2 comments/ 26750 views/ 13 favorites Fall Lovin' By: EmeraldKitten "That's great, but Dale, I needed twelve dozen, not one." Mina Pickett groaned in frustration. "Fine, fine, but get them here as soon as you can. It's almost Halloween." "Problems?" A masculine voice questioned. "Only a few. Dale only sent twelve pumpkins, instead of twelve dozen, Johanna quit, and Clara is up to her old tricks again." Mina put her face in her hands. Greg, her best friend from high school laughed. "That's all?" "Yep." Mina peeked at him from between her fingers. "She hid the ribbon in the back of the toilet. Said it'd be safe there. From the Nazi's." "Now, why didn't Anne Frank think of that?" Greg adopted an innocent expression. "Hell if I know." Mina dropped her hands. "Then she put all the mums on the decorative bales of hay." "That sounds like an okay idea." "Without taking the shrink wrap off the bales, and after she took the mums out of their pots." "I'm pretty sure she got that backwards." The duo smiled at the thought. "Sometimes, Greg, I'm not sure I should be doing this." Mina stood and walked to the window, watching the wind terrorize the trees. He came up behind her and rested his hands on Mina's shoulders. "Yes you should. You're damn good at it, and people in this town love you. You're making a killing." Mina turned and kissed his cheek. "Thanks hon, sometimes I need to hear it. Well, I'm out of here. Think you can handle it?" "I'll be fine. I've just gotta finish up Mrs. Patterson's arrangement, then I'm done." Mina went to the back room and grabbed her purse. Calling out a good-bye to Greg, she headed for her car. She had to laugh to herself; Greg was a friend from school, big, burly, muscular, a deep voice that sent women's hearts aflutter, and ice blue eyes that had the ability to melt a glacier. But he was a gentle giant. He appreciated classical music, rarely watched football, and he moonlighted at her floral shop for extra cash. He enjoyed his part time work, but Mina couldn't help but smile watching him arrange a bridal bouquet. And she laughed aloud each time a customer found that a man, let alone such a manly looking one had done the arrangements for their wedding, birthday, or a funeral. They'd been friends since the sixth grade, and dated briefly in high school. They decided that a relationship wouldn't work, but all it did was draw them closer. Mina was a country girl with a dream. Ever since she was little she wanted to be around things that could grow. Things that were green. Watching the corn grow taller than she was always amazed her. Seeing trees stretch their arms to the uppermost reaches of the sky had the ability to astound her. Being able to witness flowers bud and bloom staggered her. So, when the opportunity came along for her to buy a floral business from an old family friend, she didn't hesitate. Once into it however, she had her share of doubts. But Greg was right- she was good at it, and people did love her. Plus, she bought the name and reputation right along with the inventory. It was a small town, the shop was already in good standing, and buying an established business was probably the smartest thing she could have done. Profits were up twenty percent, but Mina was rarely home to enjoy herself, let alone have the time to find a boyfriend. At twenty-eight, her biological clock was ticking, and there were no prospects in sight. At that thought, Mina frowned and pulled into her driveway. As she unlocked her front door, her cell phone began ringing. It was Greg. "What could go wrong in seven minutes?" "Nothing. Don't be so paranoid." He laughed. "I'm heading out, and I'm starving. Care for some food?" "Hmm. You do know how to tempt a girl." It was a quarter after eight, and Mina wasn't exactly looking forward to a dinner of popcorn or chips and salsa. "I always have. Change your clothes and I'll be over to get you in a few." She flipped the phone shut and let herself into the house. She turned on the hall light, and hummed to herself as she made her way to the bedroom. A plump white cat uncurled itself from her pillow and meowed a greeting. "Evening Michael. Keeping my bed warm for me?" Mina laughed as she slipped her dye stained shirt over her head. Her jeans were next. She ruffled through her clothes in the closet, undecided. Thinking of the autumn chill, she grabbed a fresh pair of jeans, slipped a pair of clogs on her feet, and wriggled into a tightly fitted black sweater. "I liked it better the other way." Mina gasped and flew around. "My God, Greg, I almost wet myself!" "That would have been entertaining also." He flashed a grin. "Get that lecherous look off your face, ya pervert." "Quit acting like I've never seen you naked before." At a stalemate, the pair eyed each other. Then they smiled. "Will I do?" Mina extended her arms and twirled. "You'll do. I had a clean shirt in the car, but my jeans are a lost cause." Mina walked to the door and switched off the light. "You smell like eucalyptus." The corner of her mouth quirked upwards. Greg leaned towards her with a seductive smirk on his lips, and for a second Mina thought he would kiss her. But his words stunted the arousal she was feeling. "You smell like fertilizer." "You ass!" Mina slugged him in the shoulder. Greg just licked his lips and shoved off the doorframe. Mina shook her head and headed towards the front door. "So where are ya taking me?" "Mickey D's. Where else?" Greg opened the passenger door of his car and gestured for her to sit. "Wow, you know how to treat a girl too." Mina smiled as he shut the door. As he seated himself behind the wheel, he added, "I'm teasing. A nice gal like you should get all the comforts of home cooked food. We'll head to Colonel Sanders." Greg waggled his eyebrows. "You're so sweet. How'd ya know Ah had a hankerin' for some home fried chickin?" Mina's exaggerated hillbilly accent caused Greg to laugh. "Ya'll country girls is the same. Getcha some chickin, and you're feelin' fine. Course, I don't reckon it'll hurt my chances of a roll in the hay." Greg suppressed a smile as he turned into traffic. "Joke's on you, Billy Bob. I ain't gotta hayloft." "Never said nuttin' 'bout no loft." The conversation continued to the restaurant, and Mina barely controlled her laughter as he ordered with his accent. She rolled her eyes as he informed the adolescent at the counter that she was his woman. Getting their drinks, Mina found a table that wasn't directly under the air conditioning vent. They ate, they talked, they laughed, and when the food was gone, they sat and talked some more. At the flower shop, they didn't get a chance to just sit and visit, so this was a welcome change. Suddenly Mina realized there was a different light to his eyes. A light that was shining... what.... Love? Longing? Both? She couldn't read it clearly enough to define, but she read it with enough clarity to know that he cared for her, and that he wanted her. Instantly sobered, Mina leaned forward in her chair. Greg broke off his sentence, noting the concentration in her gaze. "What's wrong?" Greg's brow furrowed in confusion. "How- why- where did we go wrong?" "Excuse me?" "Us. Our relationship in high school. What went wrong?" Mina stared at him intently. "Sweetie, we were just kids. We didn't know what we wanted or where we were going. We both had dreams, and we just weren't on the same path." Greg leaned forward also, resting his elbows on the table. "Why do you ask?" "I was looking at how you were looking at me. And it made me realize that I love you. More than just a friend, I think. That I've always had some sort of love for you. I've always been attracted to you.... I guess after the years I forgot why we broke up in school, and just accepted the way we were." "You figured all that out by looking at me?" Greg smiled slightly. Mina's voice was low. "You want me." Greg's stomach tightened. "You finally noticed." "I'm not sure how I feel about that." "I know exactly how I feel about it. My jeans have even figured it out." They watched each other from across the table. Mina shifted in her seat, a warmth flooding her belly. Greg shifted also, his arousal apparent. Heat. That's what it was. Finally Mina leaned back, and as she did so, Greg could make out the outline of her nipples straining against her sweater. He shut his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them, a flush of pink warmed Mina's cheeks. "What if it's just my biological clock ticking?" "Then I can hear it from here, and it's winding up the grandfather clock." A muscle in Greg's jaw twitched. Mina burst out laughing, then her eyes softened. "Would we be making a mistake?" "Not a chance. And that's my brain and my heart talking, believe it or not." Greg smiled. Mina's eyes glowed passion. "Then let us take our leave and break our fast." "We just ate. And it's ten o'clock at night." "I wasn't speaking of our fast from food." Understanding dawned, and Greg fairly jumped from the booth. Mina's eyes widened at the proof of his desire. His cock strained against his zipper, and made a visible bulge beneath the heavy denim of his jeans. She swallowed. He glanced down and his face turned red. "Let's go before I embarrass us both." Grabbing her hand they ran from the restaurant. He opened the car door for her, barely waiting until she was in before shutting it again. He jogged around to his side and slid behind the wheel. There was no casual chit chat as he backed out of the parking space, or as he turned into Main Street heading back to Mina's house. All of Greg's concentration was on driving, and his knuckles turned white on the steering wheel. He didn't look at her because he knew if he did, he'd pull over and take her in the front seat of his car. Mina turned in her seat to watch his features reflected in the headlights of other cars. He had an excellent jaw line, one that she couldn't wait to kiss. He licked his lips as she watched, and a flame flickered up her stomach and down her thighs. He finally did glance her way, and he saw that her eyes almost glowed with desire. Greg swallowed hard, and she admired the play of muscles in his cheeks and neck. Greg stepped a little harder on the accelerator and she smiled. It still seemed like years later that they pulled into her driveway. Mina was out of the car almost before he had it in park. He was out of the car almost before he turned off the engine. Mina had the door unlocked and was pushing through when he came up behind her, slamming it shut behind him. Mina spun suddenly, wrapping her arms around his neck. Being six-foot-three, Greg bent his knees some so her shorter stature could line their parts up correctly. Once her arms were wound as tight as they could go, he grabbed her behind her thighs and lifted her, so that her legs were around his waist. "Are you sure? You'll kill me if you say no." Greg's lips were a centimeter away from hers. "I'm sure. You know where the bedroom is." Mina moved the fraction of space forward, and their lips met in a wild, lusty kiss. Tongues explored and plundered, lips met and meshed, her hands ruffled through his hair, his hands caressed her bottom and up between her legs. She wriggled in his grasp, trying to get as close to him as possible. He began moving forward, opening his eyes as they kissed so he could get them safely to the bedroom. Once there, he set her on the bed and followed her down immediately. There he lay, between her thighs, pressing up against her, rocking his body into hers. Her legs writhed, parting as far as they could in the tight confines of her jeans, her heels hooking onto the backs of his knees, needing something stable in the world that was tilting. Finally, he broke his mouth free of hers, his breath coming in gasps. Her hands slipped from his shoulders, and she gently pushed him off to the side. Greg lay there, panting, his cock still straining to be released. Mina smiled, a tingling filling her body, wetness gathered between her legs. She sat up, grasping the bottom of her sweater, and pulled it over her head. Her bra came next. Greg groaned as her ample breasts were released. The chill in the room puckered her nipples almost instantly. But to be honest, it was half due to Greg staring at the rosy peaks. Mina laid back down, her fingers loosening the button and freeing the zipper of her jeans. Lifting her ass from the bed, she slid them down over her hips, past her knees, and used her feet to kick them off. Greg sucked in a breath as a red thong was revealed to his heated gaze. Mina sat up on her knees and 'walked' to where he lay, just a couple feet away. She urged him to sit up, and he complied, lifting his arms and she stripped his shirt from him. A still summer-bronzed chest with a light furring of hair was revealed, as was his flat, muscular stomach. Strong arms and hands lay dormant as he allowed Mina to do what she would. Getting the button and zipper undone was a tad tricky- there wasn't much room to work with. She smiled as he lifted his hips and helped her tug down his pants. All that was left was his boxers, but those quickly followed. His cock sprung from them, grateful to be free. Greg breathed a sigh of relief, closing his eyes for a few seconds. When he again opened them, Mina's hand was lightly running up and down his inner thighs. His cock gave a lurch, and a bead of moisture appeared at the tip. A slow, sexy smile graced Mina's lips, and she leaned down, using the tip of her tongue to gather the fluid. Greg's jaw clenched, and she swirled her tongue slowly around the head. He let out a moan. She took him into her mouth gently, slowly, gliding her tongue down his length. His hands clenched in the sheets, and his hips bucked upwards as he shivered in delight. He let her work her magic for a few minutes, sliding him deep then stopping to suck just the head. Greg moved his body slightly, and reaching forward, he tugged her thong to the side. Mina made a purring sound. He slipped his fingers between her legs to make her ready, and his eyes popped open as his fingers and palm were coated with moisture. He groaned and his cock gave another twitch. He found her clit and she moaned around him. His fingers delved deeper, slick with her essence, and slid easily inside her tight passage. She clenched her muscles around him, and his hips jerked upwards in response. They were both at the fever pitch of their arousal, staying as they were, moving slowly so that neither one would explode without the other. Their eyes were shut, and they moaned and sighed at the other's talent. Greg was the first to move. He slipped his fingers from her depths, and then Mina pulled up, giving his cock one last lingering lick. He smiled as he crowded her, pushing her onto her back. He settled himself between her legs, and she lifted them so that her knees were almost even with his shoulders. He braced himself, and with one hand guided the tip to her weeping entrance. And froze. Mina's hands had found his upper arms, and she was holding on for dear life, her stomach muscles quivering, her eyes shut, a moan escaping at the first prodding of his cock. Her eyes drifted open. Greg looked like he was in pain. "I don't have anything." His teeth clenched. "I- I'm not on the pill." "We'll stop." But he didn't move. "I'm not worried." She quickly calculated. "It's not that time." "If you're sure.." Greg swallowed hard. "I'm sure." Her hips thrust upwards and he slid in a little deeper. Greg's eyes popped open. Her hips wriggled, and her legs and feet tried to press him into her. After another few seconds of debate, he plunged forward. Mina cried out, then tightened her legs around his waist, writhing beneath him as he set a tempo. She clenched her muscles around him, her hands roved over his shoulders, arms and chest. She could feel his heart thundering against her palm, and her heartbeat raced to match it. Greg moved his weight from his hands to his elbows, laying his chest and stomach along hers. He kissed her neck, her ears, his tongue hungrily lapping at her heated skin. She turned her head and kissed and nipped at his neck and shoulder. Sweat glistened on their bodies as they frantically rode each other, fighting to reach the finish line. Greg reached between them and his fingers found her clit. With each thrust, he rocked his hand against her, and she whimpered, her fingers clenching his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. Their breathing came in ragged gasps. Greg's free hand caught her hair and pulled until her head tilted back and his mouth came down on hers with bruising force. Her hands rubbed up and down his back, frantically clutching him, kneading his muscles, moving down to grab his hips and ass, encouraging him to go deeper, faster, harder. Greg tore his mouth from hers and gasped out for her to let go so he could pull out. Mina shook her head, and clamped her legs harder around him, trapping him. He struggled to get free, intending to spill himself on her tummy. A throatily whispered word was his undoing. "Stay." Mina let out a breathy gasp and caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she came, her muscles tightening, clenching, and holding him deep as she convulsed around him. Greg removed his hand from between them and leaned back, grasping her hip as he came right along with her. Mina's legs wriggled, her hands clasped his upper arms, and she felt his cock lurch as he pumped himself inside her. He moved within her slower as he felt himself drain. Breathing hard, Greg collapsed on top of her, his face against her neck. Mina's heart still raced, and together they struggled to breath. She felt full. He was still inside her, which she loved, but she felt fulfilled somehow, felt like she belonged to him. His cum filled her passage, and she gave him a squeeze with her thighs. Greg took that as a sign to remove himself from her person, but her arms wound around his neck and forced him to stay. As their breathing evened out, she knew he was softening inside her, and felt their fluids slipping from her body. The thought aroused her anew, but she knew he needed to recover. Finally she let her legs fall to the sides, and her arms dropped from his shoulders. Greg groaned and lifted his upper body from her, and as he moved to slip out of her the rest of the way, she tightened around him and he gasped. "You're bad." "Not." Mina smiled. Greg smiled back as he rolled to the side. Together they laid still, letting the cool breeze from the window dry their bodies, and finally their hearts slowed to normal beats. Mina stretched, and Greg watched as she squeezed her legs together. She reached a hand down and laughed as she realized her thong was still on, just not quite right. She cupped a hand between her legs and pushed up, and Greg's eyes widened. She moaned with delight. "My new favorite thing." Mina's eyes twinkled. "What?" She rolled to him and whispered breathily in his ear. "Feeling you inside me, even when you're gone." Greg's mouth went dry, and he looked down with surprise as he felt himself begin to harden again. Mina caught her bottom lip between her teeth as she noticed his reaction. "You're going to kill me." Greg groaned. "Not today." Mina smirked and rolled on top of him. "What do you think you're doing?" "Satisfying twelve years of curiosity. What else?" Mina's hand reached down and grasped his cock. Greg gasped. "You're insatiable, I can tell already." His hips moved upwards. "You're complaining?" "Maybe." It was his turn to smirk. "Sir, I do apologize, but the complaint department is only open until six. You'll have to call them first thing in the morning." Mina guided him inside her. Fall Lovin' "I'll do that." His hands grabbed her hips as he slammed upwards, filling her completely. "Good." ~*~ The next couple weeks passed quickly for Mina and Greg. They worked, they played, and they spent as much time as possible getting to know each other on a relationship level. They went decoration shopping, they made displays for the floral shop and their respective houses. To be known, they spent more time at Mina's house than anywhere else. And more time in the bedroom than anywhere else. They made their arrangements and bouquets, dealt with Clara's eccentric ideas, and hired a new girl to replace Joanna. And when the days were done, they locked the shop doors and snuck into the backroom for a quickie before they went to Mina's house, made dinner, then made love. ~*~ The week of Halloween turned hectic. They ran out of pumpkins, the new girl quit because she couldn't handle her advanced class workload and a job at the same time, and Clara ran around in a witch's hat 'casting spells' on flowers and customers. Mina had a crock pot of mulled cider up front, and constantly chased kids out of the store before they drank it all or spilled it and made a sticky mess. There was a community parade and party that coming Saturday night, and Mina still didn't have a costume. Thursday night, Greg had to work late at his 'real' job, so he didn't get to the shop until almost seven. The shop closed at eight, and Mina was feeling the strain of the week. If she had to look at one more gourd she was going to stab herself in the eye with a dull pencil. Her hands and wrists had tiny cuts from thorns and wires and straw. She had just finished dealing with a particularly picky customer, and Greg came strolling through the door with an easy smile on his face. "Hello gorgeous." He bent and dropped a kiss to her forehead. Mina burst out crying. "What's wrong?" Greg quickly pulled up a chair and sat beside her. "Everything!" Mina pushed her bangs out of her eyes. He gently rubbed her back as she poured out her woes from the day. Spent, she leaned her head on his shoulder. "Well, here's what we'll do. I'll take tomorrow off, since I'm already off on Saturday. I'll call that one high school kid that worked here part time last summer and see if she can come help the next couple days. I'll have a talk with Clara in the morning, and we'll put the crock pot behind the counter. You and I will close up here in a few, and go to as many stores as it takes to find you a costume." Mina blinked tear-filled eyes at him. "You're perfect." "Just wait. Then when we get home, I'll run you a nice hot pumpkin spice bubble bath, then rub your feet. Then I'll have my way with you, and you'll be so exhausted you'll fall right to sleep, snuggled up against me. Does that sound good?" "Yes. Yes, it sounds heavenly." Mina wiped her face and smiled. Greg stood and did everything he said he was going to do, then flipped off the lights and turned the 'closed' sign. They left and she locked the door behind her. Feeling much better, Mina reflected on the fact that everything was better when Greg was around. As they got into his car, Mina wondered where this relationship of theirs was going to go. Finally she asked. "So, what do you think... about us I mean." "What do you mean?" "Well, where do you see this going?" Mina turned in the seat slightly to watch his face. "I'm not sure. Wherever it goes I guess." He smiled. "I guess I'm just kind of afraid you're going to get tired of me." "No! Mina, no way. I've been around you since we were kids. I'm not going to get tired of you." He reached and grabbed her hand. "Each day we're together makes me want the next one even more. You're good for me." "That's how I feel about you too. Things are so much better and brighter with you around." Mina's thumb stroked his hand gently. "I really missed you today." She swallowed. "I could tell. I'm sorry I wasn't there for you." "Don't be. I'm a big girl. But today just really got to me. This whole week has been ridiculous." "Well, it's almost over. Two more days." He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. "It seems like a year." Mina sighed and snuggled deeper into her seat, closing her eyes. "Wake up sleeping beauty. We're at the Halloween superstore. For all your costume and decorating needs." Greg smiled as he kissed her to full consciousness. "Good thing they've extended their hours this week." Mina yawned and stretched, unbuckling and getting out of the car. They walked hand in hand to the store, and were greeted by scary music and the smell of cinnamon and apples. A sales associate asked if they needed help and they declined, heading directly to the costumes. Quickly discarding the sexy ones, Mina headed for a more family appropriate section. It was a community party after all. Greg wrinkled his nose at the really chaste costumes, and together they settled on a few that would be acceptable. Mina went into the dressing room and pulled on the first one, which was a dark angel, complete with black wings and a black halo. Opening the curtain, Greg smiled and made a so-so motion with his hand. Mina smiled and headed back in to try on the witch one. It was all right also, but it was sort of itchy, so Mina opted to discard. Finally, she opened the curtain a little and revealed a leg with a thigh high white stocking with a small blue bow at the top. Greg's eyes widened. He saw a flash of white and blue, and the curtain parted the rest of the way. It was a Dorothy from 'The Wizard of Oz' costume. A white frilled undershirt, with a blue and white checkered skirt, bibs and all. A small basket and a stuffed dog was even included. The skirt was so short, it barely covered her ass and upper thighs. Greg felt himself harden, as he looked down to the red ruby slippers, which were spike stiletto high heels. Greg groaned and shut his eyes. "Imagine. Pigtails and blue bows. How cute is this!" Mina smiled. "Where did that come from?" He gritted his teeth. "It was in here. I love it. But it's not acceptable." She frowned. Greg ran to the costumes and found the 'normal' Dorothy costume, and she quickly changed into that, but kept the spike heels. That skirt was more modest, but with some careful sewing, she could shorten it enough to be sexy, but not so much to be vulgar. Mina giggled at the telling bulge beneath Greg's zipper. He liked it. She liked that. Once the purchase was made, they headed home. She reached over and fondled him through his khakis, and he reached over and slipped his hand inside her pants, feeling her grow wet at his touch. The drive seemed to take forever, and by the time they got home, they were both close to bursting. They met at the front of the car, and frantically began kissing. At the front door, Mina's back was slammed up against it as Greg dug for his key, his tongue plundered her mouth, and his hips ground insistently against her. With much fumbling, the door was finally unlocked, and they were safely inside the walls. They tore at each other's clothes, then halfway through decided they didn't care. Her jeans and panties were the only things that came off all the way, other than his shirt. With his pants around his ankles, Greg lifted Mina and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked to the kitchen and put her up on the counter. She reached down and guided him to her, and he bucked up inside her. Scooting closer to the edge, Mina braced her feet against the cupboards, and Greg breathed in her ear. "I need to taste you." He slid from her melting body and crouched, burying his face between her legs. His tongue licked and lapped at her clit, and his fingers slid deftly inside her. Mina gasped and wriggled, wanting more, deeper, harder. Greg sucked her clit between his teeth and bit down gently, teasing the tip of it with his tongue. Mina yelped and bucked towards him, her pussy clutching desperately at his fingers as she came. Her need immediately built again, and Greg stood back up and slipped his cock between her swollen lips. Mina wrapped her legs around his waist as he slid home, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Greg clutched her hips and held her still while he thrust. She wriggled and scooted forward again, meeting him stroke for stroke. Greg's lips sought hers, and they kissed wildly, each trying to consume the other. Hands roamed, muscles rippled, and breath caught. Mina bit her bottom lip and clamped around him even as he grunted and found his own release. He collapsed against the cupboards, his forehead dropping to the curve of her shoulder. Mina sighed and wiggled against him. Greg groaned and she giggled. He slipped free and Mina hopped off the counter, landing shakily on unsteady legs. "Let's get cleaned up and head for bed. I'm exhausted." Mina headed for the bathroom. "Uh-huh." Greg followed groggily behind. ~*~*~ The day of the Halloween party dawn bright and sunny. It was even warmer than it was supposed to be. But by that afternoon, gray clouds rolled in, and the temperature dropped. Mina was okay with that. It was more fall-ish. You couldn't have a Halloween party if it looked like July outside. "Honey, do we have any more cider? The cauldron is almost empty." Greg came into the back of the store. "Yeah.. You'll have to wait a bit for it to heat up though. But it's in the fridge." Mina was under a table plugging in a strand of lights. Her bottom swayed in her tight jeans as she reached for the outlet. "That's a mighty interesting position you're in." Greg propped himself against the doorjamb and looked his fill. Mina wiggled her butt. "Yeah, I like it." Greg laughed. "Oh hush. Get the cider cookin' then come help me load these hay bales into the van." Mina crawled from under the table and brushed off the knees of her jeans. "Those need to go to the party, right?" "Yep. Tommy is going to drive them over for me. I can't leave yet. The Wallace's will be here any time to pick up their stuff, and you know how funny Georgina is about her arrangements." Mina ruffled her hair, sending bits of hay drifting to the floor. "Yep. I'd say I'd help, but that woman scares me to death." Greg laughed and dropped a kiss to Mina's forehead as he moved past her to get the cider. Greg had left the flower shop, went home and changed, then headed to the community hall to make sure the decorations were where they should be. His cell phone rang, and it was Mina calling to let him know she might be late. The party was just starting when he heard a few clicks behind him. "So, Mr. Scarecrow, how are things coming?" "Ah, Dorothy, you made it!" Greg turned and his eyes popped as he took in her costume. "That's shorter than I remember." "It is. I did some last minute adjustments." Mina smiled, and flipped her pigtails over her shoulders. "Greg! We can't do that!" Mina squirmed against his embrace. "Oh yes we can." He leaned in and kissed her neck, then trailed his tongue along her earlobe. "This is a public place!" "So?" Greg grinned wolfishly. The couple was dancing, having a lovely time, and Mina noticed that look in his eyes. The one that said she was in big trouble. He wanted her, and he wanted her instantly. The problem was, they were in the middle of a crowded dance floor, in the middle of the community Halloween party. But Greg didn't seem to mind. "Look Dorothy," Greg whispered huskily in her ear, "You're making me hot. I've been hard ever since you popped up behind me in that costume. You've been teasing me with that sexy ass, those nice legs, and I'm pretty sure your tits are going to fall out at any moment." He took a minute to lap at her ear again, sucking the lobe into his mouth. Goosebumps rose on Mina's skin, and a tickle started deep inside her womb. The fact was, she was, and had been just as aroused as he, only girls don't have to show it off. And his words had made it worse, especially since every step she took while they danced, she felt herself getting wetter. "Feel me, hot and hard against you, and tell me you don't want it. Feel me, Mina." He whispered again, and caught her hips so he could show her the proof of his desire. "Tell me you aren't dripping wet, and I'll drop it. Tell me." Mina's breath grew shallow, and she knew her traitorous body was going to get her fucked in a dark hallway. But by that point, she didn't care. She glanced around, seeing if anyone had noticed their bad behavior. But the lights were low, and strobe lights made everything blurry. No one was paying them any attention. "Feel me, Greg." His eyes widened. "Right here?" "Secretly, but yes." Greg slid his hand between their bodies, and made his way up her skirt. He felt dampness as he reached her upper thighs, and his eyes gleamed with triumph. Her face turned red in the dark, and she gasped as he drew her thong aside and plunged his fingers within her folds. Greg groaned, and his hips shot forward. "We've gotta go." He removed his hand after an extra swipe to her clit, and her pussy throbbed along with her heartbeat. They left the dance floor with Greg pulling her along by her hand. They weaved through the other dancers, through teenagers and chaperones, and they made it to the hall. There were people all over the place. Greg swore under his breath, and he jogged towards the exit sign. "Where are we going now?" Mina was breathless. "Outside." "What!?" A laugh rumbled deep in Greg's chest. They rushed through the doors, and Greg pulled her around the side, then back behind the building. There was no one around. He spun, and shoved Mina against the rough brick of the building. She gasped, and his mouth crashed down on hers. Greg fumbled at the fastening of his pants, and Mina reached down and slipped her thong off. As she raised back up, Greg caught her by a pigtail, and she ended up eyes to eye with his cock. A bead of moisture graced the tip, and she caught it with her tongue. Greg laughed, and she shoved her thong in his pants pocket. He jerked her upright by her hair, caught her under her thighs, and lifted her against the wall. Mina's legs wrapped around his middle, and his cock plunged into her wet heat. He groaned, she gasped. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and he pounded her against the wall. Mina knew a bit of pain from the wall biting into her back, but it quickly gave way to an erotic haze, and she felt as if he was splitting her in two. He pumped quickly, she bit her lips to keep from screaming, and he released her with one hand and found her clit as he braced her weight against the wall. He fucked her deep and hard, and she came quickly. His fingers stroked, rubbed, and circled her clit relentlessly, and it was all she could do to keep from moaning. The only sounds were their labored breathing and the sound of friction from her back and costume against the wall. She came twice more, and Greg asked if she was ready. She was. He gave a few furious thrusts, and groaned as his cock jerked inside of her, splashing her with his cum. Mina's legs slipped down off of Greg's hips, and he helped her to stand. He took a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to her, and Mina made quick work of cleaning herself up. She still felt damp, but there was nothing to be done for it right that second. "Ready to go back in?" Greg took her hand. "Can I have my panties back?" "Not a chance lady. I need easy access for when we get home." Greg winked and they reentered the building. The rest of the party went great. They had games for the kids, they bobbed for apples, drank too much cider and ate too much candy. The small town community united, and it was the best Halloween party they'd ever had, (or so they claimed.) A committee had been decided on in advance to clean up afterwards, but they all agreed it could wait til the next day, since they party didn't break up til after midnight. So with high spirits, the community departed. Some couples carrying sleeping children, other couples trying to get control of their sugar-filled monsters. Most of the elderly had already left, and the middle aged couples that didn't have children all had that gleam in their eye. Mina laughed as they got into the car. "I don't think we're the only ones heading home to do naughty things. Look at Josh and April Bateman. He's going to tear her clothes off!" Greg joined in the laughter. "You're absolutely right. Us men, ya see, have great ideas." He put the car in gear, and slowly steered his way through traffic. "Women have good ideas sometimes too ya know." "Not as often as men." Greg laughed. "Oh yeah?" Mina locked her door, and shifted to the side as far as her seatbelt would allow. "What are you doing?" Greg glanced to the side. "Nothing." Mina smiled, but it was a devious one. "I don't believe you." He laughed. Mina spread her legs, and propped her right foot up on the dashboard. "You stole my panties, remember?" "Yeah. I remember." Greg's breathing had sped up slightly. He silently thanked God that it was only a few minutes back to the house. Even in the dim light, he could see her swollen lips, and the glistening of moisture there. "I'm still a little wet.. That will help when we get home. Somehow I don't think there will be much preliminary activities. You're pretty insistent." Mina smiled, and her right hand drifted down between her legs. Greg looked over and his eyes widened. "You're going to cause me to wreck." "Then don't look for that long." Mina's fingers gently circled her clit. So he didn't. Only every few seconds he'd glance over. His cock twitched to life in his costume, and he just wanted to pull over. But they were almost there. Mina moaned, and let her head drop back against the window. Her fingers moved a little faster, and her hips started moving in rhythm. She sighed and her tongue darted out, wetting her lips. Greg's foot had let off the accelorator slightly, and he glanced more often. "Mina, this isn't safe. You've got to stop. We're almost home." "Please... Greg.." He turned onto her street, then a few seconds later pulled into the driveway. Shutting off the car, he unbuckled and turned towards her. "Let me see your cock Greg. I know you're hard... please.." "I can't believe this..." With a glance around to make sure no neighbors were out, he released his cock from his pants. Mina's eyes instantly flashed, and she rubbed a little harder. Greg's hand moved and he slowly began stroking himself. Mina moaned. "Can I come now? Or do you want me to wait for you?" "No, go ahead. You will again anyway." Mina moaned, licking her lips as she watched his hand stroke his cock. Her fingers moved faster, then her back arched as she whimpered. "Yes.." Her fingers slowed and moved away completely. "Ahh, so much better. How 'bout you?" "Not quite." Greg shoved himself back into his pants. "Get out." The couple exited the car and got into the house. They headed straight for the bedroom. Greg muttered something about him turning her into an exhibitionist. She climbed into the bed as he shut the blinds. When Greg turned around, Mina was on her hands and knees on the bed with her skirt flipped up over her ass. He had to admit he came pretty close to coming in his pants over that sight. "Watch the heels. Don't impale yourself." Mina giggled as she looked back at him over her shoulder. "The only one getting impaled is you, my love." Greg smiled and pulled his pants down as he walked quickly to the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled her back so that she was at the edge and he could stand up behind her. With one deep thrust, he slid inside her completely. Mina bucked and tightened her muscles as he began moving. As Greg thrust, he reached and caught her pigtails with one hand and jerked her head back. Mina whimpered and wriggled back against him as he fucked her. Fall Lovin' Their breathing heavy, Greg leaned forward and wrapped his arm around her waist, shifting it low so his forearm laid across her hips. He held her steady as he thrust, and Mina suddenly gasped, rocking back against him as she came. The pressure against her lower stomach had caused that one. "Yes.. Greg.. Oh god.." She immediately felt another orgasm building. Greg groaned as he worked his hips faster. He was close... and then Mina reached down and began rubbing herself again. She let her fingertips slip back and felt his cock as it slid in and out of her. Greg shut his eyes, and then her fingers were gone, back up to rub against her clit. "That's it baby.. Come one more time for me.." At his words, Mina whimpered and let herself go. She yelped at the intensity of it, and Greg almost grunted as he felt her pussy clamp around him. With a few last frantic thrusts he came also, gasping as her muscles quivered and danced, seeming to draw every last drop from him. Greg leaned back, unwrapping his arm from her, and then withdrew. Mina sighed and straightened her legs so that she was laying on her stomach, but her legs were off the bed. "Doesn't look very comfortable." Greg laughed as he stripped out of the rest of his costume. "It's not. But I can't move." Mina's laughter was muffled by the bedspread. Greg gently lifted her the rest of the way onto the bed then crawled into his side. Mina finally recovered and stood, stripping her costume off also. She yawned as she curled up next to Greg under the covers. "This was one hell of a Halloween." "Sure was. I don't think it can get any better than that." Mina smiled against Greg's shoulder, and fell instantly asleep.