Trick or Temptation

Author's Note: This story was written for the 2026 Literotica Halloween Contest, so votes are always appreciated! It's a highly detailed slow burn, so if you prefer a quick read that jumps straight to the juicy bits, this one may not be for you. I love the chase and the build up, and that's usually reflected in my stories. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy it.

Happy reading, and Happy Halloween!

Chapter 1

These wings are starting to piss me off, I think to myself.

They're pretty, I'll give Lisa that. Translucent, streaked with purple and gold and laced with covered wire to keep their shape while looking like tiny veins that catch the light. But the problem is, they also make me about three feet wider than I actually am. Meaning I've already had to apologize to four people after hitting them with one.

I feel another tug against the strap of my costume where it's attached when someone squeezes behind me. I twist around to make sure I haven't knocked over somebody's drink. "Sorry," I call after him, but the guy either doesn't hear me or doesn't care and disappears into the crowd without acknowledging me.

"These fucking things are coming off," I tell Lisa as I reach behind myself and try to adjust one of the straps.

She laughs from where she's sitting on the arm of a couch. She's the one who talked me into the fairy costume in the first place, so naturally she's dressed as a witch. While I struggle with these wings and the feeling that my entire body is on display, she gets to wear a simple black dress, black boots, and a pointy hat.

Bitch.

"No, you're not."

"I'm serious," I tell her through gritted teeth and my eyebrows raised. "If I hit anybody else with these things, I'm ripping them off."

She tries to give me a consoling look, but can't hide the smile creeping through it. She takes a drink and then gives the wings an appreciative look. "They're cute."

"They're huge," I complain. "I feel like Maleficent instead of some sort of normal fairy. I've assaulted half the party with them."

"They're not huge, you're just tiny. It's part of what makes them so cute on you."

I give her a pleading look since she's the one that attached the wings to the straps of the outfit.

"Just... have some spatial awareness," she tells me, chuckling at my silent begging.

"I have spatial awareness. But I don't normally have shit sticking a foot and a half out of my back on either side."

Lisa laughs again before the woman sitting beside her says something and pulls her attention back to their conversation and away from me.

I roll my eyes and take another sip of my drink, resigning myself to the notion that I'm going to continue battering other partygoers.

At least the rest of the costume looks far better on me than I expected. When I first put it on, I stood in front of my bedroom mirror for probably five minutes trying to decide whether thirty-five was too old for a dress that was really nothing more than a dark green, pink, and purple corset covered in shiny beads, and small sparkly panels that make up the alleged skirt. They're barely long enough to even touch the tops of my thighs. It has thin straps that go over my shoulders, as well as loose straps that go around my arm, attaching again in the back. The whole thing is adorned with little pink flowers.

After being somebody's mother since I was seventeen years old, I wonder if I should even be wearing something like this at thirty-five. I'm well aware that there's the possibility I could run into some of her old classmates' parents. But then again, it's not like she's in school anymore. She doesn't have to see those people every day like she used to.

The wig also helps. My hair is normally a sandy blonde and falls past my shoulders, but tonight it's completely hidden beneath deep purple hair streaked with bright pink highlights. It's pinned into some complicated mess on top of my head that took me almost forty minutes to get right while it sat on a foam wig head. I even wove fake flowers through it, and have prosthetics on my ears so the pointy tips poke out between the long tendrils that are swept to the side. Then, I finished it off with a green and gold mask that covers the top of my face and matches the outfit, but also sets off the purple colored contacts that go with the hair, covering my natural blues.

Between the mask, the glitter makeup, contacts, and the wig, I barely even recognized myself in the mirror. I decided the costume does a good enough job of not making it obvious who I am that I'm allowed one night where I don't worry about how I look. And after a couple of drinks, I'm starting to appreciate that fact. I've even stopped worrying quite so much about how much of me is on display.

Turning toward the kitchen for a refresh, someone across the room catches my attention. I stop abruptly enough that someone bumps into one of my wings from behind.

"Shit. Sorry."

"No, you're fine," I say automatically, not even glancing back at the gentleman.

I'm too distracted by Josh, who is standing near the hallway. Of all the fucking Halloween parties.

He's talking to a couple other guys his age that I don't recognize, and holding a red plastic cup while one of them says something that makes him laugh. I haven't seen him in some time, not long before he and Emily broke up. Five months? Six? Whatever it is, it's been long enough that seeing him again throws me a little off balance.

He looks good. Really good. Not that that's new.

Josh has always been a good-looking young man, which was part of the fucking problem when he was dating my daughter. He's also very aware of how good he looks, making him a bit on the cocky side. He's a year older than Emily and one of the first things I noticed about him when she first started bringing him around was how tall he is. Now he's nineteen, six-two to my four-eleven, and has filled out even more since the last time I saw him.

Tonight he's wearing what I guess is some sort of costume that looks like he put just enough effort into it to claim he dressed up. Really, it's nothing more than black pants tucked into boots, a dark tight tank that has to stretch across his chest, leather straps crossing his torso, and something wrapped around one of his forearms. There's even what appears to be a fake knife hanging from his belt.

I have no idea what he's supposed to be, but I'm pretty sure the lack of sleeves and how much his physique is on display weren't an accident. It's not until I dribble a little of my drink down my chin so it trickles down my cleavage that I realize I'm staring.

Jesus, what am I doing? I think, while wiping between my breasts.

I turn away and look for Lisa, but she's still wrapped up in her conversation. Although, it's probably for the best. If she were the one to catch me staring across the room at a nineteen-year-old, I'd never hear the end of it, but my daughter's ex-boyfriend... she'll be insufferable.

Not that anything's going to happen. Josh and I have never even had any kind of meaningful conversation outside of when Emily was around. He came to my house because he was dating her, and I talked to him because he was there. That's it. For the most part...

I know that Josh always liked talking to me. Well, flirting with me is probably more accurate.

The first time he did, I didn't even think anything of it and laughed it off. It was nothing more than a compliment here, or some stupid comment there. The first few times, I assumed he was simply trying to charm his girlfriend's mother into liking him. Then it became increasingly obvious that he wasn't joking nearly as much as I had thought he was.

I'm not totally positive, but I think Emily noticed too. She was so infatuated with him, it was hard to tell what she was aware of. So when he'd compliment me, it was almost like she got jealous, and would slip in a comment like, "I guess for someone her age."

I never reciprocated, although I'd be lying if I said his attention bothered me. That was the part I obviously couldn't tell anyone. I was not about to end up on some daytime talk show, seeing if my daughter's boyfriend was the father of my baby.

Because her boyfriend was fucking gorgeous. Anybody could see that. I'd been sixteen when I got pregnant with Emily and spent my entire adult life almost always being the youngest mom everywhere I went. Being kids, of course things didn't work out between me and her dad, and he'd moved away pretty much as soon as he graduated high school.

Thankfully, Josh isn't the only one that got good genes. Although I never married, choosing to raise Emily by myself, rather than settling for someone to just help me raise my kid, I was constantly told I didn't look old enough to have a daughter her age. I guess in a way they were right, though.

By the time she reached high school, people occasionally assumed I was her older sister before figuring out I was actually her mother. Josh had been surprised too, except it was clear that his surprise had eventually turned into a habit of looking at me when he thought neither Emily nor I would notice.

But I did. Of course I'd noticed. I just wasn't stupid enough to do anything about it. He was barely older than my daughter, and more importantly, he was sleeping with her.

The unfortunate thing for me was, I knew considerably more about that than I ever wanted to.

Emily and her friends seemed to believe that just because a door was closed, it made them impossible to hear. I'd overheard enough conversations about Josh that looking him in the eye afterward occasionally required a couple of calming breaths and looking away before he could see the color rush into my cheeks. There are some things a mother simply doesn't need to know about the boy her daughter is dating.

Chapter 2

I take another drink, trying to wash away the memories before I let my thoughts wander any further down that particular road.

The next time I glance across the room, he's gone. I look toward the hallway, then scan the rest of the living room before realizing I'm actually searching for him.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I sigh.

"What's wrong?"

Hearing Lisa's voice come out of nowhere makes me jump. I turn and find her standing there with a fresh drink, watching me curiously.

"Hmm? Erm, nothing. Why?"

"You just said 'for fuck's sake.'"

"I don't think so," I insist.

"You definitely did." She studies my face for another second before looking around the room. "Were you looking for somebody?"

"Looking for somebody?" I repeat, trying to think of a valid response. "No. I was just... looking around."

Her eyes narrow. "Uh-huh."

I can see the beginnings of her annoyingly smug smile forming and roll my eyes. Mercifully, before she can start digging any deeper, her attention moves past me toward the other side of the room.

"Hey, was that Aiden's friend Josh from school I saw over by the front door earlier?"

My stomach gives another uncomfortable little twist at hearing her say his name.

"Hmm?" I glance in the direction she's looking, making a show of searching the room. "Emily's Josh? Why would he be here?"

Lisa turns her eyes back to me with a shrug, but I keep looking around like I'm genuinely trying to spot him.

"Huh," she finally says, "whatever," and takes a drink.

Seemingly satisfied, her eyes suddenly drop from my face, coming to a stop at my chest. Her expression immediately twists into something between disgust and annoyance.

"What?"

"Have I told you that I fucking hate you?" It's the first time I've noticed that her words are a little slurred.

I laugh and look down at myself, then back at her. "What is it this time?"

"Your boobs." She looks at my breasts enviously, gesturing toward them with her drink. "They look fucking amazing in that."

My hand instinctively comes up to cover the copious cleavage, and I glance down again. "I'm not showing anything, am I?"

"No, bitch. If those were mine, I'd be showing even more. I'm totally jealous." Lisa looks down at her own chest, then back at mine and shakes her head. "Is it the outfit that's making them sit that high? Or did you sell your soul to Satan? I don't think they're supposed to look like that after you've had a kid."

I laugh, but I can feel myself getting a little self-conscious now that she's called attention to them. I tug lightly at the top of the dress, trying to make sure I'm as covered as I can be. "Maybe it's because I was so young with her, because I swear, once they blew up, they just never went back down. I don't know. But yours are nice."

"Mine are nice. Those are top-tier-porn quality."

And with that, Lisa reaches over with both hands and presses my breasts together, pushing them even higher, making the upper swells of my breasts bulge over the top of the costume even more, and creating a deep cleavage down the center.

"Oh my God!" I burst out laughing and smack at her hands. "Lise! Get the fuck off my tits!"

She pulls her hands away, laughing just as hard. "Ugh! I'd have those things out all the time if I were you."

"Yeah, well, you're welcome to go show off your own."

I'm still laughing as I have to readjust the front of my dress again. I haven't dressed like this in a long time. It's not because I'm particularly modest naturally, and anyone who knew me before I had Emily would probably laugh at the idea of me being a prude. I had more than enough of a wild streak when I was younger. Emily's the living proof of that.

Pregnant at sixteen and having her at seventeen changed things, though. Somewhere between finding out I was pregnant and realizing I was going to be responsible for another person while I was still technically a kid myself, I made a promise that Emily would always come first. I'd like to think I've done a pretty good job staying true to that promise to her ever since she was born. Even when that means putting off my own needs at times.

After a while, it became easier not to invite certain kinds of attention in the first place. I still date occasionally, or even just go out with girlfriends. I certainly hadn't taken some vow of celibacy. I just decided that keeping things simple was easier on me, until she moves out on her own.

Tonight, apparently, Lisa has decided simple can go fuck itself, dressing me up in this attention-seeking costume. I look down one more time at the amount of cleavage spilling out of the fairy costume and shake my head. "I still can't believe you talked me into wearing this."

"Oh please," she huffs. "You look incredibly hot."

Making one last adjustment after her fondling, I ask, "Do they look okay? Nothing showing that shouldn't?"

Lisa grins. "The party would be even better if they were." Then she takes another drink.

I laugh. "Lise! I'm serious."

Then some guy calls her name from behind us. We both turn, and I'm pretty sure it's a guy she's had an on-again off-again affair with a few times before. She immediately goes over, giving him a hug. I take the opportunity to escape toward the kitchen since I still hadn't made it there, and at this point, my cup is completely dry.

Chapter 3

The kitchen is nearly as crowded as the living room, with roughly a dozen people gathered around the island. I squeeze between "Bob Ross," complete with a palette and a brush, and Medusa, reaching toward the bottles lined up on the counter.

"Excuse me," I hear as I try to decide what I want to drink. "Can I get in there for a second?"

I move automatically at the voice behind me. "Yeah, sorry. I was just..."

I turn around and stop, finding Josh standing right behind me.

Even in my heels, I'm immediately struck by how ridiculous the height difference between us is. Granted, the boots I saw him wearing have a lift in the heel, but even with my own five-inch heels on, I'm staring somewhere around the top of his chest before I lift my eyes toward his face. For a second I'm waiting for him to make one of his comments he used to around the house when he was over.

Instead, he smiles, flashing his perfect teeth. It's not the familiar grin he used to give me when he'd come into the room and find me, while Emily was somewhere in the house. But the way his eyes move over my mask and then briefly down my body before coming back up is no less scandalous.

He's checking me out, and it dawns on me that he doesn't appear to recognize me. The realization makes my stomach suddenly do a backflip, causing me to swallow and try to compose myself.

"Sorry," he says again, gesturing toward the counter behind me. "I was just trying to get to the Coke."

I clear my throat. "Oh. Right." Realizing I seem to have adopted a Midwest accent out of nowhere, I step sideways to give him room and immediately bump one of my wings against the refrigerator. "These damn..."

He lets out a quiet laugh.

I look up at him and narrow my eyes. "Have something to say?"

"Sorry." He's still smiling but raises a hand. "I wasn't laughing at you. Those just... Well, they look like they'd be a pain in the ass."

"You have no idea. If Medusa over there isn't careful, I'm gonna accidentally take her eyes out so she can't turn anyone into stone."

He chuckles again, glancing over at her, then back to me. "For what it's worth, they're worth the trouble."

I glance back at one of the wings. "You think so?"

"Yeah." His eyes move to the wing over my right shoulder, then follow the strap of my top down to where it attaches to the front. The way he looks at me now makes his previous look feel like he'd been trying to be subtle. "Definitely," he adds, not even looking up at my face.

"Oh."

Apparently that's all I can manage.

I turn toward the counter and grab the first bottle I see while he grabs the Coke. When I glance over again, he's filling his cup with it.

"Coke, huh?"

Josh shrugs, slowing his pour as it gets closer to the top. "Yeah. I'm stuck driving tonight. It's one of my friends' parents' parties. They asked a few of us if we'd be willing to just hang out and drive people home if they were too drunk. I guess I'm like the Wish version of Uber tonight, but... fuck it." He glances over at me, smiling. "I get a hundred bucks doing it, even if nobody needed me to take them home."

I nod, glancing at the muscles in his forearm holding up the bottle. "Des- uh... Designated driver at a Halloween party sounds miserable."

"It's not that bad. So far I've only had to take one couple home, and it was like two minutes away."

A giggle slips out, even though he didn't say anything funny. "Hey, money's money, right?" I say, feeling like a ditsy schoolgirl.

Josh puts the cap back on the bottle and sets it down, but instead of heading back over to who I assume are his friends, he turns a little more my direction. I gently swirl the drink I just made, which is really nothing more than jungle juice at this point. I'm about to say his name and put an end to everything, when he speaks up first.

"Besides, there's some pretty nice costumes here tonight that deserve to be admired."

I'm about to take a sip of my drink when I cough into it at just how brazen he can be. Before I can respond, he speaks again.

"Have we met before?"

My head spins while my stomach does its own uncomfortable little twist.

"What?" I question, knowing full well what he asked me.

"I asked if we've met before." He looks at me more closely now, and I suddenly become very aware of how little the mask actually covers, as if the little bit of my cheekbones and eyebrows are going to keep him from recognizing me. "You seem familiar."

I let out a nervous laugh and reach up to touch the edge of the mask. "Well, where do you think you'd know me from?" I question, giving him a nonanswer.

He pauses and shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at me. "I don't know. Nowhere, I guess."

The voice in my head tells me I should tell him the truth, and stop playing this little game. All I should have to do is drop the accent, say his name, and respond like I would at home when he'd flirt with me. It's that easy. Or even just pull the mask away from my face, and watch his expression change when he realizes he's been openly getting to check out more of Emily's mother's body than he ever could've dreamed to before.

I can already imagine the look on his face. Knowing it's the right thing to do, on top of the idea of seeing if he reacts the way I think he will, I decide to do it. I lift my hand toward the mask again.

"Do you know a lot of five-foot fairies with Midwestern accents?" I ask, brushing one of the tendrils of hair back behind the edge of the mask.

Well, shit. That's not what I intended to say.

Josh laughs. "No, but if they look like you, I wouldn't mind getting to know some." His eyes briefly dart to my drink. "So, are you here with somebody?"

I bite my bottom lip, trying to will away the smile that's creeping in. His eyes immediately go to my mouth, and my smile wins out, knowing he has no clue who he's flirting with. I grab a stir straw from the counter, shrug as I stir my drink, and then take my first sip of it, placing my lips around the straw and sucking.

Fuck, that's strong! I wince immediately and he laughs as I recover.

Chapter 4

"No. Just some friends," I tell Josh a moment later.

Josh answers with a nod and takes another drink of his Coke. His confidence shows through his smile as he holds my eyes with his. It would seem as though that was the answer he wanted. I look down and stir my drink again in an attempt to break the eye contact. I can feel that uncomfortable smile coming on when someone stares into your eyes too long.

The fact that Josh is interested in me isn't exactly groundbreaking information. I couldn't even begin to count the number of ways he tried to make his attraction to me known whenever he thought he could get away with it. But this is different.

This time I know who he is, while he's oblivious to the fact that I'm Emily's mom. As far as Josh is concerned, I'm just some woman he asked to make room so he could get a drink. I can't deny it makes me feel good. Even flattered that someone his age would still look at me that way.

"So, um, how about you?" I finally ask, looking back up at him. "Any hot girlfriend going to come hang out with you at the party? Or are you stuck being the eye candy and disappointing the ladies whenever you have to leave to drive drunk people home?"

The choice of words, or... rather, the lack of a choice as they just slip out on their own, leaves me a touch embarrassed for what I said. I've never directly referred to a guy as eye candy in my life.

When I feel the color rush into my cheeks, I'm grateful that I have so much makeup on that there's no way he can see me blushing profusely.

Apparently two sugary drinks and the start of a strong third is enough to turn me into him when it comes to what I'll say. Taking his time to respond, he looks down at his cup, grinning, and leans against the counter. When he looks back, I instantly recognize the cockiness in his stare.

"No. No girlfriend," he clarifies.

I nod slowly, trying to think of anything to change the subject and dig myself out of the hole I've put myself in. Glancing down at his costume, I give it a proper inspection. Up close, I can see more detail in the leather and notice there's some kind of pouch attached to his belt along with the fake knife.

I still don't have the slightest clue what he's dressed as. However, there's no fooling myself that I'm more interested in the way the muscles ripple in the one exposed forearm, or how tightly the shirt fits, letting anyone see the outline of his chest underneath it. When my eyes travel down past his flat stomach, moving beyond the belt his accessories are attached to, I hear my daughter giggling with her friends as she talked about him.

I blink my eyes a few times, chastising myself, and look back up at his face. "I've got to ask. What exactly are you supposed to be?"

Josh looks down at himself, then spreads his arms to display the outfit. "I don't know. A rogue?"

"A rogue?" I repeat.

"Yeah," he replies, nodding like he's made up his mind.

I wait, assuming there's more of an explanation coming, but he just drops his arms and looks back at me.

I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing, and my brow knits together. "Okay, and do you want to elaborate on that? What does a rogue do?"

He laughs and strikes some sort of little pose. "I don't know. Rogue shit."

"Wow." I laugh back. "Aren't you just committed to the character."

There's a broad smile on his face when he pats the fake weapon. "Hey, I have a knife."

When he looks like he's about to pull it out, I catch his wrist before he can.

"Yeah, maybe don't start waving a knife around a bunch of people you don't know."

Josh pauses and looks down at my hand. My eyes naturally follow his. I hadn't even considered it before touching him. It didn't even register that I did until he looked down. But now that it has my attention, I notice how warm his skin is beneath my fingers, and I can feel the tendons shift slightly when he relaxes his hand away from the knife.

"Sorry," I mutter and let go.

"You're good." His voice is a little softer than it was a second ago, and when I look back up, he's focused directly on me.

I bring my drink to my mouth and grab the stir straw to take another sip, trying to ignore the warmth creeping into my cheeks. The jungle juice doesn't help. I definitely didn't put enough juice in to even remotely mask the alcohol. At least this time I'm prepared for it, unlike before.

I'm also trying to ignore how awkward I suddenly feel around him. I've touched Josh before. He's hugged me when leaving the house a couple of times. I've even playfully shoved him out of my way when he was blocking a cabinet in the kitchen. Once, after Emily talked him into helping us move a dresser in my bedroom, I even let him rub my shoulder for a few seconds. Yet, none of those moments remotely felt like this.

Of course, all of those instances didn't also include me standing in front of him with my tits pushed halfway out of my top. Or me just standing there and letting him look unchecked.

Then it's like he read my mind. "That's a pretty hot outfit."

The directness of his statement brings me back to the reality of how much of my figure he can see.

"Oh, uh, thanks?"

Josh gestures loosely toward me with his cup. "You don't think so?"

I glance down at myself. "No, it is. It's just not something I'd usually wear. It helps if I don't think about it."

His response is to purse his lips and narrow his eyes as he glances up at the flowers in my purple hair. From there, he scans the mask and my glittery makeup, right down to the lipstick, and then along my neck, to the plunging neckline of the top. He pauses at my cleavage, and while almost every fiber of me is telling me to cover myself, I freeze in place. All except my nipples, anyway, which harden under the heavy structure of the bodice. He finally moves on. Down the intricate design of the costume, past my narrow waist, taking in the leaf-shaped panels that make up the skirt. He even goes so far as to lean back slightly, tilting his head as he checks out my legs, and down to the strappy heels I'm wearing.

Eventually his attention returns back to my face. "I don't know why you wouldn't wear stuff like that. You've got the body for it."

I laugh at his brazen comments yet again, then turn and look through the entryway of the kitchen into the living room, seeing if I can see Lisa. I don't see her anywhere, although with as many people as there are in the living room, she could be right there and I'd never know it.

"You can thank my best friend for it," I explain, turning back to him. "She's convinced I've become boring."

Josh gives me a curious look, then glances in the direction I just had. "Tell her she's got great taste in costumes."

"She knows. She's almost as full of herself as you are." I quickly arch an eyebrow at him, giving him a one-sided grin.

He laughs again, but shrugs it off. "So have you?"

"Have I what?"

"Become boring?" he asks. "Like your friend said."

I give him a look, and honestly consider the question. "I don't know," I admit after a moment. "Maybe a little."

I'm surprised by my honesty with myself as much as with him. I run the straw around the inside edge of my cup, watching the ice turn with it.

"We should do something about that," he replies.

A quiet chuckle escapes me. "I had a kid really young." More than a decade of canned response comes out out of habit before catching myself when realizing that might be more information than I should give him.

My eyes flick toward Josh, but there doesn't appear to be any sort of recognition. Of course, I don't know that Emily ever told him how young I was when I had her, either. He simply nods and waits for me to continue.

The little voice that had previously been telling me to be honest and let him know who I was seems to be long gone, though. It's been replaced by another voice that's just telling me I need to be careful.

His eyes flick to the ring finger of my left hand, perhaps double-checking that just because I said I came alone doesn't mean that I've got a husband at home. There's no ring, or even the faint outline of where one would usually be, having never gotten married.

"Just because you had a kid doesn't mean you've gotta quit having some fun," he says like it's some sort of sage wisdom.

"No. But things also just aren't the same," I reply. "One day you'll have a kid and you'll get it. Adulting's not always all that it's cracked up to be. Not every choice do you get to make for yourself."

Josh listens without interrupting, then gives an almost dismissive look when I'm done. "I guess. But you do have a choice. I'm just glad you chose to come to the party tonight." He gives me another unapologetic look from head to toe, and adds, "Wearing that."

I smile at the single-minded nature of him. And frankly, tonight was supposed to be fun, so it's probably a good thing he doesn't engage in the more serious stuff.

"If you ever want to..." Josh pauses, and glances down at my body once more. By the time he starts talking again, his eyes are still on my chest for another second. "... do something not boring together, I'd be happy to find something fun we could do."

I lift an eyebrow, looking at him with an air of disbelief. The suggestion isn't exactly subtle, even if he didn't come right out and say what he wants. I'm just about to reply when I hear a guy call out Josh's name from behind me, in the direction of the living room.

"Yo! Josh!" he calls again and we both look in his direction. "Someone needs a ride, man. You're up."

"Bro..." Josh calls back, making no attempt to hide his annoyance at being interrupted.

The guy glances at me, gives me a quick once-over and grins. "'Sup?" he asks, then looks back to Josh, hooking his thumb toward the door. "C'mon, man. We all agreed."

"Fuck," Josh mutters under his breath, looking back at me. "You going to be here a while?"

I smirk and shrug, thinking this is probably my best opportunity to bring an end to the whole thing since he's leaving anyway. "We'll see."

Chapter 5

I watch Josh disappear into the living room, admiring the view of his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and tight butt before the crowd swallows him up.

"We'll see?" I quietly ask myself. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

I shake my head and down what's left of my drink, only remembering how strong I made it because I was distracted when the alcohol hits my throat and burns all the way down. At least Josh isn't here to see my face screw up this time, and him leaving gives me a chance to get my head on straight. I wasn't even going to come originally, but let Lisa talk me into it. The idea of dressing up for Halloween had a certain appeal once I agreed, and it was going to get me out of the house while Emily was out with her friends. I've accomplished all three.

But flirting with my daughter's nineteen-year-old ex-boyfriend and leading him to believe we didn't know each other definitely wasn't on my bingo card. If that doesn't tell me that now is a good time to call it a night, I don't know what will.

First, I need to pee. Tossing my cup in the trash, I head for the downstairs bathroom where I find a line waiting to use it. It initially annoys me, but after a few minutes I realize standing around doing absolutely nothing isn't exactly bad for me, either. Without Josh in front of me, smiling and staring at my chest every thirty seconds, some common sense finally starts to settle back into my better judgment.

By the time the bathroom door finally opens and a woman dressed as Little Red Riding Hood squeezes past me, I've made up my mind. I'm absolutely finding Lisa and we're going home. Period.

I close and lock the door behind me, and just take a moment to appreciate the sudden muffled quiet. I've spent the last couple hours surrounded by music and people talking over each other, and I could use a moment's peace. There's still a dull thumping coming through the walls, but at least I can hear myself think.

Unfortunately, the thing I keep thinking about is the thing I'm not supposed to.

I turn toward the mirror in the little half-bath and I stare at myself, resting my hands on the pedestal sink. I barely recognize the woman looking back at me. The purple contacts are probably the strangest part now that I'm seeing them under the bright bathroom lights. Combined with the mask, glitter around my eyes, and all that purple and pink hair piled on top of my head, I understand why Josh didn't recognize me.

But it's not just that. It's the way I've been acting that I don't recognize.

Seeing one of the flowers has started to come loose from the wig, I adjust it, then go ahead and reset the mask, fix the tendrils of purple hair, and look over my makeup. My lipstick could use some attention, and I fish it out of a small purse I've been carrying.

Blotting my lips, I glance down in the mirror.

"Jesus, Ashley," I mumble when I see my chest.

Everything of importance is still covered, and I don't know if it's from when Lisa had been pushing them, or just from the natural movement in the low top, but more is on display than I realized. I can understand why Josh has been having a hard time keeping his eyes off them.

I reach up and adjust them again, trying to get everything tucked away a little better, so I don't feel like I'm going to have a "wardrobe malfunction" any second. I feel better, although not nearly as much as I'd like.

For a moment, I just stand there looking at myself. I'm thirty-five years old, with an eighteen-year-old daughter. I know better than all of this. Josh is nineteen. And more importantly, he's Josh. God only knows how Emily would feel if she ever found out how I'd been talking to him here.

Whatever fun there was in him not recognizing me has gone far enough. I got to flirt with an attractive young man, and was reminded that I can still walk into a room dressed like this and have a guy his age interested in me. I'm not an old hag yet. Now I just need to take the ego boost and go home before something harmless turns into anything more.

With a deep breath, I take one last look at my reflection in the mirror.

"Okay. I came in here for a reason."

Considering how much I've had to drink, the last thing I need is to need to use the bathroom on the ride home. Finishing up, I grab some toilet paper, and that's when I become aware of something I'd managed to not notice while I was standing in a crowded kitchen talking to Josh.

I close my eyes. "Oh, come on." Apparently my brain isn't the only part of me that enjoyed the attention.

I sit there for a second as my shoulders sag and I stare at the wall across from me while the realization settles in. All that stupid flirting. The way he'd openly looked me over and I let him against my better judgment. The warmth of his wrist under my fingers when I told him not to pull his toy knife out. Not to mention him suggesting we could find something "not boring" to do together while his eyes were still on my boobs.

I press my lips together and shake my head. All the more reason. I finish up, using what feels like wad after wad of toilet paper to wipe away the slippery mess, then wash my hands. Giving myself one final inspection in the mirror, I unlock the door. Now I just need to find Lisa.

Chapter 6

It takes me a few, but I finally spot the point of Lisa's witch hat through the crowd near the front of the house. Relief lasts for all of about two seconds before I see she's standing with the guy from earlier. And judging by the way he's standing behind her with his arms wrapped around her waist, they haven't spent the last half hour discussing politics. Lisa is talking to another guy, and I recognize him too. It's the one who interrupted Josh and me a short bit ago, before sending him off to take some people home.

Lisa sees me weaving toward them and immediately waves a hand, like she's letting me know where she is, even though I'm looking directly at her.

"There you are! I've been looking for you."

I stop in front of her and give her a look. "I've been looking for you."

I've known Lisa long enough to recognize the look on her face. It's the same one she gets when she's about to tell me a decision she's made that she knows I'm not going to like, and is now trying to decide how much enthusiasm she can get away with showing while she tells me about it.

She reaches out and catches my hand. "Okay, Ashley," she says with her voice going up at the end. "Don't be mad."

"Oh, Jesus Christ," I groan, looking at the guys she's with.

"I haven't even said anything yet," Lisa protests.

I give her my look that she knows means she's in trouble with me. "As if you have to."

Her smile widens despite the look I give her, and I glance at the man over her shoulder again. He has the decency to look mildly uncomfortable now that I'm not exactly happy, although not uncomfortable enough to hide the hand with a wedding ring on it that's resting on her hip.

Lisa glances over her shoulder at him, and then gives me a sheepish smile. "We're going to take off."

I stare at her for a moment, clearly nonplussed. When nothing comes, I stare straight into her eyes, lifting my eyebrows. "And by that, you mean, we're leaving," I state matter-of-factly as I gesture between her and I.

"No." Her face pinches slightly. "We're leaving." She tilts her head toward the guy beside her.

I stare at her for another second, then look between the two of them again, making no attempt to hide my irritation. "So you're just leaving me here."

"Ash-"

"Lise!" I cut her off. "We came together."

"I know." She says it softly, reaching out and squeezing my hand like it's going to make everything okay. "I know, and I'm sorry. I wasn't planning on this."

I look pointedly at the man whose right arm has now curled around her waist again.

"Things happened," she says.

"Clearly."

The guy beside her laughs under his breath. Lisa elbows him in the stomach without looking away from me, although he only grins after an "Oomph."

I fold my arms under my chest, feeling the wings spread out more as the straps pull tighter, and stare at who claims to be my best friend. Five minutes ago I was standing in a bathroom giving myself a very reasonable speech about finding Lisa and going home. I was even ready to congratulate myself for not doing anything monumentally stupid tonight. Now the person who talked me into coming out so I ended up in this situation in the first place thinks it's okay to abandon me because she's horny.

Unfortunately, years of friendship also means she knows I'll still be there tomorrow to listen to her when she complains about his most recent excuse for why he had to go home and not stay the night. It doesn't mean I have to be happy about it, though.

"Don't give me that face," Lisa says.

"How do you expect me to react?" I say to her in a scolding whisper, trying to not make a scene.

"I know, but you don't have to give me your Lise, I'm going to kill you face."

"Does it tell you anything that you've seen it enough times to recognize it?" I ask.

She laughs and reaches for my arm again where it's still folded against my chest, but I drop them both, taking them out of reach.

"Ash, you'll be fine. Look. There are people driving everybody home."

That gets the attention of Josh's friend. He's been standing slightly off to the side the entire time, wisely staying out of our conversation. But now he lifts his energy drink and motions vaguely toward the front door.

"Well, there are three of us," he explains. "But I'm taking them, and the other two are out doing runs right now. I'm sure one of 'em will be back pretty soon."

I slowly turn my head toward Lisa, shooting her another look. She gives me an encouraging little smile, apparently interpreting this information very differently than I do.

I point toward Josh's friend. "Do you hear what he's saying?"

"Yes. One of them will be back soon."

"I can't believe you're going to leave me here alone."

Lisa sighs, but she's already starting to look amused again as she fights another grin and the inside corners of her eyebrows lift. "Ash, it's not like you're stranded in the wilderness. You're at a house party full of people."

"A house full of people I don't know."

She glances around, seeing a few people we both know, but I've never spent any time with because we're not in the same circles. "And whose fault is that?"

"Lise!"

That gets a laugh out of Josh's friend, which he immediately tries to disguise by clearing his throat and taking a drink. I turn my glare toward him and he looks away, suddenly finding some other guest or a costume to focus on.

Lisa reaches out and rubs my upper arm. "Okay. Look, if you don't want to wait for one of them, just get an Uber."

I don't say anything, shooting her daggers with my eyes. She just gives me a questioning look while I stare at her. The confidence slowly drains from her expression as she tries to figure out why I'm looking at her that way. Then I see it happen. Her eyebrows rise, her lips part, and recognition washes across her face.

"Ohhhh! Fuck." She immediately starts laughing. "That's right! I forgot you're banned."

My eyes widen. "Could you keep your fucking voice down?"

"I'm sorry!" She clamps a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle the laugh. "I completely forgot about that."

Josh's friend looks back at us. So does Lisa's guy. Neither of them says anything, but I can see them looking at me and waiting for some sort of explanation. Obviously they're not getting one.

I point a finger at Lisa, searching for something to say and scold her without announcing my business to these two guys I don't know. Lisa tries to put on an innocent expression, but between the alcohol and the fact that she's Lisa, she doesn't stand a chance. After another few seconds she gives up and starts grinning again.

"All I'm saying is if the driver had been a guy, a million bucks, he never would've reported you two."

"Jesus Christ! Would you please shut up?" I spit out and lightly shove her shoulder.

She snorts another suppressed laugh, opening her mouth to say something else.

"Lise!" I say through gritted teeth.

"What?" she replies, grabbing the guy she's with for balance. "I'm on your side."

"You're about to be on the floor."

It's enough for her to break, laughing openly. "I would've risked it too. That guy was super fucking cute."

I'm trying not to smile myself, because he was cute, and it was my stupid decision. But admitting that would weaken my moral high ground. I can feel the smile trying to break through my tightly pulled lips, when the man behind her leans forward and whispers something into her ear.

I can't hear a word of it. I've only exchanged a few brief pleasantries with him, but I've heard enough stories to guess. And seeing his eyes go to my chest when he whispers to her tells me I don't need to hear what he said to know I probably didn't want to.

Lisa's entire expression changes. Her eyes briefly sparkle as she bites one side of her bottom lip, and tilts her head to look up at him. At almost the same time, I notice his hand slide from her waist and move squarely onto her ass.

I look in the direction of where his hand had disappeared to, then at her. She turns back to me, finding me watching.

"Ash..."

"Oh, don't 'Ash' me," I tell her, knowing what's coming.

She smiles broadly and steps forward, slipping out of his arm long enough to put both of hers around me. I'm still annoyed but I return the hug, feeling the warmth of her hands on the bare skin of my back where the top dips below my shoulder blades. I've known this woman far too long to maintain righteous indignation while she's squeezing me.

I squeeze her back a little tighter, feeling her forearms brush against the wings where she'd fastened them to the straps for me.

"I'm sorry," she tells me, quieter now. "I really am."

"No, you're not," I sigh, then chuckle.

"No. But I love you," she giggles back.

We break the hug and she wags her eyebrows at me when she pulls back. Her face lights up and her shoulders pinch in, as she gets an excited look. I can hear the familiar squeal in my head as she steps back into him.

I chuckle quietly and shake my head.

"Don't worry," she says. "One of those guys will be back soon. Seriously. And if something happens and you can't get a ride, call me. We'll figure it out."

I glance at the man behind her. "Something tells me you're not going to be in a position to come get me."

Her eyes dart toward him before returning to me, and the grin she tries to hide tells me everything I need to know.

"It's certainly not the position I'm hoping to be in," she giggles and he laughs, smacking her ass and ushering her toward the door.

"Lovely," I mutter.

"Text me when you get home, okay?" I hear her say.

I nod and wave. "You too."

Lisa smiles and scurries back for another quick hug and to kiss my cheek, then starts backing away toward the two men, grinning like crazy.

"Love you too!" I finally reply to her earlier declaration when she gets a few steps away.

Lisa waves over her shoulder as they get close to the door.

"But you're still a shitty friend," I add with a laugh.

She reaches back and smacks her heart-shaped ass through the dress. "It wants what it wants, and it wants it now!"

I give her the finger when she glances over her shoulder before the door closes. Meanwhile, I'm left standing there with no clear plan anymore, trying to decide if I should just call someone to come get me.

Chapter 7

"Fucking Lisa."

I glance around and decide I might as well make the best of it. If I have to wait around for someone to get back, I'm not going to spend the entire time standing in the middle of the crowd like a kid that's lost in a mall.

One more drink, I tell myself. Just a small one.

After that, I'll go outside and make damn sure I'm the first person one of those guys sees when he pulls into the driveway.

The kitchen has thinned out some since I was in here with Josh, although there are still plenty of people blocking the way between the entryway and the island. I have to squeeze my way through, which isn't easy when you have wings sticking out of your back. I take a clean cup from the stack and eye the collection of bottles on the counter, briefly considering another round of whatever concoction I made earlier. My stomach immediately objects to the memory.

"Nope."

Deciding to exercise some restraint once more tonight, I pour considerably more mixer than alcohol into my cup. I even taste it to make sure it's not too strong before walking away. Standing in essentially the same spot where Josh and I had been talking earlier probably isn't going to help good judgment. I shake my head and step out of the kitchen, hoping the new space will bring new thoughts.

After all, I've already said I'm leaving. The universe has merely decided to make it unnecessarily complicated. It takes me another few minutes to finish enough of the drink that I won't feel bad if I end up wasting the rest and leaving it outside. I wander through the living room, occasionally recognizing somebody Lisa knows and had introduced me to in passing over the years. But there's nobody I know well enough that asking them to drive me home wouldn't feel awkward.

That said, it's not like getting in a car with a nineteen-year-old who used to sleep with my daughter is particularly high on the list of normal transportation options either. My mind naturally drifts to a story I'd overheard from Emily. I stop walking, shaking my finger at no one but the floor in front of me.

"Don't."

A woman dressed in a cute sixties outfit glances over at me.

I shoot her an embarrassed smile and lift my cup slightly. "Sorry. Talking to myself."

She does this awkward little courtesy laugh and continues on.

Wonderful. Another ten minutes here by myself, and not only will I be the fairy with her boobs on display, but I'll also be the crazy fairy wandering around and scolding herself. What fun.

I finish most of my drink, determining it's time I make my way toward the front door. As soon as I step out, the change in temperature instantly hits me.

"Oh, shit," I mutter.

It had been comfortable enough when Lisa and I arrived, especially with the warmth still running through me, waiting to see how people were going to react to the way I was dressed. But the temperature has dropped considerably since then, and after being packed in a house full of warm bodies and alcohol for the last couple of hours, the cool night air feels even colder.

I instinctively pull my arms across my chest, not that it accomplishes much. Usually it wouldn't be an issue, but I'm also not usually outside at this time, wearing an outfit that covers less than some one-piece bathing suits do. There's no way this thing is going to preserve any body heat. My shoulders, chest, most of my back, and essentially all of my legs are exposed. Within seconds little bumps rise along my arms. Even underneath the heavy bodice, my nipples react to the cold, which feels particularly unfair considering I don't need anything to encourage any stray thoughts at the moment.

"Seriously?" I say aloud as I look down at them. At least nobody is standing close enough to hear me this time, and they still don't show through the top.

A handful of people are scattered around the front yard. What looks like two couples are talking near the end of the driveway, there's somebody dressed as a cowboy sitting on the front steps smoking, and another group has claimed a couple of tables with chairs that were set up in front of the garage. The music still leaks out of the house, and I move away from the door when it suddenly gets louder as someone makes their way out.

I find a spot off by myself where I've got a clear view of the street, thinking how ridiculous this is.

I've got a perfectly good car sitting at home. I could've driven myself and not drank if Lisa hadn't spent the entire time helping me get ready convincing me that neither of us should have to worry about how much we drank tonight. At the time, I gave in because she was so insistent. I also assumed the woman making the argument would be leaving with me, considering her car is sitting at my house.

I take another sip and picture Lisa looking at me excitedly while some married idiot grabbed her ass.

"Shitty friend," I mutter again, but I'm smiling when I say it.

She owes me, though. First of all, she's not getting out of it with a simple breakfast like she did when I had to go pick her up when she woke up at a strange guy's house. Secondly, whatever we do, I'm driving. I don't want to, but I'm not relying on her any more when we go out. And third, I'm absolutely going to make her tell me every humiliating detail about tonight while enduring my veiled jealousy that she got some, and I judge her for it.

I chuckle. Actually, given our history, that last one probably isn't much of a punishment. Odds are I'm going to hear about it anyway.

When a breeze hits me, it sucks the amusement right out of me. I hunch my shoulders and quickly rub over my upper arms, trying to create enough friction to keep warm while holding a drink.

Maybe waiting outside wasn't my smartest idea.

I look toward the front windows of the house, tempted to go back inside, but too afraid someone else will snag whoever makes it back first before me. I've been abandoned once tonight, and I'm hoping that since someone had left before Josh, they'll be the one to make it back first. I'm not missing my escape because I got cold.

I move a little closer to the driveway and finish the last sip of what's left of my drink. Seeing some other empty bottles and cups near the entryway, I drop my cup into one of the other empties. Without anything to hold now, I tuck both hands in my armpits and bounce lightly on my toes. The heels make that considerably less effective than I hoped, so I stop before I break an ankle.

Catching a glimpse of myself in a dark window of the house, I mumble to myself, "You look fucking ridiculous."

A few cars go by, and each time I see their headlights, I find myself straightening up and watching to see if they turn into the driveway. After the fourth one goes by, I'm seriously considering going inside long enough to find something I can steal and wear over my shoulders.

Then another pair of headlights appears at the end of the street. I watch them approach, wishfully stepping closer to the driveway before I know whether they're even coming here. To my relief, the car slows, and the turn signal starts blinking.

"Thank God!" I quietly exclaim.

I start taking these quick little steps in the car's direction before even waiting to find out if it's one of the DDs. My heels are making a mixture of clicks and scrapes as I hurry toward the car, determined to get to whoever it is before somebody inside decides they need a ride too.

I don't recognize the car when it begins turning into the driveway, then stops, presumably seeing me coming. A small victory for the evening that it's not Josh's car. I reach the passenger door, hear it unlock, and I quickly tug it open, dropping into the seat with a shudder.

"Do you mind taking me home?" I ask, closing the door on one of the wings before pulling it out of the way and trying again.

"Sure," the driver replies, and I frantically rub my arms again, grateful for the feeling of the seat heater someone else must've left on. It instantly starts warming my back, thighs, and butt.

Leaning forward, I pull the left wing out from where it folded across my back when I sat down in a rush. Getting them to a point they're at least out of the way, I grab the seatbelt, and look over at the driver.

Fuck my life.

Chapter 8

I'm frozen with the seatbelt halfway across my chest, staring at Josh. Why does the universe hate me? Out of three guys driving tonight, the one person I'd specifically hoped wouldn't be the next one back is him. Meanwhile, he looks entirely too pleased that I just climbed into his car.

His smile gradually widens when he sees my recognition. "Hey."

"Hi," I reply, letting my head fall back against the seat as I buckle myself in.

I should've recognized his voice when I sat down, but once again, I was too distracted. Once I get the wings situated enough that I'm not crushing them, I finally take a look around the car that probably cost at least twice as much as mine. The leather interior is spotless, the dashboard looks practically new, and there isn't a single fast-food wrapper or empty can anywhere in sight, unlike what I'm used to hearing Emily complain about.

"This is a pretty nice car for someone your age."

"That's because it's my dad's." Josh laughs and glances around too. "I figured if I was going to be driving a bunch of adults around tonight, mine may not have been the best choice."

I have to fight a smile. The last time I saw Josh's car, the exterior was filthy, and Emily had been complaining that she had to clear herself a place to put her feet. She used to bitch about it constantly, so I'm guessing that all her attempts at reforming him had failed.

Josh reaches for his phone from between the seats. "So where are we going?"

Any amusement I've got vanishes in a flash. Right. My house. For several seconds I stare at his phone while the obvious problem catches up with me. He's been to my house dozens of times while dating Emily.

The second I give the address, this entire stupid game ends. Which, admittedly, it probably should.

Yet, I reach into my little purse and pull out my phone. "I've got it."

Josh looks over. "You've got what?"

"The directions," I tell him, gesturing with my phone as I unlock it. "I'll just run them from mine." When it lights up, I notice I've got a text, but with him waiting for the address, I decide I'll check it after I get the directions started.

He gives me a confused look, but I'm already pulling up the directions home. There's absolutely nothing easier about doing it this way, and I know it. I type my address with the phone angled toward myself, start the route, then set it in the cupholder between us, considering the inevitability that at some point he's going to realize who I am.

"Just listen to her," I say as the voice tells him which direction to go when he pulls out.

Josh glances at my phone, then me. "Whatever works for you."

He drops his own phone into the center console and backs out of the driveway, while I push into the warm seat and quietly chastise myself. I'd spent all that time in the bathroom telling myself I was going to get out of here so I'd hopefully never have to see him again. Standing outside hoping someone other than Josh would come back first. Now I'm sitting in his dad's Benz, and deliberately hiding the one piece of information that would force me to follow through on what I'd already decided. Twice now, in fact.

I need to tell him. And I'm trying to figure out how to begin when Josh casually makes a confession.

"I might've driven a little faster than I was supposed to getting back here," he says out of nowhere.

"Why?" I ask when I turn toward him.

I can see the corner of his mouth curl into a smile in the light of the dash. His eyes flick over to me, but quickly returns his attention to the road. "My friend texted me while I was dropping the last people off. He told me that the fairy I was talking to was trying to leave and needed a ride."

For a moment, I forget all about what I was trying to figure out how to say. "You were speeding because you thought I was leaving?"

Josh just laughs a little with a one shoulder shrug. "Let's just say it would've been more than a simple ticket if I got pulled over."

I feel more than just another flutter in my stomach, but a little tingle a bit further down. Something about him hurrying back for me, not because of Emily, or knowing who I actually am and wanting another chance to get a reaction out of me, but as the woman at the party does it for me. As far as Josh knows, I'm some anonymous woman he met tonight, and he wanted to get back before someone else drove me home.

Any confession I'd intended to figure out loses its urgency remarkably fast.

"So you were worried somebody else might get to take me home?" I ask, turning a little more toward him as I deliberately choose my words.

His eyes briefly meet mine before returning to the road. "Yeah, that's... basically what I'm saying."

My upper body is turned slightly in his direction, with an elbow resting on the center console, but I smile and look through the front window, suddenly feeling ridiculously pleased with myself. The privacy of the car makes everything feel different without the loud music and people around us. When I adjust the short panels of my skirt over my thighs, I catch his eyes dropping to my legs before returning to the road.

"You really can't help yourself, can you?"

Josh doesn't know the meaning of being coy or playing dumb. His smile tells me everything.

"You're awfully bold for someone your age," I add.

"What does my age have to do with it?" he asks, looking over at me as we pull up to a red light.

I admire the shadows of his jawline and squared face in the dim lights. "When you're my age, a lot."

"Age is just a number," he throws out.

I shake my head at the ridiculous saying, wishing that had been true for me for the last eighteen years. "And what's your number?" I ask, knowing full well.

He gives me another cheesy grin. "Really want to know?"

I laugh. "I don't want to know that number," I tell him. It was true when I said it, but it only takes a second for the curiosity to set in. I push it aside. "Your age. How old are you?"

"Nineteen," he replies, completely unbothered.

I nod, scanning his face until the light turns green and he starts to drive again.

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, or if there even is a right way outside of what society has decided, but hearing how easily he dismisses the difference feels good. For most of my adult life, my age has been tied to Emily in one way or another. I was too young to be her mother. Then I was too young to know what I was doing when she was little. And eventually, seemingly out of nowhere, I was old enough that I started thinking certain clothes and a certain type of attention from someone his age wasn't meant for me anymore.

Josh apparently never got the memo, though. I roll onto my hip a little, crossing my right leg over my left, and resting my chin on my hand as I watch him drive. I can see the stupid wing trapped between my left arm and the seat out of the corner of my eye.

"I've never had a problem with older women," he says after a moment.

His confidence alludes to an unparalleled comfort I've never experienced when he talks about what most people consider private.

I watch his lips as he talks, then move up to his eyes. I already know that little admission better than he realizes. "How much older?" I prod, genuinely curious.

Josh thinks about it while my phone gives him another direction, and he checks his mirror before changing lanes. "Depends on the woman, I guess." He glances over at me, and down my body. "I had an ex whose mom was maybe around your age. Might've been a little older. Never really knew her age, not that I know yours."

"Hmm," I hum and go a little stiff. Of all the examples he could have chosen. Still, I wonder how old he thinks I am or his "ex's mom" was.

Chapter 9

I turn my head toward the passenger window as a nervous laugh builds in my chest before it escapes. "And... you were attracted to her?"

"Yeah." There's no hesitation at all in his admission.

There's still nothing new in Josh telling me he thought I was attractive, but hearing him admit it when he has no idea he's talking to me about me feels different. Even the fact that he uses me as an example while he thinks he's simply telling a stranger about some woman he used to want is intoxicating.

"So your girlfriend's mom... She was hot?" I ask, managing to keep my voice fairly casual.

"Very."

I lick my top lip before biting the bottom and look away again. "And you're comfortable just telling some stranger you don't know that?"

"Stranger. Her. What difference does it make? It's true."

That nearly does me in. I'm still looking away and tilt my head slightly, as I try to cover the nervous laugh by shaking my head. "Did your girlfriend know?"

There's a hesitation for the first time, and my head snaps back to him. My eyes are wide open and my mouth open slightly as he avoids my gaze.

"Oh my God," I say, finally having my answer even though he hasn't voiced it. "She did."

Josh laughs a little awkwardly. "It's part of why we broke up. She... figured out that I thought her mom was hot, and that I wasn't just saying things to her to be nice."

I give him a look like he's crazy.

"I might've flirted with her a few times," he adds.

"A few?"

He gives me a sideways look that makes it more than obvious that even he knows that's bullshit.

I shake my head and try to give him a disappointed look, but fail to do anything other than smile lasciviously. "No wonder your ex broke up with you. I'd dump a guy too if he kept hitting on my daughter."

Josh's mouth tightens a little bit and he tilts his head to one side. "It's not like I'd go all out in front of her."

A warmth immediately crawls up my neck as I try to keep my response to a minimum. "Probably a good idea."

He chuckles but doesn't say anything else. For a fraction of a second, I tell myself I should use the opening to tell him.

Instead, "So what was so great about her?" comes out as curiosity wins again.

Josh looks over, I think a little surprised by the question, and I shrug. "You're the one that brought her up. If you're going to talk about some other woman while you're supposed to be flirting with me, I have every right to ask. So I want to know what kind of competition I've apparently got."

His expression changes completely when I refer to having competition and what that implies. All pretense seems to be gone now, even for me. There's no more claiming that I just let him flirt anymore. I'm actively participating, and I can't deny it.

Josh takes a moment before answering. "She was insanely hot. And looked way younger than most of my friends' moms. Oh, and tiny."

"Tiny?"

"Yeah. As in short with a small frame." His eyes quickly travel over me. "Maybe I've got a type."

I laugh, looking down at the little fabric leaves in my lap, then my bare legs. The way he just looked at them brings back memories that are absolutely not going to help me. I can hear Emily telling her friends about the size of Josh's... member. The way my body reacts at the mere thought of it is embarrassing enough when I glance at his lap out of the corner of my eye. But that's easy enough to dismiss from someone her age. I mean, how many has she seen?

However, that's not the part that really stuck with me, because it was so subjective. It was Emily gushing about how easily he could pick her up and toss her wherever he wanted, combined with the considerably more enthusiastic description of how attentive he was once he had her wherever he'd put her. I'd learned far too much while being unable to pull myself away, rooted to the floor outside her bedroom as she told her friends about how by the time he was done, her toes were curled and her hands were cramped into little balls from how hard he'd make her orgasm.

At the time, I'd wanted to erase every detail from my brain. After how young I was when I got pregnant, I wanted to live in a fantasy world where she waited until she was married with a house and a white picket fence. Tonight, apparently, my memory wanted to dredge up every story it could remember her telling.

I shift in the heated seat, pinching my crossed legs tighter together. When I look over, he's focused on the road. I glance around, feeling like the ride home is taking longer than it should. Seeing the next light coming up, I realize we're not even halfway. Tilting my head for a better view, I see he's doing ten miles under the speed limit. That's a far cry from how fast he implied he was driving to get me.

I smile to myself. "You know," I say, returning my gaze back to him, "you're doing a terrible job of making me feel special."

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"I mean, you're hitting on me while telling me how hot some other woman was."

Josh smiles. "You asked, but then forget about her."

I chuckle, glancing at the speed again. "For somebody who was apparently willing to commit felonies earlier, I can't help but notice that you seem to have gotten awfully concerned about the speed limit."

Josh glances down at the gauge, then back at the road. His lips pull into another one of his cocky smiles. "True, but I was in a hurry before."

"And now?"

He looks over at me and for a few seconds we stare at each other while he drives. I know it's dumb and dangerous, but I love it.

"Now that I've got you in the car," he finally says, "why the hell would I want to hurry?"

He says it so simply as he looks back at where we're going. I follow his gaze, smiling as I look out the window as well. It's ridiculous how much the confidence of this... kid affects me.

Starting to look down at his lap again, I notice my phone in the cupholder, and I suddenly remember the text I had when I first unlocked it. With all the plotting around hiding my address, I completely forgot about it.

I reach down and pick up the phone, swiping open my texts. I see that it's from Emily, and I worry that she might've needed something.

Emily: We're all at Kayla's. Gonna stay here tonight. Love you.

The second it clicks she's not going to be home, my heart jumps in my chest, and my thighs tighten together once more.

Me: Glad you're somewhere safe. Don't do anything dumb tonight and text me in the morning. Love you too

Locking the phone again, I set it back down in the cupholder. I stare at it with a little smile, considering the irony of me telling her not to do anything dumb.

"Everything okay?" Josh asks when I continue looking at my phone.

"Perfect." I look up and grin at Josh even though he can't see it. "Now tell me what it is you're hoping is going to happen by keeping me stuck in the car with you longer than necessary."

Chapter 10

Josh laughs under his breath. "Really want me to say?"

I've certainly got an idea, but I want to hear whatever it is he's thinking, so I wait him out, humming, "I don't know."

He quickly looks down at my cleavage. His confidence comes through in his smile. "I was thinkiiinnng..." he says, dragging out the last word, "you would let me come inside when I dropped you off. Maybe we could hang out for a bit."

"Let you... 'come inside,' huh?" I ask teasingly, being intentional in my pause.

He glances at my face, then down to my lap where the little panels of my skirt essentially cover nothing and grins. "I can think of worse things." I watch as his hand moves to his inner thigh, shifting the suddenly growing bulge running down it.

Everything about that sounds like a bad idea. "And if I didn't want to wait that long?" is what comes out, though.

Josh leaves his left hand on the wheel while the right comes to my shoulder. "Then I'm certainly not gonna complain."

The car has done its job warming me up, but I can still feel the warmth radiating from his hand. Then his thumb starts to brush along the strap of the costume. I peek at his hand out of the corner of my eye, acknowledging that he's touching me, and then return my attention to his face, waiting to see how far his confidence goes.

He splits his attention between me and the road, then gives my shoulder a squeeze. "Come here," he says softly.

I undo the seatbelt and it catches on the wing when it retracts. I sit back to free it, so I can get up onto the seat on my knees. As I lean over the console, the supposed skirt rides up, and I can only imagine the view anyone that pulls up alongside us must have. Josh maneuvers his arm around the wing and rests it between my shoulder blades instead.

I place my left hand on the seat next to his hip, reach over with my right, and grab the tab of his zipper. Using his knee to steer the car for a moment, he holds his pants taut so I can get the zipper down one-handed.

Parting his fly, I notice he's not wearing anything under his pants. Grinning at him, I reach inside. When my hand is in his pants up to my wrist, I curl my fingers around his semihard length. With a groan, he lifts his hips, giving me just enough room to work him out of the fly.

It only takes a few strokes before he's fully hard. It feels like it's on fire in my hand, and I reposition my grip so I can get my fingers properly wrapped around it. I know I've got small hands that go with my small frame, but I bite my bottom lip out of reflex when my fingers come just short of reaching my thumb. When I squeeze harder to get them to meet, he moans and a bead of precum gathers at the tip.

And that's when my mouth waters. He's not the biggest I've had, but he's big enough that I know my throat's going to be sore in the morning.

Jesus, I think, mentally acknowledging what I'm about to do.

He must be tired of waiting, because his hand is suddenly applying pressure on my back. Glancing up at him with one last salacious grin, I let him guide me to his lap. The second I'm within reach of it, I drag my tongue over the head and lap up the salty bead. Then I take him into my mouth, closing my lips over it.

He's big enough that I have to ease down the length and force my jaw to relax. I'd guess I'm a little less than halfway when he hits the back of my tongue. My hand instinctively wraps around the rest and starts moving in time with my mouth, while my saliva builds. It's thick and coats his length as I use my hand to spread it more.

Josh lets out a shaky breath as he involuntarily flexes in my palm when I start to ease him into the entrance of my throat.

"Fuck," he gasps, and his hand moves from my back to lightly gripping the back of my neck.

The console digs into my ribs while the left wing tugs at my dress with every bob, because it's stuck between the two seats. All in all, nothing about this is comfortable. But it never is, and it's never stopped me before. When he takes a turn, I have to reposition to brace myself better, and then go right back to the job at hand. Or is it mouth?

I come up for air, sitting back a little, but making sure my hand never stops.

"Tell me about her," I say.

He looks down at me like he must've misheard me.

"What?"

"Your ex's mom," I clarify, looking him right in the eye and moving my hand to the fat head. "She was hot enough for you to bring her up, so I want to know what you thought was so hot about her."

"You're kidding, right?" he asks.

His face instantly twitches when I tighten my grip a little and twist on the head before sweeping over the tip. My saliva allows me to smoothly glide over the silky skin. "Does it feel like I'm kidding?"

He lets out a disbelieving laugh and has to get the car back in his own lane while he shakes his head. "You were just giving me shit for talking about her a few minutes ago."

"A girl can change her mind, and now I want to hear about her. So talk."

Dropping back into his lap, I lick along the bottom of his shaft. Leaving another trail of spit I'd gathered on my tongue, I take him back into my mouth when I reach the head. If he was going to argue it anymore, he's given it up.

Instead, he swears again, "Holy shit." It sounds strained, trying to focus on the feeling of sliding into my throat while having to drive the car. "You're a little crazy."

I hum around the three quarters I've got in my mouth as I work him deeper. My hand has gone from stroking to just holding the base, thinking I should've fully undone his pants so I could play with his balls.

When he hasn't started telling me what I want to hear, I pull off him again. "I said I wa-" I begin to talk with my lips brushing the tip, but he cuts me off.

"Alright, alright, alright," he says quickly, pushing back down on my neck so I take him back into my mouth. "Fine." I can hear the gulp as he swallows. "I never really got a good look at her in anything crazy. She was always wearing stuff that kept her pretty covered up when I was around. But I saw enough to tell she had a tight little body. Small, but stacked, if you know what I mean. And when I'd see her in one of her skintight skirts... Fuck. She had a tight round ass. It wasn't big, but her waist was so small- hell, she was so small, it made everything look bigger. But her tits..."

He cuts off when I wiggle my head to take him deeper. But when he doesn't start talking, I pull back to the head and wait.

"Especially her tits," he finishes, after a sigh. "They didn't match the rest of her. I used to find reasons to go into whatever room she was in that I could. I don't know if they were fake, or just a really good bra, but goddamn. Whenever she'd bend over for something I always wondered what they'd look like hanging there. I could never get them out of my head."

The thought of what he'd do if my tits were out of my top right now, while bent over in his dad's car, causes a whimper to escape me, completely out of my control. The vibration causes his hips to twitch, and I have to quickly back off some to keep from gagging when he pushes up instinctively.

Hearing him talk about my body and chest the way he is, as well as remembering the looks I used to try to ignore, causes my own pelvic muscles to contract. I used to not be proud of the way my body reacted when he looked at me. Now I can't stop thinking about how soaked I must be. I mean, if I was that wet in the bathroom after just talking to him...

I sink back down, taking as much as I can from this angle, and let him talk.

"I used to imagine sucking on those things," he continues. "Even just what they'd feel like in my hands. I'd take any chance I got to look at those things."

Working him as deep as I can again, I swallow around him in my throat as my spit runs over my fist. My jaw is starting to ache, but it's worth it. Every word he says about me has my thighs pressing together and my inner walls clenching at the emptiness. And the fact that he still has no idea who he's talking to only makes it worse.

When I hear my phone telling him to take the next turn, I know we're getting close to the house. This should get interesting, I think, blowing him a little faster and bringing my hand back into play by twisting just below my lips as I bob.

"Oh shit," he says with a slight chuckle between his increasingly rapid breathing. "My ex actually lives in this neighborhood."

I shove him down my throat and hum. His body reacts by pushing upward as his hand goes from my neck to the back of my head. The difference is, this time my hum was intentional so I'm ready for it. I hum even more, managing to take another inch as my eyes water. My new efforts seem to be doing the trick, because I can feel him throbbing in my throat.

Then the voice from my phone tells him to turn onto my street. I'm only a few houses down from the corner, and that seems to be when it hits him. I can feel it before he ever says anything. His thighs tense under my forearm that's resting on them.

"Wait," he gasps. "This is- Fuck." The last word is barely more than a groan.

The car jostles me as he hits the slanted curb at the base of my driveway before jamming his foot onto the brake. The first rope fires down my throat just as my phone says, "You have arrived at your destination."

Yes, I have. I internally giggle to myself. Because it's been roughly six months since I've been with anyone, and the sensation of his cum suddenly coating my throat is more than I was ready for. I gag once and quickly back off, so that only the head is in my mouth. My hand flies up and down his shaft while my tongue plays around the head.

I happily mewl around him as his cum washes over my tongue. I didn't back off to just the head because I was worried about gagging. I backed off for this. So I could taste him as he floods my mouth and coats my tongue. I swallow, drinking down what I've got so I can make room for more. And when the amount that comes with each spasm of his cock lessens, I let it stay on my tongue so I can savor it.

Once his orgasm starts to taper off, I slowly bob my head again. Gently sucking the first few inches. I suck a little harder as my hand squeezes and strokes him, trying to coax out every last drop.

"Too sensitive," he eventually hisses as his hips pull back involuntarily.

I ease off, and he reaches under me to put the car in park. Giving the shaft a few more light licks and sucks, I collect the last of his cum that must've seeped out while I tried to keep it in my mouth. Once I'm satisfied that I've got all that I can, I sit up, wiping my bottom lip with my thumb.

The look on his face is adorable. It's a mixture of postorgasmic bliss and his mind trying to catch up with what just happened.

"Emily doesn't know what she's talking about. You taste really good." I grin, finally dropping the stupid accent.

Chapter 11

I sit back in the seat and wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb. He's still staring at me with this look of shock as his mind tries to catch up now that his dick's half soft, allowing the blood to make its way to his brain.

I glance at the living room window, lit behind the curtain by the lamp I leave on. "So," I say. "You still want to come inside?"

"Holy shit," he says quickly. "Yes. Yes, I do."

I tip my head toward the street behind us. "What if there's some poor drunk woman in desperate need of a ride home at the party?"

He grins through the stunned look on his face. "If there is one, one of my friends'll take care of her," he says.

I arch an eyebrow at him questioningly.

"What are they gonna do?" he asks dismissively. "Fire me?"

I return his grin with one of my own as it slowly spreads across my lips, watching him quickly tuck himself back inside his pants. When I open the door, the cold immediately hits my legs. As I turn to step out of the car, I hear the click of his seatbelt before it snaps back behind me, and then the driver's door opens faster than I've even got both heels on the pavement.

The house isn't big, and it's only a rental, but it's been home to me and Emily for the last six years. I can feel him behind me as I make the short walk up to the front door while fishing the key out of my purse. Slipping it into the lock, I go in first and step aside.

He's through the door the second I make room, and once he's clear, I shut it. Flipping the lock, I turn, accidentally scraping a wing over it, then lean back against it, leaving one knee seductively cocked and my head tilted at an angle while I look at him. Without wasting any time, he steps in closer so I have to look up at him. Seeing how much taller he is than me even in the heels makes my knees go weak.

I hook my fingers under the fake leather straps over his chest, and use them to pull him down to me. His mouth immediately finds mine. The second I kiss him back, it's all it takes. His hands go to my butt, sliding under the token skirt of leaf-like panels. Then suddenly, the floor just isn't there anymore.

I squeal as he easily picks me up, digging his hands into my cheeks, and I lock my legs around his waist. His hands are big enough that I can feel them nearly cover both cheeks. The wings scrape when he pins me against my own front door, easily holding me there like I weigh nothing.

Jesus Christ.

With his chest crushing against my boobs, the thought of how many times I've opened this very door for him while he came to see my daughter creeps into my head. And for some... perverse reason, it turns me on even more. I cup either side of his neck in my hands and kiss him harder, shoving my tongue into his mouth, past his thick lips.

He's so much bigger than me it feels completely imbalanced. Even his tongue is wide when it slides against mine, filling my mouth, the same way his hands are filling themselves with my ass. The costume doesn't cover much back there to begin with, and I can feel the warmth of his palms on my bare skin as he keeps me suspended in the air. I sigh into the kiss while held in his arms.

He eventually breaks from my mouth and moves to my neck, kissing that sensitive spot just below my ear where my jaw meets. I tilt my head, welcoming the touch and giving him easier access, and the second his teeth graze the sensitive skin my eyes flutter closed.

"Take me to my room, Josh," I pant into the quiet entryway. "Please get me to my bedroom."

He steps back from the door, easily hitches me higher with one arm, and I settle to the side of him on just one of his forearms. It leaves me sitting high against his torso, and when I realize exactly where his forearm is pressing between my legs, a flicker of embarrassment hits me. I worry that there's no way he can't feel how wet I already am.

When he starts moving through the living room, I look down at him, pleased, because I never get to look down at anyone. From here, all of it makes me grin like an idiot at how small I feel wrapped around him. I half-turn in his arm to see where we're going, just in time to catch a wing on the wall of the hallway.

He gets to my bedroom door, opening it with his free hand. The room is mostly dark except for the light I always leave on in the bathroom when I'm not going to be home till late. He starts for the bed, but I reach out behind him.

"Wait. Lights."

"Lights, huh?" he asks, stopping and grinning at me.

I bite my lip and nod, fighting my own embarrassed smile at knowing how badly I want to see his body for this. And after everything he said in the car, for him to see mine. He stops, takes a step back, and I lean over in his arm until I can flip the light switch. The ceiling fan light comes on and I grin at him, watching his face get suddenly lit up. He also takes the opportunity to look over my breasts that are at eye level, now that he can actually see them in a well-lit room.

Glancing over at my bed, he takes the few steps, and tosses me onto it.

I gasp when I leave his arms, flailing for a second out of surprise. The mattress catches me, I bounce once, and a shudder runs straight through me seeing how easily he could manhandle me, the way Emily had told her friends. I cock one leg up so my foot's flat against the bed and push up on my elbows, looking down my body to where he's standing.

He crosses his arms, grabs the bottom of the tank and the leather straps together, and pulls the whole thing over his head. I manage to suppress the moan that wants to come out of me, and scan his torso, trying to play it cool. I take in the breadth of his broad shoulders. Then his chest that's wide and flat with muscle. Finally, the view of his abs and the distinct V disappearing into his pants.

My mouth begins to water, just looking at him. Then I notice the fake knife on his belt as I look him over. Smiling internally, I put on the most worried face I can manage and look back up at him.

"Please, Mr. Rogue," I say softly. "I'll do whatever you say. Just don't be too rough with me."

I bite my lip after it, trying to look innocent about it and probably failing.

He eyes me with a slightly confused expression. I glance down at the knife, arching an eyebrow. He follows it, and then the grin comes back. He pulls the plastic blade free of its little holster and steps in closer, dragging the dull edge up the inside of my calf, then leaning forward to reach my thigh. He takes his time, and I feel a light scratch from the seam along the edge of the plastic. Another sigh.

He toes his boots off. When he starts to climb onto the bed I put the sole of my foot against his chest, and lightly push him back.

"Get your pants off first."

He huffs a laugh, backs up, and shoves them down, kicking them aside. I don't stop him this time when he knee-walks up the mattress, over my legs, up my thighs, stopping at my waist once he's straddling me. It leaves his member less than a foot from my face with how I'm propped up.

He's completely hard again, and the darker skin has the faint smear of my pink lipstick on it. I didn't notice it in the car, not with only having his shaft pulled through the fly like I did, but he's completely shaved. Every square inch of his groin is smooth. Not hiding anything. His cock is sticking straight out, bobbing a little with his heartbeat, and I just watch its hypnotic dance for a few seconds.

When he moves, I look at the plastic knife in his hand, then at the thin straps over my shoulders.

"You're not gonna cut the straps off my top, are you?" I ask in playful concern. "Surely a rogue wouldn't take advantage of a poor defenseless fairy." I bite my lip again, pinching and lifting my brow like I'm worried.

He looks at me. Then at the knife. I nod my chin toward the strap and give him a little "go on" with my eyebrows.

"It's fake," he points out. "It's not going to cut anything."

I sigh. "I know. Just... figure it out."

"You sure?" he asks, looking at the elaborate bodice.

I respond with an impatient look. He takes another second to look at the strap of my costume, grins wickedly, then reaches down and slides the plastic blade under the thin strap. Pinching the fabric between his thumb and the knife, I hear the seam rip when he pulls. The narrow spaghetti strap falls away, and I feel my breast shift as the top goes somewhat slack.

I moan when the sound of the tearing goes straight through me, and drop back onto the bed. My back arches, pushing my breasts up against the top. He scrapes the plastic along the upper swells of my breasts as he moves to the other side and does the same thing.

I take a sharp breath in when the blade goes under, holding it with my chest expanded, then he pinches, pulls, and that one gives way too. I let the air escape me in a shuddering breath as the ruined top now sags off both shoulders. It's now only the boning in the costume that keeps it in place at all.

Chapter 12

He sits back on his heels, and the bare skin of his firm butt lightly touches the tops of my thighs while he looks at his handiwork. Turning the plastic knife in his fingers, he gives me a one-sided smile, then he gets into it. He slides the piece of plastic under the cup over my left breast and uses it to catch the stiff boned edging, and tries to peel it down. When it doesn't buckle like he expected, he gets a firmer grip on the handle.

"I've always wondered what a fairy's tits looked like," he says when the material starts to give.

A shiver runs down my spine, causing one shoulder to come up as my ear pinches down toward it reflexively. I smile and look up at him, but he's too focused on my boob to notice. Looking down at where his eyes are focused, I catch it just as the fabric starts to slip over my nipple. Glancing at his face again momentarily, I see the smile as he exposes the warm, dusty-rose circle, sitting atop the tanned skin. My nipple's already hard, standing out and causing the areola around it to crinkle slightly.

"Goddamn," he mutters.

I giggle softly at his reaction. "Everything you imagined?"

He huffs a breath, slowly shaking his head side to side. "Sooo much better."

He looks over at the right one, then hooks that cup the same way he did the left and pulls. After seeing how stiff the other cup was, he's prepared, and this one comes down easier. I see the frayed threads from where the strap tore away, and with both breasts out, I bring my hands up. I push my breasts together so they aren't falling sideways, then pinch both nipples between the knuckles of my index and middle fingers, judging his reaction.

"So," I say, watching him closely. "Are you going to touch them? Or just look?"

The cocky smile comes back, and instead of saying anything, he tosses the toy knife aside and knocks my hands out of the way. He fills both hands with my breasts as they bulge between his fingers. Then his thumbs drag over my nipples, and it's his turn to watch my face as he pushes the rubbery tips around. He flicks them back and forth a bit, and when I don't stop him, he pinches, rolling them between his finger and thumb, then pulls. It's hard enough to lift my breasts away from my chest, causing tingles in more than just my nipples.

My thighs clamp together as I hiss in a breath between my teeth and arch my back again.

"I think somebody likes that," he says, teasing me for reacting to what he's doing.

A strangled "Ah" escapes my throat when he shakes my breasts by the nipples before letting them settle again. "I didn't say anything," I tell him in response to his comment and smile bashfully.

He grins and does it again, clamping down on the sensitive tips and tugging. This time he pulls until they come loose from between his fingers, just to watch the way they settle back against my chest. He cups the sides next, placing his thumbs along the undersides, and pushes them up. When he gives them a little shake, I giggle at the way he's toying with them, and his eyes flick from my chest to my mouth.

"These things are ridiculous," he growls hungrily. "Emily definitely didn't get her tits from your side of the family."

A shocked laugh escapes me. I was probably prepared for any response other than that, but the laugh's quickly cut off when he rises up to his knees again. I eye him as he inches forward even more. Then leaning in, he tilts his hips so that he can place a thumb on the top of his shaft, and shoves it down, wrapping me around him. I'm acutely aware of how hot he feels between my breasts.

When he begins to move, I let out a naughty little hum. "Come here," I tell him, and lift my head.

When he lets himself free of my boobs, I spit into the valley of my chest, then a second time, and finally lean forward to take him into my mouth. I work up as much of my thick saliva as I can, and coat him with it. Releasing him, I drag my palm over my tongue, and smear everything over his shaft. Satisfied with how slick he feels, I use my other hand to spread what I'd spit between my breasts.

Having done as much as I can to make it so he can push between them easier, I press my boobs together for him, as he pushes himself into the pillowy flesh. With a groan, he starts fucking them in earnest. Long strokes push him high enough that the head pops out toward me on each thrust.

Leaning my head forward, I open my mouth and catch it when I can, sucking in the fat crown so my tongue brushes along the underside. I use each opportunity to add as much saliva as I can, then wait for the next time he slips between my lips.

"Ooooh fuck," he moans, looking down at the mess of saliva pooling in the hollow at the base of my neck, just below my mouth. "With how conservative you always dressed, I never would've thought you'd be this fucking dirty."

I look up at him and smile with my eyes as he pushes through my breasts and into my mouth again. The next time he pulls out of reach of my mouth, I push my head back into the mattress and roll my head, trying to stretch out the muscles at the front of my neck. Lifting my head and opening my mouth again, he immediately reaches forward, placing a hand at the back of my head to help hold it up.

"Just keep your mouth open, baby," he says. "And stick your tongue out for me."

I quietly chuckle to myself and do it. If that's what he wants, then that's fine. He watches the next time he pushes through my chest and up to my mouth. I lay there, looking up into his eyes, as he does it a few more times. Then the angle apparently isn't good enough for him anymore.

He starts to crawl up my chest more, forcing me to let go of my breasts when his knees nudge into my armpits. I rest my hands on his thighs, and the next time he presses forward, his heavy testicles drag over my sternum between my breasts, and his erection simply presses into my mouth. I hold there with my mouth open, not even sucking on him, and letting him push in until I make a glucking noise when he hits my throat. Then he pulls back and repeats, picking up the pace.

"You're such a good girl," he praises me, sounding like he's repeating something he heard online. "You like that, don't you?"

I'd laugh if my mouth wasn't full. Nobody has called me a girl in years. I'm thirty-five, and to have a nineteen-year-old say it is almost absurdly condescending as he holds my head up.

The annoying part is... I do like it. And I kinda do want to be his good little girl. The fucker.

Lying on my back like this, I can't take much. The way he's holding my head up doesn't leave anywhere for him to go because of how closed off my throat is. And he's not being careful so much as excited. I keep looking up at him as he holds me in place until my eyes are watering and my nose feels like it's about to run.

I tap his thigh until he pulls back. I pull off and catch my breath, turning my head to the side so I can dab my eyes with the comforter.

"Let me up," I tell him as I do it. "And lay on your back."

Chapter 13

When Josh swings his leg off of me, I roll to the side and crawl off the end of the bed. My back is to him when I reach behind me, fishing the laces out from where I'd tucked them in, and start untying the corset-like bodice. Part of me would love to make a show of it. To drag out undressing and tease him, but I'm far too turned on to pause for that. He'll have to settle for me wiggling the costume past my hips and down my thighs. When the crotch of it pools between my feet, I can see just how dark the material is. There's even streaks of my cream that must've clung to me before snapping as I lowered the garment.

I'm brought back to the moment when I hear, "Goddamn, that's nice."

Carefully stepping out of the costume, I smile at my dresser and toss the whole ruined thing on top of it. Then I bend at the hips, keeping my legs straight in my five-inch heels, and work the strap free on one ankle, then the other. I hear him groan, and I'm fully aware of what he can see from back there. And what sounds like his hand stroking his dick that's covered in my saliva only proves it.

Stepping out of the heels, I kick them toward the closet. When I turn around and reach for the mask, his eyes quickly go from my completely shaved mound to my face, and he raises a hand.

"No, wait," he says. "Leave it on. It looks good with the hair and ears."

I touch the pointed tips, having honestly forgotten they were still there, and giggle. Meanwhile, he has an unobstructed view of me as he sits on the edge of the bed, and he takes full advantage, looking up and down my body.

I'm completely naked except for the mask, ears, and wig. But so is he, other than the one silly armguard that's moving up and down as I watch him fist himself. I lick my lips and walk around the bed, smiling to myself as his head follows me the entire way.

Noting he's still sitting up, I try again to get him to lay back. "Please lay back?" I tell him, more like a question.

He grins and smiles, as I move around to the side of the bed closest to his head. Once I'm near him, I crawl up on the mattress on all fours. Giving him a kiss upside down, I make out with him for a few seconds, before nipping his full bottom lip. Then as seductively as I can, I continue to crawl down his body, mindful of my hanging breasts, until I've got them poised right over his face.

"Is this how you wanted to see them?" I ask. "Hanging down while I'm bent over, if I remember right?"

"Hell yeah, it is," Josh says. Then he leans up and closes his mouth around one of my nipples.

The wet warmth of his mouth feels good when he sucks my swollen nipple between his gorgeous lips. I have to stretch one of my arms a little further out and lock the elbow to keep it from buckling under my weight as I go a little weak. After a minute I lift up, pulling the rosy peak free of his mouth with a sigh, and swing the other one over to his mouth instead. He takes it immediately, pinches it between his teeth and flicks it with his tongue. I hum from how good it feels, too lost to worry about him seeing how much of an effect he has on me at this point.

Then a hand comes up and hefts the breast he had been sucking seconds before, squeezing while he teases the one in his mouth. I let him play until it starts to make my thighs shake, then pull the nipple free from his lips, so I can position them on either side of his face. Squeezing my arms together, I giggle while pressing them against his cheeks, and basically motorboat him by shaking them.

I laugh even harder when he makes the noise into my chest. Lifting up, I look down between my boobs to smile at him, and then I keep crawling. Kissing my way down his stomach, I make sure my nipples drag over his chest as I work my way down his body. Dipping my tongue into his navel, I find myself up close and personal with his swollen glans.

I take him in my hand, and the well-lit room allows me to get a good look at him for the first time. The shaft is a deeper, warmer color than the rest of him, the skin there tighter, the head having a slightly lighter color than the rest of his length. I run my tongue around the ridge, and giggle when he jumps in my palm when I reach the frenulum.

At the same time, I feel his sharp breath hit my labia in response to what I'm doing. His warm breath instantly cools over the wetness that's built on my lips, and I have to close my eyes for a second.

"Now," I say, taking a firmer grip at the base of his shaft. "Let me show you what I can really do with this thing."

And with that, I swallow him. I swallow the entire length in one go. Past the point he was just pushing into on the bed. Past the spot that had my eyes watering in the car. I take it all the way so that my lips are at the base and my nose is pressed into the silky skin of his shaved balls. He groans out a "holy shit" as I work my throat around him, until I have to come up for air and gasp in a breath.

When I start working up and down his length, his hands find the bottom of both of my cheeks and spreads them. I can feel my lips part, opening me up for him. I can imagine what he can see. I can even feel my entrance twitching as my muscles spasm again, looking for something to fill it. I don't have it in me to be embarrassed any more. If he wants to look at that, or even my back door, then whatever. He's welcome to.

I sigh and take him all the way down my throat again, when his thumb pushes inside me. He half-palms my ass so the crook of his hand presses against my asshole, and then his tongue finds my clit. The sudden contact of everything is almost too much.

It's beyond him finally touching me. Just all of it. The flirting, him not recognizing me, the things he'd said about me, his mouth, thumb, and even the straining in my throat. Yet somehow, it's still not enough.

I pull off his cock and shudder, dropping my cheek to his hip, barely coherent enough to keep stroking him while Josh... fucking Josh, of all people, sucks my clit and fingers my pussy after I'd deflected his flirtations for so long.

I take a moment to simply lie there and lazily stroke him while I savor what he's doing to me. He alternates between shoving his thumb into me while flicking at my clit, and just using his tongue to lap at me. I swear it's wide enough that it feels like it covers the width of my labia. Next he points it, takes a pass between my folds, and then latches onto my sensitive pearl again as his thumb thrusts back inside me. My thighs twitch and my ass jumps above his face.

Doing everything I can to focus, I lift up and take him back into my mouth. Determined to make him feel as good as I do, my sucking is a bit more frantic, driving my chin into his pelvis. My hand works in tandem with my mouth, stroking and twisting while I tease the head.

Eventually my hips start moving on their own. It starts with just little pushes down against his mouth. Growing to the point his hand has to tighten its grip on my ass before I give him a fat lip with my pubic bone. He's not immune either as I feel him throbbing against my tongue.

The inevitable builds in my stomach before my thighs begin to tense. Then everything starts to go all at once. My head freezes with him just inside my mouth while my brow furrows and I begin to whimper with the crown of his cock pressed against my tongue. Next come the shakes as my pussy grinds down on his lips.

Unlike me, he doesn't stop. His tongue continues to rapidly flick over my overly sensitive bundle of nerves as he sucks it between his lips. All I can do is buck harder as my body loses control until it goes from good to too much. I try to lift my hips off his face, but he curls his free arm around me, holding me in place, until I'm squirming with a second, quicker but smaller orgasm.

Finally, he pulls his thumb out and leaves my clit, lifting his head so his tongue is inside me instead, licking up my cream from its source as my body twitches spasmodically.

Chapter 14

As the intensity finally begins to subside, I become aware of Josh still in my mouth, and go back to gently sucking him, using my neck to work my head up and down his shaft. I'm more focused on trying to get my bearings again than taking his entire length after the intensity of my first orgasm, followed by the second he'd pulled out of me right after.

He reciprocates by gently licking and kissing along my trim outer lips, then the crease where they meet my thigh. I'll feel the wet lap of the tip of his tongue before his lips give the spot a sucking kiss. Then one of his arms hooks around the middle of my back. He scoots us toward the edge of the mattress, tightens his grip, and stands up.

The world tilts, and suddenly I'm upside down, held against his chest with my face at his cock. He hefts me a little higher, and I press my thighs into his shoulders as I latch around him with my arms, grabbing his ass for dear life.

"Josh- what are you-" I start to squeal before it breaks into a giggle.

He holds me in place, turning so he's facing the bed and goes back to lapping at my pussy as if nothing's happening. The blood rushes to my head as I look around at my room that's now upside down. Seeing how secure he is in holding me, I give in and wrap a hand around the base of his shaft. I angle it, bring it to my mouth, and start blowing him in my first upside down sixty-nine. I can't do my best work like this, but the mindfuck of how easily he's holding me like this is intoxicating all the same.

With one arm still clinging to him, I move the other from his shaft to his testicles and take him down my throat. I don't know if it's the fact that I'm upside down or the mental aspect, but my saliva builds quickly, suddenly making this a very messy blow job. Then he groans and takes one last suck at my pussy, placing his mouth over what practically feels like the entire thing, that ends with a little suck on my sensitive pearl.

"Alright. I've had enough of your mouth," he says. "I need to feel this pussy. Thing has to be the smallest one I've ever seen and looks tight as fuck."

I let him slip from my lips as a huff escapes me. The vulgarity of how he's talking about me makes me feel like I should be offended. Instead, I feel that little opening he's talking about clench again. And I know I need to feel that dick too.

He suddenly spins me upright like a ragdoll, shifting me in his arms. One second I'm staring at his thighs, and the next I'm face to face with him, wrapping my legs back around him.

"Oh," I giggle, a little breathless and feeling the blood drain, leaving me a little lightheaded. "Well, hello there."

He grins back. Shifts his grip to hold me with one arm and reaches under my butt with the other. Lining himself up, it's the first time I feel that thick, spongy head nudging at the place it was meant to be. Then with a couple of shakes, he smacks the head against my lips, drags it back and forth so I part around him, and starts to push in.

My eyes shut as I suck in a breath. Locking my arms around his neck, my mouth finds his and I kiss him hard. After six months of nothing near his size, mainly just using my little bullet shaped vibe or the showerhead to get off when I needed to, he's thick enough that I wince a little as I have to adjust to the way he fills me.

Thankfully he doesn't rush it, perhaps taking my whimpers, or even how tense my lips are as I kiss him as a clue. Or perhaps he's just used to having to go slow with girls his age who haven't had someone as big as him. Either way, when he's fully seated inside me, I let out a long sigh through my nose, and then he starts to fuck me. My breasts smashed to his chest as he holds me in place, working his hips back and forth to start pistoning in and out.

It doesn't take long for my pussy to remember how to take someone his size. As I relax, it turns into clenching around him instead of trying to squeeze out the offending size. Even my lips relax as I spar with his tongue.

As he picks up the pace, starting to hammer into me harder and harder, I occasionally break the kiss just long enough to get out a strained, "Holy shit," or "God, yes." Once, I even managed a full sentence, telling him, "Jesus Christ, that feels really good."

The hand under my ass shifts, finding a better grip, and one of his fingers ends up right against my rosebud. He doesn't try to do anything with it. It just rests there as he grips my butt and thrusts into me. His other hand works up between us and finds my breast. Filling his palm with the pliant flesh, his fingers find the sensitive nipple, pinching and rolling it between them.

I moan into his mouth, needing to break the kiss and gasp for air. Then I push my masked forehead into the crook of his neck, hunching my back to give him more room to fondle me while he keeps fucking me. My arms have dropped from around his neck to his shoulders, leaving my hands on his back where I can feel his muscles ripple from holding me up.

His weight shifts and my legs reflexively tighten around his hips. One of his thighs brushes my butt when he brings a knee up onto the bed while planted as deep as he can go inside me. Another shift as we go up a little and the other knee comes up too. The ease with which he does everything, plus the way he feels inside me, makes my mouth fall open. I turn my head from his neck and lightly bite his shoulder.

Chapter 15

Shuffling forward on the bed, he finally drops his upper body forward so my back hits the mattress. This puts him on his knees between my thighs and his torso hovering over mine. Curling one of his hands around the side of my rib cage, he starts fucking me again. My head snaps back now that his strokes are longer than he could manage while standing, and the sounds of how turned on I am are prevalent each time he withdraws and saws through me. Then the gasp as the air leaves my lungs when he pushes back in.

He hunches and twists his large frame until he gets his mouth around my nipple. My back arches and my hand goes to the side of my breast, pushing it up to meet his mouth as if I'm feeding it to him. A throaty growl escapes him that I can feel vibrate through the sensitive tip, while his warm tongue circles and flicks it.

"These titties are so fucking nice," he says with just the aching point caught between his teeth. Then he sucks more of my breast back into his mouth.

I smile, and my back arches more as I look down at the top of his head. "I can't believe you'd talk to an innocent fairy like that," I sigh, bringing my other hand to the back of his head.

He chuckles and nips the tip again, sending a tingle to my core. It takes a few seconds before he releases it from his mouth, but momentarily catches it with his fingers.

"I said I do rogue shit," he finally replies.

I let out a breathless giggle, remembering our conversation in the kitchen when I asked him what he's supposed to be. Him spreading his arms. "I thought rogues were supposed to steal gold or jewels or something. Not take advantage of sweet, innocent fairies like me."

He tilts his head to look at me, and through all of it, his hips keep thrusting. "This is what happens to fairies that wander too far from the woods."

I giggle again and it breaks on a moan when he slams into me particularly hard. With him responding to my fun bit of roleplay, I play it up a little more, hooking my heels into the backs of his thighs.

I push on the back of his head until his mouth is latched onto my nipple again. "I'm going to be ruined by the time you let me go."

"Who said I'm letting you go?" he asks matter-of-factly around a mouthful of my flesh.

The thought of him keeping me in bed until I'm too weak to even think of getting up sends a shudder coursing through me, and I clench around him. He swears under his breath when he feels it, pushing in deep and grinding there for a second.

"Well then, what else are you going to do to me if you keep me?"

His hand moves from my ribs to over my shoulder from under my back, pulling me down against him. "I'm gonna teach you all kinds of things to make me feel good."

He twists again and takes my other nipple, sucking and pulling it with his lips until it comes free with a pop. I push that breast up into his mouth too.

"Please don't corrupt me, Mr. Rogue," I plead as my body writhes underneath him. "I'm just an innocent woodland creature."

He half-laughs and shakes his head against my chest, then scrapes his teeth over the peak. "Innocent? Please. You had my dick in your mouth while I was driving."

The memory of the taste of his cum on my tongue rushes in. How I'd pulled back so I could savor it on my taste buds. Salt. Heat. How thick the first pulse had been when he figured out who I was. How I'd kept the head in my mouth on purpose.

"That could happen to anyone."

He finally releases my breasts from his mouth, pushing up onto one arm and bringing the other hand to cup one of them. He stares at my boobs as they bounce up and down on my chest from the force of him.

"You have no fucking idea how many times I sat in your living room trying not to get caught staring at you."

I let out a breathless sound and lick my lips before catching the bottom one between my teeth and clutching at the bedding. "Oh, I had an idea."

He pinches the sensitive tip again and shakes my breast. Thank God Emily isn't home, because he has the headboard hitting the wall. "Did you have an idea how many times I've thought about what it'd be like to have these titties in my mouth?"

"While you were dating my daughter?" I ask, reaching up with a hand, slipping it between the headboard and the mattress to brace against the wall.

He's not even fazed by mentioning her and just keeps fucking me, watching my face. "I said it was part of why we broke up."

I stare up at him through hooded eyes. The next thrust comes hard enough to knock the wind out of me with a quiet "Hmph!" that causes my back to snap tight.

"Emily said you liked throwing her around," I tell him when I get some air back in my lungs.

He looks down at me, quirking his mouth to one side with a pleased look on his face. "Jesus Christ. What else did she tell you?"

The arm not pushing against the wall clutches at his forearm holding him up. "She didn't tell me anything. I just happened to overhear her."

"Fine," he says, glancing down at our hips as he drives into me. "Then what else did you overhear?"

"Enough that you've got a lot to live up to," I reply with a grin that eggs him on.

He huffs and hooks my thigh higher on his hip, opening me up more and nearly bottoming out in me. I take several deep breaths, furrowing my brow. He's thick enough that it causes me to wince with the new angle.

"So what, you were just listening to her talk about my dick?" he grunts.

I force my eyes open to look back up at him, then shake my head the tiniest bit. "I wasn't exactly taking notes."

"Sure doesn't seem that way," he replies through a grin.

If I thought he looked cocky before, it was nothing compared to how he looks now, after I'd said what I did. I blush a little from telling him all the things I have, and the look he's giving me, but mostly the way it feels to have him look at me like he is while fucking me. Like he's hungry for more and can't get enough of me.

I think about the way he feels, stretching me open and pushing in deep, then about standing outside Emily's door. About wanting to walk away when I'd hear her talk about him, but unable to get my feet moving. About the way he'd use his hands and his mouth. None of that's theoretical anymore. He's in me as deep as he can get. His large torso hovering over me as he watches my breasts shaking.

"Is it fucked up that there were times I'd be thinking of what you'd be like in bed while I was fucking her?"

A single shocked laugh escapes me. "Fucking... Yes, Josh. Extremely... And that you'd tell me that."

But hearing him say that makes my eyes close and my hands go to his hips, while my feet dig into his ass, trying to pull him deeper inside me. Like it's what my body wanted to hear, no matter how my mind might feel about it.

The next thing I know, he's gone from inside me, and the sudden feeling of emptiness is immediate. I look to see what's wrong, but as quickly as my eyes find him, he's already turning me over. Once I'm on my stomach, his strong hands grip my hips, lifting me up onto my knees and shoving my chest down into the mattress so my ass is high.

Chapter 16

The cool air hits my sweaty back. Then, placing a hand on my backside to spread me open, he slams back into my overheated sex.

The sound I make isn't pretty. At least not to me. It's a gasp that turns into a grunt when he bottoms out with a smack of his hips against my butt. He does it again. Hard as he can. My fingers fist in the comforter, clutching it as I push up onto all fours. My breasts swing under me as he picks up the pace, causing them to make a slapping noise as they come together from how violently he's rocking my body.

I can feel how small I am compared to him. How easy it was for him to flip me over and lift me up. He grips my hip in one hand and my ass in the other, and uses my body to yank me back onto his cock. Then a thumb finds my rosebud again, leaving me nervous but prepared for whatever he plans to do with it. However, he just rests it there, simply applying a little pressure with the pad of his digit, bringing a surprisingly pleasant sensation.

"Fuck," he says, breaking me out of my thoughts. "This is the kind of shit I used to think about. You bent over your bed while I fucked the shit out of you."

I grunt when he slams into me with several rapid-fire thrusts, then he presses my knees together and plants a foot on the bed, changing the angle so he's almost driving down into me.

"Goddamn, that's tight," he says through gritted teeth.

It is. With my knees pinched together, it feels like he's boring through my insides each time he pushes in. I have to widen my arms, placing them a little further in front of me to keep my balance.

He reaches under me and finds one of my freely swinging tits, pinching and pulling the nipple while he fucks me until my arms give out. I drop to my elbows. He follows me down without losing his rhythm, leaning over my back and driving into me hard enough that I can hear the slap of his skin on mine.

I turn my face to the side, panting and trying to look at him over my shoulder. I do more than brace against the pounding he's giving me, and push back to meet him because it feels too good not to. After all those months of just a vibe and a showerhead, it feels too good to have a big cock slamming into my needy pussy. By someone I've secretly lusted after, knowing I shouldn't. Someone so much younger, I never would've actually thought I would've invited into my bed. And because he's hitting a spot that makes my entire body want to give out every time he slams home.

"Josh-"

It's all I get out. Not that I even know what I was going to say. He doesn't even acknowledge it anyway. He just holds my hip with one hand and my ass with the other, while railing me. Making me gasp and grunt.

I can feel another orgasm starting to build whether I'm ready for it or not. And I'm pretty sure he is too, because he's getting sloppy with the way he's fucking me. It's shorter and less rhythmic strokes, plus, he feels like he's getting even bigger inside me than he had been.

"Fuck, look at this ass," he growls, giving it a squeeze. Then his thumb presses a little harder against the tight ring. "And this little asshole. I'm gonna have to fuck this thing one of these days." The pressure is just enough that the tip of his thumb starts to push through the barrier, forcing me to begin spreading around it.

I mentally brace myself for him to shove his thick thumb into me, and then it's gone.

For a brief second, his hand leaves me, then it comes crashing down. His palm spanks my cheek hard enough to send a stinging burn radiating out. And it's all enough to make my insides spasm.

I've never been into butt play, but the way he just assumes unfettered access to do whatever he wants whenever he wants is too much. My whole body goes rigid, while my inner walls clamp down around him and flutter, and the orgasm that rips through me is violent enough that I drop my head into the comforter, barely managing to hold myself on my elbows, and make a sound I don't recognize.

He manages to hold out longer than I do, thrusting into my quivering body several more times before croaking. "Too tight. I'm gonna nut."

I'm too far gone to even comprehend it, lost in how full I feel with his dick in me during my first orgasm from intercourse in months. I hear it, but it doesn't register.

Finally he slams in as both hands go to my hips, holding me tight. He pushes as deep as he can and grinds against me as his cock starts to swell and jump. I feel the first pulse and it's amazing as the hot cum coats my insides. Then the second and I moan. Then the third as his cock flexes and swells again, hot and deep, finally snapping me back to the reality of what's happening.

"Wait!" I jerk forward off him, dropping to my hip as I start to turn around. "Shit! Josh- I'm not on the pill..."

The sound he makes isn't just a groan, but a moan that sounds like he thought that was even hotter. He instantly grabs himself once he's dislodged from me and starts rapidly stroking himself. The next shot catches the side of my breast while I'm still trying to twist around to face him. Another hits my face before I can get my mouth where I want it.

How much does this kid cum?

With him kneeling on my bed, I lean forward and tip my head back, opening my mouth, and sticking my tongue out, while looking up at him. He puts a hand on my head and continues to jerk off on my face. The next shot catches the side of my nose and the inside corner of my eye, streaking over the ornate, gold glittery mask. The last real rope barely manages to reach my cheek, mainly landing over my upper lip. After that, it turns into little dribbles that he milks out over my mouth to pool on my tongue. I quickly pull it in, savoring it without swallowing before sticking my tongue back out.

He smacks the head down on my welcoming tongue while he grunts and I giggle with my mouth hanging open, appreciative. I hold there until he's doing nothing more than resting his large crown on me. When he seems completely spent, I close my lips around the head and suckle him, tasting the combined mixture of our fluids.

Chapter 17

When Josh finally pulls his softening member from my mouth, I let myself fall back onto the bed. I throw an arm over my stomach to make room as he quickly joins, lying on his back beside me. I can hear him trying to catch his breath, and I watch the ceiling fan slowly turn above us. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I should probably get up. Clean his cum off me. Take off the ears, mask and the wig. Do anything remotely responsible.

Instead we both lie in the silence, until Josh lets out a long breath. "Goddamn."

A tired chuckle slips out. "Yeah," I agree.

That's about as much talking as I'm capable of at the moment. Another minute passes and neither of us seems to have anything to say now. Then Josh suddenly lifts his head and looks toward the clock on my nightstand.

"Well, shit," he sighs.

I only turn my head enough for my eyes to make the rest of the effort to look over at him. "What?"

"I should probably get back to driving people home."

That makes me chuckle lightly, shaking my head as I look back up at the fan. "Oh, now you need to go back to the party."

Josh brings his hands up, scrubbing his face with them. "My friends are gonna be pissed." He chuckles to himself and adds, "Not to mention his parents."

"What are they gonna do?" I mumble, closing my eyes as I echo his words from the car. "Fire you?"

He starts laughing. "Sounded much better when I said it earlier."

"Mm-hmm."

Eventually I hear the rustle of the bedding as the mattress shifts beside me. I peek at his firm, toned ass as Josh sits up, finds his pants on the floor, and starts getting dressed. I, on the other hand, make no such effort, and remain sprawled out on the bed, not looking forward to how sore I'm going to be.

I watch him dress through half-lidded eyes. It's strange seeing him in my bedroom again. Not only because of what he just did, but just because I hadn't really imagined seeing him again at all. But after what we did, everything about him is different. Obviously, I suppose.

Josh finally pulls his shirt over his head, resituating the ridiculous little leather straps, then looks toward the fairy costume lying across my dresser.

"You're probably gonna need a new Halloween costume."

I lift my head slightly so I can see it. It's hanging half off the dresser because of the damn wings that take up too much room. Both the torn straps dangle below it.

I drop my head again. "It's an easy fix. I can sew them back on."

"Cool," he says, patting his pockets and looking around.

I give him a tired look, but I can't stop myself from smiling when he catches me looking at him and grins.

Fully dressed, Josh comes back to the foot of the bed, where I'm closest. For a second, I mentally prepare for another joke or some crude comment, having decided a while ago that he and I watch very different porn. But instead he leans down and kisses me.

It's surprisingly gentle after everything else. When he pulls away, he looks in my eyes. "I'll text you so we can make sure you don't get too boring."

I stare up at him. My eyes quickly searching back and forth between his, it takes a second before it occurs to me that he has my number because of him dating Emily. I'd made sure I had it, and ended up having to text him a few times when I couldn't get ahold of her when they were out together.

I sigh. "You better get back before your friends put out a missing-person report."

Josh laughs, then dips lower, and kisses the breast closest to him. "And I'll see you ladies later."

"Go!" I giggle at the immaturity of his comment, and give him a gentle push away from my chest. "You can just lock the knob on your way out. I'll get the deadbolt in a few."

"See ya later, Ms. Borden."

I listen to his footsteps leave the bedroom. A few seconds later I hear the front door open, a pause and some little noise that's hard to distinguish from the back of the house, then it closes again.

After that, the house goes completely quiet, but only for the briefest second. I let out a long breath and close my eyes again.

"What the fuck did I just do?"

I hear a distant clatter near the front of the house, and my eyes pop open. Assuming Josh dropped something or came back for his phone, I listen, and the sound is followed by footsteps moving through the living room.

"Did you forget something?" I call, lifting my head from the bed.

The footsteps get closer, and a second later Lisa appears in my bedroom doorway, hooking a thumb toward the front door, with a questioning look.

My heart skips several beats.

She's still dressed in her subtly sexy witch costume from the party, and for a few seconds, just stands there staring at me. Then the biggest, most disbelieving smile I've ever seen begins to spread across her face.

"Oh. My. God!" she finally gasps, overemphasizing each word.

I immediately drop my head back onto the pillow. "Son of a... witch."

Lisa lets out the giddiest laugh I think I've ever heard from her. I bring both hands to my face, only to instantly want to die when my fingers touch something cool and sticky streaked across my cheek and mask. Josh's seed is still adorning my nose, cheek and upper lip.

"Jesus Christ," I groan, wiping my fingertips against the comforter before covering my eyes again. "What are you doing here?"

Lisa finally manages to get herself under control enough to answer, but only barely as the cheesy grin comes through in her voice.

"Well... his wife decided to start blowing up his phone and ruining all the fun, so our night got cut short." I hear her take another step into the room. "I figured I might as well come back here and get my car. I tried calling you since you hadn't texted that you're home yet, but you didn't answer. Imagine my surprise when I got here."

I peek at her through my fingers, finding her picking up one of the torn straps from my costume. Then her eyes slide over to me on the bed. There's no hiding the grin she has.

"Guess it was pretty clear why." She pauses for a chuckle. "But the bigger question is, was that Josh, AKA Mr. Tall, Dark, and Please-Fuck-Me-Senseless, walking out of here when I came in?"

I can't help it. I nod, and a giggle escapes that pulls my knees up a little, planting my feet on the bed, before turning into a groan.

"Yes..."

Lisa just stares with her mouth hanging open. I try to avoid eye contact and look up at the ceiling again.

"Holy shit!" she gasps.

I peek again as her head turns toward my bedroom door.

"So..." Lisa narrows her eyes. "Correct me if I'm wrong because it's been a while, but that is the same Josh Aiden was friends with, right?"

I close my eyes. "Yes."

Lisa's mouth drops open a little wider, but her eyes smile even bigger.

"And didn't he date Emily after... whatever the hell she and Aiden had going on ended?"

I take my hands away from my face and push myself onto my elbows. I don't have a clue how to answer her, and just ask, "What was I thinking?"

"Ash!" Lisa squeals as her eyes scan my body.

I'm acutely aware that I'm still completely naked except for the purple wig, pointed ears, and glittery mask. Looking down, I see how flushed my skin is, and I'm sure the wig is a disaster. I can feel the dried spit on my chest, Josh's cum smeared across my face from my hands, and God only knows what the bed looks like beneath my butt.

Lisa takes all of it in before coming back to my face and shakes her head.

"I don't know what you were thinking," she says thoughtfully, "but whatever it was, it doesn't look like he forgot something so much as took your dignity with him."

I gasp out a laugh as my head falls back on my shoulders. "Oh my God!"

"Well, come on." She gestures toward me. "You haven't even managed to take off the rest of your costume yet. What the hell did you two do?"

I finally reach up and peel the glittery mask away from my face. Turning it over in my hand, looking at how much of Josh's seed caught on the mask. The sight of it is a stark reminder that he came inside me. Maybe not all of it, but enough to make my mind reel.

"Nothing good," I sigh, even though I'm smiling, and lightly toss the mask on the bed.

Lisa doesn't share any sense of concern that I've got. Her reaction is to grin when she reaches up and removes her witch hat, tossing it toward the dresser. It lands on top of the ruined remains of my fairy costume.

Then I hear the sound of her zipper starting to come down after her hands move behind her back. I laugh breathlessly. It's been a while between us.

"Lise..."

She reaches up and starts to slip the dress off a shoulder. My gaze automatically drifts down her body, ending on her bare feet. Her shoes must have been what I'd heard clattering when Josh was leaving. Lisa lets the dress slide down her body until it sits in a puddle at her feet, taking a step in my direction. I drop flat onto my back again with a groan and cover my face for another second.

"Oh, for fuck's sake," I mutter. Because apparently tonight hasn't been insane enough already.

I let my hands fall away, stare at the ceiling for a moment, then finally sigh. A quiet, disbelieving laugh at the whole night escapes me, and then I hold my arms out toward her and let my knees drift apart.

Lisa smiles, crawling onto the bed between my legs.