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Ding-dong.
Wouldn't you know it? My wife left for one her self-selected evening civic obligations and I'm about ready to settle down and indulge myself in a few adult stories I downloaded off the Web. Suddenly I've got unexpected company.
"Coming," I hollered. I was sure they couldn't hear me.
I peeked out the small window of the front door. It was Alesha; at least I thought it was. She was wearing a plastic Cupid mask that covered what I remembered was an extraordinarily ugly face. We hadn't had contact since our Halloween fuck. I mean, what reason would I have for getting in touch with the recent college freshman? It's not like we had anything in common except the space between her thighs that evening. I opened the door.
"Hello, Harvey. It's okay if I call you that, right?"
"Sure, Alesha, come on in. What can I do for you?"
My penis was expanding at the memories this visit was triggering.
"Locked out again?" I guessed.
"No. I came here to, uh, listen, mind if I sit down. I'm kind of nervous."
"Sure, make yourself at home. Can I take your coat?"
I hung her trench coat in the closet. Besides the mask, she wore a tight red tube top and tight red shorts. Our winter weather was nice but not that nice. Her smooth flat stomach and long shapely legs were pale pink in comparison. Alesha held onto a brown paper bag she carried. I joined her on our favorite sofa.
"I'm going to a Valentine's Day Party. It's a costume party, and I wanted someone's opinion about my costume."
"You couldn't ask your Mom or Dad?"
"No, you'll see why. So, will you tell me what you think?"
"Actually, I'm flattered that you picked me. It looks quite appropriate. Red and all. And the outfit highlights your best qualities."
I stopped from saying anything about the mask covering her ugly face.
"Oh no. This isn't the costume, but thanks anyway, I mean, for the complement."
She stuck her chest out further in pride. I imagined the nipples I had stroked and pulled three and a half months prior. The memory was surprisingly vivid.
"No, the costume is in the bag. Can I use your bathroom to change?"
"Sure, first door on the right."
I was intrigued about what kind of costume would fit in such a small bag. I didn't have long to wait.
"Well, what do you think?"
There was a filmy red top with long sleeves, tied in front with three bows. The bottom piece was a transparent skirt in the same see-through red material. It was what Alesha wore underneath that was so tantalizing. Or maybe I should say what she didn't wear. There were three shiny heart-shaped pasties, one covering each nipple and one larger one covering her pubic area, but just barely.
"What kind of party is this?" I asked.
"It's kind of an orgy. Only special popular people were invited. There's a $500 prize for the sexiest costume, and I could really use the money for school and stuff."
So, ugly Alesha was one of the select popular people. I didn't want to sign up for a group photo from that gathering, even if it was an orgy.
I was tempted to write her a check myself. My penis was bent over in my slacks and trying to straighten it self out by filling with blood, blood that was pulsing hot through the rest of me. With the mask on, I didn't have to try and avoid looking above Alesha's neck.
"If you don't win the contest, then the judges are blind."
"Oh thank you Harvey."
Alesha bounced over, plopped herself down in my lap and gave me a hug. Her bare bottom rubbed against my folded erection, making my condition worse. Her breasts pressed into my upper arm and chest. Her arrival was so sudden my arm was trapped between our bodies. My fingers were along side her bare thigh.
"Oh, you do like it," she said, squirming against my erection. "Listen, could we, you know, uh, do it again?"
Given Alesha's previous aggressive behavior, asking permission was a bit strange, but so were these circumstances. Maybe she wore the mask because she was self-conscious about my reaction to her face the last time. It wasn't really that bad. On second thought, yeah, it was. The mask could stay.
"Sure, but let's go to the bedroom."
I followed Alesha's swaying bare ass down the hallway.
"Last door," I directed.
Alesha turned and waited while I got ready. After all, she had a head start on getting undressed. I threw my shirt and socks and slacks into a haphazard pile. My erection was full and proud, pointing at her with a drop of moisture at the tip.
"Wow," she said.
"Why, what's the matter?"
"Oh, it's just, like, uh, I didn't remember it being so big."
It throbbed at the comment, trying to get even bigger. I undid the three bows on her top and slid the gossamer jacket from her shoulders. My hands were going to remove the breast pasties but she guided my hands away from their targets.
"Leave them on for a little while, okay?"
"Sure, whatever you want."
"Why don't you lie down?" she asked.
I did, and she moved up to straddle my groin with her legs. She took my erection in hand and guided it to her pussy behind the heart-shaped covering. It was moist and I could feel the heat. Alesha was hotter than last time. She moved me around, looking for the right spot, and pulled me into her, just past the outer lips of her cunt. I moved my hips up, and found it difficult to go any deeper. She put her hand back and tried to assist, pulling my dick up into her cunt, but even she had trouble.
"Maybe we need to get you lubricated," I suggested.
