A Halloween Tale, For Holly
Through the crisp fall evening air, the young couple ran from the apartment building across the parking lot to the silver Audi parked nearby. As they reached the car, she leaned back against the passenger door as he pressed up against her. She pulled him close to her for a quick little kiss.
"Didya have fun, honey?" Heather asked, her blue-green eyes sparkling in the flickering glow of an overhead light.
"Oh yeah!" Kevin responded, feeling Heather nestle her body up closer to him. "And since Halloween is your favorite holiday I know that you had fun!"
"Uh-huh," Heather moaned, thrusting her hips up against him. "And I can't wait to get you home!"
"You sure?" he teased. "Cause if not, we can always go back and rejoin the party."
Heather made it look like she was thinking his question over, but then looked into his dark eyes and smiled. "Nah ... I'd rather get you home and get naked!"
"Oh, honey!" Kevin sighed. With another kiss that was a little longer and wetter, he unlocked the door and opened it up for Heather. He watched as she folded up her tall athletic frame into the plush leather passenger seat, and then stretched out her long shapely legs. He swung the door closed and went around to jump in beside her.
They had made such a great couple at the party, he as a headless football player and she as a massacred cheerleader. For most of the party, Kevin had worn the shoulder pads up on his head and carried a detached head stuffed into his old football helmet as a prop Heather had worn a high school letter sweater that was ripped and torn as if by a slasher, revealing the curves of her supple athletic body. Her short skirt was similarly tattered and showing off her long legs and occasionally her tiny white g-string panties.
Settled into the car and underway for the short ride home, Heather wasted no time exploring Kevin's football pants feeling the thick hard erection that was growing underneath. His hand rested on her bare thigh and inched upward until his fingers brushed near the warm damp crotch of her panties.
The nearly full moon was filtering through the scattered clouds and trees lending a spooky atmosphere to the late night. There was something about this sort of evening that seemed to tease and excite Heather. She loved horror movies and had cultivated an interest in the occult, often believing that witches and warlocks and vampires just might be real. Something about this night helped mix together elements of desire and eroticism and passion and dark-sided spirits in her mind with the resulting arousal sweeping through her body.
"Spooky night out, hon," Kevin said. "Looking for some ghosts and goblins?" Kevin snuck a glance in Heather's direction as his pinky began to rub up and down the moist folds between her legs.
"Mmm, just wondering ..." she said slowly and dreamily, looking back at Kevin, knowing by his expression that he could see the gleam of arousal in her eyes.
"Wondering what?"
"Wondering if it is all true, that on nights like this the spirits come alive and seek human contact."
"Anything is possible, hon," he replied. Kevin flinched as her hand gripped him tighter through his costume. "Oh, god yes! Anything is possible."
She knew that he didn't quite share her beliefs but that didn't really bother her. He was always very sweet about indulging her freaky side, a side that only her closest friends knew about. Most people would never think that a sweet unassuming preschool teacher would believe in vamps. But Kevin always gave Heather all the time she needed to pursue her own interests and was always there for her when she needed him. She leaned over and kissed him on the neck, then looked out through the car window at the night sky. As they approached a stoplight near her house, Heather noticed the old graveyard up ahead.
"Hey! Check it out! There's that neat old graveyard!" she said excitedly.
"So?"
"So ... um ... oh, nothing," she answered.
"No, what?" Kevin asked.
"Um, nothing really."
"Oh, come on, honey. I know what it means when you say nothing," he answered, his hand lightly rubbing the soft tender skin of her thigh.
"Well, um ... I don't know," Heather said, stalling a bit. She knew he always liked teasing her, but her thoughts were of something maybe a little darker and freakier than usual. "But um, haven't you ever wanted to do it in a graveyard?"
"Ah, not really." Kevin said, almost laughing until he saw how serious she was.
"But with me, honey?" she asked her hand firmly tracing the outline of his hard-on. "If I told you that I really, really wanted to do it in a graveyard, wouldn't you want to?"
"I don't know, honey," he responded, stifling a moan as he felt Heather's fingers gripping his cock through the tight old football pants. "Maybe I guess."
"Well, why not pull in up ahead, okay?"