I was just sitting in my dorm room just thinking about things like my ex, my family, school and all the other bull shit a 19 year freshman thinks about in college. I lay on my purple quilted twin bed with the soft quilted padding listening to Panic at the Disco's New Perspective. "Let's fast forward to when u go down on me". I'm a sexy looking 5ft 8 African American woman with Double Ds and wide hips that make every man swoon as I walk by. It was unbelievable that I did not have a date this hallow eve." Why is it that I'm always dateless on holidays," I say as I screamed to the white cement ceiling of my dorm room.
My roommate was going to be gone for the weekend because she was staying with her boyfriend's. Tonight they were going to the campus Halloween party dressed as salt and pepper. Not the singing group which would have been way better but they were going to be dressed as salt and pepper shakers. Lame isn't it? Don't get me wrong though, I love my roommate to death and by the looks of it men do to. She is Caucasian with long blonde hair, double d tits and also very pretty, smart and also popular. If she had black hair she would give Megan Fox a run for her money. But her boyfriend was one of the sexiest guys I ever met. He had gorgeous blue eyes, a nice muscular body, wavy dark hair and this sexy ass deep voice. Many nights when my roommate was sleep or alone I would stoke my clit vigoursly imagining he was pounding my ass from the back doggy style and him eating me out. Whatever my nasty mind imagined that would bring me to orgasm. I love those two dearly but when they started talking baby talk and ogling each other I was gone. I will not sit there and watch those two dummies, so I silently left the room unnoticed.
Sighing, I think back to what my roommate told me three hours ago. Jen make sure u light a red candle and put it on your nightstand. Why the hell for? Don't tell me you haven't heard the story of Cameron Michaels? Don't tell me this is a ghost story I should hauntingly be aware of? Just listen. Ok go ahead. 5 years ago on Halloween this insanely hot guy that was the star player on the tennis team got into an accident on Halloween night. He was speeding on the highway about to go to this off campus Halloween party when he collided with this drunk driver and he died instantly from the impact. Rumor has it, he was going to propose to his lover, others say he was going to pick up a package of ecstasy and bring it to the party. To this day no one knows the real reason why he was speeding.
Ok so how does this red candle tradition come in to play? They say on Halloween night he comes into a beautiful girl's room, makes love to her and leaves. It's not necessarily a bad thing but I wish he would pay me a visit. Girls leave their candle lit so he will actually come to their room. The red candle symbolizes the night he died. See you, I'm off. As she leaves I think how it would be nice if I had someone to actually fuck right now because I am quite horny now. I take a shower with my favorite body wash from Victoria secret and soap up my body quite nicely. I open my legs and start caressing the outer lips of my clit. Mmmm. This feels so good. I imagine my hot history professor and how bad I want to seduce him. I rub faster and harder applying more pleasure as I get more aroused. FUUUUUUUCK! I screamed as I creamed in my hand. My pussy juice mixing with the soap of my bubble bath. I towel dry and find a pair of jeans and a low cut purple blouse that shows off my Double Ds. My clock said 8:00 pm. Might as well walk to Walgreens and pick up some snacks. Especially my favorite candy corn.