Message-ID: <45048asstr$1067483408@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: 53ab2750!not-for-mail From: Frank Downey User-Agent: Mozilla/5.0 (Windows; U; Win98; en-US; rv:1.5) Gecko/20031007 X-Accept-Language: en-us, en MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 11:10:04 EST X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 16:10:04 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Treats from the Trickster, by Frank Downey (mf rom halloween) Date: Wed, 29 Oct 2003 22:10:08 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, hecate Copyright 2003 Frank Downey. All rights reserved. Any use other than personal archiving requires the permission of the author. Do not repost. This story contains adult material. If this is illegal where you reside or if you are underage where you reside, begone. TREATS FROM THE TRICKSTER by Frank Downey --ONE-- It all started the year I was 14. I had a younger brother and sister who were 9 and 5, and Mom insisted on taking them trick-or-treating--mainly because of my sister. She didn't trust my brother to watch her, and she was only five. That meant I was stuck passing out the candy, considering I had no other plans. There were parties going on, but I hadn't gotten invited. I had no social life at 14. I was pudgy and kind of shy and geeky. So, I passed out the candy. It wasn't so bad. A lot of the little kids had real cute costumes. After about an hour and a half, the parade had started to thin out. Then, I answered a knock--and saw a kid, a sheet over his head with two eyeholes cut out, who was taller than me. "Trick or treat!" he chirped. "Aren't you a little old for trick-or-treating?" I smirked. "Well, yeah. So what?" "Well, I only have a little candy left, and I need to save it for the little kids." "I can see that," he said. "But, you know, I think I should get something for all this effort I put into this costume," he smirked. "Oh, yeah?" I laughed. "Fine. What did you have in mind?" "How about a kiss?" "I don't even know who you are!" I cracked up laughing. He pulled the sheet up over his head. It was Riley McConnell. "Hi, Denise," he said. I should have known. Riley McConnell was a complete nut, the funniest kid in school. Leave it to him to throw a sheet over his head and try to go trick or treating. I'd known Riley a long time. I liked him. Everybody liked him. He was a likable guy and, as I said, just plain hilarious. He could get me laughing my lungs out in seconds. "Hi, Riley. You nut," I giggled. "Guilty as charged. Now that you know it's me, do I get my Halloween kiss, or do I just steal all your Snickers?" "You can not have the Snickers!" I asserted. "Fine. OK. You get a kiss for trick or treat." "OK, if I can't have the Snickers, I guess," he laughed. Then he leaned in towards me. Hey, it was Riley. I'd known him since second grade. He was the class clown even back then. I expected an exaggerated lip-smack, or him kissing my nose, or something else silly. That's not what I got. He leaned down, put his hand down on my shoulder, and pressed his lips into mine. I guess you never forget your first kiss, and this was mine. But, as I said, I didn't expect an actual kiss. I swear to God, I just about swooned. It was warm and sweet and delicious and made my hair stand on end. It didn't last thirty seconds but it felt like a lifetime. When he backed up, he was grinning at me--but it wasn't his usual "I'm having a joke on you" grin. For my part, all I could do was stand there--barely--and blink at him. "Thanks," he croaked, and off he went. I went to bed that night and dreamed about Riley McConnell. --TWO-- When we got back to school the next day--we were both in 9th grade--it was like it never happened. Riley didn't even acknowledge it--and if he didn't, I sure as hell wasn't going to. He was his usual self. When he talked to me, it was usually a joke. It was like the greatest thirty seconds of my life had never happened. It was frustrating. I wanted him to acknowledge it. I wanted him to ask me out. I wanted him to kiss me again! Nothing. I got nothing. I shouldn't have been surprised. I was practically a nonentity around school, and Riley, because of his gift for jokes, was a minor celebrity. It was nothing to him. He'd probably kissed half the girls in school. Hell, he'd probably done more. Kids start earlier than 14, some of them--I knew a couple girls that weren't virgins. Riley probably had his pick. And, there I was, making a big deal out of a silly kiss. And why hadn't I noticed before this how damn cute he was? Anyhow, nothing else happened. I spent the rest of freshman year mooning over Riley McConnell, and he spent the rest of freshman year barely knowing I was alive. Something happened to me that summer. Somehow, I grew. I got taller, which made me less pudgy. And I grew in, er, other places, too. Mom looked at me and muttered what mothers everywhere mutter: "You're growing up!" It took a few inches in height and a new C-cup bra for her to figure this out? Anyhow, I got a nice fringe benefit--a day at her favorite salon. My mousy, stringy hair actually looked human went I went back to school. I got back to school, and, wonder of wonders, I got noticed. By boys, even. I guess it's true--it's all in the boobs. Well, not being a runt didn't hurt. 5'5" wasn't bad. And, though I'd never be model-skinny, at least I was proportional for a change. I felt good. That was new. What wasn't new, much to my chagrin, was the boy who wasn't noticing me--Riley McConnell. Boys I didn't know were passing me by with an "I love your hair" or a "You look really good this year." From Riley, I got nothing. And that was who I wanted to notice. I swear, I was obsessed. I actually got asked out, twice--that surely had never happened before--and by nice boys. But I turned them both down. Because neither was Riley. This is what's known as being a lovesick idiot. I just couldn't get that kiss out of my mind, and didn't know what to do about it. --THREE-- Then, with another Halloween around the corner, I overheard something. I was out of candy-dispensing duties this year--but, apparently, Riley wasn't. He was telling a buddy that he had to do just that this year. I immediately thought of a plan, and quickly put it into action. So, Halloween night found me, dressed as a witch, heading the half-mile to Riley's house. I wiped the sweat off my palms as I nervously knocked on the door. He answered. "Trick or Treat!" I chirped. "Aren't you a little old for this, little girl?" he asked. "Funny, that's the same thing I said to you last year," I told him. "Denise?" he laughed. "Is that you under that mask? Turning the tables on me, eh?" "Yup. Got any Snickers?" "Hershey bars. But none for you. Got to save `em for the younger kids, you know." "Darn. And I really like Hershey bars. Well, you know, I did work hard on this costume." "Yup, you bought it at Walgreen's," he laughed. "Well, I had to buy it out of my allowance money. Do you know how many dishes I washed to buy this?" "Too bad. No candy for you, little girl. Unless you have a better idea." I pulled off the witch's mask, and grinned at him. "Well, you can always give me what I gave you last year." He grinned widely. "Oh, I think I could handle that." He put his hand on my shoulder, just like last year, and leaned in to kiss me. This one was better. How I kept standing up is completely beyond me, I was so weak in the knees. It lasted a good minute. My whole world stopped. And, when he broke the kiss, the look he gave me! I was never sure if the one last year affected him as it did me-- this one did. I was sure of it. The look on his face was shock. Finally, he regained his composure, grinned, said, "Happy Halloween," and retreated back behind his door. I floated home. --FOUR-- And, back in school--NOTHING! Again! It was so frustrating! In fact, this time, it was worse. After last year, he at least talked to me. This year, he seemed to be going out of his way to avoid me. I just didn't get it. He didn't even crack jokes to me. It was so depressing. Maybe I should've tried harder. Maybe I should've made the first move. But I was pretty incapable of that at the time. Anyhow, time went on, and there was a big event looming. Our school had a big Christmas dance, every year, a couple weeks before Christmas itself. I wanted to go. One guess as to who I wanted to ask me. Yeah, like that was going to happen. A mere week before the thing, a guy I knew named Jay Billings asked me. Tired of waiting for Riley, I said yes. Jay was a nice guy and I thought I'd have a good time. I was right, in a way. Jay was nice and an excellent dancer, so, without the distractions, I would've had a good time. Distractions? Well, the first one was seeing Riley walk in--with Donna Bellagi! Donna was the Queen of the School, and made sure all the rest of us lesser mortals knew it. And she was walking into the dance with my guy! It made me sick. What made me sicker was a conversation I happened to have with Charlie Tills, Riley's best friend. I was grabbing a glass of punch and Charlie was there. "Hey, Denise. How's it going? Having a good time? I see you're here with Jay." "Hi, Charlie. Yeah, Jay's a fun date." "That's good. I was kind of surprised, though. I thought for sure I'd see you come in with Riley." "Excuse me?" I sputtered. "Yeah. All he kept talking about for the past month was how he was going to ask you. Then I don't hear a thing about it. Then I see him here with Donna--and she asked him. Did you shoot him down?" "Charlie, he never asked!" "He didn't? I don't get it. It seemed to me he was nuts about you." He saw something on my face. "Shit. You're crazy about him, too, aren't you?" "He would not have gotten shot down if he'd asked me, I'll promise you that much." "Shit." Charlie grinned at me. "He told me about the little kissing scene on Halloween. He said last year it was kind of a joke, but this year--well, it rocked his world. He thought you were so gutsy to do that, and the kiss was a heart-stopper. Riley doesn't talk like that much, you know. I don't get why he didn't ask you." "I don't get it either," I sighed. "Maybe he thought you wouldn't say yes." "Maybe. He didn't get that from me. And he's been avoiding me since Halloween." "Ah. Cold feet," Charlie said. Then he grinned at me. "Don't worry. I'll sort this out. You guys'll hook up." Good old Charlie. I could've kissed him. --FIVE-- Alas, it was not to be. I don't know if Charlie ever said anything or not. What I do know is that, starting at that Christmas dance, Donna got her hooks into Riley and didn't intend to let go. They did the whole lovey-dovey thing from the night of the dance until Christmas break. After Christmas break, they were still doing it. That's when I gave up. I felt a lot better about myself than I had, but there's no way I could compete with Donna. I missed my chance. Riley had apparently liked me, but I missed my chance. Damn. It was painful, but I couldn't go on wishing for something that was never going to be. I dated Jay for a while. He was nice, but it just didn't click. And he didn't kiss half as well as Riley. I dated a few other boys that year--nothing special. My Dad, who lived 1000 miles away with my grandparents, invited me to go spend the summer with him. I didn't see Dad enough, so I accepted, after twisting my Mother's arm to get her to agree. It was a good choice. I love Dad, and my grandparents, and I had a good time. I even met a boy there, Sean. What amazed me is that *I* initiated it. I don't know what got into me, it must have been that I knew I was only there for two months and figured what the hell. I walked down the street where my Dad lived and there he was, watering his lawn. I walked right up to him and introduced myself. He did the same, and then I told him I was staying with my Dad for the summer. And then I added, "But Dad didn't tell me there was a really cute boy right down the street." He blushed bright red--then asked me out, just like that! Wow--It was *that* easy? Did wonders for my confidence, that's for sure. We went out the whole summer. He was very sweet, kissed almost as good as Riley, and was given the honor of being the first boy allowed up my shirt. That was very nice. It didn't go farther than that--but, hey, we both knew from the start that this was a summer fling. I got back to town a week before school started. I gradually realized I was going to have to go back to the Riley and Donna show again. Even with my increased confidence, I really wasn't looking forward to that. However, over the first week of school, I noticed something--there wasn't any Donna, not with Riley. I never saw them together. And Riley was moping around school like his dog had gotten run over, or something. Riley McConnell? Moping? Something was seriously wrong. I decided to find out what. It was still nice enough to eat outside in the courtyard--and that's where I found Riley. By himself in the corner. Moping. I screwed on every bit of self-confidence I had--which, when it came to Riley, still wasn't much--and marched over to him. "Howdy, Goofball. How's tricks?" "Hi, Denise," he said with a weak little smile. "Everything's fine." "What's the latest?" That was code with Riley. If you asked him that, you always got a joke. "Sorry, Dee, ain't got nothing for you today." I reached up and put my hand on his forehead. "Are you ill? No jokes from Riley, I think I'm gonna faint!" "Not in the mood, I guess," he said with a pathetic grin. "Riley. What happened?" He just looked at me. "Come on, Riley, you need to get it off your chest." "Maybe you're right. I haven't told anyone." He took a breath. "Donna dumped me about a month ago. Apparently she was cheating on me the whole time we were going out." "That fucking bitch," I blurted out. "Oops, `scuse my language." "That's OK," he laughed. "You're right. Too bad I didn't see it. Denise, she was my first, OK? And her parting shot to me was that she was sleeping with other guys because I couldn't satisfy her." "Oh JESUS, Riley! No wonder the joke machine got cut off. You must feel like shit." "Yeah." "Riley? Don't. She's not worth it." "I know, I know......I was deluding myself." "That doesn't make it hurt less, I know. But you'll get past it." I grinned at him. "You just need some new joke books." "I might just try that," he grinned--a genuine Riley grin. "You seem to understand very well what I went through with her." "More than you know," I said. He looked at me. "And no, I'm not telling you why. Not yet, anyhow. It's personal and kind of painful." "That's fine," he said. Then he hugged me! "Thanks, Denise. It helped a lot." "You're welcome," I managed to get out. ---SIX--- After that, we ate lunch almost every day--and Riley steadily became more and more Riley. Damn, that boy made me laugh. I can't tell jokes like Riley, but I have a good sense of humor. And Riley's humor could get `out there,' and a lot of people didn't get it. I got it. He told me once that I was one of the few that did. I decided I was just going to be part of his life. I was going to be his lunch partner--and see what happened. About a month went by, and that's what I was. Except, gradually, he'd find me before school to talk, or after school. He started walking me to my after-lunch class every day. He'd walk into one of the two classes we shared together and drop a Riley bon mot on my head, making me giggle at the teacher. This went on for about a month. Then, one day in mid-October, we were walking together from lunch to our classes. We were discussing my appreciation for his wackiness. Then, he said, "You know, that's one thing I never got about Donna." "What's that?" "She went out with me, I think, because I was popular. But I'm popular because I'm funny. And she didn't get my jokes." "She only recognized that you were popular, she didn't care why," I pointed out. "I think she thinks popularity is a birthright or something." "Too true," he laughed. "So, tell me, what was the attraction for you? Besides her boobs," I snickered. "It wasn't the boobs," he grinned right back. Then he got serious. "She pursued me, you know. Maybe that was a lot of the attraction. Jesus, I'd never had anyone that wanted me that much." Now, if that wasn't the opening of all time, I didn't know what was. The question was, was I going to take it? Did I have a choice? Well, if I was, it had to be now, because we were almost at my classroom. Time to screw on that newfound self-confidence, girl. So, I stopped, turned to him, and said it. "Riley, that's where you're wrong." He looked at me. "There's someone that's wanted you very badly for two years, someone that's plain crazy about you, and has been ever since you kissed her on her porch on Halloween. It's just that she's been too damn shy to tell you. Until now." And then I turned and went into class. When I went to sit in my seat, I had to turn towards the door to do so. He was still standing there--with his jaw hitting the floor! Then the bell rang and he ran off towards his class. The problem was, I forgot--Riley and I never saw each other after lunch. The classes we had together were in the morning. I wouldn't see him until the next day. That's a long time to hold my breath! And, I didn't see him the next morning, either--I blew into school just in time. In our classes, he didn't say anything, though he did give me a smile in both. So, I was waiting for lunch. I beat him there, and, since it was still nice enough to eat outside, that's where I headed, to our usual corner. After a minute or two, here he came--thank goodness--heading right for me wearing one of those crooked Riley grins that made my heart go pitter-pat. He sat down next to me, grinned, and immediately launched into a bunch of slightly rude limericks. I was laughing so hard I couldn't eat. He kept it up through most of lunch. I was howling. Then, all of a sudden, he said, "Hey. You know Karen Reuschel is having a party Halloween night, right?" "Yeah," I said. "Would you like to go with me?" YEE-HAH!!! "Yes, I'd like that very much," I said. "Good," he grinned. "We seem to have this long-standing tradition of a Halloween kiss. Wouldn't want to break it or anything." No siree! Lunch was almost over, so we got up to start walking to class. Then he said, "You know, that party's over two weeks away. Would you like to go to the movies Friday night?" "Yes," I said, trying very hard not to grin like a damn idiot. "Good," he smiled. We got to my class. "We can talk later about what time and all." "OK," I smiled, and he walked away. I drifted into class. Class? Was I in class? Was there a teacher talking? What was he saying? I did not know and I did not care. HE ASKED ME OUT! WHOOPEEEEEEEE!!!!! --SEVEN-- We went to the movies that Friday--a comedy, of course--and had a wonderful time. When he dropped me off, he said, "So, do I have to wait until Halloween to ask you for a kiss?" Well, what do you think I said? It was wonderful. He asked me to go out to dinner the next Friday. I of course accepted. I had a little bit of worry when he showed up, though. You see, when he'd come to get me the previous week, my mother wasn't around. This time, she was. To say that my mother is hard on men would be an understatement. I understood the kick in the male ego that Donna gave to Riley because I saw my mother give it to my father, repeatedly. That's why my father left. My younger sister--well, Mom got pregnant with her while she was still married, but she's not my Dad's kid. And I remember a screaming fight shortly before Dad left when Mom told Dad he was lousy in bed. I didn't really understand it then--I was, like, 9--but I understand it now. She's dated since Dad left and they don't stick around long. She just treats men like shit. I don't know why she just doesn't go lesbian and be done with it. Hell, I worry about how she's going to treat my brother now that he's hitting puberty. And, she wasn't all that particularly nice to Jay when I was dating him last year. So, yeah, I worried about how she was going to treat Riley. And, when the doorbell rang, I was still brushing my teeth. Mom, of course, ran to answer it. I could hear the conversation from the bathroom at the top of the stairs. "So," Mom started in, "what makes you think you're good enough for my daughter?" Oh Jesus. Poor Riley. I tried to brush my teeth as fast as I could. But then I heard Riley say, with a laugh, "I'm probably not good enough. But she thinks I am, so I figured I'd give it a shot. She likes me a lot, you know. The feeling's mutual." "Why would she like you?" Mom sneered. "You don't look like anything special." Damn her! Brush brush brush. Was my breath clean yet?!?!? Then I heard Riley answer, "I make her laugh." "Aren't you the class cut-up?" Mom asked. "So don't you make everyone laugh?" "No," I heard Riley answer. "Everyone else--well, they laugh half the time and scratch their heads in bafflement the other half of the time. Denise laughs all the time. She's on my wavelength--which is a miracle." Thank goodness I came downstairs just then, before Mom could come up with another smart remark. "Hi, Riley," I grinned. "Can you go wait in your car for a minute? I'll be right out." "OK," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Nice to meet you, ma'am," he said to my mother, being politer than he needed to be. Then he headed out. I do not stand up to my mother. I know better. This time, however, it was called for. After Riley left, I turned to her, and said, "Listen to me. That is the nicest boy in school--and his last girlfriend kicked him in the balls just like you did to Dad. If I ever hear you talking to him like that again, I'll never speak to you as long as I live. Understand me?" "DENISE!" she started. "Don't `Denise' me," I interrupted. "Riley is my guest in my house, and you treated him like shit. It was rude and uncalled for. Keep your man-hating bitchiness away from my dates." With that, I went out the door. We had a good time, and Riley kept me laughing, but I was upset, and he knew it. After we ate, we went for a drive. I told him everything. "Cripes," he said when I was finished, "are you sure there wasn't a mixup at the hospital?" "What do you mean?" "It sounds like she should be Donna's mother, not yours," he cracked. I broke up. "Good point." "How did you get so sweet?" he asked. He thought I was sweet? Awwww. "My Dad's influence, I guess. I'm old enough to remember living with him, and I see him every so often. Spent all summer with him, in fact." "He must be cool," Riley said. I nodded. "Look, I'm sorry about my mother. You didn't deserve that," I told him. "Well, I guess winning over your mother's going to be about as easy as shoving a basketball through a garden hose, so I'm not even going to worry about it. As long as you like me, who cares?" "I'm surprised you didn't start in with the wisecracks." "I was trying to be polite," he grinned. "Next time, stick with the wisecracks!" We got home, he kissed my ever-loving brains out, and then I went in. Mom was, no big surprise, waiting for me. She started right in. To my surprise, I gave it right back. Fighting with my mother is a no-win proposition--I must really like Riley. Like I hadn't figured that out, already. Finally, I got away from her and went to bed. --EIGHT-- She was actually better the next day, much to my shock. That was good, though, I had other things to worry about. Like this Halloween party barely a week away. I needed a costume. Riley had asked about a set of `couples' costumes. I put the kibosh on that. If we'd done a pair of costumes, I would've thought of, you know, Fred and Ginger. Romeo and Juliet. Antony and Cleopatra. And I know Riley would've been thinking Abbott and Costello. And, since I'm shorter, I'd be the one being stuck as Costello. In a padded suit. No, thanks. I wanted to knock his socks off--Lou Costello wasn't going to do it. So, I told him, let's do separate costumes. And let's surprise each other. He agreed. I had an idea. I didn't know if I could pull it off, but I was determined to give it a shot. So, that Saturday, 6 days before the party, I went to the mall and bought all the necessary accoutrements. I ran home from school Friday, Halloween, the night of the party, and got ready. Lessee--skintight low-cut black minidress? Check. Long black wig? Check. Fishnets and stiletto heels? Check. Black nail polish? Check. Push-up bra? Big check! Yup, I was attempting Elvira. And I think I almost actually pulled it off. Push-up bras are a miracle! I got ready just before I heard the doorbell ring. Now if I could only navigate the stairs in the stilettos! I headed down, and peered around the corner before I came into view. Riley was dressed as Groucho Marx. Of course he was. I shoulda guessed. He was chatting--almost friendly--with my Mom, when I came around the corner into view. They heard me, looked up, and both jaws dropped. I really didn't care what Mom had to say, frankly, but seeing Riley slack-jawed with his eyes bugging out was a beautiful thing. The effort it took for him to pull his eyes away from my cleavage and to my face was a wonder to behold. By the time I had gotten to the bottom of the stairs, he had recovered--mostly. Recovered enough, anyhow, to launch into Groucho. He waggled his (fake) eyebrows and his (prop) cigar and grinned, "Say the secret woid and you win a hunnert dollahs." I looked right into his eyes, grinned, and said, "Boobs." After almost swallowing his tongue, he grinned back and said, "Good guess." "Yeah, right. So where's my hundred bucks?" "Will you take it in kisses?" "Nope. Candy only." "You drive a hard bargain, Elvira." "You betcha." I turned to my Mom--who was still goggling--and said, "See ya." We headed out. The party, I must say, was great. It's amazing what a little cleavage can do. Donna was there with some empty-headed musclebound type. She was dressed as a princess--talk about typecasting--and was not at all happy that I was getting all the attention. Especially with Riley clinging to my side. At one point, we had found a seat, and Riley went off to check out the refreshments. He came back with some cokes and stuff, and then said, "I have a surprise for you." He held out a Hershey bar. I wasn't kidding about loving Hershey bars. I am a true chocoholic. I grinned at him and said, "You sweetie. Hand it over." But, no, he had other plans. He shook his head, unwrapped it, and held it out to me--still in his hand. I nibbled it right to his fingers. Then I licked his fingers. Oh my GOD. Who knew Hershey bars could be so fun? After that little display, we sat there for minutes grinning at each other like idiots. Then he kissed me, right in front of everyone else--and it wasn't no peck on the cheek, either. Of course, that was just a preview of the kiss I got when he dropped me off. Is it possible to cum from just a kiss? I came damn close. By the time I got to my room and got the Elvira garb off, I think it took me about six seconds of rubbing myself before I exploded--thinking of Riley the whole time. --NINE-- That's how it all started. It took a couple weeks until he asked me to go out with him. You know, be his girlfriend, be exclusive, whatever you want to call it. Of course, Riley being Riley, he didn't call it any of that--he asked me if I wanted to make this into a "thing." It took me a trip through the Land of Riley to establish that a "thing" meant "be his girlfriend." So, I eagerly agreed to a "thing." Only with Riley McConnell does a girl get to be part of a "thing". So, that's when I was fully immersed into the World of Riley. It was a very strange place. Knowing a person at school, that's one thing. Spending whole piles of personal time with him was another thing entirely. Only then did I get the Full Riley. For instance: we were walking through the mall a few weeks before Christmas, and there was a Walgreen's in the mall. They had one of those one-hour photo places, and one of the services they were offering right then was Christmas cards. They could make them from a photo, or from one of those memory cards in digital cameras. Riley saw that, and uttered the four scariest words that can come out of Riley's mouth: "I have an idea!" Uh-oh. He dragged me out of the mall, and sped to his house. He ran in and emerged with a bag of stuff, plus his digital camera. Then we sped to my house. We got there, and Mom was there. "Do either of you have a dress like this?" he said, and then described it. I didn't, but Mom did, and I could fit into her clothes. We went and got it. Then Riley asked about pearls. Mom had some, so I put them on. Then Riley went and got into his get up. I almost died laughing. He had us pose, and Mom took the picture. We took it down to the Walgreen's, and had it printed up. We were going to pass them out to all of our friends that week in school. The dress he had me get into was a old-fashioned long light blue thing, with the pearls. He was wearing a smoking jacket of all things, with a shirt and tie, and holding a pipe. He had us pose with him standing, arms crossed, looking insufferably smug; and me standing next to him, hands on his shoulders, looking at him adoringly. The caption on the card read, "Merry Christmas, from Riley and Denise Cleaver." It was hilarious. That's what finally broke the ice with my Mom. She'd been surprisingly cordial to Riley, but that card made her laugh so hard she peed her pants. That's when she started treating him like her daughter's boyfriend, and not as Evil Male Thing that she was barely tolerating. It was nice. That's what Life with Riley was like. I loved every minute of it. We went to the Christmas dance again, this time together. We'd never discussed last years' dance, until that day. We were dancing, and he looked down at me--seriously, for once--and said, "Now maybe I can stop kicking myself for not asking you to this last year." "Why didn't you?" I asked him. "Sheer terror. I didn't think you'd go." "Purposely showing up at your house on Halloween and returning your kiss didn't give you a hint?" He grinned. "It probably should have. I just thought that you were as much of a goofball as I am. Which you are, but I didn't get the rest of it. I was scared to death to ask you. Then, Donna asked me. What a mistake." "Hey, it's a double mistake--I could've asked you, too." "At least we fixed it this year," he grinned. On Christmas Eve, after swapping presents, he told me that he loved me. In between jokes, of course. I told him that I loved him, too. He kissed me--and then started back up with the jokes. Who else can make a girl swoon and giggle in almost the same breath? Damn, did I adore this guy! --TEN-- Of course, things in the World of Riley didn't always run so smoothly. The problem was sex. Wasn't my problem, mind you. Yes, I was an inexperienced blushing virgin yadda yadda yadda--but only because I was waiting for the right guy. I certainly wasn't prudish--my endless masturbation sessions crying out "Riley!" when I came should dispel *that* notion. Now I had the right guy. Unfortunately, said right guy had some scar tissue. Damn Donna. We'd first dated in October, started our "thing" in November, and professed undying love in December. And it took until Valentine's day for him to take me parking! And, even when parking, his hands never strayed from safe areas. Until the end of March, when he finally decided to try to put his hand up my shirt. I loved every minute of it. But it never went any further. He was a dream kisser, and his hand on my boobs was real fine, but nothing else was happening. Until May 10th, which was my 17th birthday. I decided to give myself a birthday present. We went parking, we were in the back seat. He did the fondle-the-bare-titties thing, and, while he was doing that, I went for the pants. His. Before he knew what was happening, I had Little Riley out and my hands on it. "Dee?" he gasped. "Hmm. So that's what one of these looks like," I giggled. "I've never done this before." "You haven't?" he blurted. "Are you questioning my honor, sir?" I giggled. "No," he managed. "Good." I moved my hand up and down it. It was fun. I had absolutely no idea what I was doing, but Riley seemed to be enjoying himself. Actually, that's an understatement. The look on his face was rapturous. Hell, watching him was making me wet. Well, wetter. I'd never seen a guy squirt before, much less have him squirt all over my hand. He let out this deep moan and then it happened. It was great, if a bit messy. Luckily I had some handy napkins hanging around. I'm not quite sure that this is the reason why McDonald's gives you napkins, but they worked. After he regained coherence, he looked up at me. I was sitting on the seat, grinning at him. He launched himself at me and started kissing me, nice and hard--and his hand slipped down to the belt on my pants. Who says guys can't read minds? As he tugged on my pants--and as I eagerly helped--I felt like singing the Halleluiah Chorus. Before I could get through a Halleluiah, I had two fingers inside me and his other hand circling my clittie. I wasn't medically a virgin--my own fingers had taken care of that long ago--so he was able to get nice and deep. And, frankly, I have no idea what Donna's problem was, because I came so hard I saw stars. And, yes, I made sure to tell him. "My God, Riley, that was stupendous!" He grinned at me. Well, it was. If telling him so helped mend the damaged male ego, so much the better. Shortly after that, we moved on to oral. Yes, I gave Riley my very first blowjob. (Found out later it was his, too--Donna didn't `do that'. Her loss!) I liked it. Swallowing his spunk took a little getting used to--the texture's a bit strange--but get used to it I did. After a while I liked it. And I definitely liked all those strange otherworldly groans he let out every time I did it! And, yes, he eagerly reciprocated. It didn't take me long to find out that Riley's tongue is good at something other than telling jokes. Good? He was fantastic. That tongue of his turned me into a cummin' machine! Things proceeded at this pace throughout the summer. We spent a whole lot of time that summer naked and happy. Well, in between doing things like Riley marching in the town's Fourth of July parade--dressed as the Statue of Liberty! Only Riley. They even chose him to recite the Declaration of Independence at the post-parade festivities on the Town Common. I shook my head when I heard about that. I mean, this was Riley. Didn't they know they were just daring him to recite it in pig latin, or in his Rodney Dangerfield imitation, or something? To my utter shock, he recited it straight. Well, almost. Straight until the end, when he added the line "Let's Rock and Roll!" Well, it cracked me up. Somehow, the members of the Town Council seemed less than amused. They didn't know how easy they got off! Anyhow, in between that, we spent a lot of the summer parking, with hands and lips and tongues all over the place. However, as summer dragged on, I still had a problem--that lingering virginity thing. Riley was happy to play the everything-but game, but I was looking for Tab A to find its way into Slot B. Boy was I ready. Riley didn't make a move in that direction. I think he figured that if he had found ways to satisfy me--and was I satisfied--that things were better left alone. Those damn Donna scars again. As summer turned into fall--Senior Year, yay!--it became increasingly clear to me that if we were going to make love, I was going to have to be the one to push it. --ELEVEN-- Well, it just made sense, didn't it? Halloween. It was perfect. And things fell right into place--Halloween was on a Saturday. It just so happens that Mom picked that weekend to pack the other two kids off and go see my Grandmother, Mom's Mom, a hundred miles away. She asked if I wanted to come. I reminded her that Halloween was a special day for Riley and I, and she graciously agreed to let me stay home alone. I think she might have figured out what I had planned. Anyhow, Karen Reuschel had a party again this year. We were going to go to that--and afterwards, I was going to bring him back here. So, I needed a costume. Riley wanted to go couples again, but I refused again. It wouldn't do for Lou Costello to be trying to seduce Bud Abbott. I wanted to out-Elvira myself. Britney Spears, that's what I decided on. From the first video. Yeah, the schoolgirl one. The short little skirt, the under-the-boobs shirt--I even dyed my hair blonde. When Riley showed up, I was all ready. And what did my loving, wonderful, completely insane boyfriend choose to dress up as? A giant pumpkin! He could barely get through the front door! Only Riley. But the jaw did drop right to the floor when he saw the Britney get up. So, off we went--Britney and the Pumpkin. He asked me to drive--evidently driving in a big pumpkin costume's a little difficult, big surprise--and we got there just as things were getting in gear. Everyone gawked at my costume, laughed at Riley's, and Karen said she should've had a contest for "Most Unlikely Couple Based On Costumes." We would've been a shoo-in. We had a good time, we got back to my house, and I invited him in. Since I didn't think I could seduce a pumpkin, I told him to stay downstairs and get out of the get-up. I went upstairs, told him I had to do a little preparation, and said I'd call him up when I'm done. And the pumpkin had better be off! When I was ready, and called him up--sans pumpkin, thank goodness--he found me wearing a trenchcoat. "Switching from Britney to Barretta?" he cracked. "Nope. I have another costume just for you," I told him. I peeled off the trenchcoat, revealing what I was wearing underneath--nothing. "I call it Horny Naked Girlfriend." "I think I like it," he grinned. "But there's a problem," I said, walking up to him, and starting to undo the buttons on his shirt. "It's really Horny Naked Virgin Girlfriend--and the virgin part needs to go away." "What?" he hissed. "Riley, it's the third anniversary of the day I realized I was in love with you. It's the first anniversary, give or take a couple weeks, of our first date. It's Halloween--our day. We have an empty house. We've waited long enough. Make love to me." I think he panicked for about a second--but that's all. Quickly he started helping me take his clothes off. "I don't have anything, though," he said. "I went on the pill this summer. You're slow, Riley," I laughed. He laughed back, got the rest of his clothes off, and then threw me on the bed and just mauled me. Hand, and lips and tongues were everywhere, and he gave me a very nice cum with his tongue. Then he was kneeling between my legs. Even without a hymen, I expected pain. I didn't get any. It was a little uncomfortable and strange at first, but it didn't hurt. He got all the way in, right to the bottom, and I looked up at him and hissed "Oh my GOD!" He grinned at me, then stared moving, in and out, slowly and gently. It was fantastic. I'm one of those guttural-moan-type-gals, and I was guttural-moaning up a storm. And, when I came--which didn't take long at all--he had to practically hold me down on the bed. My hips went nuts. He wasn't going to get by that, of course, and he quickly came into me. I could feel it pulse deep within me. It was beautiful. He rolled off me, and pulled me towards him, cuddling. I sighed, and said, "Oh, Riley, that was exquisite. I can't believe how wonderful that was. I think you fucked my brains right out onto the pillow." That's when he broke down. He hugged me so tight into him he was practically crushing me, and I could feel him shake a little, and I heard the muffled sobs. Look, very few people knew the deep feeling he hid behind the constant quips. I did, and had for some time, but this was the ultimate. He settled down, and then said, "God, Dee, I love you so much. I can't believe how lucky I am to have you." "Feelings mutual, honey," I said. He grinned at me for a minute. Then he started in on a series of really rude limericks. Thank goodness! --TWELVE-- That opened the floodgates, I tell you that. With Riley's male ego fully repaired, his sex drive asserted itself. I didn't mind at all, believe me--because mine was going off the charts. We still had the same wacky, wonderful relationship--we just had more sex. Lots of sex. Lots of wonderful sex. Almost as much sex as jokes. Almost! After much discussion, we decided to go to college together. We found one we both liked, and we both got in. Then we enjoyed the rest of senior year. Went to the prom, all that. We both had summer jobs, but we'd meet up after we got out of work and go out. Go out and then go have sex, of course. Luckily, when we got to college, we both had cool roommates. Finding time together wasn't a problem. And Riley quickly established himself there as he had back in high school--as the school cut-up. Everybody liked him. He fit right in, and so did I. And, yes, they have Halloween parties in college. Our first year, I gave in--and finally agreed to do the Matching Costumes thing. Abbott and Costello? Not quite. No, the Blues Brothers. Of course. I got to be Jake, as predicted, the shorter one in the padded suit. Everybody thought they were great. And I really didn't mind. Because I knew, underneath Jake Blues, I had, all ready for Riley, the Horny Naked Girlfriend costume. And I knew that'd get me my Halloween kiss. Plus a few other things! --THE END-- -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+