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Lily pulled another costume off of the rack and held it up to herself. "What do you think about this one?"

"Geezus!" exclaimed Veronica, her best friend. "I thought you were going for sexy, not out and out skank!"

Looking over the frilly french maid outfit that was more white lace than black silk and wouldn't cover more than the bare necessities (if that) Lily shrugged. "At this point I'm looking for whatever will get me noticed by Paul. This would be perfect for being Yvette from the movie Clue."

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Well that will get you noticed by more than one guy, but probably not in the way that you want."

Holding up the costume in front of her and looking in the mirror, Lily had to admit that her friend had a point. There was a fine line between "come and get me" to a specific person and "I'll sleep with anyone" when it came to women's Halloween costumes. Slutty wasn't her usual.

Halloween was Lily's favorite holiday. Ever since she was a little girl she'd loved playing dress up and that had never changed as she'd gotten older. She took every chance she could to dress up, whether it was for a party, spirit week in high school, the midnight showing of a movie, or really any excuse at all. Of course, her costumes had changed over the years from when she was a little girl. Now at the age of 19 she wasn't a little girl anymore and she needed her costume to reflect that. She also needed it to hide her. Lily was absolutely determined that this Halloween she was going to get something she'd been wanting for years: her older brother's best friend Paul. She knew that she wouldn't be able to get a date with him or anything like that, but she'd been half in love with him ever since she was a teenage. Four years older than her, he'd always seen her as a little k**, but now she was all grown up and she still wanted him. Always pragmatic, Lily didn't expect him to suddenly see her for herself and realize that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him.

However, during Halloween she could be someone else. Anyone else. Someone that Paul would notice, someone he'd find sexy... and then she'd seduce him into her bed and finally achieve a fantasy that she'd had ever since she knew what sex was: losing her virginity to Paul Donner.

"Here, this is more appropriate," Veronica said with a giggle, brandishing a sexy nun outfit.

"Oh please," Lily groaned. "The whole point is to lose my virginity, not flaunt it."

"You'd be flaunting plenty of things if you wore this," her friend replied with a giggle. She held it up in front of her own body. "Fine, maybe I'll try it on."

"I'm sure Chase would love that," Lily teased. Veronica laughed. The pretty redhead had been going out with her boyfriend Chase for the past year and Lily knew very well how hot and heavy the two of them got. In fact, talking to Veronica had been part of what settled Lily on making her fantasy come true. She'd watched as Veronica had crushed on Chase for forever, before they finally got together and eventually Veronica had lost her virginity to him. Apparently it had been an amaaaaaazing night and part of it had been the fulfillment of something Veronica had wanted for a long, long time.

Well Lily had wanted Paul for a long, long time. She'd waited, hoping that someone else might come along, someone she could fall in love with and forget all her feelings for Paul, but she had nothing but lackluster interest in the guys that she met. Yet every time Paul had come home from college and visited with her brother Robert she'd fall head over heels for him all over again. Not just because he was gorgeous - although she'd practically creamed her bathing suit bottoms when he'd shown up at the local community pool with Robert. Her and every woman with working hormones. Mostly because Paul was a good guy. He took time to talk to her parents and help her mom out with things around the house that her Dad and Paul hadn't gotten to yet, and he always had something good to say about everyone. On top of all that, he was also funny, charming, read the same books and watched the same movies as her, and was a drop dead gorgeous hunk. It was enough to make her scream in frustration that he was willing to spend time with her but acted like she was still 12 years old.

When she'd found out that he and Rob were going to Lisa's Masquerade Halloween Party she'd realized that this was her chance to have her special night; all she had to do was become someone else. To see if she could attract Paul to her and seduce him if he didn't know who she was. And for that, she had to have the perfect costume. Something that would cover the parts of her that she didn't want him to see and flaunt the assets he'd never noticed before.

"Hey, how about this?" Veronica said, holding up a white and pink plastic sixties go-go girl dress.

Lily made a face.

"No, seriously, it'll look fantastic on you. Plus then you could get a go-go girl wig to cover your hair and no one would think any of the fact that you're wearing a wig. And it'll be sexy without being skanky."

"You have a point about the wig," Lily admitted, taking the dress and looking at it. Suddenly a vision flashed in her mind of herself in the dress with white go-go boots, a pink wig, white mask and glowing pink eyes. She'd really been wanting to try those crazy colored contacts and here was the perfect outfit for it! The costume would make her almost completely anonymous. "I'll try it on."

Squeezing into the tight plastic wasn't easy but it was more than worth it.

"Holy crap," Veronica said, her voice breathy as Lily came out of the dressing room.

Turning to the mirror, Lily could see why. On the hanger the dress had looked fairly covering, which is probably why the more conservative Veronica had picked it up in the first place. On Lily it was scandalous. The fabric club to her curves, outlining them, hugging them seductively. The short, short skirt barely covered the swell of her ass and she would have to make sure not to bend over too far unless she wanted to give everyone standing behind her a show. The short length of the skirt also made her legs look miles long. With her dark blonde hair and light brown eyes she looked pretty in pink, once she put the rest of the outfit together she'd look like a 60's bombshell.

"Yes..." she breathed, staring at the vision she saw inside her head. "This is perfect."

The fact that it covered more than most of the other sexy costumes only invited a man to look further, to want to see what was underneath it. It hinted at everything and showed nothing. Most guys would probably move on to easier prospects but Paul was the kind of guy who would appreciate both the challenge and the relative demureness (in comparison to some of the other costumes that she knew girls would be wearing). It didn't scream one night stand but that was a good thing. Both her brother and Paul were more into relationships than into casual sex, although she knew from listening to them that it had happened occasionally. She also knew that they both used protection religiously.

Good. Yes. This was everything she wanted to be for Halloween. Sexy but innocent in pink and white; a seductive challenge. It was also something that she, Lily, would never have chosen for herself. Lily always wore costumes that allowed her to wear flats instead of heels - although this year it wouldn't matter since Paul was more than a couple inches taller than her 5'7" - and she never wore anything generic. She was Jessica Rabbit or Loony Luna, sleeping Beauty or Sarah Conner. Lily's costumes were always specific and complete; she'd never just gone a 'a witch' or 'a princess'. Paul would have no idea it was her, much better than her Yvette idea - even if she did know that Clue was his favorite movie and that he'd lusted over Yvette in high school. Maybe she'd do that next year, see if he noticed her for herself.

At any rate, she was going to throw herself into anonymity this year. She'd get her one night and then maybe she'd be able to move on from him. Maybe by this time next year she'd have a real relationship, once she'd gotten Paul out of her system.

"Veronica you're a genius," she announced.

"If I was a genius I'd figure out a way to talk you out of this," her friend retorted. "Why can't you just seduce him as yourself?"

"I tried that over the summer, remember? Apparently putting suntan lotion on a girl is a lot sexier in books and movies than in person judging by how unimpressed he was at putting his hands all over my back. Although I didn't burn once this summer," she said a little glumly. In fact she'd practically done cartwheels trying to get Paul to notice her. Sexy clothes, massages, suntan lotion, sexual innuendos - her brother had put a quick stop to those, none of it seemed to do anything to make Paul sit up and pay attention. In fact by the end of the summer he'd barely been coming around anymore. Rob had told her that he was tired of having his little sister hanging around all the time and that he was going out with Paul instead. And looking forward to the day when he moved out of their parents.

Lily made a face at the memory. Even though she and Rob got along pretty well she knew that she'd been cramping his style, but she HATED that he'd circumvented her seeing Paul more often at the end of summer. Hence her desperation now in October.

"I know, it's crazy... but I want this. And if he never knows, then even better and I can keep trying to make him see me as me, but right now I just want this. I have years of backed up frustration about this guy."

"What if he sucks in bed?"

"He won't," she said confidently. He couldn't possibly.

"What if he does?"

"Then that will probably be a good thing since it'll help me get over him."

That shut Veronica up. But only for a moment.

"Don't you want your first time to be special?"

"Of course I do, that's why I want it with Paul."

"Are you in love with him?"

"Yea- I mean... dammit Veronica!" Lily stomped back into the dressing room to the sound of her friend's laughter. The entire time she'd been planning this she'd been doing her best to hide her feelings over this because if things blew up in her face she didn't want anyone to know what a big deal it was to her. Not even Veronica. It would just be too embarrassing. But Veronica had tripped her up with all the questions, she'd just been answering automatically without thinking. Damn.

When she came back out of the dressing room, back in her normal clothes, Veronica was looking more serious again.

"Aren't you worried about getting your heart broken?"

Lily sighed. Now that she'd admitted part of it she might as well admit it all. "You don't think it's already breaking? Seeing him dating other girls, having other girlfriends and never even looking at me like I'm a possibility? And he won't. This way at least I'll have some small part of him, know that some part of him finds some part of me attractive and worthy."

"Aww honey," Veronica got up from her seat and slung her arm around Lily's shoulders, looking both sympathetic and worried. "He's an idiot for not being able to see you."

"No, the problem is that he sees too much of me. Too much of what he saw growing up. I have no womanly mystery for him." Lily looked down at the garment in her arms. "But now I can create some and if that means that I lose my virginity to the guy of my dreams then even better. If it's awful then maybe that will help me get over him and he'll never even need to know about my feelings. If it's amazing then maybe that will satisfy me and I can move on."

"And if it's amazing and it doesn't completely satisfy you?"

"Well, something is better than nothing. And I'll still have lost my virginity to the guy that I've been wanting to give it to for years and it will be a special memory for me."

"I can see so many ways this could backfire," muttered Veronica.

To tell the truth, so could Lily but she'd thought through all of the consequences and had decided that the risk was worth it. She knew that Paul might never look at her, Lily, the way he looked at other girls. But she wanted to try. Dammit, she just wanted a chance. Even if the only way she could do it was hidden behind a mask.

**********

Paul adjusted his Zorro mask as he and Rob headed up the front walkway to the party. "Is it on straight?"

"Yeah, you look good," Rob said with a grin. "How about me?" He adjusted the feather on his hat.

"Like you're ready to rob the rich blind," Paul replied, with a slight emphasis on "rob" that made his friend snort. He must be in a good mood, normally he hated Paul's puns and it was up to others to laugh at them.

Giving his friend a once over, he had to admit they looked pretty good. Rob was wearing dark leather boots, green pants and a dark green shirt with a brown leather vest over it which was belted closed. There was even a plastic sword hanging from a scabbard. Paul was similarly outfitted, but in all black, looking exactly like the legend of old.

"Kind of funny that we're both dressed up as similar characters," he said.

"Yeah well that's Lily for you," Rob replied as they reached the door. "Don't know what I'd do every Halloween without her. That mustache she found for you is ridiculous by the way." The two of them always managed to win some kind of costume contest, thanks to Lily's help with putting together very detailed costumes. She was always on top of that kind of thing and never minded lending them a hand with theirs.

"What is she doing this year?"

"Some party with her friends I think."

"No, I mean, what's her costume? She didn't mention it to me." Paul always loved seeing what she came up with. Even as a middle schooler she'd had amazing costumes and they'd just gotten more detailed as she'd gotten older. Last year she'd made an incredible Loony Luna and had even made her own radish earrings. He always admired her ingenuity and was a little disappointed that she wasn't coming to the same party as them. Not that she always did, but he hadn't even gotten a glimpse of her tonight since Rob had picked him up in a taxi on the way to the party.

"I'm not sure," Rob said. "Hello... Lisa?"

The pretty witch who had just opened the door, face partially hidden behind a sleek green beaded mask, grinned up at them. "Good job! Although I guess since I'm the one throwing the party I shouldn't be that surprise," she said laughing. "Mmmm... Rob and Paul!"

"How'd you know?" asked Paul, bemused. The Zorro costume covered him up pretty well he thought.

Lisa grinned at him. "You two always show up to everything together. Without Rob's blonde hair I might not have recognized him, but you've got a pretty distinctive jaw line and put the two of you together..."

"Okay, okay," Paul said rolling his eyes. "Stop now before we have to break out in a rendition of 'Guy Love.' You make us sound like an old married couple."

"You wish dude," Rob punched his shoulder.

"Go enjoy the party guys," Lisa said, shoeing them off. "The bar's downstairs and it's turning into a dance party down there, we've got jello and syringe shots, kegs are on the back porch and beer pong is in the garage."

"Fantastic," said Paul, heading off towards the back porch. Rob followed him and he returned to the conversation they'd been having. "So you have no idea what Lily's being for Halloween? That's kind of weird isn't it? Usually she won't shut up about her costume." "I dunno," Rob answered a little distractedly as he looked around the party, unleashing his most charming smile on a small group of half dressed women giggling and standing in a corner as they talked. "I think she's still mad at me after I told her off for trailing after us all summer. Last week she said something about that maid from Clue."

Yvette. Paul stifled a groan at the image that flashed in his head of Lily in Yvette's outfit. Sweet mother of all that was holy. For the first time that night he thanked his lucky stars that Lily had decided to attend a different party. He'd spent all summer doing his utmost not to notice how well she filled out her bathing suits and those tiny sundresses, had been perfectly respectful during the times when she'd needed help with her sun screen, and had finally had to admit defeat to himself and hint to Rob that it would be nice if they could have more guy time. Although Rob didn't know it was because Paul had been at the end of his rope when it came to restraint from Lily, who had grown up all too fast and all too well.

He couldn't even hint that to Rob because he had no doubt that his best friend would cheerfully kick his ass if he had. Well, try to kick his ass anyway. But Paul probably wouldn't have fought very hard because he wouldn't be able to blame Rob for doing so. If he found out that any guy had been having thoughts about Lily like the kind of thoughts that he was, he'd cheerfully kick that guy's ass.

Suddenly Lily's absence from the party seemed like a very bad thing. Especially if she was prancing around in a Yvette outfit with her mile long legs and those gorgeous boobs pushed up and-

"Here." Automatically Paul took the cup of beer from the Rob, only now noticing that he'd blindly followed his friend out onto the back porch. Thank god. He needed booze to clear away the rage that he felt at the idea of some ass wipe hitting on Lily... God he hoped she hadn't gone as Yvette. Not without him there to watch out for her. Although who would have kept him in line then?

As forbidden fantasies went, Lily dressed as Yvette and laid out naked on his bed had to be-

"Dude are you okay?" Rob helpfully interrupted his reverie for the second time in two minutes. He gave himself a small shake and took a sip of beer to snap himself out of it.

"Yep, good, just trying to decide where to go next."

"I'm going to go back to that group of girls we saw," Rob said with a wicked grin, heading back inside.

Girls. That was a good idea. Something to get his mind off of Lily. Maybe he could find someone to derail his thoughts and fantasies from the utter train wreck they'd slowly devolved to this past year. That would be ideal.

Stepping back into the house he was almost immediately halted.

"Oooo cool costume!"

"Thanks," he said, smiling down at the pretty girl. Her mask and wig covered enough that he couldn't tell if he knew her or not.

"What are you? A highwayman?"

"Ah sort of. Ever heard of Zorro?"

The slutty Raggedy Ann shook her head. Dressed up as a doll and didn't know Zorro. Talk about a warning sign for jail bait. Giving her a casual smile he was preparing a friendly brush off when a vision in pink and white sidled up to them.

"Don Diego, is that you?" she quipped. Just seeing her coming up behind Raggedy Ann had made his dick twitch a little. Like most of the female population at this party she was dressed to be noticed, but her outfit was slightly more covering than a lot of the other women's. It was also hugging her like a second skin, all the way to where it ended very abruptly at the tops of her thighs, showing a nice expanse of leg until you got down to just above her knees where the boots started. The fact that she recognized his outfit, and knew Zorro's real name, made the rest of him come to attention.

"Shh," he grinned at her, a real smile this time. "You'll ruin my secret identity."

She laughed. "You need to work on your accent."

"I didn't use one."

"I noticed."

The lilt in her voice made him laugh.

"Trust me, you don't want me to try and fake an accent. I'm better at pulling off the strong and silent thing."

The go-go girl tilted her head at him as she looked him over, almost like she was trying to ascertain whether or not he had the right to call himself 'strong.' Of course, he knew damn well that nothing he was wearing was exactly fitted and he had the insane urge to tear off his shirt so he could show her his muscles. Which were there, really, even if they were covered up.

He called the urge insane because he had no idea who this chick was. And she was so not his normal type. The costume she was wearing, a pink and white go-go girl outfit with a pink wig and white mask and - dear god were those pink contacts? - made her look kind of plastic. As did the pink glittery lipstick she was wearing. He so did not want pink glitter on his lips. The sudden vision of that sparkly bow-shaped mouth wrapped around his cock almost knocked him back and he quickly took a swallow of beer to cover the sheer visceral reaction he was having to her. And mentally blessed the looseness of his pants.

Plastic girls didn't interest him. Not usually. So why her? Maybe just because she'd shown that there was something underneath the plastic. A sense of humor and an appreciation of iconic heroes. Plus he kind of liked that she wasn't showing off too much skin. For a moment he remembered Lily and all the skin a Yvette costume would be showing on her flawless body, but he dragged his mind away. Not his business. And it was surprisingly easy to turn his attention back to the girl in front of him.

"I think you've got the silent part down," she said with a giggle. Her voice was low and husky, almost as if she was speaking intimately. "I was headed out to beer pong but I need a partner. You interested?"

*****

Lily had never played beer pong with Paul before, at least not on the same team. Usually he and Rob made a dynamic duo, but she'd seen her brother heading towards a group of giggling girls and then the slutty rag doll coming onto Paul and she'd had to jump in. Her original plan had been to hopefully get Paul to notice her and have him come to her, but the adjustment to her original plan seemed to be going well so far. And, she had to admit, they made a pretty fantastic team. So far they'd vanquished three other teams and were on their way to a fourth. Plus all the beer was making her feel very brazen and she was enjoying flirting with Paul and having him respond to her.

Although part of her desperately wanted him to somehow recognize her, she could tell that he didn't at all. The disguise worked and she was careful to change her voice too, speaking in lower, huskier tones that her normal speaking voice. He was cheerful, friendly and flirtatious, asking all sorts of questions to find out more about her. Some of them she answered and some of them she hedged on or managed to smoothly change the subject... or just distract him by brushing against him 'accidentally.' To her delight, her attempts at distracting him from the conversation always worked, especially when she brushed against him with her boobs or ass.

So he was attracted to her.

In disguise at least.

"All right mystery girl," he said grinning at her. "For the win now!"

Licking her lips, Lily rolled the ping pong ball around in her hand and then gave him a saucy look. "Let's make this interesting. What do I get if I make the shot?"

"What, you need incentive beyond the glory of the win?"

Lily shrugged. "You might still make it even if I miss." She gave him her best sexy smile, wondering if he could see the way her eyes were glinting even though they were covered up by the pink contacts. "We'd still win... but what do I get if I make the shot and get all the glory?"

"Come on you two, hurry up," complained the witch on the other team.

"We're talking strategy over here," Paul retorted. "Just give us a second." The smoldering look he turned on Lily as he looked down at her made her feel weak in her knees. "What do you want?"

"A kiss." The request was out of her mouth before she could think, the booze she'd been drinking loosening her tongue. Heat bloomed in her cheeks but she didn't drop her gaze away and she was gratified to see his focus go from looking her in the eye down to her mouth, as if he the thought of kissing her was consuming him as much as it was her.

Most of her glittery lipstick was now on the cups they'd been using for beer pong, so hopefully they were more appealing looking than they had been earlier. As much as she'd enjoyed having sparkly lips, she did realize that most guys abhorred glitter. It got everywhere. She and Veronica called it the herpes of the art world.

"Okay," he said, the slow sexy smile that spread across his face just made her feel even hotter. God what she wouldn't do to have him look at the real her like that. His fist curled under her chin, catching it between his thumb and forefinger and tipping her head back. "What do I get if you miss and I net us the win?"

"What do you want?" Her voice sounded high and breathless and she felt like she was balanced on the hand under her chin, as if she'd tip over if he took it away. This kind of sensual flirting was so beyond her and the small touches and erotic promise behind their words had her feeling swamped with desire for him. She was burning up with it.

He tilted his head as if considering her question. "How about a massage?"

On the surface it was such an innocent request, but she was pretty sure she could turn that to her advantage.

"Sure thing," she said, pulling away from his hand. She needed to move away from his touch so that she could get her head together. What did she want more, a kiss or to get her hands all over him? Good question. Kiss. She wanted the kiss, she decided. A massage might lead to a kiss and other things, but it might not too. Her wager was a sure thing.

Standing at the edge of the table, she narrowed her eyes as she let the tension drain out of her, trying to ground herself after the teasing. The alcohol that was buzzing in her veins wasn't going to help her focus either.

Hands pressed against her hips and she gasped, turning her head to glare furiously up at Paul. "Stop trying to distract me!" she hissed at him.

"Is that what I'm doing?" he mused. Then his front pressed against the soft curves of her backside and she swallowed a low moan as she felt the ridge of his erection, hard and hot, as it wedged between her butt cheeks.

The other team laughed at them. "Are you trying to help us win or something?" asked the witch's partner teasingly, he looked like he was dressed as some kind of ghoul.

"It's possible we have a side wager going on," Paul admitted, chuckling to himself as he rocked slightly against Lily's body. So help her, she wanted to lean forward and let him take her right there on the pool table. She frantically wondered if the lacy thong she was wearing was going to be able to hold up to the wet cream now coating it, drenching the fragile fabric. Maybe she should have worn more covering underwear so that she wouldn't have to worry about slicking the tops of her thighs with her arousal. Thank goodness she was wearing cheerleader shorts as well, but the way Paul was touching her was going to cause her to drench those soon too.

"Cheaters never prosper," she told him, giving a slightly wiggle of her hips back against him in retaliation. Was that her imagination or did he just groan?

His hands seemed reluctant as he released her waist and backed away from her, giving her the space to slow her breathing and the rapid pounding of her heart that had happened during their close encounter. Having him touch her like that had been so much more... raw than over the summer when he'd been so careful about rubbing sunscreen into her back. Even though his arms hadn't been around her it had also been way more satisfying than any brotherly hug. She was feeling nearly mindless with pleasure over the knowledge that he wanted her. And she was pretty sure that it wasn't just for her body. Showing off her personality had been a little risky, but this was a side he hadn't really seen of her before at least, and he seemed to be responding to it. Heady stuff for a nineteen year old virgin whose fantasies were suddenly coming to life.

Balancing on the balls of her feet, Lily refocused herself. She wanted that kiss. It almost felt like she was moving in slow motion, everything coming together as she let out a long breathe and swung her arm, gently tossing the ball into the air. Even before it fell into the cup she knew it was a perfect throw.

"YES!" Thrusting her fists in the air she laughed with triumph, turning gleaming eyes onto Paul.

"Well done," he said, playing with the ping pong ball he was holding onto. "So if I get my toss in, do I still win a massage?"

According to the rules of beer pong, if he got his shot in as well then the other team would have to drink the three beers in front of Lily and Paul as well as the beer that Lily had just tossed her ping pong ball into. She grinned at him, excited that he still wanted to try and get his wager. Heck, she'd be an idiot to say no. But she'd throw in a caveat, so that she could win both ways.

"Fine," she agreed. "But if you don't get it in, then you have to give me a massage."

"That wouldn't be a hardship at all, mystery girl," he said laughing. Deciding to get some of her own back, as he settled into place in front of the table she came up behind him and slid her hand up the back of his inner thigh. And then giggled as his knee buckled and he turned furious eyes on her.

"What?" she challenged. "Can't take what you were dishing out?"

"Oh I'll take it alright," he said, snaking his arm out and pulling her hard against him. She had only a moment to register the heat of his body and then his mouth was on hers, demanding and hot, his tongue pushing into her mouth as she clung to the front of his shirt, feeling the hard muscle underneath. The kiss deepened and somehow softened, seducing her rather than demanding a response from her. Sizzling sparks flared down her nerves, leaving her breathless as he pulled away, breathing just as hard as she was.

Unable to think of a single thing to say, Lily stepped back, feeling a little dazed from that incredible kiss. Paul looked just as dazed as she was; shaking his head a little as if to clear it as he focused his attention back across the ping pong table. Watching him, Lily let her hand drift up to her lips, which were still feeling the aftereffects of having his pressed against hers.

Testament to his very good beer pong skills, Paul managed to sink his shot as well and he repeated her celebration of triumph as he cheered and thrust his fists into the air. Lily felt a little bit like cheering herself. She'd gotten her kiss and now she was going to get her hands all over Paul. Part of her almost felt like calling Veronica just to tell her how well things were going, but she didn't want to jinx herself.

Grinning, Paul turned to her and wrapped her up in his arms again, his lips coming down on hers. The kiss was so unexpected she gasped, opening her mouth under his again and his tongue immediately delved in to dance with hers. His hands were pressed flat against her upper and lower back, holding her tightly against his body. She could feel the hard ridge of his erection pressing through the thin fabric of their costumes into her soft stomach and he was doing nothing to hide his arousal from her, in fact he was grinding it into her body. Clutching at the front of his costume she could feel her arousal flaring to life in the most disturbing way, as if his touch was lightening and she was an explosive conductor.

She gave back as good as she got, her hunger for him translating itself into her kiss as she pressed back against him, her soft curves rubbing against all the hard lines of his body. Massaging her fingers up his chest, Lily luxuriated in being able to touch him as much as she wanted. Paul released her lips and her head fell back as she looked up at him, feeling utterly breathless.

"I hope you're not counting this as my massage," he teased, grabbing one of her hands with his. "Especially since you've gotten two kisses out of me now."

"I'm sure it was a great sacrifice on your part," Lily retorted, laughing. When he kissed the inside of her wrist she had a quick, sharp intake of breathe as the intimate gesture seemed to send a current of sizzling heat straight to her core, which was already swirling with molten need. This was the opportunity that she had been waiting for, although it wasn't entirely planned. After all, the best laid plans are flexible and she was going to take advantage of their bet to get him right where she wanted him. "Want to go somewhere a little quieter for your prize? I'm sleeping over here tonight so that I don't have to drive and I've got one of the guest rooms upstairs. Should still be empty."

She grinned up at him, still wrapped up in his arms, hoping that he would read into the invitation.

******

Being invited up to a bedroom for a massage by his beautiful mystery girl had every cell in Paul's body screaming "YES!" For a moment he almost hesitated, since this kind of invitation seemed open to all sorts of misinterpretation and he didn't want to make assumptions. On the other hand, it didn't hurt to take her offer at face value and hope for more. Normally he wasn't into the one night stand kind of thing with someone that he didn't know, but he really wanted to get to know his lady in pink better. He'd been having a lot of fun with her all evening; she was easy to talk to, funny and sweet, with an impish sense of humor. And apparently as attracted to him as he was to her.

"Sure, mystery girl," he said easily, enjoying the way her face lit up when he accepted. "Lead the way."

Wrapping her fingers through his, the pretty go-go girl pulled him through the crowds of people. Halloween always made for a different kind of party, and a masquerade even more so since you never knew if you were passing by someone you knew or a complete stranger. He did spot Rob heading down to the basement with a sexy little Pocahontas, her face covered with war paint rather than a true mask. The costumes this year were really phenomenal. For a moment he thought of Lily dressed as Yvette again, but that thought flew out of his head as go-go girl began leading him up the stairs.

The bottom of her skirt barely covered that luscious ass and going up the stairs behind her gave him the most fantastic view of her creamy thighs moving back and forth. He couldn't help but try and get a glimpse of what kind of underwear she had on, but the skirt was too tight around her curves and he couldn't see anything. Still, the tantalizing view didn't do anything to help his erection subside. The one that he'd had since he kissed her during beer pong and that was becoming almost painful.

"This way," she said over her shoulder with a flirtatious smile, giving his hand a little squeeze. It was insane how easy and natural it felt to be holding hands with her. She was such a sexy little thing. He was really starting to hope that he got to find out what she looked like under that costume. Or at least get her real name. Phone number. A date. The best part about the mask and her wig was that he knew he wasn't even being superficial. Okay, so he could see that she had a super hot body, but mostly he was attracted to just how fantastically awesome she was.

And that kiss... damn. He'd had to take the opportunity to kiss her again, he hadn't been able to keep his hands off of her after that first one. A third one would be welcome, in fact.

Going into the guest bedroom and shutting the door muffled the sounds of the party raging below them and also gave them their first awkward moment. The light was a little too bright and they were alone for the first time.

Before he could say something to break the tension, she gestured at the bed. "How about you take off that cape and get on my 'massage table'?"

Paul laughed and moved to do as she said, watching her as she plugged in the pumpkin lights that were arranged around the windows, before turning off the overhead light. The room was lit much more softly now, with a very holiday-ish orange glow. Feeling slightly more bold in the semi-romantic lighting, Paul stripped off his shirt and boots and socks too, enjoying the way his mystery girl was obviously drinking in the sight of him. He wanted to be comfortable after all. At least, that was his excuse and he was sticking to it.

Laying down on the bed he gave her his best lazy, I'm sexy but non-threatening smile. "So what's your name mystery girl?"

To his disappointment she shook her head.

"It's Halloween," she replied in a teasing tone of voice. "The whole point is to be someone else tonight. Don Diego." Winking at him, she sat down on the bed and undid her boots, letting them drop to the floor along with the white knee high stockings she was wearing underneath. Paul normally didn't care what a girl wore on her feet but he was kind of sad that she took off the stockings. They were hot.

But he didn't protest as she straddled his hips, her hands coming down on his shoulder blades. He let out a low groan as her fingers dug in, her thumbs pressing into the space between his shoulder blades and spine.

"What am I supposed to call you then?" he asked, nuzzling his head into the comforter underneath him as he relaxed under her skillful ministrations. He liked the feeling of her body resting on him. Curious, he tried to turn his head to see if her position of straddling him had made her skirt ride up, but she pushed his head back down and he gave up. After all, he didn't want to stop the phenomenal rubbing. She was working her way down his back and finding every knot along the way.

"Mystery girl is fine," she teased. "Very holiday appropriate if you think about it."

When he grumbled under his breath she just laughed and dug in deeper to his muscles. Damn she was good at this. Up and down his back she went, smoothing away any tension that she could find there. Of course, the way her weight was coming to rest on his butt wasn't helping his tension in a different area. Hazily he considered making a happy ending joke, just to see how she'd take it, but he didn't want to ruin the good thing he had going already. Then her fingers tapped down the sides of his spine, thumbs rubbing sensuous circles into his lower back in a way that made him moan and he wondered if she'd freak out if he rolled over and took her with him.

"Would you like me to do your front?" she asked, the ends of her wig hair brushing against the back of his neck, her voice low in his ear.

Paul decided to follow his instincts and he rolled over, slowly enough that she could shift her weight and move with him, ending up straddling his groin so that she could feel just how much he was enjoying her massage. For the most part she remained in the same position she had been before, just now on his front with her hands palm down on his stomach. He was pleased to see that her skirt had definitely ridden up and less pleased that it revealed that she was wearing black cotton cheerleader shorts underneath. What was under those, though? Nothing at all? His cock jerked, pressing against her lower body.

"Is that a proposition?" he asked, running his hands up her forearms.

Pretty-in-pink leaned forward so that their faces were only inches apart, her strange pink eyes looking wonderfully seductive through half lowered lids. He had to bite back a groan as the movement caused her to rub along his dick in the most incredible way.

"Would you like it to be?" Somehow her voice had gotten even huskier.

Throwing all caution to the wind Paul wrapped one arm around the back of her waist and the other around her shoulder, gripping the back of her neck to bring her down for a kiss. "Fuck yes," he said fervently, just before their lips met.

*******

Lily felt dizzy, not just from the explosive heat of Paul's lips against hers or the way his arousal was pressing upwards into her sex, but from the absolute rush of having her most cherished fantasy finally coming true. Even if she didn't lose her virginity to him tonight she knew that she would never forget the feel of his bare skin under her hands, the way his muscles had rippled under her fingertips, the way his rigid erection was digging between her legs, and especially she'd never forget these glorious, sizzling hot kisses.

Their tongues twined together, dancing, as he massaged the small of her back with one hand, the other stroking the sensitive skin of her neck. Leaning further into him, with his tightening hold for encouragement, she moaned as her breasts pressed against his broad chest, wishing that she was naked so that she could rub her body against his. Which is when she realized she was doing just that anyway, her hips automatically moving and grinding down on top of him. Her thong must be drenched by now, possibly soaking through the cheerleader shorts she was wearing underneath. Thank god she'd worn those shorts or she'd had never had the courage to straddle him the way she had; she could tell how much he'd liked seeing her straddled across his hips like that from the way his eyes had smoldered when he'd looked at her.

Practically writhing on top of him, she couldn't stop herself from running her hands up and down his body and rubbing them over the hair on his chest as she practically tried to crawl into his mouth. The feel of him bucking underneath her only encouraged her and when he sucked her tongue into his mouth she thought she might faint. The hand on her back drifted even lower, curving over the mound of her butt and she moaned again as he squeezed the soft flesh. His hand was like a brand through the thin fabric of the shorts. Her pussy felt like it was one fire and she rocked against him, dizzily thinking that she might cum just from how hot he was making her right now. Paul was touching her ass! In fact, Paul couldn't seem to get enough of touching her ass.

She wasn't the only one moaning, and suddenly he had both hands down there, gripping her ass hard and moving her back and forth on top of him. The hard length of his dick was rubbing against all her most sensitive spots and she couldn't stop shuddering. Since his hand was no longer on her neck, she pulled away from his lips and began to pepper kisses over his neck, working her way up to his earlobe as she enjoyed the sounds of his groans.

"Oh fuuuuuuck..."

Sucking hard on his earlobe, Lily reveled in the way his body lifted underneath hers. While he had the power to turn her into a quivering mass of pleasure-filled goo, she was delighted to find out how much power she had over him in return. Then one of his hands moved down further, brushing over her pussy lips and Lily nearly cried out with the need for him to touch her more. Harder. To be inside her. She bit down on his earlobe and he cursed again.

"I want you," he said, his voice breathy as he pulled her away from him, looking up into her eyes. "Say yes."

"Yes," she replied. No thinking necessary. This was everything she wanted and more. Seeing the way his face lit up with triumphant lust, hot need running rampant through his eyes, she couldn't help but think how perfect this moment was. Then he ruined it by reaching up and grasping her wig. Immediately Lily put her hands to her head, holding it on securely. "Mmmm, mmm. That's cheating."

"I want to see you," he complained.

Fortunately Lily had already prepared for this moment with a sexy line, having figured that he'd probably want to be able to look at the person he was going to have sex with. She just had to pray that he'd still be willing to go along with it. Grinning seductively at him she sat straight up, wriggling on top of his dick in a way that made him gasp and clutch at her ass again. Twisting her arms up behind her, she started to pull down the zipper of her dress. "You can see every other part of me," she said with a wink. "I want us to keep our secret identities for now. It's sexy."

She could tell that it was only the 'for now" that kept Paul from protesting more. It's why she said it, knowing that she was dangling the bait with the implication that eventually he'd get to see her face. Little did he know that her plan involved her being gone before he woke up in the morning. "For now" allowed him to buy into the sexy game and indulge her and she could tell that it appealed to him.

Especially as she shrugged the top of her dress off and the fabric fell down, bunching in her middle so that he could see her lacy pink bra with her rosy nipples pointing straight through.

"God you're so hot," he murmured as his hands slid up, stroking along her newly bared skin. Lily whimpered a little at the sensual contact, the feel of his fingers on her stomach and heading towards her breasts was almost too sinful to bear. Then he cupped her breasts and she leaned into his hands, feeling her eyes glaze with the pleasure as her pussy throbbed hard. Brushing his thumbs over her nipples created the most intensely pleasurable sensations she'd ever experienced and Lily threw her head back as the ecstasy ran through her like an electric current. "Your skin is like silk."

Before she even knew what was happening she was suddenly flying through the air, landing with a soft thump on the bed - wig fortunately still on - and Paul still between her legs. But now he was looming over her and anxiously tugging her dress down over her hips. Wiggling a little, Lily helped him as she reached up to ensure that her wig was secure and not going anywhere. For a moment she worried about being so thoroughly exposed to Paul - after all, what if he decided he didn't like her body once he could see all of it? - but his eyes ate her up. Even the soft pouch of her stomach that she hated so much was caressed by his eyes.

Hooking his fingers into her cheerleader shorts, he pulled them off almost as quickly as he had her dress. The matching pink lacy thong that she was wearing was completely soaked through and the smell of her arousal wafted up like an intoxicating perfume.

The hungry look that Paul gave her half naked body soothed a lot of the hurt she'd carried for so long over his disinterest in her. Without the stigma of being his best friend's little sister, he couldn't get enough of looking at her, touching her. Lily was happily melting into a puddle of sensual heat at his hands.

"Touch me," she half demanded-half begged, reaching up for him to bring him down to her. The low groan in his throat told her how much he liked that idea and he practically fell on top of her, lips melding to hers in a carnally possessive kiss. Lily thought she might die of the pleasure of skin touching skin, the heat of his upper body searing hers. Stroking her fingers down his back, she found herself pressing her hips upwards, legs wrapped around his thighs as they moved against each other. His thick erection pressed almost painfully into her groin, it was so hard and unyielding against her body.

Paul's hands slid up and down her sides, her skin tingling with every sweep of his fingers. Then he cupped her breasts again, pulling down the lacy cups of her bra and exposing them to his eager touch. Her back arched as he pinched at her nipples, toying with the little buds and sending fresh washes of pleasure spinning through her. Lily found her hands moving lower and lower on his body, teasing at the waistband of his pants, coming closer and closer to the hard steel that was pressing into her. The closer she came the more frantic his movements on top of her became, his hands squeezing her breasts almost roughly as he became more and more excited.

Pushing him hard on one shoulder, Lily surprised him enough that she was able to push him off of her, although he didn't have time to protest before she was back on top of him, straddling him again.

Laughing, Paul caressed her hips. "Pushy little thing, aren't you mystery girl?"

"You have no idea," Lily murmured, winking back at him saucily, relieved that he didn't seem to be upset about her taking the lead. Things had just been moving so quickly, she had started to get nervous, unsure if she was ready for the main event yet. But there were other things they could do while she worked up the courage.

Leaning forward, she kissed him deeply, dragging it out into sweet seduction, as she wriggled on top of him. The way his hips moved underneath her said that he liked this new position, with all her softest parts rubbing against his erection through the fabric of their clothing. It was much more intimate now that she was down to her thong. Reaching behind her back, Paul undid her bra clasp, pulling the dainty garment from her body and tossing it away. Now his hands were completely unhindered as he cupped and massaged the creamy globes, tugging at her nipples until she was whimpering against her mouth.

Despite her position on top, Lily found that she had only the illusion of control as Paul tugged her body forward to bring his lips to her one rosy nipple. Licking the tender bud, he quickly sucked it into his mouth, making Lily writhe and gasp on top of him as this new sensation jolted through her. The small mewling noises she made as he lavished attention on her sensitive nub seemed to be driving him wild, intensifying his efforts as Lily's nails dug into his shoulders.

Loathe as she was to cease the incredible sensations, Lily eventually pulled away, her nipples beautifully budded with arousal, one shiny with the evidence of Paul's lips. Scooting backwards, Lily kissed her way down his body, delighting in discovering that his smaller nipples were just as sensitive as hers. She toyed with them, licking her way inwards to the tiny bumps, which she sucked into her mouth and bit down gently on. The spasm that it created in Paul made her giggle as she wriggled further down, exploring his body with her fingers and mouth.

"Fuck..." he moaned as her teeth sc****d over the underside of his ribs, a surprisingly sensitive spot. She began pushing down the elastic waistband of his pants as her mouth moved lower, excitement pounding in her chest as she came closer and closer to revealing the part of Paul that she'd never seen before. As much as she'd enjoyed finally getting her hands all over his upper body, it wasn't a new sight for her. Soon he'd be wearing nothing but the mask on his face and she couldn't wait.

Tugging his pants down, Lily was almost awed as she pulled the garment down past his hips, revealing the turgid length of his manhood. It was long and thick, with a plump mushroom head. Veins ran up its dark pink length, the engorged head looking almost red and angry as it bobbed next to her face. Could this thing really fit inside her? It was bigger than any dildo she'd ever played with... holy crap, he could seriously break her vagina! She wrapped her fingers around its impressive girth as she stared in amazement and it jerked in her hand as Paul groaned his encouragement, one hand coming down on her wig and tightening. The distraction of having him tug at the wig brought her back to earth and she gently removed his fingers from her disguise as she pulled his pants the rest of the way down and off of his body.

"Put your hands above your head and hold onto the headboard," she ordered as she maneuvered to kneel between his legs.

"Giving orders now?" Paul teased, looking both amused and anxious as she ran her hands up the insides of his legs. The size of his cock was still frightening, but she was hoping that giving herself a closer acquaintance with it would ease some of her worries. That and she just wanted to touch him.

"Yes, and if you want your treat instead of a trick then you'd better do as I say," she said, curling her fingers around the heavy sack that was hanging below his male organ, caressing the soft flesh and tugging gently in a way that made him shudder and gasp. That ended any further argument and he reached above without protest, holding onto the bars in the headboard. "Now you'd better keep them there and not muss up my... wig."

The wink she gave him left it clear that she was still playing the mystery girl game and didn't want him ruining it by trying to hold onto such a vital piece of her disguise while she intimately acquainted herself with his dick. Not giving him a chance to respond, Lily lowered her face to his groin, inhaling the spicy, musky scent of his body as she licked him from base to crown in one long, slow swipe of her tongue.

******

Normally Paul preferred to be in control of any amorous encounter with a woman, and normally women liked that, but he had to admit there was something exciting about following the orders of his mystery girl. And there was something incredibly hot about letting her have her way with his body as he held onto the headboard, although he was glad that he wasn't in actual restraints. He didn't think he would like that so much.

But it was nice to lay back and enjoy her licking her way up his length like his cock was a popsicle and she was starving for a sweet treat. Even better, she continued to caress and gently squeeze his balls as she worshiped his dick with her mouth, sending all sorts of incredible sensations crawling up his spine as she began to lick around the underside of his mushroom head. He'd seen the look on her face when she'd gotten a good look at the size of him and had enjoyed knowing that he was definitely the biggest guy she'd ever laid eyes on. There was always something incredibly satisfying about the look of combined interest and trepidation that just the sight of him could cause in a woman.

"Aww.... holy shit that feels good..." he said as she wrapped her lips around his head and sucked the crown of his dick into her mouth. The wet warm suction was phenomenal, and her tongue teased his pee slit, making him jerk his hips upward as his body tried to bury itself in that accommodating orifice. The slow, inexorable slide down his length had his balls boiling. Every inch or so she'd pull back up to the crown and then begin to slide down again, until he was almost whimpering with his need for her mouth to engulf him completely.

Somehow she seemed to know when he'd reached the point where he was about to let go of the headboard, and she began to bob her head more rapidly, taking more and more of his length as she delicately rolled his balls between her fingers. With a loud groan Paul thrust upwards into her mouth, burying himself almost completely between her lips. Although her glittery lipstick had rubbed off during the course of the evening, this was still better than the fantasy he'd had of sliding between her lips. Her expression was eager, almost dream-like, as if she was enjoying sucking him as much as he was enjoying having her do so.

There was nothing sexier than a woman who appreciated her work.

Then she deep-throated him and his body practically levitated. He'd never had someone able to do that before. The tight feel of her throat muscles clenching around the bulbous head of his cock was incredible, her tongue lashing the underside of his length, and then she was pulling away again, gasping for air as she did so. Only a moment later she was sliding all the way back down again, until her lips pressed against his groin and he thought he might pass out from the heavenly pleasure of being balls deep in her hot mouth.

He wanted to make this last forever so he held out as long as he good, just enjoying the molten suction, the way her lips pressed firmly around his length as she slid up and down, and the explorations of her tongue every time she reached the tip. Gripping the bars above his head tightly, it took every ounce of his willpower not to reach down to that pink, bobbing head. The wicked glances that she occasionally shot up at him made him want to turn her over and pound her hard until he'd sated himself in her sweet body, but he didn't want to stop the best blow job of his life either.

Despite his attempt to keep a tight rein on his libido, he could feel the orgasm starting to rise in the base of his spine, his balls tingling with awareness. His mystery girl hadn't given him an ounce of mercy, the steady suction on his cock and her tireless enjoyment of orally pleasuring him, was overcoming the last of his resistance.

"Stop," he said, lowering his hands, even though asking her to quit was the last thing he wanted to do, but he didn't want to end their little encounter sooner than he had to either. "I'm gonna cum."

To his shock, pretty-in-pink released his balls and grabbed his wrists, holding them down on either side of his body as she practically vacuumed his cock back down into her throat. The combination of her ascendancy over his body and the tight lock of her lips around the base of his dick sent him over the edge. He didn't have the strength to pull his hands out of her tight grip, all of his blood seemed to be rushing straight into his groin as his balls tightened and his dick began to pulse.

Her lips slid back just a little as she worked her throat, swallowing the hot jets of fluid that were pumping into his mouth as he spasmed uncontrollably beneath her, hands grasping at her wrists as she worked him over. The orgasm was so intense after all the build up and his resistance that he thought he might actually be seeing stars, bright pink and white dazzling fireworks that burst in front of his eyes as she milked him dry.

The soft suckling of her mouth continued, tongue lapping at the underside of his shaft as it began to soften in her mouth. Although it didn't dwindle past half-hard, as she continued to suck at his sensitive flesh, like she couldn't get enough of him.

It only took a minute or two for Paul to gather himself before he opened his eyes, his strength returning to his limbs. Mystery girl had taken his control away from him, actually managed to hold him down as she brought him to climax with that damned talented mouth, and had ignored him when he told her to stop. While his body might be satiated from the incredible orgasm, the alpha-male inside of him had been given him a challenge that he couldn't ignore.

"My turn," he growled.

******

Despite the fact that Paul had already sent her flying through the air once, in a very impressive display of erotic aggression, his second throw down of the evening was a thing of pure beauty. He'd barely growled at her, in a tone that made her shiver all the way down to her toes, before she felt his hands twisting out from under hers and then they were under her arms and she was spinning. In one easy movement, Paul had pulled her from the bottom of the bed to put her flat on her back with her head actually resting on a pillow. Lily knew that she wasn't exactly dainty, but that's how Paul made her feel. Dainty and feminine and oh so sexy as he loomed over her on his knees, the impressive weapon between his legs already starting to thicken again as he stared down at her with all the hunger of a predator on the hunt.

Instinctively, Lily curved her back and turned her head slightly, keeping her eyes on his, baring her body and neck to him, making an offering of herself. Paul's eyes practically glowed as he stroked his finger up the center of her sodden thong, pressing ever so gently against her clit and watching as Lily writhed with reaction, her hands coming down to hold his wrist.

Quick as a whip, Paul had both of her wrists in his and was holding them above her head, his body hard and hot against hers. She moaned as she realized that he now had her in the same position she'd requested of him, but he hadn't made it a request, he'd just taken control over her body and was arranging her for his pleasure. Their eyes only inches apart, his hooded almost lazily as he lowered his mouth for a kiss.

Lily whimpered and mewled as his probing kiss was accompanied by his fingers stroking the outside of her thong. Widening her thighs, she pushed her hips upwards, wanting more contact. He drank in her cries as his fingers slipped past the thin barrier of fabric and began to stroke her molten folds, quickly becoming coated in the sweet cream of her body. Teasing her feminine core, his fingers probed her slick folds, teasing the entrance of her body and circling around her swollen clit, careful not to come into actual contact with the bundle of nerves.

When he released her lips and bent his head to her breasts, Lily found herself practically thrashing beneath him as she struggled to remove her hands from his tight clasp, needing to touch herself, to touch him.

"Please, please, please, please..." she begged over and over, far too incoherent to actually describe what she so desperately needed. Through the hazy sheen of lust she saw Paul smiling as he licked her nipples, teasing the hard buds with his tongue, and if she'd been less undone by her lust then she might have recognized the look of masculine pride on his face as he enjoyed her sensual pleas.

When he pressed his fingers inside of her they both moaned, his thick digits tunneling into her core with slow, gentle thrusts as he stretched open her untried tunnel.

"Fuck you're tight," he groaned around a mouthful of breast.

"Oh God..." was all Lily could say back as he found a spot deep inside of her that caused her entire body to quiver as his fingertips rubbed against it. Paul sucked a nipple into his mouth and bit down on it, stroking his fingers over that spot again, and it was like there was a direct line between her nipple and the sweet spot inside of her; her body tightened around his invading fingers, which felt even better.

Lily thrashed on the bed, her wrists pushing against his hand as the swirling tension in her core seemed to coalesce into a tight ball of fiery need. "PLEASE!"

Then his thumb pressed against her clit, rubbing the engorged bud, as he pressed inside of her again. The suction of her nipple deep into his mouth barely registered as she fell over the edge of rapture, her loud cries echoing in her ears she undulated against his body, spinning cartwheels of heat rioting through her body. The orgasm was so much more intense than any she'd ever given herself, the sensation of Paul's fingers deep inside her tight hole was the most incredible experience so far in her life.

She rode his hand through the waves of her climax, whimpering as he wrung a few more aftershocks from her pleasure soaked folds, obviously enjoying his mastery over her responses and the fact that he'd brought her to such an intense release so quickly.

Still feel dazed from the rocking ecstasy she'd just experienced, Lily barely noticed as Paul pulled away and began to tug her thong from her body. Meekly she allowed him to slide it down her legs and then spread her creamy thighs back open to drink in the sight of her puffy pink folds, slick with her orgasm. She made quite a sight with her pink hair, softening pink nipples that were still wet with his saliva, and the glistening dark pink core which was uncovered by any hair.

Paul leaned forward and licked over her bare mound, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"No hints to hair color either, huh?" he teased.

Lily smiled back at him a little lopsidedly, just now remembering that she was still in disguise, her wig felt a little loose but her mask was still firmly on her face. It was surprising how easy it was to forget that she was hiding who she was from Paul, mostly because of how right it felt between the two of them.

Smiling sexily at him, Lily lowered her hands from either side of her head down to cup her breasts, gently pinching her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. She didn't want him wondering too much about who she was behind the mask and any distraction that would get them back on track to her real goal for the evening seemed like a good idea. Paul watched as if hypnotized