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Authors name: Roke (address defunct)
Story title : For Life
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For Life (MF, rom, affair)
by Roke (address defunct)
***
Eric looked at his wet face in the mirror, and let out a
soft growl as he squirted the shaving gel into his hand
and began spreading it across his face. He rubbed the
gel in a circular motion to create a thick lather across
his square jaw, between his lip and his straight
aquiline nose, and on up his cheeks, stopping just below
his blue-grey eyes.
Those eyes are what people always noticed first about
him. Eric was one of those people that seem to be able
to gaze right into the depths of your soul. Right now,
looking in the mirror, he was trying to look into his
own soul.
He picked up his razor and began carefully removing the
whiskers from his face, for the second time that day.
Too close, he kept telling himself. Only a day away. Too
much of a risk. But Shelly had told him Halloween was
her favorite holiday, and so he had given in. He just
hoped he made it through the night without regretting
it.
Eric finished removing the heavy five o'clock shadow
from under his chin, always heavier at this time of
month, then took a handful of water from the basin and
rinsed the last remnants of the lather away. He poured a
bit of the aftershave Shelly had given him for his last
birthday, two months before, into the palm of his hand
and slapped it on his face, wincing slightly at the
sting.
They had met at a Fourth of July picnic, and had hit it
off famously. It was one of the few successful mutual-
friend set-ups Eric had ever heard of. He smiled
ruefully at himself in the mirror as he massaged mousse
into his thick black hair, remembering that July 4th had
been the day before the full moon.
It had not been a problem, then. He'd just met Shelly.
The feelings he had now hadn't yet started to form. By
the time he took her out on their first official date
the following Saturday, everything in his life had been
back under control.
Eric picked up the comb and used it to part his hair,
then grabbed his brush and brushed it into place. He
wore it short and professional looking. The last thing
he did before leaving the bathroom was to take the
scissors from the medicine cabinet and trim a few wild
hairs from his dark eyebrows. Another drawback to this
time of month.
Walking into his bedroom, he removed the bathrobe and
stood in front of the full-length mirror, checking
himself over thoroughly. 6 foot 4 inches, 225 pounds.
Eric worked out three times a week, so there was no fat
to be found. He had been very careful to maintain a
well-toned V-shape without crossing the "over-bulk" line
of too many weight-lifter types.
His body was covered with dark hair, starting just below
his collar bone and covering his chest in what he always
thought of as a mushroom cloud pattern, narrowing along
his abs and then growing thick and full once more at his
groin. He turned to check his back, then, satisfied that
he was no more hairy than he had been the day before,
walked to the closet.
Hanging there was the Zorro costume Shelly had persuaded
him to buy. He took down the black leather pants and
slipped into them, leaving the fly unbuttoned as he put
on the black silk shirt that went with it. Eric tucked
the shirt into the pants, then buttoned up the fly. He
threaded his belt through the loops on the leather
pants, then took the silk sash and tied it around his
waist, effectively hiding the belt. Shelly had been very
specific about that...belts weren't worn in Zorro's day.
Eric sat on the edge of the bed and tugged on his shiny
black leather boots. At least these I'll be able to get
some future use out of, he thought to himself. He
couldn't imagine wearing the leather pants or the silk
shirt much in the future. But it had been Shelly's
wish...and Eric had fallen in love with her. He knew
exactly when he had fallen in love with her, too. August
14th...his 25th birthday. They had gone out to dinner to
celebrate, and she had given him the bottle of after-
shave. When they got back to her place after dinner, she
had another present for him.
Shelly went into the bedroom, and came back out dressed
in a virtually transparent green baby-doll nightgown.
The color of the lingerie set off her golden hair and
emerald eyes. She had smiled at him, taken him by the
hand, and led him to the bedroom. That night, for the
first time, they made love.
Standing at the edge of the bed, Eric had taken her in
his arms and kissed her deeply, easing the nightgown off
her shoulders and letting it drop down her 6 foot 1 inch
Amazon frame to puddle on the floor at her feet. His
right hand had cupped her breast, fingers finding the
ring through her nipple and tugging teasingly at it, as
her fingers unbuttoned his shirt. He broke from the kiss
and took a step back, releasing her breast as she eased
the shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop down his
arms.
Shelly kneeled before him, looking up into his eyes, as
her hands began unbuckling his belt. She pulled it free
of the loops in his slacks, then unbuttoned the khaki
fabric and slowly, teasingly eased down the zipper. The
swollen head of his cock sprung forth from the fly of
his boxer shorts.
Shelly smiled wickedly and leaned forward. Eric felt a
shudder shoot through him as he felt her warm breath on
his throbbing shaft, then groaned as her lips closed
around the head, sucking softly at it like a lollipop.
He reached out and stroked his fingers through her
flaxen curls, guiding her head.
The shrilling of the phone snapped Eric out of his
reverie. He reached over to grab it from the nightstand
and groaned as his erection wedged between his body and
the tight leather pants.
"Hello?" He rasped into the phone.
"Happy Halloween, sexy!" Shelly shouted into the phone.
"Did I catch you at a bad time?"
"Ermmm... no... I was just... ummm... never mind. What
time is it?" He asked.
"It's 7:15, which means you have 15 minutes before you
need to pick me up. Can you stop and get a bottle of
Bacardi on the way?"
"Bacardi? Sure... need anything else?" Eric asked. Eric
could almost hear Shelly smiling evilly on the other end
of the phone line.
"Oh, I definitely need something else, big boy. But it
can wait until later."
Eric grinned.
"Let me get my hat, mask and sword, and I'm on my way."
He told her.
"Hurry up, stud. Oh, and one more thing."
"Yes?"
"I love you." She said, and hung up.
Eric smiled and returned the phone to its cradle, then
stood and walked over to the mirror again. He tied the
mask around his head and put on the hat, cocking it at a
jaunty angle. He smiled at his reflection...a smile
which slowly withered as his eyes caught sight of the
moon-phase window on his watch, sitting atop the
dresser.
"A day away." He muttered to himself as he walked to the
living room and took the theatrical sword from its place
in the coat closet and buckled the leather sword-belt
around his waist. "I must be out of my fucking mind."
He grabbed the cape Shelly had made for him out of the
closet and tied it around his neck, then slipped his
money-clip, his driver's license, and his keys into the
hidden pocket inside. Eric locked the front door of his
apartment behind him and walked to his car parked at the
street, waving to his laughing neighbor as he slid
behind the wheel.
Eric stopped at a liquor store and picked up a bottle of
Bacardi, then proceeded to Shelly's house. He pulled up
in front of the three-bedroom ranch she shared with two
roommates and honked the horn. The clock on the dash
read 7:40.
Shelly came out of the house dressed in the silks of an
Arabian slave-girl. She slid into the passenger seat and
grinned at him.
"You're late." She teased, sticking out her tongue.
"You're the one that wanted me to stop for booze." He
countered.
"And I love you, too."
Shelly leaned across the gearshift and kissed him, then
sat back and strapped the shoulder belt on. Eric put the
car in gear and got onto the highway.
Some friends of Shelly's owned a farm about 20 miles
outside the city, and had agreed to host the Halloween
party this year. As Eric pulled up in front of it, he
was impressed with the job they had done decorating the
place for the occasion.
What was normally the pleasant home of a gentleman
farmer and his wife had been transformed into a setting
worthy of any horror film. Thick cobwebs hung from the
porch and eaves. Windows had been boarded up. An ominous
looking scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head sat
in a rocking chair on the porch. Shelly and Eric walked
up the steps, and knocked on the door. As they knocked,
they noticed a red pentagram painted on the door.
"That's a nice touch." Shelly commented. "But Dick and
Teresa are going to have to repaint their door now to
get rid of it."
Eric's nostrils flared, and he felt a familiar, but
unwelcome, stirring deep within.
"Blood." He said. "Chicken, I think."
Shelly looked at him curiously, and appeared to be ready
to say something, when the door creaked open and
revealed Dick and Teresa, dressed as Herman and Lily
Munster.
"Welcome to our home." Said Teresa. "Enter of your own
free will."
Eric grinned at that line, recognizing it from Dracula.
He took Shelly by the arm and guided her over the
threshold, handing the bottle of Bacardi to Dick. They
walked into the huge living room and saw that the
decorations had continued in here, with cobwebs and
ghosts apparent everywhere. Flickering candles and jack-
o-lantern's provided the only illumination. About two
dozen other guests, in various costumes, milled around
the large empty room. Music pulsed from a stereo in the
dining room, and some of the guests were dancing.
Eric noticed something else, as well. More pentagrams
and mystic symbols had been painted on the walls of the
living room. The smell of blood filled his nostrils, and
he momentarily panicked, feeling his control being to
falter. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Something wrong, handsome?" Shelly asked, laying her
hand on his arm in concern.
Eric opened his eyes and tried to smile. Shelly could
almost swear his teeth looked sharper in the
candlelight. "Are the..." he began, his voice gruff. He
cleared his throat and began again.
"Are these symbols painted on the walls in blood?" He
asked Dick.
"Yep...chicken blood." Dick answered proudly. "Teresa
convinced me since we were moving all the furniture out
of the living room to have room for the guests anyway,
we might as well repaint. Then she convinced me that
some pagan symbols painted in blood on the walls would
add to the atmosphere, so this afternoon I went out and
grabbed three fat fryers out of the yard."
"Don't worry." Teresa piped up. "We froze the chickens
after we were done, and will have them for dinner later.
It just seemed to be a fun thing to do to get into the
spirit of the holiday." Dick handed Eric a 7&7, giving
him a slightly suspicious look.
"You're not one of these animal rights activists are
you, Eric? The no fur, no meat crowd?"
Eric grinned, then shut his mouth suddenly as the tip of
his tongue grazed the side of his right canine tooth,
which had become longer and sharper suddenly.
"No...not at all." He assured Dick. "I eat meat all the
time...and I've even been known to wear fur on
occasion."
"Good to hear." Dick said, clapping him on the back.
Dick moved off to mingle with other guests, and Shelly
walked back up to Eric. She looked at him strangely,
then took his masked face between her hands and turned
him so she could gaze directly into his eyes.
"Are you feeling okay, baby?" She asked. She used her
hand to wipe away a droplet of perspiration that had
formed on his upper lip. Eric caught a whiff of her
scent as she stroked her finger under his nose, and
flinched.
"I'm just a little warm." He told her. "Maybe I should
go out and get some air."
"I'll go with you." She said. He started to protest, and
she placed her finger to his lips. "Hush. I'm going with
you."
Eric sighed and nodded to her, taking her hand and
threading their way through the crowd to the front door.
Shelly left him standing there for a moment, and he
continued leaving before she returned. He was still
debating that action when she walked back up to him,
grinning, with the bottle of Bacardi and a 2 liter
bottle of Coke in her hand.
Eric gave her a weak smile and took the bottle of soda.
He would have preferred to be alone, but figured once he
got out of the room, and away from the blood, he'd be
fine. And maybe having Shelly there would give him added
strength.
He yanked open the door, holding his nose to keep from
breathing in the smell of the blood on it, and stumbled
down the front steps, dragging Shelly along behind him.
He walked a few shaky steps out into the yard, then
leaned over, placing his hands on his knees, and took in
several deep breaths of the crisp October air. The moon,
almost full, had darted behind a cloud, but he could
still feel it. After a moment he straightened back up
and looked at Shelly.
"Cold?" He asked, hoping she'd say yes so he could send
her back inside.
Shelly walked up and pressed herself against him,
wrapping her arms around his neck, and kissed him. He
concentrated on the feel of the kiss, ignoring the scent
of her close to him, feeling the beast begin to subside
within him now that he was away from the blood. Then she
untied the cape from around his neck and placed it
around herself, wrapping herself in it.
"I'm fine now." She told him, smiling. She started to
walk towards a stand of trees to the left of the house,
putting an exaggerated sway in her hips. After a moment,
she looked back over her shoulder at him and winked.
"Coming?" She asked.
Eric sighed and walked after her. Shelly grabbed his
hand when he caught up to her and once again headed for
the stand of trees.
"Where are we going?" He asked.
"We're going to take a moonlight walk in the woods." She
informed him. "IF the moon comes out from behind that
cloud, that is."
"Are you sure that's such a good idea?" Eric asked her,
allowing her to pull him along behind her towards the
trees. "There could be animals."
Shelly giggled. As the moon came out from behind the
cloud, he could see that she was guiding him towards a
trail. Shelly stopped and took the cap off the bottle of
rum, swallowing a long swig of it, then took the bottle
of Coke from him and took another swig as a chaser. She
offered the rum to Eric, but he just shook his head.
Shelly pointed down the path.
"Teresa and I used to play here when we were kids. When
I'd spend the night, we'd sleep out in a little
playhouse her father built in a clearing just a little
ways in. The only animals we're liable to encounter are
drunken teenagers! I'm sure you can protect me from
them, can't you, my big strong handsome Zorro?"
"But who's going to protect you from me?" Eric mumbled
to himself. Shelly kept walking, not seeming to hear
him, pulling him along by the hand. She stopped a couple
of times to take another mouthful of rum with a cola
chaser. After about ten minutes, they came to a
clearing.
The moon filtering through the trees revealed a
playhouse, once painted in a gingerbread pattern. The
paint had long since faded, leaving the playhouse
looking less like a little girls secret hiding place and
more like a hermits shack. He heard Shelly sigh.
"It's a shame Dick and Teresa don't have kids. They've
really let this play get run-down."
Shelly turned the doorknob and giggled when it came off
in her hand. She reached into the hole left and grabbed
the doorframe, yanking it open. Then she turned to Eric.
"Do me a favor, lover?" She asked, raising a perfectly
sculpted blonde eyebrow inquisitively. Eric noticed she
was swaying just slightly from the rum she'd been
drinking.
"Anything for you, beautiful." Eric answered with a
grin. He was feeling completely in control again since
getting away from the blood. As long as he kept
reminding himself that the moon wasn't full for another
day he'd be fine.
Shelly moved close to him again, tilting her head up and
kissing him softly on the lips.
"Carry me over the threshold. Be my handsome prince
carrying me back to our castle."
Eric smiled and took her into his arms. He bent at the
waist, sliding his left arm down under her knees, and
lifted her into his embrace. At the same time her arms
went around his neck, holding him, pulling his head down
into a deep kiss. He cradled her to him and stepped
across the threshold of the playhouse.
Inside, the playhouse was divided into two rooms. The
main room held an old cardboard table with a plastic tea
set, covered in dust and cobwebs, still set out, and the
rusted remains of a child's toy oven. Eric carried
Shelly through the open doorway into the second room,
where the skeletal remains of a bunk bed still stood. He
set her down in the middle of the room.
"Looks like the mattresses are gone." Shelly said,
untying the black Zorro cape from around her neck and
spreading it out on the floor. "We'll just have to make
do."
Eric watched as Shelly slowly, sensuously began removing
the silk and velvet slave-girl costume. First she pulled
off the diaphanous green silk blouse, pulling her arms
from the puffy sleeves, and draped it over the bed
frame. Then she reached behind her and unhooked the
green velvet bra, letting her magnificent breasts spill
free. The gold rings through her nipples glinted in the
moonlight filtering in through the windows.
Shelly kicked off her slippers and eased the green silk
harem pants over her waist, then down her long, smooth,
perfectly shaped legs. Then she stood up, and locked her
emerald eyes on his as she slowly removed the green
velvet thong. She lifted her left leg, stepping out of
the thong, then let it slide down around her right
ankle. She kicked her foot, sending the thong flying
towards him. He caught it and raised it to his nose,
smelling her scent.
She took a step to him and reached up, removing the hat
from his head, and tossed it onto the frame of the bed.
Then she untied the knot at the back of his head, and
pulled off his mask.
She raised up on her toes and softly kissed him as her
hands began unbuttoning the black silk shirt, revealing
the dark hair on his chest. He kissed her way down over
his chin, down the front of his neck, and began kissing
and licking a trail down the center of his chest as she
sank slowly to her knees.
Kneeling before him, Shelly untied the sash around his
waist and began working on the buckle of his belt and
the buttons of his leather pants as Eric let the shirt
slip down his arms and tossed it to the bed frame.
Shelly unbuttoned the fly of his pants and spread it
open in a wide V, letting the swollen eight-inches of
his cock burst out into the cool night air. She leaned
forward and teasingly placed a kiss on the engorged
purple head, then rocked back, sitting on her heels.
"Lift your left foot, stud." She told him. Eric
complied, and Shelly pulled the boot and sock from it,
then set it back down on the tiled floor. Then he lifted
his right foot and she removed that boot and sock as
well.
As Eric stood barefoot before her, she reached up and
grabbed the waistband of his leather pants, yanking them
down his long legs. Eric stepped out of them and she
cast them to the side, then lay back on the cape she had
spread out.
"See anything you like, handsome?" She asked teasingly.
Grinning, Eric sank to his knees on the edge of the
cape. He slid his hands under her thighs, spreading them
in the process, and lifted her knees. Then he lowered
his head, breathing in the perfume of her arousal,
seeing the moonlight reflecting teasingly off the
moisture flowing from her and the gold ring piercing her
clit.
He extended his tongue and began flicking at the ring,
teasing her, then sucked her clit into his mouth. He
grazed her throbbing button with his teeth as he sucked
at it, laving it with his tongue. Shelly writhed on the
floor beneath him, her hand reaching out to stroke
through his thick black hair.
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