A
Night of Sweet Treats And Deflowering: Part 1.

Iris and Sam have a sexy ‘deflowering’ party for
two on Halloween.

Based on a post by  MoonlitOpal.  Listen to the
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Stories.

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On a beautiful late October afternoon, Sam and I decided to eat lunch outside the
call center where we worked. Sitting on a wooden bench near the building
entrance, we dug into the sandwiches we'd brought from home.

"It's such a gorgeous day," I
sighed. The sky held no trace of clouds, and a maple to my right was
spectacular in its display of scarlet foliage. Breathing deep, I delighted in
the cool, crisp air.

"Soon it's going to be
freezing," Sam said. We'd been working together for almost a year, long
enough for me to know he preferred summer to colder weather. "Then there
will be no lunches for you and me outside, Iris. We'll be stuck inside the
cafeteria for months."

I knew he was right, but I wouldn't let
thoughts of winter, with its frigid days and waning light, dampen my mood. Sam
and I chatted about work and how hectic things had been as of late, and after I
finished my sandwich, I reached for the small bag of candy corn I'd packed for
dessert. Though I knew Sam didn't share my love of sweets, I offered some to
him anyway.

He shook his head. "No, thank
you."

"Oh, come on!" I insisted.
"It's almost Halloween! It's practically tradition to eat candy corn this
time of year."

He looked at me with an amused smile,
and I couldn't help feeling a nervous flutter deep in the pit of my stomach.
Sam was twenty-three, a year older than I, and he had gorgeous brown eyes, so
expressive they could make a girl's heart melt. His dark hair seemed in
constant need of a trim; sometimes I had to resist the urge to run my fingers
through it and brush it back from his face.

"My family never celebrated
Halloween," Sam revealed. I remembered him mentioning that his parents
were extremely religious. Sam didn't strike me as particularly devout, and I
got a sense that his lack of church atttendance had caused a rift between him
and the rest of his family. "It's just like any other day to me," he
went on.

I loved Halloween, though being a shy
introvert, I never did much to enjoy the festivities. Parties and crowds made
me break out in a sweat, so I usually spent Halloween at my mom's house, where
we would hand out candy and watch scary movies while eating enough junk food to
give us a sugar high. This year, however, she had to travel for work, and I'd
resigned myself to spending Halloween alone in my apartment.

Turning toward Sam now, I playfully
held out my tongue so he could see the piece of candy corn resting on it.
"You should get dressed up and binge on candy at least once in your
life," I told him.

"Well, what about you?" he
asked. "What are your plans for Halloween?"

I shrugged. "My social life is
pretty much nonexistent, so I don't have any. Unless..." My heart suddenly
felt like it was pounding in my throat, and my mouth grew dry from nervousness.
I averted my stare, then sneaked a glance at him. "Unless you want to come
over to my apartment," I finally managed to say.

My ability to flirt was abysmal; I
couldn't have been beguiling if my life depended on it. To make matters worse,
I knew my face was growing hot as I waited for Sam's answer.

When he didn't speak right away, I
awkwardly rushed on. "We could dress up if you want--there's still time to
get costumes--and I could make a pizza for dinner. We could watch campy old
horror movies and drink apple cider..."

Even as I spoke, I couldn't bring
myself to look at Sam. I was afraid he would find me pathetic.

"You know what, Iris? That sounds
like a lot of fun," he said, and I knew I wasn't imagining it when he
moved a few inches closer to me.

I tried and failed to suppress a
delighted grin at his response. "Awesome! Why don't you come over at
around six?" I suggested. Sam knew I lived in the lower-level apartment of
a house not far from the call center. "I'll give you the address, and when
you get there, just come around back."

Sam's smile widened, as if my
enthusiasm was contagious. "So you're going to introduce me to all the
delights of Halloween?" he asked.

Something in the tone of his voice made
a delicious shiver travel down my spine. "I certainly hope to," I
replied.

He raised an eyebrow, and I had to duck
my head so I could hide behind my shoulder-length brown hair. All the while, I
told myself to calm down and stop acting like an idiot. It was just a little
get-together at my place. Sam probably didn't even consider it a date. We were
simply two friends hanging out for Halloween because we had no other plans.

So why did I feel so nervous? Why were
my palms sweaty and my hands shaky? Why was it that when I imagined Sam leaning
in to kiss me, the thought sent a surge of heat straight between my thighs?

"And you're going to wear a
costume?" Sam asked.

I looked up and gave him what I hoped
was a casual smile. "Sure! I mean, you don't have to, but I haven't
dressed up for Halloween in forever, so I figure this is my chance to go all
out."

Sam reached over to pluck a piece of
candy corn from the bag in my lap. "Then I'll dress up, too. I can't
promise anything spectacular, but I'll do my best," he said.

"I can't wait to see what you come
up with." Already I was trying to decide on a costume for myself. Should I
be a witch? A princess? A ghost? None of those seemed original enough.

When my eyes met Sam's once more, I
immediately realized just what I wanted to be. Sitting so close to him, I knew
I was the very definition of average: average height, average weight. My hazel
eyes were somewhat large yet could still pass for average.

But during the one night of the year when
Sam and I would be alone, and I could transform into whatever or whomever I
wanted, I resolved to be anything but average. I would be bold and confident,
no longer shy and insecure.

And maybe, just maybe, I would be brave
enough to make it clear to Sam just how I felt about him. With any luck, he
might decide he felt the same way about me.

Halloween was still several days away,
but I went shopping for a costume as soon as I left work later that afternoon.
Some quick online browsing led me to a store downtown, and I could barely
contain my excitement as I stepped inside the place.

"Can I help you find
something?" a woman behind the counter asked me.

"The Bride of Frankenstein,"
I quickly replied, then added, "the costume, I mean." All the while I
prayed the store had it in my size.

The fates must have been smiling down
upon me, because the saleslady easily located a costume that looked like it
would be a perfect fit. "You're welcome to try it on," she told me.

I gazed at the black wig, which of
course featured white streaks on either side, and I imagined how I would look
wearing it after I applied some dark red lipstick, along with black eyeliner
and smoky eye shadow.

The sleeves of the virginal white dress
resembled bandages, and the garment's hem was almost floor-length. As I stroked
the satiny fabric, I grinned with delight.

"I don't need to try it on,"
I said to the saleslady. "This is what I want."

The costume was a little pricey for my
budget, but I handed over my credit card without hesitation. As I stared down
at the dress on the counter, the symbolism of the outfit wasn't lost on me.
While I would soon be twenty-three, I'd never had a real boyfriend, and I was
still a virgin.

After I paid for the costume and left
the shop, I decided to swing by the grocery store. Outside the entrance, I
studied the pumpkins for sale and finally selected a nice round one, large
enough for carving. Once inside, I pushed a cart down the aisles, grabbing a
frozen pizza, a variety pack of Halloween candy, and a half gallon of apple
cider. Lingering in the cosmetics section, I chose the perfect shade of
lipstick.

As I surveyed the items in my cart, I
realized I was smiling. Simply planning for my evening with Sam made that
excited flutter return to my stomach.

I tried not to let myself get too
carried away imagining what Sam and I might do together on Halloween, but still
I wandered the aisles, searching for an item I didn't dare ask for help in
finding.

Finally I located the condoms, and I
stared in bewilderment at all the different kinds. Glancing around, I was
relieved no other customers were nearby. Then I set about reading the
descriptions on the boxes before choosing a brand that boasted durability. If I
did have sex, durability was definitely what I wanted in a condom.

I paid for the groceries and then
started for home. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was almost dark,
and Nora, the woman who owned the house and lived on the upper level, had left
the porch light on. I smiled at the kind gesture, though the entrance to my
apartment was at the back of the house, so the light from the porch provided
almost no illumination once I reached my door.

 

 

Nora was middle-aged and recently
divorced, so when she wasn't working, she was usually out with