I’m Marie. As a kid, my Halloween’s were never exactly what you might call exciting. I never got invited to any Halloween parties or anything. That all changed one Halloween night.
One Halloween night, my friend Sheila invited me to a little “Halloween get together.” That Halloween night, it would just be her, my boyfriend, and me.
My boyfriend (at the time) was two years younger than I. We’d only been going out for a month or so when this Halloween get together had come up. He was 18, and I was 20. I’m about 5’2, aquamarine eyes, shoulder length brown hair streaked with blond. I have been told many times that I look like so innocent. This could be because in high school, I didn’t dress the way the people who “fooled around” did. I once had an older man tell me that he always pictured me as the “red riding hood” type that had no idea that sexual stuff existed. Of course, I had a much better clue about that than they thought.
My boyfriend, Robert, was pretty tall, about 6’ with chocolatey brown hair and honey-colored eyes. He was absolutely gorgeous! He had a great build, because he worked out at the gym. I had met him at a summer camp the previous summer. Because he was somewhat of a loner, I doubted that he had ever gone beyond kissing. As I would find out later, the only person he had ever kissed (or for that matter, done anything with) was me!
When we all arrived at Sheila’s house, none of us had any intentions of fooling around. However, that would change as the night progressed. The first thing we did was go trick-or-treating.
Rob was dressed in a BMX Racer costume. Sheila was dressed as dressed as a devil. I was dressed as a nun. Sheila thought that was absolutely hilarious, because she knew how much I had fooled around with my previous boyfriends.
Well, we ended up going trick-or-treating until 6:30. At that point, Sheila and I were hot because our costumes had lots of fabric in them and the trick-or-treat bags were heavy. So we were hot and heavy. We went back to Sheila’s house to relax. I had changed out of my costume into a shirt and jeans, but since Rob and Sheila had costumes that could almost pass for everyday outfits, they left theirs on. For awhile, we had all just been listening to music. Sheila had to call her parents (they weren’t home) to let them know that we all got home safely, so Rob and I were left sitting on the loveseat in her den. She couldn’t have been gone for more than a minute when Rob started to feel me up over my shirt. It didn’t get anywhere, though, because Sheila ended the phone call and came back into the room. We still had a little while until we all had to go home, so Sheila turned off the lights and put on a movie.
Sheila sat down in a chair close to the TV. She couldn’t see Rob and I from her vantage point.
Rob and I made out for a little while, and then Rob started to feel me up again. He moved his hands under my shirt and started to roll my nipples between his fingers. He caressed my breasts with his hands. At that time I thought that he must have had lots of experience. In actuality, he had none, and was just a natural at it.
“If you want me to stop, elbow me or something.” At the time, he was not very confident about his abilities.
"Ok."
"No, seriously, if you want me to stop, do it."
"Don't worry, I will..."
For a little while, I let him feel me up. It was a small loveseat, and for us to both fit on it (while lying down) I was practically lying on top of him. I was at a disadvantage, because I couldn’t reach him, without completely reaching behind myself. And I would have had to hold myself up at the same time, which made it even more difficult. However, Rob kept shifting positions, and he finally moved into one where I could reach him. I slowly reached down until I felt the bulge in his pants. Because he was still wearing his costume, his pants were really tight and it was REALLY noticeable. I started to massage his bulge, drawing out a little moan from him.
“That feels really good...,” Rob said in a deep husky voice.
“I know...” I just had to be cocky. I knew what I was doing.
