1998-10-31 Tricks and Treats

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After the hard work of parent groups to counter the early-90s Devil’s Night traditions of violence and arson in Detroit, the biggest Halloween wildcard in Michigan was the weather. Looking back, Travis could remember just as many nights Trick or Treating in moderately warm comfort as nights spent trudging through snow or even getting pelted by hail. On this night, his last Halloween night in high school and therefore his last vestige of childhood indulgence, the weather had delivered torrential rain. It figured; the rest of his life felt like it was going to shit this Fall, so why not his favorite holiday?

Travis and Noelle had planned to go Trick or Treating for about two hours with Ben and Amy Murr, the drummer from their band Deep Star Six. Normally they traveled as a trio with Ben but lately Noelle had made it her pet project to hook their bachelor friend up with his secret crush, and so Amy had been invited. After that they were going to attend June McCurdy’s party. They didn’t like June, a snooty girl who combined academic achievement with self-obsessed popularity in a toxic mix that left very little to like. But June had invited the entire Senior class. The party was at her uncle’s farm and apparently he’d turned his old barn into a cool haunted house. Supposedly, there was going to be an appearance from some horror-related celebrity her uncle knew, or something. So, they’d planned to go.

Come Saturday morning, the plans started falling apart. Noelle had received a call from Amy Murr saying that she wasn’t feeling well and wouldn’t be able to join them. And a few hours later, Ben called Travis with the same excuse. Later, Travis picked up Noelle to have some dinner before it got dark, and soon after the rain began. Visibility was crap, roads began to flood, and the third time that Travis hydroplaned driving back from dinner he declared that they were not going out that night.

Travis was dressed as The Crow, with the face paint and black clothes, including a long black coat he found at Goodwill. Noelle was Fairuza Balk’s character from The Craft, which was easy because it was mostly her Catholic school uniform, just slutted up a bit. Her white long sleeve uniform shirt was unbuttoned so the collar gaped wide, and the tails were knotted at the bottom to show off her midriff. She rolled up the waistband of her tartan skirt so that the bottom was about six inches higher than usual, above her knees and fluttering around her pale thighs. For a girl who had to navigate much of the world sitting in a wheelchair, that’s even riskier: she was showing more leg than if she’d been able to stand up. Finishing the bottom half of the costume were big chunky black boots. She accessorized with a dangly cross hanging from one ear, and a black choker studded with little silver spikes. The biggest change was her blonde hair, which she had turned black with temporary dye and put up in two messy short pigtails. Combined with her dark matte red lipstick and heavy eyeliner, Noelle looked like a different girl. A wild girl.

They stopped at Death By Caffeine, the new coffee place on Main Street, and Noelle gave him a questioning look. When he got back in the car a few minutes later with two steaming hot chocolates, she squealed and kissed him.

“The evening is looking better already,” she declared.

“Definitely.” Travis backed out of the parking spot and they headed back toward his dad’s apartment. “Sucks that Ben couldn’t come out tonight, though. He said he had a great costume all worked out: Sex Machine from Dusk ‘Til Dawn.”

Noelle gasped. “Complete with the crotch gun? Damn I’d like to see that.”

“Hey!” Travis laughed, feigning jealousy.

“What? Tom Savini is a legend!”

“Fair enough.” He knew Noelle hadn’t been a fan of horror movies before they met, so every piece of trivia she knew about them now just felt like an expression of love.

“Besides,” She said, reaching over to cup his crotch possessively. “This is the only gun I need.”

Travis felt his cock respond immediately, jumping against her palm like an eager puppy. Sometimes being the owner of a penis felt a little pathetic. Especially when your girlfriend was keeping the physical side of the relationship progressing at a snail’s pace. But still, he had to hope that staying inside on Halloween night would lead to some real action.

“I’m more bummed about missing the party,” said Noelle. “Sounds like it was going to be pretty cool. “

“Nah. June’s mom is president of the PTA and her dad is a cop. How good was the party going to be?”

“True.” She gave his cock another squeeze as they pulled up to his dad’s apartment building.

Travis didn’t like living with his dad, who he didn’t really want to spend any more time with than he had to. But the fact was he had to; he had no other option since his mom had kicked him out in a furious rage the night she came home to find him fucking Becky, his old babysitter and childhood crush, while his father escort yakacık looked on. Frank Ward had arranged the whole thing for his son’s eighteenth birthday, and apparently it had gone exactly as planned. Instead of losing his virginity to his lovely but sexually timid girlfriend, who had been loosening up gradually over months, Travis had his brains fucked out by the girl of his young teenage fantasies. And his mother had shown up just at the literal climax of the night; everything after was fallout. Now he was living with his dad, his mom wasn’t talking to him, and he still had this sweet and oblivious girlfriend who thought he was being a patient boyfriend, who thought that they were both still virgins.

But Travis couldn’t think about that too much. It made his stomach hurt, which felt right and deserved. Still, he preferred to separate these things in his mind, to wall off the memory of the most exciting and awful night of his life while he spent time with Noelle.

Frank Ward was a successful dentist who could afford a big McMansion at the edge of town, but instead he had a posh apartment. Travis knew this was his preference, the same reason he leased sports cars and got a new young girlfriend every few months: he wanted to live this freewheeling bachelor life forever. He’d done the marriage thing, he’d had a kid, and now he just wanted to be a young virile stud for the rest of his days.

One advantage of the apartment was that, once they got out of the elevator, every room was on the same floor. Noelle could navigate her wheelchair between the kitchen, dining room and living room with ease. She could roll down the hall without assistance, to the bathroom between Frank’s master bedroom and the spare room where Travis stayed.

She did that while Travis shook out their umbrella in the hallway and set the hot chocolates on the kitchen counter. When she came back out, he was in the kitchen with a bottle of Kahlua. He gave her a mischievous grin. “I was thinking I’d add a little something extra for the occasion. What do you think?”

Without meaning to, Noelle rolled her chair back a half-turn. Neither of them were too fond of booze, what with the drunk driver who had put her in the wheelchair and his mother being an unpredictable lush. But they were high school seniors out to have a good time, and what was the harm? She smiled. “Sure.”

“Great!” He took the lids off their drinks and glugged a healthy amount into each. When he saw her questioning look he said: “It’s sweet. You’ll like it.”

Spending the night cuddled up somewhere warm and dry didn’t feel like much of a loss, as far as Travis was concerned. His father had said that morning that he’d be out late on a Halloween date, and might not come home at all. And, outside a theater, there was no better place to watch a movie than his dad’s living room.

Frank Ward was a man of many fickle desires, but the one that Travis could appreciate most was his compulsion to buy new electronic toys. He had a state-of-the-art sound system hooked up to a CD player with a six-disc changer. A laserdisc player. A big screen television with subwoofers that made you feel like every movie explosion was resonating from your own bowels.

Travis had brought his VCR along when he moved in because otherwise his boxes of videotapes might as well be in storage. Obsolete media formats had no place in Frank Ward’s entertainment buffet of the future. He got the VCR out of the closet and then wedged himself behind the television to plug in the three colored RCA cables. Male prongs fit snugly into female ports.

He was thinking they’d watch his VHS of The Burning, since he still hadn’t gotten the chance to watch it with Ben.

“What about this?” Noelle held up a laserdisc sleeve that had been lying on the coffee table. It was Francis Ford Coppola’s version of Bram Stoker’s Dracula. This was one purchase Travis had fully supported, unlike his dad’s four-hour cut of Apocalypse Now. And perfect for tonight: it was a very fun, very sexy monster movie.

Travis turned out the light and started the movie. He helped Noelle from her chair onto the couch and got them both situated next to each other. They snuggled and sipped their Kahlua hot chocolates, feeling the heat of the booze travel from their bellies to their fingertips.

“All these crosses, I feel like I’m at school,” Noelle laughed as the opening narration started. She held up her hot chocolate. “But this is warming me up nicely.” Travis put his arm around her, pulling her tighter against his body. “That’s warming me too,” she purred.

“Same,” Travis gave her another squeeze. “I love the way this movie looks. The sets, the practical effects, it’s so big and everything is heightened, you know? The Crow was kind of like that too, funny enough.”

Noelle nodded. “Embracing the artifice.”

“Well said, babe.”

“Hey, is Mina Harker the horniest character in a movie? She can barely bayan escort istanbul let him leave London, she wants to get to her wedding night so bad.”

Travis smiled. “In the same movie where Lucy is trying to screw three different guys, grabbing their dicks at parties and writhing around in bed? I don’t think so.”

“Fair enough. But can you blame her? There are so many hot people in this movie.”

“Like Keanu? With his California London accent? Whoaa, verily dude!” Travis asked, trying to do a Keanu impression.

“I don’t know…he’s still pretty blowable.” Noelle cocked a mischievous eyebrow.

That shut Travis up for a bit. He hated when she said that. It was a thing she did with her best friend Laura, rating guys as “Scrub”, “Blowable”, or “Fuckable”. It wasn’t that he was some jealous baby, after all he talked about horror movie babes in front of her all the time. But what bothered him was how it made her sound like a snotty girl, and a poser too. She wanted to call a dude blowable, but she wouldn’t blow her own boyfriend? So, was he not “blowable?” It made her sound like a child playing at being sexy. It was dumb, and he found it very annoying.

But that annoyance passed quickly, especially when Noelle was getting gradually more affectionate, snuggling up against him and rubbing his leg. He kept glancing over at his petite girlfriend and seeing someone different from the usual cute little Noelle he knew so well. It wasn’t just the black hair and the makeup, but a hungry look in her eyes and the way she kept licking her dark lips. His girlfriend was looking at him like a cartoon wolf.

Travis had his arm over her shoulders, and as she nestled further into his side the angle changed so that his hand was able to hang lower and lower across her chest. Soon his fingertips were inside the gaping collar of her unbuttoned uniform shirt, grazing the upper curve of her small breast. He could see her goosebumps and the tiniest blonde hairs in the flickering light of the big screen. Noelle inhaled at his touch, and her chest swelled in her modest black bra.

The movie was just getting into Jonathan Harker’s seduction by the half-naked brides of Dracula when Noelle ran her hand up into his hair and pulled Travis’s face down to hers. Noelle’s mouth was hot and wet and so hungry as she fed lustfully on his lips, his tongue. She pressed against him and his hands were everywhere, gripping and sliding and tugging at her.

“Wait,” she murmured a few minutes later, and he sat back while she did that magic trick of unfastening her bra inside her shirt and then pulling it out one sleeve. The black bra flew across the room and Travis attacked her with renewed vigor. He spotted glimpses of her bare breasts through her gaping shirt, saw the erotic pink of her through the nearly-sheer white, and grasped one of her soft mounds in his hand. He rubbed her hardening nipple through the fabric and she panted into his mouth.

Travis laid her back on the couch, then helped move her legs up onto the cushions so she was laying lengthwise. Since he was steering her lower half, he left her legs spread enough for him to lay between them. He held himself up off her petite body with his arms, but pushed his hips into hers and ground his achingly hard crotch against hers. She moaned and urged him on.

On the screen, Monica Bellucci rose between Keanu’s spread legs and arched her back, showing off her big flawless rack. Travis kissed his way down Noelle’s neck, nibbling around her black choker with the little silver spikes. Moving further down, he pushed her shirt up around her armpits so he could feast, finally, on her beautiful chest. She didn’t have the kind of breasts that you’d call a “rack” but she had lovely pointed tits with large puffy areolas that made them look like she’d leaned naked over a can of pink paint and dipped the tips. Travis sucked on them gently in turn, and Noelle sucked at the air, writhing.

When Travis continued down her body, he kissed her trembling stomach and dipped his tongue into her belly button, making her giggle. Then he shifted his whole body further down the couch before flipping up Noelle’s tartan skirt and coming face to face with her holiest of holies. He knew she had red panties on because he’d caught glimpses as he helped her move between her chair and other seats throughout the evening. But when her skirt was fully out of the way he realized she wore the smallest panties he’d ever seen; a shiny little triangle of silk tiny strings that tied at each hip. They were so little that he could tell she’d shaved the pubic hair he’d felt the few times that she let him reach down her pants. The cloth of the panties were molded like a second skin to the curve of her pudenda, and printed on it was the image of a cartoon devil.

Travis glanced at Noelle’s face and found her grinning down at him. She bit her lip and nodded. His heart thundered in his chest; she had worn these tiny sexy panties for escort bağdat caddesi him. Panties made to be removed. She was ready to go further than they had before.

Instead of tugging at those simple bows that topped her hip bones, Travis dipped his head down and lapped at the fabric of her silk covered pussy. On the screen, Mina and Lucy frolicked and kissed in the midst of a rainstorm. Outside the apartment, the deluge continued to pound the windows and thunder shook the building.

“Ohhh-OHHHHHHH,” Noelle breathed, throwing her head back.

Travis ran his tongue up her slit and the fabric was so thin that he could taste her juices through it. His nose was full of her scent, a deeper scent than the usual smell of her body and sweat with an extra tang inside it, the slight fishiness he’d heard guys laugh about. But this was no laughing matter. He licked her harder, pushing the panties a little inside her in his eagerness to taste more.

Noelle’s hands came down, covering her crotch, black-painted nails glinting in the light of the forgotten movie. He pulled back a little, wondering if the fun was over, when she grasped the ties at her hips and pulled, undoing both bows in one smooth motion and leaving the material to lay loosely atop her sex. He looked up to her face again and found her looking down at him with her mouth hanging open a little, eyes dark with lust.

He grabbed the small triangle of cloth and pulled it away from her, the strings snaking out from beneath her naked pelvis. Travis pulled her right leg up, crooking her knee to make more space for him. He was a little in awe of the sight before him, and reverently ran his fingers along her slit. Her pussy was smaller and tidier than Becky’s, with taut lips that seemed almost demure. The edge of her lips were rosy and glistening, pink as the folded entrance of a conch shell. He applied more pressure as he ran his finger up and down, and she parted for him, welcoming him to her entrance. He spread her lips a little and leaned down, nuzzling at her clit with his tongue. Her moans urged him on and he took her between his lips, lightly sucking on her. Then, unable to hold back any longer, he wrapped both arms around her thighs and buried his face in her delicious snatch, digging his tongue deeper, seeking the heat and the honey at the center of her. He ate her with relish, his moans matching hers. He wanted all of her, to consume her and own her lithe little body completely. Though her lower body remained limp for him to steer, her upper body was thrashing and arching and her hands were tangled in his hair, pulling him harder against her sex. She seemed to be reaching a crescendo, and even as he put all his effort into getting her there he was thinking about his bedroom and the box of condoms in his drawer. Surely tonight, he would finally bury his cock in this tight little pussy.

Suddenly other sounds broke through, coming from the front door of the apartment: keys in the lock. Voices in the hallway: a deeper resonance and a higher giggling response.

With a panicked start, Travis was up and moving toward the front door, adjusting his erection in his pants so he could walk straight, wiping his mouth and hissing at Noelle to cover up and button her shirt. He hurried to the door, seething with anger that his father would come home earlier than he said, that the man would ruin this promising night for him so spectacularly. He was almost to the door when it opened, and a laughing Frank Ward tumbled inside with his date.

Travis stopped short when he saw her, his mouth instantly dry and his balls crawling up into his belly. Standing in the hallway, smiling as though she didn’t have a care in the world, was the last person he’d expected to see.

2.

Noelle couldn’t wait to fuck her boyfriend. He was so sweet, and so hot, and she had spent months in a fog of horniness just trying to build up the courage, waiting for the right time to finally lose her virginity to a boy she loved. In some ways it seemed like a special thing that had to be just so, but it also felt like a primal need, this throbbing desire to just throw him down and shove his hard dick inside her. She knew that if she had use of her legs, she probably would have felt more empowered to do just that. Instead it felt like this endless first hill of a rollercoaster going up and up and up, so scary and so exciting, like no anticipation Noelle had ever felt before. She needed relief and she needed it soon.

When he licked her and took her whole sex into his mouth like a man tucking into the most delicious meal of his life, she knew that tonight was the night. She would have him no matter what else happened in the world. But first, she was getting ready to cum her brains out. She could feel the pressure building up in her pelvis, the sweet tension and escalation that she’d only ever felt with the direct pounding of the water sprayer in her shower at home. Her orgasm was roiling within her, building up into a wave that would crest and break over her, washing her into a vast ocean of relief.

“My dad!” Travis shot up, scrambling off the couch and tossing orders back at her. “Put on your clothes! Sit up!” Then he was gone, down the hall toward the front door, running to intercept the intruders.

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