Ghost Hunting

Becky trailed off, an alarmed look on her face. Carlos was about to ask what was wrong but she raised a finger to her lips and silenced him. That's when he heard it...the sound of footsteps in the hallway. The sound of a muffled giggle echoed down the hallway.

"Hey, no tickling!" The voice was feminine and sparkled with laughter.

"You like it." This voice was masculine, husky. There was another giggle.

The voices were coming from right outside, there was no way they could dart into the hallway without being seen. Becky grabbed Carlos by the hand and opened up the pantry, pushing him inside and closing them both in.

The pantry was not quite as large as a normal closet and was occupied by a cheap metal shelving unit. Carlos tried to push himself as far back as possible but even then there was barely enough for him and Becky to squeeze inside. The shelves were digging into his shoulders and ribs as Becky pushed her back against him. The pantry had a slatted door, allowing them both to see through into the break room.

They had hidden just in time: the break room door opened and a man and woman entered. Carlos was pretty sure the man was his Creative Writing professor from a couple of semesters back: a middle-aged white man in admittedly decent shape for his age and brown hair with a streak of gray on both temples. The woman was much younger, likely a student, a long-haired blonde dressed as Catwoman, her shiny black nylon costume tightly hugging every curve.

The two had their lips locked together, making muffled noises of pleasure as they kissed and sucked at each other's lips and tongue. The man's hands ran down the young woman's back and he gripped her ass, squeezing it tightly through the fabric of the costume. The young woman was running her fingers through his neatly trimmed hair and pressed herself harder against him.

After what felt like hours the two separated, breathing heavily. The young woman stroked his chin and let out a throaty purr, rolling her r's. "Ohh, Professor Roberts...is it time for my oral exam."

"Samantha...," Prof. Roberts let out an exasperated sigh, "Using cliches like that are the reason why you're failing my class."

Samantha smirked up at Prof. Roberts as she rubbed a hand across the front of his pants, locating his zipper and very slowly pulling it down, "Well, if I wasn't failing then we would never have hooked up, would we?"

"I suppose you're right."

"Then no complaints about my dirty talk." Samantha gently pushed the professor into a sitting position on the couch and knelt in front of him. She unbuckled his belt, revealing the bulge of his erection contained only by his white briefs. Samantha rubbed her cheek against it, planting kisses on the fabric of his underwear.

Carlos was starting to feel very warm inside the pantry.

As he watched through the slats he struggled to keep his breathing steady and he was acutely aware of the warmth of Becky's back pressed against him. The pants of his vampire costume were faux-silk, cheap and paper-thin, and he could feel the heat of Becky's bare thighs against his legs and the softness of her ass pressed against his waist, barely covered by her too-small miniskirt.

He could feel his dick stirring and bit his lip to try and distract his body. As Samantha pulled Prof. Robert's cock out of his pants Carlos closed his eyes to try and keep himself under control. Eyes tightly shut, he tried to find something else to think about, anything other than the scene playing out just beyond the pantry door.

Carlos could hear Prof. Roberts let out a long, satisfied sigh of enjoyment.

He could hear the moist, eager sounds of Samantha sliding her lips up and down the professor's cock.

He could feel Becky shift her position, rubbing against his waist. He could even feel the fabric of her skirt bunching up against his waist, pressing the warm skin of her upper thighs against the thin fabric of his pants.

If anything, keeping his eyes closed seemed to be making things harder, both literally and figuratively. He gave in and looked: Samantha had stripped out of the top of her costume, baring her large breasts, and was lovingly running her tongue up and down the length of the professor's cock. She held his cock steady with one hand, stroking the tip gently, while the other had slipped beneath her waistband and was busy between her legs.

"Okay, okay..." Prof. Roberts stroked Samantha's head, pushing her gently back, "I'm not a teenager anymore, I've got one good shot in me so let's not waste it."

Samanath gave the tip of his cock a playful lick, causing him to shiver slightly, before getting to her feet and peeling the bottom of her costume off. The professor leaned forward and rubbed his face against her panties, nuzzling her as she giggled enthusiastically.

Inside the pantry, Becky was still fidgeting inside the tiny, cramped space. Carlos could feel her moving up and down slightly against his waist, hiking the hem of her skirt even higher. He wanted to whisper at her to stay still but the thought of them being caught kept him quiet.

It also felt like her full, bare ass was pressed against him and his cock was rock hard between her cheeks and the thought of bringing that to her attention was just as terrifying. He had no idea how she hadn't noticed it yet, with his dick pressing directly against her asscheeks.

It was only becoming harder as Samantha's panties came off and she straddled the professor on the couch. As he pushed inside her she let out a low, erotic moan and began to push herself up and down, sliding the length of his cock in and out of her pussy.

Carlos almost yelped as Becky's movements became more pronounced, moving up and down with more force along the length of his dick. He looked down at her but she gave no sign of her intentions, her eyes locked on the scene through the slats. Carlo's mind raced as she pressed back harder against him. Did she realize what she was doing? Was it on purpose or was she just caught up in what she was seeing? How did she not feel his dick pressed against her?

Samantha had taken the professor's cock balls deep into her pussy and was rocking her hips against his cock while he sucked at one of her nipples. The two were panting and gasping in unison as they drew closer and closer to a climax.

Carlos began to realize that he was going to be coming as well. Becky wasn't letting up and the build-up of several days without release was just too much. His breathing was ragged as he struggled to keep himself quiet.

As Samantha's movements picked up speed there was the sound of high-pitched, annoying music. A cellphone ringtone. Prof. Roberts looked shocked and lunged for his pants, sitting on the couch next to him. Samantha squealed in distress as she fell off his lap and onto the couch cushions.

"Who is that..." Her voice was icy.

"Uh..." Prof. Roberts had the phone in his hand, looking back and forth from the still ringing phone and Samantha's grim expression. "I...I just have to take this. Privately."

"Really? Why don't I answer it!" Samantha lunged for the Professor's phone but he tumbled out of the way. He got to his feet and pulled his pants up his legs, fumbling with them and the phone.

"Samantha, please, we'll talk about this later." He hurried out of the room, pants still only half on and phone cradled protectively out of Samantha's reach.

"Fuck!" Samantha kicked the couch and proceeded to pull on her costume before storming out of the room herself.

Although he was relieved that they had both left, the interruption had come too late for Carlos. He could feel the wet warmth of cum in his pants...the sensation of Becky's ass rubbing against his dick had been too much. At least she had stopped fidgeting now but he couldn't imagine that she could miss the spreading warmth through the thin fabric of his costume pants.

They waited wordlessly in the pantry for several minutes, wary of any sign that the other two might return. Finally, Becky took a deep breath and slowly opened the pantry door. As she stepped into the break room Carlos could see that her skirt had ridden up all the way to her waist, baring a pair of pale pink panties. With a quick motion, she flicked the skirt back down, not looking back at him.

Desperate to avoid conversation, Carlos stepped quickly over to the sink and grabbed a styrofoam cup. He filled it with cold water and chugged it down, washing out the stale taste of punch and vodka. He filled it a second time, sipping more slowly and trying to gather his thoughts. Becky stood in the middle of the room, saying nothing.

The silence screamed to be filled and Carlos was the first to break, although he still had no idea what to say. "That was...I mean..."

"We should get moving." Becky still wasn't looking at him. Instead, she was staring at the couch previously occupied by Samantha and the professor.

"Oh? Right. Right." Carlos was desperately relieved that Becky seemed to be glossing over what just happened. "They still might come back, I guess."

"Yeah."

Becky finally turned to face him. He couldn't tell for sure but he thought he saw her eyes flick down to his crotch for a split-second. Fortunately, the one silver lining of coming in his pants was that his erection had finally withered. She raised her hand slightly, reaching to grab his hand like she usually did, but hesitated. Her hand hovered in the air for a long moment before finally snatching his hand and pulling him out of the room after her.

As Becky tugged him along, Carlos felt an ache in his chest. He and Becky had been friends for almost a decade and now he felt like that friendship might be coming to an end. The two of them had always been close, platonic friends. Even when he went through his teenage hornball phase, even when Becky hit a late growth spurt and grew an incredible pair of tits and an amazing ass. When people said it wasn't possible for a straight guy and girl to be close friends, he laughed at them because he knew that he and Becky were solid.

Now he had just come on her ass.

After tonight, Becky would probably never want to talk to him again. She'd probably end up ghosting him or, if she did call or text him, he'd be too embarrassed to respond anyway. He tried to tell himself that anyone would have had the same reaction in that situation, but he still felt like garbage.

Carlos was surprised when Becky pulled him past the stairs leading to the first floor. He had expected Becky to cut the expedition short and lead them back outside so they could awkwardly part for the night. Instead, she seemed to be leading him deeper into the subterranean maze of hallways under the library. Was she seriously still planning on ghost hunting, after everything that happened already tonight?

He wanted to ask her but couldn't force the words out, so he settled for following silently in her wake. Before long she took him to a stacks room, an archival space for the library. It was a long room with a door at either end, a few tables along one side and the other side filled with rolling shelves. Becky peered cautiously around, clearly alert for signs of any more late-night affairs.

"So...uh..." Carlos forced himself to break the silence, "You had more recordings?"

"A few," Becky fiddled with her camera, flicking aimlessly through menus on the tiny digital display. "There was a recorder in one of the bathrooms that picked up some heavy breathing...but that was probably just someone jerking off in a stall. Another recorder picked up some weird noises but it was professor Robert's office, so it was probably him fucking another student."

"Oh..." Carlos felt incredibly hot in the cheap vampire costume. He undid the top two buttons on his dress shirt and loosened the cheap brass snaps holding the cape on. He forced himself to keep talking. "So...what about this room? Something more promising?"

"Sort of." Becky turned off the camera and set it down on one of the tables. "The recorder in this room didn't pick up anything."

"Oh? And that's...good?"

"I had it in here for four nights and I never got any recordings after closing." Becky turned to him but her gaze remained focused on her hands, her fingers weaving in and out. "So...I figure that we wouldn't get interrupted here."

Despite the drink he had earlier, Carlos' mouth felt very dry. "Interrupted while...looking for ghosts?"

Becky took a step closer to him and shook her head. Carlos almost took a step backwards but he found that he was right up against the rolling shelves. Becky raised her eyes to meet his and licked her lips nervously.

"Becky?" Carlos' voice almost cracked. "What are-"

Becky lunged forward and grabbed him by the front of his cheap costume and pulled him down to eye level. Before his brain could register what was happening, Carlos could feel her soft, warm lips against his and he could taste the hint of strawberry from her lip balm. Becky kissed him hungrily, gently pushing his lips apart with her own and slipping her tongue inside to stroke against his.

For several minutes he was simply too shocked to do anything but return the kiss. Becky's fingers pressed against his chest, kneading the fabric of his shirt. She released one hand and moved it down to her waist. He heard the sound of a zipper and her skirt dropped to the floor in a rumbled pile of red cloth. Carlos managed to gather the wherewithal to pull away slightly. Becky had his bottom lip in her mouth and gently drew it between her teeth and he pulled back. She met his eyes as he pulled back, both of them breathing heavily. He looked down at her bare legs, her light pink panties contrasting with the soft brown skin of her thighs.

"Do you not want to?" She pressed her body against him and he could feel the rounded softness of her breasts through her turtleneck.

Carlos shook his head, "No...I mean...I'm just..."

"Yes or no, Carlos."

"I mean...it's just..." He stammered, but Becky narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, I guess yes. I just didn't think-"

Becky didn't give him any chance to embarrass himself further and cut him off by simply hooking her fingers under his waistband and pulling his pants and underwear all the way down to his knees. His dick was already starting to swell again and was glistening with cum from his earlier embarrassment.

In the same movement as pulling his pants down, Becky knelt on the carpet in front of him and wrapped one hand around his dick, putting firm pressure on the base. With her other hand, she softly raked the tips of her fingernails across the underside of his balls. With a series of sharp jerks, his dick was fully erect again, throbbing hard against her fingers.

"I'm sorry about the mess, I really didn't-"

"Shut up, Carlos. Just relax." Becky began to clean his dick with her tongue, licking slowly along the shaft from the balls to the head. Every time her tongue reached the tip she closed her lips around it and sucked gently for several seconds before going back to the base for another lick.

Carlos' knees felt weak and he had to lean back against the stacks when she took his dick all the way into her mouth. He could feel his dick sliding across her tongue as she bobbed her head up and down. She cupped his balls in her hand, cradling and gently squeezing them as she worked his dick with her mouth.

She pulled back, gasping slightly for air, and looked up at him while still stroking his shaft with one hand. Her other hand was now between her legs, rubbing against the front of her panties. Maintaining eye contact she pressed the head of his dick against her cheek, rubbing softly against it and planting soft kisses on his shaft.

"I...I have a condom." Steve had given him several in fact, being far too optimistic about his prospects with the goth vampiress. Becky's eyes lit up at his words and she flashed him an eager smile. She gave his dick one last kiss and then turned to fish around in the pockets of his costume pants, now laying on the ground around his ankles. She quickly found the condom and split the package open.

As she popped it into her mouth and slid it down his head and shaft with her lips, it occurred to him that it didn't seem like this was her first time. He didn't really mind, he had always hoped that at least someone would know what they were doing the first time he had sex, but was still a little shocked and embarrassed that weird, socially awkward Becky had apparently lost her virginity before he had.

He didn't really have time to ponder it any further as her lips reached the base of his dick. He could feel her lips and tongue pressed against the top of his balls for a second before she pulled back, leaving the condom on. His cock was twitching and tight, almost ready to burst again.

Acting on impulse, Carlos decided to try to take the initiative. He reached down, pulling Becky back to her feet in front of him. She smiled up at him mischievously, waiting for him to make the next move. He hesitated for a moment, chewing on the inside of his lip, but forced himself to speak.

"Take it off." Carlos undid the cheap snap-clasp on his cape and tossed it to one side.

Becky's smile grew wider and she reached down and pulled the turtleneck off in a smooth motion. She stood in front of Carlos in only pink underwear and orange socks. She tossed the bundled up sweater over to Carlos and took a few steps back, hopping up onto one of the reading tables.

Carlos stripped his shirt off while she kicked off her shoes and peeled off the orange socks and tossed them in the pile along with all the other clothes. Carlos watched, stroking his sheathed dick with one hand to keep himself hard, as Becky reached slowly back and undid the clasp of her bra. His breath quickened as the bra came off.

Her breasts were two soft brown teardrops the size of honeydew melons, rising and falling softly with her breathing and glistening with the slightest sheen of sweat. Her nipples were prominent and erect, surrounded by dark brown areola. Becky was leaning back on her arms, back arched, and waited for Carlos.

"Fuck, Becky..." Carlos shook his head. "God damn, you're so beautiful."

"Then get your ass over here." Becky leaned forward and held out her arms to him.

Carlos practically lunged forward and she wrapped her arms around him. For a while, there was nothing but a chaotic mass of delicious sensation. The tight pressure of her arms around his ribs. The firm but soft warmth of her breasts against his chest and the harder nubs of her nipples rubbing against his skin. The smell of her skin and hair. The feeling of her lips on his neck, moving up to his ear which she nibbled softly.

Carlos moved his face down to her chest, nuzzling the soft, brown mounds of her breasts until his lips found her nipple. He sucked at one of her nipples while he flicked at the other one with a finger. Becky tossed her head back and giggled as he sucked harder and teased at her nipple with his tongue and mouth. Feeling adventurous he gently pinched her other nipple, tugging slightly, and managed to elicit an excited gasp from Becky.

After several minutes of licking and sucking Becky pushed him back slightly before reaching down and sliding her panties off. Becky's pubic hair was neatly trimmed to just a patch of black peach fuzz. Her pussy glistened with wetness and its puffy lips were slightly parted, revealing a flash of soft pink.

She grabbed his right hand, like she had so many other times tonight, and brought it to rest against her pussy. He could feel heat pulsing from her body and when he touched her he could feel her heartbeat against his fingertips. It was warm, wet and wonderfully soft and yielding. He let his fingers glide up and down the slit between her legs and they easily slipped inside. Becky shivered as he slid his fingers in and out of her pussy and when he stumbled across the raised nub of her clit she leaned back and let out a sensual whimper.