Halloween
"Will you help me with my costume?" Adam says with a smile as he flops on the bed. He sits a big bag on the bed and folds his arms over it possessively.
He's been gone all afternoon after dropping hints here and there for the better part of the week and you have just got to see what he came up with. You join him and tug the bag from his grip. "Why? What are you going as?" You reach into the bag and pull out a long curly blond wig, a spandex leopard print thigh length tank dress, and purple zebra patterned shoes.
You stare at him. He reclines across your lap dramatically, the back of his hand pressed to his forehead, looking up at you. "I'm going to be a harlot."
"I thought you were going to *buy* a costume. This looks like something Jasmine would have worn."
"Me-ow," he smiles and begins to tickle you unmercifully. "So are ya gonna help me? Huh? Huh? Are ya? Are ya?"
"OKAAAY! Sheesh!" He falls gently against you, laughing and kisses you on the cheek.
You help him into the getup, not wanting to know where he got the bright red lace bra and underwear. You stuff his *bust* with pairs of his socks and sit him on the bed to do his make-up. You cover his face in foundation and powder then apply his obnoxiously long fake eyelashes. You coat his lids with neon blue eye shadow and add thick black eyeliner. You blot very pink blush darkly on his cheeks. Now comes time for the lipstick, flaming red. You make him purse his lips and he keeps making kissing noises.
You're trying not to laugh as you coat his lips with the tube. "Come on Adam, stop it. You'll make me mess up."
"Oh come on Baby," he says in a falsetto female squeak, "Just one juicy, luscious kiss? You make me so hot." He grips your wrists and flips you onto your back on the bed. He is making fishy movements with his mouth and you are laughing until you have tears rolling down your cheeks.
"Adam don't you dare!"
"Oh but I must! I am a nympho and I. Must. Have. You!"
Your face hurts from smiling. Your ribs are starting to ache from your giggles. Yet, the big red fishy lips of doom keep looming closer and closer and closer. Suddenly, there is contact. His lips press to yours. He swirls them about, making sure the lipstick gets well and truly ground in. He pulls back looking rather like the Joker, his lipstick all smeared. You can only imagine what effect it's had on you. "Argh! Adam you ass! This stuff stains!"
His smiles widely and, still not releasing your wrists, lowers his lips to yours again. This time the kiss is deeper, slower, and he is not playing. He moves from your mouth and slides down your chin, your neck. His hand is at your blouse, tugging the buttons open. Once your naked chest is exposed, he quickly moves his lips to cover the new territory. You run your fingers into his hair and then open your eyes wide at the feel of it. You forgot about the wig. Oye! From this angle it looks like...well it looks like you're making out with a chick. However, that image can't mask the familiarity of his mouth on your skin, nor the heat against your leg from the proof of his manhood.
His eyelashes are tickling your stomach as his head moves down the length of your body, devouring as he goes. Adam's hands have slipped from your wrists and are snaking trails down your skin. He brings them to the bottom of your skirt and in one move pushes it up as he pulls your panties down, then off.
You sit up and he pulls back a little, smiling. Weird as the situation he's created is, you're getting into it. You push him over on his back and pull on him the same skirt and panty maneuver he just used on you. His eyes are sparkling with mischief as you straddle him but do not give him what he wants...yet. His hands are fevered as he slides them up your thighs, bringing them to rest on your hips. You let him guide you, position you over himself. You know he wants nothing more than to pull you onto him, but his eyes search yours for permission. You decide to be benevolent, to you both. You sink down on Adam's erection very slowly. His eyes shut in pleasure at the feel of you. You lay your palm on his chest, your mind trying to reconcile the strange feel of his soft chest hair right next to the lace from the bra he is wearing.
Adam opens his eyes, slides his hands around your back and thrusts up into you hard, lifting you from the bed with a moan. Still bracing you, he switches your positions and lays you on your back. He moves in and out of you, building his pace incredibly slow. When you call his name, his strokes become shorter and faster. Your legs have curled around the backs of his thighs and Adam has slipped a hand down between you to speed you along, knowing he can't last much longer. Soon, you are gasping and quaking in your ecstasy. His lips roughly take your own as he follows you over the edge.
When you feel cognitive again, you open your eyes and observe Adam panting on the pillow beside you, eyes closed as he wraps you in his embrace. You both drift to sleep.
You wake up just as it has gotten dark. "Adam, if you still want to go out you have to get up! We're going to be late!"
"Bloody hell!"
"Go take a shower. You've got lipstick smeared all over."
He looks at you and smiles. "Care to join me?"
You smile back, "Thanks to you I am definitely going to have to take one. But later. If I go in with you we'll never get out of here tonight!"
Adam pouts and exits to take his shower. When he gets out, you rush hurriedly past the towel clad illusionist so as not to be tempted and run in to take your shower. "Well wait, who's going to do my make-up?"
"You do it," you call from behind the closed door. "You do your stage make-up every day!"
"What are you wearing?"
"You'll see!" With that you promptly pull on the water spray to end the conversation.
"Tease," Adam whispers and sits himself at your vanity to reapply his make-up. As he puts on the finishing touches and begins to preen, he jumps, startled by the sound of a cracking whip. He stares as you emerge from the bathroom. You have on a royal blue satin shirt and black leather pants, brandishing a whip and a wicked grin. Your hair is somewhat familiar to him too.
"Wha-what are you doing?"
"Well I wanted our costumes to go together, and there is only one man who would have taken out a girl as cheap as you my dear." You grin ear-to-ear. "I'm Adam Klaus *before* his taste in women improved!"
He rolls his eyes, unsuccessfully hiding a smile and offers you his arm. You arch an eyebrow at him and offer him *your* arm. "You're my girl tonight, remember?"
He bats his eyelashes and accepts the offer. You slap him on the butt as you exit together. He jumps and looks at you. You smile up. "Man, I think I'm going to love this!"
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