Sometimes with holidays, you just don't want to be alone. This isn't about the basic holidays like Thanksgiving or Christmas, but even holidays like Halloween. I was a younger man at the time on Halloween. I had stayed in town while most of my friends went off to their various colleges. I had chose to wait a year to save up more money to get into a better school. It was going to cost a little more, but it would be worth it in the end, and with that sacrifices had to be made, like still staying with the parents. So while my friends were off partying on Halloween at their colleges, it looked like I was going to get stuck with trick or treaters. I was getting ready for a night of making sure some troublemakers weren't going to go through and ruin the decorations the family had put up when I got a call from a girl I dated named Zoey.
Zoey was a goth wannabe and was my only friend that smoked weed. She was a couple of years younger then me. If you listened to her, she probably had more sexual experience then anyone my age. She would tell me stories of the rough sex she would be having and the occasional threesome, or who her current bisexual fling was with. She had built a casket in her room, but it wasn't big enough to fit an adult. She had naturally dark, thick hair, and tended to wear a lot of dark, comfortable clothes, and combat boots. We had dated for a couple of months earlier in the year, but basically I was a rebound relationship for her. She was trying to make her girlfriend jealous. Yes, I was a pawn in a bisexual love triangle. I always chuckle at that thought. I didn't mind, as while we didn't do more then make out, she had a nice, full figure that was fun to hold onto. We just suddenly stopped seeing each other in a dating sense. No reason behind it. We'd talk on occasion, but that was about it. I'd occasionally hang out with her stoner friends and her while they passed around the bud. Honestly it is easy to say no to the shit. Everyone I've met in my life that smoked pot that offered has given me the same answer, "Oh good, more for me."
"What are you doing tonight?" she asked.
"I have no real plans," I told her, "I'm probably going to stay at home."
"Why don't you come over here, we'll hang out. My mom went out to a party and I'm stuck at home." I had no plans, so I agreed. Probably it was also because she knew that I wouldn't smoke her dope and there would be more for her.
She greeted me at the door wearing a shapeless black dress. As usual she was dressed for comfort and not style. We went inside and after offering me a drink, sat down to watch TV and have idle conversation. The program of choice, The Rocky Horror Picture show. Neither of us actually sat down to watch it before, so we did. Through the whole picture she had her feet up on my lap and I took them in my hands and massaged them, only to be interrupted by the occasional trick or treater. I stroked my fingers up her calves and behind her knee and listened to her sigh and look at me during the stroking. I ran my fingers up her thighs under her dress and between her legs. I never went this far with her before as I stroked my fingers over her panties in a slight bit of surprise.
"I didn't expect silk," I simply said. It could have ruined the moment because we both busted out laughing and her mom came in at the same time. Zoey moved back on the couch enough so that my hand wasn't where it was. Her mom carried a garbage bag of weed in.
"Look what I got!" her mom said. Her mom really was more of a pothead then Zoey, but that was probably due to the fact that her mom hogged all the pot from what I was told. Zoey excused herself while her and her mom went to her mom's bedroom for a moment talking excitedly about the score they wound up getting. Zoey came back all smiles due to the dime bag she had in her hands, and hid it behind a book in the shelving. She plopped backdown on the couch. They did a replay of the Rocky Horror Picture Show so we decided to watch it again, with the theory we'd notice things that we missed the first time, or so that's what we said. Instead I continued with what I was doing, stroking my hand under her dress and over her thigh and to those silk panties. She just gave me a hard look, but didn't actually say no, when I slid my finger under the legband and ran it over her cleft.
She gasped and looked at the door that was near her mom's room. I leaned over her and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her mouth, adjusting myself off the couch so I could still run my fingers over her mound. I just heard her groan slightly in my mouth. I pulled her dress up up and over her chest to see the silky panties and the black bra.
"I would have never expected fancy underwear," I chuckled and leaned down kissing over her collarbone. With my free hand I pulled down the cups of her bra to show me the nipples of her full breasts. I slipped my hand under the front band of her panties and slid my middle finger over her clit. She gasped and bucked her hips at my hand as I sucked and licked back and forth between both of her nipples.
"My mom can come out here at any time," she whispered violently, but her hips still reacting to the hand that was down her panties.
"She's probably rolling a joint and smoking up, if you think she actually wants to be interrupted doing that, just tell me to stop and I will," I whispered back, as I took the opportunity to slip my middle finger inside of her. She quickly grabbed a chair pillow and covered her face with it. I smiled and kissed down her stomach and down to her legs. I licked a trail up each of her inner thighs to her panties, before pulling them down completely. I looked up at her and gave a long lick her slit. She was very wet as I slid two fingers inside of her, twisting and turning them as I pumped them in and out. I ran my tongue over her clit, tapping it repeatedly to the same beat of my fingers as she just pumped up at my hand. She pulled my hand out of her and sucked juices off her fingers. When she did this I replaced my fingers with her tongue. She squeaked out, "Oh shit," as I slide and scraped my tongue over her inner walls, using my nose to massage her clit. I sucked and licked and swirled. She resorted to biting into the pillow and screaming her head off. I felt her as she pounded a her hand down on my shoulders as she came repeatedly trying to get me to let up on her as I quietly slurped at her juices. She finally had enough will to grab my hair and pull me off.
"Oh fuck," she said panting, "It was like a girl was doing that to me."
This pissed me off, and it made something animalistic in me click, like I had to prove my manhood. I unzipped my pants and kissed her roughly. I got inbetween her legs and shoved my cock inside her. She let out a surprised moan as I started to pound away at her. It was easily the tightest pussy I ever was in at that point. I felt her squeeze and suck me in as I released a barrage of thrusts into her tight cunt. She leaned forward and bit my shoulder to muffle a scream and it hurt. I pulled away long enough just to flip her over to her hands and knees and slam it behind her. She pushed her head into a pillow and continued to scream as her hips thrust back at my cock. I leaned over her back, sliding my hands under her to squeeze and pinch her nipples as I whispered.
"A girl huh? I don't think any of your girlfriends would be able to pound you with...a...cock...like...this," I said, slamming harder with each word to prove a point. She buried her head deeper into the couch cushions and let out a scream that was barely muted. Her pussy felt like a vise on my cock and in response I unleashed fired a heavy load repeatedly as her hips pulsed back at me everytime a shot rang out into her pussy. I refrained from letting out a huge grunt in response. We came at the same time and quite frankly it was the best time I ever came in a woman.
I pulled out and sat down, and didn't say anything. I looked at her, and said "Now clean my cock."
She turned around, her hair plastered against her face in sweat. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked out the remaining cum and her juices from my cock. I realized I was starting to treat her like a slut, and I actually started to feel bad. After it was cleaned I put it back in my pants as she readjusted herself, found her panties. She left and used the bathroom and came back.
"I didn't expect most of that," she said.
"Yeah well..." I planned on apologizing.
"That was the first time I came with a cock in me, the first time a guy came in me without a rubber on, and I know that it's not common for cumming at the same time. Damn dude, I didn't know you were that good."
"Well," I said, "I got a little ticked about the girl comment."
"Dude," she looked at me shocked, "That was a compliment, cause you're the first guy that was able to get me off by going down on me."
I laughed, "I guess there are things that you still haven't experienced."
