This is my Halloween story. There is quite a bit of gore in it and this is a warning. I want to thank my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for all their editing advice. They are the greatest. I guess I need votes to qualify for the contest. Hope you enjoy this submission. DG Hear
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I'm Tammy and, about two years ago, Rita, one of my co-workers at the bank and also a close friend, and I attended a Halloween party in an old West Virginia mansion. We lived in Ohio at the time about sixty miles away. One of our customers invited us to his shindig. He says that Halloween is his favorite holiday and throws a party very year.
Rita and I talked it over and decided to go. She dressed as Peter Pan and I was dressed up as Tinker Bell. I had the coolest costume and everyone said I looked just like Tinker Bell except for my red hair.
The party was going pretty strong when I decided I needed a cigarette. I went into the back room where they had stored our coats, purses or whatever we brought with us. I opened the door and kind of screamed out. What I saw was a man dressed like a horrible ghoul creature. He looked like he came from 'Night of the Living Dead' or the movie 'Scream'; he had on a hideous mask and a black cape. The only part of him I could see was his cock as he pushed it in and out of a woman dressed up as a witch. She also had a mask on and was lying forward over all the coats as she was being thoroughly fucked by the ghoul.
They looked toward me in their masks. I apologized for being there and said that I was just going to go get my cigarettes and then leave. I found my purse and grabbed it; all the while, he was pumping his cock in her big white ass. It was all I could see of her. I quickly left by the same door I came in through and closed the door, leaving the couple to their sexual escapade.
I found Rita when I came out and told her what I had seen. She laughed and said there would probably be a lot of that going on. I was having a good time dancing with all these people in costume. I knew hardly anyone since I wasn't from that area. Brett was another friend from the office that was there also. He was quite the dancer. I got groped a little more than I cared for but didn't let it get too far. I was standing at the drinks table when I turned around and screamed. I got everyone's attention and felt like an idiot. The man in the ghoul outfit was standing there holding his fake sickle.
He quickly pulled off his mask and told everyone to go back to what they were doing. After I started breathing normally again, he smiled at me. "Hi, I'm Glen Raven. I'm sorry I startled you so. I just wanted to apologize for what you saw earlier. Sometimes these parties get a little wild."
I introduced myself and we just started talking. He was a cute hunk of a fellow. He was gorgeous if you can say that about a man. It made me wish I was the one being hammered from behind.
"Would you like to go outside on the porch and get some air?" he asked.
I thought it would be a good idea since he was making me hot. We sat on the porch swing and I lit up a cigarette.
"That will stunt your growth," he said jokingly.
I told him, "I used to have a lot of bad habits but smoking is the only one I haven't been able to conquer yet. Maybe someday but not today."
He asked me about myself.
I told him as little as possible. "I recently graduated from community college and work at the bank full time. I enjoy the work even though it doesn't pay that well."
He said, "I'm a lineman for the phone company. I have a home up in the mountains but have about a six month job running new lines along the West Virginia-Ohio borders. I'm working near the town where your bank is located. And I'd like to see you again."
"I would like that," I replied, and we went back inside.
I danced most of the rest of the evening with him. Brett cut in once in awhile. I guess he had a light crush on me. Glen really didn't try anything with me; he was pretty much the gentleman. As Rita and I got ready to leave the party, Glen kissed me goodnight. I could have melted in his arms. Rita Robin Hood was kissing a guy she had met too. We said our goodbyes and headed for home.
Rita and I talked about the men we danced with. She said her friend kept feeling her ass but since it was a party she let him get his jollies. I told her about what a good dancer Brett was; she agreed and said she like dancing with him also. "Who was the ghoul you danced with? He gave me the creeps till he took off his mask. Damn, what a hunk."
"He said his name is Glen Raven and he lives in the hills somewhere. He said he wanted to see me again."
"Do you think he'll show up?" asked Rita.
"I sure hope so! I wouldn't mind getting some of what that witch was getting." We both started laughing.
Neither of us knew who the witch was, but it was odd we never saw her the rest of the night.
Let me tell you about my life up to now. It isn't a pretty one. I was from a broken home and as a pre-teen was pretty negative. I got into a lot of trouble. My mom remarried a slob who tried to molest me till I kicked him in the balls. My idiot drugged mother had me sent to a school for unruly kids.
I started high school and lived in and out of foster homes. I started smoking as a pre-teen and still smoked today. I'm still trying to kick the habit. I did try drugs and went to counseling. I was eventually put with a foster family that cared about me, not just the money they received for putting up with me. They really helped me. I gave up all but smoking cigarettes. My grades improved and I was able to get a small scholarship and go to community college.
I took up banking because I was pretty good with business machines and numbers. I worked at a carry-out to earn extra money while going to college. I stayed at a rooming house with six other girls, including Rita. At least it made it affordable for all of us.
I dated a few guys while in college. I no longer just slept with anyone. I decided that I wanted more then just sex with every guy. I wanted relationships and friends. I wanted to be part of a family. I wanted the dream house and a nice husband and kids.
As far as my looks go, I'm a decent looking gal. I was almost anorexic from doing the drugs. Now I'm clean and eat a lot more sensibly. I've really tried hard to shape up and stay clean. It isn't easy but I'm doing it. Rita calls me a red headed knock out. I will admit that since I gained a few pounds my clothes do look a lot nicer on me. I really liked the Tinker Bell outfit I rented. It fit so well and I felt sexy wearing it. A few of my dancing partners must have thought so too the way they kept trying to grope me.
After we graduated, Rita and I shared an apartment; of course, we now worked at the same bank. Life was finally getting better for me. I was kind of hoping that Glen might call but tried not to think about it.
On Tuesday, I was in the copy room and didn't notice someone come up behind me. He tapped me on the shoulder and I quickly jumped and gave out a slight squeal. It was Glen, standing there grinning at me.
I smiled when I saw who it was. "Would you stop sneaking up on me and scaring me half to death?" I smiled at Glen. He was even better looking dressed in his tight shirt and jeans.
"I told you I'd be by to see you. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?" he asked.
God, how could I say no? I told him where I lived and we set up a time. I did tell him only dinner and conversation and he just laughed. I didn't want him to think I was too easy.
As soon as he left, I went up to Rita to tell her the good news. She was already grinning; she saw him when he came in.
Our first date went well. We had a nice dinner and he was telling me a lot about his job. He told me that he stayed at a motel in town and went home about sixty miles away on the weekends.
"Would you like to spend Monday through Thursday evenings with me? I'm pretty much alone here and would enjoy your company."
"Can we take it a day at a time for awhile and see how it turns out. After all we've just met and had one date?"
He agreed and, when he took me back to my apartment, he just kissed me and left. He didn't even try to go further.
On Thursday Glen called. "Would you like to go swimming?" he asked me.
"Where could we go swimming? It's nearly freezing out?"
"My motel has an indoor pool and the water is heated."
I smiled at him and of course I said yes to him.
He came by to pick me up. I didn't own a car yet. Rita and I usually rode to work together or I took a cab.
I went to his room and changed in his bathroom. I wore my green two piece suit. I put on a cotton bathrobe and went into his room. He was standing there in a tight bathing suit which didn't hide a lot. He had a sculpted shape body with six pack abs. He slipped on a robe also and we headed to the pool. There were only a few people there. We took off our robes.
"My God," said Glen. "You're so beautiful and I love the way your green bathing suit makes your red hair stand out."
I felt a little embarrassed with his attention as we got into the pool. The water felt great.
Glen came up to me and squeezed me to him as we kissed. It was too hard to resist. He was rubbing my butt under the water; I let him. We only stayed in the pool for a short time. We both knew that we were going back up into his room and make love, have sex, do the nasty. You can call it whatever you want.
When we got back to the room, I didn't even waste time going into the bathroom. I took off my swim suit and lay upon his bed. He climbed on and started by rubbing my red hair-covered mound. It wasn't long before he was mounting me and driving his hard cock into me. I came twice that evening. When he took me home, it was quite late but Rita had waited up for me to hear all the juicy details. She then told me she got laid herself that night. Her boyfriend had just left about an hour before I got home.
After that night, I went out with Glen every Monday and Thursday and we had our sexual encounters both evenings. Life was really starting to look bright for me. Glen was the only man that I was seeing.
