The doorbell rings turned to fists slamming. I sighed, figuring it was it was UPS delivering some music I had ordered online. I stretched and slipped into a robe and headed to the door, swung it open.

There she was, in the same flattering outfit I had described before, long stockings. Her hair covered one eye as she smiled from beneath it. "Halloween's over, who are you supposed to be, The Flock of Seagulls?" She let herself in, nudging me aside before heading to a nearby couch. She was already seated when I let my cynical tongue go, "Oh, please, make yourself at home." She just smirked and started watching T.V. I shook my head and started to head back to my room, she wasn't going to leave. Just as I was about to depart I watched as she took off her boot, something fell out of it, she held it in her mouth while removing her other boot, some odd packaging. I got a closer look... It was a condom!

"Ash, I hope you aren't planning on bringing someone over here, we just had the rugs cleaned." As I said this I traced her outline again with my eyes, paying particular attention to her slightly parted legs, she caught me again. "Listen, why don't we just make this easy, are you going to let me secure this or not?" I nearly jumped; my swollen buddy sure as hell was ready to. "Uh, yeah sure." What else was I to say? Sure it wasn't the smoothest or smug thing to come out of someone's mouth, but at least it was real. She got up and brushed past me, swaying her hips into my crotch, I rolled my eyes. I felt gritty, not so much dirty. I had just woken up, didn't shave, and had bags under my eyes, she obviously didn't mind. I watched her ass peak from below her skirt before being surprised to see make a turn into my bathroom.

"Know these places well?" I asked with a bit of sharpness to my tone. She laughed, "No, it's just been my fantasy to be fucked in a household bathroom, just make sure you use some 409 afterwards." I gulped, trying to stay cool, but it was just then I realized something. In the heat of anticipation, I must have forgotten how self conscious I was about my size. I don't know why it came over me all of a sudden. Maybe it was because I was I was about to make it with a girl who would belittle my size with the girls for years to come, that or the bland smelling potpourri that graced fused with the linoleum to give the place a clean, yet gritty atmosphere.

Her teeth gracefully tore opened the wrapper and she daintily tossed the cellophane into the nearby refuse. She motioned for me to step forward, placing her hands on my hips, I grit my teeth, closing my eyes as I felt her nails scrawl across my abdomen, opening my robe. I waited for it, I knew I would hear it, and then it came. A soft, audible, and violent giggle.

I winced, and pulled back, tucking my robe around me, she laughed some more, lunging at me, knocking me off my feet and back into the empty bathtub. I fought with her for a few seconds, before she flung open my robe again, still laughing. I felt humiliated, and then I felt her palm, running up and down my “length.” “Aw, it’s cute, why are you so upset?” I remained silent and I let her work me, my head throbbed towards her hands life lines, my eyes were still closed, until I felt her lips. Her tongue circled the mushroom shaped head expertly, my eyes widened as I watched her visible eye grin. She worked it like she would a lolly-pop, totally at ease, I loved it. She pulled away then, tossing the condom to the garbage as well. “I know what this would be perfect for,” she cooed, taking last licks. I watched as she took off her top, making a makeshift bed for her chest, protection against the cold floor, she leaned back, exposing her puckered asshole to me. Suddenly, I knew what she was getting at.