Halloween 2228

I rolled over and opened one eye in a squint. My room was pitch black, so I let my right arm fall to the mattress to check. Nope, still not home.

Dang, she must really be having fun

. I rolled over again to grab my phone. 4:30am. Wow, that was late even by her standards. Still with only one eye partially open, I texted her, "Hope you're having fun! Let me know if you need me to get you <3". My partially opened eye closed and I fell back asleep.

-

I awoke again sometime later to shifts in the mattress. My body sagged toward brief divots, created for only a second by the weight of a person. Megan was home and crawling up the bed, over top of my body, toward my head.

The warmth of her lips hit my own, followed by the simultaneous scents of her perfume, her sweat, and the smokiness of mezcal. "Have fun?" I asked.

"So much!" she responded with glee. She was sitting on my body now, her butt pressing straight into my hips; and she started to bounce up and down in almost childlike joy.

"What'd you do?" I mumbled, quite unintelligibly.

"Went to a few different places and got some drinks. Danced a little bit! It was so fun - I've got to take you!"

I wiggled my arms out from under the covers, wrapped them around my girlfriend, and pulled her down to me for another kiss.

"Wait, one second. You promised!" she said while hastily climbing off me. I heard fabric slide across skin and knew exactly what was coming, for I had indeed promised. Megan knew that any time she was horny in the middle of the night, she was allowed to wake me up by stripping naked and sitting on my face. She often felt bad waking me at odd hours and so rarely cashed in this unlimited use coupon, but it was growing ever more standard on nights she went out dancing with friends.

Especially

when she went out dancing with Tara.

The mattress shifted once more as she climbed back on top of me. I held my arms pressed down against my body until her waist was at my shoulders, then began to caress her back, grab her butt, and massage her breasts. She got settled in, positioning her pussy directly on my face. We had done this dance enough times to perfectly execute the choreography even in complete darkness. I would have smiled at this pleasant thought had my mouth been free.

Wow, you sure did dance alright

, I thought to myself. She'd been sweating in the late summer heat and her skin and pussy were salty. She'd showered immediately before leaving, so a few hours of sweating did nothing to diminish the experience. Honestly, this was just how I liked her. It took a lot to convince her that she didn't need to shower for me to want to eat her out, but recently she'd finally started to believe me.

I started as softly as I could with the gentlest flicks of my tongue up and down her pussy. She was already wet, meaning one fantasy or another had been running through her head during her Uber ride home. Of course, a fairly wet start was nothing compared to where I got her a few seconds later, and before long my tongue was easily sliding deeper and deeper into her.

This was my queue to switch my focus to what she

really

wanted. I raised my tongue within my mouth and she quivered at first contact with her clit.

"Fuck that feels good..." she muttered. I could only imagine what it was like to be her right now - exhausted from the hour and the dancing, drunk from the mezcal, and now besieged by my tongue at the center of her physical being. But for the fatigue, it sounded pretty good.

She liked a minute or two of ultra-gentle licks on her clit before "that thing you do", as she described it, and I knew it was time. I began to ever so gently suck her clit into my lips and then push it back out with my tongue.

"Oh god don't stop!" Her voice had gained clarity and command - it seemed my actions were cutting through her fatigue and giving her new life.

Obviously, I was not going to stop, though I did lower one hand off her body to start playing with my dick. After an orgasm, Megan was always too sensitive for any further clitoral stimulation; but she did always want my dick. Ever the team player, she reached back toward my cock with the same thought, but upon feeling my hand already taking care of things, straightened herself to better focus on the drumbeat of pleasure I was giving her.

As the minutes went on and my cock got harder and harder, I thought about fingering her to help her orgasm. Sometimes after a few drinks, she needed the extra stimulation to finish; so if this was one of those nights then we could be here for a while if I didn't play with her G-spot as well. However, right as I was about to start, I tasted the signal that no additional moves were necessary. Megan's flavor - already overwhelmingly delicious - always took a dramatic turn seconds before she orgasmed. It's hard to describe, as she doesn't become

sweeter

per se, as much as

richer

. The flavors seeping into my mouth, already one of my favorite sensations in life, turn up their intensity to eleven. It's almost like the difference between a generic meal and one perfectly salted to taste. I wish I could better describe it, but I guess the full experience is reserved only for those she lets between her legs.

A second later she started to shake and I locked my arms around her thighs to keep her from ending this too soon. I insisted on continuing to eat her pussy straight through her orgasm - for two reasons. One, this was one she tasted the

absolute best

and I was not about to take my mouth off her right when that started! And two, I imagined that more licks as her orgasm was exploding had to make it better.

On schedule, her tingly, overly-sensitive reaction arrived and she gave me a quick tap. I immediately released her legs and she fell like dead weight onto her half of the bed.

"What the fuck!?" she exclaimed into the dark room. I rolled over next to her and wrapped my left arm over her torso. My hand bounced between gently massaging her breasts and touching her opposite jawline to tilt her head in for kisses. Also, somewhat strategically, I slapped the tip of my fully erect cock against her hip.

"I want to feel you inside of me," she gasped, her hands reaching down and exploring the darkness until they found my cock. She gently caressed it in one hand and rubbed my balls with the other.

She liked it from behind, so I forcefully grabbed her hips and flipped her over onto her stomach. She let out a quick shriek of glee at the suddenness of it, then wiggled her body into the covers and pillows to get comfortable.

Now it was my turn to climb on top of her. I slept naked every night, so I had no wardrobe concerns to address. I positioned myself at the base of her cheeks and angled my cock downward. Instead of going straight in, I rubbed my tip up and down her pussy, making sure to solidly brush up against her clit with each stroke. She quivered and tried to crawl away, so I leaned forward and snaked my arms under her arms, wrapping them back around her shoulders to lock her in place.

"Where do you think you're going?" I asked ominously.

"No where!" she replied meekly. Her words dripped with a request for forgiveness, which somehow made me even harder. There truly was nothing like a little roleplaying :)

I contracted my glutes to bring my pelvis forward, plunging into her. I slid in effortlessly -

fuck she was wet!

Her warmth and wetness coated my cock in an instant, and I only stopped sliding in when her thick, muscly ass prevented deeper entry. I put my left hand on her left shoulder for support and my right on the bed frame, then got to work. My entire body flowed sinuously, like a snake gliding across a sand dune. The only sound in the room was Megan's muffled moans and the slapping of our skin. I used my left hand to press the weight of my body down onto her - which I knew she liked - and kept a steady rhythm. With each stroke, I felt the texture of her G-spot on the bottom of my dick.

Quickly, my own pre-orgasm sensations began to build. I coursed with an energy that swelled from deep within, and the skin on my shaft and head tingled with pure pleasure. But, I wasn't done yet, so I pulled out, grabbed Megan's hips, and rolled her onto her side.

"Fuck that felt good," she said breathlessly into the sheets.

"Good, because you're not done," I replied. I straightened her bottom leg and pushed her top leg forward, bending it at the knee. I then mounted myself over her bottom leg, sliding my left knee under her top leg. My dick had cooled off a bit by the time I entered her once more.

"My period starts soon - you should cum inside me," she said.

I responded with strokes instead of words. I was in complete control in this position - I could delay or trigger my orgasm almost at will through slight changes in my technique. Her moans filled the dark room as I resumed bouncing her up and down on the mattress, her hair ever so slowly drawing nearer and nearer to the headboard.

"Please cum!" she begged, which always filled me with a mix of lust and pity. I reached down with one hand and grabbed her left breast, massaging it as I once again approached my own orgasm. Instead of finishing, I pulled out once more.

"Not yet," I said, and flipped her again, this time onto her back. I crawled on top of her, face to face, as she wrapped her legs around my back. I wrapped my right arm under her back and around her shoulder again to hold her close, but my left arm reached down around her ass to begin fingering her asshole. My cock easily slid back into her right as I began to play with her ass, at first swirling around the outside and coating my finger in her cream that had spread down from her pussy. This position always put my mouth right by her right ear, so I whispered, "How does that pussy feel, you slut?"

"Sensitive!" she managed to say between moans.

"Good, I'm going to fuck you as long as I want," I said - a total bluff.

"Please cum!" she repeated.

The same swell I'd felt earlier was back, now rapidly eclipsing its previous high mark. My cock and balls felt like they alone were high on drugs - simultaneously racked by raging waves of electricity and a euphoric inner pressure. And then the contractions began, at first deep within and then outward toward my tip. Most muscle contractions around the body feel like nothing, but orgasm contractions feel like they are happening directly on top of pleasure buttons.

"Take this cum!" I whispered directly into her ear as I pumped through my orgasm. The sensation of physical release was euphoric. Fifteen or twenty strokes later I was fully spent and we finally embraced a stillness together. I stayed inside her for a time so we could link our breaths and remain as connected as two individuals could ever be. Eventually, I slid out of her and fell back onto my side of the bed.

"That was

so good

," she gasped, reaching for the blankets.

I slid under the sheet and snuggled up behind her. I nestled my dick between her buttcheeks, pulled her entire back flat against my tummy, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders and breasts. "I'm glad you're home safe," I whispered.

"I love you so much," she said, nestling even further into me.

"Good night," I said. She moaned the quickest of acknowledgements before we both fell fast asleep.

-

Despite the pre-dawn interruption, I was still up relatively early the next morning. I snuck out of bed and stepped around pieces of her slinky party outfit while searching for clothes to wear. I slipped on running shorts and a tank and got ready to leave the bedroom. In the sliver of morning light sneaking through our curtains, I noticed Megan was still wearing her makeup. Skipping her evening skin routine was unheard of - which was the

real

way you knew she'd had a heck of a time the night before. I tip-toed around the bed to her side and noticed a little discoloration around her collar. Was that - red? Lipstick, maybe? Well shit, I thought with a devilish smile, no wonder she'd been so wet.

A few hours later, I heard Megan stirring and re-entered the room with a glass of water.

"You're the best," she said through the misery of a hangover and took a gulp.

"Of course," I replied. "How are you feeling?"

"Not great," she answered.

"Well, luckily you don't have anything to do today. Rest up!" I kissed her forehead, squeezed her hips and butt through the covers, and left the bedroom for the second time that morning.

-

A few more hours later, our bedroom door opened and Megan emerged back into the light of day. She stumbled through the house, making it as far as the doorway to the living room. She stood still, a heavy squint blocking out the bright morning sun.

For the first time since she left the night before, I saw her in sufficient daylight. She had slipped on a fresh thong, but was otherwise nude, giving me a full, glorious view. Her dark, ultra-tight curls were out and free and her deep brown skin was somehow as smooth and shiny as ever. Maybe she had already applied cocoa better in the bathroom before emerging? Under that silky skin was the toned body of a crossfit enthusiast, built atop the already impressive physique she'd simply been born with. Standing 5'4" (or 1.4 meters, for those of you lucky enough to be on the metric system), she was both lean and strong with an ass that

always

turned heads. Once, while out alone, she had been cat-called by a man across the street who simply said, "Okay,

Serena!"

, which Megan said only made her mad because of how clever it had been. "I hate when cat-callers are actually funny," she'd laughed.

But beyond that bangin' body, Megan was achingly beautiful. She had big, Disney-princess eyes, a perfect African nose with large nostrils, high, well-defined cheekbones, and thick, full lips. Her jaw and chin looked like they were chiseled by someone who had spent their lives studying human beauty. And, of course, her skin was perfect from a lifetime of diligent moisturizing. In all, though she was 25 years old, she didn't look a day over 20.

Yes, my girlfriend was black, and I am white; and we have all the joys and challenges of an interracial relationship. We had some culture shock in our early days, but recently our interracial status mostly meant that we both got to enjoy and benefit of a wildly different perspective from our own every day. We were always engaging in little moments of cultural exchange - sometimes too small to notice in real time - but in total, significant for each of us.

"Are you ready for coffee?" I asked as I got off the couch, already knowing the answer. I brought her a homemade latte and considered all the various ways I might give voice to the thoughts in my head. After she took her first sip, I went with, "You sure were riled up last night."

"I was thinking about getting that dick all night" she said with a wry smile. "No way I could have just gone to sleep."

"Tell me more," I prompted, remembering how wet she was even before my first lick.

"I kept imagining you cumming inside me," she said. It was partly arousing, partly funny, what with her raspy delivery and face heavily contorted to block the sun.

"You weren't still thinking about anything from the night?" I asked, remembering the lipstick on her collar.

"

Well...

" she began slowly.

I sat back down on the couch casually. I didn't want this to feel like an interrogation.

"Dancing was really hot last night," she finished.

"That's fun - what happened?" I asked.

"Well, Tara was there, and, uh - yeah she looked... pretty good."

Her confidence was waning, so I offered some encouragement. "So that made two of you?"

Megan smiled widely and sat down next to me on the couch. "And I maybe... felt her boobs while we were dancing!"

I only responded with wide, exciting eyes that clearly said

Oh do go on!

"And she felt mine. And, and I think we maybe kissed a little."

I laughed uproariously. "You THINK you MAYBE kissed A LITTLE? You mean, you made out on the dance floor?"

"Listen!" she snapped back at me, all humor and no anger. "Yeah, we did.

Okay?!

"

"Pff - just okay? Girl that's amazing! Was it your first time?" I thought it was their first time, but I wasn't totally sure - what with how often the two got together. Megan had quite the crush on her friend Tara, but she was always too shy to act on it. Tara, a lesbian with the occasional bi-streak, fully reciprocated that crush. I would have bet a month's rent that Tara would have shot her shot ages ago were she not being respectful of our relationship.

If only everyone knew that everyone was totally okay with it

, I'd sighed to myself many times over the years. Well, Megan did know - but yeah, she was too shy.

"It... was our first time," Megan confirmed slowly, almost like the words were leaving her mouth on their own accord and she wasn't totally sure she was okay with it.

"Wowwwww, exciting!" I said with a dramatic flare. "I presume you liked it?" My tone begged for more details.

"Of course I liked it! Tara is insanely hot!"

Tara, possibly my girlfriend's partner in a different timeline, was indeed very attractive. A bit taller than Megan, standing closer to 5'7" (or 1.5 meters), Tara was classically beautiful in the caucasian way with sharply defined features. Like Megan, her high cheekbones and strong jawline were conventionally attractive by any measure. She was in shape, but not necessarily

athletic

, like Megan. Her body looked almost European, where people simply walk more and eat less.

I also found Tara attractive, but Megan was

way

more my type.

"Her friends were all cheering us on, it was so fun!" Megan added a second later.

"Cheering you on?!" I echoed with a chuckle. "Are you two their

Will-they-won't-they?"

Megan's eyes went wide at the realization. "Oh my god, I think we are! Holy shit, I think you're right."

I got up off the couch, gave her a big forehead kiss, and said, "That's super cute!" With that, I wandered into the kitchen.

Megan sank back into the couch and thought for a while, then said in a raised voice so I would hear, "They invited me to another rave on Halloween. You're welcome to come!"

I considered it while tidying up the kitchen. Megan went to a few raves a year, and I'd been invited to join every time, but hadn't yet. I wasn't much for late nights, traffic, crowds, loud noises, or parties that went longer than four hours - so a rave usually checked every box on my no-fly list. However - and, ironically, given the previous list, I did love to dance. For some reason, I was intrigued.

"Where is it?" I eventually asked.

"In Oakland."

Damn, an hour away. But, also where Tara lived. "Would you want to come back that night or stay in Oakland? It's pretty late to be driving."

"Tara always has an afterparty, but I don't know if you'll want to be up that late," she said. She was now in the kitchen behind me, so raised voices were no longer necessary.

"Would we sleep there?"

"Yeah, she has a room for us," Megan said.

"Okay - sounds fun. Let's do it!"

"Really?!" Megan almost shrieked with glee.

"I guess this starts the part of the year where I wish I'd written down all my funny costume ideas since last Halloween," I said with a chuckle.

"Oh we'll find you a good one. But we're not going for

funny

. You have to show off that body," she said seductively, running her hands over me.

I turned off the water, dried my hands, and turned around. Megan took the final half step into me and we held each other, tenderly kissing. "Oh yeah?" I eventually asked.

"Yeah," she whispered, her voice now like a phone sex operator. "I've told everyone that you have abs and trouble lines for days. They'll be so excited to hear you're coming!"