny girls. Between my costume and getting some alcohol in him, it was a guarantee that he'd be in my mouth before the evening was done. And it was even his birthday to boot! That nerd was going to get one hell of a present. "I dunno, it still seems a little slutty, Elsie; you don't want people to think you're a slut, do you?" "That doesn't mean a whole lot coming from you, balloonboobs." "Bite me, bunnybitch!" I laughed cheerfully, shooting a pleasant smile at a group of soccer moms giving disapproving looks. "Mmm, saving that for Chris." --- "What a stupid freaking waste of time," I muttered for the hundredth time that night, holding Caitlin's hand as she stumbled behind me. "I don't get why you had to drag me out of there!" Lin whined behind me, her face flushed a little; she had only had a couple drinks, but she was a total lightweight. "I was having a good time, its not my fault you got shot do-." I whirled on her, causing her to give a little squeak as she walked right into my chest. "I was NOT shot down, OK? It's not my fault that dumbass doesn't know what he's missing." The thought was more annoying than I cared to admit; Chris had just turned me down all night, not even seeming to care about my costume, even when I had pulled down my top a bit to give him an eyeful of cleavage. And when I had tried to give him a quick handjob, he had actually excused himself; what the fuck?! "Anyways, I was having fun!" Lin prattled on behind me as we worked our way down the sidewalk. "Tio WAS a dork, you were soooo right, so all I had to do was suck him off, and now I'm set!" "Tio has a girlfriend too, you know," I reminded her; we had found out that little tidbit at the party, but it hadn't deterred Lin. Truth be told, I was pretty irritated that she had succeeded where I had totally failed. "Out of state, out of mind." Lin grinned proudly. "And now I'm set for like half my classes!" "If only Chris' girlfriend was out of state, too," I muttered, tugging my tipsy friend along. The party-ruiner was apparently in student senate; probably one of those clingy bitches. "Maybe she let him feel her up once, and now he's totally devoted to her." "Or maybe he loooooves her~" Lin chirped out in a sing song voice, giggling to herself. I glowered at her. "Love, shmove. I'll just have to put more effort into it next time; I'm not about to take no from some stupid little nerd." My temper was starting to flare up. "And if he keeps saying no, maybe I'll just need to start some rumors, and see where that leads." "Jeez, you really are terrible, aren't you?" The soft voice came from right behind us, and both Caitlin and I jumped. Stumbling around, we turned around to come face to face with a thin, willowy girl in the long black robes of a witch's outfit, complete a big pointy hat. The brunette seemed to be about our age, but nowhere as pretty...but there was something striking about her pale blue eyes. Overcoming my shock, I took a step towards her, crossing my hands beneath my chest. "Excuse me? Were we talking to you, you nosy bitch? Pull the broomstick out of your butt and get lost." "No, but you were talking so loudly that anyone with ears could hear you, if there was anyone else around." This strange girl was staring at me intently, and I felt a shiver go through me; her gaze was really disconcerting. "Besides, you were talking about me." Well shoot, maybe tonight wasn't going to be so bad after all; Lin and the girl stood at equal height, and I was taller than her by nearly a head. "Is that so?" I replied pleasantly, giving Lin a look and motioning my head towards the snoopy girlfriend. Lin gave me a dopey look for a few seconds, and then realization seemed to click behind her eyes. "Oh~!" She exclaimed, crossing her arms too. "Then, maybe you should...um...break up with Chris, because otherwise we'll make your time at the U suck!" "You would know about sucking, wouldn't you?" the girl responded crisply, giving Lin a look of distaste. "I'm friend's with Tio's girlfriend...or ex girlfriend, as it were. She's going to be heartbroken when she hears what happened." "Like....who cares?" Lin shot back, bubbly as ever. "All I did was blow him!" "Judging by your demeanor, that's probably all you're smart enough to do." The girl had taken a step towards us, and I was getting seriously creeped out. I matched her pace for pace, giving her a shove back. "Listen, witchbitch, why don't you hop on your broom and fuck off before I give you some real problems? "Yeah, what she said!" Lin added from behind me. She smiled. "I don't think so. And call me Cat." I opened my mouth to tell her what I would call her, but before I could make a noise, the girl had snapped her fingers. And suddenly I was stuck, frozen with my lips parted in an O. Cat's smile widened. "Ahh, now there's a good look for the two of you." What the hell is happening? Did she drug us? I couldn't hear Lin behind me; was she trapped in place too? "Mmmm, no drugs, little bunny bimbo; just a simple spell," Cat purred at me, grabbing my stiff arms and rotating me to stare at my friend. Lin was stuck just as I was, with an open mouth and wide eyes; in her costume she looked almost comical, but I was too frightened to think about that. Had this girl just read my mind? "Ding ding ding," Cat answered softly, that infuriating smile still on her face as she stared at me. "You didn't think this was a costume, did you? I was out of state, but got a text from my boyfriend about some girl practically molesting him, so of course I had to come back and see what was going on." She shook her head at us. "It's one thing to try and slut it up, but trying to ruin relationships for your own selfishness? That's just horrible." I could feel my cheeks begin to redden the entire time the costumed girl was speaking, and not from embarrassment; Lin and I must have been slipped a roofie or something, and now this crazy skank was lecturing us. I tried desperately to move, to shout, to do anything...but I was stuck solid, and from the look of it, Lin was too. "You don't believe me, even after I read your mind?" Cat gave a sudden, feral grin, and the knob of unease in my stomach grew. "No wonder you need help in class; you are thick." The supposed witch jammed a thumb towards Caitlin. "She's probably dumber than you, but even she believes me...although, goodness, she has quite the foul mind! She's thinking some truly mean things, throwing foul language around...she really lives up to her costume." As soon as I can move, I'll show you how mean I can be, you fucking dog! Cat just chuckled to herself, wrapping a hand around Lin's shoulder. "Elsie, the only animal I see here is you. What was it you told me...? 'Hop on your broom and fuck off'?" She was speaking lower, and there was an almost sensual edge to her voice. For some reason I felt myself drawn towards everything she said, hanging on her every syllable. "Fortunately, you're a lucky little animal; I need some help with some practice spellcrafting, and you fit the bill just fine," she continued, her soft voice almost sounding hungry. Cat's cheeks were tinged with red too, but from the way she was speaking, I doubted it was from anger. "As for your balloon bimbo friend...she'll be icing on the cake." She paused, thinking. "Hmmm...maybe we should change her first? That will be a fun warm up for when I get to play with you!" Lin's eyes widened, the only movement seemingly allowed to her. Cat circled her like an eager predator, rubbing her hands along my friend's stomach. A soft sigh escaped the witch's lips as she studied Lin. "Oooh my goodness, your thoughts are almost nastier than your friend's!" The black-clad girl purred, wrapping her hands around Lin's stomach from behind. Caitlin's eyes were wide and panicked as she did, full of anger...but Cat began to rub her hands against the girl's tummy, making slow, lazy circles. Lin's eyelids fluttered, and her gaze lost intensity with every passing second. She blinked frantically at first, but as the witch kept tracing her hands about, she seemed to grow more and more complacent. In fact, her eyes seemed dazed, unfocused, like she was... "A bimbo?" Cat grinned at me, resting her chin on Lin's shoulder while her fingers massaged and teased. "Yes, she does look like a dumb little ditz, doesn't she? But she had such filthy things to say...I don't think we're done yet. I want this outfit to really fit her." And with that, she buried her face against Lin's neck, her dark hair falling over her face. For a moment, I was frightened that she had bitten her...until I heard the soft, wet noises. "Mmmnnn...nnnnn..." Cat's muffled little moans joined with the wet sounds her lips made as they explored the curve of Lin's neck. The Asian girl's expression was unchanging, vacant and dull, but her breathing was getting faster; her stomach rose and fell more quickly under Cat's hard-working hands. Cat kept right on nuzzling her, making soft noises as she licked and lapped at her light-brown skin. All the while, Lin's chest rose and fell, the tops of her gigantic balloon boobs jiggling gently with every heaving breath... Wait a minute, I thought suddenly, a chill running through me, how are those...t-those can't be real... "Oh, they're real alright, Elsie," Cat smiled at me, raising her hands to Lin's enormous rack and giving her tits a squeeze, tugging at her tight top. "And they're fantastic." If the way Cat's fingers sunk into her massive jugs didn't give away their change in size, the canyon of bronze cleavage certainly did. Somehow, the witch had made her balloons into actual boobs, and their size was ridiculous! Each one was the size of Lin's head, if not bigger, and they looked ludicrous on her tiny frame. Lin herself didn't even seem to notice her changes; her eyes were still empty, her mouth hanging slack as Cat fingers sank into her boobs, as if they were made out of jello. I had to admit, she really did look like a bimbo, with her top stretched tight over her gigantic jugs and a dull expression on her face. I wondered what thoughts were going through her mind...if any. "One more little change, and she'll be done," sang Cat happily, breaking me out of my thoughts. What the hell? Why was I so fixated on those big fat titties...? But there was no time for those thoughts; something else was happening, and I felt compelled to watch. Cat had moved around to the front of the shivering girl. The dark-haired witch pressed herself tight up against Lin, her tits squished up between them. Cat leaned in further, obscuring my view, but the soft noises told me plenty. Cat backed off suddenly, licking her lips and grinning at her handiwork. Lin's face was slathered with makeup; bright blue eyeliner colored her skin, and her plump lips were coated in rich green. For a moment I thought I was imagining things; her lips had never been that big before. But the evidence was right there in front of me; those bee-stung things were just as real as her new chest. Her slutty look was completed by her eyelashes, long and full, and they were fluttering frantically now. In fact... She can move again! Lin was looking around, blinking in confusion as she took a step, stumbling in her heels. I tried desperately to focus my thoughts at her, hoping against hope that she could help me. Lin, you big-titted bitch, stop wobbling around and get us out of here! But to my dismay, Lin didn't even seem to notice me. Instead, she took an awkward step toward Cat, looking down at her vast expanse of cleavage. With an outraged hiss, she gestured towards her massive milk jugs, the fat things bouncing along with her every movement. "Wha....wha you do me? Big tittieth?" For a moment, I thought Caitlin was just overwhelmed with the situation; that she had misspoke, and maybe lisped by mistake. Between the look of horror on Lin's face and Cat's ringing laughter, though, somehow I doubted it was a simple slip of the tongue. "Does my little slutslut have a problem?" Cat teased, her smile bright with mischief. "Don't you like the improvements I made?" "F-fuck you! Me...me no wan' big mewonth!!" Lin gestured at her ridiculous rack, stamping her foot furiously. Unfortunately, that was a mistake; between her new stature and her heels, Lin had to windmill her arms wildly just to keep her balance, her chest thrust out while Cat laughed all the harder. If the situation hadn't been so frightening, and had I actually been able to move, I might have been laughing too; Lin, a living blow-up doll, lisping and talking like an uneducated slut. A chilling thought had took root though...if this was what she had done to Lin, what would she do to me? Lin, meanwhile, was still shouting at the giggling witch. "Fuck you!! Me no wanna talk aww dumbdumb! No wanna be swut, you ugwy bitch! You fix, you fix, me no ho'! You big...dumbdumb...no...ah...?" Mid-rant, something changed in Lin's expression; a distracted look that was similar to how she had appeared when Cat had been working her magic on her. Her hips began to wriggle back and forth, and Lin rubbed at her skirt aimlessly, licking her lips. One hand began to trail up her stomach, brushing the underside of one massive melon. For a second, I didn't realize what was happening...she couldn't possibly be... "What's the matter, Lin?" Cat looked as though Christmas had come early, grinning eagerly at the squirming girl in front of her. "Something on your mind?" "Me...wha' you...?" Lin looked equal parts furious and afraid...but there was something else in her expression too. "Yes, you? What is it, Lin?" "Me...me..." Lin chewed at her swollen lips, her knees rubbing together. Her tight pink top had two little tents, pressing out against the fabric. "You're...what, Lin? Help me out here!" The witch wasn't even trying to disguise her obvious mirth, her eyes sparkling with delight. "Me tho...tho...!" It looked like Lin was trying to fight whatever was trying to slip out from between her fat, pursed lips...but whatever resistance she had mustered died as Cat leaned forward and tweaked her nipples. "Me tho hohny!!! Me thoo hohny!!!" Lin practically screamed it, her hips bucking as she cried out. She looked at Cat, helpless and shaking. "Fuckyfuck? Me tho fuckin' hohny!!" Ignoring her completely, Cat instead turned to me. "Neat, huh? My spell rerouted some of her body's natural responses. Now, whenever she gets bitchy or mean, all she'll be able to do is act like a cliché, and her body goes into...well....this." She gestured at the trembling bimbo, squeezing her massive chest as she cried out in need. "She'll stay like this until she gets some nice cum in her." Leaning in close to me, Cat whispered, "Although it has to be in the right hole...every time she goes into heat, it'll be totally random if she needs her pussy filled, her butt fucked, or her plump lovepillows loaded with jizz." Winking, she turned away from me, back to Lin. Halloween Sucks! Better late than never, here's my entry in the Halloween Contest. Please enjoy, and take the time to vote for this and the other stories that have been entered. * Robert unwrapped his turkey sandwich, real roast turkey, not the crappy cold cut excuse for turkey that most people settled for, and enjoyed the smell of the meat as it wafted up to his nostrils, mixed with the caraway seed aroma of the fresh Jewish rye bread. He took a bite, chewed it, savoring the taste of the roasted meat, the slightly sour tang of the bread and the way that the unctuous Russian dressing enhanced the flavor, and swallowed. He looked across the break room table to his regular lunch companion, Joan, a cute strawberry blonde who worked in his department. "So, Rob, what are you doing for Halloween?" she asked in her soft voice, the remnants of a Southern accent still remaining even after attending college in the northeast, and working in the New York area ever since. "Halloween? Nothing," Robert responded with surprising disgust. "I think that Halloween sucks. It is the stupidest holiday we have—for adults, at least. Don't you agree?" Joan took a bite of her tuna sandwich and said, "Um, yeah. Unbelievably stupid." Robert took another look at Joan. Since she joined the company about 8 months ago, they had developed a little friendship—lunch almost every day in the break room, the occasional joke as they passed in the hallway. He replied, "I mean, it is great for kids—I used to love going trick or treating, getting candy and stuff, but for grownups, it just seems forced and undignified." Joan swallowed a bite of sandwich and took a drink from her bottle of Diet Pepsi before answering. "Yeah, you're so right." "I mean, seriously, adults have to buy costumes, dress up and stuff? I don't get it," Robert responded, continuing with increasing vigor, "Not to mention the fact that every costume for women is overtly sexual—slutty nurse, slutty witch, slutty maid." Joan took another bite of her sandwich, her small white teeth chewing thoughtfully. She was impressed by Robert's comment—it was pretty enlightened for a guy who didn't seem to have a girlfriend. She wondered if he was gay, but he never mentioned that during their lunches. Still, she thought, with some disappointment, it was possible. "I know," Joan replied, finally breaking the silence, "it is pretty offensive, I guess." They chatted idly as they finished their lunch, cleaned up their table and went back to work. Robert walked back to his cubicle, shaking his head at the skeletons, pumpkins and other decorations that his co-workers had posted around the office. Every year, he marveled at how a group of adults felt it necessary to decorate their workplace like it was a kindergarten class. He was happy that Halloween fell on a Saturday this year, so that he wouldn't have to see Mary from accounting's witch costume, or Bill from shipping dressed as a pirate, yelling "Yaar matey" to everyone who walked by his cube. Or have to take crap from everyone about why he dressed normally on a work day. He was tired of saying, "I'm dressed as an employee of Tompkins Industries," and laughing uncomfortably as his costumed inquisitor shook his or her head slowly in disbelief, or more likely disgust. He turned back to his computer screen and immersed himself in his work. He loved dealing with numbers, because he understood how they worked. He never had to worry that 2+2 might equal something other than 4, or be worried that 17 might have a problem with 43. And yet, he found his mind wandering to Joan. It had been nice when they started eating lunch together. He remembered how he was polite, but nothing more, when she imposed herself on his traditional solo lunch. But he found Joan to be pleasant company, able to talk about many different subjects, but not gossipy, and she enjoyed some of the same music, TV and movies that he did. He was happy to hear that she shared his rational position about Halloween, and what was appropriate behavior for adults. Robert was surprised that, for the first time, he started to think of Joan as potentially more than a lunch companion. He had noticed immediately that she was pretty and had a nice body, although she never wore particularly revealing clothing. She was smart and funny. But it had been some time since he had been out with a woman, and had lost evenf the minimal confidence he ever had with the opposite sex. His stomach churned as he recalled the scene his last girlfriend made, breaking up with him in public, at a restaurant, when he apparently was insensitive after pointing out that her favorite reality show was not only incredibly unrealistic, but also inane. But he didn't think that Joan thought of him that way, and he forced himself to get back to work, not looking up again until it was time for him to log off and go home. Friday The next morning, as Robert drove to work, he kept thinking about Joan. As he usually did before making a decision, he decided to do a mental pro and con list about this issue. On the "pro" side, Joan was pretty, smart, funny, seemed to enjoy spending time with him and also found Halloween to be silly. On the other hand, she was a woman, probably out of his league and never had made any sort of indication that she was interested in him. Which, to Robert, clinched it. He decided not to do anything, but to monitor the situation and see if any further evidence could be deduced. He parked his car in the lot, and took the elevator to the 5th floor. As he entered the dark wood doors, he was crestfallen to see that Betty, the receptionist, was dressed as a slutty nurse. Not only was he annoyed that it appeared that Halloween was still going to be celebrated in the office a day early, but Betty had no business dressing as a slutty anything. Moving quickly past her desk, he couldn't help but grab a Hershey's bar from the candy-filled pumpkin before flashing his ID card at the magnetic sensor and passing through the security door. And there was Mary, dressed as Wonder Woman this year, apparently tired at last of her usual witch. Pretty much everyone was in costume—Stan, probably the least funny person in the office, dressed as a clown. Tina, dressed as a slutty witch, which Robert had to admit she pulled off. Larry was a vampire in full makeup, and yes, Bill was in his pirate costume waving a plastic sword and yelling "Yaar matey." There were superheroes, athletes and even a Headless Horseman. No one was working, and except for the mature bodies and bald heads, for better but mostly worse, it could have been a 5th grade classroom. Robert was disgusted with the foolishness and turned toward his cube, almost bumping into Joan. He apologized, and was pleased to see that she was wearing a normal, blue sweater and patterned skirt that ended midway down what Robert noticed were very nice calves. No costume. "Can you believe everyone?" Robert said, with a bit of a sneer in his voice. "Yeah, crazy," Joan responded, shaking her head. "See you at lunch?" Robert asked. "Of course," Joan said, smiling. The walked toward their respective workspaces, and Robert quickly turned his head to check out Joan's shapely butt as it wiggled down the aisle. He smiled appreciatively and headed to his computer and the security of his figures. A few hours later, Robert smelled pizza. The one good thing about Halloween at Tompkins Industries was that the office sprung for pizza and wings, and later in the day there would be cake, inevitably with orange and black icing. Robert put aside his disgust for the revelry in favor of free pizza, and he made his way to the break room at the usual time. Joan was already there, looking cute, and normal, in contrast to the rest of the bizarrely clad coworkers. He grabbed a slice of meatball, a slice of pepperoni and some wings, and sat next to Joan, who smiled at him. He forced himself to make small talk with the others at the table, Jimmy, dressed as Superman, Paula in her usual milkmaid costume and Barry dressed as a Mafiosi. Everyone seemed jazzed, and Robert stole a look at Joan, rolling his eyes, as he carefully ate his wings, wiping his hands completely on a paper napkin between bites so as not to stain his clothing. After finishing his slices, Robert carefully gathered his garbage, and Joan's and placed it in the cans, separating the recyclable bottles from the other trash. He followed Joan out into the office, and before they went their separate ways, Robert was surprised to see Joan turn and face him. "So, Rob," she started haltingly, "if, um, you aren't doing anything tomorrow night, um, would you be interested in coming over to my apartment?" Robert was quite surprised by this, and stood silently, trying to formulate a response. He noticed that she called him "Rob," which normally would have annoyed him, but for some reason, it didn't. Before he could say anything, Joan continued, "I'm kind of worried that the kids in my building will do something stupid, and I'd love to have some backup." "Of course," Robert said, understanding why a small woman like Joan might be worried about idiot teenagers on Halloween. "Where do you live?" "Burton Towers, Building A, Apartment 275—On the 2nd floor," Joan responded. "You know where that is, right?" "Yes," he replied, knowing that the complex had once been almost luxury housing, but now was past its prime and filled with young office workers and families. "What time?" "How about 7?" she asked. "Fine," he replied, and was surprised when Joan smiled, grabbed his hand and squeezed it before turning to her cube. Robert was surprised that he had trouble concentrating for the rest of the afternoon. Where he expected to just see numbers, he found himself imagining Joan's chest. Or her legs. Or her ass. And every time, he shook his head and returned to work, until visions of Joan pushed the spreadsheet out of his consciousness. Eventually, though, it was time to go home, and he navigated his way past the ghouls, pirates, superheroes and various slutty whatevers until he got to the elevator. His chest tightened when he noticed that Joan was waiting, and he could see that she was smiling to herself. Robert coughed as he approached, so as not to startle Joan, and she turned, and looked a bit surprised, although Robert was certain that she knew that he left the office at the same time every day. She composed her pretty features and smiled. "Well, we survived," she said. "Yeah," Robert replied, "I still don't get it." "I know," Joan agreed, as the elevator door opened. Robert indicated that she should go first, and he followed her into the car. Joan pressed L and they began to descend. Robert broke the silence. "I remember when I was a kid, all I wanted was to grow up, and now, it seems that every grownup wants to be a child again." Joan thought before responding, "I guess they want to have fun." "But there are ways for adults to have fun," Robert replied. Joan cocked her head and smiled. "Really?" she said, in a somewhat more flirtatious tone than she had ever used with Robert, who reddened as he realized his apparently unintended double entendre. "Um, you know, um, what I meant, I mean not that," he spluttered as the elevator came to a stop. Joan flashed Robert a huge smile, lighting up her face. "That's O.K. I know." They left the elevator and the building, separating as they reached the parking lot. "See you tomorrow at 7?" Joan said. "I'll be there," Robert replied. "Can I bring anything?" "Maybe some wine?" Joan responded, "You know, for an adult evening." Robert wasn't sure if she was teasing him, but he didn't care—she looked so cute. "Do you prefer red or white?" "Red is fine," she replied, and turned to open her car, getting in and starting the engine. As Robert drove home, he understood that Joan was flirting with him, and it made him uncomfortable. He had come to realize quite clearly that Joan was an attractive woman, very attractive, in fact, and seemed to understand and even appreciate his particular ways. He began to wonder if her invitation was more than what was represented, and the prospect caused him to begin to feel warmth in places that hadn't felt anything in a long time. He reached his neighborhood without even realizing how he had gotten there, and drove past the houses, all bedecked in Halloween knickknacks, ghosts, and witches, cobwebs and pumpkins. He knew for a fact that many of these houses no longer had children, and he shook his head at the thought that adults wasted their time with such nonsense. Robert pulled into his driveway, past the well-manicured lawn and carefully tended shrubs and plants, pressed the button to open the garage and pulled his car into the immaculate and well-organized garage. Waiting until the car was fully off, and any fumes had dissipated, he left the car and entered the house. He put his keys in the bowl, turned on the light and went to his bedroom to change. After making sure that the creases on his slacks lined up perfectly before hanging them on a wooden hanger and placing his shirt into the bin to be washed, Robert walked to the toilet and began to urinate. Unexpectedly, Joan's pretty face appeared in his mind as he held his cock in his hand, and he felt it stiffen. Shaking his head like an Etch-a-Sketch to erase the vision, he finished his business, put on some comfortable sweat pants and returned to the kitchen to heat up the dinner that he had prepared over the past weekend. As he ate in silence, Robert found his mind wandering to Joan, and he began to worry that he was reading too much into the situation, but also realized that he would be disappointed if he was. After finishing dinner, rinsing his plate and silverware and placing them in the dishwasher, Robert sat down on the couch and tried, unsuccessfully, to watch television. But Joan's curves, and her hair, and her eyes kept making him lose track of the plot. Joan, on the other hand, knew exactly what she was going to do, and set about to prepare. She cleaned the apartment and made sure that she had all of the ingredients for cupcakes before finally getting ready for bed. She made sure that everything was in place, before getting under the covers. She knew that she was taking a bit of a risk with Robert, and that there was a good chance that he would not react properly, and that would ruin everything between them, but she was willing to take a chance. He was, she believed, exactly the right type of man for her. He was smart, he was thoughtful, he was a hard worker, and she believed that he liked her. And, she thought to herself, feeling increasing excitement, he was very good looking. It took a while for Joan to fall asleep, and when she did, she dreamed that everything went exactly as planned. Saturday. Halloween. Robert was up early, as usual, and he performed his morning routine of pushups, crunches and squats before showering and having his usual simple breakfast of fruit and cottage cheese. He spent the morning doing various things around the house that needed doing, all the while trying to block out the distraction that was Joan. Before he knew it, it was 4:00, and he went into his pantry and pulled out a few bags of Halloween candy and dumped them into a large metal bowl, their colorful wrappers clashing wildly. As much as he thought Halloween was ridiculous for adults, he still enjoyed seeing the kids—especially the little kids—excited in their costumes as they trick or treated. It was the sullen teenagers, who barely put any effort into the day and just wanted a candy bar, and especially the adults, who sometimes even out-costumed their kids, that took the fun out of it. He realized that he needed to shower before going to Joan's and wanted to make sure that he was ready before the kids started to ring his bell. He ran up the stairs and disrobed, folding his sweats neatly into the drawers and tossing his underwear and socks into the hamper before turning on the water. When it was hot, he stepped in and let the hot water cascade over his skin. He relaxed, and that let thoughts of Joan seep into his mind. Which led, almost inescapably, to thoughts of Joan, nude, in the shower with him. And Robert found himself aroused by the thought. He quickly washed himself and shampooed his hair before violently turning off the hot water, turning the cocoon of warmth into a freezing shock, immediately ending his aroused state. Revived, Robert left the shower, shivering, and dried himself off before dressing for what he clearly now hoped was more of a date than just a friendly evening. But he was careful not to get his hopes too high as he walked down the stairs and waited for the bell to ring. Which it did, a number of times over the next few hours, and Robert was mostly greeted by parents and cute little kids, who needed to get their Halloween goodies before it got dark. Robert was pleased that most of the parents were not in costume, although he did scowl briefly at the young mother who was in a French maid costume, her ample breasts nearly spilling out of the top, accompanying her cute little daughter dressed as a princess. About half of his candy was gone when Robert looked at his watch and realized that he needed to leave. Joan had asked him to arrive at 7, and he prided himself on punctuality. Rather than leave himself with the temptation of all of that candy, in small, easily eatable packages, Robert decided to leave the bowl outside the house. If that meant that a few greedy kids took it all, then it was no matter to him, and even an empty bowl would signal that he was participating in the festivities, discouraging damage to his house from disappointed ruffians. He took one last trip to the bathroom, washed his hands carefully, grabbed a nice bottle of Merlot from his rack, locked up the house, got into his car and began to drive to Joan's. The radio, unfortunately, was filled with novelty songs, so he rode in silence, which allowed his mind to wander to what might happen when he was alone with Joan. Joan had taken her time preparing for the evening, and she waited for Robert with surprising anxiety. She had a sense that this was her chance, and that if it failed, not only would she not be together with Robert, who she had been attracted to almost immediately upon meeting him at work, but she would also lose her only friend at the office, which would be uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she was excited, and she was animated when the kids in her building came by in costume to get their due. Joan admitted to herself that she had a slight pang when she saw an adult in a fun costume, but she understood that certain sacrifices had been necessary to even have a chance with Robert. At 6:59 by her phone, her intercom buzzed, and Robert announced himself. She looked at herself in the mirror, and was pleased to see that her hair and makeup were perfect—she thought she looked good, but not like she was preparing for a date. And her cotton sweater and loose fitting slacks flattered her figure, but were casual. She took a deep breath and waited for the doorbell to ring. Robert stood outside Joan's door. Not long ago, he would have rung the bell without hesitation, but now he had convinced himself that this was some sort of a date, and he was frozen. He knew that the reason that he had been so hurt the last time was that he had allowed Michelle to pierce his defenses, and he was afraid that it would happen again. But Joan seemed so nice, and so reasonable. And maybe he was reading too much into things. He stood there, thinking, and realized that he had to do something, or it would seem odd. So, he rang the bell. When he saw that Joan had dressed simply, Robert was of two minds. On the one hand, he was pleased that she wasn't dressed up, because that would have ratcheted up the pressure, and even happier that she wasn't in costume. On the other hand, he felt some disappointment that this appeared to really be just a friendly evening. But overall, he felt happy that the pressure seemed to be off, and he could relax, have a glass of wine and enjoy himself. Halloween Sucks! Joan was nervous herself. She had not been with a man since she joined Tompkins Industries, mostly because she had not wanted a repeat of what had caused her to leave her last job. The incident itself had been galling enough, especially when the surveillance video "accidentally" was sent to everyone in her department, but what was worse was when the company closed ranks behind her boss, and no one took her side. She took the money, signed the papers and used the glowing recommendation to get the job at Tompkins, and even a small raise. She had been naïve, and now she had been cautious. But Robert seemed like such a nice guy. She opened the door, stepped aside and motioned Robert in with a big smile. Robert handed her the wine, and she looked at the label and pretended to read it. As he passed her, he got a faint smell of cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, which reminded him of the Halloween cupcakes that his mother used to bake, and he almost imperceptibly sighed. "How has it been? Any problems?" Robert asked. Joan paused briefly, then remembered the ruse that she had used when inviting Robert. "Um, no," she replied, "no problems so far. Just a bunch of little kids and their moms. It is probably too early for the teenagers to go out." "Good point," Robert said, looking around at Joan's modest and tidy apartment before looking at her cute face. "Would you like a glass of wine?" she asked, pointing at the bottle that Robert had brought. "Sure," he responded. Joan walked into the kitchen, and Robert's eyes followed her all the way. It felt a little awkward, he realized, not as easygoing as lunch, and while that worried him a bit, he thought that maybe it was because Joan, too, was feeling something. She returned with two full glasses of the deep garnet liquid, handing one to Robert, and they touched glasses. "To an adult Halloween," Joan toasted. Robert looked at her with a bit of surprise. He wasn't sure if she was flirting, or making fun of his earlier double entendre. Or if it was an innocent remark. Joan motioned to the couch, and they sat down, a respectful distance separating their thighs, and they tried to make small talk. The doorbell rang, and Joan popped up, opened the door and gave candy to a couple of kids, maybe 10 years old, one dressed as a baseball player and the other as Spiderman. Robert wasn't sure if Joan purposely sat closer to him when she returned, but he didn't slide away. After a couple more trick or treaters, Joan suggested that they order in dinner, settling on Chinese, so they pored over a menu. Joan's hair smelled of the spice mixture, and Robert had a difficult time concentrating on the choices, but they agreed on some appetizers and main dishes to share, and Joan called it in. The next hour or so were filled with pleasant conversation, tasty Chinese food, a rush of trick or treaters that slowly petered out, and the consuming of the wine that Robert had brought, and a bottle of Shiraz that Joan had in her cupboard. Robert felt himself relaxing as the evening progressed, and he began to notice that Joan occasionally touched his arm, as she was making a point, and he found it to be the opposite of annoying. There hadn't been a knock at the door for some time, when the conversation hit a lull. Robert looked at Joan and saw a bit of a flush on her neck, and she looked at him, with a tipsy smile. Before Robert could say anything, Joan said, "So, Rob, I guess it is possible for adults to enjoy Halloween." Robert nodded, and was about to agree when Joan leaned over and kissed him. He felt his heart pounding from the kiss, and the scent of Joan's hair, the spices mixed with the aroma of the Chinese food, and he realized that she hadn't pulled back. Robert reached his hand and placed it on the back of Joan's head, his fingers lacing into her strawberry blonde hair, and pressed her toward him, kissing her back with a passion that had long been suppressed. Joan withdrew, shocked briefly by the intensity of their first kiss, and she looked at Robert, breathing hard. They were at a crossroads, and the uncertainty hung in the air. Both were afraid to speak, and they kept looking at each other, then leaned in for another kiss, which was even more powerful than the first. Robert drew Joan closer to him on the couch, and began to stroke her back. He felt chills as Joan did the same to him. They made out and groped like teenagers in the back seat of a car, and Joan moaned as Robert's hand cupped her breast for the first time. She could feel his cock stiffening, and it made her crazy with lust. She forced herself to yank herself away, and looked at Robert, lust flashing in his dark eyes and a visible lump in his khakis. "I'm sorry," Robert said, grasping to understand the situation. "No, Rob," Joan replied softly, "nothing to be sorry about. Not at all. As far as I am concerned, we have the whole night." Robert's eyes widened and he smiled. "And I made cupcakes." Robert laughed as the tension ebbed, and he understood where the smell came from. He wondered how she knew that cupcakes were something about Halloween that he enjoyed. Or if she just baked them for the holiday. But he really didn't care. While Joan fussed in the kitchen, he revisited his mental pro and con list, and realized that there was nothing at all on the con side anymore. And he smiled. Joan returned with a tray, which she placed down on the coffee table. She hadn't tried to straighten out her hair, which was still askew from their groping, and Robert thought she looked more beautiful than ever. He forced himself to tear his eyes from Joan's face, and looked at the cupcakes. Chocolate icing with orange pumpkins. He knew that they were childish, but he took one, peeled off the paper and took a bite. They were delicious. Joan sat next to him, their legs touching, and took one for herself. They ate silently, enjoying the sweet and spicy treats, but also thinking of what was going to happen next. Robert finished his cake first, and leaned back on the couch, and when Joan finished hers, she leaned back, nestling into Robert. They sat there, listening to each other breathe. Robert idly stroked Joan's arm. "Let's go into the bedroom," Joan said in a voice somewhat huskier than her usual tone. Robert looked at her before opening his arms to let her stand. She got up and reached out for Robert's hand, and led him to her bedroom. He looked around and saw pretty much what he expected. A neat, pretty bedroom, not frilly, but clearly feminine. A queen sized bed with a floral spread and a couple of contrasting throw pillows. When he turned back to Joan, she was taking off her pants. Robert's eyes opened wider when he registered that under the sensible slacks she was wearing fishnets. Which caused Robert's heart to start beating even harder, as he realized that Joan had planned this from the start. She smiled at his reaction, and again as Robert began to take off his shirt. When the shirt had cleared his eyes, and he could see again, Robert was surprised to see that under her sweater, Joan had been wearing a lacy black bra, embroidered with large pumpkins. He was taken aback briefly, by the fact that sensible, reasonable Joan was dressed for Halloween, but that lasted only seconds because she looked so damned hot. She stepped forward and put her hands on his belt, looked up into his eyes and purred, "I hope you don't mind my costume." Robert bent down and kissed Joan passionately as she unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants to the ground. He stepped out of them, clad only in his underpants, his cock twitching against the thin fabric. Joan carefully pulled down his underwear, freeing his cock before kneeling and taking it into her mouth. Robert's head fell backwards as he surrendered to the pleasure of her warm mouth and dancing tongue. She brought him perilously close to climax, then backed off. Robert was having trouble standing, and he rested his hands gently on Joan's head as she sucked and licked him slowly, excruciatingly slowly, and he was enthralled by the dark lingerie contrasting against her pale pink skin. He felt mixed emotions as Joan stopped her attentions and began kissing up his belly, until she was standing and pressing herself against him, trapping his aching member between them. Robert reached behind Joan and unclasped her silly, sexy bra and she allowed it to be removed. Her breasts were, Robert thought, more beautiful than he had imagined, and he was briefly confused as to why she hid them under loose fitting clothing at work. But that thought passed, and he cupped them, gently massaging them and feeling their heft, their firmness, before running his thumbs gently over her protruding nipples, causing Joan to sigh and tremble. She stepped back and slowly, achingly slowly, removed the fishnets until she was standing before him, naked, her full breasts slowly swaying. Robert looked down, at the reddish blonde thatch of curls over her pussy, and he ached to bury his face there. Robert followed her to the bed, and Joan pulled back the blankets and top sheet before wriggling in and scooting over, making room for Robert, who followed her it. They kissed, feeling the warmth of their bodies. "Please turn off the light," Joan whispered, and reluctantly, Robert turned, found the switch and clicked it, plunging them into darkness. Robert could feel the heat of Joan's body and hear her breathing as he rolled over and found her, lying on her back. Robert kissed her neck until she cooed, then he moved slowly down to the soft spot where her glorious cleavage began, and kissed her and buried his nose between her breasts, holding them together with his hands while caressing her hard nipples with his thumbs. When he had his fill, Robert began to kiss Joan's breasts, pausing to use his tongue on her nipples, causing Joan to arch her back. Robert peeled back more of the blankets and kissed his way down Joan's soft, flat stomach until he reached her public mound. The smell was intoxicating, and he quickly positioned himself between Joan's thighs and used his tongue to slowly and carefully investigate her folds. Joan found Robert's attentions near perfect, and her prior suspicions that he would be a good and attentive lover were confirmed. But soon, all Joan could focus on was the touch of Robert's tongue on her labia and clit, and she found her hips moving of their own accord. Robert increased the speed and variety of his tonguing, flicking her clit more and more often as her hips kept rising to meet him until Joan lost all sense of control as an intense orgasm built from her pussy, through her gut and exploded into her brain. Robert was amazed at the way that Joan thrashed as she came. Although it was not the first time he had licked a woman to orgasm, it was most certainly the wildest one. He waited as patiently as he could with his cock dying for release while Joan stopped moving, and her breathing returned to normal. He wished that he could see the look on her face, because he knew that women never looked more beautiful than in the moments after they came. "I. Need. You. Inside me. Now." Joan demanded in a soft voice that nevertheless brooked no dissent. Robert allowed his innate practicality to emerge, and he said, "Is it safe? I don't have a---" Joan interrupted. "Yes. Pill. Now." Robert did not need any more convincing, and he lifted himself on top of Joan, who spread her legs widely, welcoming him, and he felt her small hands guiding his hard cock into her wet pussy. It felt incredible, and he just lay there, feeling the warmth of her surrounding him before he slowly began to thrust. He wanted to last as long as possible, but he knew that was not likely. Slow thrusts began to turn to faster and faster prodding, and Joan began to move in rhythm as they sped up, faster and faster. Robert hoped that there would be time later for slow lovemaking, but clearly they both wanted and needed this. He tried mightily to hold back the inevitable, but his will was only so strong, and he came with incredible force, more intensely than he ever remembered before, before collapsing onto Joan's chest, their sweat mixing. Not wanting to crush the smaller woman, Robert, panting, rolled off onto his back, reaching out and drawing Joan toward him. They lay there in the dark, quietly, as they recovered and caught their breath. Robert briefly dozed off, but awoke when he felt Joan turn on her side, facing him. He wished that there was enough light to see her, but he was consoled by the way that she was hungrily pressing her body against his. Robert kissed Joan's forehead, then was able to find her mouth, and they kissed until Robert felt his cock stir again. "I'm so glad that this happened," Joan whispered. "Me too," Robert replied. "I will never, ever say that Halloween sucks again." Joan paused, then kissed Robert on the lips. "Well, Halloween may not suck, but---" she trailed off, as Robert felt her body turn, and her lips start kissing his torso on the way toward his cock. Robert laid his head on the soft pillow and enjoyed the best Halloween treat he had ever had. Halloween Sucks! "Me tho hohny?" Lin asked her hopefully, practically humping the air as she groped and tugged at her nipples. "Mmmmm...I know you are, honey," Cat said, smiling her wicked smile. "But sadly, I'm lacking a cock to help you out...and you're lacking a fitting name. So tell me...what was that filthy thing you thought at me earlier? Lin wriggled miserably, her whole body turned into a needy mess. "You dirty cockthucker!! You big thucky ho, dwinkin' cummy!" Cat snapped her fingers, and Lin suddenly quieted, blinking in confusion. "Perfect. And who are you, then?" Lin stared back at her in confusion, even as her hands sneaked beneath her top. "Me Thuckyfucky?" Her eyes widened, filling with humiliation as her cheeks flushed with heat. "B-but...no!! Me no Thuckyfucky...me Thuckyfucky!!! Fuck....Fuck!!! Thuckyfucky tho hohny!!!" "I'm sure you are, miss...what was that again?" "Thuckyfuck!!!! Nnnngh!!!! Cat giggled, watching the bimbo-ized girl squeeze her tits. "Mmm, that's right. Don't worry; I'll help you get lots of cock soon enough..." Turning, the witch stared directly into my eyes, her lips curling back into a wicked grin. "Let's get somewhere a bit more private, though..." Cat snapped her fingers, and a moment later I felt a whirling sensation of motion, wind and shadows surrounding the three of us. From Lin's mewling cries, I gathered that she was just as disoriented as I was. After just a few moments, though, the sense of movement vanished, and we were suddenly in a dark room, moonlight peeking in through an open window. Lin and I stumbled into each other, tumbling onto cold stone. I landed painfully on my butt, which was bad enough, but Lin had landed on top of me, and her massive sweater cows were pressed tight against my chin. "Get off me, you ditz!" I cried up at her, shoving at her jugs. The breast flesh sank into my fingers as Lin looked at me, her expression one of vacant lust. Shoving her away, I climbed quickly to my feet, looking around wildly as Lin squirmed on the ground. I could talk and move again, so maybe that witch wasn't he- "What's the rush, Elsie? You don't want to leave so soon, do you?" Giving her best Cheshire Cat impression, the witch glided in out of the shadows...and she wasn't alone. Arm in arm with her was a lean young man, his skin just a few shades lighter than Lin's. His raven-colored hair fell to his shoulders, and he was clad in nothing but a white bathrobe. My heart sank as I recognized him. "What's this?" Chris asked his girlfriend. "What are they doing here?" "Why, honey, you know I love to celebrate your birthday." Cat held him close, wrapping one leg around him as she licked playfully at his neck. "I brought you some presents." ~To be Continued~