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First of all, I want to tell you that I hated Halloween!  I hated it when I was younger, and I still did at the time all of this took place.  It wasn't always that way, but one year, when I was twelve, some badass teenagers beat me up and took the bag of goodies I had gathered after several hours of going from door to door in my neighborhood.

I can still remember the biggest of the teens yelling at me as I lay on someone's lawn, "Trick or treat, aye kid?  This year you get TRICK!"

It was the last year I went trick-or-treating.  I just stayed home, passed out candy, and warned the little goblins about the bullies.  My mom tried to make me go and drag along my little brother, but I would always be sick on that evil day.

When I got to high school, there would be this party or that party to celebrate Halloween, but I never went to any of them, that is, not until my senior year.

I was never a real popular guy in school.  I didn't play sports, I didn't belong to any clubs, and as a result, I didn't date.  I never considered myself an ugly kid.  I just wasn't all that handsome.  I got decent grades and was never in any trouble.  I guess I was what you'd call average.

The buzz around school that year was about Cindy Martin's upcoming Halloween party.  The party promised to be the social event of the fall, and most of the kids in my class were going.

Cindy was one of the more popular girls in school.  She was really cute, wore the latest styles, and only dated boys who played on the football team.  Although she wasn't a cheerleader, she was allowed to be part of the in-crowd.  There were rumors around school about Cindy going all the way with a couple of her dates, but you know how high school rumors are.

I had a math class with Cindy, and she personally handed me my invitation to the party.  I was polite, accepted the handwritten request, and thanked her.  Even though she held such a high status among the members of my class, she didn't intimidate me.  To me, she was just another student.

My best friend, Frank Thompson, asked me every day if I was planning to attend and whom I was taking.  My stock answer was, "I don't plan to go, I hate Halloween!"

"Come on, Ed," Frank would say.  "You have to go.  You must know some chick who’ll go out with you."

"Frank, even if I did, I don't want to go," I'd tell him.

My resistance was due, in great part, to the fact I didn't know a girl who would consider going out with me.  I was eighteen and had never been out with a girl.  My sexual knowledge was obtained from men's magazines and cheap paperback novels.  In my mind, I was a great lover, but in real life, my right hand was my only lover.

It was a Saturday morning, one week before the party when my mother told me she wanted me to take Gail Johnson to the party.  Gail was my father's business partner's daughter, and she wanted to go to the affair.

Gail didn't go to my school; she attended an all-girls' school across town.  Gail and I knew each other from parties and dinners our parents held, but we hadn't seen each other for a couple of years.  She wasn't a dog, but she wasn't a beauty queen either.  Whenever we met, Gail’s clothing seemed out of place.  Everything she wore was baggy.  I never saw her in tight jeans or tops like the other girls.  If she wore a skirt or dress, they were long.  If she wore pants, they always looked like they were a size too big.  Her tops were also baggy and gave no indication of the size of her chest.

My mom pleaded with me to take Gail to the party, and by the end of the weekend, I gave in.  I didn't decide to go because of my mother's ability to persuade me.  It was my father's threat of losing my car privileges, making me agree to go.  I didn't own a car and depended on one of my parents' vehicles for transportation.

On Sunday night, I called Gail, at my parents' insistence, asked her to go to the party.  Then I listened to her talk for the next twenty minutes.  She told me about her school, her four-point grade average, and the college she would attend after graduation.  I asked her what she was going to dress as, but she told me it would have to be a surprise.  When I asked her what I should wear, she offered no help.

After I hung up the telephone, it dawned on me just what I had done.  I was going to a Halloween party with a girl I barely knew, and I had absolutely no idea what to wear.

I called on my mother to help me come up with a costume that wouldn't be too lame.  She gave me several suggestions, all of them useless as far as I was concerned.

Frank hunted me down on Monday and once again started his relentless quest to get me to go to Cindy's party.  I had a great day, telling him I wasn't going just like I had in the past.  It wasn't until we met after school I told him I was going.

"No, shit!" said Frank.  "You're really going?  Who are you going to take?"

"You don't know her," I said.

Frank repeatedly asked who I was taking to the party, but I wouldn't tell him.  It wasn't I didn't want him to know.  I just wasn't about to admit my parents forced me into the whole thing.

"I have no idea what to dress as," I told Frank.  "Any ideas?"

Frank told me he was going to dress as Frankenstein, and I quickly said I couldn't do it.  Frank was over six feet tall, stocky and could get away with it, but at five-seven, I didn't think it would work for me.

I walked home with Frank, and we went through a bevy of things I could go as.  By the time we had reached my house, I had decided a werewolf would be as good as anything.

I asked my mom about helping me with my costume, but she said it would be easier to rent one.  We took off in her car and went to several costume shops in search of the outfit I would wear to the party.  The search for a costume was fruitless.  At this late date, the costume shops were out of anything I would even consider wearing.

During the ride home, my mom came up with an idea I really liked.  She told me she would dig out my dad's old leather jacket and buy me a pair of tight black jeans.  Combined with a white crewneck tee shirt, I would become a greaser out of the fifties.

The following Saturday afternoon, my mom helped me get ready for the party.  By this time, my stomach was churning in anticipation of the evening's festivities.  Like I said before, I'd never been to a party, let alone a Halloween party.

When my mom was finished with me, my medium length brown hair was black and slicked back on my head with some sort of grease, she said all the boys used back then.  The jeans she bought me were too tight and made it hard to move.  I did like the tee shirt and black leather jacket though.

Before handing me the keys to his Lincoln, my dad told me to behave and treat Gail nice.  He reminded me she was his partner's daughter, and there would be hell to pay if I messed up.  After I promised him I'd be a gentleman, he gave me the keys, and I left to pick up my date.

I must have stood on Gail's front porch for ten minutes before I mustered up enough nerve to ring the doorbell.  Mr. Johnson greeted me, invited me in, and told me Gail would be downstairs in a few minutes.

My palms were wet with sweat, and I fidgeted as I sat in the living room, waiting for Gail.  Her father gave me a short speech about how he expected me to treat his daughter and told me to have her home by one.

"Yes, sir," I choked out.  "I'll be sure to be back on time."

I thought he was going to continue, but Gail and her mother came into the room and rescued me.  She was wearing a beige trench coat buttoned to the neck, preventing me from seeing what she was wearing.

"Hi Ed," said Gail.  "I really like your costume.  I think the fifties look is cool."

Gail's face was made up to look like a cat, and she wore a pair of velvet ears on her head.  Her raven hair was pinned up, and her fingernails were covered with black nail polish.  My guess was she was wearing one of the many cat costumes my mom, and I had seen, under her coat.

After telling her parents goodbye, we left her house and went to my dad's car.  I opened her door, and she slid into the passenger's seat, holding her coat closed.  I could see her legs were covered with black nylons, but only from mid-calf to the black shoes on her feet.  She tossed the large purse she carried into the backseat and fastened her seatbelt.

Gail talked non-stop from her house to the party.  She asked if I had a girlfriend and I shook my head no.  When she asked if I had ever had a girlfriend, she grinned when I once again shook my head.

"I don't have a boyfriend, either," she said.  "In fact, this is my first real date.  I've been out with a group of kids before, but never on a car date with a boy.  I was so shocked when you asked me to go to the party, and my dad said I could go."

Her last sentence set the alarm off in my head.  I distinctly remembered my mom telling me Gail wanted to go to the party, and I was to take her because of the relationship between our fathers.

"Wait a minute," I said, interrupting her babble.  "I thought you wanted to go to Cindy's party."

"I have no idea who this Cindy is, Ed.  I didn't know anything about the party until you called me last Saturday."

My mind went into overdrive.  I tried to recall my mother's exact words, and was sure she told me it was Gail's idea.  I was smart enough to keep my mouth shut and not let on I'd been bamboozled but vowed to confront my parents the minute I got home.  I hated being tricked as much as I hated the holiday.

We arrived at Cindy's large house, found a place to park and headed for the door.  Cindy met us and asked us in.  Once inside the house, Cindy asked if she could take Gail's coat and Gail began to unbutton the long garment.

Gail's back was to me when she opened the coat and began to slide it off her arms.  Cindy told her how cute she looked and grinned at Gail.  When her wrap came off, and Gail handed it to Cindy, I stopped breathing.

I stood with my mouth hanging open as Gail turned to face me.

"How do you like my costume?" she asked.

I tried to talk, but no sound would come out.  Gail was wearing a sheer black bodysuit over a lacy black bra.  The bodysuit was cut like a tank top with one-inch strips of the see-through fabric running from the low cut front, over her shoulders to her back.  She also wore a black thong under the bodysuit, barley covered her mons.

She turned slowly so I could get a good look at her and I gasped when I noticed her ass wasn't covered at all.  The tiny thong disappeared between her globes, and it was as if she wasn't wearing any underwear at all.  The only thing keeping her bottom from being exposed was the black tail hanging from a ribbon around her trim waist.

The material was so sheer I could make out the stitching on her bra and thong.  Gail's arms were covered by long tubes of the same material, held in place by thin rings around her thumb and middle finger.

For the first time since I'd known her, I was able to see her body.  Gail's breasts were about the size of grapefruits, and the bra she wore could only contain about half of her mounds.  Her waist narrowed to her hips and then her hips flared, her bottom was round and looked firm.

"Well, Ed, do you like it or not?" Gail asked.

All I could muster was a faint "WOW!"

Gail giggled and said, "I guess that means yes."

Cindy came out of the foyer closet and led us to the basement stairs.  We walked down the steps, me following Gail and staring at her ass.  Once we were mingling with the crowd, I pulled her aside to talk.

"Does your dad know you're dressed like this, Gail?" I stuttered.

"Are you kidding me?  My dad would kill me if he saw me like this," she giggled.  "My mom knows, but not my dad."

"You look great," I said.  "I never knew..."

Gail laughed and said, "You never knew I had a body?  I dress kind of conservatively most of the time, but tonight I wanted to be different."

Gail moved close and whispered, "I wanted to be sexy for you."

My heart stopped, and I searched for something to say.  Much to my relief, Frank and a girl came over and said hi to us.  I introduced Gail, and then Frank introduced Karen, his date, to Gail.  After talking for a moment, Gail asked for a soda and Frank, and I went to get one for each of the girls.

"Where the hell did you find her?" Frank asked as soon as we were out of range for the girls to hear.  "She's a fox!"

I quickly told him about being set up with Gail and how my mom deceived me.

"You're one lucky bastard, Ed.  My mom would never set me up with a chick who looks like she does," Frank said.  "I'll bet you're glad you decided to come to the party now."

I nodded and agreed things weren't as bad as I'd thought they'd be.  We got sodas for all of us, went back to where we left the girls and handed each of them a can.  The four of us stood around, talking while about every guy I knew from school came over to see who I was with.

The driving music changed to a slow song, and Gail asked me to dance with her.  I told her I didn't know how, but she wouldn't take no for an answer.  We parked our cans of Soda on a table and went to the area in the basement that was cleared for dancing.

I fumbled to hold her in a classic dance embrace, but Gail would have no part of it.  She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulled me to her, and started to move.  I began to sway with my arms dangling at my sides, but Gail slid her hands down my arms and pulled them around her.

When she replaced her arm around my neck, she once again pulled me to her.  Our dance was more of an extended hug set to the slow rhythm of the music.  Our feet remained in place as we swayed from side to side.  After a few minutes of dancing, Gail opened my leather jacket, slid her hands inside, and pressed her breasts against my chest.  She put her face against mine and continued to move to the music.

"Are you sorry you brought me to this party, Ed?" Gail whispered in my ear.

"No, why do you ask?" I replied, keeping my voice as low as hers was.

"Because of what you said in the car, you seemed shocked when I told you I didn't know about the party."

"I was a little shocked, I thought my mom told me you wanted to come, but I guess I misunderstood her."

Gail moved her hands on my back, rubbing slowly from my shoulder blades to the waistband of my tight jeans.  She hummed softly to the song and pushed her chest against mine.  I could feel my cock growing in the confines of the jeans, and I was soon uncomfortable.

"I'm thrilled you asked me, Ed.  I know you don't know it, but I've had a crush on you for a long time," Gail whispered as her hands slid down to my ass.

Gail pulled my crotch to hers and began to grind her pelvis against my throbbing erection.  I wasn't sure if she could feel it, but I could feel her.  Her soft mons massaged my cock as she began to rotate her hips ever so slightly.

When Gail pulled her head back, looked into my eyes, and kissed me, I thought I was going to lose it.  My penis jerked as she moved her soft lips on mine and firmly squeezed my ass.

I was in heaven!  I had a hot girl in my arms and was getting my first kiss.  Gail made no attempt to remove her mouth from mine, and then I felt her tongue.  It slithered out of her mouth and brushed against my lips, wetting them.  I relaxed my mouth, and her tongue pushed in to find mine.

Lost in the moment, I had no idea who was around us, or if anyone was watching.  We held the kiss for what seemed like a long time, breaking it only when the music stopped.  I tried to pull away, but Gail said, "Let's see if the next song is slow too."

The music started again, but the song was a fast number.  We reluctantly parted and went back to where we had left our sodas.  After retrieving our drinks, we found a quiet corner and stood close to each other.

"You know, Ed," Gail said.  "You just gave me my first kiss.  I just turned eighteen, and I've never been kissed by a boy before."

"It was my first time too," I confessed.

Gail's eyes sparkled when she learned we had shared our first kiss.  "I really liked it."

"So did I, Gail."

"Did you like it enough to kiss me again?"

I answered by putting my mouth on hers and running my tongue over her lips.  When she opened her mouth, I swiped the tip of my tongue across her teeth.  We wrapped our arms around each other and pulled our bodies together.  It was like we were dancing again, but this time we made our own music.

Our passion rose, and soon, we added soft moaning to our coupling.  We breathed through our noses, neither of us wanting the kiss to end.  When I felt like I was going to ejaculate from the constant movement against my crotch, I removed my mouth from hers and stepped back a little.

Even with the lack of direct contact, my cock still throbbed in my tight pants.  I needed to adjust it to get some relief from the pressure.

"Will you be okay for a minute?" I asked Gail.  "I have to find a bathroom."

"Cindy told me there's a bathroom off the kitchen upstairs," she said.  "I'll go with you."

Gail led as I followed a few steps behind her.  When she started up the stairs, I was mesmerized by the way her firm ass moved.  She walked into the kitchen and pointed to the bathroom.

"How did you know where the bathroom was?" I asked Gail.

She giggled and replied, "It's a girl thing."

I went into the bathroom, closed the door, and pulled the zipper on my jeans down.  I reached into my fly and tried to extract my still rigid cock so I could piss.  All the fumbling caused my excitement to escalate.  I finally had to unfasten my jeans and pull them down to get my dick out.

The moment I wrapped my hand around my shaft, I felt my balls pull up and knew I was going to come.  I pointed my cock at the bowl, felt my semen surge past my fingers, and watched it splatter against the back of the toilet seat.

After a moment, my erection subsided enough for me to urinate.  I cleaned my mess, flushed, and washed my hands.  When I opened the door, Gail's eyes went straight to my crotch.  She smiled and walked past me, telling me to wait for her.

Gail came out of the bathroom and smiled at me.  She told me she had to wash off the lines that made up her cat whiskers because they were all smeared.  I asked if she had anything to fix them, and she shook her head no.

"Are you ready to go back downstairs?" Gail asked.

When I nodded, she took my hand.  We walked down the stairs holding each other's hands.  We worked our way through the crowd and went back to our corner.  Gail asked for another soda, and I quickly went and got her one, as well as one for myself.

"I never thought I'd ever go to a Halloween party," I told Gail.  "It's not one of my favorite holidays."

"Why not, Ed?  I think it's fun being here with you."

I told Gail about my experience with the bullies and why I hated the holiday.  When I was finished with my tale, she looked into my eyes, her face empathetic.  She looked like she was going to cry and took me in her arms.  We kissed again, this time tenderly.  There was no urgency, no unfamiliar testing, and no awkwardness.  The kiss we shared was as if we had been doing it for years.

Frank and his date came over by us and interrupted our kiss.  We talked about the party and the guests for a while, and then out of the blue, Gail asked what time it was.

"About a quarter to ten," Frank said, looking at his watch.

Another slow song began to play.  Gail and I went to the dance floor and started to dance.  Frank and Karen also danced, choosing to be close to Gail and me.

"Karen and Frank look great in their costumes," Gail said.  "Frankenstein, and the Bride of Frankenstein, how original."

We danced as Gail rubbed my back under my jacket.  She moved her hands to my ass again and pulled our crotches together.  I ran my hands over her back, feeling her bra strap, and then moved them down to the small of her back.  She kissed me again and pushed her boobs against my chest.

Once again, we were alone in the crowded room, our eyes closed, our lips together, and our tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths.  My hand slid down as I felt Gail’s bottom through the thin material of the bodysuit.  When I quickly pulled my hand away, Gail took my arm and put it back.

I pulled back so I could see her face and she smiled at me.  "It's okay," she cooed.  "It feels nice."

We put our open mouths together as I gently caressed her ass through the sheer material.  Our bodies moved as one as we gently swayed in each other's arms.  We explored as much as we could and not appear to be too open.  The song ended, and another slow one began.  We never stopped moving or kissing until the second number ended and the music became fast again.

Frank, Karen, Gail, and I left the dance floor and returned to the corner.  Gail asked about the time again, which I thought was strange, and Frank announced it was just after ten.

"I have to go," Gail said, completely surprising me.  "I have to be home before eleven, or my dad will be mad."

Before I could tell her her dad said she didn't have to be home until one, she said goodbye to Frank and Karen and pulled me away.  Gail saw Cindy across the room and pulled me over to her.  Gail thanked Cindy for the great party and told her we were leaving.

"Do you know where your coat is, or do you want me to get it for you?" Cindy asked Gail.

"I know where it is, Cindy," Gail replied.  "I can get it."

We left and went to the foyer.  Gail took her coat from the closet, slipped it on, and we left the party.

"Your dad said you could stay until one," I said as we walked down the sidewalk towards the car.

Gail nodded but didn't say anything.  I thought she was mad at me for rubbing her butt, and she wanted me to take her home.  When we got to the car, I opened her door and let her get in before closing it and going to the other side.  I got in, started the car, and put it in gear.

"I’m sorry," I said as I pulled away from the curb.

"For what?" She asked.

"I don't really know.  I’m sorry for whatever made you want to leave."

Gail giggled, removed her coat, and slid across the seat next to me.  She took my right arm, put it over her shoulders, and snuggled against me.

"I didn't want to leave because I'm mad at you, Ed.  I wanted to leave so we'd have some time together alone."

"Oh, I thought you were upset because I was rubbing your..."

Gail giggled and said, "Because you were rubbing my ass? I like it."

I sighed, and Gail snuggled closer as I drove.  She stretched her neck up and kissed my cheek before moving her mouth to my neck.

"Where do you want to go, Gail?"

"My house."

"I thought you said you wanted to be alone," I said.

"I do, my parents aren't home right now and won't be for some time.  They're at a party."

I drove to Gail's house, parked the car, and we got out.  She retrieved her bag from the backseat and folded her coat over her arm.  We walked up to the front door, and she unlocked it and pushed it open.  The moment we were inside and the door was closed, Gail dropped her things and jumped into my arms.

We kissed as she led me to the living room and the couch.  We sat down and caught our breath for a moment before starting to kiss again.  She pushed the leather jacket off my arms and tossed it on the floor, never removing her lips from mine.  Gail pulled her legs up onto the couch and turned, so she was facing me.  I supported her in my arms and covered her face with kisses as she did the same to me.

Feeling brave, I moved my hand down her side and let it come to rest on her ass.  She moaned into my mouth and wiggled against my hand, indicating I shouldn't hold my hand still.  When I started to rub her bottom, Gail pressed harder against me.  I moved my hand from her ass to her side, rubbed along her ribs, then returned it to her butt.

Gail moved her chest against mine as we kissed and touched.  She rubbed my chest and side with one hand and held the back of my head with the other.  As I slid my hand over the silky bodysuit and up her ribs, my thumb brushed the side of her breast.  Holding my hand still, I stroked the side of her boob with my thumb, feeling her bra.  As she twisted her body, my hand covered her breast, and she leaned into it.  She groaned and started to suck my tongue as my fingers opened and closed around the pliant mound.

After a few minutes of me massaging her breast, Gail pulled back and grinned at me.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go to the bathroom.  I'll be right back," Gail said.

She kissed me and ran up the stairs, my eyes glued to her backside.  The minute she disappeared, I stood up, reached into my jeans, and adjusted my hard cock, so it was pointing straight up.  With all of the kissing and touching, I was as rigid as a bar of steel, and my dick throbbed.  I sat back down on the couch and stretched my legs out, trying to find a comfortable position.

Gail came back into the room, walked straight over to me, and straddled my legs.  She put her knees on the couch next to my hips as she sat on my thighs.  Taking my face in both hands, she rubbed her thumbs over my cheekbones and gazed into my eyes.

I did my best to hold contact with her dark eyes, but mine kept drifting down her chest and locking on her breasts.  Gail curled her fingers behind my head and pulled my face to her chest, burying my nose in her cleavage.

"I can't tell you how long I've waited for this night, Ed," she said, her voice was confident like she knew we'd be together.

I inhaled her beautiful scent as she rubbed the back of my head and made a half moaning, half humming sound.  I slid my hands down her sides to her ass and pulled her closer, pressing her crotch against my cock.

Gail began to slowly rock her hips against my rigid member, and her soft noises increased.  She tilted my head back, covered my mouth with hers, and started to kiss me hard.

As we kissed and rubbed together, my mind took off.  Could this be the night I lose my virginity?  Would Gail and I make love on her parents' living room couch?  I began to search my memory for some of the things I had read in the magazines and books I use to masturbate with, trying to recall the vivid descriptions of couples having sex.  At any other time, I could have recited the sex-filled scenes verbatim, even the raunchy dialog, but at this moment, my mind was blank.

Gail nibbled on my bottom lip, snapping me back to reality.  She pulled back, hooked her thumbs in the shoulder straps of the bodysuit, and peeled the top down.  Her ample bra-covered breasts came into clear view, and I marveled at the creamy flesh spilling out of the small cups.  She let me stare for a moment and then pulled my head to her.

Arching her back, Gail moaned as my lips tasted her boobs one at a time.  My breathing was labored, and I could feel my balls getting tight as I slowly moved my mouth from one breast to the other.  My right hand moved up her back to her bra strap as I searched for the hooks I knew should be there.

"In front," she sighed.

"What?" I mumbled into the valley between her breasts.

"The hook is in front."

She leaned back, put her hands between her globes, and unfastened the last barrier to my wildest dreams.  Her hands moved in slow motion as she pulled the lacy garment apart and exposed her breasts to my hungry eyes.  Even though her breasts were substantial, they sagged very little.  I didn't have anything but pictures to compare them to, but to me, they were perfect.

Each of her full mounds was adorned with a circle of dark flesh, with eraser sized nipples dead center in her areolas.  Her nipples were hard, and the darker skin around them was taut and slightly crinkled.  She cupped her hands under her boobs and lifted them, her eyes asking for my approval.

"Do you like them?" She asked.

"My god, they're beautiful," I replied, finally exhaling.

"You're the first boy that's ever seen them," Gail said proudly.  "You're the first boy that's ever kissed or touched them."

"I feel honored you let me see your boobs," I mumbled, realizing just how dumb I sounded.  "I've never seen or touched a girl before."

Gail took my wrists and placed my hands against her breasts.  She leaned into me as my fingers slowly closed around them.  Sliding her hands up from my wrists, Gail covered my hands and showed me what she wanted me to do.  I could feel her hard nipples against the palms of my hands as she moved them in a circular motion.

Removing her hands from mine, she reached behind her and placed them on my knees.  She leaned back and drove herself against my crotch as I continued to massage her breasts.  Gail's eyes were closed, and I could hear what sounded like a muted growl coming from deep in her throat.  I leaned forward, removed my hand from one of her boobs, and covered her nipple with my mouth.

"Yes!" She hissed as I firmly sucked her breast and tongued her nipple.

I suckled her breasts, moving from one to the other.  She put one of her hands behind my neck and pulled my mouth tight to her, moaning and rocking her hips.  After several minutes of my oral attention, Gail sat up and began to kiss me.

I felt her hand slide over my chest and come to rest on the lump in my jeans.  She groped my cock through the black denim pants and moved her tongue inside my mouth.  I felt her fingers lower my zipper and held my breath in anticipation of a hand other than mine on my dick.  After fumbling around for a moment, she leaned back so she could see what she was doing.

Gail pulled the zipper to the bottom of my fly, unfastened the button on the jeans, and pulled the gap open.  She stared at the bulge in my boxers for a moment and then slipped her fingers into the fly of my underwear.

When her dainty fingers touched my cock, I groaned out my pleasure.  I felt her fingers curl around my shaft and then felt chilly air as she extracted it.  Gail stared down into my lap, her hand around my cock and motionless.  I wanted to say something, but couldn't find any words that could express how I felt at that moment.

As she studied my manhood, I watched her eyes.  It looked as if they were sparkling.  She began to move her thumb against the thick tube along the bottom of my shaft and sighed.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," she said.  "It's so big.  How can it be so hard and so soft at the same time?"

Like I said before, I'm an average guy...  everywhere.  My penis wasn't large, but it wasn't tiny either.  Gail's fingers could barely touch her thumb with her fingertips.  Her hand covered half of my length.  She moved her hand up until she felt the ridge separating my glans from the shaft and ran her thumb over the end.

Gail must have felt my body tense up because she removed her hand from my cock.  Her eyes remained affixed on it as she breathed heavily.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She nodded, looked up, and smiled.  Gail took my right hand, put it between her legs, and moved it over her crotch.  I could feel her wetness through her clothes and the heat radiating from her sex.  After rubbing her for a little while, she reached down with both hands and unfastened the crotch of her bodysuit.  I heard the material of her bodysuit rip as she used her fingers to tear the sheer fabric.

I wasted no time in getting two of my fingers into the opening she created, and I started to rub the satin covering her mons.  I hooked my fingers under her panties and stroked her thick pubic hair.  Gail shifted as my fingers slid down to her slick labia.  I felt her nub and instinctively rubbed it, causing her to screech.

As my fingertips searched around her vulva, she ripped the bodysuit again.  She pulled her thong to the side, and I was treated to my first glimpse of a girl's pubic hair.  Like the hair on her head, Gail's pubic hair was jet black.  I was amazed at how soft it was as I made a small circle and wound her curls around my finger.

Gail once again wrapped her fingers around my turgid cock as we slowly got to know one another's sex organs.  I had one hand in the split of her bodysuit, the other on her breast.  She slowly stroked the length of my member and occasionally fondled my balls.  We began to kiss again, even though it was awkward with our hands and arms between us.

As our excitement rose, so did the movement of our hands and bodies.  We groaned and writhed in each other's arms, rubbing our overheated bodies together.  I didn't even notice it when Gail lifted her body.  When I felt the head of my cock touch her slick wetness, I froze and waited to see what she was going to do.  When Gail moved the tip of my penis between her vaginal lips, the feeling was almost more than I could stand.  Gail stared into my eyes as she slowly rubbed my cock against her.  Her mouth was half-open, and she was sucking air through it and her nose.

Gail moved my cock back, and I felt her body tighten around me.  She slowly pressed down until the head of my dick was against the guardian of her virginity.  Gail’s face contorted slightly and then all of a sudden, she sprang up.

Before I knew what was happening, Gail stood up in front of me.  She leaned down, kissed me, and started to repeat, "I'm so sorry."

I sat dumbfounded with my rigid member still standing straight up and asked, "What happened? Why did you stop?"

"I just can't do it, Ed.  Please go."

Gail turned and ran up the stairs as I tried to tuck my member back into the tight jeans.  My last glimpse of Gail was of her bottom and ripped bodysuit.  I wanted to run after her and tell her everything was okay, and I understood, but I decided to call her tomorrow.

After fixing my pants, I slipped my jacket on and left her house.  I drove across town thinking about the night and the events that had transpired.  I put the fingers I used to touch her pussy up to my nose and breathed in her sweet fragrance while remembering the feeling of touching a girl's sex for the first time.

On the way home, I went to the drive-through at a fast-food restaurant.  I ordered a couple of burgers and a shake.  Then I parked the car and devoured the meal in short order.  I thought about driving back to the party, but it just wouldn't be the same without Gail.  After tossing my trash into a barrel, I drove home.

I pulled into the drive, parked the car, and went inside.  I was shocked to see Gail's parents sitting in the living room with my mom and dad, drinking wine.  Glancing at the clock, I noted that it was only eleven-thirty.

"You're home early, Ed," my mom said as I headed for the stairs.  "Did you and Gail have a good time at the party?"

"Yeah, it was great," I said.  "I'm tired and need to go to bed."

The adults all said goodnight as I headed for the stairs.  I mumbled back to them, but my mind was on getting to my room and relieving the pressure in my balls.  In the background, I heard my and Gail's parents laughing.  I heard glasses clink together and my dad say, "To the continued success of the business."

I walked into my dark bedroom, sliding the leather jacket off my arms and letting it hit the floor, as I made my way to the lamp on my nightstand.  I knew the room well and had no trouble navigating in the dark.  By the time I reached the nightstand, my tight jeans were unbuttoned, and the zipper was down.  I kicked off my shoes, reached for the lamp, and flipped it on.  I peeled the tight jeans down my legs and hopped on one foot and then the other to get them off.  Grabbing the white tee shirt at the hem, I pulled it over my head and tossed it away.

When I turned around to face my bed, I almost jumped out of my skin.  There, sitting on the edge of the bed, was Gail.  She had on her trench coat, and I wondered if she was still wearing the bodysuit.

"What are you doing here? Our parents are downstairs," I asked, realizing I was standing in my underwear.

"I know they're downstairs...  and they know I'm up here," she replied while smiling.

I was too shocked to realize what she was saying at the time and began to pace back and forth.  When what she said finally sank in, I spun around and confronted her.

"What do you mean our parents know you're up here?  Does everyone know what's going on except me?"

"Yes!" Gail replied.

"Do you mind letting me in on it?"

"I will, Ed, but not right now," she said as she stood up.  "All you need to know right now is we tricked you."

"Great!  The first time I do anything on this damned holiday in six years, and I get tricked again."

"Well then," she said, "I think it's about time for me to turn the tables."

Gail slowly unbuttoned her coat, let it fall to the floor, and stood in front of me in her bra and thong.  I was captivated by her beauty and unable to move.  She removed her bra, took a step closer to me, and knelt on the floor.

"I've never done this before, Ed, but I think it's time you get a treat on Halloween."

Gail pulled my boxers down and helped me step out of them.  I fully expected her to stand, but she wrapped her fingers around my cock instead.  Holding my member up against my body, Gail extended her tongue and licked the length of it.  She looked up into my eyes, smiled, and began to lick my cock like an ice cream cone.

"I'm so turned on after being with you at your house.  I won't be able to hold out very long," I told her.

She pulled my cock to the side, kissed my pubic hair, and looked up again.  She cupped my balls with her other hand and gently rolled them in her palm, tugging gently on my sack.

"No more talking, Ed.  Just let what happens, happen.  I don't know what to expect out of tonight, and neither do you.  Let's just enjoy it."

I nodded as she took my penis in her mouth.  She closed her lips around my shaft, just behind the head, and rolled her tongue over the rubbery glans.  I watched as she pushed her head forward, and my cock slid into her mouth.  I groaned as she rubbed the underside with her tongue and sucked gently.

Inch by inch, my rigid member, disappeared into her mouth.  I felt her gag, and she backed off slightly.  Using her hand to gauge the depth, she started to bob her head on my cock, moving her hand in unison with her mouth.  Gail released my balls, wrapped her arm around me, and gripped one of the cheeks of my ass.  She pushed her boobs against my thighs and continued to give me my first blowjob.

I could feel my climax building and knew I would start to cum within seconds.  I was going to say something, but before I could, I exploded.  I heard the Westminster clock in our living room chime out the midnight hour as my cock throbbed and sent strong jets of hot semen into Gail's mouth.  She swallowed rapidly and ingested every drop of my offering.  When the surging stopped, she let my member remain in her mouth and moaned around it.

After a few minutes, she pulled her head back and released my cock with a pop.  She stood up, licked her lips, and grinned at me.

"I was told a boy's semen didn’t taste good.  Yours is great.  I love the taste of your cum in my mouth," Gail cooed as she put her arms around me and worked me towards the bed.

"I could never find words to tell you how good that felt, Gail.  It was the best!"

Gail glanced down at my flaccid penis and said, "Maybe you could show me."

It took a minute for her words to sink into my lust-crazed brain, but when she removed her thong and stretched out on the bed, I knew what she meant.  I crawled up between her legs and put my mouth on her pussy.  I noticed there wasn't any hair on her puffy labia and I licked her slick flesh.

By the time Gail had her second orgasm, I was hard as a rock again.  She bent at the waist, put her hands under my arms, and pulled me up her body.  On my way up, I paused to savor her breasts.  She moaned, hooked her legs over mine, and coaxed me higher.  When my cock bumped her sex, she reached between us and positioned it at her opening.

For the second time, in the course of a few hours, I felt her hymen against the tip of my cock.  I hesitated for a moment and then pressed forward.  Gail jerked her hips off the bed as my dick broke through the membrane, sinking all the way into her vice-like pussy.  I heard her yelp when my cock ripped the barrier, and her body went rigid.  I held still and waited as we adjusted to one another.

Gail's body relaxed, then she began to move beneath me.  I pulled back, removed a couple of inches of my dick from her pussy, and then slid back in.  Slowly, we developed a rhythm, and our movements became one.  I could swear I heard her purring as we fucked, but didn't let it deter me.

It didn't take long until I was emptying my load into her vagina.  She must have felt my cock swell in her because she groaned as I came.  I tried to keep moving so she too could feel the bliss of another orgasm, but my cock became soft and slipped out before she could reach her climax.

Gail and I lay quietly in each other's arms, absorbing the tenderness of the moment.  We rolled onto our sides, tangled our arms and legs, and pressed our sweaty bodies together.

It was almost an hour later when I woke up and found Gail still in my arms.  She felt me move, opened her eyes, and grinned at me.  Our lips met, and we shared a kiss that has lived with me forever.  With our mouths locked together, our tongues exploring each other's, we started anew.  This time, Gail rolled me on my back, mounted me, and humped my cock.  She was able to find an angle allowing her to rub her clit on my shaft and came before I did.  After I injected her again, we collapsed and tried to regain our composure.

"Are you going to tell me what this is all about now?" I asked as we slowly stroked one another.

"Not right now, sweetheart," she cooed.  "Maybe in the morning."

As we drifted to sleep, I heard her whisper, "I love you, Ed, and I always have."

I didn't respond with words, I just pulled her tighter to me. 

That Halloween was five years ago.  We now have two great kids, a boy, and a girl.  Our son was born nine months after our first night, our daughter almost two years later.  I found out the morning after our parents planned for us to be married to one another from the time we were kids.  I work in the family business, and Gail is a stay at home mom.

I have learned to love Halloween and find myself getting hard every time I hear some little goblin yelling, "Trick-or-Treat!"

Gail and I still see Cindy every once in a while, and we always attend her annual Halloween parties.  Our life is not what most people would consider normal, but that's another story.