Bonus Scene

Viv

Later that night…

Jackson: Hey Viv, popcorn’s ready. Front door’s open. 

Viv: Sounds yummy. Ready for another treat.

Jackson: I’m ready for you.

Viv: Okay, daddy…

Jackson: It’s like that, eh? You have to find me first.

“Lara, I gotta go,” I say.

“Jackson left, and now you’re leaving ten minutes later. That isn’t suspicious at all.”

“I’m not hiding anything. Just thoroughly enjoying the candy, costumes, and cock, like you suggested. Do you have any Twizzlers?”

“Yes, sis. Get it. I’ll cheers to that,” Lara says, tipping her bottle towards me. “I have Twizzlers. They’re in the bag by the door. Want me to show you how to make them into handcuffs?”

“No, thanks. I’ve got something else in mind.”

I grab a box of the red-vined twisted candy by the door and walk the few chilly blocks between my sister’s home and Jackson’s empty house. On the way, I pass Frankenstein’s creation, a pack of zebras, a sexy vampire, and a fireman. The fireman tosses me a high five, and one of the zebras puts a candy necklace over my head. I love Halloween. Everyone’s having fun, trolling the streets at nine at night, and looking for a good time.

So am I.

I come up to Jackson’s graveyard of a front lawn, and let myself in.

Most of the lights are off, but his directions couldn’t be more clear.

On the floor by the door is a sheet of paper with a glowing number one on it. After I pick it up to get a closer look, there are neon pink instructions that say, “Take off your panties.”

Seems like Jackson isn’t so shy anymore.

I could see him hesitate on every sexy step he took all night long. He hesitated next to me before he left to make the pizza. I knew he wanted to ask me something, but he left before he had the nerve to invite me over. Then, when I went over uninvited, he pulled me in, but then he hesitated again before he put his hands all over me, like I wanted. Now, here he is commanding me to take off my panties. I should reward him, so he knows I liked this. Make it really clear that this was a good idea. I slip off my black panties and tuck them into his pocket by the front door. That’ll be a delightful treat for later.

Passing the credenza we had our fun on earlier tonight, I drape my cardigan on it and walk further into the house.

Finally, I see it. On the dining table is a paper with a neon number two, a bottle of whipped cream, and more instructions glowing below it. “Still want to draw that Superman insignia on my chest?”

Yes. Yes, I do, Clark.

Jackson is like a brown Superman, complete with chiseled chest, layers of muscles underneath his button-up top that easily carried me around his house earlier, and black-rimmed glasses that made me want to heighten his other senses by taking them off and blindfolding him.

Where is that man?

“I’m going to step number three, Jack,” I say, tiptoeing further inside his house towards the glowing number three on the back door.

I pickup the paper and read out the instructions below it, “Go outside. I’m waiting for you.”

My heart is beating so fast. What does he have waiting for me outside? All I need is him beyond this door, and I’ll be a happy girl.

I’m holding the whipped cream bottle, my box of Twizzlers, and a pair of condoms I swiped from my sister’s stash. Opening the back door, I smell his surprise before I see it.

Buttered popcorn is coating the air, I see the opening credits of Buffy the Vampire Slayer projected onto a bedsheet hanging on the side of his garage, and I see Jackson lying down on a blanket in the middle of the lawn, with his top a little more unbuttoned. He must be ready for this whipped cream “S.”

He has a great memory. I told him I was the librarian from that cult classic television show as my costume last year, and here he is with it screening on a makeshift big screen. He’s like an emotional alchemist. He’s fantastic at taking something I like and making me fall in love with it.

“I thought we could watch a little Buffy, eat some popcorn, and go inside and make some cake after.”

His vision for tonight is so sweet. But I think I’d like something a little more spicy.

I sashay to take a wide stance over his waiting hips on the floor, and say, “I think your first step promised something a little more naked than all that.”

“Does that mean you followed my instructions?” Jack sits up beneath me and slowly runs his hands up the back of my calves. He pulls my skirt up enough to expose the back of my knees and fingers the sensitive skin there. I widen my stance and voluntarily pull up the front of my sheer skirt so he can see I’m eager to follow his next command.

He traces up the back of my thighs and gropes my bare cheeks, with a long, drawn in sigh.

I drop my bottle of whipped cream, Twizzlers, and condoms, and let out a quiet moan of my own. 

Removing his hands from where I want them, he inspects everything I dropped and gives into a low laugh. “Got plans tonight, eh? What happened to our sweet movie night?”

“That went out the window when my panties did.”

Being half naked in his backyard is turning me on, and I want his hands back on me. “Come get me, daddy.”

His eyes whip from the bottle in his hands to my eyes, and he lightly bites on his lower lip. Every time I call him daddy, I’m met with a visceral response. I like this immediate tie I have to his animalistic side.

He slides his hands back up my legs and grabs my butt. One hand keeps its grip on my back, while the other lightly traces along my wet slit. “Hungry for more, Viv?”

“Yes,” I moan, while his thumb rubs the side of my clit.

I’m usually a sex-in-bed kind of girl. The mood has to be right. I’ll wait until nighttime, and close all the blinds around the house, before I act on any sexy ideas. Now, here I am with no underwear in the backyard, wide legged above a man I just met. This is a new side to me that keeps revealing more and more layers to it. It’s easy to try new things with a man that feels like he’s trying new things alongside me.

He doesn’t need to do much to build up a warmth in me. That quickly turns up the heat and has me close to boiling over with pleasure. Tilting my face up to thank the heavens for this man, and this night, I hear the distinct sound of a whipped cream nozzle lightly blowing on my entrance, just before I feel him lapping up the topping between my thighs. The last thing I see before I close my eyes in ecstasy are the stars shining down on me as bright witnesses to my transformation tonight.

My hands swing down to grip his head, and he leans back to guide me onto my knees to ride out the waves of my pleasure on his eager mouth.

Once my body finally releases its last clench, I scoot lower down his body, so I can lean over and taste myself on his lips.

“I need you in me, Jack.”

I keep moving down his body until I’m below his waist. Since he never put his belt back on after he whipped it off earlier, taking off his pants and boxers is a lot easier to do now.

Leaning back on his elbows, he watches me pull down his zipper and marvel at his hard cock in my palm.

With my other hand, I zip off the back of my black corset top and toss it behind me. Without the structure over my chest, my breasts immediately chill from the cool night sky, and my nipples visibly harden in front of his eyes. He pushes off the ground and his mouth immediately warms one nipple, while he thumbs the other one.

Fuck, I’m not going to last long with him sucking me like that.

I push his chest back to make him lie back on the ground. “Trust me?”

“I do.” He blurts it out, and I take his honesty to heart.

“Keep your eyes closed until you can’t wait any longer, okay?”

“I have no clue what that means, but okay.”

I pull out a Twizzler and make him wait while I pull apart each thin strip of roped red candy halfway down its stalk. When I’m done, I’ve got a makeshift whip with a dozen thin strips hanging off the end, ready to tease him with.

He laughs a little, and asks, “What’s going on?”

“Let’s see how this feels.”

Still straddling his exposed hips and slowly stroking him in my hand, I shake the candy over his exposed chest and watch him shiver with anticipation.

“What’s that?” he asks, quietly.

“Guess.”

With his eyes closed, he says, “Damn. I can’t think straight. Feels like rubber.”

“Something like that.”

“Smells like candy.”

“You’re right.” I take my hand away to pick up the condom and rip it open with my teeth. I slide it down his length and rub myself over his hard cock.

“Fuck, Viv.”

I shake the whip over his hard nipples and ask, “What kind of candy?”

I’m moving up and down the outside of his length, and he’s got his eyes shut tight, desperately trying to think of the answer. He can take his time, because just rubbing on him feels so damn good.

His eyes shoot open excitedly and he says, “The Twizzlers.”

Time to give him his reward for getting the right answer.

I notch at the top of his cock and ride down his length until our hips slap together. When our bodies are snug at the bottom, our matching looks of shock get wiped away by open-mouthed faces overwhelmed by pleasure.

Bouncing on his lap, he handles my breasts and sucks me right back into his hot mouth.

Riding him feels so good. I don’t even care that his neighbors could hear us from their yards, or that his ivy-lined chain-link fence could even mean prying eyes.

The sudden idea of it turns me on more than it frightens me and is the last image I have in my mind before I tumble over the edge for a third time this night.

I bite across the handle of my candy whip so it reminds me to hold back a yell that would surely get the neighbors attention, and take him thrusting his hips up and into my waiting entrance until he gets off with a shiver and an extra slap to my butt before he grabs me to topple on top of him.

We’re holding onto each other while trying to regain control of our breath and racing heartbeats. Intertwined, he turns his head and takes a bite of the strawberry-flavored candy I’m still biting onto and smiles at me.

“Can I please take you on a date this weekend?”

“Yes please. I didn’t get to draw the “S” on your chest yet.”

“The night is still young.”

That it is. Though it’s abundantly clear to me that this is only the first of so many more.

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