A Most Unusual RomanceChapter 4
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The company Halloween party. I hated it, but you scored big points with bosses for attending, assuming they saw you among 300 staff milling around the dim hotel ballroom.
My costume was the same low-effort as last year: vampire teeth and a high-collared cape, hair slicked into a widow’s peak. I had just arrived, standing at the edge of the crowd, nodding and yelling pleasantries over the thumping music to coworkers as they passed.
Scanning the crowd, it seemed pirates and sexy witch costumes were still popular. Not much imagination in this crowd, but we were an accounting firm after all.
“You’re here!” An adorable Tinkerbell smiled up at me. It took a moment to recognize who it was.
“Cindy! Hi. Nice to see you.”
Her huge eyes gleamed. She pulled me into an unexpected hug, laying her head against my chest. “I’m so happy to see you again, Richard. So happy.”
I hugged back, feeling awkward.
Cindy worked in Records, organizing and delivering files. I suspected she had a thing for me: twenty-three people worked in Records, but every time I called down for a file, it was always Cindy who delivered it. Then she lingered like a needy puppy, awkward and shy, trying to make small talk, maybe even trying to flirt.
It was cute. And she was cute: short, with a sunny face splashed with freckles, ginger hair in a short pixie cut, nice boobs and an ass maybe a little large on her short frame from her wide hips. I might have gone for her but knew the hassle I’d get from coworkers for dating a mere clerk.
Cindy released me from her hug and stood back, beaming.
“Like my costume?” She spun.
The Tinkerbell dress was vivid green, cut like she made it from large leaves. It left her shoulders bare, exposing more freckles that trailed to the top of her boobs straining against the bustier of the dress. Arching behind were tall fairy wings attached at the waist that spread to reveal her bare back.
She was adorable and sexy as hell.
“You look gorgeous,” I smiled. “That’s a perfect costume for you, Cindy.”
Her eyes widened and a blush appeared before she hid her face.
“I’m so glad you like it.”
“Haven’t seen you around the office lately,” I said, leaning down so she could hear over the music.
“Oh, I’ve been there,” she said. I really need a drink”
Cute as Cindy was, I wanted to schmooze the crowd, make sure at least one board member saw me, then leave. Or if I could find Rachel from Finance, maybe hook up with her again. Over a year ago we shared a scorching one-nighter I remembered fondly.
Before I realized it, we were standing at the bar. The bartender focused on my cute companion, ignoring me. Cindy ordered two shooters and downed both immediately.
“Whoa, girl. You don’t want to get hammered here. If you make a fool of yourself you could be out of a job.”
She smiled. “Liquid courage.” Again she flashed a strange expression. “Let’s dance.”
Friends have told me I dance like a scarecrow stomping cockroaches. Cindy surprised me—she was sinuous and lively, never taking her eyes off mine, holding my hands, spinning, swirling, shaking her wings. When a ballad came on she crushed against me like an old lover and pulled my hands around her as we swayed.
During the next up-tempo song she turned her back and ground against me, the plastic wings nearly wapping my face. I held her hips, trying not to peer down her top at her lovely boobs.
The shy little mouse was turning me on. Cindy must have noticed, because she started grinding against my growing hardness and reached a hand back to run her fingertips across the back of my neck.
In moments I found us in the hall outside the ballroom, standing against a wall necking and pawing each other like teenagers. Though people walked by, Cindy guided my hand to one boob, then down her top to cup one warm bare breast. She held my hand there, eyes closed and swaying as I massaged her chest.
“Cindy,” I said, enjoying her boob and hardening nipple, “I don’t want to lead you on. We can’t do this.”
She popped open her eyes. “Sure we can. We’re doing it right now.”
Looking around self-consciously at the passersby, I said, “I’m lead actuary for manufacturing and transport and, uh—”
“—and I’m only a clerk, right?”
“Well, yeah. Sorry.”
She tugged my hand out of her top. “Richard, you’re not really like that. Everyone else on your floor treats me like garbage. You always talked to me. Joked with me. Even when I just stood in your door trying...”
I raised an eyebrow “Trying...?”
“Trying to ask you out. Trying not to kiss you. Trying not to jump you!” She flushed then turned away.
Wow. She really did have a thing for me. I had no idea it was that bad.
I put a hand on her shoulder and turned her to face me. “Hey,” I said, lifting her chin. “I’m sorry. All day I’m surrounded by arrogant pricks. It’s easy to become one too. You’re right. Fuck what people think.”
She looked up. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I smiled.
We stood for a moment looking at each other in silence.
“Sooo...” I said, “You wanted to jump me in my office? Seriously?”
Cindy blushed again. “Worse. I wanted to hide under your desk and blow you while you had a meeting. I wanted to bend over your desk and beg you to take me like a dog. I wanted... oh, I wanted lots of things.”
It was my turn to blush. “So naughty. You're really dirty for a G-rated fairy, Tink.”
She grinned. “I’m thinking more dirty things right now. Want to try them?”
I considered. There would be consequences, but with the way she was looking at me I didn’t care.
“Your place or mine?” I said.
“No! We can’t leave! Uh, I mean, why wait? Let’s find a place here. Then we can go.” She stood and yanked me towards the foyer.
Chuckling, I followed. Who could have guessed the mousy little clerk would be so hot and so eager?
The coatroom was all we could find. Long, narrow, and abandoned, the rows of coats hid us from view and muffled sound. I pressed Cindy face-first against the far wall, massaging both breasts from behind while nipping and kissing the back of her neck and shoulders.
Cindy giggled with delight and reached back to rake her nails up my neck and back of my head, sending jolts straight to my dick. Soon I was working her panties down her legs to begin toying with her already slick pussy.
“Is this how you wanted me to take you? From behind?”
“Yes. Oh, God, yes...”
I kept playing with her, enjoying how worked up she was getting. When I swiped a fingertip lightly across her swollen clit, Cindy gasped and stiffened, holding my hand firm between her legs. I felt contractions and more wetness. The little hottie had come from only a few moments of being played with.
While she recovered, I undid my pants and let them fall. Despite the risk of us getting caught, I wanted to fuck her right there.
Bending her forward, I flipped up the hem of her leafy dress to bare her lovely wide bum, pale and firm. Her pink slit was puffy and glistening with readiness. Cindy cooed and wriggled when I rubbed myself along her opening from behind.
She pushed back and gave a small squeak when I popped just past the tight ring of her opening. She felt glorious. Her bare back and neck, flushed from excitement and her submissive position was beyond sexy. I would have to concentrate if I was going to last.
We groaned in unison when I sank into her deeper. She braced against the wall when I grabbed her hips and started working in and out, sliding deeper each time until I was balls deep in her steamy snug passage. Cindy lifted her head and looked back. Her expression of lust and eagerness made my heart lurch.
I started taking her from behind, pulling out before smoothly sinking back in while she braced herself, moaning and panting. She was so short I had to bend my knees low to get the right angle. Cindy helped by tilting her hips and spreading her legs wide, offering herself completely.
After a few strokes, Cindy straightened, dislodging me from her wonderful passage. She turned and wrapped her arms around my neck. “I want to see your face while you fuck me,” she breathed. “I miss seeing your face.”
She nearly knocked me over when she jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and kissing me hard. I grabbed her ass to support her and pushed her back against the coatroom wall. Cindy held one hand behind my neck and used the other to line me up with her opening. She sighed with joy as I pushed all the way in. She felt incredible, and her look of happiness made it even better.
I fucked her hard, jamming her against the wall as she clung and moaned, her legs clamped around me, my hands supporting her under her ass. I couldn’t recall ever being so turned on, so eager, so hungry. I didn’t really know her, yet felt we shared some connection I wanted to explore.
Later. At the moment my only thought was fucking her, reveling in the sensation of her lush body against mine, the warm slick grip of her tight passage, her delightful gasps and groans of pleasure.
“Slow down,” she breathed. “Please... make it last.”
I tried. Taking a breath, I stopped hammering her like a rutting teenager and began to take her lovingly; pushing in slow enough to feel every ridge of her passage, every squeeze of my dick. Once fully embedded, I gave her short little thrusts that drew unladylike grunts of passion from her, then pulled out with agonizing slowness only to repeat the process.
Cindy started panting, her eyes alternating between looking deep into mine, looking down to where we joined, then becoming lidded, losing focus as the sensations overtook her, head lolling.
However long we kept at it I couldn’t tell. Cindy urged me on as I took her, whispering “fuck me, take me, use me, love me” between animal grunts and joyful gasps, working back against me, trying to force me as deep into her as I could go.
I gritted my teeth and maintained control, fucking the hot little wonder until she froze, looked at me wide-eyed then drew me into her hard as she came. Inside, the steady squeezing sensation and the knowledge I had made her come again sent me exploding into release. I filled her again and again with everything I had, continuing to ram into her, never wanting it to end. Finally I softened and slipped from her, drained and weak.
We found ourselves on the tile of the floor, overcoats above us, laughing and caressing, kissing and embracing.
“Wow... I should have dragged you into a coatroom years ago. That was great.” I smiled at Cindy. “YOU were great.”
She stroked my cheek, smiling, still flushed and breathing hard. Then her smile became that odd sad look again.
“What?” I asked. “I didn’t live up to your fantasies?”
Cindy hugged me, but somehow I barely felt it. I shivered, feeling a chill.
“Oh, Richard. It was better than I imagined. So much better. Yes, we should have done it a long time ago.”
“Well then, let’s go to my place. Make up for lost time.” I kissed her, but my lips felt numb, like I had been at the dentist.
“We can’t.”
“Of course we can. Don’t worry. I don’t care who sees us leaving together. Fuck ‘em.”
“No. It’s not that.” She paused. “Richard, what do you remember about this past year? Since the last Halloween party?”
“What do you mean? It was another ordinary year in boring old insurance. Nothing much changes, right?”
“Do you remember an employee died on the night of the party last year?”
I tried to recall, but my memories were more feelings than anything vivid. Maybe there was something...
“Uh, I think I remember something about that. Why? Wasn’t anyone I knew or I would have heard. There are so many people in our building.”
Cindy squeezed my arm, but there was numbness and cold.
“Richard, there’s a reason you don’t remember seeing me much this past year.”
She was looking at me a little strange. I felt odd. Sick. Cindy lay beside me but when I looked at her, it was like she was far away.
“Oh,” I laughed. “This is a ghost story, right? For Halloween? Let me guess: it was you who died. Now you’ve come back from the beyond to fuck your dream guy. Not very original, Cindy. Plenty of movies are like that. Though I never understood how anyone could fuck a ghost.”
Cindy pursed her lips. “There are ways.”
She seemed even further away, and I felt queasy. I was beginning to suspect food poisoning from the buffet earlier.
“No,” she said, “I didn’t come back, Richard. You did.”
I laughed even as my vision swam and a cold sickness washed through me. Yep, food poisoning for sure. I’d sue the hotel. I’d sue the firm.
“Okay, sure,” I snorted. “Somehow I died and never noticed. The firm must be delighted I’m such a good ‘spirit’, working hard all year despite the minor handicap of, you know... being dead.”
Cindy looked at me gravely. “Do you really remember the past year?”
“Of course! We had the... there was the... oh, and that time when...” Fog. Nothing from last year was clear, yet I recalled events from years before perfectly.
“That night,” Cindy said, “I was here. Waiting, in this costume. I picked it out just for you. I was determined to finally tell you how I felt. Like I did tonight.” She turned away and sobbed then looked back. “You never showed. On Monday they emailed everyone saying you died. Collision with some drunk driver on your way here.”
“That’s morbid, Cindy. This isn’t funny anymore.”
“I couldn’t stand it. Years fantasizing about you, only to lose you just when I finally worked up some courage? It wasn’t fair! It wasn’t right. So I did something. Something I shouldn’t have.”
“What?” I said, still feeling ill but not buying a word of it. “You cloned me, or turned me into a zombie, or made me into a brain in a jar or something?”
“My family is strong in, uh... certain arts. It’s in our blood going back centuries. I don’t practice much anymore, but my sisters and aunts do. It took all of us to do it, but sometimes you can recall a soul. Just once, for a few hours. Make them mostly corporeal, but to only one person if their will is strong. You must have noticed no one else saw you tonight.”
I thought back to everyone passing me in the ballroom. The bartender. No one actually spoke to me, or even nodded in my direction. I just figured either they didn’t recognize me in the costume or didn’t hear.
Cindy continued: “The spell probably only worked because you died on Halloween when the spirit world is so close. That helps a lot. And because I was determined to see you again.”
She looked at me with anguish. “It was selfish not to let you rest. I’m sorry. And there will be hell to pay... literally.”
It wasn’t possible. She was putting me on. But something rang true. All night I felt odd. It was the same feeling I got when I had to travel on business for more than a week—that grimy, disjointed weariness of being away too long. I couldn’t even recall how I got to the party.
Cindy seemed even further away now, and I felt fuzzy, sick and confused.
I heard her sobbing. “I’m sorry, Richard. But it was worth it. So worth it. I finally got to have you. I finally got to tell you.”
Somehow she grabbed me and kissed me hard. That time I felt it: blazing hot, full of lust, full of love, and full of regret from what might have been if I hadn’t worried what people thought, if she had found courage earlier, if we had just followed our hearts.
I tried hugging her back, tried telling her it was okay, tried telling her I... but she was gone. I was gone. Forever.
Avriella
- 10.05.2021
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