Little Pumpkin

by Jamie Knight

  In the past, I would have picked one and called her up so that I could get my dick wet tonight. Now, though, I deleted all the voicemails and went to take a shower.

  I had planned for it to be a cold shower. Hoping the old wives’ tale could be true that a cold shower could quell raging hormones, I put my hand under the chilly water, but wussed out immediately, turning on the hot water tap.

  When the water had warmed to something resembling a humane level, I took off my work clothes and got in. I tried not to think about Gia, but it was no use. My mind rebelled and short of knocking myself out on my tastefully tiled shower wall, there wasn't really anything to be done about it.

  There she was in my mind, on the other side of the frosted glass. Naked and beautiful. I slid open the door for her mentally, taking a hold of my cock in real life.

  Gia pressed her luscious young body against me, letting me feel her tender warmth. Slowly but with purpose she sank to her knees, until her beautiful face was level with my rapidly stiffening cock. Running her sweet tongue over her full lips, she took the head of my cock into her mouth and sucked it lightly.

  I put my hands on the back of her head and started to face fuck her as she continued to suck me. I held her firm but was nice about it, not wanting to make her gag.

  I imagined gently guiding her mouth up and down the length of my cock until the pleasure was just too much and then I unloaded, filling her mouth with my cum. I imagined pulling out of her mouth to give her more room and stroking her neck as she swallowed down my load, looking me in the eyes as she did so.

  I thought about just bending her over and fucking her but realized that that would hurt her. I didn't want to do that, even in my imagination, so I imagined helping her to her feet and leaning her back against the back shower wall.

  I then imagined getting down on my knees and burying my face in her sweet virgin pussy, gently lapping at her tender lips and running my tongue over her swollen clit, making her moan with pleasure.

  I imaged her coming, putting both hands on my head, her whole body shuddering, my hand around my cock, stroking it in real life. I was at full hardness and picking up speed.

  After I imagined Gia coming, that was when I thought about turning her towards the back wall and bending her over, both of which the Gia of my imagination did without question. Gia braced with both hands flat against the wall as I ran my hands down her body to her hips.

  Taking hold of her hips, I used one hand to lightly stroke the head of my throbbing cock against Gia's pussy lips. She moaned softy.

  After teasing her a bit more, I slid in the head. Gia gasped louder and braced harder against the wall. I stroked her back comfortingly as I pushed a bit more of my cock into her.

  I imagined Gia moaning loudly in pleasure as she took more of my cock inside her. In my head, I kept going until I reached her cherry. I wanted the best way to approach it to keep the pain to a minimum.

  Reaching her sweet little cherry, I jutted back a bit and then pushed forward, pushing the head of my cock against her cherry. I did this a couple more times before finally pushing through, doing my best to hold Gia's hand as I did.

  I imagined her squeezing back with both her hand and her pussy to let me know that she was okay and that there was no real damage done. I imagined kissing the back of her neck as she moaned to let me know she liked it.

  Letting the shower wash away the results of her losing her virginity, Gia and I kissing the entire time. I imagined sliding my cock back into her so I could fuck her properly.

  I was gentle at first, her cherry just being popped. I had to make sure she was fully ready for my cock before I sorted to pound her. I imagined her moaning softly, her hips moving subtly to the thrusts of my cock as I fucked her. Starting out slowly, I began to gain speed as I felt she could take it, until I was pounding her hard, my cock deep inside her. Not all the way but very close.

  I imagined Gia nearly screaming with pleasure as I showed her what was possible. In my head, I caught Gia as she nearly collapsed, her knees literally going weak with the orgasm. I imagined her turning and kissing me. Nothing too much, just a peck on the mouth.

  We did it again and then again until we were into full make-out mode, my cock still buried deep in her freshly deflowered pussy. With great care, Gia slid off my cock and with some wobbles, got back on her knees and sucked me hard until I came in her mouth, flooding it with my cum.

  Just the way I liked it.

  I imagined pulling Gia to her feet and kissing her hard. Surprising her at first but her soon getting into it, our connection stronger than before. I didn't usually kiss on the lips but I desperately wanted to with her. Even if that was all she wanted to do at first, I would be happy, although my cock literally ached for the touch of her hand, the warmth of her mouth and the tightness of her pussy.

  Then something occurred to me that I had never thought of before. In my head, I saw myself breaking our kiss and turning Gia away from me again, putting her into position for fucking from behind. Only this time, instead of her sweet, tender pussy, I started preparing her ass, gently massaging the outside with my fingers.

  Her moans tuned to gasps when I put one of my fingers inside. Part of my finger, anyway. I didn't move it at first. Just left it there, letting her get used to the feeling.

  When she relaxed again, I started to move my finger gently, quickly getting her back to moans of joy. My cock was hard again so I slid about half of it into Gia's open pussy. She didn't protest and I started to slowly fuck her pussy as I fingered her asshole, making her cum even faster than before, the orgasm even more intense.

  Pulling my finger out, I used my tongue, stimulating her pussy with my other hand as I licked her asshole, making her almost squeal with pleasure.

  When she was ready, I stood again, putting a hand on the small of her back. I could feel her tense up slightly as I came up behind her. Stroking her back to calm her, I pressed the head of my cock up against her asshole. Her breath caught as I made first touch, turning into a long, low moan as I pushed in.

  Like with her pussy, I didn't go all the way in right away, slipping the head in first so she could get used to the feeling. When she relaxed a bit more, I began to push forward again, easing further into her virgin ass.

  Getting about halfway in, I took Gia by her curvy hips and started to move inside her. I imagined her moving with me, moaning softly and rocking against me as I gently pumped her tight little asshole.

  When she was ready, I saw myself going steadily faster, Gia trying to keep up with my rhythm until she gave up and just held still as I pounded her, taking all of her virginities: mouth, pussy and ass, in one session.

  She braced hard and trembled against me as I filled her ass with my cum.

  I finished myself off in the shower, coming harder than I ever had with any of my hook-ups. Drying off, I put on my robe and ventured back out into the huge, lonely house and went to dress for the evening, with Gia on my mind.

  If she could make me cum so hard in my fantasies, I could only imagine what would happen if I could get with her in real life. And that was definitely my new goal.

  Chapter Seven

  Gia

  The day had finally arrived. After tons of planning, calculating and hustling the buying of refreshments and themed decorations, it was finally time to show off what I could do. I was really hoping it would go well and that Maya would be happy with it.

  I even held out some hope, a fantasy really, that all of Maya's friends would be so impressed that they would book me for their events and I would be able to do party planning full-time, mixed in with some pet sitting which I really did love, and would therefore be able to work for myself doing a combination of these two jobs.

  I was also thinking about Reece: funny, arrogant, sexy Reece. I really didn't know what to make of him or if I wanted to see him or not. He seemed so cocky and full of himself but there was something else, too. A warmth and a touch of self-deprivation that undermined his over
all master of the universe vibe.

  One thing I was clear on was that he wanted to fuck me. He had said so in so many words and the truth was, physically at least, I really wanted to fuck him, too. At least my body did, anyway. It was mostly my mind getting in the way, raising objections and pointing out observations that made me have to think twice, Sally's warning about being careful ringing true.

  "Will Reece be there?" Sally asked.

  "Yeah," I said, pulling up my panties with the Jack O'Lantern print on them.

  "Are you excited to see him?"

  "I think so."

  "You think so?" Sally asked.

  "Both excited and scared. I can't decide which," I said, pulling on my fishnets.

  "That's understandable," Sally said.

  "I want him at least on one level but I guess I'm scared to open my heart. I don't want to get taken."

  "I can see that," Sally said, helping me do up my bra, with which I had been struggling.

  "What are you going to do?" she asked.

  "I've been thinking about that," I said, pulling down the short, black dress, with its artfully clipped spikes around the fringe of the skirt.

  It hugged close to me, showing of all my curves, doing wonderful things for my big boobs.

  "What have you decided?"

  "I am going to do my job," I said, lacing up the first of my boots, "I'm going to do the best I can and see what happens."

  "Good call," Sally said, handing me my pointy black hat.

  "How do I look?" I asked, putting the hat to my head, completing my sexy witch outfit.

  "Delicious," Sally said.

  I got to Maya's house hours before the appointed time. I needed time to get things set up. I still had the set of keys she gave me for the pet sitting so I could go right in. I knocked on the door to her apartment before going in, just to be sure.

  "Come in," was her response from the other side of the door.

  I picked up the first of the plastic crates I had brought up with me, having loaded up my car with party stuff before getting here, and went in.

  I guess I should have seen Anton coming. He did basically the same thing every time I came over, after all. But I didn't see him hurling towards my legs and nearly dropped the crate, shifting weight and falling back on to the recliner instead.

  Anton jumped up onto the crate which sat on my lap, and licked my face, his tail wagging wildly.

  "Nice to see you too, buddy," I said, patting his little head.

  "Anton, come here," Maya scolded, appearing from somewhere within the depths of the large condo.

  He turned to look at the sound of her voice.

  "It's okay, he's just excited," I said.

  Maya picked up Anton in one hand and helped me up with the other. I put the crate down on the coffee table and went to get the next one.

  "Wow, you really brought a lot," Maya said, seeing the pile of crates in the hallway.

  "This is just the first load," I said, putting the second crate on top of the first.

  "Holy crap!" Maya said, Anton barking in agreement.

  "It’s just part of the job," I said, with what I hoped was a game smile.

  After Maya had gone back inside, taking Anton with her, I got in the first load as well as the rest of the stuff in the car, arranging everything neatly. I had even brought a stepladder to hang some of the decorations. It hadn't been easy to get Halloween themed finger food, particularly the actual finger shaped cookies with the long, peanut nails, so I had made them.

  The internet really could be useful sometimes. My baking skills were never really top shelf but instructional videos made is so even a beginner like me could turn out sometime competent. But when Sally heard, she rushed over to help me.

  I hadn’t wanted to bother her, since she knows so much more about baking than I do, and it was unfair, with her doing most of the work. But once I finally let her in on what I was doing, she said that that’s what friends are for, and rushed over. It must have been quite a sight, me in my little kitchenette wearing nothing but an apron, trying my best to make Halloween themed treats.

  When the food was set up and ready, I started with the decorations. It was going to be complicated. There were a lot of little things that had to go in just the right places, the devil being in the details and all.

  "Wow," Reece said from behind me, no doubt referring to my ass as I had been bending over in something of a short dress at the time.

  I blushed at the attention, just glad I had worn panties.

  "You're early," I said, not turning to look at him.

  "Maya called, said you could likely use some help setting up."

  "Did she now?"

  I turned to look at him then, stifling a laugh.

  "What?" he asked, genuinely confused.

  "What are you supposed to be?"

  "A vampire," he said.

  "By way of Anne Rice?"

  "I suppose."

  "And here I thought you were Percy Shelley after a particularly rough night.”

  "Should I lose the fangs and tell people that?" he asked.

  "Carful, people might ask you who Shelley is."

  "I know who Shelley is," he said.

  "You do?" I asked, a bit surprised.

  "Of course I do; I have an MA in literature from Columbia. I specialized in the second generation Romantic poets. Did my thesis on Lord Byron."

  "No way!" I said, meaning it as an expression of surprise more than incredulity.

  "She walks in beauty like the night, of starry skies and cloudless climes and all that's best of dark and light meets in her aspect and in her eyes," he said softly, making my heart and my pussy melt.

  "Oh," I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice.

  It was a bit of Byron everyone knew but not usually the whole thing and I had never heard it said with such genuine feeling and conviction. The energy seemed to radiate off him.

  "Then I got an MBA, mostly just to prove to my dad that I could. A lot of good that did, though."

  "You and your dad fell out?" I asked.

  "Like a skydiver in a drag wind."

  "I-I'm sorry."

  "It's okay, I'm over it. Built my own business."

  I'd never heard of a plumber with an MBA though I guessed it would have helped if he was running the business itself. I doubted plumbers with English degrees were terribly rare, though, sadly.

  "So, what do you say?" Reece asked.

  "Grab a box of decorations and follow my directions," I said.

  Reece was surprisingly good at following directions. I really thought he might have been more resistant, but he didn't seem to have a problem listening. It was no time at all before the decorations were up and the place looked great.

  I still hadn't made up my mind about Reece. I really wanted him but the idea of giving all of myself to someone else was really scary. While my mind debated, my pussy was dripping wet, giving a clue to the directions my instincts were taking me in.

  I tried to focus. I couldn't let myself get distracted by lust. I had a job to do and the immediate future of my fledging business depended on how well I did with Maya's Halloween party and how much I could impress her friends. I decided to ignore Reece, as much as that was humanly possible, and focuse on setting up the seating arraignment.

  "Wow, this looks great!" Maya said, coming out soon after we were finished.

  Anton barked and curiously sniffed the life-sized witch figure I had set up next to the punch bowl. The witch sprang to life, giving her pre-recorded speech about swallowing his soul, and Anton yelped and ran to hide behind Maya, who let out a bit of a scream herself.

  "Shit," she said, hand over her heart, trying to slow her heartbeat, "that's really life-like."

  "Only the best deocrations for any party I throw," I said with a grin.

  "You should make that your slogan," Reece said.

  He had taken my advice and removed his fangs.

  He really did look like a tragic
poet, from the correct angle.

  Except that he was still too sexy to be that.

  "What are you supposed to be?" Maya asked, catching sight of Reece.

  "Percy Shelley after a rough night."

  "Very clever," Maya said.

  "Gia's suggestion," Reece said.

  "Good call. I knew you guys would hit it off."

  The guests started to arrive at the appointed time. No one really tried to pull that fashionably late crap that had always annoyed me so much. It had been drummed into me from an early age that lateness was practically one of the seven deadly sins. There had just been some kind of misprint that kept it from being official. I could believe it.

  I was somewhat disappointed to see that I wasn't the only sexy witch at the party, but I was still only one of three, which wasn't too bad. I had once been to a ComicCon and seen at least fifteen Slave Leias. One enterprising woman had come as a sexy pirate, which I must admit I had never seen on a woman before.

  Sally arrived, dressed as a clockwork bride. I had seen the costume once before and she had made some additions since its debut. She came right over and hugged me, as was her custom.

  "Hey, everything looks great, babe!" she said, releasing me from her clutches.

  "Thanks," I said, a bit overwhelmed.

  "Sally, right?" we both looked over as Maya approached, decked out in an elegant Victorian gown.

  "Yeah, you look amazing, Maya."

  "Thanks, you too."

  "Are you into steampunk too?" Sally asked.

  "What's steampunk?" Maya asked.

  "Victorian period aesthetics with sci-fi gadgets using steam era technology."

  "Sounds neat!" Maya said.

  "I'll tell you all about it," Sally said, leading Maya away by the arm.

  "Hey," said a woman dressed up like Catwoman from 1992. Basically in a black leather body suit held together with big white stitches.

  "Hey," I said, looking her up and down.

  "I know, right?" she said, looking down at herself.

  "Did you make that?" I asked.

  "Oh, hell no. I can't sew to save my life. Nearly put a needle clean through my finger once. I got this little beauty online. The seller claimed it was an original ,used in the movie. I had no idea Michelle Pfeiffer and I are the same size."