Chris was looking forward to the night ahead of him. If there was one holiday he loved as much as Christmas, it was Halloween. Memories of being a kid collecting candy had always been a source of nostalgia. Now in his early 20s, Halloween meant parties. The candy had taken a different form now that he was older; from chocolate bars to some shots and women dressed in the most seductive costumes designed by man.
Chris chuckled at this thought. The costumes that these women wore were most definitely the work of men. From skimpy school girl costumes to the skin tight Playboy bunny costumes, Chris love it all.
Recently, Chris ended a two year relationship with his girlfriend, Gena, who had been cheating on him almost since they started dating. Why she had stayed with him at all was beyond him, but Chris was more amazed that she had managed to keep it secret for so long. Tonight was the first real party night without Gena and the leash she had kept him on.
For while she was completely unfaithful, she was constantly making sure that he wasn't. She would get jealous if he even glanced at another pretty woman let alone talked to one. It had often irked Chris that she freely talked to the many guys that came up to her after checking her out across the room. Again, Chris wondered how it had taken him so long to realize the extent of her UNfaithfulness.
Chris checked himself out in the mirror. This Halloween he decided to "branch" out a little bit. Maybe it was a little simple, but the plaid shit and the ripped jeans was the easy path to calling yourself a lumberjack. The costume may have been simple but he donned it in such a way as to show off his athletic build. Two years of weightlifting and hockey counted for something.
Chris called his friend, Ashley, and she said told him she was ready. He got in his car and drove to her house to pick her up. Chris knew well how to get her house, he practically spent more time there than his own house. They had been friends since they were little and stayed friends all through puberty and high school. Through this time Chris watched Ashley turn into one of the most sexy women he had ever known although he knew that he could never act on it. A friendship that had existed as long as theirs was too precious to chance with a sexual relationship, at least that's what he kept telling himself whenever dirty thoughts crept into his head. These thoughts, however, inevitably lead to constant flirting. That fact that she flirted back never helped his sensual thoughts recede either.
Chris pulled up to her house and walked up to her door. Before he even knocked the door flew open and she stood there. Everyday Chris thought that Ashley was a goddess but today she looked the part. A lace skirt showed off her tanned beautifully toned legs that went up into the heavens. She wore a matching top, skin-tight, that beautifully displayed her size C breasts, with just the right amount of sensual cleavage. He scanned up her body, over her slender shoulders, up to her face that Chris swore (even to her when they flirted) must stop traffic. Around her piercing blue eyes she had sprinkled a little glitter which gave her a magical appearance. Her beautiful dirty blonde hair was tied up in a small bun with stray strands coming down in random places.
Chris paused, lost for words. Finally, he managed, "Wow...you look, damn."
Ashley blushed, looking at her feet, and then stared directly into Chris' dark green eyes. "Thanks," she said, "And you always look amazing."
Chris felt himself blushing too. He turned away trying to hide the red tinge in his cheeks and led her to the car. He had a feeling she had noticed anyway. Chris opened her door for her and stepped around to let himself in. When he got to his side of the car he noticed she hadn't gotten in yet. She was watching him.
"You know, you keep being such a perfect guy and I'm going to think we're on a date tonight," she said.
Chris laughed, "Yea, but I forgot the roses."
"And the chocolates," she winked at him and got in the car.
He followed in after her and as she sat down he couldn't help but notice that her skirt pulled up quite a bit. He quickly glanced up her legs and the started the car. Again, he couldn't help the feeling she had noticed.
Their ride to the party continued in more conversation, but less flirtatious than how it had started. As Chris was checking his passenger side mirror he thought he had caught her watching him. Chris just wrote it off to hopeful thinking.
When they got to the party the first thing Chris noticed was the white convertible parked across the street. He would never forget it, it was Gena's car. He first had sex with Gena in that car, a long night of passion. Chris had never been with a girl who gave better head with Gena. A smile played across Chris' lips now as he imagined that night and what it would be like to go down on Ashley in that car as he had done to Gena twice that night.
Chris looked over at Ashley, still smiling, he was already starting to wonder where the night would end for the two of them.
"What is it?" Ashley asked.
Chris seized the opportunity, "Still just amazed at how amazing you look tonight."
***
After about half and hour of small talk, Chris ran into Gena. He was not happy about it.
"Oh hey Chris!" She said, "You're looking damn sexy!"
"Forget it Gena, no amount of alcohol could help me find my way into a bed with you tonight." He responded.
"Mmmmm," she said, brushing her hand against his crotch, "Sounds like a personal challenge. I guess you're hoping to get with Ashley tonight huh? You always did have a little thing for her, even when we were going out. I was always surprised you never acted on those feelings."
"Yea, imagine that, some of us have morals and DON'T cheat in relationships."
"Well aren't you a lucky boy tonight then? No relationship, and Ashley just waiting for you to make a move on her. Unless of course, you'd still like to meet me in a room upstairs. I'm always looking for a man with a good strong tongue."
Chris just glared at her and walked away to find Ashley. He found her outside talking with two guys. A pang of jealously shot through him. He was about to walk back into the house when the two guys broke into an argument. Looking back, he realized they were arguing about her.
"Get out of here man, she prefers my cock," said idiot number 1.
"Excuse me but..." Ashley tried to interject, but she was cut off.
"Get over yourself man, not even a whore would allow you to pay her for sex," shot back idiot number 2.
All of a sudden idiot number 1 grabbed Ashley roughly by the arm. "Come on baby, let's go show this bitch how sex is done."
Chris was furious, he ran forward and punched the first guy right in the face. He let go of Ashley's arm and fell to the ground. Idiot number 2 started laughing as the guy rolled in pain on the ground.
"Shut up asshole," Chris said to number 2, "This is my friend and she doesn't want to sleep with either of you. Go find some slut to prey on and leave her alone. Unless you like the look of his eye so much you'd like a matching one."
Number 2 glared at him for a second as if welcoming a fight, then changed his mind, "Ah fuck all of you, she's too much of a whore to be worth it anyway." He was down on the ground before he knew what hit him.
"Let's go Ashley, this party is shit," Said Chris, still full of rage.
"Gladly," She said, taking little care stepping over the two guys on the ground, hurting them even more.
Back in the car they drove in silence all the way back to Ashley's house. When they arrived he turned off the car in the driveway and neither of them moved.
"Sorry," Chris finally said, didn't mean for it to go quite like that.