Masked Desires

It was the big day. Halloween. The past few weeks had been nothing but anticipation. Now, the last light of dusk was fading and I couldn't have been more excited. It was almost time. This was going to be the big one. Well, the first big one anyways. Hopefully the first of very many. It had taken a while to meet the right people, to make the inroads that I needed to get into the real deal parties, but I had finally done it. Now the only issue was getting around my family. I had a plan for this, of course. Now, it was finally time to set it in motion.

I didn't even knock on Anne's door. I just burst right through. What I saw almost ruined the plan immediately. My jaw hit the floor and I nearly dropped the calculator that was clutched in my grip.

There was Anne. Long, silky black hair neatly tied up in a ponytail that cascaded down against her skin. Her back was arched. She was checking herself in the vanity mirror that sat in the corner of her room. What really shocked me, though, was that she wasn't dressed. My own sister, looking herself over intently in a matching purple bra and panty set. Her pale skin set off the rich purple of the underwear in a way that I was embarrassed to notice. On top of that, were her boobs always that big? They seemed to slosh around with the small movements of her body as she checked herself. A small peek of pink areola as she adjusted the bra. I stood in a stunned silence for a moment, admonishing myself for thoughts that I shouldn't have had. She gave a little turn and grabbed the fat of her butt, feeling it between her fingers like she was weighing it. It was too much. My brain screamed for me to something, anything. So I did.

"What the fuck are you doing, you nerd!?" I yelled.

Anne's face screwed up in the mirror. Rage, embarrassment, the whole nine. I loved making her feel bad. It's a brother's duty, after all, and this was a good way to cleanse myself of the confusing feelings that were welling up inside.

"What the fuck are YOU doing!? You think you can just barge in here whenever you want!?"

She turned around and marched up to me. I was trying hard to not watch her breasts as they bounced against the lacy bra. I wasn't even sure why I was noticing it all. It must have been due to the excitement of day. All I'd thought about for weeks was the thought of drinking and getting laid. Weird that my sex drive would register my sister for that sort of thing, but what can you do?

"I not only can, but I did. What are you gonna do about it?"

"Kick your ass, most likely!" She swiped at me with her fist, trying to deck me right in the bicep. I leaned back slightly and she missed, leaving her growling with anger. It was a bit of a shock that steam wasn't literally coming out of her ears.

"You don't even want to know why your dear old brother made the long walk down the hall to come visit you?"

"Just give me the fucking calculator and get out of here."

I put it out so she could take it, but the moment her fingers were going to touch it, I pulled it away.

"You considering life as a nudist or something?"

She looked at me, confused. Then it dawned on her. With a scream, she leapt onto her bed and scrambled for her robe. As she flailed on the bed, I got a nice view of her flared hips, her plump butt. She certainly had grown there, too. When was the last time I had seen her like that? I was admiring it too much, enough to make me feel a bit gross again, so I finally tore my eyes away. While I was distracted, Anne snatched the calculator from my hand.

"Hey, no fair. I wasn't ready."

This time, her punch connected. I winced.

"Just get the fuck out of here, I have to study."

"I didn't know you were taking anatomy. You know, if you need a male subject-"

She pushed me out of the room and slammed the door in my face. Normally, I would have fought her a little harder, but I had bigger things to worry about. First of all...

My mother was multitasking, as per usual. Phone in one hand, a spatula in the other, cooking dinner. Even with all that, she stopped dead to stare at me when I came down. That same look she always gives. The one that says 'what the hell do you think you're doing?'

"You're leaving before dinner?"

A terrible sin, I know. But it was mission critical. She had to think that things were out of my control.

"Yeah, Antonio's mom insisted. She wants to take us out to eat before the movie."

Her eyes said that she didn't quite believe me. No idea why, though. I was always such a good child. Really I was.

"What time are you going to be back?"

"Like two or three. It's a double feature."

"Your father will be up when you're back. No later than three- and that's already pushing it."

Footsteps down the stairs. Anne came into the kitchen, dressed in a soft t-shirt and yoga pants that clung tight to her skin, folding into the crease at the bottom of her butt. It was enough to make me forget what I was doing for a moment. My own sister, dressing like that. Me, noticing it. Something really was wrong with me. The hormonal flood of youth, I suppose. Easy solution. I needed to get to that party and get laid.

"Smells good," Anne said, dropping the calculator into her shouldered backpack.

"You're heading to your study group?" Mom asked.

"Not before dinner."

Mom smiled at that. She was in a good mood. Obviously, this was the perfect time to disengage. I mumbled a goodbye and swept out the door.

The fall air was crisp. It felt like the entire neighborhood had gotten into the Halloween spirit that year. It was nice. More and more, it had felt like it was becoming a bit of a dead holiday. Cliche, gauche, something like that. But that year everybody must have been feeling it. Giant inflatable skeletons and ghosts, fog machines, noise makers. The whole nine yards. The first of the trick-or-treating kids were starting to file down the sidewalks. Our neighborhood always was the place to be. Big houses meant big pockets meant big candy. There was a slight pang of jealousy as I saw the kids rolling by in their shooter game costumes, carrying pumpkin-shaped pails.

I hadn't completely lied to my mom. I was going to Antonio's house and I was planning to eat there. But his parents weren't home. Gone off to visit family for the weekend. The back door was unlocked and when I opened it, I was greeted by a rotting corpse. Well. A facsimile of one. It lumbered toward me with a few heavy steps, groaning.

"How the fuck is that going to get you laid?" I said.

"What, you don't think the ladies are gonna go crazy for it?"

Antonio struck a few poses, like he was a model. Hand to his masked head, right next to the drooping eye socket. Butt popped out as if he was going to twerk.

"I don't think that you're gonna like the girls that'll go crazy for it."

"Cockblock," he said, singsong. His voice was muffled. He pulled the mask off. "God it's hot in there. Okay. I showed you mine, you show me yours."

I dropped my bag to the ground and unzipped it. Selecting my costume had been a bit of a chore. It had been a long while since I had needed to make a decision on that sort of thing. Usually I just went for the basics: bedsheet ghost, vampire fangs, a morph suit. This year was different. I had a plan and I needed to execute.

"Holy shit. Did you make that?"

Antonio grabbed the mask out of my bag. A balaclava, ski mask, whatever you want to call it, with a skull spray painted in white on the black surface. It was a bit messy, but I think it came out alright. The rest of the costume was simple. A black tactical vest that zipped in the front, grey camo pants, boots that gave me a couple extra inches of height. Then, the coup de grace. Dark mirrored sunglasses. When it was all together, nobody would know who I was.

"Took a couple tries to get it right."

"I'm fucking jealous, honestly. Man. How long has it been since we played Call o-" Antonio's phone buzzed on the table. After a glance, he grinned. "We'd better eat. Darren's on his way. ETA ten minutes, soldier."

Darren's car wheezed down the street. The party wasn't even that far away. We could have walked, but the loss of aura from that sort of thing wasn't going to fly. We couldn't let anybody see us hoofing it. The mission was clear. Condoms in pocket. A stolen handle of vodka. At the worst, we were getting fucked up. At best, we were fucking.

"Holy shit," Darren said. He wasn't wrong to be shocked. Cars were lined up and down the street so far that the house wasn't even in sight. It was damn near a full blown block party. He swung in behind a jeep and we all climbed out. Falling in behind a group of rowdy kids dressed as movie killers, we made our way to the house.

Things were already in full swing. A falling-down drunk boy dressed as a kung-fu master in an orange gi greeted us with a yell. He was wrapped around the leg of a giant skeleton statue like a snake, holding on for dear life. As if he would fly into the sky if he let go. We passed through strobe-lit fog and into the house proper. Standing room only. Music thumping loud, electronic sounds that already seemed vintage. Darren cut his way through the dancing crowd back to the kitchen. It was quieter, though not by much. He gave Frankenstein's monster a hug and put the handle of vodka on the counter next to a sea of other bottles. Antonio and I had already grabbed the orange cups before being asked. Frankenstein came over with Darren.

"Hey guys, welcome to the shit. Food's that way, smoke's in the bedroom, and I guess I don't have to tell you where the booze is."

Antonio was pouring a generous amount of amber liquid into my cup. He had already knocked back a shot's worth before he started pouring at all. A yell from the main room drew Frankenstein away and we were alone in the kitchen.

"You gonna drink it or just stare at it?" Darren asked. He was mixing multiple drinks together, watching the color change carefully.

Now. I was no prude at the time. It's just that my parents weren't the biggest drinkers. It wasn't the sort of thing we kept around the house. Not to say that I'd never drank before, just that it was a little unfamiliar. So when I stared into the dark liquid in my cup and sniffed, I could taste the burn already. But this was it. The mission. I took a deep breath and sipped at the drink.

"No, dumbass, you have to shotgun it!" Antonio's words were already starting to slur. He was right, though. The taste of it was so bitter and strong that I immediately choked. I coughed and spat the drink out in a brown spray.

"... smooth..." I said.

"Together." Darren said. "On three."

Just as he was about to hit three, a new group of people piled in from the dance floor. Girls. I froze, staring. Darren elbowed me in the side and I knocked back the drink with them. It felt like my throat was on fire, but I couldn't let it show with an audience like that.

There were four of them, each of them scantily clad and wearing a different masquerade mask. Color coded. One red, another blue, a third pink, and a fourth purple. All of them were lithe, well built. Daringly tiny skirts and corset tops, thighhighs. What little of their faces that were exposed were beautiful as well -- plump lips and smooth skin. Different body types, red's breasts were the largest, pink's hips the widest. For some reason, though, the girl in purple drew my attention the strongest. I found myself staring at her tight body, slack jawed. I knew it was time to make a move. Only, I couldn't manage it.

"Uh, excuse me?" It was the girl in blue. Her tan skin set the color off well. She looked like a dream come true. Not my first pick, but it was time to be smooth.

"Auaag-" I said. I wasn't sure what I was trying to say either, honestly.

"I'm trying to get a drink. Can you, like, move?"

I just nodded my head stupidly and stepped away. Before I could do anything else, someone had grabbed me and pulled me away into the connecting hall.

"We've gotta fucking talk about this," Darren said. "I have no idea. None, at all, what the fuck you think you're doing. But I do know this. Pull some more shit like that and you're gonna ruin all our chances here. You're gonna be cool? Come on. Say it. Say the words."

"I'm- yeah. I'm gonna be cool."

I could feel the alcohol starting to cloud my judgment. It almost felt, just a bit, like I really was going to be cool. Looking past Darren, I could still see the four girls getting drinks. The one in purple trailed at the end of the line, obviously unsure what to do. As awkward as me. I still couldn't quite get my eyes off of her. She didn't have the largest assets of the girls, but there was something distinctly alluring about her. A certain sway to her hips, a measured approach to her movements that seemed to enchant me. The girl in red poured her a drink and knocked their cups together. I watched her purple glossy lips as she brought up the drink.

"Hey. Hey. Hey. You aren't drunk already, are you? Come in, dumbass." Darren shook me by my shoulders.

"I'm here. I'm fine." I hadn't realized exactly how focused on the girls I had been.

"One more drink, then we're going to get out there and mingle."

Antonio slipped around Darren and handed me another cup. A brighter liquid that looked like candy. I rolled up the mask again and knocked it back.

A lot of the party was a blur. Two drinks turned into four, then seven. The music was loud to the point of it being obnoxious. Costumed couples grinded together on the dance floor. The smoke circle in the bedroom was another dimension to itself. I found myself flitting from place to place, having lost track of Darren and Antonio in the crowd. Every conversation I tried to strike up seemed to end before it started. No way to break in, no way to keep engagement. I had definitely accomplished half of my mission, but getting laid was a million miles away. At that point, I would have settled for a good argument just to keep myself engaged.

It was getting late. Twelve-thirty. The party was, at last, starting to thin out. I finally caught sight of Darren. He was guiding a giggling girl dressed as an angel up the stairs. Her too-short dress was pulled up, giving a nice sight of pink underwear and thick thighs. It seemed like we wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. By now, the music had changed. No longer was it the thumping electronic wall of noise that it had been, but instead a selection of gimmicky Halloween songs. The few people that still danced were doing so languidly, all energy long since drained out of them. Across the room, I sighted the girl in purple. I had caught sight of her a few times throughout the night, but it never seemed to be the right time to approach her. She was sitting on the couch, watching the dancers with little interest. Her phone in hand. I took a deep breath. I had to say something. Easy, right? Had to be.

I had barely taken three steps in her direction before Frankenstein shambled up to her. I deflated. It was my fault. I had no one to blame but myself. Frustrated, I made my way back to the kitchen. Alcohol would be a sure way to drown the thoughts of losing out on a girl so pretty. In a chair in the kitchen, a zombie was slumped over. Antonio, passed out completely. With both of my friend incapacitated, there was no going home unless I wanted to walk through the cold. I managed to find a bottle that wasn't completely empty and poured some of it into a cup.

Frankenstein burst into the room with a yell.

"What a bitch," he said. "Offer that girl the world and she just throws it right back in my face. Who does she think she is? Comes to my party, drinks my booze, eats my food, then tells me to fuck off?"

He came up to the table and threw a collection of bottles to the floor with a crash. The huge sound didn't make Antonio stir one bit. I was speechless for a second, just staring at him.

"Whoa, holy shit. Are you gonna be okay?" I asked.

"Does it fucking look like I am? Bullshit! That bitch thinks that she can play me like that? Teases me all fucking night- Bitch!" He stormed off down the connecting hall. I was left stunned, watching as he paused only to punch a hole in the wall. Antonio, somehow, was still snoring in the chair.

Another hour went by. Antonio still hadn't woken back up. Darren was nowhere to be found, likely still tangled up between the girl he had run off with and the sheets. The party had cleared out. No women left, just a few costumed men passing joints and changing the music too quickly. I made the decision that it was better to just walk back than wait. My parents' tempers were legendary, after all.

I had walked about ten minutes in the cold. My costume wasn't doing a terrible job of keeping me warm, but it wasn't enough to prevent the chill. The route I took passed out of the richer part of the neighborhood and through the town proper, past closed storefronts and shadowed alleys. Something about it set me on edge, as if a ghost would leap out, or some attacker appear. My costume gave some token of strength. Maybe it was something primal, taking the guise of a strong character to give myself strength. I worked my way back home. I wouldn't quite be late as long as I kept moving.

A girl's scream echoed from one of the dark alleys. I jumped, thoughts of shrieking spirits flying through my half-drunken brain. It took a second before I realized that I was hearing two voices. A man's and a woman's. They were having an argument in words I couldn't quite make out, but the tone was heated. Violent. Emboldened by my costume, I crept down the alley toward the voices.

"You're gonna take me this far and leave me? What the fuck are you thinking, do you have any idea how much it hurts to have blue balls? Stupid bitch!"

"Get away from me you asshole! I told you already, leave me the fuck alone!"

"Sure didn't seem like it a few minutes ago. I'm gonna take what I deserve."

The shadows at the end of the alley grew clearer with every step. A tall man holding a girl by her shoulders, pushing her against the alley wall. She was struggling in his grip, trying to free herself. His hand went to her top and tore it with a loud ripping sound. She let loose another high pitched scream.

"You're gonna give it to me, whether you want to or not!"

They were so caught up in the moment that neither of them even looked toward me. There was no mistaking it now, even in the darkness of the alley. It was Frankenstein pulling the girl in purple's clothes off. He turned her around and pushed her against the wall, starting to hike her skirt up and undo his own pants. I couldn't just stand there.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

To be honest, I wasn't sure what the fuck I was doing. Between the liquid courage and legitimate outrage, I knew I had to do something, but exactly what was lost on me. Frankenstein stopped cold and turned to me. He squinted in the dark, looking me up and down.

"You're that little bitch from the party. Don't even know your name and you show up. Now what, you wanna be a big man? Get out of here. You know she was being a cocktease all night."

"She wasn't doing anything. Even if she was, what gives you the right to do this shit?"

"My party, my house, my everything, and I get nothing in return? Bullshit."

Frankenstein threw the purple girl to the ground and walked up to me. I was trying my hardest to keep down my trembling. I hadn't ever been in a fight before. It seemed like Frankenstein was even more intoxicated than I was, so maybe there was a chance. He took a lumbering swing at me. I ducked down and he hit nothing but air. Coming back up, I took a shot at his chin that landed. It hurt the hell out of my knuckles, but Frankenstein was dazed, making a groaning noise from his throat. I took my chance and crashed my full weight into him, sending him into the heap of trash piled in the alley. He landed hard. Before he could get back up, I went to the girl and pulled her back to her feet. We sprinted out of the alley full force and didn't stop running until we were both out of breath.

We stopped under a streetlamp, keeled over, gasping for air.

"Are you okay?"

She collected herself. Her costume was torn, one of her breasts exposed. She put her forearm around herself to hide the nipple. Even in the moment, I couldn't help but be aroused by her body. It was supple and lean, her breasts larger than they had seemed in the top. The purple lace mask still covered her face.

"My clothes are fucked, but yeah. I'm fine. Thank you." Her voice was sweet, almost familiar. "Can't fucking believe this."

"What happened back there?"

She was pulling at her clothes, trying to adjust them to cover herself again in vain. Her skirt was ripped as well as her top, showing off her shapely, white butt. I knew it was the wrong time, but my head was swimming with thoughts of her.

"He hit on me a couple times. I told him to fuck off at first. The night was almost over and I guess I was willing to take what I could get. He asked to leave with me and I did. Stupid move. He got grabby as soon as we got into town and I changed my mind. Tried to kick him off, and then... yeah."

"So he didn't...?"

"No, I'm fine. Thanks to you, probably. It was honestly pretty cool when you got him with that uppercut." She mimed the blow with her free arm.

I shook my head.

"I didn't do anything. He was drunk, I was lucky." We looked at each other for a moment, not speaking. I swallowed hard. Her thighs were thick and full, the purple thighhighs she wore biting into them softly. My eyes slid up and down the curve of her hips. This wasn't the time and I knew it. I regretted what I was about to say, but there was no way around it. "So, are you okay from here?"

She crossed her arms beneath her breasts, forgetting about the exposed one. I swallowed hard at the pink nipple, hard in the cold night. I could feel blood starting to rush to my cock and looked away. Her lips pursed.

"I'm still a bit shaken up. My friend's apartment is like two streets over. Can you walk with me?"

We made our way through the quiet streets, her sticking close to me. Every chance I got, I stole looks. Even covered as she was, I could tell she was beautiful. The soft bounce of her breasts with every step, her slender shoulders, the plumpness of her lips. It was driving me crazy. But chivalry came first, as much as it pained me. The silence was getting too much for me.

"Other than that bullshit you just dealt with, how was the party?"

"Not great. I had two drinks and got sick. By the time I got back from the bathroom, all my friends had run off with boys."

"I can relate. I mostly stood in the corner and tried to aura farm."

She laughed quietly.

"Aura farming? More like staring a hole in my chest."

I stopped mid-stride. Don't tell me she had noticed. I thought my mask had given enough protection.

"I- I wasn't doing anything like that. I was just observing."

"Observing me? Without saying a word? You know you can just come up and say hi, right? You'll never get anywhere trying to be mysterious."

I tilted back and looked up at the sky. I couldn't meet her eyes right now. When I finally looked back, she was pointing to a building.

"It's this one, right here. Just up the stairs. Are you far from home?"

"Not really. I'll make it." Even if the path we had taken put me about thirty minutes further out than I had been.

I followed her up the stairs. While she climbed, her torn skirt fluttered and fell. The two cheeks of her ass were plump and full, slightly reddened from the wind. They swung and jiggled alluringly with her every step. Hypnotic. At the top step, she turned her head back to me. I snapped myself away, hoping that she hadn't seen me drooling over her. She flipped over the mat in front of the door and found the key. Before she fit it into the lock, she turned back to me.

"Thanks for walking me here."

She looked up into my masked face. Then her gaze slid down my body, then back up. Taking it in. I felt like an animal in a zoo. She bit her lip. It made blood rush to my head. I was almost dizzy from the sight of it.

"I saw you looking. Fair's fair, right?" She giggled.

"It's not like I could help it," I said.

She grabbed my arm. I gave a start and was about to pull away, but she was already done. Her slender fingers rolled up my sleeve to my forearm and gave it a squeeze. Turned it over, inspecting it. She let go then leaned forward, looking me over again.

"I'm going to tell you something kinda embarrassing, alright?" She was playing with her top, slowly exposing her other full breast. "I went to that party to get laid. I've been in heat lately, but I can't seem to get it dealt with. I just thought- with you being my hero and all... That maybe we could?"

"But what about-" I gestured inside the apartment. She rolled up the bottom half of my mask and moved in close. Nearly touching her lips to mine. Her breath smelled sickly sweet, candy flavored alcohol.

"Nobody's home," she said, each word hot on my face.

I wanted to stop and ask if she was sure. Wanted to make sure that she wasn't making a terrible decision. Make sure I wasn't, either. But all of it fell away. I moved in, pressed my lips to hers. Softly at first, a gentle peck. After that, the dam burst. Suddenly, we were pressing into each other, her body forming against mine, her leg finding its way up onto my thigh. We were pressed against the door, breathless from the endless kisses. Tongues searching out of our mouths for each other. She pulled her face away from me as best she could. Only one word.

"Door."

We slammed the door behind us. Hands searching for each other's bodies, unable to keep away for a second. It was passion unlike anything I had ever felt. With careful backward steps, she led me down a darkened hall and into an open doorway. She flicked a lightswitch, but the lights didn't come on. Instead, a garland of orange and purple lights that ran around the room came to life and bathed us in a dim, warm glow. She moved to the bed, loosening the strap of the already-broken top. Her breasts were full and round, perky even with their slight sag. Pink nipples hard in the low light. I grabbed her by the hips and pulled her close. She worked her hands at my vest zipper, exposing my chest. She planted kisses down my sternum, moving ever closer to my crotch. My head was swimming, blood rushing to my cock. It was aching already, leaking precum even without being touched.

"I saw you staring at my chest earlier... Do you like them that much?" She looked up at me from the floor and lifted both her breasts with her hands. She licked her purple lips devilishly and brought them up and down, sending waves of motion through their bulk. "Sit on the bed. I want to try something."

I did as I was asked, kicking off my boots to the floor. She worked my pants off and gasped slightly. My cock was free, standing up to the ceiling, twitching slightly. A sticky stream of precum slid down the thick shaft. Even though she still wore the lacy purple mask, I could tell that she was impressed. Kneeling in front of me, she gave my cock a wet kiss and smiled. She straightened her back and brought her breasts to either side of my cock. Suddenly, she enveloped the shaft with them. It was a warm, soft feeling, like no other I had ever felt. I shuddered. Slowly she moved them up and down, one breast headed up as the other was headed down. They brushed against my sensitive head, lovingly caressed both sides of the shaft. I could already feel myself getting close to cumming. I had to stop her, but I didn't want to. I wanted nothing more than to shoot my cum all over her beautiful breasts, her slender neck, the face that was half concealed by the masquerade mask. A sudden thought seized me. I needed to know what this girl looked like. I reached out and pulled the corner of her mask.

"Hey, wait." She released my cock from her breasts and leaned away from my hand. "I- I would rather keep our identities secret. It's more fun that way. And if we see each other out in public, that could be awkward. So... can we keep them on?"

"I understand," I said breathlessly. I didn't want to agree to the terms, but all that mattered was that I joined myself with this girl, and fast. I stood up from the bed. She looked up at my cock. Precum dripped slowly onto her forehead. She put her tongue out. It truly was like she was in heat. I grabbed her by the hands and lifted her up.

The skirt was already ripped and ruined, so I decided to finish the job. I tore it away with my hands, revealing a daringly small purple thong. Barely more than a scrap of lace that covered her pussy. Before I put her on the bed, I had to take a moment, just to take her in, the beauty of her, her body. Black hair that shined in the glow of the light. A perfectly tapered, thin waist that widened alluringly at the hips. Combined with her breasts, she had a perfect hourglass shape. I kissed her neck and pushed her softly onto the bed.

I climbed on top of her. Every part of her body was driving me wild. I kissed every inch that I could. Starting at the neck, working my way across her torso. Gentle kisses to her hips that made her buck with anticipation. I massaged her breasts. They were too large for me to fit into my hands, filling my grip and overflowing. Her thighs, still covered by the purple stockings, were as soft and pillowy as her breasts. Something primal seized me. I bit them. She let something loose that was halfway between a moan and a cry of pain. Gently, I spread her legs. The thin purple covering of her thong was soaked the whole way through, wetness covering her inner thighs. I kissed her pussy through the thin fabric, tasting her on my lips. Small gasps with every peck. Her eyes, even hidden by the mask, were fixed on me, watching my every move.

I hooked my fingers under the waistband of the thong and pulled it free. Her pussy was pink and glistening, a trail of liquid pouring from her hole. She was clean shaven, with a slight redness to her pubic area that spoke of a shave earlier that day. She really had been on the same mission as me. I gave her a long lick, drawing the wetness up to her already engorged clitoris. A sharp moan as my tongue flicked along it. I planted a wet kiss and sealed my lips around the button. Her legs kicked and she writhed beneath me. I licked it without mercy, feeling her body contract and seize. She fought so hard that I had to hold her thighs open and keep her stable. One soft bite to her clit sent her over the edge. Her voice hitched, losing sound, before it came back with a flood of screaming moans. Liquid sprayed from her already wet hole and dampened the rolled-up bottom of my cloth mask.

I couldn't wait any longer. I came back up and placed my cock against her abdomen. It reached from the entrance nearly to her belly button. She was still recovering from her orgasm, taking in small snatches of air. Her body was glistening with a sheen of sweat even though the room was cold. Warm light playing across her massive breasts as they heaved.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Why would you ask me something like that now, after all that?"

I laughed once and rubbed the head of my cock up and down along her pussy. It caught against her sensitive clit, making her toss on the bed. I grabbed her thighs again and put myself against her entrance. She was soaked from her earlier orgasm, but not loose yet. The warm walls slowly parted as I worked myself in.

"God, oh- you're big," she moaned.

I pushed my way inside her. About halfway in, she began to search for me with her hands. It was like she was unsure what to do with them, grasping at my biceps, scratching at the skin of my chest. At long last, I sunk myself into her, balls deep. Her eyes were wide behind the mask. My first stroke, fully out, then fully in, took her breath away. I wasn't doing so great myself. My heart was beating out of my chest. I couldn't believe that any of it had happened. To be inside of a girl I hadn't even talked to until an hour ago was unimaginable. The whole experience was driving me fast toward an orgasm that I wanted to delay.

I lifted her leg up and planted kisses along her calf as I thrusted. She moaned underneath me in rhythm with my measured pumps. Her hands were still reaching, searching for me. My orgasm was building and I needed to get my mind off of it. A devilish idea rose in my mind. Letting go of her leg, I reached for her hands and met them. Working her fingers so they were interlaced, I grabbed hold of both her wrists with my right hand. I pinned them above her head in faux-bondage. The effort made my orgasm slip away and I returned to thrusting. I was moving hard and fast now, deep pumps that made the wrists in my hand swing and stiffen. Her moans were rising to a squeal, her walls closed around me tight as if they were going to stop my thrusts. With a scream, her back arched dramatically. Her tunnel filled with warm liquid that dripped out and down onto the bed and my balls. I pulled out, throbbing, to admire the sight.

She looked more than spent, but she sat up.

"I'm not done," she said. She nearly tackled me, pushing me over onto the flat of my back. Without a moment's hesitation, she mounted me, her juices pouring out of her hole, soaking my pelvis. She slid herself in to the hilt and I couldn't suppress a gasp. Her breasts bounced as she smacked her own crotch to mine. Warm skin touching against skin, her tunnel squeezing and pulsing. I could feel her fast heartbeat through my cock. The place where we were connected was alive with pleasure. She began to ride, her purple thighhigh covered legs strong and full, raising herself off of me and then letting her muscles relax as she fell back down. Every bounce contorted her face, sent ripples of motion through her hanging breasts. I played with them in my hands, rubbing the nipples, taking them between pinching fingers. She leaned close to my face, never stopping her ride.

"You have to be close, right? Listen, I need you, need. Not want. I need you to cum inside of me. Fill me up. I've wanted this for weeks. Please, please. Please cum inside me. I need to feel you."

Her words had me on the very edge of an orgasm, pulses already rocking my cock. It was taking all I had to not cum, and then she says something like that? But it wasn't safe. There was no doubt that this was a stupid idea.

"Are you on birth control?"

"No, I'll buy plan b or something. Don't fucking worry about it. Just! Cum!"

She punctuated these last two words with deep thrusts of her hips. I couldn't handle it anymore. I grabbed her by the waist and started moving her myself, lifting her up and down with my strong arms, faster and faster. It was time, there was no stopping it now. I pushed her the whole way down, my cock buried as deep as it could go. She screamed, going stiff with another orgasm as I throbbed.

It was odd, like the orgasm didn't come all at once. A silence before the storm. I felt nothing, the first throbs coming out with no pleasure, but then it came in waves. A pulse that felt like a small orgasm, then another that let loose the floodgates. I poured shot after shot of cum inside of her, moaning with the pleasure. It flowed free, falling down out of her hole and around my cock, down to the bedsheets. When I thought I was done, one last shot came and made me audibly groan. Spent, she fell off of me and nestled against my side.

"What a fucking night," I said. She planted a kiss on my ribs and curled herself into me.

When I noticed the alarm clock, I knew I was fucked. 3:45. How long had all of this taken? The walk, the sex, everything? We had already gotten up, recovered from the fucking. I must have been staring at the clock too long.

"Do you need to get going?"

Her body was still wet with sweat and our fluids. The sight of her wide hips and dangling breasts was enough to start to get me hard again. But there was no time for that. I started to gather my clothes off the floor. She smiled at me as I got dressed.

"Do you think we'll see each other again?" I asked. It was a stupid question. With her wanting anonymity, with the whole thing being so sudden, there was no way that she would. Even if the sex had been phenomenal. She put a hand to her chin in faux-thought.

"Maybe. We won't know who the other is, though."

"I can't get your number or anything?"

"If we meet again, and we figure out who the other is, then and only then will I give you my number."

I laughed a bit.

"Sounds good. I'll just go up to every pretty girl and ask if we've had sex already."

She laughed with me.

The door shut and locked behind me. I watched it for a moment. Even if it was her friend's apartment, maybe I would walk by every once in a while. Just to see if she was around. The size of her breasts alone should be enough to give her away. I walked back home. Mission accomplished.

When I opened the door, I was fully expecting to get my ass kicked. Instead, my father was passed out in the recliner where he had been waiting for me. The television droned an ancient film. I cut the lights for him and went up to my room. I was asleep before I knew it. I dreamed of the girl in purple.

I woke around 9 in a panic. Being out as late as I had been wasn't in the plan. I needed to get my ass showered, dressed, and off to the college before I missed class. It was a Monday, which meant Calculus. I would need the book and... The calculator. I had lent it to Anne. Knowing her, she would have kept it even after she was done with it. And she should have already long since left for the day. I was fucked. But I had to try and find it.

I turned the knob on her door and found an empty room. Just as expected. The calculator was nowhere in plain sight. Mostly because things were a mess, like always. Piles of clothes, a table full of disorganized makeup, a full trashcan. Somewhere in all this, I would have to find my calculator. I checked the usual places, a half-open bag, a couple drawers, the desktop. No luck. I turned to leave when my eyes lit on it. A gray rectangle on the sidetable beside the door. Always the last place you look. I picked it up and knocked a pile of items off the table onto the floor. With a groan, I leaned down to pick it up. I didn't want to deal with a tongue lashing later. She would already be pissed I had been in her room at all. I snatched the items up. Papers, a pen, and an oddly shaped piece of fabric that had been hidden between them. Confused, I picked it up and held it in the few beams of light that were cutting through her curtains. It was a purple lace mask that would have perfectly covered the top half of her face. Heart beating fast, I picked up the papers and pen. At the top of the pile was my own sister's phone number, written in neat numbers, complete with a heart at the end.