Halloween Bouncy House

Author's note: Thanks for choosing to read my story. I had a lot of fun writing it! This was inspired by the

Halloween Story Contest 2023

, and as such takes place at a Halloween costume party. The two main characters have a slow burn that heats up on the dance floor and continues to a bouncy house outside in the dark. Enjoy!

On a crisp Halloween night, the atmosphere was electric with anticipation. The promise of a party filled with snug costumes, flowing drinks, and darkened corners excited even the shyest college students (all 21 and up, of course). While putting up the final spider web decorations in the common room, Emily stole glances at Jake, tall with dark hair and dressed in an oversized, brown, one-piece dog costume. He was arranging cups and napkins on the orange tableclothed table. She was secretly hoping he would make a move tonight after weeks of small talk.

"Thank you, Jake, for stepping in to help set everything up tonight," Emily said, cutting the awkward silence in the room. "This would have been quite a task to handle on my own."

Jake walked over, his costume's tail wagging playfully behind him, to hand her more spider webbing. "No worries, Emily. Truthfully, I thought the party started at 8, not 9, so I'm just early."

Jake met her about a month ago on the Quad through some mutual friends. They always had fun when they hung out, but Jake couldn't help being utterly captivated by her full hourglass figure in her fishnets, short skirt, and tight corset when he walked into the empty room half an hour ago. Rather than leaving, he decided to lend a hand hoping it would make a positive impression. Perhaps, just maybe, he would finally get lucky this semester.

Jake steadied the ladder for Emily as she climbed up to attach the spider to the corner. At first, his gaze was fixed on the shoes in front of his face. Her brown leather lace-up boots with brass buckles were an intriguing choice of footwear. Traveling upward, his eyes landed on her black fishnets, which had rips for added flair. Curious, his eyes went to her short brown, flowy skirt with matching brass buttons. If his eye line went directly under her, he could see the tights stopping in a thick lace band at the space between her legs and her ass. He could almost see the curve beyond that. Jake wondered if he moved just a bit...

Interrupting his lustful thoughts, Emily's voice pulled him back to reality. "Can you help me down?" she asked cheerfully.

"Of course," Jake reacted, placing his hands on her sides, feeling the soft leather corset cinching her waist and almost reaching her squeezed-in breasts as she carefully stepped down. She turned around at the bottom of the ladder, facing him. Jake didn't move in time and her body grazed his chest. Sensing an awkward moment, Jake managed to step back and squeeze out, "What are you dressed as?"

Emily reached up to her brass-rimmed goggles perched on top of her short, brown hair. "I was going for a steampunk look," she explained, her eyes sparkling. "I already had these goggles for some reason and then added some metal bits to pull it all together. Does it work?"

Before Jake could respond, a noticeable shift in the room's energy caught their attention. Their gaze turned toward the doorway where a group of people walked in dressed in a myriad of costumes and bearing bottles of booze. One dark figure with long blond hair walked directly towards them, draped in a snug, ebony lace dress that clung to her every curve. The bodice accentuated her larger-than-average breasts with a striking blood-red pendant nestled alluring between her cleavage.

"Emily," the sexy figure purred, "this looks good. I might have gone for something more creepy and less middle school dance, but it'll do."

"Thanks, Sarah," Emily replied with a slight edge to her tone. "Everything should all be set up now unless you want to add anything else."

Sarah, ignoring Emily, shifted her attention to Jake and zeroed in on his costume. "Oh, this is an interesting costume," she remarked, walking close, and pinching Jake's dog ear.

Jake's heart began to race as he felt Sarah pressing into his body. He mustered an attempt at a sultry reply, "Thanks." He took an inhale of her spicy scent and glanced at her tantalizing cleavage. The closeness caused his cock to jump slightly.

With a disdainful wrinkle of her nose, Sarah backed away, saying, "Too bad it also smells like a dog." She gave a dismissive flick of her hand and sauntered out of the room, leaving an air of chilly arrogance in her wake.

"Whoa. Who's that?" Jake asked Emily, equally curious about her mean-girl attitude as he was about his physical response.

Emily glanced around the room evaluating her decoration choices. "That's Sarah, she said, gesturing towards the striking woman in question. "She was supposed to be my co-planner for the costume party. She planned the games in the other room, and I planned this." She motioned around the room with a hint of self-doubt. "I guess it is a bit childish."

"Nah," Jake responded with a chuckle, his gaze drifting towards Sarah's backside as she walked away and then to the blow-up pumpkin in the corner. "Maybe just a little childish, but that doesn't mean it's bad."

Emily nodded in agreement. "Sarah's okay most of the time, but she can be a bit spicy," she explained. Her eyes shifted to Jake and leaned in to take a whiff of his costume. "And you don't smell," she said with a playful smile.

"Thanks for saying that, but I did borrow this from a friend who has a dog. It probably does smell, which I hope makes me that much more authentic," Jake earned a giggle from Emily. "You have a great laugh."

Emily could feel her cheeks warming up, and she hoped she wasn't turning too bright a shade of red from embarrassment. "Thanks," she managed to say, summoning her confidence. "You're pretty funny."

They shared a lingering gaze as Jake stepped closer to Emily. Suddenly, louder voices in the hallway interrupted the moment causing them to jump.

"Jake! Let's get this party started," Ethan yelled as he strolled into the room, carrying a case of beer in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other.

Jake walked over to him, greeting him with enthusiasm, "Glad you could make it!" However, Jake couldn't help but wish Ethan had arrived just a few minutes later, preserving the moment he'd nearly had with Emily. "This is Emily," Jake introduced, nodding toward her. "And this is one of my roommates, Ethan. Is Max coming, too?"

"Ahh, who knows? You know how he gets at group events. He's such a bit of an introvert," Ethan providing context, looking at Emily.

"Well, I'm glad

you

could make it, Ethan, or should I say Spiderman," Emily commented, her eyes scanning Ethan's perfectly tight Spiderman suit, noting his muscular build. "I love this costume."

"Costume? Is this a costume party? I just wore my day-to-day crime-fighting outfit," Ethan joked, playfully flexing his biceps.

Emily laughed at the joke, finding it hard not to notice Ethan's well-toned abs under that suit and the huge bulge just beneath it.

Jake saw Emily's growing interest in his roommate and his jaw tightened. Before he could win back her attention, Emily reluctantly excused herself to finish setting up.

Ethan quickly turned to face Jake, declaring, "We need shots!"

After a few minutes, a few shots, and a beer later, Ethan couldn't help but notice Jake scanning the room, "Are you looking for someone, Jake? It's that Emily girl, isn't it? She had a cute ass in that skirt."

"Of course, you noticed her ass," Jake said defensively, secretly remembering the delicious curve he had glimpsed up her skirt. From a dimly lit corner, they both noticed Emily engaging in a conversation with Sarah near the speakers.

"Who's that blond chick?" Ethan asked, referring to Sarah.

Jake shared what he knew as they both traced with their eyes the black lace from her long legs to her heaving chest. By the time their gazes reached her pouty, red lips, Emily had already left to turn on a device by the speaker. The first song that played was "Monster Mash," which made Jake chuckle to himself thinking of middle school. However, Sarah turned quickly on her spot and charged towards Emily. She changed the playlist, shifting the mood to "Let's Get It On" -a bold choice to kick off the evening.

Emily walked over to the table looking frustrated and pouring herself some juice. Jake approached her with the tequila bottle he was holding, and she welcomed a pour in her cup.

"Thanks," she sighed, offering a thin smile. "I guess I was going for fun, not sultry."

Ethan came over with a fresh beer for each of them. "This party is getting hot now," he remarked, gesturing over to a Mummy and a Sexy Bumblebee quite literally getting it on.

"I think I'd need a few more shots before I could do that," Emily said, pouring another tequila shot into her now-empty glass.

Jake and Ethan exchanged a knowing look and Jake's chest puffed up with hopeful anticipation.

"So, what else is going on at this party? Is there more than just this room?" Ethan inquired.

Emily grinned, her eyes dancing with excitement. "Oh, absolutely! We've got this room right here that I like to call the 'Booze 'n Boogie Hall' -which is for refreshments and dancing... or," looking over at the Bee not so discreetly removing part of the Mummy's wrappings, "maybe it should be 'The Cryptic Cabaret.'"

She continued, "Next door, there is another common room. Sarah set up some games. There are darts, foosball, a poker table, cornhole, and some other stuff. I had grand plans for it, wanting to name it the 'Pumpkin Patch Playroom' with pumpkin carving and bobbing for apples, but those ideas were shot down." Emily let out a sigh before her face lit up again. "But I

did

manage to convince the first floor to set up a haunted hallway. It's dark and spooky and even includes a hall of mirrors."

Jake looked impressed "Really? A haunted house in a dorm? That sounds cool. You really went all out."

"I am nothing without a theme," Emily beamed. With a mischievous grin, she leaned in closer. "My absolute favorite part? The bouncy house!" She emphasized the words, her enthusiasm contagious.

Ethan burst into laughter. "Wait. Did you say bouncy house? Now that's a blast from the past."

Ethan and Jake had no idea, but Emily had a sex bucket list, a collection of her top 10 places she wanted to have sex before she died or got married, whichever came first. Her list was a mix of adventurous and intriguing locations, some more daring than others. There were fantasies of outdoor escapades, in the water, or in public settings.

Surprisingly, a bouncy house held the number 6 spot on her list, sandwiched between the beach at sunset and a steamy rendezvous in the men's shower room at the college gym. She crafted it this past summer in a moment of sexual frustration, filling it with thrilling ideas and desires she longed to experience. Yet, with the demands of school and the shyness that sometimes held her back, fulfilling these fantasies proved to be a challenge.

"It's old-school nostalgia for sure. I got a great deal from the rental place, and they even threw in free cleanup, so why not, right?" Emily explained, a playful glint in her eye.

"That's really cool, Emily. Where is it at?" Jake asked, genuinely interested.

"It's right out the back door over there. I didn't want it out in the quad, you know? It could get vandalized. So, it's tucked away, and you'd have to know it's there to find it," Emily said, her cheeks turning a shade redder, or so Jake thought.

Ethan's attention was drawn to a group of girls across the room and waved at them. "Hey," he said turning to Jake, "I'm going to say hi to some people. Catch you in a bit."

"Sure thing. See you around," Jake replied, raising his beer as a goodbye.

"If you have people to see," Emily began, feeling a bit self-conscious about monopolizing his time.

"No, I'm good," Jake interjected with a warm smile. "Actually, I was just about to ask if you wanted to dance."

"I would like that," Emily responded with a grin. "Maybe another shot first though," she said as she downed her beer and then gave them both a healthy pour of the tequila bottle.

Jake hardened slightly as he watched her down it with one big swallow.

They walked to the makeshift dance floor and started to move. The rhythm of the music coursed through their veins as they danced together, their bodies moving in sync just inches from each other. Jake pulled Emily even closer to him, their bodies pressed together, swaying to the music as they lost themselves in the moment.

When "I'll Make Love to You" started playing, they locked their eyes briefly before their lips met, electricity running through their bodies. Jake sucked in her top lip before licking it with his tongue. Emily moved her hand behind Jake's head, kissing him deeply and tangling her fingers in his hair. Jake, encouraged, moved one hand from her waist to her swaying, curvy ass he couldn't get out of his head.

She didn't resist when his hands moved lower, and a sexy giggle escaped her lips when he squeezed her butt. While he explored her body further, Emily turned around, her back to him, and pressed her hips towards his. She was moving in the opposite direction of Jake, grinding against his growing manhood with every turn.

The dark room and tequila were making Jake brave. He reached down so he could move his hands daringly past her skirt, trying to feel her stockings. His fingers traced the contours of her legs and rips in the tights, venturing further upward as she continued to press herself against him. Her skirt was loose, which granted him unhindered access to everything under it. When the tights ended far up her leg, he lifted his fingers over the curve of her hips to explore the supple, bare skin, memorizing every curve and dip of her ass that wasn't pressed into him.

Jake's energetic touches on her skin stroked the fires of desire within Emily, igniting a passionate heat that traveled to her very core. She couldn't get enough of him. Emily slipped her hand between them, her fingers dancing over the hardness beneath Jake's dog costume. She rubbed up and down his length. The one-piece outfit made it difficult to gauge his full size, but she was more than content with the glimpse she could feel.

Encouraged, Jake moved his right hand to the front of Emily's skirt. He reached up to find her warmth and felt instead a thin, damp fabric. "Thong," he thought to himself.

At that moment, Emily pushed into his torso and settled herself, moving her entire body to the pulsing beat of "Despacito." Her hips moved in circles, her back arched, and her arms lifted to wrap around his neck. Jake moved his hands over her exposed body, surveying her hips, her waist, her stomach, and the sides of her breasts. Her movement was drawing all the blood in his body to the spot she was pushing into.

Their intimate moment, charged with simmering intensity, slowly shattered as they noticed the song that was playing had stopped. And nothing took its place. Since they were the only ones still dancing in the middle of the silent room, Emily assumed the music had stopped moments ago.

Heat rose from Emily's chest to her face with embarrassment.

"I have to fix this," Emily said breathlessly. "You can," she glanced down at his erection and bit her lip, "stay here."

"Okay," was all Jake could manage.

She quickly walked to the music and changed the playlist. Jake didn't hear what the song was. His ears were filled with the swishing of his blood coursing through his body.

He was uncomfortably hard considering he was in a room with at least 30 other people. At least the lights were turned low. He looked around the room and saw the table with beer. Robotically, he adjusted himself and walked over to grab a drink. She found him shortly after that.

She joined him with a beer and tipped the bottle back, wrapping her swollen lips around the glass bottle and taking a long drink. When she finished, Emily slowly licked a stray drip off the rim, looking intently at Jake as she did so. Any chance at softening his boner was gone now.

"You want to get out of here?" Jake asked, taking a chance.

"Hell, yes," she quickly answered, grabbing his hand and leading him out of the room.

They quickly passed by the game room and Jake thought he saw Ethan playing darts with Sarah. Was his shirt off? That would be an interesting turn of events.

Looking back in front of him, Jake watched Emily's butt sway back and forth with each step.

"Is your room close by?" he wondered, curious how long he had to wait to touch her again.

Emily stopped abruptly, "It's actually down the hall that way," she said pointing in the opposite direction. "And then up 4 floors."

"Oh," Jake looked confused. "Then where are we going?"

With a teasing smile, Emily replied, "You'll see." She pushed open the exit door they stopped in front of, beckoning Jake to follow her.

Emily and Jake were momentarily blinded as they walked from the well-lit hallway to the darkness of the night. As their eyes adjusted, the bouncy house gradually came into focus. It was nestled between two trees on one side and a set of bushes on the other. In the moonlight, it was a bit difficult to discern the colors, but it seemed to be the classic red, yellow, and blue bouncy houses one might find at childhood festivals.

"Oh, it's the bouncy house," Jake attempted to sound amused but was genuinely surprised. He thought they would be in her bedroom, not jumping around on a kid's toy. He should be ripping her clothes off right now.

Emily could sense his hesitation. Did he not know why they were there? Or did he not want to have sex with her? After some mental tennis, Emily decided to be clear about what she wanted so he could give a clear answer.

"Jake," she whispered, hesitantly placing her arm around his neck to pull them closer, "I really enjoyed dancing with you."

Jake moved down to kiss her. Regardless of where they were, he was drawn to the way her face and cleavage reflected the moonlight.

After a few moments, Emily pulled away. "I was wondering," she sighed, "if you would like to continue...umm, to take it further with me." She took a deep inhale and added, "Here."

"Here, as in outside?" Jake wondered out loud, sneaking a glance at the brown crunchy leaves at their feet.

"There," Emily said, pointing in front of them.

Jake followed her finger to the bouncy house and a light bulb went off in his head. His thought process would have been faster if he hadn't had 6 drinks in the last hour or if he wasn't as hard as a rock. He wanted to kiss her again but hesitated. "Won't people be using it? Aren't you worried that other people will be coming outside?"

Feeling tingling electrical shocks reverberate through her body, Emily heavily sighed "No."

Seeing the strange look on his face, she elaborated, "The bouncy house was never listed as a party activity. Only a handful of people know it's here, and even they only know what I told them—that there's a malfunction in the valve and using it would void our hefty deposit. It's scheduled to be picked up first thing in the morning."

"Oh...OHHHHH," it took Jake a few moments for the words to sink in. When it did, he smiled greedily, and he lunged forward. Wanting to get back to where they were on the dance floor, he kissed her deeply, his tongue exploring every part of her mouth. His hands, finally able to touch her again, clumsily rubbed the length of her back, from her neck to her ass.

With heat rising in Emily's body, she pulled away and took hold of the only zipper on the dog costume, guiding it slowly down his body. She took in every new piece of skin as it was revealed and tried not to be disappointed to see boxer briefs covering his manhood. When the zipper went as far as it could, Emily placed her hands on his stomach, caressing the skin on his abs, feeling his soft sides, running fingers in his chest hair, and rubbing his hard nipples. Continuing her path, she splayed her hands around his neck before reaching behind his head and forward to his ears, tugging a bit on the lobes.