The doorbell, Darryl had planned to be a crowd pleaser for the now cancelled Halloween party rang, sending three ghoulish bellows through his apartment before opening his door.
"Happy Halloween, D." Kimberly said, standing in a tight fitting cat woman costume that pushed her breasts up, creating the impression that they were larger than they actually were that she had purposely worn to entice her friend.
"Kim, honestly, I don't think it will be," said Darryl, he looked away and pulled his black cotton robe covered with various red blotches tighter feeling exposed more than he actually was.
"Yeah, like where's you costume? And what happened to the HUGE party that was gonna be a night to remember." She said sarcastically without realizing how withdrawn Darryl appeared.
Darryl clung to his door and said, "Miche left me. Just like that! No explanation. No note. Nothing!" He continued, "We had problems, but shit, that's common to every relationship and no damn reason to just walk out on me like that. I was upset with the whole mess so called off the party. I thought I had 'texted' everyone but I must have missed you. Sorry."
"Don't worry about it. Hey, if you need a shoulder to cry on, you know I'm here for you always." She replied showing a real effort to display concern fully aware that she had in fact recieved and deleted that text message because she had other plans for tonight.
"I hate feeling like this. It's like something's missing. It had been like that way before Miche left. I think she must have realized it before I did." He said as he let her in and closed the door.
"Yeah, I know what you mean." She said following him into the kitchen.
"We just stopped doing things together. Talking. Having fun. And the sex pretty much dried up. Always busy with something and never had any time for me."
"Wow, D, we've been friends for what... eight years now. And I've seen who you are. You're a sweetheart and I think that at the end of all of this you'll eventually find the right woman." Kim wasn't just comforting her friend. She was simply testing the newly available space when she removed the mask of her costume and zipped down the front revealing the soft flesh of her body, giving Darryl a peak. Darryl's admission that he hadn't sex in some time was an open door invitation that moistened her Japanese pussy, imagining how he'd wreck her body.
"Let's not talk about that shit for now. I've been watching the horror movie marathon on cable. I wanna enjoy what little remains of the holiday: a few B-rated slasher flicks, pizza and beer. I'll deal with that tomorrow or at least try to."
He tried to but couldn't resist looking at her slender, petite physique and wondered if she had worn anything underneath that suit. She saw him looking and his dark brown eyes met her slanted green eyes for only a second. Then he awkwardly pointed to the unraveled blanket laying on the sofa in front of the wide-screen tele. She was looking superb in that costume, but he refrained uncertain of both of their feelings.
"Well, I didn't have any other plans. Mind if I join you?" said Kim after observing how his eyes seem to peel her suit away and rove in every part of naked body.
"At least with you my Halloween wouldn't be a complete loss. Like old times, eh." said Darryl pretending to ignore the mild hard-on that was building in his sweats.
"Yay! First thing I need to do is change, since there's no reason for this anymore." Kim said, indicating the costume.
"You remember where my dresser is right. It hasn't changed since you were last here."
As she walked to his bedroom, Darryl peaked from behind the counter, watching her ass bounce down his hallway. He was horny as any man deprived of sex could be. And the possibility of fucking Kim's sweet pussy was beginning to sound like a real possibility.
In his room, she unzipped her skintight costume and removed one of his shirts. The smell and feel of the fabric stimulated her thoughts. She stripped and began masturbating in his bed, imagining Darryl ramming his black dick in her. She didn't care if he accidentally came in or, at most, thought she didn't. Her fantasy was broken, when her eyes accidentally fell on a photograph of Darryl and Michelle. It was as if the photo had sucked the hunger for Darryl's love out of her. She began wondering what did his now ex girlfriend have that was so special. Michelle, in her opinion, was a 'run of the mill' white girl with almost no ass. Although her B cup sized breasts were no match for Michelle's large breasts. She assumed that may have been one of the reasons Darryl was attracted to Michelle. Whatever the reason she wasn't in the picture anymore and tonight this Japanese pussy was going to sitting on Darryl's face. Her skin was flushed in goose-bumps, nipples firmed up and pussy throbbed, as she fantasized about fucking. It had been a while for her as well. The more her thoughts ran away the more lucid she became. She was wet and instinctively began massaging her pussy. She had to force herself to stop prematurely and returned from his bedroom, wearing a small flannel shirt and a pair of his boxers that had 'take me off' written all over it.
As she walked to Darryl, who was already on the sofa grabbing a slice of pizza out its box, he noticed that she had on a pair of his underwear but said nothing. It affirmed that she did indeed have nothing on.
"We've got pizza and beer." He said to her.
She nervously sat away from Darryl on the sofa and remained quiet. All the while plotting how to approach fucking him. She did accept his offer of beer and relaxed into the comfy chair.
"My girlfriend left me. I wasn't diagnosed with AIDS. You can come closer, you know." Darryl said jokingly.
