Chapter 1
She wasn't going to cry; at sixteen, Enid had endured enough of her sister's hot and cold streaks to take them in stride. Well, at least to not cry.
She flopped on her bed, next to where her Halloween costume was laid out. Eloise had helped her put it together - told her where to buy the pieces. She had said it would be fun for them to wear the same costume. But that was a week ago.
Enid pulled out her phone and sent a text to her friend Conner.
They had finished dinner and the girls' mom had disappeared out back, taking some sort of emergency phone call from work. Each girl had gone to her room to change for the evening. Now, Enid waited. Her mom's boyfriend, Mick, knew that he was supposed to drive her to Conner's house, but for some reason, he was just sitting on the living room couch screwing around on his phone.
Eloise descended the staircase, her costume identical to Enid's. She was a cowgirl bandit: she had a red flannel shirt tied in a knot above her belly button, a suede fringe tiered miniskirt, cowboy boots, a cowboy hat, and a red bandana covering her face. Her buttery blonde hair fell down from behind her hat in pigtails.
Mick took a long look at her and sighed. "Seriously, El? Go put on a fucking bra." Mick had been living with them for a year, so in theory, he had a measure of parental authority. But that was always tenuous where Eloise was concerned, and he never pushed it.
She shrugged apologetically. "No can do, Dad," she said sweetly, "I've got to stay in character. All of my research indicates that Old West Slutty Outlaws never wore bras." She pivoted just enough to make her skirt rustle. "Or panties." She winked at him, stuffed her phone in her purse, and went out the front door. He sighed again.
Enid thought about her sister's behavior. Of course, Enid could never... But, what if she did? It was Halloween, after all. It's not like anyone would notice: a bunch of seven-year-olds begging for candy wouldn't care, and Conner clearly thought nothing of the lesser sister's body. It would be a private sexy secret.
"I'll be right back," she told Mick and dashed upstairs to her bedroom. She reemerged a moment later looking the same but feeling empowered. The bra and panties she had been wearing were sitting on the floor next to her bed. For good measure, she had done her hair in pigtails too, although whether out of tribute or defiance she couldn't say. OMG, this skirt is short! She thought to herself.
Mick didn't bother to look up from his phone. "So what's the deal with this guy you're meeting up with?" He asked. "Is he your boyfriend?"
"No," she said, rolling her eyes dismissively. "We're just friends. He's dressing up like a bandit too - we're going to pretend to rob the kids who come to the door before giving them candy."
Enid waited. "So, um, whenever you're ready."
Mick grunted an acknowledgment, still messing with his phone.
Enid shifted from foot to foot impatiently. "I'll just be waiting outside," she said finally and headed out the door.
Enid walked up beside Eloise who was waiting on the sidewalk.
"So what's Kyle's costume?" She asked. Eloise ignored her.
"What are you guys going to do tonight?" She tried again.
Eloise turned, looking first annoyed and then spiteful. "I don't know - what do you think we should do?" She obviously didn't want an answer. "Should I fuck him? Should I ride his cock until I come? Should I slobber on it to get it good and wet and then let him do me in the ass, pounding me mercilessly until he finishes? Is that what you would do with my boyfriend?"
Enid was speechless. Of course, Eloise had always known about her crush on Kyle. That went back to way before they started dating: to a handful of times when he had babysat her years ago. But Eloise had never said anything about it. She'd never been mean about it before.
Eloise wasn't finished. "You're so pathetic!" She looked Enid over, and then took hold of one of her pigtails, examining it briefly before letting it fall. "You're not me! You're not even a shadow of me!"
Just then a black cat darted out from behind a bush for reasons that only a cat could fathom. It scampered in front of Eloise, startling her, and then behind Enid, brushing both girls' legs as it passed.
The buckle on one end of Eloise's purse gave out; the purse fell to the ground. "Fuck," the elder sister said, picking up the zippered bag. She groaned and walked briskly back into the house.
Enid was kneeling on the sidewalk trying to coax the cat back from behind a tree when a black Tesla snuck up on her. "Looking good, cowgirl! Hop in!" Came Kyle's voice.
She stood up and faced the car. She could barely see his face through the open passenger window. She looked around for her sister, but she was alone.
"Me?" She asked, puzzled, pointing to herself.
He chuckled. "Yes, you! Come on! It promises to be a night full of surprises!"
She chewed on her words before spitting them out. "You know who I am, right?"
Kyle got out of the car and walked around to her side. He was dressed like an 18th-century nobleman, with a white powdered wig, a ridiculously frilly white shirt, and strangely-buttoned red pants tucked into riding boots. In a competent English accent, he said, "Sink me, of course I know who you are!" He looked into her eyes and touched her face. Two of his fingers moved across the bandana hiding her mouth, but two of them touched her cheek, making her heart skip a beat.
He looked her up and down. Still in character, he told her: "These are troubling times. Across the channel, Madame la Guillotine never sleeps." He took her hand. "But you have my word of honor: you will know no persecution while I am your escort." He kissed her hand, and while she did keep her balance, for the first time in her life she understood what swooning was about.
He opened the car door for her. "Come on - get in."
Too stunned to think of any alternative, she got in.
What is going on? She wondered. Apart from one inch of height and two cup sizes, she and her sister did look much alike. But Kyle and Eloise had been dating for nearly a year; he couldn't have possibly looked into her eyes and mistaken her for his girlfriend, could he?
At the stop light, he put his hand on her knee.
It's a prank, she decided. Eloise arranged for Kyle to tease me to punish me for liking him. He squeezed her knee and then moved his hand very slightly up her thigh before the light turned green and his hand returned to the steering wheel.
At the next light, he leaned over and kissed her neck. His hand - his left one this time - actually went under her skirt, wedging itself between her thighs.
Not a prank! She screamed to herself. Outwardly, she was frozen. But if it wasn't a prank, and wasn't a mistake, then what? Was it possible this was a gift? Was Eloise's hostility today a ruse? Had she told Kyle, Enid's crush, to... what? Take her to a party, give her a beer, and give her a kiss? Let her see what college life had in store for her? Did her sister, on her good days, actually love her that much?
Her phone - it would have the answers. Most likely it was full of texts from Eloise, or Conner, or Mick. She could turn on the camera, too, to look at herself: to see if she really could have been mistaken for her sister. She just started to pull her phone from her boot when Kyle took it away from her. "Nuh-uh - no distractions tonight." He turned it to silent and stowed it in the glove box.
Enid had spent the rest of the drive just staring in silence at her companion. His hair, under the wig, was black and normally sort of spiky. His eyes were blue, just like hers and her sister's. His nose had a sort of angular bend to it that looked distinguished. Somewhere in some class, she remembered, she had been taught that a nose like that was considered a mark of nobility. It was his shoulders that really did it for her, though - big and strong. He had carried her, for no particular reason, when she was a little girl years ago. She imagined being carried by him now. Would he mind if I touched his shoulders? She asked herself.
They parked on the street a block away from where the lights and music were coming from, and they began to walk hand-in-hand. This was near the college, she realized. There wouldn't be any kids trick-or-treating here. There were plenty of young adults in costumes loitering on the sidewalk among a never-ending line of empty cars.
Kyle glanced at her. "You're a bundle of nerves."
He seemed to expect an answer. "I don't know what to say," Enid answered.
"It's okay. I know how to take care of that."
Instead of going into the party house, he led her to the side: a place hidden by tall shrubbery. He pressed her against the wall, and his mouth approached hers.
The mask! He can't kiss me with the mask! She realized. She lifted her arms to remove it, but he stopped her. Instead of kissing her lips like she desperately wanted him to, he kissed her ear and nibbled on it. She could feel his breath on her neck. His hand touched her bare belly. She felt like her soul was shaking inside of her, violently trying to escape her flesh.
Then he reached under her skirt. He touched her between her legs. She wasn't wearing underwear! His hand stroked her, following the curve of her vulva, knowing exactly what to do.
He removed his hand. He locked eyes with her. "Damn! I can't believe how wet you are," he said with a rogue's smile. Slowly, he moved his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.
He's tasting my pussy! He's tasting me!
That only lasted a moment, though, because swiftly his hand was back under her skirt. But this time he wasn't content to rub her lips. This time his fingers went INSIDE her.
Oh my god! He's fucking me with his fingers!
That was the last thing she thought. Her thinking mind went away: in the span of a couple of seconds, he drove her mad with ecstasy. She didn't even connect that she had come until it had been over for a half-minute. "Orgasm" seemed a completely inadequate word for what he had just done to her.
Kyle was watching her eyes like he was waiting for her to wake up. He seemed to recognize when her consciousness returned because he smiled.
"Oh my god," Enid said. Kyle kept smiling. She glanced down: there was a bulge in his pants. "Can I touch it?" She asked.
"As you wish," he answered.
The courtly trousers had an odd arrangement of buttons, but underneath there were plain old Calvin Klein briefs like she had seen in Mick's laundry a hundred times. But then the front of those came down, and a penis came out. No, that's not a penis, that's a cock! She thought with a naughty smile. She wrapped her hand around it and it felt good. It was new, but something she had always known like it was part of her DNA. It felt good to squeeze it, and Kyle didn't complain. It felt good to tug it: to slide the skin back and forth over the hard core. She was hypnotized by the sensation and she pondered what it must feel like for him if it felt this good for her.
"Hey, hey. Enough for now. Save it for later, okay? Let's go get a drink."
After getting their clothes in order, they walked hand-in-hand into the party. Kyle's hand was sticky. With every pair of eyes that looked in her direction, Enid wondered, Can they tell? Can they tell that I just came?
Chapter 2
Enid watched the college people partying with awe-struck curiosity. They danced, drank, flirted, and made fools of themselves inside the crowded, oppressively-loud house. Some had normal costumes, like Kyle, while some were practically naked. It didn't seem to matter whether they were attractive or not.
Kyle had fetched her a drink: a brown liquid in a tall glass with lots of ice and a straw. He had called it some kind of iced tea, but it definitely wasn't iced tea. It tasted good, though, and it filled her body with a strange warmth that, she felt, somehow protected her from the blaring noise. The straw was convenient: it let her drink without removing her mask.
The mask, she had concluded, was important. None of the explanations she had come up with for why Kyle had taken her out made any sense: an honestly mistaken identity, a trap that had yet to be sprung, or some fabulous boon given by her sister. But if not any of those, what was left? Had she stumbled into some Freaky Friday situation? Was her mind inhabiting her sister's body? Or maybe it was still her body, but magic made everyone see her as her sister? Had the black cat done this to her? Had it been some witch's familiar, or a shape-changing trickster? Or maybe the wonderful things happening to her were just a symptom of Eloise's bad luck from the cat crossing her path? Eloise had been standing still, though. Do you need to be moving to have a path? Whatever was going on, though, the mask was the key to it all. As soon as she took it off, she knew, she would go back to being high school nobody Enid.
She shook her head. She was being silly. She stretched, arching her back and lifting her arms, and that was enough to let the music invade her. Her hips started moving to the beat, shaking the fringes of her skirt, and the rest of her body gradually joined in.
Hands appeared in front of her eyes. "Guess who, cowgirl!" She turned around. It was Sammie, Eloise's best friend until college had taken her away out of state.
"Sammie!" Enid cried, and hugged her sister's friend. She had always loved Sammie. They got along well even when Eloise hated her.
"Uh-uh!" Sammie chastised. She struck a pose showing off her blue 1960s Star Trek mini dress. "You will refer to me as Lieutenant!" She tilted her head at another woman dressed, as best Enid could guess, as a ninja. That is, she was wearing a leotard with a bandolier full of throwing stars, and one of those three-pronged martial arts daggers tucked in a sash around her waist. "This is Carmen, my roommate, but you can call her Sensai."
Sammie put her arm around Enid. "Come on - finish your drink! We've got to go!"
She looked at Kyle for guidance. He shrugged. "I told you it would be an evening of surprises!" While she slurped down the rest of her drink, he fixed his gaze on Sammie and added, "Make sure she stays sober enough to fuck, okay?"
He's teasing, right? Enid pondered hopefully. Is he really going to fuck me?
Enid piled into the Jeep with Sammie and Carmen and they drove through the college part of town. Even at night time, the place was so alive! Stores were open, and people were walking in costume down the sidewalks between them. Everywhere she looked seemed to pulse with fun.
As much as she was enjoying partying with the older girls, her conscience was nagging her. It wasn't exactly a lie, but, depending on what Kyle and now Sammie believed, she wasn't being truthful, either. It didn't seem possible that two of her sister's friends actually thought she was Eloise, but none of the other explanations made sense either. With equal parts curiosity and guilt, she decided to try to set things straight. "Um, you guys know who I am, right?"
"Well, she called you cowgirl," Carmen answered. "I figured that was because of your outfit, but hey, I don't know you! It could be the other thing." Both older girls were still laughing when the Jeep parked in front of a shop.
"Piercings?" Enid asked, reading the sign.
"That's right, cowgirl! We're going to put a couple more holes in you!"
"Well, I've already got two in each ear," she explained.
Sammie shook her head, running her tongue over her teeth devilishly. Her gaze settled on Enid's chest.
This IS a trap! Enid realized. This whole thing was planned so they could torture and disfigure me! They were all in on it! Even as she began to shake with fear and betrayal, she second-guessed herself. That moment with Kyle next to the party house when he fingered her hadn't felt like a deception. But what else...? It was the cat, right? The alcohol had muddled her mind. Damn it, why can't I think? I need to think!
Sammie must have seen her distress. She put her arm around her. "Trust me - you're going to love it," she said disarmingly. "I haven't regretted mine for a second." The older girl pulled the fabric of her dress tight over her breast, revealing the shape of a small metal ring. "And Kyle is going to absolutely flip! I didn't tell him what we had planned - just that it was a surprise."
"You think Kyle would like it?" She asked tentatively.
Carmen answered. "You know those cartoons where a guy turns into a wolf, his eyes pop out in heart shapes, and his tongue unrolls down to the ground? He's going to do that."
"For sure," Sammie added.
Enid's kidnappers gave her a moment to think about it. Eloise didn't already have pierced nipples - that had been clear to anyone who cared to look when she had descended the stairs in her costume. If this was a Freaky Friday body swap, then it was her sister's nipples that would end up pierced, which was what Sammie had planned from the beginning. Of course, she was the one who'd have to suffer the pain. But what if this was really her own body? Was she ready to make permanent modifications to it like that?
But Kyle would like it. They'd be like new toys to him. He might not have ever even had a girlfriend with pierced nipples. She liked the idea of offering Kyle something her sister couldn't. But then, would he even know it was her? Would he remember? What would he think if the girl he went to bed with tonight had piercings, but not tomorrow? Would it be some intimate secret between them, or would he freak out? What the hell was going on, anyway? That was assuming he actually took her to bed - which was silly, right? She tried to think her way through it - to solve the riddle - but her mind just wouldn't work right.
Kyle would like it. That was all she could come up with. Enid nodded and her sister's friends led her into the shop.
It did hurt, but only briefly. The technician installed a pair of cute little barbells at the tips of Enid's breasts. She instructed her on how to take care of herself during her recovery, but those words were too slippery for her clumsy mind. There was a pamphlet, too, though, so she absorbed a little on the drive back to the party. The big one was no touching by hand or mouth - for weeks or months. Bacteria mustn't be allowed near the piercings. Kyle wouldn't be able to touch her breasts.
Back at the party, the girls were met again by Kyle. "So? What was the big adventure all about?"
Enid looked to Sammie. "Should I tell him?"
"Let him sweat it for a while," she grinned.
"All right, then." He pointed to each of the women. "Long Island Iced Teas all around?" After a few nods, Kyle disappeared, reappearing soon after with his hands full of tall glasses full of ice and amber liquid.
As before, warmth spread through Enid while she sipped. And as before, the music seeped into her body and moved it on its own. It was a forgotten joy: as a child, her parents had been hard-pressed to stop her from dancing all the time. Since adolescence, though, only her stuffed animals had witnessed anything of the sort.
As she sipped more, the alcohol and the music combined inside her into a hazy warm cloud of rhythm. It was alive, and it wanted to move. She looked at Kyle hopefully. "Wanna dance?"
"I better not," he said. "My knee's still not at one hundred percent. You go ahead."
"I'm with you," Carmen told her. The older girl took her hand and led her to where the dancing was most active. They moved together - their own private bubble of space. Every once in a while a man or woman would skirt the bubble, expanding it and dancing with them for a time. Usually, they would move on after a few measures and some showy moves. The man in a mummy costume, though, had some sort of power over Carmen. They moved together scandalously closely. It quickly became apparent that Enid had lost her partner.
A very tall minotaur approached Enid. His face was covered, but his body language was clear: he was hungry for her. He made a show: dancing and strutting for her. Every move drew her attention to his magnificent abs. She couldn't help but smile, and that only made him fiercer.
He dropped to his hands and knees. Looking her in the eyes, he pointed to his back. Carmen was not so far gone that she couldn't spare a hand to give Enid a little shove. And so she climbed on the college man-bull's back. The crowd made space, and he began bucking and bouncing. She giggled while she rode him, acutely aware that her naked butt and thighs were touching his naked back.
Sammie's voice cut through the music: "Cowgirl just got her nipples pierced! What do you think about that?"
"Show us!" "Let's see 'em!" "Take it off!" Everybody seemed to be looking at her, smiling at her, cheering her on. More guys than she could count were gesturing at her, but even some of the girls were encouraging her. The crowd cheered and she almost lost her balance while she began work on her buttons. The minotaur stamped about with endless endurance and a knack for staying below her no matter how much she tipped. When enough buttons were unlocked, she popped her tits out and ripped off the gauze pads. There were whistles and cheers, and a few attempted gropes. The little shiny metal bits attached to her body sparkled magically. She had never imagined that she could be the center of so much attention.
Dizzy, she tapped on the minotaur's shoulder and he stopped and let her off. Once he was standing, she climbed on her tiptoes and kissed the side of his mask, which he seemed to find gratifying.
She scanned the room for Kyle, briefly worrying that he might be upset that she had ridden another man. But he was beaming. "I am so fucking hard for you," he told her once she had reached speaking distance. "Ready to get out of here?" He was serious. He was going to take her virginity.
Enid explained the no-touching rule from the piercing pamphlet during the short walk from the party house to Kyle's dormitory. "Yeah, but that's just the nipples, right?"
Inside his dorm room, he showed her how much that still left them. His hands slipped into her half-buttoned shirt and treated her to an intimacy she'd never felt before. He avoided her tender nipples, but the rest of her breasts were indulged by minutes of rubbing, pushing, gripping, and caressing. All the while, her fingers were working on the strange array of buttons of his pants. It was a slow task, but that suited them both.
Naked from the waist down, he moved like he meant to kiss her - to lift her mask and taste her lips. She wouldn't allow it. Superstitions weren't so stupid, she reflected, when you have no idea how you stumbled into your fantastic circumstances, and you're desperately afraid of falling out of them. If he sees my face it'll break the spell. Or at least he'll see who I really am. It was like the story of Orpheus and Eurydice, she decided: she could have her heart's desire as long as she obeyed one simple rule.
He laid her on the thin single dorm bed with her hips on the edge. He unbuttoned her shirt down to the knot at her belly and set his hands to her breasts again. He was kneeling between her legs. His hard torpedo darted about randomly at first until he began guiding it. It lined up and began closing distance on its target.
"Big!" She cried when he entered her. His left hand had been aiming his cock but his right had stayed on her breast. Her hands quickly topped his and squeezed it tightly. She spread her legs wide for him - a previously lewd gesture that now had the purest meaning - and she pulled very slightly on his hand encouragingly.
He slowly pushed in another inch. She groaned the whole while. He pushed a little more. "You're so big inside me!" She gasped.
"I'm actually pretty average," he told her.
She shook her head vigorously. "Not from here!" She gasped and moaned, smiling, while he sunk more of his rod into her virgin pussy, and finally began to rock his hips. "This is...," she said with wonder. "I love this! I love you! I want this forever!" He answered with a you-ain't-seen-nothing-yet wink.
Enid was practically crying at how good it felt. From the look on Kyle's face, he understood. He was there for her - with her - she knew. It wasn't about him getting off - or even her getting off. It was about the two of them together.
"You want to try being on top?" He asked. She nodded. They jumbled around on the tiny bed until he was flat on his back, and she had found her way back onto his cock.
"There's so much of you inside me!" She laughed as she sunk down. The fringes of her skirt swept back and forth across his stomach. It reminded her of the hanging brush contraption in a car wash tunnel. Her hat had been forgotten some time ago, but he handed it to her and she put it on, and then she settled into a ride.
It was a slow-steady fuck, rising and falling on his dick. She was doing it - sex - with a man! She had a penis inside her and she was doing everything right. She could tell. The intensity built up inside her, and then it began: every good feeling in the world pulsing through her body over and over, gradually winding down, until there was nothing but her thumping heart, her shallow breaths, and a profound feeling of love for the man she'd shared it with.
It didn't feel as good to be grinding on his dick anymore. It wasn't right anymore, somehow. She knew she had an obligation - of course, he would need to come too - but she wasn't sure what to do about it.
"Take a break?" He suggested.
He pulled her down and rolled so that they were face to face on their sides, and then he slid down and untied the knot in her shirt. His lips chewed on her boob-flesh. He kissed and slobbered and sucked. He teased her mercilessly, breathing hot breath on her nipples but never making contact. She wanted it so badly. When would she ever get this chance again? This impossible moment would never come again, but for right now, he was her boyfriend and she wanted his mouth on her nipple. She cradled his head while his mouth did everything else possible to her breasts, but he never touched her nipples.
At the same time, his hand was doing something to her knee. She didn't understand it, but it was powerful. He was, again, making her feel alien wonderful things. It almost scared her how much power he had over her. Maybe he was the magic one?
She squirmed. Her pussy felt eager again. "Wanna do it some more?" She offered.
This time, he bent her over the edge of the bed, removing her shirt and miniskirt. His hands slid over her tight buttcheeks. She remembered what Eloise had said earlier, about riding him until she came and then letting him pound her butthole. Was that what he expected, she wondered?
"Are you gonna do it in my butt?" She asked.
"I didn't think you'd be into that," he said as if sorry he was letting her down. "I don't have any lube."
"Oh, right," she said.
He pushed his cock into her pussy and began stroking. She felt stuffed full, again, and it was wonderful. He was going deeper, too, she realized. And he was so hard! He held her and thrust into her: faster than before. It felt different: fantastic, but without the sense that springs were coiling up inside of her. That wasn't true of Kyle, though. He began groaning, reaching toward something.
"I like your cock," Enid told him. She didn't know why. "It feels good inside me."
"Fuck yeah," was his reply.
The door opened. A college-age man and woman stopped when they saw Enid and Kyle locked in doggy-style, but then they proceeded inside, shut the door, and undressed. Soon they were doing reverse-cowgirl on the other bed muttering empty dirty talk, him with a Russian accent and hers from New Jersey.
The Jersey girl screeched and came, but didn't stop. Enid snuck a few peeks but she didn't want to be rude. Kyle wrapped his arms around her middle and lifted her. She was still halfway bent over, and her upper body flopped around from the vigorous motion, but from the waist down she was locked in his hold so that he could drive his cock into her as deeply as ever. There was so much cock! He moaned franticly, and it almost seemed like a countdown.
The metaphorical bomb exploded and Kyle gushed hot semen right up into her pussy. They hadn't talked about that. Depending on whose body this really was... Well, that could wait.
After undressing the rest of the way, Kyle joined Enid on the bed, and she fell asleep in his arms, despite the noise from the other couple four feet away.
Chapter 3
Enid woke up in the night. She was naked apart from the bandana covering her face. Her pussy was pleasantly sore and her nipples throbbed slightly. Her thighs were sticky. Kyle was asleep in bed next to her but the room was otherwise empty. She had to pee.
She put on her skirt and shirt and wandered the unfamiliar hall looking for a bathroom. There was only one, and there were urinals in it, so maybe girls weren't supposed to be in the building at all. There would be a ladies' room in the lobby, maybe, but she couldn't wait that long. There was nobody around, so she relieved herself in the stall.
She heard the door, and then a man peeing with a great sigh at the urinal on the other side of the stall wall. He must have been releasing a whole night of drinking because he seemed to go on forever.
She waited for a little while, thinking she'd come out when he went away, but his bladder seemed to have no limit. Tired of waiting, she left the stall, washed her hands, and examined herself in the mirror. She was definitely seeing her own reflection - with the hat missing it was easier to tell. But if there was really something supernatural going on then maybe she only looked like herself to herself. Who knows how that sort of thing works? It had to be something supernatural, though. Kyle had been so patient and attentive like he knew she was a virgin, so he must have known who she was, right? Unless... Was it possible that Eloise was still a virgin, and that this was supposed to be her first time? Had she stolen that precious moment from her sister?
The boy at the urinal finished and approached the counter at a respectful distance to wash his hands. He was brown-skinned, smooth, and fit. He seemed younger than most of the college boys she'd seen - probably a freshman. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of striped boxer shorts.
"You were at the party, huh?" He asked. "The one with the nipple bars?" He gestured to his chest as he said it.
"Yeah."
"You got a boyfriend, huh?"
She had to think about how to answer. For tonight, she decided, yes, she had a boyfriend. "Yeah, pretty much."
"Figures," he said without much hint of disappointment. "Well, you're really sexy. I only caught a quick glance, but I'm going to remember those tits. Most girls with pierced nipples are skanks, and that's a turn-off. You've got this whole innocent-naughty thing." His hand moved to his groin and seemed to adjust his package. "Any chance I can see them again?"
Enid blushed. Everything about the night had been so unreal. Nobody knew who she was, and even if they did, she'd probably never see them again. She unbuttoned her shirt, and while she did, the boy in the bathroom with her moved his hand in slow circles on top of his underwear. By the time she opened her shirt up, his dick had sprung out and he was tugging it gently.
"Is this okay?" He asked glancing down at his dick work.
"I guess?"
His dick grew bigger and harder. His grip changed and he stroked himself more assertively. "God damn, you're sexy," he said. "I had this thing worked out with a girl for tonight - really looking forward to it. Then everything went sideways and I came home alone. Lucky I met you or I'd be in that stall spanking to PornHub."
Enid smiled, and shifted position a few times, hoping to present her chest well. He was getting off on her, but, respectfully. It was nice. It felt good that she was able to help him, just by letting him look at her. She wanted to see it through - help him come. He was giving it a good hard jerk, and she didn't imagine it would take him much longer.
"You don't have to mean it, but you could talk dirty to me. Name's Purav."
She rolled her eyes with a coy smile, shrugging in a way that pushed her breasts together. Then she looked him in the eye. "I want you to fuck me, Purav. I want to ride your cock until I come, and then let you pound my ass until you fire off your, you know, stuff."
"Ooooh, fuuuck," he groaned. He was jerking his cock faster than she would have thought possible. His hips were thrusting at the air, but much, much slower than his hand was working.
She sat on the counter, lifted her miniskirt, and spread her legs. "I just had sex for the first time. Can you tell?"
Purav let out a wild growl. The leading pulse of his come-shot missed her naked foot by an inch. The rest fell in progressively shorter arcs.
She didn't know what to say, so she hopped down from the counter and left, carefully avoiding the semen with her bare feet. She finger-waved goodbye from the doorway.
Back in the dorm room, Enid was feeling sexy, but she didn't especially feel like having sex again. She certainly had dick on the brain. She wondered whether she could snuggle in with Kyle and suck his dick without waking him up first.
Mechanically, she figured she could do it. He was on his side, but his legs weren't too curled. There was room for her head. His dick was soft and of course smaller than it had seemed before, but she assumed that he didn't need to be awake for it to respond to her. Weren't guys always saying penises have minds of their own?
Her bandana mask was a potential complication, of course. It was her source of power. It was her whatever-it-was that made this whole evening possible. It was her one unbreakable rule. She wouldn't take it off - just lift up the bottom a little bit. She had sucked from a straw, after all. And anyway, even if the spell were broken and Kyle realized it was just "little sister" Enid in bed with him, he probably wasn't going to freak out with his dick in her mouth.
Morally she was a little uneasy with the idea. Sleeping people can't give consent - everybody knows that. But she'd also heard that waking up to a blowjob was every guy's biggest dream. He would approve, of course - she knew that. But did that actually make it alright? She didn't feel drunk anymore: this time her mind was crystal clear - enough so to be lost in a never-ending ping pong of arguments. She wished she were still drunk: that would make it simpler. If she were, she would just...
A moment later she was halfway on the narrow bed with Kyle with his dick in her mouth and one leg hooked behind his back for stability. Despite countless Internet articles promising instruction, she only had the vaguest notion about what she was supposed to actually do. She hoped instinct would be enough. Just touch his dick with the soft parts of your mouth and it will be okay, she told herself.
Shortly, Kyle was moaning. He rolled face-up and wiggled sideways to give her room. She followed, ending up a bit off-center over his dick, with one elbow on the bed and one hand against the wall to support her. Her leg was draped across his chest and the opposite knee teetered on the edge of the bed. He stroked her back with one hand and ran the fingers of the other through her hair. His grunts seemed to almost indicate pain at first, but then he purred, "That's a good girl."
She sort of hoped he would tell her what to do, but he remained non-verbal after that. She relied on random head movements, rubbing his cock-head inside her mouth this way and that. Then his hips began to move - not any real distance, but suggestive of thrusting.
Duh! He needs in-out! She shifted position, moving her head squarely above his dick, working up and down. The tricky part was finding a stable arrangement of hands and knees so that she didn't fall off the bed. After a little experimentation, she found her footing and a rhythm that suited the job. Kyle groaned more, so he probably liked it, too.
Thick saliva was oozing from her lips against her will. Kyle's hand began touching her knee in that magical way again, making it hard to concentrate. Maybe he'd had enough of the blowjob, and he wanted to go back to stuffing her pussy with his dick, all through the night. That would be good. I wouldn't mind, she told herself. The thought was making her very wet.
He moved his hand to his cock in front of her face: his thumb and forefinger pinching in a ring at the very stem. He moved his fingers up and down, just a tiny bit, leaving the remaining inches for her. No, he wants to come in my mouth, so that's what's going to happen! After a minute of that, he gurgled and moaned, and then thick semen tickled her gums.
She made sure her mask was secure before she let him see her. His smile was so sweet that she thought she would die.
"I think, maybe, you should take me home now," she told him.
The black Tesla pulled up to her house. She had tried to check her phone on the drive home, but the screen wouldn't come on. Ever since the last system update, her battery had been draining ridiculously quickly.
Does he want to kiss me? If he reaches to take off my mask, I'll let him. He kissed her hand instead.
"Look, Kyle?" She began, trying to shape her feelings into words. "Whatever happens from now on, tonight really meant the world to me. And... I really am in love with you." She fled the car before he could reply.
She paused under the porch light and Kyle drove off. For a time she just stood there, scanning the cul-de-sac. It was only after a minute that she realized that she was searching for the black cat. It had been there at the start of her magical journey; it only made sense that it would be here at the end, too. Some part of her felt that it had to be true. But she didn't see it.
She went inside and meandered into the kitchen, trying to decide if she wanted some water before bed. Mick appeared at the bottom of the stairs, a little off-balance, wearing a T-shirt and boxers. "You haven't forgotten about me, have you?"
The implications of his question hit her like a ton of bricks.
"I... need to go change out of this costume right now," she said, scampering up the stairs and locking her bedroom door behind her.