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She had just a little makeup on her face. It easily improved the circles under her eyes, her slightly paler complexion and shaded cheekbones that made her sweet face look thin and worn out but still very pretty.
She was wearing gothic colors. She wore a thin, almost transparent black skirt in a bleached material with small tears here and there. The transparency was offset by the skirt's length that went down to the ankle. I even got a glimpse of the lacey edge on the slightly thicker white petticoat she was wearing beneath. Luckily, she was wearing that petticoat; otherwise she would have frozen even more out in the November cold.
Her body was shaking in the cold. She held her arms tightly wrapped around her body. Her shapely breasts were highlighted by a tight and very small black cotton tank top under a slightly larger translucent white T-shirt. Every now and then her shirt rose up and showed her flat belly and cute little belly button. Her shirts were fashionable for accentuating the narrow waist. She had on black tight, glitter white short socks and stylish bleached black shoes with a short slender heel.
Her outfit suited her very well. She looked very feminine. She triggered my fantasies and I almost had to strain myself to not "accidentally" get to meet her in the small group that gathered at the train station for the Halloween party. We had mutual friends, we had probably talked a few times and if I had some time, I would certainly have remembered her name but she had to say it. Jenna.
She was a few years younger than me, 18 years old. These days she was damn sexy, but oddly enough, I had never really thought of her in that way before. She was as playful and full of pranks as I remembered her. During the walk to the party, a friend decided to decorate his outfit with a pile colorful autumn leaves from the ground, a few of us lauged at several scary stories from our childhood and scared a few kids who were out trick or treating.
In the same stretch, I tripped twice because my mind was preoccupied with studying Jenna's beautiful body instead of watching my step. I noticed that I was not the only one, and when she and a girlfriend were giggling a step ahead of the rest of us, my friend Eddie bumped into me.
"So you've already decided who to bet on tonight?"
I looked away and hoped that my feelings have not been as obvious to everyone else then for him after all he had known me for a long time.
"Huh? And you are not going to try with all these hotties when we get a chance?" He joked.
"Lucky for you, you have a mask, so maybe you can get someone good-looking this time."
Although we both laughed, I did not feel particularly confident, and when we arrived at the party, I had lost both Jenna and her friend.
There were plenty of people. Plenty of chicks, as Eddie said. Some used the Halloween dress-up as an excuse to dress provocatively; some were simply dressed provocatively anyway. Eddie looked around for a moment before selecting a little blonde to talk to. I got bored, however, and soon went to the kitchen to get a glass of water, more to have something to do than because I was thirsty. A few steps from the door, I heard voices from inside a bedroom.
"...He was watching you!" I caught the end of a conversation.
"Ha ha! No? Are you kidding?" I heard Jenna's voice.
I wished I had been able to continue listening but they had already heard my steps so I had to go back to the living room. I was hoping that they were not talking about me, which would be so embarrassing if she found out what I thought about her. Though in a way, I hoped that it was me they were talking about. Jenna sounded pretty happy when she heard whatever she was she told? In that case, of course it could definitely not be me...
After a half a second's hesitation I pushed open the door, pretending to be surprised to see them there, I realized how exaggerated my facial expression must have looked like with my blushed cheeks. They could not keep from laughing and I blushed even more.
"Hello," Jenna said and jumped off the table that was full of make-up stuff, "would you like to wear makeup?"
"Uh," I said. Makeup?
"Well, I can get paint some blood on you," she said, "it's Halloween."
I could not really think, perhaps because of her voice, perhaps because of the smile, so I said yes without really knowing what I was getting myself into.
I sat on a chair while she jumped up on the table again, dangling her legs while she picked out a number of lipsticks and a jar of pale powder.
She was so sweet and she moved so gracefully, easy and effortless, despite the long skirt. She seemed so free when she laughed and jumped around. Not at all like myself who could not relax for a second, especially with her so close to me. If I had stretched out my hand I could have touched her nice breasts, her slender waist, and her soft thighs. I was lucky that there was a tabletop between us; otherwise she might have been able to see what happened in my pants when I thought of it.
"Close your eyes," she ordered.
It was wonderful to feel her soft hands in my face. They moved in gentle circles around my eyes, across the cheeks and the neck. I could not help but shudder with pleasure.
She asked if I wanted to have streaks of blood or bruises and showed me examples of both on her own skin. She looked really fabulous like a princess locked in a tower to be beaten by a monster.
"What do you think?" I asked. Actually, I did not care so much about how I would look as the feel of her hands touching me again.
She pulled back and looked like she was scrutinizing me with a thoughtful expression. I did not think overly about my appearance. I was thin, but not directly fit. If I had known that she would be looking at me so closely, I would have spent many more hours in the gym. I was pleased with tonight's outfit - black shirt, designer jeans and a modern stylish gel tousled hair style.
"Sure, he needp a few little blood streaks?" She said turning to her friend who stopped on the way out of the room. She stood there texting on her cell phone.
"He's a dangerous type, you mean?" She said jokingly, "then maybe I should not leave you two alone?"
"No problem," laughed Jenna," I will paint him a little bruised too so he looks a little wimpy."
The silence after the girls' bright laughter became much more apparent now when I was alone with Jenna in the room. I tried desperately to think of something that did not sound too silly to say.
"Your outfit looks really beautiful on you," I managed to say after a while.
"Thanks," she said, and certainly looked to be pleased to hear it.
"It is really nice."
"So you like girls with bruises all over their arms," she smiled as she stroked the little red lipstick on one of her nails and then pulled it against my skin to form blood streaks.
"No, it was not what I meant;" I began, blushing, though I knew she was just teasing me. I was so lousy at being funny. Finally, I mumbled some words out of my mouth.
"You look really good."
"Thanks," she smiled again, "you will look great when I'm finished."
She was finished too quickly. When we came out with the other guests, she was immediately occupied by people who knew her better than me and hugged her when they greeted. I looked away and was both jealous of them and angry at myself for not having taken advantage of my time with her. I was looking for Eddie, but I couldn't find him anywhere. Presumably, he had better luck than me. It was always him that the girls liked the best, but he was simply not as shy as me either. What would I do then? Why would Jenna see me in that way? How could I know that she did not already have a boyfriend?
While I drank a few beers, I continued to look for Eddie and tried to avoid looking towards Jenna and her group of girlfriends, because I did not dare to go there. I failed to do so. I thought she looked unusually often in my direction, but it was clearly wishful thinking. In the end I decided that I had to try. She and a mixed bunch of people, whom I at least recognized some of, had settled down into a sitting area. I went there and pressed myself in, smiling at Jenna. She smiled back. Oh well, it was better than nothing. The topic - movie - suited me and I began to mimic scenes and story lines, together with two other nice guys. Jenna sat mostly quiet, but laughed her irresistible laugh. We slipped into the topic of horror movies and I found out that, in honor of Halloween, we were going to be watching lots of horror movies.
I was not the only one who did not know about it. My two movie imitation buddies got eager to see if they had started with a good movie in the other room. I was also excited but deiced to keep Jenna company.
"Are you coming?' I asked her while I stood.
She was hesitant, she said she would have nightmares, but she followed me when I put my head on one side and said "I will protect you."
It felt good to say so, and to my excitement, it looked like she appreciated my comment.
People were surrounding the couch in the unexpectedly large movie room. Almost all the seats were occupied, but we managed to find an empty couch near the wall. Jenna placed her body close to mine and I felt horny again. Damn, she was fine when she pulled her legs up under herself to sit comfortably. Damn, I longed to feel her body against mine.
She turned out to be just as scared as she said she would be. She winced at the slightest sound, holding her hands over her eyes when the music signaled danger. Her soft vulnerability appealed to me more than I expected, perhaps because it differed so from her usually so self-assured manner. In any case, I got a fantastic excuse to put my arm around her to comfort her. She didn't pull me away. On the contrary, she moved closer to me and rested her thighs against mine. She tore her eyes from the screen and looked briefly in my eyes; she did not seem prepared that my eyes would be there to meet hers. I looked quickly away when it happened, but I saw in the corner of my eye, the way of her gaze, again and again, in the direction of my face.
During a particularly scary scene, she curled up against me, and I dared to gently pat her hand that was resting on my knee. She grabbed my hand and our hands began to move around each other in a gentle and caressing manner. She had so silky soft hands. I could not help but fantasize about how they would feel somewhere else.
I expanded my touch to include her arm and she did the same. I let my other hand touch her thighs and in the same manner as the first touch with a careful pattern up and down the leg. By now, we were not paying attention to the movie. Her slender fingers found their way up my neck and into my hair. She moved her head against mine and I was not slow to contribute to the movement as soon as I realized what she wanted. Our lips met and we let our tongues play with each other. She was a good kisser, probably much better than me. Nevertheless, she interrupted the kiss and stopped moving.
Somehow she sat more or less in my lap. I understood the bit annoyed but amused glances from the other people sharing the couch. We had sat there with our arms around each other until the movie stopped. She closed her eyes, rested her head on my chest, as if she was listening to my heart. Her hands had crept up under my shirt and she stroked my back, arms and chest with gentle graceful movements. I played with her hair, letting the beautiful blonde curls slip between my fingers. Her hair smelled good and it was not just the perfume. I let my hands follow the trace of her back, down over the hips and butt. I felt incredibly fortunate to have her in my arms and the perfect shape of her body filled me with desire.
When the other movie ended, we sat there until the vast majority disappeared. She looked up at me with a sexy smile and said:
"Maybe it's time to get out of here?"
"Sure," I said.
"I thought ..." she said with an exaggerated innocent expression," I live so far away..."
"Well I would love if yo followed me home;" I said and could not hide my big smile.
"Good," she said and took my hand to lead me all the way out.
Apparently, many people thought it was a good time to leave the party and everyone tried to find their jackets at the same time, so it took a while before we came out from the hall. While we were waiting, I saw Eddie who pushed past the small group that had formed. He did not seem to have any plans for later and I wondered briefly if he would be offended if I left without him. But he smiled and gave me a thumbs up when he saw that I had my arm around Jenna's waist.
It was a quick walk to the station. We did not wait long for the train, but for once I was not the least impatient. I would have waited longer there with Jenna in the dark on a waiting room bench. Once on the train, it was difficult to know what we would do. True, it was not that crowded late at night, but it was enough bright and open to be too uncomfortable for making out like we did at the station. We sat in silence and let our fingers wander over the smaller parts of each other's bodies, such as the arms and face.
I wanted nothing more then to have sex with her. She actually had more or less suggested that she would come home with me. At the same time, I was afraid to be too pushy, if and I wished this would be more than the occasional one-night stands that my parevious relationships consisted of. Suddenly, she started to unbutton my shirt while stroking her alluring body against mine. It made me so very horny that I could barely breathe. Even her breathing was affected when I tried to remove her tight clothes. She had to help me with this but I did not mind it. To see her pull the clothes over the head and standing there with only bra on, was worth everything.
When it came to undressing the other clothes, it was her turn to have problems with my belt while I lightly caressed off her two skirts. Her firm butt felt hot in my hands. Soon, I had pulled off her panties. Her fingers tickled my stomach and back, but started teasingly slipping further and further into my underwear to feel how my erection grew. While she continued her arousing touch I snapped off her bra behind her back and let it fall to the floor. She started kissing my neck and looked up into my mouth. Our tongues played hot and greedily with each other.
She let one hand follow the inside of my thigh upwards. She lightly massaged all of my scrotum and put both of her hands on my crotch. She smiled at my gasps while she massaged me again and again. I held her tight. I could not get enough of her gorgeous soft body that I touched with my hands.
Finally, she pulled off my underwear and pushed me lightly but firmly down on my bed. She crawled up on me from the foot of the bed and rubbed her breasts against my hard on. She straddled me, moved my penis so she could sit on my stomach right in front of it and I could feel the moisture from her vagina. I enjoyed massaging her plump shaped breasts when she leaned forward to kiss me. She started rubbing her body against mine, sliding down to lay on the side of me. She moved a hand up between my thighs again and pressed me against her with the other one. All I ever wanted was to have her. I was in heaven when I let my hands play with all of her body. She pulled me towards her with her hand on my lower back and my stiff penis slipped in between her beautiful warm thighs.
I tried to push deeper inside her. She pushed me gently away and sat on top of me instead. Her vagina was soaking wet and she slid easily up and down on my penis. It was so incredible beautiful and her whimpering was so tantalizing. I held her hips and we got quickly into a single rate. Her vagina was the smoothest and most comfortable I've ever felt and I loved her moaning noises when I repeatedly penetrated deep into it.
Once I almost could not hold it back anymore, I asked her to stop.
"I do not want to come like this."
She started kissing my face, my neck and my chest.
"Do you want to take me from behind instead?" she asked.
"Oh, yes please" I replied.
She got up and knelt down, leaning with her hands against the wall. I looked up her vagima and she helped me to put my penis inside. I started thrusting i hard into her and it felt possibly even more beautiful than before. I caressed her breasts and worked at a slower pace for a while. She was so wonderfully soft and smooth. Then I took hold of her shoulders and looked into her eyes so that the eye contact got deeper. She really liked this and asked me to love her harder. I thrusted harder into her vagina and heard her saying that she was close to come. When she reached climax, her muscles pulled together around my penis and I understood that she experienced an orgasm so I allowed myself to finish. After some last quick sweet moments I came.
Panting, we slid down and rested in each other's arms. She kissed me softly on the cheek when we were lying down to cuddle for a while. I will surprise her with breakfast in bed tomorrow. Then I fell asleep with her lovely body tight against mine.