Happy Halloween

The lights were down low with strobe lights sitting in the corner, cobwebs hanging from the ceiling and door frames with fake spiders planted within them. Music, a Halloween mix, blasted throughout the house as bodies danced together. Everyone was dressed in costumes, some of them full body and some of them were sexy. They barely hid anything, the girls strutting around like they owned the place.

“How did we get invited here?” My friend asked me as she clung to my arm, completely paranoid about what will happen; she always thought the worst because of the documentaries she had watched and the statistics she had read.

“Frankie invited us. Apparently he is in with the band,” I spoke as I made my way through the crowds, trying to push the sluts out of my way.

I was dressed as Mrs. Krueger with a long, black and red, sweater on and fake, plastic knifed gloves on my hands. My hair hung down in blonde and dark brown, loose curls. The hat was tilted to the side a bit as my blue eyes looked for the short man in question, my boyfriend of three years. He was dressed like me but in the male version of it, the same sweat but shorter and with pants. He actually had the face make up done by their make up artist, when they go on tour. He looked so much like the original Freddie and it made me proud of him. I finally spotted him by the punch bowl, grabbing two red, solo cups of punch. He turned and seen me, a smile curling on his thin lips as he makes his way over, his hazel eyes shining.

“Hey, babe. Steph,” he nodded his head at my friend before he leaned down and kissed me.

I felt Steph let me go and make her way over to the punch bowl, rolling her eyes, getting her own punch. She sipped on it and stood there awkwardly. Her dress torn into shreds, with fake blood splattered here and there along the tears. Her feet were clad in a pair of black flats, that she had borrowed from me. I knew that she was uncomfortable and I would have went to her, but Frankie was ushering me out to the dance floor and I couldn't help but follow him. I loved dancing and he knew it, so he was doing something that I had wanted to do, our bodies moving in time to the song blaring from the speakers. My cup was held in my hand and I sipped from it time and time again, feeling lightheaded and free. I let my head fall back as the room began to spin and I let out a cry of fun, not knowing that the punch was spiked and I was a lightweight.

“T..t..this punch is good,” I whispered into Frankie's ear, trying to nibble on it but all I do is end up slobbering on him.

He gently pushes me back a bit and puts a smile on his face, though I can tell that he isn't happy about this.

“If I knew that the punch was spiked I wouldn't have given it to you, although it's Matt's party so of course the punch will be spiked,” he shook his head and made the excuse that he had to go to the bathroom.

His small body made its way to a hallway, in search of a bathroom. I couldn't help but frown, because he usually likes when I'm like this, of course that is when he is the same way. When one of us is drunk and the other is sober, we tend to end up arguing. Of course there was great make up sex after it, but I hated to fight but it was inevitable. I felt like he was angry with me and I tried to make my way over there, my legs wobbly and I feel myself falling, it was like a free falling off of a cliff. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the impact of hitting the floor, but it never came. Slowly I opened one eye and then the other, the floor dangerously close to my nose, I noticed before I was turned around in a pair of strong arms. A guy with blue eyes, like mine, smiled down at me.

“Someone has either had too much or someone is a lightweight,” He spoke, his voice floating over me and different than anything I have heard.

I could feel my stomach getting a bit queasy but I didn't feel like I had to throw up, it just felt like something was alive in there and wanting out. Little did I know that it was butterflies, that this guy was giving me the butterflies that I had only ever read about!

I knew who he was instantly, my brain actually putting two and two together and I try to push myself away from him. He was the guy Frankie told me about, in a band that I don't particularly like. They were too heavy for me and I didn't like some of the lyrics that they had. I felt the world spin and I knew that I wouldn't be able to walk on my own. His arms wrapping tightly around me as if to keep me steady. He seemed nicer than Frank made him out to be.

He was tall, lean and he had shaggy hair. He had a pair of black, rimmed glasses perched on his nose and I could tell that he was dressed as a nerd. He had the button, down shirt tucked into acid washed jeans with suspenders. In the front pocket of his shirt he had a pocket protector with pens, pencils, and highlighters. He really fit the part and I couldn't help but let out a drunken chuckle at that, my eyes lifting up to meet his and I couldn't help but feel myself being drawn into his stare. Although I did break it because I shouldn't be feeling these things, I was with Frank. He loved me, well so I think he does, he never really told me that he did. I told him that I had loved him, but he would tell me that he wasn't ready to say those three words yet. Sometimes it would send a zing of hurt flying through me, but I knew that one day he would. Why was I feeling this way about someone else?

Again, I tried to push myself away from him, wanting to get more punch and wondering what was taking Frank so long to get back to us. I finally stumbled to the punch bowl and grabbed the ladle and pouring the red concoction into my cup. Instantly the rim was to my lip and I was knocking that back, seeing a bottle of Jack sitting there, I decided to pick that up and take a huge swig of it. The liquid burned down my throat, but numbed it at the same time. The affects of the drink were hitting me much more now that it was straight and not in small amounts.

“Slow down there slugger,” the guy spoke to me, taking the bottle from my hands.

He had to pry it from my fingers and I let out a frustrated growl as he did, the alcohol loosening my tongue and my filter, “What the fuck do you think you are doing? Give me the bottle back?” I had slurred those words and it only caused him to roll his eyes.

“Come on, we're going to get you to lay down and then find your boyfriend,” he said as he wrapped an arm around me and begins to lead me upstairs.

“M...m...my boyfriend dddoesn't care about me,” I let out a sarcastic laugh as I slurred my words more, too tired to even try and fight him off me anymore. “He...he never really tells me he loves me. You know that? He he says is isn't ready for thossse wordsss.”

He had a hell of a time getting me up the stairs as I continued to drunkenly give him my life story, him nodding and mhming, just to appease me. I felt like he was truly listening to me and what happened next, was something that would change my life forever. Before I even knew what I was doing, once we had gotten to the room, my lips landed on his. The kiss was soft or smooth and I was the one that initiated it, but he had returned it. The sparks, which flew from my lips to every nerve ending in my body, made my body shiver and my toes curl. I had never felt like this when I was kissing Frank and there just seemed something so different about it.

His arms wrapped around my body as we both struggled to make our way over to the bed. He pushed me down on it and crawled on it, my fingers undoing the metal of the suspenders and they went flying back and for one split second, I thought they were going to hit him in the face. I let out a sigh of relief as they didn't, his lips were now on my back, trailing them softly up and down the side of it. The smooth skin made me shiver, along with the scrap of his teeth that sent white, hot heat to flood my body. I could feel myself getting turned on, my hips bucking up a bit because we were going to slow for me.

The next thing I know he was entering me and I could just feel how long he is, hitting place that not even Frank had hit within me, my moans starting to get louder as his hips snapped back and forth, the pace a frantic one. It wasn't loving but somewhere in there I felt this deep spark, like a deep connection and I felt at one with him. I felt like I was making love even if it was rough. The sound of our panting, moaning and skin slapping skin filled the room as his teeth tugged on my bottom lip and he bit down any place that he could reach and find. The white, hot ball began to build from within my stomach and I knew that it was going to burst soon, especially with the speed he was going.

My hands wrapped around the pole of the headboard as it began to bang on the wall, that was until he switched places and now I was on top of him, my hips moving in a circle motion. The pace was even more frantic as I was becoming unglued from everything. All I could think of was pleasure, all I could taste was the pleasure, see and feel it too. It was like it had taken over my life and it was the only thing that I have known. My hips began to slow down but he had other plans, his fingers digging roughly into them and beginning to rock me at a pace that he liked. His hips were bucking up into me and I felt that one spot being hit, causing my mouth to fall open and a strangled moan to escape from my throat.

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck...” I moaned out, leaving a space because I didn't know what his name was, although this is the first time that I have been doing something like this.

“My name's Jimmy,” he panted out between breaths as he continues to slam his hips up into mine as if he couldn't get enough of me, wanting to be deep within.

“Oh Jimmy!” I cried out as my second orgasm washes over me and makes my mind go blank, feeling myself gush around him and cover him.

I knew he was finished too, because he began to slow down and I could feel powerful rope after powerful rope of cum fill me as I collapsed on his chest, my arms and legs feeling like they weren't even there. I felt like I was floating on cloud nine and that nothing could bring me down. I wanted to stay right here, in this moment and this time.

“Sweet thing, you didn't tell me your name,” He said as he brushed back my sweat, matted hair from my forehead.

“It's Tabby,” I spoke and that was the last thing that I knew before I passed out, in his arms, from the alcohol and the sexual activities.

---*---

I sat back in the rocking chair that I was sitting in and smile, “And that is how your father and I met.”

I looked at the faces of my shocked children, some of them making a face at the graphic parts, but I couldn't help but laugh. Of course I had told them everything, did you think that I would ever be one of those normal mom's? I was never a normal person.

My husband wrapped his arms around me, the silver ring glittering from his left, ring finger. His blue eyes sparkled with the mischief that lived there. A ring sat upon my own left hand, the diamond sparkling in the hot, California sun as the ac runs int the house.

“I will have to say that was the best time of my life. Who knew that I would have found my soul mate at my best friend's party?”

He leaned down and gave me a kiss, the kids crying out an eww as they covered their faces. I couldn't help but let out another laugh. Yes, that night was the night that I had found my soul-mate and the father of my children. I wouldn't change a thing.

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