Hallowicked The night before A place where anything can happen A fist full of fuck ups And a show full of freaks This is a raging party you can't beat Change into your costume Paint up your face with that plastic goo On hallowicked anything becomes true Halls... Halls... Crowded... Empty... I'm running behind. My feet carry me through the empty hallways of Van Buten College. I'm wearing a button up shirt over an under shirt, slacks, and my favorite par of black boots; though my boots are tattered and old. The halls are dimly light and there are no sighns of anyone, no people, no footsteps, no shadows. I've got my costume in my bag, nothing special, this year I'm dressing as a scarecrow. There's a restroom, I can change in there. I duck into the bathroom, a unisex one, it's dimly light like the rest of the school. It's a relatively large room, maybe 30 by 30 feet, there are urinals against the left wall, and stalls against the right, between them are sinks with mirror. A few feet away from the sink, near the center of the room, there are a few long thin benches along the length of the room. I lay my bag on one of the benches, and sit down beside it, I start untying my boots, getting ready to change for the party. I pull my boots off and lay them down under the bench. As I do this someone pops their head in, looks around, and withdraws, "Hey!" I shout to the person, "Don't worry, I'm the only one in here, plus it's a unisex bathroom." The person sticks their head in again, and finally walks through the door. She's short, and pretty cute. She has cute little blue eyes, magnified by her small black-framed glasses, and long curly hair; blonde. "Hi." she says in a way of comfort, she's apparently not shy. She looks about 5'1'' or 5'2'', but she's not thin, though shes not fat, she loks somewhere in between. She look like she's got a perfect little body under her green striped t-shirt and faded jeans. "How's it goin'?" I ask casually, tucking the shoelaces into my boots before I slide them under the bench, "Could you remind me I put those under there?" I ask motioning toward the boots, "I'd like not to forget them." She smiles and nods before sitting a little green bag on the bench next to the one I'm sitting on. She sits down beside her bag and starts taking off her shoes, similarly to me. I start taking my watch off just before she does the same, "So what are you dressing as?" I ask, tryng to start up a little conversation, I feel the need to break the silence, it's a bit annoying. She looks at me and smiles, she has a cute smile, she has pouty lips that thin at the edges, and when she smiles the edges curve up into a cute little grin. "Well..." she says looking at her bag, "I'm dressing as a witch." "Like what kind?" I ask, not looking up. "Like a good witch." she says, looking at me with her little grin. "Like... The Wizard of Oz?" I ask, now looking up. "Yea, similar to Glenda." "Well, thats a coincidence," I say, finally returning her smile, "I'm dressing like the scarecrow..." I pause for a second, thinking about what I just said, "I know it's not very original, but I liked the idea." "Well, if it works for you, go for it." she continues to smile as stands up. I do the same, but she starts to pull off her socks, I turn around and reach into my bag, finding my costume shirt. I find it, a tattered shirt with bits of straw sticking out, a button up shirt over an under shirt. She steps around the bench and steps up to the sink, washing her hands, and checking her hair a little bit. I slide the shirt off around my arms and lying it on the bench. She turns and comes back to the bench, apparently her hair was satisfactory. But instead of sitting on the bench with her cloths she sits down on the same bench as me, though on other side of my bag. I am a little excited, but I don't say anything, I just keep undressing. I keep standing while I pull my undershirt off over my head, messing my hair up a little bit. After I take off my shirt I can see her looking at me through the corner of my eye, "So, what's your name?" I ask, turning to her, my shirt still off, "I haven't seen you around here before." She takes her gaze from my torso and pull sit to my face, "My name is Bethany, I've been around, I guess you haven't been looking hard enough." She smiles, finally standing up. "I guess not." I say, looking around for my scarecrow shirt. "My name is Benjamin." I state, meeting her eyes with a smile Bethany looks around for a second, then proceeds to pull her shirt off. She has a flat little stomach, and nice perky breasts, they look a little large, but are held back by her little green bra. I have to sit down. After admiring her nice little body I got a little too "excited", I've got an 8 1/2 inch erection protruding from my pants, and since I'm not wearing any underwear there is nothing to hide it or restrain it. She looks over at me when I abruptly sit down, "Is everything alright?" she asks, looking a little concerned. "Yea," I tell her setting my hands on my stomach, "I've got a little stomach cramps." She smiles and sits down beside me, pushing my bag to the side. She pushes her hip against me, and looks me over once or twice. Her eyes land on my groin the third time over and she smiles. I feel my face getting hot, and my neck is warm, I know that I'm blushing. "What..." my voice cracks a bit, "What's wrong?" I ask, coughing to straighten my voice. I look down at my groin and see that my erection is clearly visble through my flimsy slacks, my cock is pointing straight out, and even I have to admire how big it is. He smiles wider and leans against me, pressing her breasts on my arms, and this just makes matters worse. I can feel my cock throbbing. "It's just a boner..." she says smiling, running her hand up and down the length of the shaft. She rests her hand on the head and rubs is quickly, but soft, with her palm. look down at her strangely before returning her curly little grin. Her other hand slides down to my groin aswell, but starts to unzip my slacks, quickly at first, but once the zipper is undone she slowly reaches inside. My cock throbs even harder when I feel her little hand wrap around it, though not totally around it, her fingers dont touch. I unbutton my pants and he lets my cock slide out; long, hard, and thick with veins. "What kinda good witch are you?" I ask, looking her over, head to toe. "The bad kind..." she says as she slides off the bench, kneeling infront of me. She starts working me over, running her hand up and down my cock, leaning down and smacking the head against her lips. She smiles her wicked little smile, and I can't help but smile back. I press my palms against the bench and lay back as she sticks out her little tongue, which she runs up and down, round and side to side on my cock. She laps at my balls before taking a bit of my cock in her little mouth. Of course she can't take the full heft of my cock, her mouth seems a bit to small; but it's still very wet, soft, and warm. She's holding nothing back, shes licking up and down my shaft, cupping my balls, and even playing around with my ass. She's developed a trifecta from paradise. She's tickling all my fancies at once so it doesn't take long for me to reach my climax, "I'm... c-coming..." I manag to grunt just before cumming. She holds my cock by the bottom of the shaft, and pulls it out of her mouth just before I cum, letting my cum rise in jets, coming to rest on her black-framed glasses. I pant to catch my breath as she takes her glasses of and lay them on the bench, near her bag. She reaches up from her kneel and puts both her hands on my chest, pushing me back, easing me into a laying position. I'm laying back while she gets to her feet, smiling all the while. I bring my head up a bit, just to look over my chest, i see her reaching behind her back, undoing her bra no doubt. After a small click or two she brings her arms back around and the straps of her bra slide off around her shoulders. Slowly she reaches up and grabs the bra with her forefnger and thumb, and slowly pulls the bra away, unveiling her beautiful little breasts; perky and firm, with perfect little nipples. Her gazed raises up from her bra, which she lays down on her bag, and falls back upon me; my face, my body, my eyes. She slowly unzips her jeans, not taking her eyes off me all the while, a bit of a strip tease. She lets them slide down her thighs, past her knees, and to her ankles. She steps out of them and I notice her cute little cotton panties, light-green and tight on her rear; very nice. The jeans, tight on her butt and thighs, we now off and she had a nice set of round hips and a full little butt, this complimented her rosey cheeks and curvy smile. Her gaze fell upon me once more as she stepped toward me, her little grin splitting open to show her pearly teeth, all straight and in perfect proportion. She bent low, peeling the panties off, then stepping closer to me, she strattles me, sitting on my stomach. I smile up at her, placing both my hands on either side of her abdomen, just above her hips. She returns the smiles down on me, running her finger tips over my chest, giving me chills up and down my spine. She teases me no longer, she leans down and lets her feathery soft lips touch my, wetting my mouth thoroughly. She leans up, and brings her head back down. I open my mouth to meet her, letting her tongue slide in and out of my watering mouth, sliding my tongue into hers, playing with her tongue back and fourth. I lean back and run my tongue along the bottom of her slightly upturned nose, taking my turn to tease this time. She smiles as the string of saliva leading from my tongue to the tip of her nose breaks, and I smile back. She gives a little giggle.