Authors Note
This story was written for the 2020 Literotica Halloween Story Contest. It's my first ever submission. I hope you enjoy it. If so, please vote and rate accordingly. Either way, I'm open to feedback. I'm always trying to learn as a writer.
All characters are over age 18. This is a work of fantasy, for entertainment purposes only. It contains smut, naughty language, and lots of intentional sentence fragments. If any of these offend you, the time to leave is now. Otherwise, I hope you'll stay and enjoy.
This is PWP. I'm not promising deep character, thick plot, nor a thoughtful exploration of humanity. The story is an excuse for the smut, but I had fun writing it. No apologies.
Thanks for reading.
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Kali Nightingale isn't a slut, but a girl has needs, doesn't she? Her sex life has seen a bit of a drought, lately. It's not like she's a shrinking virgin, locking it away for Mister Forever. Love is grand if you've got the time, but Mister For-The-Weekend will do in a pinch. At this point, this is a pinch.
Kali is in her second year of law school. A good one, ivy-shrouded edifice and all. The law program is demanding. She's seen few opportunities to scratch many notches in her bedpost. She works hard to stay at the top of her class. She has plans for the future. Big ones. Her ambition takes her like a lover, but leaves little time for loving. Most nights, she clings to the cool embrace of her work.
When's the last time I got properly laid?
Six months ago, at least. It's been longer than that since her last serious relationship. She was still an undergrad when she broke up with Brett. They moved to different coasts; it couldn't have worked. Since the break-up, her love life has been more miss than hit. A girl needs to keep her standards, no matter how horny she is.
Sorry boys, but it's not me; it's you.
Kali looks good; she knows it. Three nights a week at the gym keep her toned and trim. And guys swarm around her like flies. From the time she emerged from puberty, she's basked in the aura of masculine attention. She's not a goddess but she's bright, sweet and approachable.
Yet male cowardice can tarnish the shine of any feminine halo. She's aware of their eyes. Caressing her from a distance. Sometimes she catches them in the act. The furtive glance, swiftly averted. Sometimes she sees the futile shame; sometimes she's honored with a sheepish grin.
Talk to me,already.
She often thinks, but the men rarely approach. When they do, they fumble.
I'm in law school, for fuck's sake.
The place should be brimming with masculine power. This institution has produced Presidents, and a sitting justice on the Supreme Court.
Future Leaders, my pretty ass.
Don't let the prestige fool you. Law students don't always make their case. They're great at learning the rules. But oh, if they knew how desperate she is to break them.
Maybe it's the gestalt of the times. Third-wave chivalry, and all that. Even with her accomplishments, they treat her like a porcelain doll: fragile. She isn't looking for a white knight to drive away the evils of the world. She can handle the bastards herself. She's looking for a hero with a ready cock, and half the balls to use it.
So yeah, Kali's panties are eager to drop for the right man, or even the right-for-now man. She doesn't often resort to the quick-fix of a dating app. When she has her druthers, Kali Nightingale is a slow burn kind of girl. But lately, no sparks have landed in her tinder box.
Any port in a storm, right?
Thanks to the miracles of technology, Kali has a date tonight. With a man she's never met, no less. He invited her to a Halloween party off-campus.
Kali Nightingale is nothing if not a realist. Daniel Martens is not forever man. Let's face it, he's a stranger she found through chance by swiping right. She needs more from a boyfriend than a chiseled jaw and some roguish charm. But if he wants to audition as her weekend lover, he might be a strong contender.
She's seen enough of his pics, even a few shirtless ones. He must live at the gym. A girl could strike a match on those abs.
He's the sandy-haired all-American type. Plays running back for state. Stands a shot at going pro, if you believe him. If you want to know how great he is, he's always happy to tell the tale.
But she likes that about him. Even the cockiness. He knows what he wants, and isn't too timid to ask for it. He's bold. Something about that boldness turns her on. A warm, solid current ripples through her.
She's meeting Daniel at seven. They've been flirting-like-hell by text all afternoon. She has to admit, he's got some game.
So far, he's hitting the right notes. Tight buds of desire ripen in her core. She needs this. She already knows she's going to fuck him. If he doesn't blow it, the night is his to take.
And if the night goes down in flames, it won't be her fault. She's put together the perfect costume. A naughty Cat-woman get-up. Sheer and tight, clinging in all the right places.
She gives herself plenty of time to get ready. True genius takes effort.
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Kali draws a steaming bath, heated to the edge of her tolerance. A languorous soak in the tub is just the thing to quell the butterflies.
Thoughts of the evening, some of them erotic, flutter through her mind. She shimmies out of her jeans, revealing her lean, sinuous legs. Her inner thighs grow sensitive at the friction.
Even though she's alone, her bare skin makes her feel vulnerable and sexy.
She clumsily works the buttons of her pink, satiny shirt. The silky material drapes from her shoulder and glides to the floor. She fantasizes about Daniel's eyes on her skin. A knot of warmth forms in her core, expanding through her.
Kali unhooks her bra with familiar ease. Her b-cup teardrops are sensitive to the touch. She imagines Daniel's hands groping them. Her nipples grow erect. She wonders how his tongue will feel on her dark, quarter sized areolae.
By the time she wiggles out of her panties, a wet stain has formed. A pool of heat wells in her pussy. The lean column of her body is tight with need.
She thinks about it. The curved purple contraption stashed in her panty drawer. The device is a strange mixture of organic curves and sterile, mechanical function. Its sinuous arcs touch her in places that a man seldom does, a harmony of form and purpose.
She remembers her chagrin when she smuggled it out of the sex shop in a brown paper bag. The flush she felt on her face when she carried it awkwardly to the counter. The quaver in her voice that she did her best to suppress. The helpful woman's answers to her red-faced questions. The investment has been well worth the price, both in cash and embarrassment.
She retrieves her naughty secret from its hiding place. Why not? Kali indulges her temptation. Gives her lust some leash. A quick taste to take the edge off.
Kali perches at the edge of the tub, legs dangling in the steamy water, parted lasciviously. Her hands explore her body, cupping her aching tits. Her nipples tingle at the brush of her fingers. A jerky tension surges through her muscles, building slowly, growing tighter.
She escalates slowly. Meandering the familiar territory of her body. Her hand grazes the taut plane of her belly. Wanders through the trimmed triangle of down that graces her mound.
