Author's Note:
A man has a dream one night, and he finds out dreams can be true.
This is a work of pure fantasy.
The story contains sexual activities and situations between a man and woman that are to be read only by readers above the legal age of consent. All characters having sexual relations are above the age of 18. All the character names, places are made up by a name generator and not real.
As are most of the stories I've written and will write, if you're looking for story that goes, "They met, they had wild sex, the end" I would advise reading something else, though I'm going to try and keep this one short since it's for the Halloween contest. Or, at least shorter than normal LOL.
I still consider myself an amateur writer, so please take that into consideration when you read it. I write for my enjoyment and for the people that like it. And remember, this is pure fiction and fantasy.
If you don't like how and what I write, oh well. Don't read it. My feelings won't be hurt. For those of you that do like what I've posted so far, thank you and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it.
Sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. Things have been a giant pain since all this virus crap started going on. Then to top it all off, my computer decided to act up and eat itself and I haven't been able to afford a new on until just recently. Thankfully, I always make a backup so I didn't lose anything on any of the stories except the beginning of the next Katja part that I hadn't backed up yet.
I'm trying to work on the next part of the Katja series and getting it written when I've got some privacy to do some writing, but that's kinda few and far between anymore. Hopefully, I'll have something soon to post, but it may take another month or so.
Everyone have a Blessed Samhain and I hope you enjoy the story.
Samhain Surprise By 65rebel
My name is Evan Carter, I'm 25, a little over 6-foot-tall and I have dark blond hair and hazel eyes. I'm alright looking I guess, I never really thought about it to much. I'm an engineering technician and I mainly work as a draftsman making drawings using CAD programs to make detailed technical drawings or plans for machinery and any of the components. It's a good job, especially since I can work from home.
I'm not in any serious relationships at the moment, but there are a few girls I date on and off. Nor do I have many people I consider friends, mainly they're just acquaintances, I guess you can say I'm a bit of a loner. As I said, I'm just a normal kind of guy, I like to play first-person shooter video games and one thing I've done quite a bit since I was a teenager, I go to the renaissance fair near me, and some a little farther out. I always thought it was fun and my normal costume was a pirate. The best way I could describe how I dressed up, wasn't like Jack Sparrow, but was more like the character; "The Dread Pirate Roberts" from the Princess Bride movie. I'm also a Pagan, that's someone that looks to and follows the old Gods and Goddesses instead of one of the mainstream religions.
Well, that's sort of enough about me personally, I guess. This story starts about 6 months ago, one week before Halloween, or Samhain (Celtic New Year), as I called it.
It was Friday and I was working at home like normal starting a new drawing for one of the companies that hire's the one I work for to make up different drawings and blueprints for them. I really love my work, which means it's not really work to me, since it's something I've always enjoyed doing. While I was doing that, my phone toned letting me know I had a text message. I picked it up and opened the app and smiled, it was from one of the guys that I do consider a friend and not an acquaintance. His name was Troy Black and he asked if I wanted to go out tonight to a club we'd occasionally go to.
I smiled as I answered him back, Okay. Then a minute later, he texted me back saying he'd meet me there about 8. I set the phone down and went back to work. The club we were going to was nice and the music was normally pretty good, and ranged from a DJ, to a live band. My taste in music was very eclectic, I listened to anything ranging from acappella to zydeco. Basically, as long as I liked it, I'd listen.
After work, I made dinner, then cleaned up and got dressed. I was wearing my normal going out clothes, jeans and a button-down black shirt and boots as I very rarely got really dressed up, I liked to be comfortable. I got my keys off the hook by the front door of my apartment, and headed to the club. As I parked, I saw Troy's car, then headed to the entrance. Once inside, I saw it wasn't too crowded yet, it normally didn't start getting that way until 9 or so, and I looked around for Troy. I finally saw him at one of the tables and headed over.
He smiled and stood to shake my hand, then we sat down and I waved to one of the waitresses. She smiled and held a finger up telling me she'd be right there. She set down the order for another table, then came over to ours. She smiled, "Hi Evan, how you doing hon? What can I get you, the usual?"
He smiled back at her, her name Angelica, but went by Angie. When he met her the first time, she told him she thought Angelica was a bit much. Personally, he thought it fit her. "Doing good hon. Yeah, a beer is good. How have you been?"
She smiled back, she always wished that he'd ask her out, but he never did. She leaned her hip against him, "Same as always hon. Troy, you want another?"
Troy nodded yes, and she smiled once more, "I'll be right back."
Troy smiled as he watched her walk away, her rear was swaying back and forth. He turned to Evan, "Yo man, when you gonna ask her out? You know she wants you to."
Evan shrugged, "I don't know, she's cute and all. But she's really not my type."
Angie was a typical blue-eyed, blond about 5'-7" with a nice figure. I was more into... well, girls that had a typical goth look. Now I don't mean the ones that had everything black from their head to their toes, and with the almost white complexion. No, I preferred ones with long dark-red, kind of curly hair, and that dressed to match the style, if you know what I mean.