Costumes and Second Chances

It felt like going back to the one special week after high school; he couldn't get enough of being around the beauty. Fingers stayed firmly entwined as they walked and talked. Ellie was funnier and wittier than he remembered, but they had been so young then. He didn't have to play the character around her; a rapport seemed to coalesce out of a portal to the past. Mike tried tossing subtle hints into their conversation. When Ellie looked a little cold, he thought that his hoody would be a dead giveaway with his college firmly emblazoned on it. Even if she went to a different school, she looked cute in his sweatshirt. He went to get snacks when the line looked like it was going to be a long haul. Again, Mike thought he would give away the game with a favored candy of hers that they had enjoyed together a couple times in their weeklong whirlwind romance. It still seemed to be eluding Ellie. Maybe it just wasn't as big of a deal for her back then The anxious internal monologue tried to return.

It was finally their turn in the haunted house; if Mike were merely playing the part of Jan, he would not have been spooked by any of the many jump scares in the large building on the fairground. He cast away the character as soon as he realized that this was Ellie. The space had once been a factory before all the manufacturing in town was moved overseas. His father had once assembled products here before he switched into an office job. It made for a sprawling and winding path to follow. Mike thought he might have jumped as many times as Ellie. She did have the cutest scream, always followed by a litany of giggles from her and her friends.

The only section that Ellie did not have a firm grip on his hand was when they got to an area where they would need to crawl through a short tunnel. They could have skipped the obstacle through a chicken exit. It might have preserved a modicum of modesty for the girls in their short skirts. But much like when he was around his brother, the girls were not going to let one another take the easy way around. "I can go first; it means someone will have to stare at my ass."

"That sounds like a good plan." Esmeralda nodded in agreement.

"Sorry, Jan, no peeks at my undies yet." Ellie had a mischievous grin on her countenance.

"Not If I go first!" The elf gave a delighted squeal as she dove into the brightly lit tunnel. Jan caught a quick glimpse of a lot of Eldrya's ass.

Ellie's pale skin blushed tomato red. "I better go next." She jumped ahead of him and slid into the tunnel.

Mike tried to motion for the witch to go next; she wore a far longer dress than the other two. Esmeralda just looked at him with a shrug, "You're up; only my husband gets to see my panties."

He relented with a nod, but Mike couldn't help a wave of excitement at being able to glimpse Ellie's fantastic butt. Her rump was more prominent than it had been in their youth and somehow all that more mesmerizing. The two creamy cheeks were parted by a thin red thong. The fabric fanned out to conceal her womanhood, but he could see the slit beneath seeming to chew on her panties each time she crawled. He made a silent wish that he would be seeing more of Ellie before the end of the night.

With each move forward, he was thankful that they had left their fake arsenal at the entrance. There was no way that he could have crawled this passage without doing some damage to the axe. He would still need that for the contest and trick or treating on Sunday. When Ellie paused at a corner for a moment and looked back at him, he must have had the dumbest grin ever on his face. Ellie gave him a radiant smile, along with another blush as she rocked her prodigious ass back and forth. He never saw any more than a hint of the fake spiders and serpents that slithered through the tunnel.

Mike couldn't help his powerful erection as he exited the tunnel. Mike's efforts to conceal his cock's state were thwarted by another group at their heels. Ellie and her friends' eyes were glued to his crotch. Fortunately, there was no time to dwell on the awkwardness as Ellie pulled him through the rest of the attraction, the sound of a revving chainsaw spurring a quickened pace.

When they got out of the haunted house and collected their foam weapons, it was only about a half-hour before the eleven o'clock closing time for the festival. Ellie's witchy friend called it a night. The elven woman led them like a tour guide to her SUV. The bonfire was infamous in their community, though nobody who attended would ever detail what the party entailed. It almost always involved a smile and sometimes a blush and then saying it was a fun time.

Mike was just curious about what Ellie would think when she remembered him or if she even would. Maybe that week was not nearly as big of a deal as it was for him. Or would she be pissed if he had known all night and not clued him in. All he knew was how good she felt leaned against him as Eldrya drove them out into the countryside.

His promise to Debbie, a mere week before she passed, kept replaying in his mind. She made him promise to live his life and find happiness again. He hadn't been living up to that solemn oath for the last five years. Maybe nothing would come from a night of fun with Ellie, but something felt right about her nestled in his arms. You see this, Deb, I'm trying. The ride was surprisingly silent; they were just basking in each other's presence.

They were soon standing in front of a pair of people handling the myriad of people coming into the bonfire. The parking lot was surprisingly packed, but they were the only three at the gate at the moment. They each showed their IDs and got a glowing wristband. There was discussion about the entry price and a couple of knowing nods between the elf and the woman checking IDs. Mike was prepared to get out his wallet and pay for him and Ellie when he discovered the cost that Ellie's friend seemed too eager to pay.

Eldrya unzipped her dress, and soon, the fabric fell around her in a clump. She was lithe and elegant, with a visible naughty side. There was not a shred of modesty remaining as she struck a bold stance illuminated by both the crackling firelight and a pair of gas lanterns. Her breasts were small but had a fantastic shape and firm look to them. Each nipple was pierced by an orange and black capped barbell. This woman had obviously been planning to be seen nude this evening. She had visible abs and a gorgeous, hairless quim.

He and Ellie both stood stunned for a few heartbeats. When Ellie got an ornery grin on her face, he knew he would be getting naked even before she asked his opinion. Mike thought that he would likely walk through the party earlier in the buff to see Ellie naked one more time.

Although they had sex several times during the magical week, years ago, he had only seen her completely naked once. The hotel rooms they had during that week were shared with three or four other people. Each liaison had to occur in some secluded nook of the publicly accessible portion of the hotel. The first night, they had no condoms, so they masturbated together in an unused conference room. He would never forget the sight of her dress hiked up, panties hanging off one ankle. Mike had his cock fished through the fly of his khaki shorts. The sound of her whimpering as she came and tried to keep quiet replayed in his mind. He ejaculated all over the conference table; Mike remembered the panic of not thinking through leaving a mess behind. Ellie relinquished her panties that he used along with his boxers to mop up the mess and discreetly deposited them in a trash bin outside the lobby.

The next day he felt uneasy as he walked to a pharmacy and picked up a box of condoms. Maybe it was a one-night thing, he thought as he hid them in his backpack. To his relief, he and Ellie were as thick as thieves for the rest of the conference. Every break they got in, they were sneaking kisses, holding hands, and talking about a future. The week was a blur, spending every day in workshops and every evening in each other's arms. A series of increasingly daring sex acts were carried out in every quiet space they could find. The danger coming from their luck of not being caught running out.

On the final night of the conference, they decided to be extra bold. Earlier in the week, Ellie had discovered that the door to the pool didn't really lock as it should after pool hours closed. A happy accidental finding as they skulked around in the shadows and explored one another's bodies. They decided to use that to their advantage. After midnight there was only one really bored worker at the front desk. Security would patrol the hallways of the occupied rooms but were not vigilant about looking into the areas that should be locked. Their week of fun had been recon for one intense night.

They met up shortly after curfew, as always. For a couple of hours, they snuck around the empty area of the hotel, revisiting the sites of their greatest hits. Where Ellie had given him the most fantastic blowjob. The place where they almost got caught as Ellie screamed through her second orgasm as Mike licked her tasty pussy. They dared not indulge, saving up their boiling sexual desire for one more blowout escapade. Just after midnight, they snuck through the hallways; if Ellie's trick didn't work, they would just sneak off somewhere else. Maybe they could try the park across from the hotel. There was a brief loud thunk as the door to the pool opened. They scrambled inside and closed the door behind them. They were quiet for a few minutes waiting to be caught. Ellie finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned on the lights to the pool. Sure, there would be light leaking from below the door, but there were no outside windows.

Ellie looked at him with that same magical, ornery grin. Mike breathed a sigh of relief and then gave the beautiful, unique woman a kiss. He shed his shirt, leaving him in his swimsuit. Ellie looked at him quizzically. "A swimsuit, really? I thought we were going all out." Off came her blouse, then her bra. Soon her skirt and panties joined everything else in a pile on a lounger. Her eyes dared him forward as he wanted to stand and drink in the beautiful creature. Over the past week, he had seen every part in aggregate but naked before him; her presence far outweighed the sum of her features. Ellie had been busy with her razor, molding the fetching wedge that he had been intimately familiar with to a thin if slightly crooked line.

Mike dropped his swim trunks on the same lounger and stood, letting Ellie take him in. She walked over and gave his cock a couple strokes before calling out, "Last one in is a rotten egg!" She ran with a giggle and jumped in the deep end of the pool. There was laughter, splashing, kissing, wrestling, and embracing. It all led to sex in every position they could think of, in the pool, on the lounger, in the sauna when they thought the security guard was going to catch them. He just turned out the light and continued on his rounds, not noticing or not caring about the water splashed around outside the pool. They only stopped when they were both exhausted and out of condoms. Still, they lounged in each other's arms and promised to keep in contact after they left to return home.

When they finally looked at a watch and discovered it was already near five a.m., they quickly dressed and kissed one last time. Ellie snuck out first. Mike did one last scan of the pool; he pocketed her forgotten panties and went back to his room for a couple hours' sleep. Neither knowing when they snuck back to their rooms, they wouldn't see each other again for seventeen years. He kept those panties as a personal keepsake for longer than he would like to admit.

There were calls and emails back and forth through the summer, but he didn't have a reliable car, and two hours separated them. When college came in the fall, they fell out of touch. He met Deborah just a couple years later. How was Ellie, this wonderful girl, still single? He thought to himself.

He shook his head, trying to stay in this moment and not let her get away again. Ellie shed her cloak and then asked for him to help her out of her corset. His hands trembled slightly with the anticipation permeating the fire-warmed air. Mike was surprised at how quickly he had managed to untie it so she could divest herself of the centerpiece of her costume. He was already enthralled as her skirt hit the ground, leaving her in a red thong and matching strapless bra. Those two were thrown off in a flurry of movement. Standing before him was his first love; the intervening seventeen years had only managed to enhance her beauty. Her pale ivory skin shone like a beacon; she had complained that summer that she never managed to get a tan like the other girls. She only had pale and sunburnt in her selection of colors and much preferred the former to the latter.

When they were both eighteen, they were still growing into their bodies. Her curves had filled out nicely; he hoped that he looked at least as good to her as she did to him. Her breasts were two significant perfect works of art. Tiny light pink nipples contrasted so well with her vanilla skin. His eyes fell down her flat belly, farther down to her now waxed pussy. It looked fantastic, just a little slit with a labia that was the same tone as her tiny nipples. Although Ellie was on the shorter side, she had long, lean legs. Her thigh-highs and combat boots only enhanced the vision of her beauty. Ellie slowly twirled; if her breasts were perfect, he lacked the vocabulary to adequately describe her gloriously plump butt. He stood staring, oblivious to what was being said. Her beauty looked all the more impressive when she attached her small shield to her arm.

"I do believe it's your turn now, prince." Ellie's words pulled him out of his hypnosis.

"Yeah, sorry, you are just so gorgeous." More beautiful than that night half a life ago. Mike wanted to add but still hadn't given up who he was, mainly because a small voice of unease questioned whether she would remember him. Or maybe she would be angry because he didn't tell her. He postponed letting her know for as long as he could, wanting to savor every moment in case everything turned foul.

Mike asked a question, quipped something else, and then began to strip. He managed to get the chest piece off before he took off the helmet. Anything to delay the reveal. Off came his pants and briefs. The only thing keeping his cock from being erect was the strange man staring at them in a robe and anxiety at the coming revelation. He gave them a spin, much as Ellie had. What if she doesn't recognize me? Mike gulped as he undid the helm and lifted it off.

Ellie's eyes suddenly flashed in recognition. This is it, how is she going to react. "Mike?" She said agog while closing the distance between them and embracing him.

"Hey, Ellie."

She looked up at him; those unique light green eyes had tears in them. Please be happy, tears. "You knew?"

"The second time you kissed me." Ellie pulled him into a kiss, long and zealous like it came immediately after their special night in the pool.

Everyone else in the small scrum looked uncomfortable when it finally broke. Ellie punched him in the arm. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"Ouch, your friends kept stopping me." He eyed the now naked elf, who looked quite bewildered. "I tried to drop hints. I thought you would know when I gave you my sweatshirt, it had the school I graduated from on it. Then, I got you your favorite candy." He smiled; Ellie hadn't released him from her hug. "You were the one that didn't look at my face in the car."

"I was a little distracted." Another kiss, this one shorter but no less passionate. She finally released him hopping up and down in excitement. He drank in the view of her boobs and butt quaking on each excited jump. "Heather, do you know who this is?" She leaped over to her friend, pulling her into a hug.

Heather hugged her back. The sight of two beautiful naked women embracing was causing him to rise even with a cloaked man staring at them all. "No, who?" Heather leaned back; how would she know who some random Mike was.

"It's Mike, the Mike." Ellie kept looking back at him and then to Heather, like if she didn't keep looking, Mike would disapparate into a puff of phantasmal smoke.

Heather shook her head no before a light came on in her thinking. "Mike, from the theatre conference?" Ellie nodded her head vigorously, a smile on her face and tears leaking down her cheeks. Heather pushed past Ellie and walked over to him. "The nice guy with the enormous dick that made my best friend cum for the first time?"

"Yup," Ellie skipped back over to Mike, glomming on his arm again, hand entwined with his. "Good to see it wasn't just my lack of experience making him seem so big." She pointed at his half-hard dick.

"The guy I had to let you sneak out to 'visit' each night." Heather put quote fingers around visit; Ellie nodded more. "The reason you returned without panties on two of those nights." Heather moved closer like she was inspecting him.

"Uh-huh."

"The reason you reeked of chlorine and got two hours of sleep the last night." Another enthusiastic nod. "Why your vagina was sore the next day." Heather continued enumerating.

Ellie nodded again, this time a little more subtly. "Sore and satisfied." She looked up at him with a smile.

"You know I had to take her out to get her first vibrator the next weekend. You got her addicted to orgasms." Heather was now speaking directly toward him. "I was jealous of you two back then." She let the last sentence linger for a minute. "Good for you two. Well, let me show you around this exceptional party." She turned and motioned for them to follow. "Need anything else from us?"

"No, you are already paid up." The ID checker waved them on to the waiting party.

"So, how have you been, Ellie?" Mike asked, genuinely curious and wanting to put his mind on anything but walking into a raucous wearing only a backpack and a smile.

Heather turned back toward them, another stern look on her face. "Catch up in the morning; tonight is about the party."

Ellie -- That same time

Her heart kept racing; the magical night just seemed to be getting better. Ellie was half convinced that Heather had cast some sort of spell on her in the locker room three weeks ago. Getting naked then had set dominos in motion that had her walking into a bonfire with a handsome stud on her arm. Now that she had seen Mike's face, she felt a little foolish for not recognizing his voice or kiss earlier. It all seemed so obvious after the fact.

Heather knew almost everything about the week she had with Mike. She didn't correct her when Heather assumed that it was Mike's cock that made Ellie orgasm for the first time. Maybe the visual stimulation helped, but it was the way Mike watched her with intense and curious eyes. Ellie had masturbated most mornings back then but never to a climax. Her handful of sexual encounters with a close male friend before that week had been frenzied. He only made it a few minutes before he grunted and filled his condom. Getting fucked felt good, but she hadn't understood what all the fuss was about before the night in the conference room.

The next night, Ellie was worried when Mike ejaculated before she could get off. Her beau immediately went down on her and didn't stop until she orgasmed twice. It wasn't until the third night before she came on his cock. Each repeat meeting seemed better; they got to know each other's bodies and what they liked. Their final night together was breathtaking. She had a recurrent fantasy of riding him on a pool lounger. The thrill of being so naughty, the way he was staring up at her and playing with her breasts, his massive cock filling her to the brim all led to an earth-shaking, toe-curling orgasm. It was so intense, she nearly blacked out and passed out on his chest. Every climax since had been chasing that orgasm.