My Plus One

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Literotica 2021 Halloween Story Contest

" As always, your votes and comments would be much appreciated. A lot of you have asked for longer stories. Happy to oblige, this is longer than what I usually write and a bit of a slow burn, and I hope you enjoy it.

"Aw, mine looks like a dick, a big fat dick." Marina looked down at her phallic-shaped cake she'd been carefully trying to decorate, wondering if she should even bother to try and finish it, it looked like such a disaster.

"What's it supposed to be?" Silver-haired Irena smirked from across the table as she artfully added the finishing touches to her perfect, sparkly pink, butterfly-shaped cake.

Smoothing her palette knife up and down its twelve-inch length, Marina wrinkled her nose. "It's supposed to be a rocket ship for my nephew's fifth birthday. But no way can I let the kids get a look at this, unless I want to scar them for life."

Her pretty blonde sister Annika laughed as she added the highlights to the comical googly eyes on her ghostly white cake, that looked good enough to be in a bakery showcase. "Yeah, I'm sure mom wouldn't find it too funny if you pulled out a big, honking penis cake at the end of the party." Then she tipped her head and asked, "And why is it black, because it's so big?"

As the others all joined in and giggled, Marina rolled her eyes as she worked at making the tip a little pointier, and less smooth and helmet shaped, as she tried to explain. "I was going for a shiny gray, like a spaceship, but I guess I got carried away with the food coloring, and it turned out a deep, dark black. Mind you, since this is the closest I've been to one in months, I might just take it home and eat the whole thing myself... really slowly, inch by inch."

The ladies were still snickering, when their tall, dark uber hunky, instructor Henry walked back into the room, caught the tail end of what they were saying and sidled up to take a look. Chuckling the moment he saw it, he shot Marina a grin and told her, "It might not be too bad if you could make the rocket boosters at the bottom look less round and more cylindrical, because right now they look a pair of..."

"Yeah, I know." Marina agreed, smirking back at him, as she realized that the foot long dick, she'd inadvertently created, also had a pretty impressive looking pair of gonads dangling from the base.

The heat in his piercing, silver-blue gaze was nearly enough to melt her panties as he looked into her eyes and quietly murmured, "Why don't you stay after class, and we'll see if we can fix it."

Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she nodded. "Sure."

Her sister looked positively giddy as she caught the interaction going on between the two; flashing a teasing grin at Marina as Henry began to make his way around the table to look at the other cakes. Ignoring her sister's pointed look, Marina went back to smoothing the icing, while her mind wandered off, wondering what it would be like to enjoy a little alone time with someone so insanely hot.

Eyeing him carefully in his perfectly fitted chef's whites, as he stopped to comment on each cake, she guessed he stood about 6 foot two, a nice height she thought, to her five foot seven. With the most gorgeous, long-lashed slate blue eyes she'd ever seen. And such thick, lush dark hair, that she could just imagine running her hands through, while he was busy between her legs getting her off, making her cry out, 'Oh god, Henry, yessss!'

Then her mouth fell open and she looked around the table as she realized that last part about her fantasy of having her come on his tongue, just kind of slipped out. While the rest of the ladies giggled at her outburst, she noticed the object of her desire, was cocking an eyebrow, and giving her a very naughty grin.

Her cheeks feeling like they were burning up, Marina wished she could crawl under the table and disappear. Straightening her spine, trying her best to resume her composure, she had to force herself to try and pretend that she hadn't just invited him to do a helluva lot more than take a longer look at her naughty cake.

Hoping the laughter would die down once she left the room Marina decided to go and wash up in the bathroom to try and get the food coloring off her hands. When she came out, she realized everyone was gone. Well, everyone except for hot stuff, who was still quietly chuckling as he looked over her kinky cake.

"I've got an order for a big, black penis cake for a bachelorette party that would love something like this," he told her as he built up the tip to make it look even more like a phallic symbol, even giving it a slit. As he worked on spicing it up even more, Marina joined in and laughed; glad he wasn't rubbing in the fact that she was still terrible at cake decorating, even after a half dozen classes.

"Can it be fixed?" she asked, stepping in beside him.

Shaking his head, he put down his palette knife. "I think it might be better just to start over. And you can take this one home and enjoy it. I've got some plain white cake slabs in the fridge that we can cut into shape, and it shouldn't take long to decorate."

"But I hate to waste your time." Watching him get the other cake out, Marina felt guilty about making him stay after the class, wondering if she shouldn't just go buy a cake and forget about going to the trouble of trying to make another one.

As he set down the new cake, he just shrugged. "No worries. I've got four dozen cupcakes to decorate for a kids' party at the local women's shelter, so we can work on those while we're at it." She watched as he pulled over a big bowl of white icing and added a few drops of orange food coloring, mixing it all together as he explained, "And I can show you a quick way to decorate a bunch of them at once, using a star tip, so they don't have to be so precise."

Once he'd filled a piping bag, Marina watched amazed, as he quickly piped perfect little orange stars over six of the tiny cakes. "Wow. They already look like pumpkins. You're just so good at that."

Henry just smiled as he kept squeezing out the little stars. "Once we add a brown stem to the top, a green leaf for contrast and some darker icing for the eyes and a gap-toothed smile, they'll be done," he said as, one by one, he added the finishing touches to show her what he meant.

When he had six of them done, he handed her the piping bag. "Now, why don't you give it a try?"

Feeling like she had two left thumbs, Marina bit into her lip and tried to remember how to hold the bag, without having the icing shoot out the back end, deciding she'd embarrassed herself enough for one day without coating herself in orange frosting.

"Here, let me help you." Seeing her hesitate, Henry got in behind her and slipped his arms around her. "Remember, you twist the bag in the middle, pushing the icing to the end, making sure to get all the air out. Then you hold it closed with your thumb as you pipe, directing the tip with your other hand."

As he helped her manage the piping bag, Marina was so hyper aware of his big, hard body pressed against her back, she could feel her breathing getting choppy as her heart began to pound. Breathing him in, she liked that he smelled like a man should smell, kind of musky with a hint of something sweet, possibly vanilla, considering that he was a pastry chef.

"Like this?" she asked, wrapping her thumb around the bag, to try and keep it closed to hold it all in, while also trying to remember how to breathe.

He leaned in even closer to guide her hand. As he wrapped his hand around hers, she couldn't tear her eyes off of his darkly matted forearms or the little dark hairs on the top of each long, lean finger. She'd always loved the sight of a man with body hair, especially dark and thick like his, it made him look so manly.

Her mind wandered off, imagining how hot he'd look naked with a thick patch of dark chest hair trailing all the way down his body, to what she already knew would be something she'd love to explore.

Then he spoke again, and her head snapped up, and she remembered where she was and what she was supposed to be doing, when he said against her ear, "That's it. Now keep a steady pressure on the bag, and squeeze out a star. But then ease up, so you don't put a point on it."

When she finally managed to turn her focus off of her instructor and his nice, hard body and back onto icing the cupcake, when she looked down, she couldn't believe she'd actually done it!

Instantly, her face lit up with a smile, she just looked so pleased with herself after she'd managed to create a single, perfect little star. When she turned her head and looked back at him, the way she was grinning from ear to ear, Henry was tempted to touch a kiss to the end of her nose. She just looked so adorable and so thrilled that she'd managed to accomplish such a tiny little feat.

Suddenly, realizing how close together they were standing, he took a step back, and cleared his throat. "Looks like you've got the hang of it. Just try and keep the stars close together and nice and even, while I put a base coat on your cake, so the crumbs won't ruin the icing."

Watching her hunch over each little cupcake, she looked so tense. Without even thinking he stepped behind her, ran a hand over her shoulders, and gently massaged his way down her spine as he told her, "Relax. Don't get so tense, Marina. This is supposed to be fun, remember?"

"I know." She nodded, fighting the urge to shiver. Just the feel of his hands on her was enough to get her all tingly and get things heating up down below. It had been so long since she'd enjoyed the touch of a man, she barely remembered what it felt like. But knowing he was just being kind she knew there was no point in letting her imagination run away with her.

After doing as he'd suggested and shaking out her shoulders, she reached for the larger tipped piping bag with the chocolate icing and tried to add a stem to the cupcake. "Uh, oh," she said, biting into her lip and wincing when she saw she'd created something obscene looking again.

"What's wrong?"

Marina covered the cake with her hand, almost afraid to show him. "Promise you won't laugh?"

Trying to keep a straight face, he said, "I promise."

Flinching, she looked up to see his reaction as she uncovered what she'd done. "It looks like a bum hole on a big orange butt. I think I pushed it in too far, and even gave it a crack."

Henry threw back his head and laughed. "Looks like you've got a real knack for creating dirty cakes."

Marina broke up, too, as she studied her handy work with a shrug. "It's a gift, I guess."

They kept laughing as Henry got into it and piped two big boobs on another cupcake, then added a pair of very erect brown nipples. "So, what do think of that, naughty enough for you?"

"I think we'd better make sure that none of these get to the shelter, or they'll be calling the cops."

Still chuckling, he agreed. "I think you're right." He nodded at the bag with chocolate frosting. "Pick up the bag again, and I'll show you how to make a stem." With his hand wrapped around hers, he gently helped her squeeze the bag to show her how it was done. "I just push the tip in where I need it to go, kind of deep, and then I slowly drag it out."

Lifting her gaze to meet his, her eyes dancing with amusement, he realized what he'd said. "Nothing lewd about that," she quipped as he helped her drag out a short, brown stump. "It's not very long though, is it?" she remarked, as she studied the little nub.

Chuckling, Henry rolled his eyes. "It's only meant to be a little stem on a pumpkin, and not something that could get me arrested."

Trying to pull herself together, her eyes still glinting with amusement, she smirked. "If you say so. Guess I'd better try and keep them short and stubby, so they won't be confused with anything else."

He pulled out his phone. "You mean something like these," he said, as he went through his naughtiest collection of cakes. Showing her everything from a naked, very well-endowed woman jumping out of a cake, to a pair of bare breasts barely covered in a lacy white bra, to his most requested design for bridal showers and bachelorettes; a huge, over-sized penis cake.

Her eyes popped when she saw the last one. "Oh, wow! And I thought mine was dirty. That looks like the real thing," she said, pointing wide-eyed at a picture of a long, thick, skin-toned cake that looked good enough to lick, it was just so lifelike.

"The ladies at the bridal shower all seemed pretty happy with it," Henry said, chuckling.

When he went to put down his phone, Marina grabbed his wrist. "Wait, what was that last one?" Henry brought up the picture again and showed her an absolutely gorgeous, intricately decorated castle that had to be the prettiest cake she'd ever seen. "Holy smokes! That's not just a cake, that's a work of art. It's just so beautiful," she said, turning her head to look at him, she was just so blown away by his talent.

"The governor's daughter had a medieval themed wedding, and she wanted me to create a fairy tale castle for their cake."

As Marina studied the intricately piped leaded glass windows, soaring towers and wooden drawbridge, complete with a moat, surrounded in shrubbery and tiny little flowers, she remarked, "It must have taken days to put in so much detail."

Henry nodded, recalling all the back-breaking hours he'd put into it. "It paid off, though. She was so thrilled with it, they insisted on doubling the bill. And a year later they hired me to create a cake for her baby shower."

When he showed her the cherubic baby in a basket cake, with a big pink bow on top, Marina sighed. "Oh, that's so sweet. I'm sure she must have loved that, too." But then she looked up at him, curious. "With your high-end clientele, your business must be booming. So, why would you want to waste your time teaching classes to hopeless cases like me?" Then things got a little awkward when she noticed he went quiet and wouldn't meet her gaze. Wondering if she'd gone too far, she jumped in and said, "I guess you've got your reasons, no need to answer." Picking up the piping bag again, she went back to decorating the cupcakes, hoping to let it drop.

Trying to build up his decimated his bank account was his main motivation, but he wasn't about to tell her that, or he'd have to open up and tell her everything. As sweet as she was, he wasn't ready to bare his soul to anyone, just yet. Not even his brother knew what his situation really was, although they were as close as twins.

Knowing she hadn't meant to pry, and hating how uncomfortably quiet things had gotten between them, he was glad when she finally lifted her gaze and looked at him. Brushing a few loose reddish blonde hairs back from her eyes, he tucked them behind her ear and decided, despite how much fun they'd been having, that they'd better stop fooling around and get back to work on the cakes. Her big green eyes locked on his, she nodded when he said, "We should probably put these aside and get a start on your cake now."

Though he let her do most of the work, he stayed right beside her until she'd created a pretty impressive looking rocket ship. Iced in shiny, silver frosting, he imagined it would thrill her little nephew, who she'd said was crazy about everything to do with outer space. Just to finish it off, he carefully added an astronaut waving from the cockpit, making it look even more life-like.

Smiling down at their creation, Marina squeezed his arm and gushed, "Thank you so much for taking the time to help me with this, Henry. I know Nathan's going to love it, and so will all his friends."

"Well, you did all the work, so no need to thank me. You've just got to relax and try to enjoy what you're doing, and you can make anything you want."

As they boxed up her two cakes, Marina laughed as Henry made sure to mark the one that was for her nephew's birthday with big black letters that read:

Rocket Ship!

so she wouldn't embarrass herself by accidentally showing up with her kinky cake. After he'd finished the last details on the cupcakes, they boxed those up, too.

When everything was cleaned up and put away, Marina took a look at her watch and flinched when she realized it was getting late. "I just remembered my sister was my ride today, so I'd better call an uber if I want to get these cakes home in one piece."

Henry shrugged. "Or I could drive you. The kids' party is tomorrow, so I've got to drop these off tonight."

"If you're sure it won't be out of your way. I live just north of here."

He winked. "Then luckily, we're going the same way."

Good god, after he'd gone and changed, Marina had to bite into her lip to keep from moaning. How was it possible that he looked every bit as hot in jeans and a cable-knit sweater as he did in his chef's whites?

Which had her wondering if she shouldn't just call an uber after all, unless she wanted to embarrass herself by drooling all the way home.

Sitting beside him in his van, she had to force her gaze out the window so she wouldn't get caught staring at his profile. He was just so good to look at, especially with that sexy five-o'clock shadow lining his jaw. Licking her lips, she imagined how amazing he'd be to kiss.

She was so deep in thought, that when Henry's phone rang, he gave her a curious look when he noticed her jump in her seat as he answered it with his blue-tooth. "Hey, Chris, how's it going?" he said, when he saw it was his brother.

"Okay, I guess. Though, Jenn's making me a little crazy; she's so hyped about the wedding. Now she's decided she wants everyone in costume. And I'm sure mom won't be too thrilled to hear that, after she hunted everywhere to find the perfect dress. I know she wasn't too happy about us getting married on Halloween, especially at the old Beaumont Estate that's supposed to be haunted."

"At least it'll be a wedding no one will ever forget."

"Yeah, hopefully because they had fun; and not because it was the creepiest thing they'd ever been to."

Marina could see the amusement in his gaze as Henry grinned at her, while they listened to his brother. Changing the subject, Henry said, "I got the sketch Jenn sent me for your cake this morning, and I've been thinking about the design."

"Yeah, guess you noticed, even the cake is pretty out there. I don't have to tell you, being an actress, Jenn's got a real flair for the dramatic. So, naturally she wouldn't go for anything traditional like a typical, three-tiered white cake with a pair of love birds on top.

"She had to go all out with the creepy haunted house theme, complete with a spooky grave yard, and a pair of vultures staring down at the tombstones. But since Jenn loves the way it looks, vultures and all, if that's the cake she wants, then that's the cake we're having."

Henry chuckled at the face Marina pulled, when she turned her head and looked at him wide-eyed as Chris described their gruesome wedding cake.

"Well, I can make it for you, no problem, with vultures, bats, ghosts and goblins or whatever you want."

"Thanks, bro', we really appreciate it. Don't forget, Jenn wants you to come with a date, or she's threatening to sit you beside her cousin Deandra."

Henry's brow wrinkled as he tried to think back. "Which one was she?"

"Remember that curvy goth chick you met at our place at Christmas, who wouldn't leave you alone. Head to toe in black, right down to her Doc Martins, with long, jet black hair, dark heavy makeup and a deep, sinister laugh that's scary as hell. If I were you, I'd find someone to bring, or you'll end up spending the night with the mistress of darkness glued to your side."

"Thanks for the warning." Looking across the car, he noticed Marina pretending to be staring out the passenger window. But the way her shoulders were shaking, obviously she was trying her best not to laugh at what sounded like the fix-up from hell.