wren_halloween

EVERY FANTASY NEEDS A HALLOWEEN SPECIAL by Wren

You’re on the couch with a medium pizza and a Pepsi Edge, going through your collection of horror movies. The movie you’re now playing is called The Church, written by Dario Argento, directed by Michele Soavi. This movie never fails to psychologically fuck your shit up, as you would tell your friends. You don’t know what it is about the movie. Gore doesn’t seem to bother you anymore, but something about the film’s soundtrack always manages to keep you awake nights. Specifically, the song played a few times in the movie. ‘Floe’, by Phillip Glass. Unfortunately, James, your best friend and roommate knows these little quirks about you all too well. Furthermore, he uses them to his advantage. Many of these times you have wanted to kill him for it, but you know you won’t after he gives you that look. You know which one. The one that never fails to make you weak in the knees as it burns through you. He’s such a beautiful creature, that James, but he’s always pulling pran!
ks.

But hey, you’re not totally innocent in that aspect.
There was that one time when you jumped out of his closet like you’d been there for the past week. The look on his face was priceless. Even moreso when you told him there was a surprise in his closet. Hey, after him believing that you’d been there in a week, you weren’t sure if he’d ever want to find out what the surprise was.
It turned out to be something incredibly nice, that you made him swear not to tell anyone...and you the same. It was an odd pact, but you trust each other. (That’s code for I couldn’t think of anything.)

You’re at the scene that never gets easier to watch, which you simply describe as ‘Train Smash’. It’s where the teenage girl with the boyfriend in the movie gets hit by a train...and you can see it happen from the train’s point of view. ‘Floe’ is playing in the background. Needless to say, you stop eating and light a cigarette. It’s too dark and you don’t like that. You get up to turn the light on in the kitchen, but suddenly you hear the TV turn off.

“James, I know you’re preparing one of your desperately adult pranks, so whatever happens to me in the next five minutes isn’t funny!” You say with a nervous chuckle (That was such a blatant ripoff of The Young Ones). The nervous chuckle quickly turns into terrified, uncontrollable giggling.

You hear a whisper. “I’m not James.”
You squeak nervously. “Yeah because telling me you’re not James is supposed to scare the shit out of me, right?” Your voice is now obviously shaking.

Silence. Goddamnit.

“Dude! Seriously, this stopped being funny six seconds ago!”

You hear footsteps coming towards you. You hide behind the couch. “Oh fuck, this isn’t happening!” you whimper to yourself. You look around, completely paranoid, eyes wide open, flailing your arms when all of a sudden you hit someone. You grab the person you it, apparently a man, and fling him nowhere in particular, but he lands on the couch. You hear a slight groan. You rush for the lights but as you turn them on, you turn around and the perpetrator’s gone. Goddamnit! You scold yourself. The footsteps were headed towards your bedroom, so you grab a pillow from the couch and clutch it like it was the last thing you had left. The lights turn off again shortly after.

Suddenly, you see what looks to be headlights and you hear ‘Floe’ play...out of nowhere.

“YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE, YOU KNOW WHAT THAT SCENE DOES TO ME!” You scream as you swat your pillow in the general direction of the lights. You hear the flashlights fall to the ground and James laughing his ass off between hits. You go back quickly to turn on the light. As you prepare to hit him some more, you drop your pillow.

“James, that mask stopped being funny two weeks ago.” You take off his Nixon mask as James continues laughing, tears rolling down his cheeks. You pick your pillow back up and continue beating him with it as he rolls around dodging pillow hits and laughing.

“You really scared me, you fuckwit, you know that?” You act as though you’re about to cry and instead you sulk on the couch, trying to stifle your giggles.
James laughter dies down and he sees your face. “Aww, baby.” He feels bad but you still keep your sad act. “I’m so sorry, baby.” He cuddles close to you on the couch and cradles you on his lap, his arms wrapped around you.   Damn you, James, you beautiful bastard!! You can’t stay mad at him when he gives you that look.

You lean your head against his collarbone under his jawline, breathing his sweet enchanting musk in. You nuzzle his Adam’s Apple and snuggle close. Despite all that’s happened, you feel the most safe with him around. “You like this, don’t you?” you look up at him.

“I like cuddling you, sure...especially when you’re all vulnerable and shaking.” He squeezes you tight.
“Is that why you like to scare me all the time?”
“No,” He chuckles and strokes your hair. “That bit’s just funny.”
“That’s not the only thing it does is make you laugh.” You grab his crotch mischievously.
“Hey!” He yelps as you giggle. “You’re cheeky tonight, aren’t you?”
“Well, Wamesy, I just had the shit scared out of me and now I need to feel safe and protected.” You give him the look of a lost puppy. He gently strokes your face and kisses you.
“That’s not the only thing you’d like to feel.” James laughs and lifts you up. You wrap your arms around his neck and embrace his lips with yours. He carries you to his room and lays you gently on the bed as he slowly unbuttons your blouse. He feels you tremble beneath him. “No need to be scared now, baby.” You tilt your head back and he slowly kisses you down from your jawline, down your neck, down to your chest as he slowly removes your bra. You can feel his warm, firm hands ever so slightly caressing your breasts causing you to quiver and moan with excitement.
“Oh, baby, you’re so good to me,” you squeal. “Please, baby. I beg you, tie me up and have your way with me.”

“Oh, baby.” You can hear a tinge of excitement in his voice. He grabs some silk scarves from his nightstand. You bite your lower lip, trying to stifle an excited giggle. “Somehow, I knew you’d be into this.” He gently ties your wrists to the bedpost, and wraps another scarf around your head over your eyes. The next thing you know you feel your trousers coming off, and then your panties. You feel his hands roaming on your hips, down your thighs...between your thighs. You twitch slightly. Suddenly, nothing happens.

“James? James, where are you?”
“Just a second, I just had an idea.”
“Don’t go too far, I might get scared again.”
“That just might encourage me.”
“You pig-dog!” you giggle.
Suddenly you feel his gentle caress on the side of your waist. He’s wrapped one arm around you, leaning against one side.   You feel something cold, hard and wet on your lips. You gently lick it. It’s ice. “Oh James, have you been watching 9 1/2 Weeks?” you ask teasingly. He chuckles at that and gently brushes the ice on your nipples. You can feel them getting hard and you moan. He rubs the ice slightly harder and gently sucks one while teasing the other with his fingertips. You moan louder. “Lower,” you feel the ice glaze the middle of your torso, down the middle of your navel, then lower until you feel it gently tickle your clit. You gasp as he puts the ice elsewhere and gently rubs your hard pink clit. Your moans grow louder as he moves faster, gently moving his two fingers inside you. He continues tickling your clit gently while he teases your nipples with his tongue. “Oh, James!” You moan louder. “Take me! Take me now! I beg you!” You’re so close to reaching orgasm when you feel him slam into you. You cry out in pleasure. He gently nibbles and sucks on your neck and further down, pounding into you. You moan louder, struggling to make your wrists free, with success. You grab him, scratching his back.
“Ooh, harder.” He growls. You scratch him until you reach his backside and smack him hard. He growls and pounds harder as you smack him harder and harder. Finally, the two of you can’t take anymore. Your walls clench and he slams one more time, yelling.

He cuddles you close as you both catch your breath, and eventually laugh.
“Another one?” You put your robe on and throw him his. “I still have some pizza left.”
“Hey, no arguments here if this happens every time you watch horror movies!” James puts on his robe and follows you to the living room. You pull his robe apart and run as he chases you and you scream and laugh.

THE END.

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