She walked softly into the moonlit bedroom. The space seemed to glow with a layer of sheer silk flowing from the ceiling around her bed. She heard the rain outside rhythmically calming her as the scent of jasmine welcomed her into relaxation. There was nothing like coming home. Home was where she felt comfortable to be herself as a natural body, naked within a soul.

The night welcomed her, but not as softly as her favorite sound. Her lover was hiding in the shadows, she could feel his stare on her skin. Without talking, he reached for her, anxious to touch her. Prickly goosebumps ran down her soft arms while he wrapped himself around her. He kissed her neck like a greedy boy, unable to quench his thirst for her essence.

Caught in an extended moment of bliss, their lips were pressed together, the nape of her neck was licked, his ears were whispered into while passion grew.

Unable to control himself any longer, he handed her a soft box, tied with a blue ribbon. She pulled the ribbon and was rewarded with a magical rush of lust and a healthy amount of dirty thoughts. A fresh batch of supplies and toys were carefully arranged with coordinating colors, a lustful amount of lube and an overly ample supply of chocolate.

He took a truffle from the box and placed it on her tongue as he ran his own tongue down her neck, her eyes closed and her dirty mind wandered.

He stepped away and walked behind her, unzipping her dress. As he pulled her dress off her shoulders, he was greeted by lush amounts of feminine curves and lacy black slip. She stood there, eyes closed enjoying the moment of being exposed by someone else’s hands. The slip fell to the wayside and exposed her soft skin.

Her breasts were exposed to the moonlight as he guided her to the waiting cloud of a bed. He held her nipples delicately in his lips and fingers. She fell back, red hair flowing over her satin pillow. She could barely breathe as she felt his breath on her thighs.

She was tired and let herself melt into the room, relaxing and letting the chaos in her mind slip away. There would be no struggle from her, she would merely accept and greatly enjoy.

As she reached for the back of his head to pull him in closer, she felt the silk scarf wrapped around her wrist. She knew there would be hard cold handcuffs wrapped around the silk, they were holding her in place but she was still surprised by their strength. It was only matched by the passion in the room.

She felt her other wrist wrapped in luxury as they were carefully placed above her head, resting on a pile of pillows. He placed a sleeping mask over her eyes and another truffle on her tongue. The chocolate melted sweetly in her pretty mouth as the night grew darker for her, leaving her to feel deep desires as she could only listen to the rain.

She lay there, naked in the dark while waiting to hear a whisper of a clue as to what would happen next. She had a seen the contents of the box and made notes of what to expect but could not tell in what order and if everything would actually be used. She knew anything inside the box was, of course, subject to her approval. She was seduced by all she had seen.

Her breasts tingled as they were rubbed softly with warm jasmine oil. Her thighs soon followed as his hands headed north to the throbbing blossom of her favorite kind of attention. The oils warmed to the touch and frustrated her with a need for stronger massaging rubs.

She was rewarded with a humm and a light buzz on her clit. It was wonderful but she needed so much more. She pressed down to grind against the vibrations but was unsuccessful as it merely stayed the same.

A gentle whisper warned her to be good and lay back and enjoy, she was not to push harder or grind unless told to do so. Her nipples were pinched lovingly hard.

The vibrations were pushed stronger against her for a wonderful and brief moment and then pulled back to a mere tickle again. She tried to breathe and enjoy.

His strong hands grabbed her ankles and were not as delicately handled as her wrists. She felt the leather restraints tighten. The vibration pushing harder against her aching clit. Her legs were spread wide and left her vulnerable and exposed. Two soft and steady fingers probed her pussy walls while her clit felt like it would explode. She tried again to push against the fingers and was warned, again, to be careful. This time her clit was pinched and rubbed between his fingers causing her extreme joy and a bulge of heated and needed pain.

The vibrations were taken away as she tried desperately to contain herself, relax and wait. As the minutes passed, she felt that loving strong hand back at her ankle, she felt a snap of a restraint and the pulling of her legs as they were now held in place using her king brass canopy bed. Her legs were stroked and massaged but left short at the height of her inner thigh.

Again, the vibration started her as she could merely breathe from the relief of near ecstasy. Bound and helpless she knew what was ahead and was scared slightly, but so much more aroused.

Her nipples were pinched and twisted. She felt the clamps come down on them. She knew it was not going to be soft but hoped it would not be harsh. She could feel the clamps were linked as she felt the chain being pulled to tug at them.

His voice was raspy and heavy.

“This will keep you better behaved. Mind your manners or things may get harder to handle.”

The removal of the vibration on her clit was soothed by warm massaging oil again. The rubbing and pinching lead to penetration of her pussy, but this time not by a finger. She felt the weight of her favorite dildo pushing deep within her. She had picked out the dildo herself, noting the strength, heavy weight and length of her new favorite toy, she could not mistake it for any other. Vibrations were sent through its enormity with the wave of a wand.

He pushed her knees pushed back, leaving all of her exposed with little more give left in the restraints. Pillows were slid beneath her one by one while the vibrating fake cock engulfed her. She felt the massaging oil on her rim. A finger slipped inside her ass as she tried to breathe but could not help but moan.

His finger pushed and probed her ass and was joined by another. His hands were massive and prying, begging for her to relax and accept. He took his time as the large soft anal plug pushed in her ass slowly, then it popped into place. She gasped for air. She tried to calm down and wait. It was not easy. She desperately did not want to be teased anymore and longed for the orgasm that was being built from the greatest depths of her filthy mind.

She was left alone for what felt like an eternity. No vibrations, just her sexual muscles constricting around all playful toys, throbbing against them but not able to extract quite enough pleasure. The chain on her nipples was pulled as she felt another truffle brushing against her lips. She opened her mouth as another chocolate rested on her tongue.

Her heavy pussy invader was stroking the inner workings of all the pleasure she thought she could feel. Her dildo pushed further inside of her and against the tenderness that met with her plug. The chain was pulled as she moaned with her soul. Her hips pushed against the rhythm, desperately trying to gain more pleasure, unable to help herself.

The room fell quiet as the large heavy dildo was removed from her sad and throbbing pussy. She knew she had disappointed him.

“Why do you challenge me?” Smack went his hand on her exposed clit. She knew better than to answer. Smack, smack, smack, smack. Her poor clit tried to jump away while her legs were secured. She could not move.

“Again, why do you challenge me?” There was another smack, then a rubbing as his fingers probed her deep pussy, prying as many inside of her as possible. He smacked her again on the clit and added another finger deeply in her throbbing pussy. It wriggled deeply in her while rubbing her g-spot. She was flooded with wetness.

He demanded, “Answer me now.”

She gasped, knowing there was no right answer but gave up and tried. “I merely wanted more.”

His voice was strong. “You know better. I will pleasure you as I want and as you desperately need. If you continue to take this from me, you shall have to finish on your own. Now, be a good one and enjoy.” Smack. Smack. Smack. Her clit throbbed. Smack. Smack.

He left her alone again. Her pussy was aching, empty and frustrated. She merely had her anal plug to keep her company. The chain on her nipples was pulled. He had her attention.

“Turn to my voice.”

She did as she was told. She turned and felt a brushing on her lips again. This time, it was the soft skin of his hard and throbbing cock.

“Open your pretty mouth and lick me as much as you can.”

Feeling the emptiness of her throbbing pussy, she took her frustration out on him with long slow licks and sucks. He held the back of her head, his fingers wrapped within her long red hair while setting the pace. In her position, she could not take as much of his cock inside of her mouth, but desperately tried as much as possible. He moaned for her as he pulled her chain.

His grip on her hair tightened as he let her mouth repay him for her frustrations. He stopped her, as hard as that was, because he knew how sweet the rest of her would be. Her knees were still open, her pussy exposed before him. He pulled her chain again against her nipples until she gasped.

“You did very well. I love how you suck me. Now, be good and you will feel better soon.” Smack, smack again against her throbbing clit. He pulled another item from the box and spread her pussy lips tight. He snapped a clip on her clit, it lingered down and weighed against her folds throbbing between her clit and damp pussy opening. He rubbed the sides of the clip, making sure it was not pinching.

He pushed her plug further, she could feel another ball against her as she took a breath and relaxed while it slipped in. This next ball was quite large and stimulating. He pulled on her nipples. Her pussy waited, vacant and desperately wet.

The throbbing of her pussy was greeted again by her heavy dildo. Her chain was pulled until it could pull no further against her nipples. The dildo pushed deeper in her, meeting with her clit clip.

He pushed the anal plug in further as she let it expand her. He then pulled it out, leaving her wanting and on edge. He pushed his thumb in her ass to keep it warm. Her legs were raised with the restraints as she could feel his thick cock touching her sweet asshole. He swirled it with his fingers and positioned himself straight and pushed the head within her. She cried out and did not move away from him. He pulled her chain harder and got it to go further somehow.

He shoved his hard cock further into her ass, slowly withdrawing, then pushing in more. The dildo was pushed by his motions, so heavy on her g spot, that melted with her clit clip. He pushed harder into her tight ass and pumped into her deeply.

He told her to hold on but she was not sure if she could. With another pull on her nipples, ecstasy on her clit and G Spot, he was as deep as he had ever been in her ass.

“Now, you can grind back.”

She did as she was told, as much as she could while being restrained. Her orgasm was blooming as he pulled back and smacked her clit. She was clenching her teeth, breathing, waiting and longing for her orgasm to open.

“You have my permission to come.” He pulled her nipples hard, pushed his hard cock in her sweet ass more.

She felt the black hole of the orgasm envelope her. She felt him let go and came deep within her ass. He waited with his cock inside of her ass, simply pulsing with his spent thoughts.

He removed his cock, rubbed her clit softly as he unclipped her. Her pussy was still clenching her large heavy dildo. He nipples were freed carefully as she was left restrained and exposed. He pushed slowly on her dildo, her pussy clenched harder as the orgasm continued.

Slowly, her orgasm subsided. She was left on the bed alone with the huge dildo still invading her as he snuck off into the shadows.

She floated off to sleep and awoke with him wrapped around her. She was freed from her restraints. She felt naughty as she realized the anal plugged had invaded her again.


Sweets revenge exposes a weakness and opportunity

This is an entry in the 2012 Halloween contest.


In case you didn’t know…

M&M is a registered trademark of the Mars company.

Hershey’s KISSES Brand Chocolates is a registered trademark of the Hershey Company


I love Halloween. The unapologetic, over-the-top nature of the whole holiday. An excess of candy, a shortage of material in costume making, a handy excuse for the wildest party of the year. Black and white horror films. Technicolor home displays. The sluttification of the American woman. The perfect excuse to scare your friends.

Did I mention the candy?

Our office has a break area supplied with drinks and snack. Mostly soda, water, some juice, and something over-caffeinated in the fridge. Chips, cookies, crackers, nuts and fruit in the cabinets and on the counter.

Halloween brings the candy. Mmmm. Chocolate.

It starts a couple of weeks early, when the over-sized, individually wrapped goodies come out for Halloween, and it continues for another week of decadence following the Trick-or-Treating, when everyone brings in their excess remains.

Our admin is a cutie, young and definitely OCD. Everything has to be in order, lined up, organized, everything in its place. I can see why my office drives her nuts. She gets fidgety whenever she’s in there more than a few seconds. I made her sit through a conference call once, and within minutes she lost it and was sifting through my desk contents, stacking, moving, lining things up. I kept smacking her hands away, and 30 seconds later she’d be back at it. Embarrassed, but unable to stop. Cute as hell.

I stop by her desk a few times a day, checking on mail, assigning some minor tasks, sometimes to chat. She’s a sweet girl, pretty, almost finished with college, which she’s completing part-time. Wears nice little cleavage exposing tops at least once a week or so. Bless her little heart.

Briana does the snack buying, and I noticed she had a penchant for M&Ms. Regular, no peanuts, pretzels, or peanut butter. Simple candy coated chocolate heaven. I personally am a fan of the Hershey Kisses. How simple and elegant, teardrops of endorphins, individually wrapped. Melt in your mouth goodness.

I couldn’t help notice how she’d grab a handful of M&Ms out of the candy jar, and lay them out in orderly little piles, sorted by color and number. Sometimes they’d be lined up, other times separated into groups. Boxes of 4, curved rainbows, triangles, concentric circles. There was always an uneven number to start, more of the greens and oranges, maybe the blues, a shortage of yellows, reds, browns. She’d work to even it out, eating the excess quantities down until they were nicely balanced, then continuing to bring the number down until there were one or two of all the colors equally. She worked from left to right (never right to left) or top to bottom, until they were all gone by the end of the day. One good size fistful to start the day, lasting all eight hours.

I’d been giving her a hard time. We were out of Kisses and dry roasted peanuts, but the M&M jar was still a third full, so no shopping. On the third day of shortage I was leaning over the edge of her desk, eyeing her neat little piles. Time to ratchet things ups.

I commenced my terrorist campaign.

Let’s face it. Engineer’s are a weird bunch. Nothing half-assed in our plans. If we’re going to do something, no reason not to do it to excess.

When Briana returned from lunch, she was faced with an epic disaster. In a line of M&Ms six long, and three deep, the fourth from the left was missing. There was a note, written in newspaper ransom font.


I had a perfect view of her response. I had adjusted the entrance camera to look down on her desk, and had tapped into the IP feed.

She appeared to be in shock. She shrugged it off, and sat down, a few minutes later moving the M&Ms around, into different patterns. She always came back to the same three lines, in the same order. Green, orange, blue, red, yellow, brown. And that sad gap where one was missing.

She got up and went to the kitchen, returning with one red M&M. Damn. Such a beautiful plan, such a simple flaw. Briana slipped it into the opening and went back to her work.

For about 10 seconds.

She turned back and moved the one new red M&M. Adjusted its position. Turned it upside down. She finally picked it up, looked at it and popped it between her pretty red lips. Leaving the huge cavity in her design.

Thirty seconds later she was standing in my doorway. “I want it back,” she said, looking so determined. Adorable.

“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” I said calmly.

She walked over and stared down at me from her lofty 5’5″, including three inch wedge heels. Wow. I rated. She’d put on her shoes to confront me. “Give it back.”

“You know what it takes,” I told her calmly, continuing my typing.

She turned and stomped out of my office, “You can be such a jerk, Zach.”

“Thank you, please come again,” I called out after her.

I brought the video feed back up and watched her angrily push the candy pile to the side, making a jumble of it, getting back to some form she was working on. That didn’t last five minutes. She turned to the side, her hands practically shaking, rearranging the piles, desperately. Seeing her like that I started to feel bad for her. It was a real compulsion.

Damn. It was just a joke. I didn’t want to do that to her.

I unlocked my file drawer, reaching to the back, and pulling out the tiny little clear plastic box I’d put her M&M in. A joke. I looked up as Briana burst into my office, closing the door sharply behind her. She leaped upon me, pressing her lips against mine. She bit my lip, her tongue brushing against my teeth, her breath heavy.

She pulled back, her eyes on fire, chest heaving. “There. Now give her to me.”

I was shocked, and on the verge of groveling for treating her like that. But I couldn’t. It was too damn funny. “Chocolate Kisses, Bree. We’re out of chocolate kisses.” I pushed her little captive red M&M out in front of me.

She picked up the box, clutching it to her chest, blushing. “I’m so sorry, Zach,” she whispered, bringing her hand to her mouth.

“Three days we’ve been out. It was only meant to be a little reminder,” I told her. I wanted to hold her, calm her, but I was afraid. The office. Sexual harassment. The age difference, only about 10 years, but it seemed like 20.

“Don’t tell, Ok? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” she whispered, literally shaking. I could swear she was on the verge of a breakdown.

I couldn’t stand it. “Shh.” I whispered, putting my arm around and her and walking her back to her desk. I didn’t give a flying fuck if anybody saw.

Standing in front of her candy pile, I took the plastic pillbox from her and opened it. I placed it next to the colorful stacks. “You rescued her. Bring her home.”

Briana fumbled twice, her shaking hands unable to pull the red M&M from its temporary home. She ended up turning the box over, dumping it out and pushing it in line with the others. She pulled it out again, turning it upside down so the imprinted white ‘m’ was on the top. She turned it so the printing was straight, and slid it back in place.

I saw the tenseness disperse, and she sat back in her chair, obviously relieved. She grabbed the first M&M in line, the green one and popped it in her mouth. She grinned at me, leaning back in her chair. Suddenly so calm and collected.

“I’ll get the Kisses tonight,” she said. “Hershey, chocolate Kisses.”

“I’m not picky about the brand. I suddenly find myself a fan of all types of kisses.”

She grinned. “I bet. You say one word about this, and I will make you pay forever. Believe me, Zach. I can make your life hell.”

I shrugged. “Or heaven.” I leaned over. “Sorry, I was only teasing,” I said softly.

She gave me a sweet little smile and a wink. “I know. We’re cool.”

Her phone rang, and she looked at the number. “I have to take this. It’s important.”

I nodded, turning back to my desk.

“Mom? Everything’s fine…”

Back at my desk, I couldn’t stop thinking about her, and that kiss. I kept the video feed up on my desktop, while working. She had slowly worked her way through the first three M&Ms and had come to the red one. She picked it up and moved it to the back row, eating the one she’d replaced.

Still awfully cute, for a nut job.

I watched her all afternoon. I felt like a damn stalker. Hell, who am I kidding, I was. It was that damn red M&M. I kept waiting for her to eat it. She always ate all of them, before she left at 4:30, on the dot.

It was 4:28, and three M&Ms remained. Red, yellow, brown. Briana had already turned off the computer, and cleared her desk. A spotless surface except for those three colorful chocolates. She suddenly reached out and grabbed all three of them, putting them in her mouth. That lasted a good 5 seconds before she was spitting them back out into her hand. She put the red one to the side, and popped the other two back into her mouth. I saw her trembling hand pick up the last lonely survivor. She opened her drawer, pulled out a napkin and patted it dry. She pursed her lips and blew on it, examining it carefully for damage. I watched her open her center drawer and pull out the pillbox. She glanced up at the clock, placed Red back into the plastic home, and locked her away. The clock still read 4:30, the second hand sweeping past the nine. She grabbed her purse and keys, running through the door. On time as always.

I stayed late. Very late. Doing something I should have done months before.

* * *

I strolled in around 9:40. We have flex hours, 9:30 to 4:30 the core hours when everyone is supposed to be in the office. I usually make it by 9:30, but I wasn’t a stickler. We didn’t punch a time clock, and as long as you’re in the right ballpark, nobody cares about a few minutes now and then.

Briana was sitting in my office. “It’s 9:42,” she said, exasperated.

There was a little pyramid of Kisses in the middle of my desk.

“I’m sorry.” I was. I imagine those 12 minutes were hell for her.

I sat in my chair, the desk between us. “Kisses for me?”

She grinned. “Chocolate only, if you can’t be on time.”

Flirting. Cute. Adorable. “I won’t be late again.”

She ran her hands across my cleared desk. Nothing but a monitor, a keyboard, a mouse, and my phone. She looked around the office. Spotless. “Did you do this for me?” she asked softly.

I nodded. “I don’t want you uncomfortable when you come in here.”

She smiled, and stood up. “You didn’t just throw it all in a drawer, did you?” She opened the overhead cabinets, seeing all my books neatly stacked. She reordered a couple of them, and moved to my drawers, opening them and looking inside. She had to make a change everywhere, stacking pads, moving a stapler, shifting empty folders to the back of the full ones, instead of the front.

When she closed the last one, she went back to her chair, sitting back, relaxed, obviously happy. “Must have taken you a while,” she said.

“And then some.”

She stood again, leaning over the desk toward me. It was cleavage day, and I got quite a nice glimpse of flesh. “That was sweet,” she said softly. She reached out and pulled the top Kiss off my neat little pile. She opened it slowly, pulling the little piece of white paper out and straightening it, then stretched across and put the chocolate to my lips. I opened my mouth and accepted her little gift. Briana rolled the foil into a tiny ball, and dropped it in the garbage can. She ran the paper through her fingers, until it was nice and straight.

“Be on time tomorrow, or no kisses for you.”

I watched her on camera during the day. Not compulsively like the day before, but occasionally, smiling to myself each time she changed the pattern of her piles or ate another one. She had the little pillbox out, pushed back out of view, behind her pill piles.

I stopped by and chatted a moment, looking at her neat little groupings. “How’s Red?”

She blushed. She pulled the little clear box forward. “I couldn’t do it. She’s not a candy now. She’s the queen of the M&Ms.”

“Lucky girl. Gets to sit up here with you all day.”

“How were the kisses?” she asked.

“Sweet as always. Melt in your mouth goodness. Not as nice as yesterday’s of course.”

“No? That’s too bad. Next time I might have to look for a new brand.”

By the end of the day, her pile was gone, and at 4:30, Red was in her protective box, hidden in a drawer, and I was online doing a little shopping for my M&M girl.

* * *

I was at my desk at 9:20. At 9:30 on the dot, Briana walked in looking around the office, obviously checking to see if I’d maintained it in good order. She closed the door, until it was open only a couple of inches. She walked over to the window and adjusted the blind so it was even at the bottom, and ran her hand down the slats, making sure they were all in place. Turning back to the desk, she opened her bag and took out four Hershey kisses. She put three in a neat little triangle, and turned the fourth one upside down in the middle. Exactly the same as the day before.

“There’s one missing,” I observed brilliantly.

She leaned against the desk next to me. “Goodness. I guess there is. We’ll have to fix that.” She leaned in and gave me a sweet little kiss on the lips. Nothing crazy, only a soft pucker, not even any tongue.

Even so, she had my heart racing.

“Better?” she asked, turning to the door.

“Yes. I like that brand a lot better.”

She laughed opening the door. “I’m sure you do. Enjoy your kisses.”

I watched my girl during the day, playing with her candy, entertaining Red, and going through her typical work day. I spaced my own kisses out during the day, imagining replacing each with a real kiss. My new favorite brand.

I left a note on her desk. “Wait for me, before you get your M&Ms.

* * *

At home my package had arrived. $65 for a less than a pound, rush, overnight delivery. Expensive. My adorable admin was definitely worth it.

* * *

I showed up early, knowing that she’d probably get edgy, breaking up her routine. At 7:58 she was organizing her space, unlocking her drawers, putting her purse in the back of the bottom right, hanging up her jacket. At 8:00 she was seated at her desk. She looked up at the clock, moved her mouse and logged into the computer.

I stopped by a couple of minutes later. “Let me know when you’re going to get your snacks,” I said.

She barely looked up, scrolling through her email. “Nine o’clock.”

At nine, Briana was standing in my door, punctual as always. I got up and walked with her to the break-room. She walked over to the M&M jar, and I stopped in front of it, reaching into the cupboard, top shelf. I brought down the jar and passed it to her.

She was nicely surprised. I watched her open the wide mouth jar, dipping her hand in and retrieving a fist full of M&Ms. Three colors only, light pink, dark pink and red. She lifted one up and looked at it. On the reverse it had my name, ZACH. She grinned. “Your brand?”

I nodded. “Not near as nice as yours, but I thought you might like to give it a try.”

She shook her head. “I can’t eat these.”

I closed the jar, and put it on the top shelf. “You have to, or I won’t let you see the next batch.”

She laughed, such a sweet carefree sound. She was beautiful when she laughed. “Ok, I’ll give them a try. It’s going to be hard to beat the originals.”

“A try is all I ask.”

She retreated to her desk, and I watched her play with her new M&Ms, sorting and organizing them. At 9:30 she walked into my office, giving a quick look around. She partially closed the door, came over beside me, her cute bottom resting on my desk, and put three Kisses on my desk.

I pouted. “I was gypped.”

She giggled and brought her lips to mine, kissing me softly, lingering, her tongue brushing my lips for a moment. She brushed her hand against my cheek, as she pulled away. “Still feel gypped?

I shook my head.

“You can have the other one after you take me to lunch. 11:50. Don’t be late.”

At 11:40, I looked up into my admin video feed, and she was playing with the M&Ms. She moved her hands, and I saw she had created a heart, the dark red M&Ms on the outer edge, two interior rows of light pink, the rest of the center filled with the dark pink. She ate three of the dark pink ones, leaving a hole in the middle where she quickly place Red, clear case and all.

She looked up, glancing around and quickly re-segregated them into three piles. She put Red away, and turned off her monitor.

I minimized the camera feed, grabbed my wallet and keys, and hurried to her area, glancing up at the big clock facing her desk. 11:49. At 11:50 she stood and passed me her jacket. I opened it for her, helping her put it on. She pulled her purse out of the bottom drawer, locking her desk.

In the parking lot she took one look at my car and came to a dead standstill. After a few seconds she looked over at me. “Can we take my car?” she asked.

She gave me her keys, and I unlocked the doors, opening hers for her, closing it securely once she was inside. I got in the driver side, adjusting the mirrors and seat. “Any place special?”

She smiled. “I imagine any place you take me will be special.” She looked down at her watch. “Fifty-four minutes.”

Plenty of time for almost anywhere, but I didn’t want her stressing. I had a feeling I knew someplace she’d like. Call it a hunch.

We pulled in front of the large restaurant. It advertised a Chinese buffet, but the real prize was the sushi. Usually twenty or more types, with two sushi chefs behind the counter constantly restocking. The lunch buffet was $8.99, $12.99 with the sushi.

Briana was in heaven. She went through the buffet, selecting half a dozen different types, a few of each. She made patterns, by size and color, before eating the first one. I saw a beautiful smile appear on her face. “It’s good,” she said.

“You like sushi?” I asked.

She giggled. “A little late to ask.” She picked up a second one, tuna. “So far I do.”

“Your first time?”

She nodded, blushing. “In a lot of ways. Thank you, Zach.”

I showed her how to take the wasabi and mix it with the soy sauce for dipping. It took her a couple of minutes to get it the way she wanted, then tested it with a piece of Salmon, evening her plate down to two each of five different types. Four pieces as spikes of a wheel, with two pieces of spicy volcano roll in the middle.

I got a kick out of trying to teach her how to use chopsticks. I thought it was interesting that she had no problems with the new type of food, and utensils. Then again, what did I know about that kind of compulsion?

It was nice. We chatted about work, about the upcoming holiday, the merits of M&Ms vs. Kisses. There was little awkwardness, and a surprising level of comfort.

With ten minutes to spare, I had paid the bill, and was helping her with her coat. The restaurant was less than 5 minutes from the office, but I didn’t want her getting nervous if I pressed the time.

She grinned as she got in the car. “I would have been good for a couple of more minutes,” she said, almost apologetically.

“I’ll remember that next time.”

“You think there’s going to be a next time? After that stunt you pulled kidnapping Red?”

“Kidnapping? I was the one who saved her. I had heard she was going to be eaten before 4:30 pm. Such a cruel fate.”

I hadn’t started the car. And our time was ticking away. “I had an ulterior motive for leaving early,” I confessed.

“You? Ulterior motive? I’m shocked.”

“I was hoping to collect on my missing kiss.”

She leaned toward me smiling. “I think that’s only fair. It was a very nice lunch, thank you.”

I met her halfway, our lips coming together gently. Hers parted against the pressure of my tongue, allowing me access, teasing and tasting her. I hated to pull away, but time was of the essence.

I started the car before she was even leaning back in her chair, turning into traffic. I looked over at her, eyes almost closed, smiling at me enigmatically. “You’re not what I expected,” she said softly.

“Ditto, and then some.”

She laughed. “Oh, I know I’m seriously fucked up, but you…you surprise me.”

“I hope in a good way.”

“Definitely. Most definitely. Thanks again. I was very nervous about this, and I can say, without the least hesitation, that was the best date I’ve ever been on.”

“I get to call it a date?” I teased.

“It ended in a kiss, didn’t it?”

“I’d like to date you again.”

“Me too. Let me have a little time to digest this one first, alright?”

“Whatever time you need.”

I got out of the car, and ran around to her side, to open her door. She’d started to open it but stopped, and waited for me. I helped her out, closing the door behind her, and passing her the keys.

“You didn’t open the door for me on the way there,” she observed.

“I didn’t know we were on a date. I’m sorry.”

She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Forgiven. I like sushi.”

* * *

Our second lunch date, three days later, and less than a week until Halloween. I had called ahead to the restaurant, and asked them to have the food ready when we arrived. Briana was surprised, but delighted when an assortment of finger-food appetizers was presented to us, on two large platters.

“Appetizers for lunch. I hope I wasn’t too presumptuous.”

She was already making patterns from our snacks. She was giggling, in a great mood. “Double kisses for you today. This is the best ever. I can take what I want, and you get stuck with the excess. It’s perfect.”

She took a bite of something deep-fried. “What are these round things?” she asked.

“I have no idea. Probably fried zucchini or something similar.”

She put them on my plate, opening up space on hers for arranging. “I hope you like them. They taste like poop.”

“Thank you so much for letting me have the good stuff,” I kidded. She was right. They weren’t very good. “Reminder to self. Double mini-burgers, no fried poop, next time.”

Briana smiled and reached for the last slider. I beat her to it.

“No! He’s mine. I saw him first. I opened a space for him and everything,” she whined.

“You snooze, you lose,” I told her, lifting it teasingly, for a big bite.

“Please? You can’t devour him, it’s not fair. He has to go last.”


“He’s the tallest. Last. It has to be.”

“What will you trade for him?” I asked.

She pouted. “I already promised you double kisses,” she said softly.

“From your plate. I have to eat too. Not just the fried poop. Trade for him.”

“Oh,” she said blushing. She eyed her plate, moving the food around, and freed up three items. “Fair?” she asked.

I tried to act like I was thinking hard. Fist to the bottom of the chin and everything.

“What? It’s a good deal,” she griped.

“Sorry. You got me thinking about the kisses. Much better deal.”

She grinned. “You like?”

“Very much.”

“If you can be by my car at 4:35, one Big kiss. Fair trade?”

“More than fair. I feel like I’m cheating you now.”

She took the slider off my plate, moving the other three items onto mine. “That wasn’t the deal.”

“Eat. You’re going to need your strength.”

She was right. At 4:31, I was standing by her car waiting. She walked over casually, unlocking the car from a distance, opening the passenger door and putting her purse inside. She walked around the car and slid into my arms as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

I was expecting the kiss, but was very glad for the long extended hug.

She looked up at me expectantly, and I brought my lips down to hers. It started slowly enough, brushing our lips together, puckered little kisses. She pressed her little teeth against my bottom lip, tugging softly. I ran my tongue across her upper teeth, feeling their sharp, perfectly aligned bottoms. Her mouth opened, pressing forward, her tongue pushing against mine, sliding around it, her breath flowing into me.

I let my legs slide outward, pulling her body closer, connecting from hips to chest, my arms drawing her tighter. She made the sweetest little whimper, opening her mouth and letting me explore.

I felt her tremble, and backed away slowly, worried that I had pushed things too far. “Are you Ok?” I asked, looking into her eyes, looking for any signal she was uncomfortable.

“No. I’m scared.”

“Why, Bree? What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s the problem. It’s all too good. It has to blow up in my face. I don’t deserve this,” she said nervously.

I kissed her forehead, her narrow little turned up nose, her soft lips, her sharp chin. “Give us a chance, don’t be afraid of something good happening.”

She trembled, burying her head in my chest. “Slowly, Zach, Ok? This is all so new to me.”


“Everything. It should be more difficult than this. It can’t be this easy. Nothing new ever is.”

I stroked her back, showering kisses on the top of her head. I decided to change the subject. “A friend of mine is having a Halloween party. Usually a pretty big blow-out. Would you like to go, Saturday?”

“I don’t do well at big parties.”

“What do you normally do for Halloween?”

“Dress up and pass out candies. I like to see all the kid’s outfits. We get a good sized crowd in my neighborhood.”

“Would you like company?”

“You’d be bored. You should go to your party,” she said.

“I’d love to spend the evening with you, passing out candy, and maybe watching a couple of old movies.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely positive. Please.”

She gave me a squeeze. “No later than 6:00 pm. Dress up.”

“Thank you. I’ll be there.”

“Nothing too crazy either. My parents always stop by. I can’t tell them no, just because I have a date. Not on Halloween.”

“Understood. Family friendly costume.”

She gave me a little kiss. “Was the Big Kiss worth that silly little burger?” she asked.

“Worth the whole friggin’ restaurant.”

She chuckled. “Why do you have to be so sweet?”

“It’s all the kisses. Chocolate and otherwise.”

“Mmm. Remind me to keep you fully stocked.”

I opened the door, before returning to work. Costume. I had an idea.

* * *

Two more lunches before the weekend. Both times a delight. I wanted to see more of her, after work on a real date maybe, but I didn’t want to push her. The more I thought about her comments, how everything was new to her, the more nervous I got. Did she not date? Was I her first ‘boyfriend’. I felt the weight of responsibility settle on my shoulders to be as good as I could be, for her.

I found the costume I was looking for online. Paid a fortune for overnight shipping, and then set in to do some customization. Several hours Friday evening and a few more Saturday morning, before I was happy with it.

* * *

She’d said no later than 6:00, not at 6:00, so I felt fine showing up at 5:45. Early enough to allay any concerns about my being late, while giving her plenty of time to get ready.

I rang the bell, and a large, make that huge, man opened the door, dressed as Frankenstein. I had to look up at him, his head higher than the door. Jesus, must have been close to seven feet tall.

He stuck his hand out, and it swallowed mine. “I’m Brian, you must be Zach.” He looked me over, smiling. “I see you know my daughter pretty well.”

He stepped back out of the doorway, gesturing me to come in. “The girls are still getting ready. You know how they are, everything has to be perfect. To the last detail.”

I nodded, grinning. “Women.”

“Especially these two. Like mother like daughter.” He walked toward the kitchen, while I followed, still stunned by his size. “Angela usually has her issues under control, and the drugs help. Briana’s trying to deal with it on her own.”

He passed me a beer from the refrigerator, opening his. “You don’t mind if we talk about this? We probably won’t get another 5 minutes alone. You should know what you’re walking into.”

“I don’t mind at all. I appreciate it. She doesn’t talk much about her family life. Nor about her condition. She does seem to have it under control, as long as she stays on schedule, and we leave her personal space alone.”

“You understand, if you’re going to date her, your personal space becomes hers?”

“I figured that out. Got my office in order, with her approval after a few minor changes. Detailed the car and even organized the trunk.”

“Containers,” he said softly. “For some reason, things in containers don’t bother them as much. A messy container is a very minor nuisance. Even a simple box in the back seat of the car for anything loose, helps a lot.”

“Has your wife always been this way?”

“As long as I’ve known her. If you have any questions, anything, ask. Call. Anytime. I’m serious. Day or night. Anything at all. This isn’t easy. Not for either of you. You’re the first man she’s gone out with more than twice. That says a lot to me. I’m pulling for you.”

“Thanks. I’m going to take you up on that. I hope for a very long time.”

He grinned. “That would be good. We only want her to be happy.”

I heard the women in the other room. He perked up, and walked toward the living room. “Coaster, at least an inch away from any edge of the table. Ideally geometrically placed,” he said softly. “By the way. Good choice on the costume. Homerun. You’ll see.”

We walked out and I saw his wife. Bride of Frankenstein, in miniature. She looked like a doll. Even shorter then Briana, with a Marge Simpson hairdo in black and silver. Tight torn mini-dress, black fishnet stockings. Wow. She walked over to me, and gave me a hug. “I’m so glad to meet you, Zach. She can’t stop talking about you.”

“Mom! Gosh!” I turned to see the most adorable sight. A giant Hershey kiss, must have been four feet across at her thighs, if it reached that low. Her legs were encased in white fishnet stockings. She was wearing a smaller Kiss for a hat, and long white gloves. Little white streamers, labeled with “KISSES” stuck out of her hat and the back of her outfit.

She smiled, walking over. “I know how much you like Kisses,” she said. She looked me over, grinning. “Looks like great minds think alike.”

I was dressed as a huge bag of plain M&Ms, dark brown wrapper, from shoulders to knees. Black pants and a black turtleneck complete the ensemble.

Briana giggled. “God, that’s mean. I haven’t had a single M&M today.”

“Ready for a little treat?” I teased, reaching down to my waist, and opening one of my customizations, a pocket, around belly-button level.

“Zach!” she gasped, blushing.

“Trust me, sweetie. Reach in.”

She closed her eyes, turning away from me, and slid her hand into the opening. She laughed, pulling out a hand full of loose M&Ms, in her three custom colors. She popped one in her mouth, gave her mother one, then dropped to her knees, organizing them on the table.

I sat on the couch, placing my beer on a coaster as I’d seen her father do, the coaster touching the corner edges of one of the four large square patterns embedded in the wooden surface.

“Any more surprises in there for me?” she asked. She reached over and nudged my coaster a hair. I couldn’t even see the difference.

I reached into the two side pockets, equally hidden, pulling out mini-bags of M&Ms. “Plain and Peanut.”

Any more teasing was interrupted by the doorbell ringing. “It’s starting!” her mother exclaimed, clapping her hands like a little girl. I could see where Briana got her cuteness from. Her mother must have been at least 40, but she seemed like a teenager. Friggin’ adorable.

Briana finished her M&M segregation, hopped up and ran to the door, the bottom of her outfit bouncing sexily, teasing, not quite showing what she was wearing underneath.

Any ideas I had of watching a movie were quickly abandoned. Briana was right. The kids didn’t stop for hours. She and her mother had a system, a large table around the corner from the front door had an assortment of candy arranged in organized piles. Briana would select the treats to distribute, and pass them to her Dad. He’d hold them on a tray while Briana’s mother delivered them to the trick-or-treaters.

I felt like an outside observer, until Briana got me involved, opening bags of candy and putting them on her table, for her to reorganize before sending them out the door.

It was a blast, talking about the kids outfits, hearing about past costumes, and the Halloween house decorations. The parents were subtle, sliding in a few more personal questions now and then, family size, schooling, job, but only rarely, and never more than one or two without a break.

I didn’t mind sharing, since they were doing the bulk of it. Angela was a tease, surprising me by giving me a hug from behind. “I’m so glad you’re here with us, Zach.”

“No Mom!” Briana snapped, giggling, slapping her Mom’s hands away as she pulled them out of the front pocket, M&Ms in her greedy grip.

“They’re mine,” Briana laughed, grabbing at her Mom’s hands, trying to open them.

“Brian!” her mother called out. “Help me!”

He laughed. “You brought this on yourself Angie, I’m staying out of it.”

They were obviously having fun, and I didn’t want to interfere. A group of kids walked up to the door, and I intercepted them.

“Trick or treat!” the four ankle biters called out.

I reached into my side pockets, pulling out some of my M&M treats. I was happy to get rid of them, they were heavy, and I figured they’d be melting before too long.

I dealt with the crowd of four, 2 mini-bags each, and looked back to see the girls gigging, wrestling. Angela had her hands at her mouth, struggling to eat her treat, while her daughter was trying to pull it away. “My hair!” her mother whined. “Don’t mess up the hair.”

I looked over at Briana’s father, and he shook his head. Don’t get involved. Seemed like good advice.

I had another group of three coming up the walk. Tots. I was a little surprised they were still out, it was getting late. I knelt down in front of them, and when they made their plea for candy, I reached into my outfit and passed out the bags.

“Mom! I can’t believe you! He made those special for me,” Briana whined.

“I didn’t raise you to be selfish,” Angela teased. “I’d share with you.”

Briana came over and without a word reached down my front, coming up with some more treats. She walked over to her Mom, holding them out. “Mom, they’re not normal M&Ms. They’re for me. Look.”

I could feel myself blushing, as Angela looked the candy over. “Oh, sweetie. I didn’t know. I’m sorry. I was just playing,” she said.

I watched and Briana went to her table, segregating the candies, and coming up with two extras. She gave her father one, and gave her mother the other one. “I’ll share. But don’t take, them, please.”

Her mother took her by the hand, and sat down with her. “Relax, baby. I won’t take any more, I promise. I didn’t know, Ok?”

Briana, was sitting anxiously, moving the candies around, pushing two to the side, before she seemed to settle down. She moved one of the extras in front of her Mom, holding the other one, waiting for her Mom to eat hers.

I dealt with a new crowd of kids at the door. When I finished with them, Angela was standing beside me, looking nervous.

She leaned against me. “Please tell me she’s not some game to you.”

I shook my head. “No way. Sweetest, most fascinating girl I’ve ever known,” I said softly. I watched a crowd of six come running up to the door. Tween-aged, their parents standing out by the curb.

Angela reached into my side pocket, making me nervous, pulling out a handful of candy packages. I grabbed several from the other side.

“Girls like Briana and me,” she said softly, passing out the candy. “We know we’re a handful. We are slow to grow attached to our guys, but we are absolutely devoted once we do. Give us a chance.”

“Anything I can do, I’m committed to making this work.”

Briana moved up on the other side of me, “Leave him alone, Mom. Please, you’re embarrassing me.”

I turned, reached out to her head, pulled her forward and kissed her softly. “Your Mom’s great. She only wants the best for you. Me too. I’m nuts about you, you know?”

She blushed, smiling. “Not too crazy for you?”

I shook my head. “I’m gonna screw up now and then. I don’t know how to handle some of this. You need to be open and honest with me. I’ll get better.”

She looked on the verge of tears. “I don’t know how. You’ve been perfect.”

I laughed. “You’re setting me up for a fall. I’m not perfect. Far from it. But I’m willing to do whatever you need. Whatever. You only have to let me know.”

She smiled. “I could use another kiss.”

Angela tugged me away. “Incoming. Keep the kisses indoors, kids. Impressionable youngsters are watching.”

The number of kids had slowed, but a trio was laughing, walking up the path. I felt the hands sliding down my sides, retrieving the treats. “One of each, for each of them,” Briana said, three bags in her hands. She flipped them over so all the writing was going the same direction.

One brown bag, one yellow bag for each of the kids. I looked up and saw a virtual army of kids on their way. There must have been at least a dozen.

“You have enough for all of them?” Angela asked. I could feel her hand moving around, checking how many bags were left. There was a small problem. It wasn’t really a pocket. There was a bag attached to the opening, and pinned to my pants belt. It was easy to reach inside and miss the bag. Angela seemed to discover that, giggling as her hand felt around, rubbing my side.

“Seems like it,” Briana said, pulling out a handful.

“There were 40 bags of each,” I told them.

I felt her hand slide back into the gap on my side, and struggled not to make a scene, when she discovered the same issue, and her hands started rubbing my hip. “Feels good on this side,” she giggled.

“Briana…” her mother whispered, warningly. As if she had any room to talk, her hand was being wicked, inside my outfit, rubbing my side and upper thigh, only a scant couple of inches from really being naughty.

The kids were upon us, and the girl’s hands kept slipping in my outfit, retrieving bags, each of the them putting a package of M&Ms into the goody bags held up before them.

Briana was keeping her near hand inside my outfit, leaning close to me, crushing the side of her outfit. She’d pull out a candy, then slide her hand back in, and give me a teasing rub before snagging the next treat to be passed out.

Angela was no better, her hand never leaving the pocket for long. Her hand was more exploratory, wandering around, front and back. She gave my ass an unexpected squeeze, and I almost jumped.

The last of the trick-or-treaters left, and Briana leaned over, looking around me. Her hand was still in my outfit. “Mom! What was that?” she hissed.

“Nice buns,” Angela giggled.

“Dad!” Briana, called out. “Mom’s being bad.”

“God, Briana, I can’t believe you told on me!” Angela whined.

Brian walked up behind her, picking her up bodily, hoisting her high, like a toy. “Jesus, Angie, we’ve just met the boy. Give the kids some space, before you scare him off.”

“We’re just playing around, Brian,” she whined.

I laughed. “She’s not going to scare me off. I love the fact that the girls are close. My sister and my Mom don’t get along all that well.”

“See?” Angela whined, wiggling in his grip. Her struggles had the bottom of her dress riding high on her hips, her legs kicking. A tiny little black thong was exposed, along with a red and black garter belt. Sweet Jesus. Her mom was hot.

We seemed to have weathered the storm. We hadn’t seen a kid for a few minutes. A group of teenagers came running up to the door, and I felt like something was missing when Briana pulled out the candy, my other side lonely.

I reached into the pocket, and Angela was there, slapping my hand away. “I’ll be good,” she said.

“You better,” Briana teased.

“That was mean, telling on me,” Angela pouted, whispering to her daughter. “Remember, two can play that game, sweetie.”

“What? You’re going to tell on me? I didn’t do anything. He is my date.”

“Your costume?” Angela teased, warningly.

“Mom! You promised,” Briana gasped.

“I never thought you’d tell on me,” Angela said sadly.

Their hands were back to being bad, although they seemed to be ignoring me other than as a candy dispenser, and a body to be teased.

“I’m sorry, Mom. Dad’s not mad. He knows we’re just playing around. I didn’t mean nothing by it.”

“Still, you never told on me before,” Angela said. She seemed upset. I put my arm around her, and she leaned into me. Her hand moved to the back, rubbing my rear. Her husband couldn’t have been 10 feet away, putting away the last remnants of the candy.

“This is different, you know?” Briana said softly.

“I know, sugar. I only want to help. I like him. He’s not like the others. More like your dad.”

I was nervous. Briana’s hand was on my backside, only a couple of inches from her mother’s. I felt a little more movement, and the hands were together. Weird, but nice.

“I know Mom. I know you want to help. Some things I need to do for myself. Ok?”

“You’re sure?” Angela asked nervously.

“No,” Briana said softly. “I’m scared. I can’t let that stop me.”

Angela let go of me, and moved over to her daughter. She reached up and hugged her, and Briana turned and hugged her mother almost desperately. “Thanks for being here,” Briana said softly.

“Always baby. Whatever you need from me or your Dad. I love you.”

Briana gave her a big squeeze. “I know, I love you guys.”

Angela, let go of her daughter and stood in front of me. She reached her arms up and I leaned over, letting her wrap her arms around my neck, while I gave her a hug.

“She’s worth it all,” Angela whispered into my ear.

“I know. I’ll try to be worthy.”

She almost broke my neck she squeezed so tightly. “You are. Be good to her. Gentle and slow, Ok?”

“Gentle and slow.”

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, surprising, even with all the teasing going on. She pulled away, before turning to her daughter. “Can I have a couple of the special ones, before I go?”

“Not too many,” Briana said softly.

Angela reached into the front pocket. She pulled out a few and looked at them, sorting out two of each color. She slid her hand back inside and I got goosebumps when she reached down my front, her hand rubbing against me. I was hard, not too surprising, and she gave my shaft a squeeze. She gave me a wink, and turned to her daughter, showing her hand. “Two of each? One for me and one for your dad?”

Briana, nodded.

Angela turned away. “You done in here?” she called out. “I think it’s time for us to head home.”

Briana walked in, closing her door, and turning off the outside light. I emptied my side pockets, only a handful of packets left from each side.

Her parents said goodnight, her father giving me a crushing handshake. “Call, anytime. I’ll understand, and help where I can.”

“Dad!” Briana griped.

“You’re difficult. I love you baby, but God knows you’re not easy to be around sometimes. There’s going to be times when he needs help maneuvering the mine field.”

“Geez, you make me sound like some kind of ticking time-bomb. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I’m on your side. But us guys got to stick together. I saw you two ganging up on him.” He gave me a wink.

Angela gave me a hug. “Wonderful meeting you, Zach. I hope we get a chance to really get to know each other. Don’t be a stranger.”

I hugged her back. “I had a great time tonight. Thanks for everything, and making me feel so comfortable.”

She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, gave her daughter a hug, and they departed. Briana rushed off to the kitchen, and returned with a big empty jar. “Special M&Ms. In here.”

Clearly, she was anxious, so I dumped them in the jar, making sure to get all of them. She put a lid on the jar, and shook it. She took the jar to the pantry, and put it on a shelf. After that I could see her body relax. I was starting to recognize her stress symptoms easier.

She walked to the cabinet, pulling out a few liquor bottles. “I need a drink. Can I make you one?”

“Sure, whatever you’re having.”

Briana poured out equal parts of Amaretto, Grand Marnier and Southern Comfort into a mixer. She was careful, precisely filling her jigger, two ounces of each, twice. She put the shot glass in the sink, rinsing it out. She covered the shaker, giving it a good shake, and filled two glasses, until they were exactly even. She took a big sip of hers, sighing. I accepted mine from her and gave it a sip. Good, but strong.

I watched her put everything away, each item in its place. She rinsed out the mixer and opened her dishwasher, placing the mixer, shot glass, and lid in the top, working from the back left corner forward.

I was quiet, watching her, learning.

She giggled, taking a sip. “Strange, huh?”

“Hardly. I love watching you, seeing how you do things, trying to understand.”

“You’re weird,” she laughed.

“Guilty. Scared you off yet?”

She smiled. “They like you.”

“What’s not to like? I’m pretty incredible you know,” I laughed.

She moved toward me, her outfit pressing against my knees, as she leaned up for a kiss. I wasn’t about to deny her. “I know,” she said, afterward.

“I liked them too,” I confessed.

“Good. You have fun tonight?”

“I did.”

She took my hand in hers, pulling me along. “You don’t have to leave soon, do you?”

“No. No other plans.”

She opened a door, and pulled me into her immaculate bedroom. Every piece of furniture carefully placed, exactly centered against each wall. The top of her dresser bare, the bed-stand with only a clock-radio centered on it. The opposite bed-stand had a single lamp. The carpet showed parallel vacuum rows.

The bed was a double, with at least half-a-dozen pillows arranged artfully on it.

Briana turned her back to me, and removed her ‘Kiss’ hat, shaking out her hair. “I’ve got another kiss for you,” she said softly. She reached up behind her neck, finding the white cloth pull strip. “Open it?”

I stood behind her, giving a tug. Pulling the cloth opened a velcro seal down the back. It opened all the way to the bottom, and she stepped out of it. She turned, and smiled shyly.

My heart almost stopped. Her breasts were each covered in a pyramid of foil, those teasing white pull strips sticking out at her nipples. Her panties were shiny metallic. She pulled her white pantyhose off, slowly, teasing. She leaned back on the bed, and her legs parted, showing another white strip down at her crotch.

I smiled. “Best friggin’ costume ever,” I said.

“You like? It was a lot of work.”

“Worth every moment of it. Absolutely amazing.”

She beckoned me forward with a crooked finger. “I love your outfit, too, but I think I’d like to see you without it.”

I undressed for her, taking a couple of minutes to finish the job, removing those inside candy sacks, until I stood before her, naked except for a pair of boxers.

I climbed on the bed next to her, and took her in my arms. I kissed her, and she squirmed underneath me. “Unwrap your prize, handsome. You’ve earned it.”

I leaned over her nearest “Kiss”, examining the external package. It was twisted around her breast. I pulled the aluminum foil open and saw the inside was covered with a light silvery cloth, like her panties. I twisted it open, and the top of her breast appeared, her nipple hard. I leaned in for a quick taste.

“Do you like this brand?” she asked.

“More than anything,” I admitted, sucking her nipple.

I pulled it completely opened, but the material stuck to her. “Gentle,” she said softly.

I saw that she had taped down the inside around her breast. I carefully peeled it away, until she was completely exposed. I took her breast in my hand, cupping it, squeezing it softly. It was bigger than I had expected, even with the numerous flashes of cleavage I’d seen.

I toyed with my unexpected gift, feeling her wriggle and gasp. “The other, one,” she said after a bit. “Please, open your other one.”

I knew better what to expect, and opened it slowly, enjoying the gradual exposure. I peeled the foil back, exposing her breast completely, the foil a teasing corona around her perfect tit. I sucked and chewed on it, taking it in both hands, forming a cone, which I nibbled the top of.

She was tensing up, and I could feel the awkwardness. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“The foil. Either put it on the other one, or take it off.”

I understood. Uneven, I couldn’t leave it uneven for too long. I peeled away the foil. I took the white cloth strip, and saw the carefully lettered “KISSES”. I straightened it out and laid it across her belly. I rolled the foil into a neat ball, like she always did. I did the same with the other foil, which I’d originally just tossed to the side. With two pieces of cloth crossing her smooth stomach, I stood. “Garbage can?” I asked.

She smiled. “Behind the door.”

I closed the door a little, and took the top off the garbage can. I ostentatiously deposited the two balls of foil inside, and closed the lid. She watched me, smiling.

“You are observant, aren’t you?” she said.

“Especially when it comes to you. You’re definitely worth watching.”

She leaned back in the bed, stacking the pillows behind her head, three high. She parted her legs. “I’ve got one last KISS for you. Do I get to see you eat it?”

I climbed between her legs, and eased the shiny panties down her thighs. I lifted her legs, pulling them together, and slid the panties off the rest of the way.

I opened her legs up, brining my face down between them. She had another one of those white cloth strips coming out of her. I gave a gentle tug on it, and she moaned softly. “Open me, Zach.”

I gave another tug, feeling a little resistance. She was wet, soaking, so that couldn’t be the problem. I licked the top of her opening, teasing her, as I gave a series of little tugs. I was making progress, slowly. Another long slow tug, and she was moaning.

“All the way, Zach,” she whispered.

It was stuck, and with a firm pull, I saw why. I saw the top of a large silver object, and had a good idea what it was. “Your KISS,” she moaned, as I tugged on the cloth.

It was larger than I imagine could be comfortable. I tugged, and exposed half of it, but couldn’t get it to move. I slid my finger inside of her, feeling the outline. It had to be close to two inches across. I reached under the edge of it, pulling it outward, tugging on the cloth strip, opening her. She moaned deeply, squirming, as the entire silver kiss was slowly exposed. It was almost free, spreading her wide. She whimpered softly, and it popped free, sliding out suddenly.

She gasped, moaning when I brought my mouth down and sucked on her. I licked inside of her, feeling her velvety smoothness. She smelled and tasted of chocolate. I couldn’t get enough of her. I groaned.

“Chocolate Delight,” she said softly. “Is it?”

“Is it what?” I asked.

“A chocolate delight. Is it?”

“God yes,” I replied, going back down on her.

I lifted her legs up, her thighs over my shoulders, and licked her deeply before sucking on her chocolate flavored clit as if my life depended on it. She was trembling beautifully.

“Eat your special kiss, baby,” she whispered, pulling my head down between her legs.

I teased her, feeling inside of her, exploring her warm chamber. “Up,” she whispered softly.

I raised my head, and she reached down between her legs. I watched her insert a chocolate kiss inside of her. I reached inside of pussy, pulling it slowly out, holding it at her entrance with my finger, while I licked and sucked on it, feeling it melt and dissolve. When it was half gone, I sucked it out, tasting her juices.

I climbed up her body, pressing my lips against hers, my chocolate coated tongue piercing her lips. She sucked on my tongue, hard, pulling on it.

“My turn?” she whispered, smiling.

I nodded and she rolled me onto my back, climbing off the bed. “Take those off,” she said, “and get in the middle, please.”

I removed my boxers, and scooted over. She climbed between my legs, and I saw she had a bottle in her hand. She held it over my cock, and poured some of the contents on me. It was smooth and slippery.

“Chocolate lube,” she teased, running her tongue around my cock, licking me, spreading the lube around uniformly. She sucked on the head. “Mmm, you taste amazing, Zach.”

I chuckled. “You too, Bree.”

I groaned when she wasted no time, taking me deep in her mouth, sucking strongly. She bobbed her head up and down, her hand playing with my balls, fondling them. “Jesus, that feels good,” I told her.

She sat up smiling. “I want it to feel wonderful. I may be a pain in the ass most of the time, but if you can put up with me, I think you’re going to find I’m worth it. I’m going to be the best damned girlfriend anyone’s ever had.”

She straddled my legs, rubbing against my cock. She held it against her pussy, grinding against it. She lifted her hips up, holding my cock upright underneath her. She rubbed the head against her lips, opening herself. “Am I your girlfriend, Zach?”

“For as long as you’ll have me,” I told her. “Best damned girlfriend in the world? I’ll be damned if I’m going to let you get away.”

“Ready to find out just one of the reasons I’ll be the best girlfriend ever?”

I nodded, and groaned as she slid down my pole, ever so slowly, taking my entire length. “God, Zach, you feel so good inside of me.”

“You feel incredible.”

“Your three special kisses, yours whenever you want. As much as you want. My gift to you for as long as you’ll take care of me.”

“Take care of you?” I gasped, as she slid up and down my cock once, wiggling, taking it as deep as she could.

“Yes, take care of me. I need a strong man, and someone who understands me. Can you be that man, Zach. For me?”

I nodded. “I’d love to be that man for you.”

She smiled, giving me another short ride up and down. “When things get stressful, I can be a handful. Sometimes I completely shut down, useless. You’ll take care of me then, won’t you? Take me somewhere safe, comfortable. Hold me until everything’s livable again.”

I pulled her down and hugged her. “I’ll take care of you.”

She chuckled, rolling her hips, rocking back against my hardness. “Then I’ll take care of you. The very best I can.”

She rose up, her hands on my chest, leaning over me. “Now be quiet, while I give you your gift.”

I moaned as she positioned her feet at my sides, lifting her hips up and then bringing them down quickly, impaling herself. She grunted at the bottom, then lifted up and drove down again. She rode me hard, working at it, pounding away on my hard staff. I reached down and held her hips while I thrust against her.

Briana was breathing hard, fucking me. I watched her, enthralled. Her full breasts shaking with each thrust, her beautiful face a picture of concentration, her lips open, gasping for air. Her smooth legs open wide, giving me a clear view of her sexy pussy, as my hard cock disappeared inside of her.

“I’m going to come for you,” I gasped.

“Thank you,” she whispered, leaning down on top of me, lifting her ass up. I grabbed her hips, pounding up into her. Close, very close.

“Take it,” she moaned sweetly. “It’s yours, baby.”

I hammered into her, as fast and hard as I could, groaning. “Fuck!” I gasped, pulling her down for my final release.

She whimpered sweetly, as I filled her sweet pussy, pushing into her deeply, releasing stream after stream deep inside.

I held her, breathing hard, reveling in the sensation of her naked body pressed against mine.

I felt her tense up after a minute or so of delightful repose. “That was amazing,” I told her. “Everything Ok?”

She nodded. “Wonderful. But I need to clean up now, alright?”

“Of course.”

She moved down my body, licking my chest. “You sure you don’t mind?”

“Whatever you need, Bree.”

She smiled, then scooted downward, until her mouth was over my crotch. She inched downward, peeking up at me, before she started licking the base of my cock, her tongue slowly moving upward, cleaning me. She sucked me briefly, taking all of my flaccid tool into her mouth, tugging on it, until it started to harden.

She took her time, meticulous, until I was as clean as possible.

“Better?” I asked.

She nodded. “Much. Not perfect, but better.”

“What would make it perfect?” I asked.

She blushed. “I can’t say, it’s embarrassing.”

I pulled her up onto me, getting a cute little squeal for the effort. “Spill, angel. Openness, remember? I need to know.”

Her face was bright red, as she looked into my eyes. “I’m still dirty.”

She looked nervous, the expression on my face probably not helping matters. She kissed me on the chin. “I’m sorry. I told you I was difficult. I can bathe.”

In for a penny, in for a pound. “I’ll take care of you,” I told her.

She smiled, her face lighting up. “You don’t mind?”

I gave her a twisted little grin. “Not something I ever imagined doing, but I’m willing, for you.”

She sat up. “Wait.” She rose up on her feet, squatting over my hips. She screwed up her face a moment, and I saw my juices leaking out of her. She gave it a few more seconds, then scrambled down the bed and licked me clean again. When she was finished, she smiled up at me.

She laid down on her back, opening her legs, her head hanging over the edge of the bed. She reached between her legs, and brought her hand back to her mouth. She licked her fingers and did it twice more. “Your turn,” she said softly.

I moved in place, tentatively running my tongue through her pink groove. The taste wasn’t terrible. Still a hint of the chocolate lube. I licked her carefully, and she moaned, gasping. “Clean me, Zach.”

I sucked on her swollen nub, licking her, feeling her tense up. “Ok?” I asked.

“Wonderful,” she moaned. “Don’t stop.”

Her legs were trembling delightfully. I licked her, until it was only her juices I could taste. She cried out for me, squeezing her legs around my head. I turned my head, biting down on her sensitive inner thigh, making her scream, her hips thrusting upward desperately.

I pulled her legs open, roughly, dragging her up onto the bed. She was gasping, moaning so sweetly. Absolutely irresistible.

I was hard again, between her oral ministrations, and her reaction to mine. I held her legs open and thrust into her, making her cry out. I pounded into her, desperate for the feel of her around my cock.

Briana pulled her legs back, opening herself. “Yours, always yours,” she gasped, before throwing her head back and screaming, coming hard on my cock.

I rose up on my knees, pressing her legs back further, thrusting into her. She moaned, her body shaking. I thought I’d come quickly but I didn’t feel the urge. Not yet. There was so much I wanted to do with her. To her.

I pulled out, grabbing her and flipping her over, lifting her hips. She pulled her knees underneath her, lifting her sweet ass.

“Cleaning time,” I said, licking her from her swollen clit, up across her back door, probing her with my tongue.

She chuckled. “That’s not for you. Not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“I’m saving that for my husband.”

“Good. It’ll make it that more special when we do it.”

“When WE do it?” she laughed.

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