I was waiting up for my son and his friend, Thomas, to return from the big Halloween Party. They were all close friends and with college next year this would be their last High School Halloween Ball. My son, Andy, has had a steady girlfriend and I expected him to be out late at the after-party. He is a good kid and we were pretty liberal with him. His buddy, Thomas, is a little erratic, but fun and we let our rules extend to him with his folks OK.
The door opened and I expected to see both of them, but only Thomas walked in. He held his costume head, that hockey mask thing from that slasher movie - Jason as I recall. He looked bummed and I asked where Andy was and he said that he was still at the party with both girls. Thomas apparently was a little aggressive and Anne Larson had not been willing to go along. She called him a little-dicked pervert in front of all of their friends and suggested that he go home and jerk off. He apologized for his language and said that he was going to sack out.
I asked him if Anne had really liked him and did he want to try and work it out with her. He said that he did and would do anything. I suggested that he write her a note - a sincere one. He should tell her how he felt and that he really respected her, but just got carried away by her looks sometimes. I told him to be modestly graphic, not lewd. After being married twenty years, I told him that women still like compliments and still want to know that they can get you excited. He took the legal pad and went in the den to watch television.
Walking in about thirty minutes later, I noticed he had gone to bed, but had left the pad on the table.
I should not have read it, but did anyway. It contained the usual adolescent drivel, but also had some pretty hard stuff as well. "Anne, sometimes when I see you in that Cheerleader uniform, my dick gets so fucking hard. That time at the beachouse when I first saw you naked made me want to fuck you right there. Your tits are perfect and your ass is so tight and I would love to make you come with my tongue. But mostly, I love you"... Pretty weak overall english-wise, but she would either fuck him or tell him to get fucked.
I was turning the light off when I saw his costume on the sofa and had a Grinch-like moment. Before I lost my nerve, I put it on grabbed the note and headed out of the door with some beer. I drank two on the walk to our good friend's, Lynne and Ben Larson, who were hosting their daughter Anne's party - but had agreed to stay hidden. It was cold and the beer calmed me down and I stopped in their yard to piss. A voice interrupted me, it was Lynne Larson. She was such a cunt in high school. She said, "Who is that and stop it!" I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but lied and said, " Aaron Andrews, Mrs. Larson sorry -- just couldn't wait. Sorry. " I ran to the door and inside.
I had gone out with her in high school a couple of times. I had wanted to fuck her, but all she would do was dry hump you. She would act all hot and loose around school, but that was it. At our reunion, one of the girls told me that Lynne said that she didn't fuck me, because my dick was too small to satisfy her. No wonder I used to get laughed at by the cheerleaders. Then I saw Anne, she was her mom but better. Anne was 18 years old taller and more athletic with perfect tits like Thomas said and God her ass was tight and heart shaped that little gap between her uppermost thighs. She had a small silver ring in her navel and a slight rip in exposed abdomen. This is why Thomas went crazy. No shit.
"Back for more abuse?" one of the other girls said. I just nodded in my costume and grunted, "uh, huh. " Anne did not look happy to see me and I just handed her the note and turned around. Just at the door she said, "You love me?" I was paralyzed. "You love me?" she said it again. I turned around and nodded yes. She grabbed my hand and I started to speak and she just told me that I had said enough and to keep quiet. We went back to her room.
Anne had just closed the door when she said, "I want you to fuck me, Jason. " At first I was confused, then I remembered the costume. In my regular voice, but with a little creepiness thrown in I said, "Bend over and take your pants off, bitch. " She replied, "That is a great voice, keep it going. " She pulled down her underwear and displayed her little tight ass underneath a short green plaid schoolgirl skirt. "Please don't kill me Jason, I'll do anything. " I could not believe it. I took her underwear and tied then around her eyes like a blindfold and told her not to take them off.
Now I could lift off the mask, but kept it in my hand just in case. I felt between her legs. I felt like I was touching my past. She was on fire and so small and wet. No kids had come out and no dicks had been in. She cried, "Jason!" She was leaning across her single bed facing the door so I sat down back against the bedside looking right up at her pussy. I put my hands around her butt and pulled her in. My tongue is long by any standards and I could lick her from just in front of her asshole all the way to her clit without moving my head. She started going crazy. Anne was bouncing her cunt against my face so hard it hurt. It was all I could do to keep my tongue in her. I stuck my almost five inch tongue up in her suddenly and she acted like she was having a seizure.
