National Cat Day

"How about Sleepaway Camp?"

Carrie's suggestion drew John's eyes from the television screen to where she was curled up under a blanket on the other end of the couch. The suggestion, coming as it had, while the credits of the night's previous schlocky horror movie continued to roll came as something of a surprise to him; he certainly knew the movie, and it was at least arguably fitting for this late October movie night. He was just surprised she even knew of it, let alone would suggest the thing.

"What's Sleepaway Camp?" Chloe asked sleepily, raising her head from John's shoulder and turning it slightly toward Carrie beside her. The movie night had been Chloe's suggestion for a date, as had been inviting Carrie along.

That

particular suggestion had induced more chagrin in John than surprise. As much as he felt he should do something more for Chloe, he was happy enough just to snuggle with her on the couch, even if Carrie's presence meant that that snuggling would remain somewhat G-rated.

Carrie, to her credit, had done the requisite amount of hemming and hawing about interrupting their date and being a third wheel before "reluctantly" tagging along. Once refreshments, which had of course included two bottles of wine ("we probably won't need a second one, but just in case"), had been obtained, the three of them had wasted little time in holing up on John's couch, and were now one movie deep into the Friday night. John wondered how many Carrie supposed they would get through; Chloe, John had learned from experience, was unlikely to stay awake to the end of a second one.

"Just an old horror movie," Carrie responded. She turned her head and flashed the younger girl a smile. "I think it's one of John's favorites."

John attempted for a few moments to puzzle out Carrie and found that he had no more luck with the endeavor this time than he had ever had in the past. "Just an old,

problematic

horror movie," John added, shooting his ex a quizzical look which she pointedly ignored.

"Oh," Chloe said. She had now fully risen up off of John, letting the blanket they were sharing fall down to her lap as she stretched her arms out. "Well if you like it, I'm down. How's it 'problematic'?"

John drew in a breath, considered how to answer for a second, and then said, "I can't really...it would kind of spoil the movie to explain."

Chloe looked at him quizzically for a second, then shrugged. "Whatever, I'm down, either way. It's not like, gross, right?"

"Define 'gross'," John answered, "keeping in mind that it's a slasher movie."

She looked like she was about to speak, but Carrie cut in instead. "She means, like, not like The Fly or The Blob or like, what's that thing you like with the dog?"

John turned his attention to Carrie. She had joined Chloe in stretching, but when she had evidently limbered up enough, she reached down and pulled her hoodie off over her head, revealing a sleeveless top which did little to hide her ample cleavage.

"Dog?" John asked, trying with little success not to get distracted by the view.

"Yeah," Carrie replied. "You know, the thing, with the dog? And it's an alien or whatever and it's like super gross? Remember? You must have made me watch that like a dozen times. You know, the thing? With the dog?"

John understood. Prying his eyes from Carrie's tits and back up to her face, he replied, "Ah, yeah, The Thing. Great movie."

Carrie scowled at him. Chloe looked back and forth between the two a few times, her expression somewhere between confused and amused.

"Yeah, the thing. With the dog. What's it called, asshole?" Carrie responded. She shook her head in frustration. "Never mind. It's gross. That's what she means by gross. Right, sweetie?"

Chloe smiled at Carrie, which had the seemingly magical effect of producing the same response. "I don't know. I still don't know what you're talking about. But if a dog dies in it, I definitely

don't

want to see it. I love doggos."

"As do we all," said John. He instinctively pulled Chloe back towards himself, enjoying her warmth as she stretched her arms around him once more.

Carrie's scowl returned momentarily before softening once more into a smile. "Whatever," she said. "I'll just find something 'unproblematic' while you go get us a refill." She picked up the two empty wine glasses from the coffee table in front of them.

"Alright," John sighed, reluctantly taking the glasses and freeing himself from Chloe's grip. "Just, can we stick with horror? It's spooky season."

"Fine," Carrie said with faux irritation in her voice. "I'll facilitate your cuddling with something spooky."

Chloe giggled at this and the two began flipping through the options, leaving John to begin the process of heading to the kitchen and opening the second bottle.

I guess Carrie's sleeping over again,

he conceded.

Hopefully she'll stay on the couch this time.

Having opened the bottle, he took the opportunity to check his phone for any messages.

Nothing from Riley,

he sighed.

But of course, why would there be? I don't know why I even still have her in my phone.

He fetched himself another beer from the fridge.

Nothing from Curtis or Ethan or anything, either. Maybe I need to admit I'm turning into one of those boring monogamous guys. Just sitting around waiting for texts is no way to be a bisexual playboy...Although I guess I can't complain if Chloe is the kind of monogamy I'm getting in return.

He poured the glasses, then returned, balancing them awkwardly in one hand while holding his beer with the other, to the living room, where he found the girls chatting in that particularly feminine way of simultaneous talking, the remote having been cast aside with no selection having been made.

"So..." he began, setting the glasses down. "Did we come to any decisions?"

"Yes," said Carrie, adding a faux-serious nod.

"And?" John eyed her warily.

"We've decided," she answered, "that we are going to have a Halloween party."

He looked to Chloe, who seemed to be suppressing a giggle. "I see," he said. "Sounds festive. I guess I'm invited?"

"Yeah, about that," Chloe said. "We were thinking..." she bit her lip. This, he had decided, was almost certainly an intentional gesture on her part, meant to endear her to him for an ask; it was almost annoying how well it worked despite him having recognized that fact. "Could we...maybe...have it here, at your place?"

He let out a sigh that turned into a laugh.

"It's just," she continued, "our place is, like,

so

small. There's barely enough room for anything. But here we could, like, have enough room to dance and just like...please?"

John took one look into her big blue eyes and couldn't help grinning. "It's going to be small, right?"

Chloe sat up straight and took on a serious look. "Of course. Nothing big. Just a few friends. Casual fun, costumes, that kind of thing. Casual. Laid back."

"Not wild?"

"No, no, no, no," Chloe said, emphasizing her point with a dismissive hands up gesture. "Just a little get-together. Casual."

"More bobbing for apples than wild rager?" John asked.

"Definitely the vibe," Chloe responded.

"Bobbing for apples?" Carrie asked in disbelief. "Is that a thing that people actually do?"

"Oh, yeah," Chloe turned to her, her face showing a genuine surprise that John found at once adorable and amusing. "We totally did it as kids. You've never bobbed for apples?"

Carrie just shook her head and laughed. "Uh, no," then, meeting John's eyes for a second before returning her attention to the younger girl, "but we totally can if you want. I was thinking more like we get a little bit tipsy and dance in our sexy costumes."

"Oh, yeah," Chloe responded. "Definitely, like, cute costumes, for sure."

He shot a look at Carrie, who responded with an acknowledging nod. "Alright," he sighed. "As long as it's not going to destroy my house or anything. And when are we doing this?"

"Oh my god, you're the best!" Chloe drew his attention back to herself before Carrie could answer. "It's going to be so much fun. I'm definitely going to owe you." She winked at him, her smile practically overflowing her face.

"And you?" John asked, turning his attention back to Carrie. "You gonna owe me something, too?"

Carrie rolled her eyes. "Halloween's on a Monday this year which straight up sucks ass so I guess we do it Saturday? Devil's night is better but I'm not risking the Monday hangover."

"Sounds like a plan," John said. "And who's coming?"

"Don't worry about it," Carrie answered. "We'll handle the invites and the decorations."

"And everything," Chloe interrupted. Her eyes were practically glowing. "You just handle getting yourself a sexy costume."

Carrie rolled her eyes so hard John thought they might pop out of her head.

...

"So it's really ok if we have a party here?" Chloe was already pulling the covers up over herself as she asked John. As much as he lamented her hiding the skin that had been previously exposed by her sleeveless pajama-top, he sympathized; it was a bit chilly.

He spat out the glob of toothpaste into the sink and watched her in the other room via the mirror. "Yeah, why would it not be?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, "It's just kind of, like, it's your house. You might not want to, I don't know. Just, like, you know you don't have to, right?"

"I know," John said as he approached the bed. "It sounds fun. Bobbing for apples, sexy girls in skimpy costumes..."

"Sexy girl

s

?" she emphasized the plural as he slid into bed next to her.

John chuckled, "Well, there's one in particular."

She smiled as she ran her hand across his belly. "You mean Carrie?"

He scoffed at her, putting his hand on hers.

"You're really going to pretend like you don't think your ex is hot?" she gave him a questioning if playful look.

"I just had someone else in mind is all," he smiled at her.

"I wonder who," she teased. "I guess we'll just have to see who shows up wearing what."

"Should I be expecting some surprise guests?" he asked warily.

She shrugged. "If you expect them, they're not really 'surprise' guests. But anyway I don't know. I haven't really had time to consider the guest list properly yet."

He let his hand drift up her arm. "But it's a short guest list, right? I'm not going to be cleaning up hundreds of red solo cups the next day, right?"

"Right," she answered, her face showing faux-seriousness. "Scout's honor."

"Were you ever a scout?" he narrowed his eyes at her.

"Yeah," she said. "Sold cookies and everything. Scout's honor."

"I should have guessed," he chuckled.

"I think I still have the uniform somewhere in my parents house," she said.

"Oh, you're definitely going to have to model that for me," he said with a grin.

She giggled. "You're such a perv."

"Me?" John asked sarcastically. "No..."

"It's ok," she said, "I kind of like pervy guys." She punctuated her sentence by sliding her body on top of his and kissing him gently on the mouth. Her mouth gradually opened as the kiss lingered, inviting his tongue inside. As her weight pressed down on his crotch, he felt his cock hardening in the loose-fitting shorts he had put on to sleep. Her lips closed up over his tongue as if she was giving it a little blow job as she pulled away from the kiss, her eyes gazing into his, leaving him to withdraw his tongue into his mouth, finding himself slightly surprised at this move. Before he had a chance to express this surprise with anything other than what he could only assume was a dumb look on his face, Chloe peeled off her top, tossing it to the side and exposing her pert little tits, cute little pink nipples already standing at attention.

"Should I turn off the lights?" John asked stumblingly.

"Do you want to?" she asked. She punctuated her question by biting her lower lip, her big blue eyes looking unflinchingly into his.

"N...No, I just thought..." he answered, the words tumbling out of his mouth.

She silenced him by leaning forward and pressing her right breast into his mouth.

Hmm...

Her nipple was hard against his tongue, and he explored its texture slowly, swirling his tongue around it while he pressed his lips gently closed, then, after one final tease, removed his mouth from her. She anticipated his next move, shifting her weight to the side and pressing her left breast to his waiting lips, which parted for her, letting her other nipple next enjoy a gentle tongue lashing.

This time, she pulled away herself, once again shifting her weight and bringing her right nipple to his lips again. She ran her fingers idly through his hair as he sucked her tit, waiting until she had evidently decided it was time to switch again. Back and forth, she guided his mouth to each breast while she ground her crotch slowly against his.

Chloe ran her hands slowly down John's neck, over his shoulders and down his sides, watching her fingers intently as they lightly grazed the bare skin of his torso and only stopping when she had reached the waist band of his shorts. "Take these off," she said softly.

He let his mouth fall away from her chest as he scrambled to push the shorts down, freeing his cock, which slapped against him with a heavy

thwap

as he freed it from its cloth prison. As soon as he had managed to slide the shorts down to just above his knees, she took over, sliding down his body until she was fully ensconced in the sheets. A second later he felt the fingers of her left hand wrap around the shaft of his cock, followed by her tongue gently sliding along the bottom of his cock head. As her lips engulfed his engorged cock head, the shorts slipped down further, presumably with Chloe's assistance, until they were near enough to his ankles that he could finish the job himself.

She sucked slowly, her hand moving only barely perceptibly up and down his shaft while her tongue explored his shaft. "Mmm...mmm..." she purred lustily as she worked, hidden by the sheets, sending vibrations of pleasure through him. The urge to return the favor to her was strong, but he settled for stroking her soft hair under the covers as he let his mind drift. His eyes drifted around the room, looking at nothing in particular as Chloe's sucking continued, gradually taking more and more of him into her mouth, until they settled on the bedroom door; it was slightly ajar.

Odd,

he thought,

I thought I closed that in case something like this were to happen.

In any case, the hallway outside was dark, lit only by what light from the television downstairs reflected on the wall, a sort of shifting, dim kaleidoscope which made the perfect visual accompaniment to Chloe's wet, gentle ministrations.

And so John noticed quite immediately when the shifting patterns of light outside shifted even more, no longer reflecting the sheer vertical of the wall, but rather an unmistakably human form in the hallway: Carrie. Unthinkingly, he flinched at her sudden appearance.

Chloe must have felt him tense with the hand that rested on his thigh, as she stopped her motions and took her mouth off him. Beyond the door, John saw Carrie raise a finger to her lips in the universal sign to remain silent before slipping off to one side, now completely obscured by the door.

"Did I get you with my teeth or something?" Chloe asked as she popped her face up, the covers sitting atop her head in what John could only see as a kind of nun's wimple.

"Oh, uh, no," he replied, forcing himself not to look out the doorway. "You're doing great."

"Oh," Chloe responded, her mildly concerned look melting away into a smile, "Good." Then, after a pause, she added, "Can you, like, let a girl know?"

He responded with a quizzical look.

"I mean," she continued, "if it feels good, can you, like, you know, give me a little verbal feedback?"

John smiled. "Sure. Do you want me to maybe..."

She cut him off with a shake of her head. "No, I want to...just let a girl know, ok?" She smiled again before sliding back under the covers, once more disappearing before he felt her warm, wet mouth take him in again.

He couldn't help smiling for a second as her tongue began to slither along the underside of his shaft, but he quickly remembered Carrie and glanced back up to the door to find it even more ajar than it had been a few seconds prior; she stood largely unobstructed in the door frame, perhaps only a third of her body hidden from sight. The light from within the room was more than adequate for seeing her. She wore only the thin little spaghetti-strapped top she had revealed earlier, a pair of white panties, leaving her shapely legs and feet bare, and a devious smile. He watched her watch silently the subtle movements of the covers as Chloe transitioned from licking to sucking, the hand that had been grasping his shaft now sliding away to his thigh, no longer obstructing her in her fruitless attempts to fit his entire cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck..." John whispered as Chloe's tongue stretched towards his balls. His cock head must, he thought, have been lodged solidly in her throat for her to manage that. "Fuck, that's good."

When she next slid his cock out of her mouth, she responded with a cute little giggle before once more sliding her lips down his shaft.

Fuck, she's getting really good at that,

he thought as he felt her spit trickle down onto his balls.

Carrie rested one hand against the door frame as she brought the other to her chest. Extending two fingers, she proceeded to circle one nipple a few times before moving on to the other, having left the first hard enough to be visible through the thin cloth of her top even in the low light. She returned to the first nipple and toyed with it some more, pinching it between her fingers as she watched in silence.

Under the covers, Chloe removed her mouth from John's cock momentarily before returning her hand to the shaft. She held it as she started kissing gently, first his head, then down, down his shaft until he reached his balls. He could picture in his mind her tongue flicking in and out between her lips tentatively as he felt it start to tease his balls. "Oh fuck..." he moaned.

"Mmm..." Chloe responded approvingly, then lengthened her tongue motions into full-on licks.

"Oh, yes, baby, lick those balls," John moaned.

Carrie's eyebrows jumped up as she flashed him a quick smile, then her hand moved down her front side, stopping on her panties. Her finger movements were subtle and hard to see at this distance, but John was certain she had started rubbing her pussy through the panties as she watched.

This is a dangerous game you're playing,

he thought, though he was sure it applied to himself as much as it did Carrie.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sudden sensation of something, which he took to be Chloe's finger on his asshole. She stopped licking and from under the sheets she asked timidly "Can I?"

His eyes were focused on Carrie, who, having evidently heard the question but lacking context, shot him an intrigued look, cocking her head to the side before resuming the motion of her fingers.

"Yeah, baby, please," John responded. He wondered if Carrie would be able to figure out what Chloe was about to do.

He himself found it surprising when Chloe's reaction was, rather than to insert her finger as he had expected, remove it entirely before a second later replacing it with something else, something warm and far wetter. The sensation of her tongue on his asshole sent a shiver up his spine, a shiver that Carrie evidently noticed, licking her lips for a moment before they returned to their smiling position.

Chloe's hands on the backs of his thighs told him he should pull his legs up towards himself to give her better access. As he did so, her tongue moved from tentatively tracing his hole to cautiously penetrating it. Her left hand took hold of his shaft and stroked him while she licked his asshole.