Zombie Bride

Author's note: This is an entry in the Halloween 2019 story contest. Please vote!

All characters are over 18-years-old.

I can't believe I let my sister talk me into this. I hated performing for people and normally wouldn't be caught dead in a costume. But she'd insisted that I participate in the haunted hayride. It was "for charity," she said. She said it would be "fun". Yeah. Right.

I looked at myself up and down in the full-length mirror in the dressing room set up in the Miller's red barn and let out a heavy sigh. I was wearing a sexy wedding dress, artfully torn and covered with fake blood. The sweetheart neckline barely covered my breasts, I could hardly breathe because of the corset. The skirt was ripped to shreds and reached only to mid-thigh, doing little to cover my white satin panties . My auburn hair was teased into a wild bird's nest so that it stuck up all over my head. I had a huge (fake) gash across my forehead, dripping with (fake) blood. My face was made-up a ghostly white and my eye sockets were darkened with so much black grease paint that my blue eyes looked like two pieces of ice.

"You look gooood!" my sister squealed from behind me, looking over my shoulder and giving me an appraising look.

"I look scary. I hate that people are going to be watching me."

"I know. I know. But you look awesome. So sexy! You'll be drawing in all sorts of donations for us! I owe you big time."

"Yes. You do."

"You know I wouldn't have asked if I had any options.

"And it's for a good cause."

I just shrugged, which caused my nipples to come dangerously close to being exposed, which caused me to hiss in dismay and my sister to laugh hysterically.

"I really, really, REALLY hope I don't give anyone a peep show in this dress!"

"Don't worry about it. We don't allow photography on the hayride, so even if you have a nip-slip it won't be recorded for posterity. But make sure it doesn't happen in front of any small fry. Wait to tease the college students!"

"Way to not make me feel better about this, sis," I said, in no mood for her silver lining.

"Listen, just remember that we are raising money to help the Firefighters get that new truck."

I sighed again and shook my head, my face softening.

"I know. I know. We all need to do our part to raise money for them...

"But you HAVE TO promise that I will not see Tate while I'm here."

"Do you have shoes? I didn't bring shoes," my sister said, suddenly.

"No, I do NOT have shoes. Are you fucking kidding me, Amy? I don't have shoes to wear with a wedding dress!"

"Maybe zombie brides don't wear shoes..."

"Great. I'll just wear my tennis shoes, in that case."

"No one is going to look at your feet when they can look at your boobs, Tia."

"Christ, Amy!"

My sister just doubled over laughing at that. Ah, well.

"Your ride out to your spot will be here any second. Grab a couple bottles of water and get out there to meet them."

***

I hopped out of the old clunker pick-up that had been my ride out to the 'Zombie Bride' vignette and picked my way over to my spot. The scene set next to the path of the Haunted Hayride had a truck wrapped around a tree, set up with a machine so that smoke rolled in giant plumes out from under the crumpled hood. There was a truck's bench seat, complete with seat belts, artfully arranged to look like it had been catapulted from the truck, but it was really just a place for me and my groom (whoever that was) to sit while we waited for the next wagon-load of guests.

I knew that we were at the point farthest from the entrance to the Haunted Forest. I'd passed life-size dioramas of vampires and werewolves, masked killers, and a mad scientist on my ride to my spot. I knew there were two Headless Horsemen on the loose in the forest, ready to ride up and scare people as they rode carts full of hay bales. From my position I could see the flood-lights that illuminated the corn maze that was the last obstacle for people before they could get to the tents set up selling warm apple cider. Being here, a part of this, should have been fun.

I was still incredibly annoyed at my sister. Amy knew that I was in a deep funk since I'd come home from college for fall break. And yet she'd still asked me to step in when the original Zombie Bride had torn her ACL falling off a scooter downtown. She also was well aware of the fact that I was trying desperately to avoid my ex-boyfriend, Tate Miller, and that considering the Haunted Forest took place on his family's farm and all his brothers were costumed spooks in it, not running into Tate was going to be a huge challenge. But Amy knew I wouldn't be able to say no. Not in good conscience anyway.

I was still poking around at the 'set', getting familiar with it when I heard hoofbeats behind me and turned around to see the Headless Horseman.

"Hey, Tia," came a muffled voice I recognized as one of Tate's twin brothers. The voice came from somewhere inside the chest of the horseman, under a billowing red shirt and black cape. The figure held a jack o'lantern under one arm, a sword in the other. "Amy asked me to tell you that Ta... your groom is on his way. She forgot to give you the two-way radio and is sending it with him. Cell coverage is... sporadic out here, to say the least."

"Thanks, Trevor..."

"It's actually Trent...."

"Of course it is. You know I've never been able to tell you two apart. Certainly not from your voice."

"I'm the one with the mole on my dick..." Trent Miller said as his hands went to his belt and started to unfasten it.

"Trent! Stahp!" I said, laughing while I covered my eyes.

"Your loss, babe," he said, joining my laughter.

"Go scare people. Just not me. With your mole!"

I smiled as I heard his muffled laugh as he rode away.

***

It was full dark by the time the same dilapidated pick-up that had dropped me off stopped again. A man with broad shoulders in a torn and bloodied tuxedo jumped out the back and strode towards me, his long legs eating up the short distance. I saw the huge grin on his ghostly white face and just... reacted. My hand went up and I slapped him so hard on his cheek that his head whipped to the side and his brown hair flopped back from his forehead. His eyes widened, but the grin barely slipped.

"I...uh...I probably deserved that," Tate Miller said to me, his left hand went to his face and rubbed. I wondered if he had a hand print blooming under his white grease paint. And then I burst into tears.

"Jesus, Tia," Tate said, rotating his jaw a bit. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? You hit me."

"I've never...," I gasped. "I've never hit anybody before."

"First time for everything," Tate said, then grinned even bigger, if that were even possible. "I like being your first. You'll never forget me."

"Damnit, TATE!"

Before I even knew what was happening, he had me wrapped up in his arms and his lips came down on mine. I stiffened up at first and tried to push him away, but not for long. Soon I was melting into his arms and kissing him back, just like I always did. Just like I did the first time he kissed me on the very back seat of the school bus on our way home from school when we were both 15-years-old. Just like I did when he took my virginity after our senior prom. I could feel a spike of arousal between my legs and moaned into his mouth.

I heard the squawk of the two-way radio and my sister's voice letting us know our first audience of the night was on its way at the same moment as Tate released me. I was relieved that I didn't crumple to the ground right there at his feet.

"You know the drill, right?" Tate asked me as he went over to a some bluetooth speakers and queued up some music and then turned on the strobe lights.

"First few hayrides are kids, so we aren't to be too scary," I answered. "Later in the night, it's college kids, so we should do our best to scare the shit out of them. But we aren't allowed to touch anyone."

"Well, yeah. That's the way it works for people in the other dioramas, but we're the Zombie Bride and Groom. We don't really try to scare anyone. We dance for the kiddos and then make out for the college kids."

"What?!?!?"

Before he could answer... even if he wanted to answer, and I wasn't sure that he did... the first cart of kids arrived and the Doors' 'People Are Strange' came streaming out of the speakers and Tate pulled me up and we started dancing, much to the delight of the kids watching us. My anger and confusion at my situation momentarily evaporated and I laughed with joy while Tate and I swung our bodies around and gyrated against each other.

I was barely able to catch my breath between songs as Tate and I danced and danced. We laughed through 'Thriller' and had the kids singing along to 'Ghostbusters'. We nearly fell over ourselves we were laughing so hard as we danced 'The Time Warp'. I didn't have time to think about Tate and our... history. Santana's 'Black Magic Woman' came streaming through the bluetooth speakers and Tate pulled me towards him and we started a sexy salsa dance.

"I knew those dance classes we did before Amy's wedding would come in handy," Tate told me as we danced and I giggled, breathless.

I heard the two way-radio crackle and a voice telling us to take a break. Tate went over and shut off the strobe lights and turned on the black lights, causing his tuxedo shirt and my wedding dress to glow almost painfully in the otherwise dark scene. He then all but collapsed onto the truck seat, pulling me down with him and onto his lap. He pulled me close and kissed me deep and it was like all my anger at him was far away. My hand was in his hair, my other hand on his shoulder, holding him against me. His hands roved my body, trying to tug down the bodice of my dress to get at my tight nipples. I groaned into his mouth at his touch.

"Fuck, Tia. I missed you," he murmured.

"It's your own damn fault, Tate..." I growled back before kissing him hard and biting his lower lip until he moaned, too.

"I know. I was a complete asshole," he said, pulling back from me and meeting my eyes.

"Yes, you were. Dylan is a friend. That's it. He's going through a rough break-up. He needed a hug. We aren't fucking. I would never cheat on you!"

"I am sorry I was a jealous asshole."

"Don't you trust me?"

"I don't trust him!"

"It doesn't matter whether you trust him or not. Do you trust ME?"

He looked at me, his hazel eyes serious for once. "Of course I trust you. You're my girl."

I tilted my head and really looked at him. I heard the radio and Amy telling us our break was over but it didn't really register in my brain.

"If I'm your girl, you need to trust that you're my man and I would never betray you," I said. "No matter how much some other guy might want it."

"I know. I'll try not to be a jealous fucker again. I promise."

"And I'll try not to slap you when you forget that promise."

He laughed and kissed me again. The music kicked back in with "I Put a Spell on You" but I barely noticed while our mouths covered each other's and our tongues slid against each other. His left hand was in my hair, cradling my head as we kissed. He trailed the fingers of his right hand from my cheek, down my neck and across my chest until he was able to dip his fingers into my bodice and reveal my breasts.

I moaned as he slid his fingers gently across first one nipple and then the other. I let my head fall back as his mouth followed the trail of his fingers as he left kisses along my neck and chest and then fastened onto my nipple, sucking me into his mouth, causing me to whimper out my need.

"Yes! Oh Tate, yes!" I encouraged him as he worshiped my breasts, sucking, licking and biting my tender flesh.

"Fuck, Tia," Tate grumbled as I writhed on his lap, his erection hard against my hip. His hand slid down the skirt of my dress until he found the hem and was able to delve underneath it, never taking his lips off of my breasts. His fingers skimmed up my inner thigh until he brushed his fingertips against the satin of my panties causing my breath to hitch in my throat. He pushed the thin fabric aside and dipped his fingers in my arousal.

My eyes snapped open at his intimate touch and I was immediately aware of the cart full of horny college kids watching us as Tate sucked hard on my nipple and stroked his fingers along my slit.

"Jesus, Tate!" I hissed. I tried to push him away and cover myself, but he was holding me too tightly.

"Already so wet for me," he growled, ignoring out audience as he buried a finger deep inside of me. "So damn tight..."

"They're watching..." I gasped out, even as he stroked my clit with his thumb and pumped his finger in and out of me.

"Let 'em." With that, he slid me off of his lap and onto the bench then knelt on the ground between my knees. He pulled my panties down my legs and off, tossing them aside. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders, flipped up the skirt of my dress,and kissed his way from my kissed his way from my knee up my quivering pussy. I must admit that the thought of being watched as Tate went down on me made my body pulse with desire.

"Oh, God, Tate!" I let out a breathy moan when his lips touched my clit and he sucked me into his mouth. He worked me with his tongue and lips and hands, causing me to pant with need. I could feel my pleasure building in my belly hot and faster than it ever had, my awareness of the people watching us causing my arousal to spike.

"Oh God, oh God, OH GOD!" I chanted and then screamed out my release as I came on Tate's face and fingers.

Tate climbed back up my body and then flipped us both over so that he was sitting on the bench and I was straddling him.

"I need your cock, Tate," I breathed. I gazed into his face and saw his pupils were blown with his arousal, ony a pale golden halo of iris visible. My hands went to his belt and unfastened it; he kissed me and I could taste myself on his mouth. I worked his button and his zipper and snaked my hand into his pants to free his hard rod. "I need you to fuck me," I said, licking my lips.

He slid down in the seat and I positioned myself over him. I sank down onto his erection and we both groaned and then grunted when he completely filled me.

"Fuck, baby. I missed this pussy," Tate said before snapping his hips up, sending a jolt of electric desire through my body. He pulled my dress up onto my back and spread me with his big hands on my hips. I was hyper-aware that he was giving our audience an unobstructed view of his cock sliding in and out of my wet pussy as we fucked each other slow and deep. I rolled my hips, grinding my clit against him as he thrust in and out of me. I leaned forward so he could use his mouth on my nipples as our bodies crashed together. I slid my hands up under his shirt, tugging the short hair on his chest and tweaking his nipples like I'd touch my own.

"I'm gonna come," I moaned. "I'm gonna come again!"

"That's right, baby," Tate growled. "Come on my cock!"

I arched my back and let out a keening wail as I felt my body clench around his cock. I twitched as my orgasm swept over me and I felt Tate drive himself hard into my before he shuddered through his own release. I collapsed onto him and we clutched each other in a tight embrace as we finally stopped shaking.

"Damn, that was hot," Tate whispered against my hair. I could do nothing but breathe in his scent and snuggle against his chest where I'd fallen against him. I kissed him softly under his ear and sighed. His hands found my dress and pulled it down to cover my bare ass and I couldn't help but laugh as the carts full of college kids pulled away. All I could see were couples paired off and making out on the bales of hay.

I pulled off of Tate's softening cock and let out a sigh while my heart rate slowed to normal. He tucked himself back into his clothes and fastened his belt, giving me a delighted grin.

"I'm pretty sure that those college kids got more of a show than Amy intended," I said to Tate as I tried to tuck my boobs back into the bodice of my dress.

"For sure. But I expect this to be a banner night for donations to the firefighters."

I laughed at that and then groaned and covered my face, suddenly nervous about who had seen us fucking.

"Uh, Tia?" I heard the two-way radio crackle and then my sister's voice. "Talk to me, sis. I'm hearing... things... up here... about the show...?"

"I am never going to be able to show my face in this town again!" I said, turning to Tate. "Your mother is going to find out I let you fuck me in front of who knows who."

"Don't worry, babe. We'll spin it somehow," he said, making a vague gesture with his hands. "I'm just glad to have you back as my girl."