The Halloween Party

“Come on, Mia.” Taylor tugged at me. “It’ll be fun. Who knows, maybe you’ll finally find yourself a man.”

A man was the last thing I was looking for. Relationships are messy, people don’t stay together anymore, and frankly, I was happy to stay at home. Besides, I had a backlog of Netflix shows that I needed to get through. “I don’t have anything to wear,” was the excuse I picked. “I don’t have time to get one. Besides, once you find some hot hunk you’re going to ditch me for him.”

Taylor laughed because she knew it was true. Turning around, she opened her closet and pulled out a black, lacy, skimpy, and I had to admit, sexy witch costume. I gave her a confused look. “When did you decide you liked black?” I asked.

“This is yours silly.” She laid it next to me and pulled out the hat and mask. It was one of those half masks that only covers the eyes and bridge of the nose, but it was beautiful. The mask was covered in sequins and sleek feathers so black they were iridescent. One side draped down curved jet black feathers and would cover most of the right side of my face. After taking a good look at the dress, on me of course, I had to admit that Taylor had impeccable taste. The costume made me feel not just sexy, but hott with a double T.

Needless to say, the night of the party, Taylor dragged me with her, but I didn’t resist that much. It would be a shame to waste this awesome costume. Taylor was Barbie, of course. Even without dressing in all pink, she looked much like the popular doll. With her long, sculpted legs, perfect, perky tits, and her full lips, all the boys were going to be falling over themselves to win her tonight. If I were into women, I admitted, I’d make her skip the party so I could keep her to myself all night long.

I’ve never been great with large groups, especially when everyone is grouped so closely together. I went to one concert in my life and regretted every minute of it. Inside the house, my anxiety amped up to an eight. At ten, I’d rush through the door in full on panic mode. Taylor knows this about me and stayed for an hour as I got myself under control. But when she saw someone dressed as Rip Wheeler from Yellowstone, I was totally forgotten and abandoned. Feeling like the cliche fish out of water, I hugged the walls until I got to the bar. I’ve never been in a house with a full bar inside it, but I’m grateful as I sat down on a stool in the corner. I ordered a drink. It was heavy on the vodka, light on ice and cranberry juice. I didn’t care and gulped it down. The booze helped to smooth the sharp edges of the anxiety and I ordered another. As I waited for the first one to kick in, someone sat down next to me. I wasn’t ready for this.

“What’s a pretty goth girl like you doing with Barbie?” He asked.

“She’s my best friend. I’m just waiting for her to get laid so we can leave when she’s done.”

He laughed as his face lit up. “So what about you?”

I sipped my drink and without looking at him said, “I’m into girls.”

He leaned closer. “That’s because you haven’t been with the right man.”

“It doesn’t work that way buddy.” I said dryly.

He tried again. “Can I get you a drink?”

I showed him the almost full glass. “Already got one. Thanks.”

He contemplated his choices for a moment, decided I was a lost cause, and disappeared into the crowd.

I lost track of Taylor and felt very alone. I was working on my third drink when a big bear of a guy sat next to me. I felt pretty juiced by then and quickly sent him on his way. The music increased to eardrum rupturing volume and the conversations followed. The cacophony of noise was giving me the beginning vestiges of a migraine. I just wanted to find Taylor and get the hell out of there. I hadn’t seen her in a while, and I assumed she and Rip had found a place to act out their sexual fantasies. I managed to ask a few people if they had seen Barbie and Rip. I had to shout, but I eventually got a hit and they told me they went upstairs to the bedroom on the right. At least I thought that’s what she said. The din made conversation impossible.

Upstairs, I opened the first door on the right and found the bathroom. Inside I saw a half undressed vampire with a cheerleader snorting a white power off his smooth leg while stroking his flaccid dick. He smiled and jerked his head, indicating that I’m welcome to join in. I’m sure my eyes nearly popped out of their head as I made a quick exit.

Afraid of what I was going to find behind door number two, I hesitantly cracked it and peeked in. It was dark, quiet, and peaceful. That was what I needed, and I immediately slipped in and closed the door. “What am I doing,” I asked myself. “I can’t go barging in on Taylor like that.”

“Instead you barge in on me,” said a low voice.

I jumped and let out a quick scream as I scrambled for the doorknob, but my shaking hands couldn't find it.

“Hey,” said the voice. “I didn’t mean to frighten you. I apologize. I was just trying to get a moment of quiet.”

My heart revved down from a constant thrum to a fast hammering. “I thought I was alone. I’ll leave you be.”

The room was so dark I couldn’t see anything inside, but as my eyes adjusted, I could barely make out dark shapes against a black backdrop.

“It’s okay. It seems you need this room more than I do.” Bedsprings squeaked, and I saw faint movement.

My mind whirled. If I had to wait for Taylor to finish her latest conquest, I might be here for a while. I’d rather have someone to talk to for a few minutes at least. And this guy seemed harmless enough. “Y… You don’t have to leave. We can talk if you stay over there.”

He chuckles. It was a sound that felt warm and humored. It put me more at ease. “Sounds good to me. I’m not really the party type. I came here with a friend.”

I commiserated with him, “Same here. My friend’s probably… Well, let’s say she’s found someone to explore all her hidden nooks and crannies.”

He full on belly laughed at this and I found myself giggling along with him. “That’s the funniest euphemism for sex I’ve ever heard.”

“I’m sorry,” I heard myself apologizing, though I don’t know why I felt the need to. “I guess my nerd is coming out.”

“Nerds are welcome here. I’m all about anything nerdy. Unless you’re a Trekkie. I can’t deal with that level of commitment.”

“Live long and prosper,” I said and started giggling again. “What’s wrong with being a Trekkie?” I teased.

“Where do I start? How about Tribbles, or how many children Captain James T. Kirk has floating around the galaxy. How about Spock’s special move that incapacitates anyone in 0.3 seconds? No lie, I had someone try to use that on me.”

“For someone who doesn’t like the show, you sure know a lot about it.” I laughed again and found that I enjoyed talking to this dark stranger.

“What’s your nerdy passion if it’s not Star Trek?”

“I love to read. I know, that’s too broad. I guess I’d say my favorite books would have to be the Harry Potter series, or Outlander. Oh and I love Harley Quinn. I’ve got quite a collection of Harley comics and figurines at home.”

“You’ve got range. I’m impressed. But if you’re into Harleen Quinzell so much, why aren’t you dressed like her?”

An excited tingle ran through my body at the mention of Harley’s full name before she became the female scourge of Gotham. Caught off guard, along with the buzzing feeling of the vodka swirling in my veins, I boldly said. “If I had dressed as Harley, I’d have stayed home and played with myself in front of the mirror.”

The words came out before I could stop them and he erupted in laughter. I’m so glad he couldn’t see the glowing lipstick red my face had turned right then.

“Now that’s an exciting image. I wouldn’t mind seeing that in real life.”

I wanted to change the subject, but at the same time I was enjoying making him laugh. “Who’s your favorite female superhero or villain? Who would make you melt if you saw her walk through that door?”

“Well, Harley Quinn would certainly do it, but I lean more toward Rogue from the X-Men and Scarlet Witch.”

“You like girls with a shady past,” I said.

“What can I say? I love a strong woman who’s a little on the dark side.”

Emboldened, excited, and loving the back and forth I moved to the bed and sat next to him. “Who are you dressed up as? I can’t quite make it out in here.”

“Jack the Ripper.” He said and his voice dropped an octave.

A warm shiver flowed through me. “Oh great. I wandered into the shadowy lair of the most infamous serial killer of all time.”

“Don’t worry. I’m taking the night off from slaying innocent women. It’s exhausting work.”

“Lucky me. So, what does the Whitechapel Murderer do on his nights off. I mean, aside from coming to a Halloween party and hiding in a dark room” I shifted to try and look into his face and my leg brushed against his. Instead of instantly pulling away, I felt drawn in like a magnet and I scooted closer. My thigh pressed against his and my stomach flipped. He didn’t pull away. A good sign. I coyly rubbed my thigh, while letting my pinky and right ring finger gently caress his. When I was done, I left it there. Still he didn’t move. I question why I’m flirting with someone I don’t know and can’t see. I don’t come up with an answer, but I’m sure it’s mostly the alcohol letting my inhibitions run loose. I go with it.

“The dark helps me contemplate more nefarious crimes, but since a potential new victim has entered my lair, I’m starting to think of other pleasures.”

I could smell him, and it made me hungry. There were notes of leather, a sharp spice I couldn’t quite identify, and the faint, bitter tang of sweat. This is not what I had expected when I came here with Taylor, but I’m willing to explore more. “If I cast a spell on you that made you speak your thoughts, what would you say?”

“You’ve already cast a spell,” he said and moved closer. Our thighs intertwine and I end up sitting in his lap. “But I like showing instead of telling.”

“Show me then.” I said. His lips pressed to mine and soon our tongues were searching, tasting each other. My pussy instantly got hot and wet and I felt him swell underneath me. His strong hands grasped the back of my head, knocking my hat off, but I didn't care. I grabbed his mask, but his hands stopped mine. “Leave ‘em on.”

I embraced the mystery, and then started pulling off my costume as he began the same. He was instantly bare chested as I fumbled with my bra straps. I was so nervous my hands wouldn’t work right. It’s been months since I’ve had sex. The vibrators don’t count and I wonder, stupidly, if I'll have to knock the cobwebs off my cunt first.

His calm hands found mine and deftly released the last hook. My small, erect breasts are freed and cupped by his strong hands. He squeezed and I let out a small moan. At the same time I pressed down on his swollen cock for a second before I reached down, loosened his belt and freed his erect penis. I rubbed it against my panties, my labia swelled as he sucked my nipples like he’s starving and they were providing life giving nourishment.

I grind on him harder, faster. We hit a smooth rhythm as the pressure built up inside me. I didn’t know this man at all, but at the moment, I didn’t care, and the mystery was so hot. The internal pressure peaked, and then it released in a small orgasm. My body tensed as ecstasy flowed through me. I needed him in me right then. I pulled my panties aside and slid him deep inside me. I embraced the full feeling and relished the pleasure. We both moaned softly and his fingers dug into my back.

I started slow. I rocked front to back, feeling every inch of him inside me. Then he leaned back, grasped my ass and guided me. I relented to his domination and leaned back on my hands. He got so deep that he ripped another orgasm out of me. This time I didn’t stop. Instead I leaned into it as my whole body became electrified.

The next thing I knew, I was lifted and thrown onto the bed. He pulled out and I immediately thought he was cumming already. I heard myself whimper, “No.” I didn’t want it to be finished so quickly. I was blinded by lust and needed more. I sat up, and saw him bend over, and then he got on the bed again. He was completely naked and climbed on top of me. “Yes, baby,” I said. “Give me more.” And he did.

My fingers caressed his smooth, sweaty skin, taught muscles rippled underneath. He pulled my legs up, sat them on his shoulders, and slammed his throbbing cock into me. My teeth clicked together, and my pussy squeezed, ready for all he’s got. An animal grin spread across my face. I was loving his take charge attitude and rough way. I clamped my legs around his neck, and dug my fingernails into his solid arms as he pounded my pussy. Shockwaves traveled from my throbbing crotch to my head as I begged him to never stop. I had months of backed up orgasms and I wanted him to release them all.

I came so hard I felt myself leak out all around him and my entire body tensed like a steel cable. He pushed so hard against me, I thought I was going to split in half, but when my body finally released in a tremor of ecstasy, he resumed slamming it home to me. I came once more like that, but the second time he didn’t stop. I felt him building up, and thought the load he’s about to shoot is going to pierce me like a bullet, but I didn’t care. “Give it to me,” I growled. “Cum for me baby.” And he did. With a predatory snarl and a deep, guttural growl his fingers crushed my thighs as he lifted me high off the mattress. Once his seed was deposited in me, his body turned to mush and he fell on top of me. Barely propping himself up on his knees and elbows, his head settled into the crook of my neck. We were both gasping for air and he was totally spent. I wanted more and gently rocked my hips, feeling his cock slide around in me, but it had done its duty and was taking a breather, and eventually it slipped out like a thief in the night.

Over two weeks have passed since the party and my mysterious meeting with the infamous Jack the Ripper. I can’t stop thinking about how well he fucked me and I wish I had gotten his name and number. My only souvenirs are the faint bruises still present on my thighs. They’re nearly gone now, and would love to have him mark me like that again, but I’m sure he has a girlfriend or is attached in some other way. I still find myself daydreaming, especially when I’m pleasuring myself. It just isn’t the same though. I am snapped out of another daydream when Taylor barges in my house.

I knew she was coming over; we’ve got dinner plans at this little dive bar that’s doing karaoke. Taylor thinks I’m going to sing, but she’s got another thing coming.

“Hey, Mia!” She nearly shouts. “I decided to bring my little brother along with me. He’s finally graduated college and came back home for a little while. You remember him don’t you?”

I smile and nod, my mind not really there. It still wants to go back to that night, but I shake his hand. The last time I saw Ryan he was a pimply, gangly boy, quiet and awkward, who mostly stayed in his room. The man in front of me was completely the opposite. He’s tall, well built, and very handsome. I give him a polite smile as I grab my things when Taylor says something that stops me in my tracks. “What did you say?”

“Girlfriend, don’t you ever listen?” She grabbed my cheek, but I didn’t feel it. In fact my whole body was numb. “I said…” Taylor set her hands on her hips. “Didn’t you see him at the party? He was dressed all creepy like in a Jack the Ripper costume.”

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