This is a short little story I wrote a few years back. I revised and expanded it some and am now happy enough with it to post it, and yes, I know it's a little silly, but I had fun writing it. Enjoy.
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Ricky closed the door, sat the bowl on the table next to it, and then went back to the couch. He still couldn't get over how this evening had turned out. Here it was Halloween, and he was stuck at home on candy duty while his friends were out having real fun like normal eighteen-year-olds. But no. Instead, he was being forced to endure the torture of handing out treats to a bunch of annoying kids. Sulking, Ricky looked at the TV.
Onscreen, Michael Myers stalked some bare-chested bimbo. The girl's perky tits bounced around all over the place as she ran for her life. The image of bare flesh was at least a fraction of a consolation and Ricky couldn't help but get a little stiff in the pants as he watched.
To be honest, the TV titties weren't the only silver lining of the night. More than once the young man had opened the door to find kids being accompanied by some very hot moms, and some of them had even been dressed in sexy costumes themselves. Needless to say, Ricky had been graced with a hard-on a few times tonight, but he'd still have gladly given that little bit of pleasure up, just to be out with his friends.
Coming to the decision to put the whole mess out of his mind, Ricky tried to enjoy the movie, but after a bit, he began to feel thirsty. Going to the kitchen, he rifled around in the fridge for something to drink and saw his father's beer sitting on the bottom shelf.
"Hmm, might as well," he said to himself. "It'll serve them right for making me stay here all night.
Grabbing two of the frosty cans, Ricky headed back to the living room.
Settling back on the couch, he opened one of the beers and took a healthy gulp. As Ricky drank and watched the movie, he thought about how his parents had blindsided him the previous evening.
His father's company had decided to have a large Halloween bash and even though his parents had known about the event for weeks, they'd waited until the last minute to spring the news on him. They'd insisted the party was important for his father's career, and because his mother had spent so much money decorating the house and buying candy, someone would have to be home to answer the door for trick-or-treaters. Ricky had told them he'd made plans already, but his parents had pulled rank. There would be no if-and-or buts. He would be staying home on his final Halloween before graduation, watching old slasher films on TV and peddling shitty candy to bratty kids.
Ricky polished off the first beer and was about to open the second one when the doorbell rang.
"Damnit," he said putting the can on the coffee table and getting back up off the couch.
Fuming, Ricky grabbed the bowl and opened the door, expecting to find a group of unruly adolescents. Instead, he was met with a woman and her little boy.
They were both dressed in costumes, with the boy looking like the tiniest Count Dracula Ricky had ever seen, while Mom, on the other hand, was a sexy she-vampire who appeared to be in her early thirties, with dark hair, fair skin, and large breasts.
Seeing the gorgeous woman standing there instantly made Ricky forget about his previous bitterness, and he watched with wide eyes as her glorious boobs nearly spilled out of the low-cut dress as she leaned over to talk to her son.
"What do you say, Bobby," the woman told the little boy while the teenager greedily gawked at her rack.
Ricky, still distracted by the woman's massive bust, was completely oblivious to what little Bobby was saying, and only snapped out of it when he heard the woman cleat her throat loudly. Feeling like he'd just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, the young man forced his attention away from the sexy vampire's chest and onto the bowl of candy in his hand.
Reaching in, Ricky grabbed a large handful of treats and held them out to Bobby.
"Umm, here you go, little guy," Ricky told him.
With a shit-eating grin spreading across his face, Bobby opened his sack and greedily accepted the older boy's offering.
"Thanks, mister," the child said before turning and running down the walk.
With their business done, Ricky was beyond ready for the mother and her son to be gone, but was disappointed when she continued to stand there staring at him with an unimpressed look on her face. He smiled nervously at her and tried to act as nonchalantly as possible, but she just stood there. The best he could figure was that the woman was waiting for an apology and if he wanted her to leave, Ricky was going to have to give her one.
"Look, ma'am, I'm really sorry for..."
"You should be," she said cutting Ricky off. "How would
you
like it if I ogled your body like a piece of meat?"
As she said this, the woman looked the young man up and down before fixing her eyes on his crotch where her eyes grew wide.
Ricky looked down at himself and for the first time realized he was sporting an erection and because of the sweatpants he wore, there was little he could do to hide it.
Feeling like he wanted to crawl under a rock and never come out, the young man grudgingly raised his eyes back to the woman. She still wore a look of shock and the two of them continued to gawp at one another for a long moment before the woman finally turned and hurried away to join her son.
"Well,
that
happened," Ricky said to himself as he opened the door and stepped inside. "Fuck me running."
Closing the door and setting the bowl back on the table, Ricky returned to the couch.
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