I blink hard and force myself back from the fantasy. The last thing I need to do is get completely hard out here in front of everyone while dancing with this beautiful girl. This isn’t like some kind of junior high dance where a girl just looking at me was enough to make my pants tent. Not that I’d know anything about that personally. I’ve just heard that happened to some guys.
“The song is over.” Catwoman’s smile brings me back into focus and I realize the music has changed to some kind of fast, boppy beat and I’m still grind dancing with her like we’re in a dark club where no one can see what I’m doing.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” I stand up straight and she takes a step back from me.
Catwoman slides her hands down over her skirt and tries to maintain the little modesty the leather is providing. My eye falls on the little wet patch on my thigh. A small spot where my thigh was pushed up against her proves that I’m not the only one who’s been thinking dirty thoughts.
I should get her out of here. We can have a little party just for two. Of course, my version doesn’t involve any costumes. Although, that could be fun too…
“Hey! Catwoman, come dance with me,” some guy in a cowboy costume that makes him look like a doll slurs his words.
She looks over at me and then back at him, her back tensing up tight. “Nah, thanks. I’m good.”
“Oh, come on! Aren’t cats supposed to like trees? Well, I’m Woody.” He laughs as though what he’s saying is funny. He’s too drunk and not making any sense. “And I’ve got some extra wood right here you can climb up onto.” He grabs his junk.
“Hey, she’s not interested, bud, back the fuck off.” I swoop in next to them and my cape literally flaps out behind me like I’m trying to save the day.
“Oh fuck, what am I gonna do? It’s Batman.” He holds up his hands and laughs. “Come on, say it.” He juts out his chin. “Say it, man.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Say ‘I’m Batman.’ Do it.” He laughs.
My mysterious Catwoman has had enough of this guy and she takes off across the floor. I watch as she walks out the living room door and down the hallway.
“Fuck off, man.” I shake my head at the guy who missed his real calling. He should’ve dressed up as a damned clown.
I walk away from him and rush out into the hall to find her. I see her slip into one of the bedrooms past the bathroom and I follow her.
“Say it, dude!” I can hear the idiot in the living room yelling. “I’m Batman!”
Chapter 5 - Addison
My heart pounding, I push the bedroom door open and step inside. Heat spills over my cheeks as I look around the bedroom I have no business being in and try to clear my racing thoughts.
You wanted a night where you could live a fantasy, right? You wanted to be able to dig down and grab the wild girl inside that you never let yourself be and bring her out. Well, this is your chance.
“Hey, uh, Catwoman? Don’t let that dick ruin our night. He’s just an idiot.” My masked hero follows me into the room.
He closes the space between us, walking up behind me and sliding his arms around my waist. I turn away, breaking free from his embrace, and start to walk away from him.
“What’s going on? Are you really this upset about some drunk guy? Or is there something else?”
“I didn’t come in here because I was upset about a drunk guy.”
I step slowly over the floor, my heels clopping as I take each step. My fingertips reach the doorknob and my heart is trying to drill its way out of my chest. I wrap my fingers around the cool metal and let it ground me. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath, find my courage, and close the door. Leaning my back against it, I look the man clad in black straight in his intense eyes and whisper, “I came in here so I could be alone with you.”
“Really?” His eyes light up and narrow in on me as a smirk slides over his lips.
“Really.”
He slowly steps toward me and I lean my head back against the door, never taking my eyes from his. His body presses against mine tight, sandwiching me between him and the door as he holds the sides of my head and his lips hover over mine. His kiss blankets my lips and my mouth parts slightly for him, just as my feet slightly part for him too. I want to be consumed by him. To feel him inside me until I’m filled by him. I tremble as his hands slide down over my skirt and he yanks the bottom up over my ass, exposing my flimsy panties to him.
His fingertips lightly travel over the fabric, dipping in under the waistband, and he presses his middle finger in past my lips and up inside me. I whimper and push my pussy into his warm hand. My body instinctively shudders as I grind against him.
“You’re so wet for me, sweetheart.” His voice is like rich velvet.
He thrusts another finger up inside me and my eyes grow wide. I gasp at their thickness. My body takes a second to adjust to both of them, coated with my juices, pushing into my center as my walls stretch out, preparing for him.
“I can’t help it. You’re so sexy,” I murmur. I lean into him as the thick pad of his hand flattens against my clit and brings me pleasurable little shockwaves. “Oh!”
His other hand moves up the back of my neck and he begins to fumble with my mask, attempting to rip it free.
“No, leave it!” I bite my lip.
“Leave it on?”
“Yes.” I can’t explain to him how all of this is impossible if he removes my mask. Right now, I’m a sexy Catwoman. My sexual fantasies are possible to live out when the real me is hidden. If he takes off my mask, I go back to being bookish little Addison. I’ve been her my entire life and not once has she had hot sex with a complete stranger. Not once has she done anything even remotely sexy. I need this. I need to have the distance the mask gives me to reveal my true self.
“Kinky.” He smirks. “Should I leave mine on too?”
“Yeah, let’s just leave them alone for now,” I agree.
Batman pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me so empty inside. I cry out quietly, protesting as he grabs my thighs and lifts me from the floor. My legs dangle in each of his hands, leaving me spread-eagle in front of him, my soaked panties completely exposed to him as he carries me across the room. He gently sits my ass on the edge of the dresser and pats down his tight costume rigorously then groans.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t have a condom with me.” He scowls at the floor.
“I’m on the pill.” I pull him between my thighs and wrap my feet around him.
“Mmmm, are you sure?” His hands slide up my legs and wrap around my underwear.
“I am.” I nod.
My mystery man easily pulls my panties down my legs, over my black thigh-high stockings. I fumble with his utility belt, trying to find the button for his pants underneath when he flips my fingers away and undoes the front of his pants. Shoving them down along with his underwear, his huge cock flips out and sways like a pendulum, completely hard.
“Fuck.” I breathe the word, not able to take my eyes off his rigid member. My pussy clenches down as anticipation builds up inside me.
He fists his cock and rubs the tip up and down my slit until it’s completely coated in my juices. A current of bliss runs through me when he swirls the fat tip over my sensitive clit, then he slides it down further and fills me wider than I ever thought possible in one thrust.
“Ahhh!” I arch my back and wrap my legs tighter around him, pulling him inside me deep. Until I can feel his hipbones and my pussy is stretched all the way around him.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he grunts. He thrusts into me again, harder this time, and my body fits around him perfectly.
I can feel every inch of his cock inside me as the man whose name I don’t even know fucks me harder and harder. He grips his hands on the dresser and buries his cock deep in me with every pump of his hips.
This is so unlike me. Perched on a dresser that’s not mine, in a slutty costume taking a stranger’s
cock. It’s insane. It’s irresponsible. It’s fucking amazing. I get lost in the moment. My thigh muscles tighten and I hold his shoulders tight as he slides his shaft deep into me again and again.
The sensation overwhelms me and I drop my head back, looking up at the ceiling as I can’t restrain my cries from coming out. “Oh my God.” Bliss shudders through me as he takes me even rougher. Now that my pussy is writhing around him, he’s hell-bent on chasing his own orgasm. His fingers dig into my ass and he thrusts inside me again, this time burying himself deep as he grunts in my ear.
His warm cum spurts inside me, filling me up and splashing against my walls. His breathing is erratic in my ear as he empties his seed inside me, his cock twitching out every last drop.
“Fuck,” he moans and kisses me tenderly as he pulls back out. He moves back and I jump down from the dresser, quickly putting my panties back on and noticing that some of his cum is spilling onto them as I do.
“Okay, I need to know. I can’t go on not knowing who you really are. Let’s take off our masks.” His voice is gruff and commanding.
I bite my lip, nodding. The truth is, I want to know too. I’m bolder now that I’ve done something so reckless and sexy. I tug on one of my cat ears as he lifts his mask from his face, both of us exposing our true identities at the same time.
My jaw drops open. “Jaxon?”
“No way! Addison?”
I can’t believe it. I can’t believe the man who just fucked me raw is my sister’s ex-boyfriend.
Chapter 6 - Jaxon
I can’t believe my eyes. The sexy-as-fuck woman who just milked my cock dry and teased me all night is Susan’s little sister? The shy, quiet girl who was always in the corner reading? The one who could barely say hi to me without blushing?
Wow.
They always say it’s the quiet ones who surprise you, but, again: Wow.
“Addison, this is crazy. I mean, I had no idea.” I run my hands over my hair and look down into her sweet face. So different than her older sister’s. So much warmer, softer, she’s just a natural beauty. It’s weird that I never noticed before now.
Not that I had much chance to. Addison was too shy to get to know and her sister was about as high-maintenance as they come. Even though this was years ago, back in high school, she already knew how to manipulate men to do everything for her.
“I can’t believe it’s you.” She looks as stunned as I feel. “I thought you left for Colorado? Aren’t you playing college ball?”
“I did. I am. I got benched this season, but that’s a long story. I came back home for a little vacation. I had no idea you’d be at a party like this. It doesn’t seem like your style at all,” I admit. I never really did get to learn what Addison’s style was. It just seemed like it was books. If books can be a style.
“It’s not.” She looks at her outrageous shoes and the familiar old shy smile takes over her face. “I just wanted to have a night where I could be someone else for once. You know? Where I could let go and be free instead of always worrying about what people think. So, I came to the party. It’s the first time I’ve ever gone to any Halloween party. Isn’t that crazy?”
I believe it. I get what she’s saying, though. About wanting to let your inhibitions go and taste freedom, even if it’s fleeting.
“What’s really crazy is how much I used to dream about this, back when you and Susan were together. I can’t believe we just…”
“You used to dream about us?” My eyebrow pricks up as I focus in on her confession.
“Yeah, I did. For an embarrassingly long time after you two had broken up I still fantasized about you,” she admits sheepishly.
“You know what? Let’s leave Susan out of this, okay? That was over years ago and it’s not like we had a huge romance or anything.” The words turn bitter on my tongue as I remember how I found out about all the guys on our high school football team she had slept with while we were supposedly together.
“Deal.” Addison crinkles up her nose at me as she smiles.
“Listen, how about you and I get out of here? We can go back to my place.” My voice drops as I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her tight. “We can explore the rest of your fantasies too, if you want?”
For a second she doesn’t say anything and I wonder if the spell has been broken. Now that she knows it’s been me this whole time will she go back to being the quiet girl who can barely talk to me?
Addison steps up onto her toes and kisses me on the lips, then steps back with a smile. “I’d love that.”
THE END
4
It Was Always You
Chapter 1 - Jace (Age 8)
My shoes squeak loudly as I follow my new principal, Mr. Montgomery, down the school hall. There are no other sounds to drown out the awful sound. The school seems like it’s totally empty. Like it’s just me and this guy.
It’s not. As I march past class after class and peer inside, the staring eyes tell me that the school is full. It would probably be so weird if it wasn’t. I mean, it’s almost Thanksgiving, so it’s not like it’s summer break or something.
My stomach flips like it’s trying to jump out of my mouth and I push my glasses up my nose. I hate them. Mom says they make me handsome, but that’s just what moms say. No one wants to be friends with a new kid who’s joining late in the year and who wears glasses. Not to mention corduroy pants that swish like a snowsuit every time I walk too fast.
I can’t help it. Mr. Montgomery is almost running. I’m not sure why he’s in such a hurry, but I know better than to start off my time here on the wrong foot. I try to swallow my fear, to remember something my mother told me that actually made me feel better. “Superman wears glasses too, Jace.”
“No, Clark Kent does,” I corrected her.
“Well, they’re the same person, aren’t they? And look how many people underestimated him, huh?” She mussed up my hair and smiled down at me. It was nice to see her smile for real. Ever since Dad passed away I haven’t seen much of that anymore. Sometimes she forces her mouth to push up in the corners, but it just reminds me of the Joker’s painted grin. Unnatural. Creepy.
Mom gave me a kiss on the forehead and I wiped it off with the back of my hand, trying not to make a face, “Mom!”
She laughed. A real laugh too. I guess moving to this place was what she needed after all. When we packed our truck and drove from the west coast to Kansas, I didn't know what to expect. But she told me lots of stories about growing up here. It sounded okay. I guess we’ll see.
I gulp and wipe my sweaty palms on my pants as the principal stops and raps his knuckles on the classroom door. A pretty teacher with hair the color of a cornsilk answers the door and immediately smiles down at me. I don’t really pay attention to them talking. Adults talk and talk and talk. They’d talk until they died if you let them. It’s so boring!
I think back to what Mom said. “There are going to be some kids who underestimate you, bud. It’s true. But you know what?”
“What, Mom?”
“Let ’em.” She smiled again and it warmed my heart to see her in such a great mood. “Because I know that you’re just like Clark Kent, okay? And when you want to be, when you’re ready to shine, you’re also just like Superman. The same guy. Just like you. So don’t worry about it, sweetheart.”
“Okay. Thanks, Mom.” I gave her a hug. I mean, I wouldn’t go advertising it or whatever, but I did. And it made me feel better.
I snap back to the present as I realize that Mr. Montgomery and the new teacher are staring at me. Uh-oh. I think they expect me to say something. Did they ask me a question?
“Sorry?”
The lady’s eyes crinkle gently in the corners as she smiles down at me.
“I’m Miss Calypso.” She warmly pats my shoulder. “Come on in, let me introduce you to the class.”
I nod but secretly wish I could do something else. Anything else. I’d even rather clean out the litter box that all three o
f Nana’s cats use than go in there.
I’m Superman.
I can do this.
I shuffle my feet and follow the teacher in as my eyes blur a bit and I try not to look at anyone straight on. There’s gotta be thirty kids crammed in this class. It’s too much. Too many eyes blinking at me as they size me up. Too many smirky faces already staring at me like I’m a punchline to a joke.
“Class, listen up!”
The kids sit a little taller as Miss Calypso brings them to order.
“We have a new student joining us who just moved here from San Diego.” She looks down at me and I try to focus solely on her. Not all the unfriendly and curious faces in front of me. “You must find it so cold here!” She laughs like she said something funny, but I don’t get it.
“No, I’m fine.” I shrug.
“Of course. So this is Jace Mathers and I want you to welcome him here. Jace, take a seat and I’ll grab your paperwork from Mr. Montgomery and we’ll get back to our lesson.” She points to an empty desk at the back of the class before heading back to the classroom door.
I try to breathe normally as I make my way down the aisle. My heart might blow up in my chest, but right now, that might not be a bad way to go.
“Nice glasses, dork!” I hear one of the boys hiss and the kids around him start laughing.
I turn my head to see who said it and someone juts their foot out, hooking mine. I fall flat on my face and my glasses snap right on the bridge of my nose, splitting them in two.
Now the entire class is cracking up. I want to just disappear into the floor. I want to die.
“Why are you such a jerk, Donnie?” A girl’s voice cuts through the laughter. She’s really pretty. Her brown hair is tied into long braids and her face transforms from angry to a big, toothy smile as she holds out her hand.
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