The fallout from what happened at Homecoming was everything we'd hoped it'd be come the next Monday morning. All that and more, really. Though the rumor mill had gone crazy, especially in speculation of what the hell had happened at Homecoming (and what was all over Kyle Bowman's face), amidst all the fake news and exaggerations, I was able to sort out one major fact that was completely inarguable.
Kyle Bowman had been expelled from Regan Hills High School.
Nobody knew if it was more for the drugs or for having been exposed for drunkenly driving his car through the side of Principal Carpenter's house, but that he'd been expelled was undeniable. Social media posts indicated he'd spent the night in lockup, and while he was bailed out the next day, his legal future was far from settled. He was eighteen, and he'd fucked up pretty badly. For now it sounded like he was going to be sent to private school out of town, but when his court date came around...
I could've put a lot of thought to this, but after a couple days I decided that I'd put enough thought to Kyle Bowman. Even though he was defeated, and I was a major part of that defeat, I wouldn't let him take up any more of my thought processes.
Good riddance.
Unfortunately, while I was ready for Kyle Bowman to be behind me, by the time the next staff meeting of the Puma Press came around, it was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about.
"Look, I'm not saying we need to do a whole article about it, I'm just saying that we can at least make mention of the one thing that's got everyone around here talking!" Hope Harris protested. A tall and willowy band geek with large glasses and dirty blonde hair done up in a bun, she was one of the most surprisingly loud voices in the Puma Press offices, which was especially impressive considering how quiet she was in every other class.
My guess was, she got it from Nadia Barclay, the editor and guiding voice of the paper who stood by the room's whiteboard. Including her, there were sixteen of us representing the student voices of the Puma Press; twelve writers and four photographers. My best friend Tori and I were writers, sitting across from each other at one of the room's many mismatched tables and sharing amused glances as the fight over what to say about Homecoming went down. While the paper technically had to have an adult advisor, Mr. Hopkins rarely peeked his head out of his small office in the corner unless Principal Carpenter was coming around.
With good reason, he trusted Nadia to take care of everything.
"I agree with you. I really do, but it's not going to happen," Nadia said, her voice completely even. Her eyes passed over me fleetingly, a faint trace of a smile on her lips, but it was just that: fleeting. A beautiful and wickedly intelligent black girl, I'd only formally made her acquaintance when I interviewed for the paper a couple weeks back. I'd nailed the interview before I wound up fucking Nadia in all of her holes in the Puma Press' dark room, so there was still some tension between us, but she kept very professional during staff meetings.
"Why not?" Hope asked.
"Because it's an ongoing criminal matter? Because it's gossip? Because it's in bad taste? The school administration's given us every excuse and then some, but the fact remains they won't let us touch it. That right, Mr. Hopkins?" Nadia raised her voice to the corner of the room.
Mr. Hopkins stuck his middle-aged, balding head out of the office. "Whatever she said, that's right!"
Those were the only words I'd ever heard him say. Maybe it was his catchphrase, maybe it was the only thing he knew how to say, maybe he was just some elaborate puppet created by Nadia, whatever the answer was, it ensured that Nadia was undeniably in charge of the office.
Nadia continued. "We can talk about Homecoming. We can even mention a kerfuffle-"
"A kerfuffle?" Tori asked, amused.
"A disturbance. Commotion. Disruption. Need I run through the entire thesaurus to entertain you?" Nadia asked.
"Not today, but thanks for asking," Tori joked. Playfully, I kicked her under the table. She kicked me back. Nobody, save for Kaitlyn, Brooke, Homecoming Queen Addison Gonzalez, Kyle himself, Tori and I knew all of what went down that night, and it was hilarious listening to everyone speculate, even if I was tired of putting my own attention to it. It was a great and powerful secret Tori and I shared between us.
One of many that stemmed from that night, actually.
Unabated, Nadia went on, "We can mention a disturbance, but we can't mention any of the more sordid details, or any names. The truth aches for it, and when the truth complains, I hear it louder than anyone, believe me, but our hands are tied on this topic. Now, do you want to do the write-up on Homecoming for our October issue, or don't you, Hope?"
Deflated, Hope said, "Sure. Why not?"
Nodding, Nadia continued, "Good. Have it e-mailed to me by Saturday. Alright, sports writers, give me an interesting way of describing how we were utterly trounced in the Homecoming game without it somehow being all about how we lacked a star quarterback, since, let's be honest, we would've lost anyway."
While the sports writers droned on about the game as only they knew how (since most of the rest of the people in this room couldn't have given two shits about our school's football team), Tori and I silently eyed each other across the table, exchanging looks that were equal parts charged and tentative.
Things had been strange for us since the night of Homecoming, and not just because we'd had a four-way with Kaitlyn and Brooke. Well, maybe that was a big part of it, but I think the better chunk of the awkwardness that we were still coping with came from the next morning. Mostly from me telling her that I loved her, and her... less enthusiastic response.
I didn't go into that night expecting to have sex with her, let alone telling her that I loved her, but both of these things happened and neither of them could've been undone. Tori, amazing that she was, was good enough to tell it to me straight, to let me know that she did love me as a friend, but that she didn't want to be with anyone when we'd all be scattered to the winds at the end of the year. I said I got this, and maybe I even did understand it a little, but if given the option of being together with Tori and not being together with Tori, I'd have picked with her in a heartbeat. Don't get me wrong, I was loving the new status quo of fucking around Regan Hills High with as many hot girls as I could, but if Tori had asked me to be exclusive, I'd have done it in a heartbeat.
She didn't want to be exclusive, though. She wanted us to still be best friends, but with the sex to be strictly casual to not confuse things. We hadn't acted on that yet since Homecoming, not that I wasn't looking forward to some more sweaty, naked alone time, but we still hung out as friends.
It was like nothing had changed.
I wasn't sure if I liked that yet, but if it meant not losing Tori as a best friend, it was the compromise I had no choice but to accept, because in the end, that really was the most important part to me. If she didn't want to be in love with me, that'd hurt, but if she didn't want to be my friend anymore, that would've been the end of the world.
So, yeah, it wasn't a perfect or ideal solution, but it was better than most of the alternatives.
Now we just had to see where it'd take us.
"And that," Nadia said, finishing up with the sports crew, "brings us to our final point of the day: the Regan Hills High Halloween Scream."
This brought equal groans and enthusiasm in the room, and I made sure to add my voice to the latter. Regan Hills High School didn't have much going for it, but they went all out for Halloween. The Halloween Scream was a carnival-like fundraiser held on Halloween itself, where a number of the school's clubs put together haunted houses and booths to raise as much money as they could to keep them funded. It was mostly an excuse to have a place to be to dress up on Halloween if you were too old for trick-or-treating, but the haunted houses were often fun, and they sometimes had some pretty decent bands perform. Having never been a part of any school extracurricular before this year, this would be my first opportunity to participate in it in a capacity past attendance, and it had me excited.
Nadia waved down the naysayers. "Now, yes, I understand that it's a lot of work on top of everything else we've already got on our plates, but the paper's budget is dependent on fundraisers like this. If we do an exceptional job, and I mean really knock it out of the park this year, we might actually be able to afford some new equipment around here."
We all took a quick look around at the broken tables and mismatched computers, many of which were older than us and few of which worked reliably.
It was impossible to deny that we could've used some money.
"What're we doing? Selling snacks? A game booth?" Hope asked.
"Not this year. I fought pretty hard with the administration, but I finally got us a slot hosting one of the haunted houses," Nadia said, beaming with pride.
If only the rest of the room shared her enthusiasm.
"We're fucked," Willie White, one of the photographers bemoaned.
I looked around, confused, then finally whispered to Tori. "Why are we fucked?"
Tori leaned in closer, explaining, "Because the drama club's always got the best setup. They've got the stage crew helping them with everything, and they always sell more tickets than any of the other haunted houses. Running one against them is about as good a way to lose money around here as it gets, unless, you know, you put it all in a pile and set it on fire."
That... well, that was less encouraging.
Nadia, though, was prepared for this exact argument to be brought up. "Look. I know it sounds like an uphill battle, but the drama club doesn't get any more seed money than any other club to set up a haunt. And what do they need the money for, a better backstage lounge? We're motivated, we've got some of the best writers and other creative minds in the school who could help us put an amazing story together, some of the darkest minds..."
With this, she nodded to 18-year-old Josie Wong, the busty goth photographer whose picture I had in my Senior Year Memories album licking my cum off of Nadia's face. The memory caused my cock to stir, forcing me to readjust how I was sitting at the desk. Looking to Josie, I could swear I saw her looking at me, smirking at my discomfort.
Nadia finished, "...and some secret weapons that they won't even see coming that'll put us over the top in a way we never would've been able to pull off before. If we play our cards right with those, we'll have a haunted house that those drama geeks wouldn't even dream of in their darkest nightmares. Isn't that right, Mr. Hopkins?"
Not hearing that she was messing with him, he stuck his head out of the office and said, "Whatever she said, that's right!"
Nadia chuckled. She wasn't the only one, as laughs rippled through most of the room. I didn't know what she meant by "secret weapons," but the way her eyes flickered over me at those words was intriguing. Intriguing, and more than a little frightening the more I thought about it.
"First planning session will be next meeting, until then, keep to your assignments for the October issue. If anyone has anything that they think might be useful for the haunted house, if you know anybody who's got any skills or would be able to donate time and money, preferably money, especially money (we need money if you can't tell) let me know," Nadia said, dismissing the meeting. I pulled my backpack together as most of the others bolted from the room. Tori was clearly waiting up for me, and odds on we would've probably ridden our bikes home together.
We would've, at least, if Nadia hadn't called after me. "Hey, Ryan, can you hang back for a few? I need a favor."
Tori shrugged at me, smiling mischievously before heading out of the Puma Press office. I didn't know, not for sure, if Tori knew that I'd had sex with Nadia, but it wouldn't have surprised me. Tori's nose for gossip and what people were really up to wasn't as well defined as Nadia's, but it was pretty damn attuned. She probably knew that something had happened between us, but she either didn't care or didn't want to let on that she cared.
Whatever her stake in this, Tori left me alone in the Puma Press' office with Nadia Barclay.
Or should I say, almost alone. Josie Wong stood next to her, a playful smirk on her black painted lips.
These two together were trouble, but with Tori wanting to keep things casual, they were the kind of trouble that I felt no guilt indulging.
While Nadia looked as professional as she ever did while clothed, Josie was her polar opposite. Lean and fit, save for her large D-cup tits and round ass, Josie was a knockout Asian goth princess. Her already pale skin was made almost perfectly white with heavy makeup and a strong aversion to the sun, while her silky black hair was chopped almost short enough to be a pixie cut but messy and glossy enough that I knew she put some work into it. Her long black coat was enough to cover her up to school dress code policy, but I knew beneath it she tended to favor knee high boots, fishnets, and as little clothing as she could get away with. The piercings in her ears, the stud in her nose and the faint trail of a tattoo up the right side of her neck told me her body had all sorts of secrets she'd be all too eager to share with the right audience. Goth chicks had never exactly been my style, but if I were ever going to lust after one, well, Josie would've been an excellent choice.
That she had already masturbated to Nadia and me fucking and then licked my cum off of Nadia's face probably helped with that too, though.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I'm gonna be blunt," Nadia began. "You're really into horror, right?"
"Well, I generally consider myself a nerd of many tastes, but I like to think I'm moderately well-versed in horror," I said.
I didn't want to boast, but I was actually more than just well-versed in horror; it was probably my greatest passion outside of video games. The countless nights Tori and I had stayed up watching cheesy, bloody movies in the dark only paled to the number of nights I did so on my own. Close to half of the toys that decorated my room were horror-related collector's figurines, and I had a pretty respectable poster collection (even if most of those posters were currently rolled up and kept in Dad's storage unit for safekeeping).
"No, I know you're into it. Social media doesn't lie; don't sell yourself short," Nadia said bluntly.
Well, so much for not boasting.
"Fine, I really know horror. Why?" I asked.
Josie said, "Nadia wants a couple people to run point on this project and would prefer people who knew what the fuck they were talking about. Lucky us."
"I'm not hopeless, but this isn't exactly my forte," Nadia admitted. "I know you're new here, and I'll understand if your answer is no, but-"
"I'll do it," I said, unhesitatingly.
"Just like that?" Nadia asked.
"Yeah, why?" I responded.
"Nothing, I just expected that I'd need to butter you up a bit first, maybe take you back to the dark room to talk you into this," Nadia admitted, biting her lip toward the end. I shifted around uncomfortably as my erection threatened to burst right through my pants, but somehow I was good enough to keep this from happening.
"Well, I wouldn't say no, but..." I said.
"Tempting, but we'll need your particular skills elsewhere, and I wouldn't want to wear you out," Nadia said.
"Say what?" I asked.
"You did hear her whole 'secret weapon' speech, didn't you?" Josie asked.
"Yeah."
"Well, you're the secret weapon, if you'll do it, and why the fuck wouldn't you do it?" Josie asked.
This had me a little confused. A little, but not enough to completely surprise me.
"There are certain... student specialists around this school whose skills I would like to enlist. The best of the best. These women have talents that would really be useful in helping us build the best haunted house possible, but for a variety of reasons, be it financial, misplaced allegiances, or simply not liking me, they won't work with us without some particular coaxing and incentive," Nadia said, laying out the whole story without explicitly saying it.
My eyes went wide as the magnitude of what she wanted fully sank in.
I asked, "You want me to-"
"Yes," Nadia confirmed.
"And you think it'll work?" I asked.
"I know it'll work," Nadia confirmed.
Josie nodded, "Oh yeah, treat them right and these girls'll be eating out of the palm of your hand. Maybe eating cum out of your hand if you treat them really right."
I pondered this question for a moment, then asked another, "Are they hot?"
"Pretty good, for the most part, yes," Nadia said, in a tone that could've been more convincing. It wasn't the first time this year someone had broached the concept of pimping me out, but this time it wasn't going to be to her friends. This time, if I said yes, I'd actually have to charm girls to get them to help out with our fundraiser. The fate of the Puma Press might very well depend on how good I can be at sex, which isn't exactly the kind of responsibility I understood or was fully certain I wanted.
Even so...
"Let me know when you want me to start," I said.
"Nice," Josie said. "See, I told you he'd be a team player."
"Excellent," Nadia confirmed. "There's nothing, yet, but I will be in touch. In the meantime..."
She pulled an old key from her pocket, holding it by its plastic tag. The number 237 was printed on it, which given the circumstances almost made me giggle.
"Can you and Josie check out the venue? It's one of the old bungalows on the soccer field, pretty much the only place the administration will let us do anything. If you two can check out its condition, take a measuring tape and get the stats on the place so we can start drawing up a map, that'll go a long way toward getting us started," Nadia said.
I looked to Josie. "I'm game if you are."
"Lead the way," Josie responded.
We headed for the door, but before we made it outside, Nadia pulled me in close enough to whisper in my ear. "I know it's a lot to ask, but thank you for putting your cock on the line for us. If any of those bitches treat you wrong, let me know and I'll make it up to you like you wouldn't believe."
Though I sincerely hoped nothing would go wrong, that was a promise I knew I wouldn't mind seeing go through.
Smirking, Nadia raised her voice. "Isn't that right, Mr. Hopkins?"
Sticking his head out of the office, Mr. Hopkins said, "Whatever she said, that's right!"
A few years before I began attending Regan Hills High School, much of the campus was under construction to give it a newer, more modern look. I couldn't exactly say what they'd done, but the way the campus looked to me, I thought the school should've complained to their contractors and gotten their money back. While it was undoubtedly complete, it had an ugly, oppressive vibe to it that was pretty much the opposite of what I was sure you wanted in a high school setting, since on its own high school's pretty fucking ugly and oppressive.
Perhaps the ugliest leftover of the renovation was the north end of what used to be our school's soccer field. With most of the school inaccessible, the school's soccer field (of course the precious football field was untouched) was covered in dozens upon dozens of portable bungalow classrooms that looked much more like an internment camp than I think anyone ever intended. Though the construction ended years ago, nine bungalows still dotted the north half of the weed-choked field. Some of them still held overcrowded classes, while others are just used for storage.
It prevented our school from having a soccer team, but considering how piss-poor we were at football, maybe the bungalows were left in place to keep us from having two sports we regularly got our asses kicked in.
It was to one of these storage bungalows that Josie and I walked to after leaving the Puma Press office.
It was awkward for me, at first, still processing what Nadia had said while simultaneously trying to make conversation with Josie. Aside from having her in the odds and ends class, I couldn't say I'd ever really talked to her, or even wanted to talk to her. I mean, I knew she was hot in her trashy goth way, but aside from working on the paper with her and knowing she was a great photographer (and that one time I sort of but not quite had a threesome with her and Nadia), I barely knew a thing about her.
Thankfully, Nadia had at least given us some common ground to talk over.
"So, uh, what's your favorite horror movie?" I asked.
"Hellraiser," she said, unhesitatingly.
I laughed. "Why doesn't that surprise me?"
"Leather. Pleasure in the pain. Pinhead's kind of hot. Lots of gore. It's a pretty easy assumption," Josie admitted. "Not your jam?"
"Oh, I like it well enough. Not sure it'd crack my top thirty horror films or anything, but that list's pretty competitive," I said.
"Okay, hotshot, what's your favorite horror movie?" Josie returned.
"My tastes run a bit older," I said.
"What, like Night of the Living Dead old? Psycho? Universal monsters? White Zombie?" Josie asked.
"Maybe not that old. The Wicker Man," I said.
Josie couldn't hold back her laughter. "Oh, the bees! Not the bees!"
I wrinkled my nose in disgust. "Not that Nicolas Cage piece of shit, fuck, I've got some taste! I'm talking the original British one. Edward Woodward, Christopher Lee-"
"I know which one you're talking about, I'm just fucking with you," Josie said, jabbing me in the ribs.
In spite of her harsh look, I had to admit that Josie was pretty easy to talk to. For how dark she skewed in many ways, she had a warm, friendly personality and knew her horror movies better than anyone else I knew. The more we walked and talked, the more I found myself wanting to keep walking and talking with her just so I could keep picking her brain. Under ideal circumstances, she was the kind of person I could find myself wanting to be friends with.
Not that these were exactly ideal circumstances, but what were, these days?
We may have taken a bit longer to get to the bungalow to continue talking horror, but eventually we couldn't stall anymore and found ourselves standing in front of the dark and dingy looking bungalow.
"Bungalow 237," Josie said, amused.
"I know," I responded.
"Coincidence or contrivance?" Josie proposed.
"Given the circumstances I'd say it was a particularly uncreative writer, but who am I to complain when we're gonna set up a haunted house in here?" I said.
"Fair enough," Josie said. She pulled the key from her coat pocket, walked up the few steps to the bungalow door, and unlocked it.
As we both looked inside, I found myself trying to find the best in the bungalow.
When that best turned out to be acknowledging that it had four walls and that all of them appeared to be structurally sound, I knew we had a rough time ahead of us.
It looked like everything the school wanted to forget about from the last five years or so was crammed into this one bungalow. There were piles upon piles of broken desks and worn textbooks, gym mats stacked to the ceiling and what felt like enough old filing cabinets that we probably could've made the walls of our haunted house all on their own.
"It's like the fucking Room of Requirement," I mused.
Josie picked up an old, dusty head for our school mascot Petey Puma, about half the skin of which had been torn away in some kind of gruesome accident. The metal frame beneath was eerily skeletal.
"Think they'll let us use this in the haunt?" Josie asked.
"Probably not. I wonder what they expect us to do with all this," I said.
"School's too cheap to let us throw any of it out, I'd bet. Maybe they'll let us put it all in the gym?" Josie asked.
"Gym class canceled? That'll win us a lot of fans," I said.
"Oughta sell a bunch of tickets to our house," Josie replied.
"Puma Press: The Heroes of Halloween!" I declared, sweeping my hands out as I imagined the headline.
"Eh, Nadia likes her headlines a little more subdued than that, but good first effort," Josie joked, putting a hand on her hip.
I shot her an exaggerated scowl. "You know, for a goth, you're awfully cheeky."
"Hey, what's on the outside and what's on the inside don't always have to match. I can be doom and gloom on the outside and a smartass on the inside, just like you're a nerd on the outside and have a giant cock on the inside," Josie said. She was checking out a corner of the room, so she wasn't facing me, but I knew she was stifling a giggle.
Though she'd thrown me off, I didn't want to let her know she'd gotten to me. "Actually, I think that'd count as being on the outside too."
"Huh. I guess you're right," she said, turning back to me. Her painted black lips were curved into a tight smirk. "You got the measuring tape, right?"
"Yeah," I said, returning the smirk. I tossed her one end of the tape, and with that strange tension still hanging between us, we started measuring the length of the bungalow.
That there was a weird sort of sexual tension between Josie and me wasn't news, probably because of that time a few weeks ago I watched her masturbate while I fucked Nadia in the Puma Press office's dark room. I'd seen her pussy, I'd seen her cum, I'd even seen her lick my cum off of Nadia's face, but nothing else had happened between us. I knew that she wanted something to happen, she'd said as much when Nadia and I had sex, but in the craziness after Kyle punched me and Homecoming, nothing actually had happened.
I wondered, here and now, alone in this dark and dingy bungalow, if our time had finally come, if divine fate (or perhaps just Nadia) had come up in our favor.
"So, I have to ask..." Josie said.
"Yeah?"
"Is it true about you and the cheerleaders?" Josie asked.
"I dunno. What've you heard?" I returned.
"The way Nadia tells it, you've fucked Kaitlyn Pruitt, Haley Campbell, Addison Gonzalez and Brooke King, among others, and were probably to blame for what happened to Kyle. Little of this is public knowledge, but..."
"Nadia's a bloodhound," I finished.
"That's one thing you could call her, yeah," Josie said, taking a small notepad from her coat pocket and jotting down a measurement of the bungalow. I was relieved that Josie didn't seem to know about Mrs. Lynn and Tori, though there was every possibility she knew better than to say anything about it if she did know.
"So, are they true?" Josie asked.
Right here I was left with a decision about how I wanted this to pan out. I could tell her the truth and see if she really was probing me for sex, I could lie and see where things fell from there, or I could tell her the truth but let her down easily because I was still trying to figure out what I wanted to do about the Tori situation. There was every chance with further discussion, something more could come of that.
Had I been any less hard, I'm pretty sure that's the option I would've chosen.
I was hard, though, and there are times when it's really difficult to not let the cock do the thinking, especially when its arguments were as persuasive as, 'Tori said she wanted to keep it casual.'
"Yeah. They're true," I said.
"Oh. Well, that's disappointing. See if you can get in that corner with the gym mats?" she suggested.
And that... wasn't exactly what I was expecting to hear.
These scenarios usually went a little differently.
"Disappointing?" I asked, carefully wedging myself between thick stacks of gym mats and mattress-sized foam pads I guessed were used for high jumpers to land on.
"Yeah. Don't get me wrong, I've got nothing against you slinging that dick of yours around however you want; if I had a cock, I don't know how I'd ever keep my hands off of it. It's just the way you're doing it, that's what's disappointing," she said.
"What's disappointing?" I asked.
"Not so much the how or the what of what you're doing with it, but the who. Even including Nadia, you've been making your rounds through the popular girls, and while they are undeniably tasty, don't you think it's a little bit of a cliché?" Josie asked.
"I'm not a cliché," I said, though I didn't fully believe it.
"Trust me, you're a cliché. But don't worry about it, there's no shame in being a cliché when you're blessed with the gifts you've got, but you really need to understand that there's more you can be doing with your gifts. You can be a cliché that surpasses all other clichés if you play your cards right," Josie said.
This was starting to sound interesting again. "What do you mean?"
She released her end of the tape measure, and it retracted quickly to the base in my hand. I dropped it to the floor with a clatter before it could snap into my fingers, which experience taught me hurt like hell.
"The fuck?"
Josie sauntered over to me, easily sliding between the obstacles the room had to offer. "You think popular girls are the only sluts out there? Sure, everyone pays attention to them when they whore it up, they're the ones who get all the guys, but look deeper into the school and you'll find a lot of hot, eager little sluts just ready and waiting who don't get fucked nearly as much as they'd like because they don't know how to shake a pom pom. There's a lot of girls who could use your cock, a lot of girls you wouldn't give first glance to who are infinitely freakier than anyone at the top of this school's food chain. The geeks and nerds, the misfits and criminals, the hipsters, the emos, the-"
"-goths?" I finished for her. She was only a few steps away from me now, her intentions clear in her eyes, bright even with the sea of dark makeup around them.
"Among others, but if you're offering..." she said, undoing her coat and dropping it to the floor. Like her coat, everything she wore beneath it was black, a perfect contrast to her almost alabaster skin. Her leather platform boots were knee high and tight, her slender thighs covered in fishnet stockings. Above that she wore a short, black leather skirt, so tight it barely looked like she should be able to move, yet beautifully showing off her nice, round ass. There was a stretch of open midriff that showed her fit stomach and pierced belly button, while her ample D-cup tits were only barely covered by the lightest and tightest of black tank tops. There were two tattoos that I could see for sure, a gargoyle on her neck and an ornate dagger on her right forearm, but something told me that those were just scratching the surface with her.
I stared at her, gawking. I'd seen her pussy before. Shit, I'd seen her cum. This was nothing compared to that; I shouldn't be gawking, shouldn't be surprised, but here I was, mouth hanging open like an idiot.
"Ever fucked a goth slut before?" Josie asked, sliding up to me. She was so close, that if either of us leaned forward an inch, those D-cups would be crushed against my chest. She looked up at me with those smoky, wanting eyes, biting her full, black-lipstick coated lip. I wanted those lips. I wanted all of her.
"There's a first time for everything," I said, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in close. Our lips crushed into each others'. There was a fire to her I hadn't fully anticipated, an energy that I could only most closely associate to Brooke's boundless excitement, but not quite. There was something darker, more mysterious.
Something I couldn't wait to explore more of.
While I held her close with my right arm wrapped behind her back, I let my left hand explore, settling on groping one of her amazing tits through her flimsy tank top. Her nipple hardened beneath my palm as I squeezed her tit, threatening to burst through the thin fabric of her tank top.
"No bra?" I asked, breaking our kiss.
She was kissing my neck hard enough I knew I'd have hickies for miles. "Where's the, ooh, yeah, that's nice, where's the fun in that?"
Never having needed a bra in my life, I didn't have a good response for her. So, instead of answering her, I just went back to making out with her, sliding my hand on her lower back down to her ass. In response, she arched her back, pressing her ass firmly into my hand.
"Full disclosure," she said, breaking our kiss. Since it sounded like she wanted to talk, I went down to kissing her neck, which tasted rather delightfully of her and less delightfully of white makeup. If she was gonna give me hickies, I thought it only fair to share.
Josie continued. "I may or may not have arranged this fuck session with Nadia. Seeing you two fucking got me going so much, I knew I needed to have you, but what with Homecoming and you losing your shit, never really had the opportunity, so she and I sort of made the opportunity. You wouldn't believe how many times I've made myself cum thinking of you. You're not mad, are you?"
"Nah. I kinda figured it was something like that," I said.
"Oh, good," she said, as we continued making out.
"Nadia's got an interesting way about her, doesn't she?" I said.
"You have no idea," Josie responded.
Knowing that this was going to go somewhere where we'd both want to be comfortable soon, I looked around while we made out, settling on the pile of gym mats and foam pads in the corner. They didn't look that dirty, though the way we were going that probably wouldn't last long. I began to guide us, stumbling and frantically making out toward that pile, hoping beyond all hope that we wouldn't trip on anything and break our fucking necks.
Somehow, thank god, we made it, both of us collapsing onto our sides on the thick, foamy pads. We sank far closer to the floor than I'd expected, but they held us up, laughing and making out, our hands still grabbing at each other through our clothes. She tore off my shirt only a second before I was able to rip her flimsy, tight little tank top over her head, exposing her bare tits to me. Her nipples were thick, dark brown and rigid, the left one pierced by a small metal bar, while after taking that in I noticed a small tattoo of Chinese characters under her large right breast.
While that caught my attention, it was her pierced nipple that truly held it. I'd honestly never seen anything like it before, at least, not in person.
Josie must've caught where I was looking, because she arched her body to offer that tit to my mouth.
"Go ahead. Play with it, lick it, suck it; the piercing really only makes it all better," she said.
Curious, I dove in, wrapping my lips around that nipple, and flicking the shiny little piercing with my tongue. Though it felt completely alien and the taste of metal was a little off-putting, it drove Josie wild, which only encouraged me to keep going harder.
"Ooh, yeah, fuck yeah, suck it, suck it like that, suck my big fat tittie, right there, like that, right there, fuck, fuck, you keep doing that you'll make me, fuck, cum just from my tits, fuck, grab my ass, like that, right there, oh fuck yeah, FUCK!" Josie growled as I squeezed her perfectly round ass through her tight leather skirt.
As my hands cupped her tight ass, a memory hit me of when we'd met in the dark room. "So, I have to ask?"
"The characters translate to, 'If you can read this, then you speak Chinese,'" Josie explained, looking down to where she'd see the tattoo on her ribs if she didn't have a massive tit in the way.
"I wasn't thinking that, but, cool," I said. "No, I was just going to ask you about the dark room."
"What about it?" Josie asked.
"When Nadia and I were fucking, you called yourself the anal queen, if my memory serves correctly," I said.
"It does serve you correctly," Josie replied, flexing her ass beneath my hands. I squeezed back in response.
"Is that still on the table?" I asked.
Abruptly, she stood in front of me, hands on her hips. "That depends."
"On what?" I asked.
With one hand, she unzipped the side of her skirt, pulling it down with the other to reveal the tiniest little black thong I'd ever seen. Now wearing only this thong, her fishnets and boots, she spun around, showing me her bare back. A large, stylized tattoo took up most of the upper part of her back, while her ass was as pure and white as the rest of her. The thong was buried the epic canyon of her ass, at least until she pulled it off and dropped it to the floor. Bending over and bracing one hand against a filing cabinet, Josie spread her ass cheeks wide, showing me her perfectly pale and puckered little hole.
"On if you're willing to work for it," Josie said.
I didn't have to think too hard on what she wanted me to do, nor on whether or not I was willing to do it. I got on my knees behind her, and I started eating her ass.
"FUCK YES! FUCK YEAH, DO IT, EAT MY ASS, RYAN, FUCK!" Josie yelled.
Now, I had a little experience with eating ass, as Kaitlyn and Brooke did like it performed sometimes, but not much. It wasn't one of my favorite things to do, nor was it something I hated. It was just something that I did depending on the girl, often depending on whether they asked for it or not.
Josie, though, fucking loved it, so I gave it my all, generously licking around her asshole. Moaning uncontrollably, she started to finger her pussy, and being that my fingers weren't all that occupied, I joined her there, sliding two fingers into her already soaked pussy and thrusting them in while she fingered her clit.
"GOD, FUCK! You're a dirty little fucker, aren't you? Yeah, you make it like you only fuck the good girls, but you like it fucking dirty, fuck, don't you, you little asshole?" Josie snarled back at me. In answer, I pressed my tongue hard against her puckered asshole. Reflexively, she tightened, but I forced it in harder and harder until I broke through the barrier, my tongue now in her ass. It wasn't an altogether bad taste, different, for sure, but I could understand why Josie called herself the anal queen.
"FUCK, YEAH, FUCK, FUCK, SHIT, FUCK!" Josie exclaimed, shuddering and cumming down her thighs. Her asshole clenched so hard around my tongue it was forced out and her legs almost gave out underneath her, but she stood firm, leaning against that filing cabinet and panting.
"Well, that was fucking fun," she said, looking back at me.
"Glad you approve," I said, playfully spanking her ass.
She cooed. "Oh, oh no, you don't fucking spank me."
"I just did," I challenged.
"Then you better get used to the taste of that asshole, because you're gonna be spending a lot of time tasting it," Josie challenged back.
"Good," I said. "I look forward to it."
"Me too. I'm gonna smother you in that ass, sit on your fucking face and make you eat it until I cum again and again all over your fucking neck. You're gonna be so fucking hard and you're gonna want to fuck me so bad, but I'm just gonna let your cock flop around there, teasing you, making you beg to fucking cum and only letting you if I feel you've worshipped my ass properly. How's that sound?" she asked.
"It sounds... pretty fucking good, actually," I said.
Smiling, Josie turned around and pushed me back toward the foam pads. "Right answer. And lucky for you, I really, really want that cock right now, so take off those shoes and pants and let me fucking deepthroat that thing, 'kay?"
It's possible I've gotten naked in less time, but it sure felt like that demand got me naked with record speed. Josie had already seen my cock before, and in action no less, but she still nodded appreciatively and licked her lips as it stood up from my prone body, ten inches and thick. She knelt between my legs, her face a mask of pure lust as she parted her black lips and sucked my balls, one at a time. She ran her tongue over them with a mad desperation that almost hurt yet was undeniably exciting.
"You're good at that," I said.
"Thank you," Josie said, letting my balls free from her mouth with an audible pop. Then, slowly, agonizingly she trailed her tongue up the underside of my shaft, daintily licking the ultra-sensitive skin beneath the head. She stayed there, toying with it even as a river of precum flowed down and touched her tongue. She was a spider and I was a fly stuck in her web as she toyed with me, her lips closing in close to my head but then breaking off, continuing licking the skin beneath the head.
I whimpered, a formless sound of protest and need, and she only laughed.
"Fuck, please," I said, the only words that would come.
"Well, when you ask so nicely..." she said, right before she inhaled my cock.
"Fuck!" I exclaimed, impressed as ever at how easy it was for some girls to suck so much cock so fast. Her black lipstick left streaks up and down my cock as she bobbed up and down on it, swirling her tongue around the head with every backstroke. Her full lips felt like perfection as she sucked my cock, her smoky eyes staring into mine the whole way. She swirled her tongue expertly, teasing as she was pleasing, bringing her small, skillful hands around my cock to jack me as she sucked.
Josie may have called herself the anal queen, but she was giving me what was unquestionably one of the hottest blowjobs I'd ever had, and one I wasn't sure I'd be able to last past. She kept bringing me closer and closer to the edge with her lips, tongue, hands, teasing the head, shaft, balls, god, I was losing it, I was gonna lose it, she was gonna make me cum, she was gonna...
Squeezing the base of my cock, Josie stopped sucking me. She popped her lips from my cock and just knelt there, smiling, breathing softly on the head of my cock, watching me predatorily. She knew she had me in her control, and that there wasn't a damn thing I could do but look into her eyes. Tears from the savage blowjob streaked her makeup down her cheeks, making her look even more a trashy goth slut, the kind I could really get used to. It made my blood, among other fluids, boil.
I groaned with need, but she stayed there in silence, holding my cock there and looking at me.
"You really want to cum, don't you?" Josie asked.
"Yes... fuck yes, I want... I need..." I hissed as she softly squeezed the base again, not enough to hurt or excite, but enough to slow me down.
"What we want and what we need aren't always one in the same. You want to cum, but you don't need to. If we both stopped everything right now, eventually that cock of yours'd go down. It'd be frustrating and it'd hurt, but you don't inherently need it, which gives me a lot of power right now, don't you think?" Josie taunted. I didn't know what she was getting at, but it was driving me insane. Sweet, sweet fucking satisfaction was right there, and if she didn't do anything, I was a few seconds away from just jacking it myself.
"Please?" I asked.
"Oh, you can do better than that. I know you've probably gotten the other sluts to beg for you, well, now the shoe's on the other foot. I mean, actually your shoes are over there, but you get my meaning," Josie said.
She wanted me to beg. She wanted me to beg so I could cum. I hated her almost as much as I wanted her right then, and if she wanted me to beg, I was going to beg her for what we both wanted.
"Please... please can I fuck your ass?" I begged.
Stroking her chin as if in deep thought with her free hand, Josie perkily said, "Sure!"
Letting go of my cock, she climbed up onto the pads next to me on all fours, exposing her pussy and asshole to me. I crawled across the soft foam to her, my raging cock bouncing with every movement. Her ass looked so fucking inviting, but I was gonna punish it, I was going to fuck her raw, I was gonna give her an assfucking like she'd never forget.
It was then that I realized this was probably exactly what she wanted from me, why she stopped and riled me up the way she did. A little voice in the back of my mind was maybe even a little impressed with what she'd done.
The rest of me, though, was still very much on the "punish that ass" bandwagon.
I lined my cock up with her asshole, bouncing the head against an asshole that barely looked like it should accommodate a finger, let alone my enormous penis with a head that was almost as thick as a soda can. I was lubed by plenty of saliva and precum, but even I knew that this was going to be one tight ride.
"You like my little asshole, don't you? You sure worshipped it with your tongue, but are you ready for the main event? Do you really think you've got what it takes to fuck this asshole?" Josie taunted, looking over her shoulder at me.
Grabbing a fistful of her short, choppy hair in one hand, I pulled her face up to mine.
"Let's find out," I snarled, lining my cock up with her asshole and pressing hard against it.
"OH, FUUUUUCK, YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Josie cried out as my cockhead slowly, slowly split open her asshole. It was so tight, maybe even tighter than Brooke's (though it'd be hard to be sure), and it felt like she was fighting me every step of the way. The tightness was an exquisite, beautiful pain that almost made me cry even though I wasn't fully in her yet. It couldn't give way, couldn't let me in, not a hole this tight.
Little by little, though, it gave way, and with only a slight push, the head finally popped inside her tight, hot little hole. The pain was still exquisite and wonderful, but after this point, I knew it would be easy to go the rest of the way in.
"Oh my god, fuck, that's nice, that's fucking nice, keep going, keep going, like that," Josie said as I slowly fed more cock into her ass.
"You like that? You like that?" I taunted.
"Fuck yeah I like that. That's the biggest fucking cock I've ever had in my ass, fuck, goddamn, keep doing it, I want it all, I want it all, get all of that in my tight fucking little goth slut ass, like that, FUCK!" Josie demanded.
Grunting, groaning I pushed on until half of my ten inches was inside of her. Her dirty talk had devolved into gasps and groans of her own, followed by some low mewling sounds that just urged me onward. With both of us beyond words now, our lips found each other again and we made out. I grabbed onto her tits for support, fingering her nipples while she fingered her cunt as I forced those last few inches into her ass.
Once I was balls deep, we both just stayed there still for a moment, kissing while I groped her and she fingered herself.
Breaking the kiss, Josie looked up into my eyes. She smiled without a hint of irony or smirk, just a smile of genuine pleasure that would've been ridiculously pretty even without all this makeup.
"You've been so good, and so patient, and I really appreciate that. Most guys would've cum a long time ago, but you really know how to play. Now, since you've been such a good boy, why don't you do what we both want and just utterly wreck my sweet little ass?" Josie said, blinking up at me prettily.
"It's not that little, but as you wish," I said, letting go of her tits and forcing her face down into the cushions. Even without her taunts and getting me all riled up, I had a fair assumption that she liked it rough, and I meant not to disappoint her.
I started slow out of necessity, but that wasn't how I was going to finish, no, that was just to help her acclimate to my size, to help spread around our natural lubes. I took a few long, slow strokes, living for the moans they elicited from her, watching in awe as her grotesquely stretched out asshole barely took my cock. Her ass cheeks, so ripe and round, rippled with even the slightest touch. This image alone should've been enough to make me fill her asshole with cum, but I couldn't give in, not when she'd teased me, not when she so desperately wanted me to fuck that ass.
So I held back. Somehow, god help me I held back my cum, but I didn't hold back on that ass.
Not once I really got started.
The long slow strokes had given way to long, faster strokes, her ass swallowing almost the entire length of my cock with each stroke as I pounded in and out of her.
"Oh, fuck that's sweet, yeah, oh god, fuck, fuck, fuck me, fuck my ass," she groaned, so lost in lust she didn't even hold herself up, dedicating both hands to furiously rubbing her clit.
"God, your ass is so fucking amazing, Josie!" I exclaimed as I pounded her.
"Yeah, well, fuck, your cock ain't so bad either!" she admitted.
"Thanks," I said, slapping her ass.
Josie growled at me, a low, catlike sound that promised pain to come, pain that I suddenly found I was looking forward to very much. In response to that growl, I started pounding her ass even harder, slamming her as hard into the cushions as I could. In the lustful fury of our fucking, I found myself faintly grateful for Brooke's exercise regimen. Though her routines were really putting me through the ringer, I was better at fucking longer and harder than I was before I met her.
It's not to say that Josie and I weren't working up a sweat as I defiled her pure, pale ass, but I wasn't as out of breath as I might've been a month ago, and that was saying something.
Especially when it let me fuck ass like this.
"Fuck," I muttered.
"Goddamn!" Josie shot back.
"So good."
"Keep fucking, keep fucking."
"So tight."
"So big."
"So hot."
"It's-"
"I know-"
"Fucking-"
"FUCK!"
"I'M CUMMING, FUCK, I'M CUMMING AGAIN!" Josie screamed as another blast of hot liquid hit my thighs. Her asshole contracted around my cock hard, squeezing me so tightly, trying to force me out and just setting off my own powerful orgasm, yelling as my one final thrust buried my cock all the way in her ass and firing off shot after shot of cum. It was a neverending orgasm, with what felt like an impossible amount of cum that just kept firing over and over into her.
Exhausted and drained, I collapsed onto her back, sweaty and panting. Wanting her, wanting to kiss her, my lips found the skin of the back of her neck. I kissed her exposed skin softly a few times, so drained and content I probably could've fallen asleep right then and there and not woken up for a couple days.
Josie had different plans.
With impressive strength given how hard we'd both cum, she rolled me off of her back and onto mine. I got a great view of her asshole stretched wide, a river of my cum pouring from it as she turned around. Her perfectly made up face was a mess of black and white streaks, the face beneath it a masked beast of pure lust.
Forcefully, she crawled to my deflating cock and started licking it. Saying nothing, only staring into my eyes, she licked my cum-drenched cock, cleaning it, taking advantage of my sensitivity. It felt impossible, but somehow she got it hardening again. It was slow, a little at a time, but she was insistent. Her lips, tongue and hands combined bringing me back to full hardness after only a couple minutes' effort.
Satisfied with that, she climbed on top of me, sinking her pussy all the way down onto my cock. Compared to the intense tightness of her asshole, her pussy was a warm reprieve, still tight, but very wet and very welcoming. The ability to finally see her face, to see that look of pure satisfaction as her pussy stretched around my cock, was one I'd realized I missed in all the savage assfucking, and now, it was about as close to perfection as I could've imagined our union being.
That calm perfection managed to even last about fifteen seconds before she started moving, before I realized she wanted to use her pussy to do to my cock what I'd done to her asshole.
Josie took up a rapid, violent pace, taking almost all of my cock with each bounce. I grabbed onto her hips, fucking back into her, until she took my hands and put them on her tits. I held onto them, squeezing and massaging them, playing with her nipples as the gigantic tits bounced up and down uncontrollably.
I was tired. She wasn't. I was along for the ride on this fuck, but when the ride means a slutty goth chick with big tits on top of you and fucking me for all I was worth, it was a ride I was fine being along for.
Especially when she bent over, pressing her tits into my chest and kissing me on the lips. There was such a soft tenderness to that kiss in such stark contrast to the way she fucked my cock. It was confusing and awesome all at once, pleasure from both extremes as she continued to go wild on my cock.
It was probably those extremes that made my balls boil that second time so soon after the first, that and extra pent up cum from my earlier delayed orgasm I'd imagine, cumming inside of her with one last, weakened grunt while she rode me a few seconds longer to her last, softest orgasm.
On wobbly legs, she got up and found my pants, tossing me my phone.
"Figured I'd owe you a proper picture," she said, sitting down and lewdly posing on some of the pads next to me, leaning forward and arching her back just enough that I can see all of her, her smeared makeup face, her massive tits, even her two gaping, cum-leaking holes. Pulling on strength I didn't even know I had, I took a picture of her like this and dropped my phone back on my pants.
With the room filled with nothing but the sounds of our strained panting, real words found me slowly.
"Just so you know," I said. "I wasn't being picky, with all the popular girls I've been with. They were sort of just what came along. I'm pretty good to fuck anyone who's willing."
"I can tell," Josie said, leaning up against me. I wrapped an arm around her shoulders, feeling strangely intimate with her considering what we'd just done. Her eyes met mine, briefly, and I couldn't help myself but kiss her. Nothing fiery, just a soft, sweet kiss that both of us dragged out a few seconds longer than we needed. There was something... interesting between Josie and me. I wasn't sure what it was, but it was something I was willing to explore.
I think she might've felt that too, which probably explained why she changed the topic. "It's gonna take a shit-ton of work to get this place cleaned up and made into a proper haunted house."
"Seriously," I admitted, surveying the room. "We'll need to clean out all this furniture, set up some walls... shit, we don't even have a theme yet, do we?"
"I think that's step one. Get a few good ideas, run them by Nadia," Josie said, all business even though she was completely naked.
"That's a plan," I said.
"So, uh, you good for a planning session?" Josie asked.
"One with clothes on?" I asked.
"That would probably be wise," Josie admitted. "Maybe, maybe we should get dressed, take a notebook, go out and grab some coffee? We can look online, see what kind of haunted house making guides we can find, then make a list of everything that needs to be done that we can think of, try to think of what Nadia hasn't already thought of-"
"You mean 'who' she's thought of?" I suggested. As my head started to come back together after a good round of sex, the idea of Nadia pimping me out for favors was sounding a little more dodgy, but I wanted to prove that I was a team player, and if me having sex could help out...
"Yeah, that," Josie said. "Then after we've had time to recharge, find someplace quiet, your place, my place, who cares, and shake the fucking walls one or two more times?"
That someone who looked so cute could be so fucking filthy at the same time still surprised me, but it was one I was very welcome to.
"Sounds like a plan," I said, kissing her.
"We're gonna make this a pretty kickass Halloween Scream, aren't we?" Josie said.
Looking at the cluttered, insanely packed bungalow, I wasn't quite sure I shared her confidence, but I was looking forward to making an effort.
"Either that, or we're gonna die trying," I shrugged.
"Music to my ears," she said, giving me one long, lingering kiss that threatened to keep us in here a little longer. When I realized I didn't give a shit about leaving anytime soon, I wrapped my arms around her and returned the kiss.