The gang all showed up at relatively the same time--about 7:30 pm, and all were wearing various forms of Halloween costume, all scary and sick--in varying degrees of mutilation and undead. My costume was to be different this year, though. I dressed up like a very sexy vampiress, complete with the purple and black dress, cut low low low in the front, showing my 38d cleavage, and high high high at the sides, capitalizing on my creamy thighs. It was a very daring move for me--being as conservative as I was normally, but since I'd met "him" I continued to shock myself at the risks I was willing to take at his urging!
He overwhelmed me--his personality was so compelling. I found myself waiting for his direction for even the most menial tasks, and he gave them to me. He directed my every move when we were together, and even most when we were apart. My friends all hated him, which I thought was completely unfair, considering they'd never even met him. But that was part of their problem with him, they WANTED to meet him, and he was never available to when they could. It was always work calling him away, for one reason or other, but my friends didn't believe that.
They didn't trust his intentions with me, either, or the fact that he always took me somewhere obscure to be with me, never a place where the gang could just "run into us". Often he would take me into Dallas, to one of several clubs he liked. They were all so "dark" and strange to me, even the personalities of the other patrons and the staff seemed dark, but I just passed it off to being in a big city, with the coolness and distance that seems to provoke in people.
I met him at a party I'd been invited to by my college roommate. She had a totally different circle of friends, coming from a different town and all. The gang all liked her really well, and I never gave it a second thought, going to this party with her, but I admit I was taken aback at first when we arrived there. The people were all so formal and stiff it seemed, so much different than the other college parties I'd been to with the gang.
The party was at the beautiful old mansion on the outskirts of town. It was an old Victorian that the we had at one time considered a haunted house, as it had fallen into such disrepair. But the present owner had spent a small fortune on fixing it up, though no one ever saw him there, just the crews working on it.
Everyone was dressed to the "nines" and I felt immediately underdressed even though I was wearing the nicest dress I owned, classic black silk strapless, with black satin details. I cowered at the conversations there, all so intellectual. I was no idiot, graduating third in my class, but these weren't conversations about things most people discuss at parties. I felt like I was at a meeting for the Mensa Society. Still, all the people there were very interesting and, though I felt ridiculously illiterate, I was fascinated with what they discussed, so I mingled from one conversation to the next, listening and nodding. Then he walked in...
I was immediately drawn to him in a way I couldn't explain or describe. My eyes followed his every move, watching as he greeted his guests, and I held my breath as he drew nearer to me. He seemed not to even notice me until I was face to face with him, but his smile was captivating and his eyes were consuming. He seemed quite impressed with me as well, despite my relative lack of intelligence.
From that moment on I was entranced, giving myself over to him and his will completely. I was happy to and didn't see any problem with it. He was gentle to me and respectful of me so I never questioned anything he asked of me. He never even tried to make love to me, much to my chagrin at times, but he told me that would come in time, petting my cheek gently with the back of his hand, caressing me, so loving with me.
But this Halloween night, my friends had talked me into going with them clubbing in full costume, and even though he didn't care for the idea at all, he agreed to letting me go. There was a condition attached though. I had to meet him at the "haunted house" downtown at 12:00. I thought that was plenty fair, and was really excited that he would want to be with me after being with my friends all evening, considering he hadn't seemed too interested in meeting them before. The night was full of laughter and trickery. We had such a good time together, my friends had all been with me since grade school, and we did get crazy together. There were seven of us, and we'd always just expected to stay together as a "gang", not in the way the term "gang" stands for now, but more like the way "Our Gang" was, good and forever friends.
The night wore on, and as much fun as I was having with the gang, I really never quit thinking of him. I kept glancing at my watch, hoping more time had passed than did with each look. The drinking and jokes were just not enough for me at this point, I craved to be with him.
Finally, it was fifteen till 12:00, time to start making my way downtown to the haunted house! I gathered the gang and told them we needed to leave, but they were all having too good a time. They told me to stay and go out with "Mr. Mysterious" another time, and that he'd still be just as much a loser tomorrow, enjoy my time with them now. I made my apologies and goodbyes and called a cab from outside the party. It picked me up quickly and I arrived at the haunted house at precisely 12:00 p.m.
I paid the entrance fee and wandered in to get out of the chill air. It was of course dark and scary in there, but not quite what I'd expected. Each room was decorated with a theme from a different scary movie, and though interesting and typically gory, none really caught my eye, until...
I went into the last bedroom in the house, surprised no one else was in there, and marveled at the set! I knew exactly which film this room was themed after, the only erotic scary flick I'd ever seen! And seen it I had! When it first came out, I spent a small fortune going to the theater to see it, not being able to get enough of those scenes where she got raped by the unseen spirit. I was so turned on by it, I went home each time and rubbed myself raw, cumming in gushes, remembering and fantasizing about what I'd seen!
I started getting wet as I stood there in the look-alike room, reliving all those self-pleasuring moments as a teen. No one was anywhere around, so I decided to just lay on the bed, just to put myself in the place of the character who'd been so erotically and mysteriously attacked by her unseen rapist. I was really getting into the memories of the scenes, and since no one was around, decided to let my fingers wander just a bit, reaching down to the folds of my pussy, encased in the purple thong.