Halloween Party in the Dorm

Ivy walked into her dorm room. She'd run into her girls in the hall. How have they been friends for three years? They seemed so vapid and judgmental now. The trip to England had already made them seem boring and entitled. She'd always been one of the guys and had taken some shit for that. Today may have ended the friendship, that she'd become so tired of. The Halloween party was tonight. Her pair of friends had already decided she'd be so low-key, she wouldn't even wear a costume--she knew it was a jab.

She looked through her things and quickly made a choker, black velvet with a smooth amethyst stone. Next, the closet. Pulling out a mid-length black skirt with long slits up both sides, then her corset. Black satin with aubergine velvet damask, outlined in silver thread. She leaned over, twisting her hair and pulling it up. She pulled her hair sticks off the desk--antique silver with red on both ends.

Sitting down, she opened a small makeup bag. Looking up, after a bit of makeup-she looked alabaster. Now to finish her look. She shaded the same deep plum on her eyes and cheeks, smudged some burgundy shadow over her jawline and upper eyelids. Her eyes--a bat wing design in black eyeliner, with burgundy lip liner at the corners. Her lips were framed with the black eyeliner, then a deep matte red lipstick and a little shiny red gloss on her lower lip. She stood up, looking at herself. Pulling a bit of her blonde hair out. Pretty good for 15 minutes. She looked like a regal vampiress. Fresh from a kill. She smiled at her reflection.

She pulled on the 3-inch heels she'd picked up at a second hand shop. She heard the music and laughter already. She wondered why she thought being an RA would be worth it. She plastered a smile on and walked out her door. Of course, typical, boring decorations. She should've expected this from people who'd been cheerleaders their whole lives. And the music, she always wondered why everyone went to a party shop and bought a Halloween mix. It had been the same for at least four generations of Halloween party goers.

Ivy was very curvy and short. The corset, cut low, made her boobs look like they might pop out. The skirt showed off her thick legs and hips. All the boys around her had a sudden need to pay attention. She already wanted out. They all seemed so pedestrian.. boring. And all the girls looked stunned. The perception of her was actually pretty funny. She had never been one thing. This need for boxes and labels. While none of them were multi dimensional themselves. She had really wanted to bring out her dark humor, but these people didn't understand it. Pointless, like this party. She reminded herself to plaster that smile back on.

Ivy took a walk around the room, being friendly and doing her job. She'd be glad when she could just go back to her room, talk to her gamer friends, check on her night owl English friends and get some horror game time. Thinking about future her, she almost walked into Blake. This was all she needed. He was a senior and star athlete, well for American football. That little administrative error had him as the other RA on the floor. Truly annoying. She had narrowly missed walking into him and had hoped he hadn't noticed.

"Wow specs, who knew you could look so fucking sexy." Blake's entitled tone was nauseating. How would she polite pass her way out?

"What I do versus what I can do is very different. Tonight is just a reason to have some fun. I'm sexy the other 364 days of the year too. I just don't feel the need to spend my time worrying about what someone like you wants. Excuse me, I need a drink."

"I hate to see you leave, but I'm enjoying watching you go." She actually rolled her eyes at this tired line and him.

She headed to the refreshment table. She looked back a moment to make sure he wasn't following. When she looked up. A tall, slightly athletic built man stood there. She saw his steel blue eyes and dark hair. She was shocked. How had she missed such an attractive man on campus?

"I thought you lot were supposed to be next-level coordinated." Jamie looked at her with a cheeky smile. "I hope you still bite though." She was gorgeous, so he thought he may as well try.

Ivy laughed, despite her mood. His accent--she was trying to put her finger on it. Even if she really just wanted to leave. "Sorry about that. In my defense, I'm clumsy--vampire or not." She giggled a little. "No costume then?" Ivy trying to get just another line or two out of him. Then she'd escape to her room.

"What do you mean? Isn't me being a proper nerd obvious enough?" He saw Ivy smile. "If you'd prefer, could bite you instead. But then, I'll swear I'm a new zombie." He had seen her speaking to Blake. It was making him bold. He could, do with a chat with a woman like this. He saw her toss Blake aside quickly. Jamie saw Blake as that wanker that pulled for no reason. And Jamie was made to feel; the weird guy from across the pond. That he should be a star at soccer, because he played football at home. Not the computer science major who made it into an American college because he played well enough. Before his longing for home took over, she spoke.

"Thank you for the kind offer to bite me. That's the best offer I've heard all night." Ivy let out a little laugh, despite herself. "You're from England, yeah? I'm guessing Manchester."

Jamie couldn't believe it. She was fit. She very obviously had no interest in Blake. She was funny and she knew where he was from right off. "Yes, I am. How did you know?"

Ivy laughed again. "Was just there a few months ago. England, yes. But this time, nearly a week in Manchester. I love it there--it was my second time. And that accent definitely isn't annoying enough to be American." She laughed again. What was going on? She was just annoyed. "Let me ask you a serious question." Jamie looked at her almost concerned. He nodded. "Do you know how to get to Toluca Lake?" She had a wicked smile when she asked. This was a good way to stop unintentionally flirting with him. He'd never get the reference.

Jamie let out a loud laugh, he hadn't been able to stop it. "I do. It's in Silent Hill. You play?" He was surprised, but he loved this. As a computer science student, old skool games were his favorite pastime.

"My name's Ivy. And I'm an alcoholic." She laughed. "Okay, I'm not. I'm addicted to Silent Hill at the moment." She smiled at him.

"Addicted? Halloween, I reckon. Brought out the spooky beast in you." Jamie wanted to keep her here. Have a real conversation. Speak to someone with real interest.

She hesitated a minute. She knew a Brit had shown up here--hadn't heard anything but he was a freshman. Her being a junior, well she wouldn't have been looking. But what's the harm in a bit of actual Halloween fun? "You look as bored as I feel. Fancy playing for a bit? Get some real snacks too." Looking at the pathetic table. "Maybe a lager?" She winked.

Jamie couldn't believe it. He hated the last few months. But tonight he met a fit, funny girl who liked old skool console games. Now all he had to do was say yes and not sound like a complete knob. He struggled with that part, no matter what country he was in.

"Yes. But I'm not positive you aren't compelling me." He smiled more. Really feeling the cheek now.

Ivy laughed again. "Of course I am. A sexy vampiress, such as myself, is always going around and compelling nerdy boys." She took his hand and walked toward her room.

They talked a little about themselves. Nearly there and Jamie realized she'd be full of surprises. "So, really? Truly? You want Premier and you play American Fantasy Football? That's mad." He was chuckling.

They were at her room. She opened a door with a plaque that read: Resident Advisor. And a piece of white paper read: Ivy Wilson.

Jamie looked at Ivy as she opened the door and reminded himself--she was just looking to play a video game with someone on a boring Friday night. This was not a thing. She was bored and had no romantic interest in him.

Ivy opened the door. She used her best attempt at a vampire. "Welcome."

Ivy's room was large. Just like the one he shared with Blake. So she should have a private bathroom and a small kitchen area. Jamie scanned the room. She had a queen bed, instead of the horrible small bed, he currently had. But he spotted something he didn't expect--a Manchester United throw on the edge. He knew she'd just been there, so he tried not to read into that. Then a grey bean bag chair, another Manchester United throw. Looking at the walls: a Call of Duty Ghosts poster, a Resident Evil with the iconic umbrella, a Silent Hill with Pyramid Head, a corner shelf with a Ratchet and Clank figure and a figure of Cloud Strife. He stopped. A large framed photo of Ivy standing outside Old Trafford.

"Ivy?" He looked over at her, digging through a large box, fishing out a blue bag of crisps and answering, "Bacon or vinegar? Or do you like the cheese too?"

"Bacon. But erm, are you a Man U fan?"

Ivy pulled a burgundy bag out and walked over. "Yes. Please don't tell me you are a Man City fan." She handed him the crisps. He stared at the photo and giggled. "Yeah, I went to Old Trafford, saw a match. Good seats too. 18th row. But next time I'm going to the Stretford End. Didn't realize I'd be with all the posh twats, when I booked it. A lot of them didn't even seem like fans."

Jamie dropped to his knees. "Will you marry me?"

Ivy started really laughing, turning into a full body, teary-eyed mess of a laugh. "No, dork. Get up."

"Okay, so I was a little serious. I am a massive fan. Since I was small. I even play here. Well, I'm not sure that's football. But it helped me get over here. I love Manchester, but I wanted to live a little. Before I, you know, live there for the rest of my life. Am I dreaming? Is this Blake, leading me down the garden path?"

Ivy looked at him for a moment. He looked perplexed, really. She thought that sounded like Blake too, some terrible set up on someone. "This isn't a ruse. Blake must be torturing you or something. I'm real. This is really my room. And no, I won't marry you. Take your damned crisps. Don't be a doughnut, for fuck's sake. Sit down and get the game loaded. I need to get this off."

Jamie could hear the genuine tone in her voice. And really, her voice was perfect too. He noticed more when she had sounded annoyed. Crisps still in his hand, he sat on the bean bag and sank in like a hug. He turned slightly, seeing her pull at the satin ribbon of her corset. Followed by her unfastening the front until it hit the ground. Her back was to him, now fully exposed. A long tattoo of a dragon stood out on her pale skin. He turned and picked up the remote. He better not watch. The PlayStation screen came up when the telly turned on. He heard something else hit the ground. Quickly looking, he saw she put a T-shirt on. She still had knickers on--black with straps in a crosshatch down from her waist to her ass. His cock started to get hard. He needed to turn back around. He told himself this three, maybe four times. Then, knickers were on the floor too. He turned around fast. He couldn't have her come over and realize he watched. And he couldn't get a harder cock and still hide it.

Ivy would normally shower before getting into grey sleep shorts and an old Man U shirt, but no time. She pulled socks on too. She should go get the beers. She could hear him looking for Silent Hill, in the line up of games. She disappeared into the small kitchen area, coming back out with a couple of Carlings. And flopped down, handing him one.

Jamie was still staring at her. He looked gobsmacked. She laughed again. "Okay start a new one. Don't load my game. I've gone too far. And stop staring at me like that." She had a fake annoyed look. She took his bag of crisps and dropped it beside him. She took his hand and placed it right below her neck, just above her boobs. "Look, I'm real. Can we play now?" She laughed.

Jamie fumbled with the controller. Finally starting a new game. The dark eerie screen. Ivy moved slightly and the ceiling fan light went off. He was a little relieved too. "So it's all about the blood with you." He made her laugh again. He read the scrolling words. Snapped out of his surprise about her. He moved the Harry character. Trying not to look at her.

Ivy hadn't answered. She watched the screen, waiting. He was about to hit the alleyway. She leaned in to bite him, but managed to knock her forehead into his chin. She hadn't realized he had moved to look at her. She laughed hard again.

"Savage. I also thought vampires were supposed to be, charming." Jamie smiled at her. Her still laughing, she was even more beautiful like this.

"See, not even a little coordinated. I was trying to distract you. I wanted to make you die." She said playfully, looking at the dead character on the screen. "And I did." Looking at him shaking his head with a huge smile, she felt the need to actually distract him--keep him busy.

Jamie handed her the controller. "Alright then, ya bloodsucker."

Ivy reached out and realized she was still leaning into him. She would normally have taken it, but she let it fall on the chair--biting him instead. "Actually, maybe I could use a different distraction."

She didn't know what was going on. But she kissed him, soft and long. She could feel heat rise in herself. She started to kiss him with more intensity. He put his hand on her head, soft--as if he was still afraid. He felt really good against her and she wanted more. She started to push him down, nearly knocking him off the chair. Ivy stood up and pulled her shirt off, her boobs fully exposed now. She went for his shirt.

Jamie pulled his shirt off, staring at her amazing tits and slightly hard nipples. He moved over, put his arms up and he pulled her down. She was on his lap. The chair moved with them, his body settled back farther. He felt a rush of electricity move through his body. He pushed at her back, moved her into him. His cock had gotten so hard. He slowly moved his hand up from her waist. Ivy arched her back as he did, her tits moving up closer to his face. He saw her nipples, so close. His hands moved up the curve of her body. She was soft and warm. He stopped thinking and cupped her boobs in his hands, looking at her full body. He leaned in, licking her nipples. Her nipples were very hard now, darker and very tall. Her little moans turned into a sort of whimpering of ecstasy. She fell into him more and held his head there.

Ivy felt like she would catch fire. She looked down at his tongue brushing her nipples. She felt his hard cock pushing into her and already wanted him. She closed her eyes a moment, picturing them fucking--getting wetter. She opened her eyes to see her nipples being pulled up in his mouth. She let out a loud "fuck". She quickly stood. She got on her knees and pulled his jeans off.

Jamie, dick hard and naked, looked at Ivy. She was on her knees and moving her hands up his thighs. "Fuck, you're beautiful." She smiled wickedly at him. He watched as his cock disappeared into her mouth. His eyes closed and he released a low moan. He felt the sensation of her moaning on his cock. He forced his eyes open--he wanted to see her. She pulled slowly up and started licking the tip of his cock. Watching her tongue on him was nearly spellbinding. She was moaned against him as she licked and sucked. He couldn't seem to move. He wanted to grab her and kiss every bit of her skin--but couldn't. He saw his cock disappear deep in her mouth again. She leaned in, ass in the air and moaning on him. Jamie thought he might go mad. He felt the opening of her throat and cried out a loud "fuck". He couldn't cum yet. He needed to be in her.

Ivy was so excited with his uncut dick in her mouth. She couldn't stop tasting him, pulling him in--hungry for him. She felt his hands on her back. She pulled up to lick the tip of his cock. Unexpectedly, she was being pulled up. Jamie had hold of her and had her pushed down as fast as he'd pulled her up. She cried out again. He looked in her eyes as he pulled her sleep shorts off. Ivy realized how dark blue his eyes were. She couldn't look away. He was rubbing his hands up her thighs--as he looked in her eyes. She felt his hands glide up her body. He broke the look between them and kissed down her body. His hands held her tits and he was rubbing circles around her nipples. She wanted to fuck him so much. She saw his mouth hovering over her nipple--feeling the warmth from his mouth. "Fuck, you're mouth amazing."

Jamie smiled at this and sucked hard. She nearly screamed. Her hips were pushing up toward him. He gave her a gentle bite and she started to shake. She was moaning yes to him and watching. He looked her in the eyes again, pulling her nipple through his teeth lightly. Ivy stopped moving and made no noise. Her body rose off the chair and she screamed--cumming. "Fuck yes. I need more."

Jamie kissed down. Ivy felt his mouth kissing over her pussy. She spread her legs. She felt his hands as, he moved his hands to spread her pussy lips open. He looked in her eyes again and pushed his tongue against her. Ivy didn't hold back--she screamed. She could feel her clit pulsing and her pussy getting even wetter. He was masterful with his tongue. Sliding it up and down, pushing it in her slightly. She cried out and tried to push closer to him. She realizing he had her pushed down. Finally, a man. A real man who could take over. Ivy's back arched high, screaming louder. He started to suck her clit. It felt so incredible--she was nearly cumming again. She couldn't stop screaming yes. She felt his teeth gently pulling up her clit. She started to shake again. He started to suck again, moaning against her. Her body raised off the chair as she let a loud scream out--cumming again.

Jamie moved his tongue down, trying to catch as much of her cum as he could. The taste of her, the feel of her moans and screams--he had to fuck her. He moved up to kiss her, his face wet with her cum. She grabbed him, pulling him into a hungry kiss. He wanted to push into her, then he felt her starting to move him. He went with her movement. He was on his back, she kissed him again. She started to straddle him. He let out a rumbling, low moan. Watching her sit up on him, not yet in her. Jamie looked in her eyes again, his cock so hard it nearly hurt.

"I need to fuck you. Your cock is amazing. And your tongue." Ivy had her pussy over his cock. She looked at him--he was hungry now. She slid over his cock, her pussy so wet. A few strokes and she pulled him in, just from the wet slide of her pussy. She screamed when she felt his dick. She sat up, pulling his hand to her boobs. His eyes had closed as a deep moan came out. Fuck, he felt good. She started to push up and slide down. Slow and steady at first, feeling his cock pulse inside her. She had to have more. She spread her legs, pushing down hard--his dick very far in her. She felt his dick on her G-spot, she rocking her body on him. She continued on and on, closer and closer. He grabbed her hips, trying to pull her up. She stopped him with her hands on his and started to shake again.

Jamie felt her shaking and couldn't stop her. It was too much. He let a loud scream out, he came deep inside her--as she shook. He could feel cum pouring over his cock. She was screaming his name. Fuck she came unbelievably hard. He held her hips as she continued to cum, pushing her up and down--until she stopped. He pulled her up again. She tightened her pussy down. He watched as her eyes closed again. She was starting to scream again. He didn't stop pushing her hips, his hands digging into her soft skin. Her pussy tightened so hard on his cock. He couldn't believe how incredible she was. He thought, a real woman--finally. She opened her eyes. She started shaking again and cried out. He felt a fast rush of cum on his cock again. She covered him, it falling onto his balls. She laughed and moaned as she fell onto him.

"Sorry that happens sometimes." Her head laid on his shoulder, another shudder came and she moaned again. Her so close to his ear. "That.. well you, were amazing. How about a shower? I'm not sure I can stop for the night. Showers are fun too." They smiled and got up, heading to her bathroom. They had a very fun, long night.

Will more come of this?