"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." the boy said, wondering where the girl had gone. He'd met her the day before at the convention and was, like most of the other male attendees, smitten immediately by her. He caught a glimpse of some movement behind one of the trees and sprinted in that direction, tearing around the corner and almost tripping over her long legs, his scabbarded sword waving perilously close to her face 'til he restrained it.
She'd sat down, her back against the tree, looking up at him with an amused curve on her lips. "What kept you?" she asked, lifting the joint to her mouth and striking a match. "It can't be every day a lady asks you if you'd like a smoke and a fuck so I can't really understand your tardiness." She inhaled deeply, gently exhaling a smoke ring.
He groped for something to say, and in the end just settled for plonking himself down next to her, his sword getting in the way and nearly taking his eye out.
She laughed. "Careful, I want you to be some use to me..." she told him, passing the joint across. He felt himself blush, took a far too deep drag and suffered the double indignity of a coughing fit followed by a whitey. He felt the world swirl around him and he nearly retched. At least his eyes were getting used to the dark, he thought as he came to - he could see her more clearly now. He idly wondered if he'd ever seen the moon that close before, but decided he hadn't - it looked huge tonight. Maybe it was because he was on his back.
Then her face blocked the moon, looking over him. She'd caught him and manoeuvred his head into her lap, stroking his temples. Her eyes held a trace of amusement and lust as she told him that she never cut weed when skinning a joint, she hated the taste of tobacco. He was again amazed at how good her makeup was; the pointed ears in particular were stunningly well executed.
"Feeling better then?" she asked him.
He nodded in reply, not trusting himself to speak. She grinned at him and untied her dress over her left shoulder, holding it in place before asking, "would you like to see my tits?"
He nodded, excited by her language. She was the most direct woman he'd ever met in his short life. She grinned again, something almost predatory in her gaze and let the dress fall away, exposing her perfect left breast. She lifted him to her nipple, cradling his head in her left arm, directing her nipple to his mouth with her right hand before resting it on his midriff. "Be my big baby and suck gently," she told him, gasping as he did as he was instructed. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, which made her gasp.
"Naughty boy!" she exclaimed, though he wasn't sure whether that was because of what his tongue was doing, or because of what she'd found with her exploring right hand between his legs. "That feels rather congested" she murmured, starting to undo his belt. He reached up to the right hand tie, holding her dress in place and released it, her other fantastic breast falling free.
Before he had a chance to do anything with it, she wriggled out from under him, and stood, her dress falling around her ankles. "Christ," he breathed, not noticing the slight flinch she made at that name, stunned by her beauty. He made it to his knees, his costume trousers and sword belt all conspiring to stop him standing, his cock harder than he'd ever known it sticking out in front of him.
