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All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older.
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Alyssa: We just got here. Where r u?
Jeremy: Almost there
Alyssa: ok, see u inside?
Alyssa tucked her cell phone between her breasts that bulged from the top of her red and black low-cut dress. She stepped out of the passenger seat, fluffing the ruffles of the short skirt. The devil horns she wore fell lopsided in her blonde hair. Shifting them back into place, she looked towards the house. Multicolored lights flashed behind the window curtains while the bass of the music thumped from within.
"Is he here yet?" asked Brittany, stepping around from the driver side.
"Almost."
"Shots until he shows?" said Brittany, adjusting her angel costume that paired with the one Alyssa wore.
"All you. I went too hard last night."
"Lame, you're going to make me drink alone?" asked Brittany as the two walked up to the house.
"I'm sure we can find some cute guy to drink with you," replied Alyssa, rolling her eyes.
As they approached, the front door burst open to a frat guy dressed like Frankenstein. He rushed to the porch railing and puked into the bushes, beer in hand. He wiped his face, swigged from the bottle and smiled at the two of them. They both winced in disgust and stepped inside.
A sea of bodies bounced and swayed to the remixed Halloween music. The DJ bobbed her head in her full body skeleton suit. Alyssa tried to make out the words that Brittany was mouthing to her but the music and hollering drowned her out. Brittany grabbed Alyssa's hand, guiding her through the crowd as they shouldered their way to the kitchen.
They entered the kitchen to a large pumpkin-shaped ice luge on a table at the center of the room. Some jock in his football uniform poured beer into the top of the pumpkin, chilling as it slid out of the mouth and down the luge to the edge of the table. A girl waited on her knees at the end of the table, mouth open. The beer spilled over her mouth and ran down her chin. Alyssa's eyebrows raised, shocked at the girl's costume, or rather lack of. A pair of pumpkin nipple pasties and candy corn bikini bottoms were all that covered her as the cold beer trickled over her body.
Brittany turned to Alyssa, laughing and covering her mouth. Alyssa shrugged at her. She knew the party would be wild but wasn't expecting that much. A tall muscular guy from nearby approached them, leaning in to talk.
"You ladies want a turn?" he shouted over the music.
Alyssa shook her head.
"Sure!" shouted Brittany, turning to her friend and mouthing how hot the guy was.
"No, I'm alright," said Alyssa, the music worsening her throbbing hangover.
"Come on!" insisted Brittany, squeezing Alyssa's hand.
"You go ahead, I'm gonna find the bathroom!" replied Alyssa, releasing her friend's hand.
"Fine! Hurry back!" demanded Brittany before moving to replace the candy corn girl at the table.
Alyssa left the kitchen alone, wading through the ocean of people once again. People pushed into her as she squeezed her way back towards the front door. She recalled the stairs when they entered, figuring upstairs might be slightly quieter. Suddenly she felt a hand slip up the back of her shirt and briefly squeeze her ass. She whipped around, ready to yell, but smirked instead when she faced the perpetrator.
"About time you showed up!" she shouted at the black-robed and ghost-faced individual. He shrugged.
"I can't hear anything in here, come on!" she shouted, grabbing his hand and leading him up the stairs. Alyssa wondered if the couple making out on the railing was about to fall through as she passed. They reached the top and continued down the hallway. A girl dressed as a fairy exited the bathroom. Alyssa quickly pushed in past her, dragging him into the bathroom with her before shutting and locking the door.
"Same costume as last year? I thought I told you I hated that thing. It's creepy," she said, sitting down on the toilet and slipping her red panties down to her knees. "You should've seen the girl Brittany and I saw earlier. I get that Halloween is an excuse to dress slutty but wow," she said as she relieved herself.
He stood there, staring at her through the mask.
"Really? Are you just going to stand there and be all silent and creepy?" she asked.
He shrugged silently.
"Perv," she said, standing and pulling her panties back up.
He didn't respond.
"Come on, let's find Brittany," she started, moving to the sink to wash her hands.
He stood behind her, reaching under her skirt to squeeze her ass again.
"Seriously? You're way too into this," she said to him in the mirror.
As she bent over the sink, he reached down and slipped his cock from beneath the robes. He stroked himself while she finished washing up. She shut off the faucet and turned to find his half hard cock between them.
"Jeremy! Put that away. We're not doing that here. Come on, let's go find Brittany," she said, reaching for the door. He beat her to it, wrapping his hand around the knob to prevent her from leaving.
"Come on. You're not funny," she pleaded, crossing her arms.
He tilted his head down, signaling towards his cock.
"You're so weird. Fine, but we have to hurry up," she sighed, reaching her hand out and grasping his hard cock.
She wrapped her fingers around him, beginning to slowly stroke. He grew in her hand as she moved up and down the shaft. A mix of emotions clashed within her. A chill ran through her spine as she looked up at the lifeless ghost face staring down at her, while the anonymity sparked an unknown desire deep inside of her. Her newfound yearning dripped between her legs, wetting her panties.
"Just don't mess up my dress, okay?" said Alyssa, dropping to her knees on the cold tile.
