Timothy Brazelton was nineteen years old. The fact that he was still a virgin was no comfort. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t tried. The mirror told him he was one good looking guy. At nearly six feet with wavy blond hair and broad muscular shoulders he attracted girls and turned heads wherever he went. He’d been dating for over two years and had some close calls, or near hits as he preferred to call them. He just wasn’t a closer. A couple of hand jobs were all he managed to get and those seemed to come out of pity. Tonight would be different. It was Halloween. Costumes, booze and plenty of new girls to choose from made it a great night to get lucky. His pirate outfit was perfect.
Grabbing a bottle of cheap whiskey from his dresser he took a long swig. The golden liquid felt good going down. One more for confidence. Again he placed the bottle to his lips and took a long gulp.
Crandall’s house was all lit up. Revelers on the lawn spilled down the long winding driveway. Music blared from outdoor speakers. Crandall had done his usual fantastic job decorating. Inside and out ghoulish paraphernalia set a macabre mood. Fake gravestones with bony hands protruding from the ground and realistic ghosts swinging from bare tree limbs gave the lawn an eerie look. Carefully carved pumpkins with hideous faces and bright burning candles were scattered all about. A full moon spread faint light across everything as outdoor speakers sounded bone chilling screams and moans.
Timothy took one last belt from his bottle now concealed in his pants pocket. He walked inside. Strobe lights danced giving the place a herky jerky stop action look. People were dancing to wild rhythmic rock. The combination of drink and anticipation made him woozy. The whiskey was most definitely having its effect. Maybe he didn’t need that last drink? He felt warm. Some cool autumn air would clear things. At the rear of the house a swimming pool with its winter cover shimmered in the moonlight.
Sitting at the far end of the pool he saw Marcia Colton. Her head was down and from the heaving of her body he could tell she was sobbing. Marcia was definitely one of the untouchables as far as Tim was concerned. Definitely not in is league. Why she would be out by the pool by herself made no sense. In high school she had been Miss Popularity. She traveled with the elite crowd. Captain of the cheerleaders and prom queen, she was definitely a delicious babe. But here she was in all her glory sitting alone and crying. Not really knowing or caring much about what he would say Tim walked over. He sat down on a pool lounge next to her. Glinting moonlight fell on her soft creamy face. He sat for nearly five minutes without so much as a word from either of them.
Don’t say or do anything stupid, he thought. Marcia looked over at him. Her face tear stained. She shivered slightly in the nippy crisp air. Her hair was askew across her face and her clothes rumpled. A silk blouse, with two top buttons missing revealed a wispy lace bra. A short brown leather miniskirt rode high on her thighs revealing the tiniest V of her panties.
“I know you.”, she finally said. “You’re Tim something, aren't you?”
He was both flattered and amazed she knew who he was. “Are you Ok?” he asked in his most sincere tone.
Marcia stood up and walked over to his lounge chair. She sat down next to him. To Tim’s utter surprise she placed her head against his shoulder. Long brown hair fell across his chest. Her crying subsided.
“I’ve been having a horrid night.”, she confided. “I was suppose to have a date with Jack Rollins for the party but he acted like a jerk driving over here. He was drinking, groping, and being an all around pig.” she added.
Without any warning she looked up at him and gently pressed her lips against his cheek. This was totally unexpected. Tim felt a short electric burst run from his face to his legs. Her arm went up to his neck as her face moved to his lips. She brushed quickly across his equally eager lips. Confusion! What was she up to, he wondered. I’ll just go with this he decided. She’s had bad time he rationalized, and any warm body will do. His arms went to her shoulders and he pulled her closer. Soft red lips pressed tighter against his. Her mouth parted as her tongue flitted sensually. Tim responded, darting his own tongue against the tip of hers. The spark turned to a throb. He felt himself hardening.
