by Belle Aurora
“I told you!” Brian says, smirking at Mr. UCLA.
“Cool,” says Derek, our teenage neighbor who’s going to pass out the candy at our house Halloween night if he can part from his video games long enough.
I turn to the group. “This is part of our Halloween decorations. We’re having a Superhero party and you’re all invited.” I assume none of them will come but a little goodwill goes a long way.
“How cute,” Mrs. Rogerson says.
“I hope you don’t mind that Nathan got the decorations up a little early.”
“Not at all,” says Brian.
Mr. UCLA walks away with a resigned mutter.
The crowd breaks up. I let out a sigh. Crisis averted. Now let me go find my man.
“Nathan,” I call out after setting the grocery bags on the kitchen counters.
I hear his muffled voice from the garage. “In here.”
I find him sponging paint on crumpled oversized pieces of paper.
“Do I dare ask what you’re doing?”
He pushes his glasses up his nose carefully so he doesn’t get paint on his face. “I’m creating the stone texture so the cave looks more realistic.”
I give him a puzzled look. “The cave? Oh, you mean the Batcave?”
He gives me a bewildered look back.
“Of course the Batcave, Brooke. What other cave would it be?”
“Sorry. I guess I was distracted by the pow-wow of neighbors I found in front of our house when I got home.”
“What were they doing?”
“Looking at the addition to our house.”
He grins widely. “Did they love it?”
My heart melts for the young boy in my grown man who assumes everyone would love having Metropolis on top of their house.
“They were very impressed.”
“I bet! Just wait until they see the Batcave!”
A thought suddenly occurs to me. “Hey you know that package that arrived from that expensive collector doll company? What character was that you bought?”
He turns back and starts sponging the section of construction paper in front of him and mumbles something under his breath.
I put my hands on my hips. “What was that?”
“Superman,” he says quietly.
“And is that Superman now dangling off our roof?”
He huffs and looks up at me with a determined expression. “He’s not dangling! He’s flying!”
I roll my eyes. “How silly of me. Of course he’s flying. We have a two-hundred dollar collectible Superman flying around our roof. Why couldn’t you have used a twenty dollar one? Remember the Superman dolls we saw at Target not long ago?”
He gives me a horrified look like I slapped him in the face. “Are you serious? Brooke, that was the Henry Cavill Superman in that bogus grey blue uniform. I could never have him with our perfectly adapted Metropolis! It had to be an authentic Silver Age Superman and that was the best one I could find.”
“Oh geez, Nathan.”
“What?”
“I guess this is what I get for falling in love with a purist.”
He steps up to me and takes my hand. “But sweetheart, would you really want it any other way?”
I smile at him. “No. I guess not.”
“Okay then. Now that we’ve got that settled let me show you the best part.” He grabs a remote control off the garage counter and pulls me outside to the street just past our yard.
He’s clutching the remote tightly as he waits for me to look up. “Ready?”
“I sure am.”
“It’s going to be hard to tell the effect during the day but I assure you it will be amazing at night. Here we go!” He clicks a button and I notice that the world globe on top of the structure has taken on a glow and slowly turns. Meanwhile the wire holding Superman starts to move the opposite direction. “Look Brooke!”
I gasp and turn toward Nathan. “He’s flying! I seriously can’t believe you!”
“How clever I am?” he asks with a sheepish grin.
“Yes, how clever and how awesomely amazing!”
He pulls me into his arms and we watch Superman circle Metropolis a number of times before finally shutting him off. “I better get back to my painting.”
As we walk back into the house I ask about lunch. “What kind of sandwich would you like?”
He shrugs. “Whatever you’re having. By the way, how are the food and drink plans coming for the party?”
“Did you know that Billie used to be a bartender? She’s agreed to come up with the themed drinks for us. And I had another cute idea for food.”
“Better than the Catwoman catnip salad? Or the Clark Kent Oreo cookies where you take the top cookie off and the frosting inside has the Superman shield?”
“Well, I was thinking of pizza ideas, and you know that Batman villain Two-Face?”
“Sure.”
“We’re going to have Two-Face pizzas…one half of the pizza is perfectly smooth with cheese and the other is a mess of ingredients.”
“Just like Two-Face! Brilliant!” Nathan beams.
“I’m working on dip ideas next.”
He nods and lets out a satisfied sigh. “This is going to be the best Halloween party ever.”
Chapter Two
It seems like there are endless details for this party, and not all of them are fun ones. Nathan arches his brow when I dump a collection of shopping bags on the couch. “What’s all that?”
“It’s part of my costume for the party. The most important part really.”
He tips his head to the side. “But you already have the costume.”
I scowl and plop down on the sofa next to the bags.
“What’s wrong?”
“Well you know all those Zumba classes I missed because of all my production and merchandising meetings? And failed diet attempts the last few weeks?” I look down at the floor and shake my head.
“But Brooke, you’ve been so busy…”
I throw my hands up in exasperation. “I know! But that doesn’t change the fact that I don’t fit into my costume.”
His expression falls and he rubs his chin with his hand. “Oh I see. So is it another costume in those bags?”
“No. It’s reinforcement. It’s the latest state-of-the-art undergarments designed to tighten up everything so I look sleek as a seal.”
Nathan’s face scrunches up. “That sounds uncomfortable.”
I nod. “You have no idea.”
“I’ve always wondered, when everything gets tightened up…exactly where does it go?”
Leave it to my creative boyfriend to wonder such things. “I don’t know handsome, it goes inward I guess.”
“That can’t be. I mean what about your internal organs. It has to go somewhere else.”
I reach into the bag and pull out the package and point to the illustration on the front. “See with this one it sucks in everything below my waist and my thighs.”
“But what if when you put it on the stuff squeezes out and gives you massive calves?”
Is he serious? I give him a bug-eyed look. “Well then I can go to the party dressed as the Hulk. Or I can resort to the most extreme.”
His wide eyes actually look full of fear. “And that would be?”
I fish around in the bag and pull out the largest package. “The full body suit.”
“Head to toe?” he asks with a gasp.
“Yes. Even my toes will look thinner.”
“Surely this isn’t necessary,” he insists as he steps away from the package. “Are you sure your costume doesn’t fit?”
“Abundantly. But at least I’ll look presentable for your party…our party.” I quickly correct myself.
He reaches out for me with an empathetic look. “Oh baby, don’t do this to yourself. We’ll figure something else out.”
I’m so disappointed in myself and I throw my hands over my eyes and start to cry. He pushes the packages on the floor and sits dow
n and pulls me into his arms.
“Don’t cry, Brooke. Please don’t cry.”
I sniffle into his shoulder.
“If it makes you feel any better I’m having costume issues too.”
I lift my head up and face him. “You are? You don’t like your Superman costume? It was the nicest one I could find.”
He shakes his head. “No it’s not that.”
I watch the blush move across his cheeks. “It’s just too…revealing.”
I blush too knowing how well-endowed Nathan is. “Oh…that.”
He nods somberly. “I’m pretty sure I’d never hear the end of it from the guys.”
“But doesn’t that make you look even more like a Superhero?” I grin widely.
He kisses the top of my head and sighs. “To you it does.”
I pull away from him and gently nudge him forward. “I want to see. Can you try it on for me?”
“Oh God. Now?” he asks with a horrified look.
“Yes, I insist.”
He lifts off the couch slowly like he’s still trying to figure out how to get out of it. I push him on the ass. “Go on now. I’m waiting.”
I’ve scrolled through my entire Facebook feed before I realize how long this is taking. “Nathan?” I call out.
“Coming.” His voice is very tentative.
When he steps into the living room I frown. “No fair!”
He shrugs. “It’s authentic.” He looks down and unbuttons his white dress shirt one more notch and pulls it open further to expose the Superman S shield on his chest.
I fold my arms over my chest. “You’re not wearing a Clark Kent suit over your uniform, Nathan!”
He gives me a guilty look. “I know—it’s cheating.”
“Is that fair to your guests? If Andy is brave enough to wear spandex tights among his peers you have to be brave too.”
“But I’m pretty sure Andy doesn’t have a package like I do.”
“I’d rather not think about that.” I wave him over. “Here, I want to see.”
With resignation he steps forward and holds his arms up, letting out a sigh. “If you must.”
I start by pushing the jacket off his shoulders and pulling it off. The shirt comes next. But when I trace my fingers along his waistband and start to unzip the fly, I look up at him and see fire in his eyes. I slowly pull his slacks down.
“Oh my,” I whisper before biting my lip. I look up at him with desire in my eyes too.
“The way you’re looking at me is only going to make this worse,” he says gesturing at a situation that is going to test the very spandex stretch limits of his costume.
I look up at him with a guilty smile. “Sorry about that.”
He looks over at my purchases. “Hey, what if I wore one of those things under my costume. Do you have one that’s just the panty area?”
My mouth gapes open. “I do—I got every kind, but won’t that hurt to have your manly parts pushed inward?”
He shrugs. “If you’re willing to suffer for our party I will too. I’m the one that got us into this mess.”
I search through the package and then pull out what he’s looking for. “Okay…here you go. I can’t wait to see this.”
He looks pale and a little scared when he takes the package, but still turns and heads toward the bedroom.
Several minutes pass and there’s no sign of him. Maybe he needs my help. I knock softly on the bedroom door. “You okay in there?”
“I don’t know. This is disturbing.” His voice sounds tight.
“Can I see? I promise to be good.”
“No laughing?”
“I promise.” When he doesn’t respond I slowly push the door open. He’s standing in the corner on the far side of the room.
He slowly lifts his arms up. “I don’t know about this, Brooke.”
“You’re too far away—I can’t see. Come here, handsome.”
I have to press my mouth shut tight as he walks toward me. He’s moving like he has a stick up his ass. I’ve never seen him move so awkwardly.
When he gets close I can’t help clapping my hand over my mouth and gasping. My free hand gestures to his crotch.
“What?” he asks with an alarmed expression.
“Where did it go? How tight was that girdle?”
He brushes the sheen of sweat off his forehead. “It’s not just that. I did that tucking thing that I heard drag queens do. That’s not easy to do. Nathan junior is wedged between my legs and let me tell you, he isn’t happy about it.”
“I bet.” I can’t take my eyes away from the miracle of spandex and tucking.
“What?”
I hold back a giggle. “You look like a eunuch.”
“Gee, thanks. But do you think this will work?”
I shake my head fiercely. “No way. It’s false advertising of the most unflattering kind. Besides you wouldn’t make it through an hour, let alone a whole night.” I sit down on the edge of the bed and reach out to him. “Come here. Let’s set the beast free.”
He waddles over to me and takes a deep breath as I push the blue fabric over his broad shoulders and start peeling downward.
He looks at me with gratitude brimming in his big green eyes. “Oh, thank God.”
When the Superman costume is pushed down past his thighs I run my fingertips over the flesh colored fabric where his cock used to be. “This is so wrong.”
I hear him whimper and look up to see his eyes wedged shut. “Don’t touch me Brooke. You’re getting me all worked up…and it hurts so bad!” He’s taking quick short breath like a pregnant woman in her Lamaze class.
“Okay!” I say as I quickly peel away the tight garment. I have to shove all the fabric down to his ankles before he can part his thighs enough for me to slide my fingers up between his legs.
He starts to moan loudly when I gently take hold of his cock and start to pull it forward to where it’s meant to be. I feel him swell inside my grasp. I tenderly slide my other hand under his balls to set them free as well.
I look up at Nathan and smile. “Better?”
He runs his hand through my hair and lets out a sigh. “So much better.”
“I bet. That was just so wrong in every way.” I keep fondling him, admiring his sheer perfection now that’s he’s rock hard.
The relief in Nathan’s eyes turns into a scorching expression as I continue to stroke him.
I feel inspired to make him feel better after all his suffering. “God, I love doing this.” I kiss the tip of his swollen head.
“I’m so glad you do.” His gazed is fixed on me as I run my tongue along his length. “Oh Brooke,” he whispers when he realizes I’m not going to stop.
I smile inwardly. I’d be smiling outwardly too but it’s pretty much impossible when a cock this size is in your mouth. I slowly circle the head with my tongue while I moan.
He cups his hands over my jaws, his thumbs stroking my cheeks as I suck down his length. He swallows hard. “I love it when you do that…so much.”
I graze my teeth lightly back up his shaft and then work my way back down. I know exactly how to drive him crazy. It doesn’t take much with Nathan, every long lick and trail of kisses, until he’s in my mouth again, unravels him that much more.
He’s glorious with his heated expression and gently rocking hips. He watches my every move and the way his gaze skims over my body suggests that as soon as I’m done he’s going to worship me back. I may have been his first partner to experience mind-blowing sex with but I’m going to make sure I’m also his last.
I show him with every swirl of the tongue and sexy moan how much I love pleasuring him. When I take him in deep he throws his head back and passionately surrenders with a Superhero worthy climax.
After he floats back down to earth, he struggles to catch his breath. As he pulls me into his arms, I give him a warning. “Never again hide yourself from me.”
He gives me a lazy, satiated smile, and shakes his head s
lowly. “Never.”
Chapter Three
Morgan eyes me skeptically as she holds up the bodysuit. “Are you sure about this?”
I chew on my thumbnail as I examine the garment. Now that it’s out of the package it looks even smaller than I imagined. “I think I’m sure.”
She waves the spandex suit at me. “This looks like supermodel sized…not…”
I wag my finger at her. “Don’t call me chubby or there will be consequences.”
“Nah, I was going to say real-woman-sized, Brooke. I swear.”
“Thank you for that. But there’s got to be a way to get this on, right? I mean they wouldn’t be selling so many otherwise.”
Morgan shrugs. “I guess so. How should we start?”
“I’m thinking the first part should be easy, like putting on a pair of tights.”
“Okaaaay,” Morgan says as she tries to pull the opening at the top of the garment open wider. Right now it’s the size of doughnut. I could use a doughnut about now, but that’s what got me into this mess in the first place.
I start to untie my robe and Morgan holds up her hand. “Wait a minute, tell me you’re wearing underwear because I’m pretty sure my job description as your assistant doesn’t involve me touching you when you’re naked. The goods need to be covered.”
“You’re so uptight.”
“Says the woman wearing a body stocking to conceal her real curves.”
I smile at her. You can’t out-tease Morgan. Ever.
“Actually I thought ahead about this. So to answer your question, no, I’m not wearing underwear. I’m pretty sure that my body, or at the very least my girly parts would suffocate if I did, and no stinking Halloween party is worth that risk. But I’m happy to report that I thought ahead about this issue.”
I ceremoniously untie and pull off my robe while Morgan covers her eyes squealing. “I’m wearing a string bikini.”
She parts her fingers and lets out a long sigh before dropping her hands.
I wiggle the strings at my hips. “See when we pull the thing up past my girly parts I can untie this and pull it off.”
“That works for me.” She glances at the clock on the nightstand. “We better get started.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, take the first leg of the thing and grab my way down to the foot part before wedging my foot inside. I hold my leg up and rotate my ankle in victory. “Yay!”