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LeyLey loved Halloween. The cheesy slashers, the costumes, the candy. That was why when their class had a Halloween parade, Ashley was more than attentive to that announcement. Suddenly, her ears worked just fine! Her mom would call it a goddamn miracle. It took weeks and weeks of planning, to execute her costume as well as she wanted- a character from the Hypergore franchise.
What she wasn’t expecting was for the older kids to be watching this year, and among them, to be Andrew.
Last year, it only took a few scissors glued to her hands to get the school to establish more rules and guidelines for the students to follow with their costumes, and a letter sent home to her parents about level appropriateness of costumes.
So this year, as a compromise, she went as one of the stupid pornstars who died in the first ten minutes. Some bimbo who wore a bunny costume- which LeyLey didn’t mind too much- and ended up bloodied and decapitated by the end. The perfect loophole in her opinion.
So that afternoon, when they had a costume parade, LeyLey donned a pink leotard- and a pair of black shorts after she’d been yelled at to coverup- and almost an entire tube of fake blood. Preening in the attention of a few friends and the chagrin of the teachers, she was thrilled to walk outside in the cool weather and miss the last couple classes of the day.
It was only when she realized the secondary schoolers and upperclassmen were out, that LeyLey realized how exposed she felt in front of them all. Those feelings of insecurity only worsened when she caught Andrew, standing next to some dumb girl with giant boobs, eyes following LeyLey in particular. In all her self conscious charm. She walked the entire route with a red face, lying and saying it was the cold.
He waited for her after school that afternoon- a buddy system both their parents had agreed upon, once realizing LeyLey couldn’t stay out of trouble, and Andrew was tall enough to probably fend off the worst of the bullies. Smoking some stolen cigarettes from the corner store. She had come to expect it, and even learned how he was getting them. A few stops of them ‘taking the long way home’ and her threatening to tell if he didn’t also steal her a candy bar, only helped LeyLey catch on quicker than normal- And her teachers said she didn’t pay attention!
“Bunny, huh?” He asked, exhaling smoke and eying her over. “Thought Playboy was a little old for your age group…”
If that was a reference to something, it went right over her head. She furrowed her brows, trying to make sense of it. “What? No. I’m obviously Betty Bloodstain from Hypergore Splatterbrains Five.”
“Right, obviously.” He grinned, as they began the walk back. The cool October air was enough to have them both huddling together once Andrew felt sure they wouldn’t be seen by any classmates.
“I just think it’s stupid that they don’t tell any of those other girls that their costumes are impractical!” LeyLey lamented, as she often did. Filling their walk homes and those coveted silences with noise and observation. Like she was sounding out the world with him in it.
Not that Andrew minded, to any degree. Well, not enough to actually do something about it.
They rounded the block entering the little cul-de-sac neighborhood. Most yards didn’t care to put up anything so late in the year. Even LeyLey’s own parents were apprehensive at best about decorations. Her mother’s favorite line was “Once you can afford decorations, go nuts.”
Andrew bid her goodbye at the door, stepping inside from the chill for a minute. It wasn’t like her parents would be home early ever. Part of him was sure they viewed the girl as little more than an inconvenience.
“You’re still taking me Trick-or-treating, right?” She asked, before he left, staring up at him wide eyed and pleading. He almost broke and said yes right then and there.
“Must I?”
“You must!” She beamed up at him, wearing that victorious grin. “You promised you would!”
When did he ever promise anything?
“Uhuh.” He regarded her with little actual chagrin. Most of the time, he could let her talk and find his own sort of calm in the way she would jabber on or scold.
There were many more complaints Andrew could’ve made to protest over the fact he was now not only walking home with his babysitting gig, but also somehow roped into taking her around town. Still, how much could he complain? He didn’t hate the view, moreso, the fact that he’d be cold and bored. But even that had its solutions.
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By the time she’d met up on the corner with Andrew, halfway through trick-or-treating, she was more than happy to see him. He was in the same clothes as before- save for a flannel he exchanged for a sweater now. The kids in her class were at best indifferent to her, and at worst shoving her in the hallways. Whatever. They hardly mattered.
Still, it stung when she turned around, excited to prove to Andrew that See? She did have other friends!- They had left her in the dust in favor of anything else. She quickly screwed her face up, back to that playful little smirk, like there was a joke only she and Andrew were in on.
“Andy?” She asked after a minute of quiet fell between them, unwrapping a piece of bubblegum. He exhaled smoke through his nostrils, looking almost like a dragon, LeyLey silently observed.
“Hm?”
“What are you supposed to be?”
“A guy taking his girl out trick or treating.”
She fought herself not to roll her eyes and crack a smile at his oh-so-witty response. Crossing her arms, she jutted out a hip. 'Attitude' was what Renee liked to refer to it as.
“That’s hardly a costume.”
“Since when did you become the costume police?” He retorted, slipping a piece of candy from her pillowcase and makeshift candy bag.
“Hey!” She giggled, trying to snatch whatever he had stolen back. “You can’t just steal someone’s candy!”
“Easy, it’s boyfriend tax.”
“That’s stupid and probably not a thing!”
“This whole thing is stupid,” He quipped, popping the sticky and oversugared treat in his mouth. “Kind of the whole point of a commercial holiday.”
Up ahead, their attention was drawn to the group of girls who had reluctantly let Ashley tag along for the first part of the night. They had since made it up to a few houses, shrieking and laughing outrageously to each other. LeyLey froze, pressing her lips together and looking for anything to distract.
A warm hand found her back and she was pulled back out of her head. Pink eyes looked up at him, searching for an answer. Andrew seemed to have caught on, steering her in the opposite direction.
“C’mon,” He nudged, “Let’s get back to your house.”
The betrayal in her face was unmatched, as if he’d suggested something insane. She squirmed out from under his arm. Sure, she didn’t have any friends, but it was also the one night she could get candy and scare people. She wasn’t going to bail on the only two things she was good at.
“Already?!”
Green eyes rolled in faux exasperation. Convincing her was a full time job. “We’ve been out for an hour and a half already, besides, you can’t tell me you aren’t freezing in that get-up.”
Folding her arms over her chest, as if to shield herself, LeyLey dug the toe of her sneaker into the cracks of the sidewalk.
“But what about the rest of the houses..? What if my friends want to meet up again…?”
That was when Andrew led her around the darkened corners of the houses, and leaned down and in; practically nose to nose with her. It was enough to fluster her and send that funny feeling, sharp and bright like electricity, through her.
Seeming to only pause for a minute to assure the coast was clear, he cupped her cheek and drew her in for a kiss. She leaned into it, tasting the sugar and smoke on his tongue when it pleaded for entrance against her slightly parted lips. His left hand found the softest part of her bare and bloodied thighs, giving a little squeeze. After a minute, he pulled away again, looking smug, and leaving her breathless and head spinning.
“What if I give you a treat when we get back, hm?” He asked, quiet enough that it seemed to drown out all the other noise when she tuned in to him.
Suddenly, candy seemed much less important.
“And let me hit some of the houses on the way back?” She negotiated, bouncing on her heels. Ever trying to teeter that scale in her favor. Call it some repressed humility, or being weak willed, but with a slightly indignant huff, he conceded.
LeyLey hopped down from the last house with lights on, before practically crashing into Andrew, as if he would shield her from the wind. Turns out, flimsy halloween costumes did very little to keep her warm. Leaning into the older boy, she tried to steal what body heat she could. He obliged, seeming unbothered under the blanket of darkness and decoration lights.
“It’s so cold. I don’t understand how those whores in horror movies do it.” She mumbled into his sweater, earning a chuckle from him.
“That’s why they end up dead first, impractical clothing.” He snicker, wrapping an arm around the small of her back to usher her along. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t feel the way his fingers trailed over her ass. The way she jolted at the feeling of heat seeping under her clothing, making goosebumps prickle her skin.
The heat from the house coddled them both like a blanket when they got to her house. No mom, or dad still. But as far as Ashley was concerned that hardly mattered. They never were home. Starting now would be more alarming than anything.
Still, Andrew held true to his words and settled down with her on the couch, while she put in one of the movies she’d begged for at the video rental store a week ago. So much for that ever getting returned.
More at ease than he’d been historically, he pulled LeyLey fully into his lap, letting her candy-filled pillowcase- which was mostly wrappers now, sit beside them.
Funny, she’d been sure he was just trying to lure her back to get out of wandering the streets past 8pm. Still, that burning from earlier had yet to subside. When his hand slid to her thighs though, suddenly, she was reminded of how little she actually knew about this. She couldn’t do anything! Hell, even kissing him had its own learning curve and-
“....Andy…” She murmured, feeling his hand pet along her bare thigh. It left a trail of goosebumps rising. She’d still had some of the softness and plush skin; a remnant of her childhood she’d so recently left behind.
“C’mon,” he purred, “Don’t you want your treat, bunny? Besides, I’ve been seeing you dressed up like this all day, it’s practically torture on a man.”
Was it? Boys her own age never talked about that stuff yet, and Andrew had been relatively mum about anything in relation. She glanced at the door, the same way he did when he’d come over; once, twice. As if she could somehow get a gasp of air in the sudden flooding of tension in the room.
“....I dunno how to do this kind of stuff-..I just think-”
"You don’t have to know anything. Just try to relax." He cooed too softly, raking his teeth along her neck and the now tacky fake blood. "It's just a little treat."
He grinned devilishly at her, shifting her off of his lap and laying her back on the couch. She couldn’t help when the scream from the movie made her jump. His eyes all over her felt intense. But she did want it, right? Andrew knew more about this anyway. Maybe letting him take the lead this time was smarter. He’d never hurt her, he was her boyfriend after all...
The way he loomed over her quickly squashed those feelings. Hungry and wanting. Had she always felt so small against him?
He softened then, as if recognizing the worry in her face. A glaring reminder of her own greenness and his own overeager impulse. Cupping her cheek, he pressed his lips to her own.
“You’re so pretty like this.” He murmured, nipping at her own lips, before traveling further down, wasting no time in his lavishing and adoration of her tiny body, clad only in the pink leotard, with her bunny eared headband now tilted on her mussed hair. “So goddamn pretty.”
She couldn’t help the shudder that went through her when he ran his hands along her hips, the same he had elicited earlier so easily from her. Did he know her that well to know immediately what’d make her stomach do flips?
“Ah- Andy…”
“You like walking around like that? All cute and looking messed up?” He teased, nipping at her thighs. “You know I was gonna be out there watching for you?”
Maybe that was part of the reason…at least, when she knew she’d have him for trick or treating. Of course she’d gone as something more appealing. Vaguely, LeyLey understood how much of an impact something like that could have on a guy. There were those sleazes who’d wait by the lot when she used to walk home alone, whistling and jeering. Saying things that’d make her ears turn red and pick up the pace with her head down. It wasn’t a completely foreign concept to her.
Apparently, it was enough to awaken something distinctly masculine and wanting in Andrew. Who had spent the night not so subtly leering at her, and stealing touches when he could. Even now, as he gazed up at her from his place between her thighs, he seemed enraptured.
“So fucking cute…” He repeated, as if in awe.
After the jolt of surprise, Andrew’s lips against her inner thighs was almost her undoing. He kissed and nibbled, until Ashley was sure she’d have at least a couple new marks to hide beneath her overalls.
He helped tug off her little bodysuit, stiff with plastic and polyester, leaning up to pause and relish her chest, lapping and fondling enough to earn a few noises out of her.
She surprised herself with how lewd they sounded. It was a bit of a shock, knowing that they could come from her lips with such ease. Knowing that they tumbled from her so easily because of Andrew.
He made a show of admiring her panties. Some cheap lace ones that had come along with the costume. Still, he seemed pleased. She basked in the approval, before the hot slickness of his tongue glided over her pussy.
Jolting at the suddenness, a small squeal escaping her lips, LeyLey fought not to clamp her legs around his head. The sensation was good, if not a bit strange. Andrew smiled to himself at her reaction, a hint of it remaining on his face for Ashley to catch when he kissed her clit.
“Easy. You’re okay.” He soothed, even as she gasped, barely hearing the pleading tumbling from her own lips before he quelled her worries.
“Just relax. I promise it’ll feel good.”
Ashley could hardly wait him out. His lapping at her lips felt like it was just winding the coil tighter and tighter, snowballing into something that was getting harder to control. Suddenly, she wasn’t in control of her own body, just allowing her hips to chase the newfound stimulation, as sounds curled up from the back of her throat.
One of his hands traveled up to her chest, groping at what little she had- her mom still hadn’t taken her to get a training bra- earning a gasp and her hips bucking up in response. Tiny hands dug into the fabric of the couch cushion, hardly able to discern if that was her own scream or the movie’s when he pumped a finger in.
It was achey, making her squirm at the sensation. But a few pumps of his digit rhythmically thrusting in and out, lips still giving too much attention to her bundle of nerves, sent her over the edge. Her body felt like a string pulled taut until it snapped, too fast and too violent in its reverberations.
It took her a moment to catch her breath, and open her eyes after squeezing them so tight she’d looked like she may will herself to not tremble through it. Her limbs felt tingly. Wiggling her fingertips against the rough fabric of the couch, Ashley tried to bring her head back. It presented as quite the challenge though, feeling him press a final few kisses along her pubic mound and the small tuft of raven hair that had begun to grow. Involuntarily her legs twitched, but Andrew took that as a signal at least.
“So what do you think? Worth it to get home early and get this treat?” He grinned, after helping her back into her clothes, even allowing her to slip on his flannel over top and cuddle into him.
Head still heavy from the intensity of a minute ago, basking in the feeling that slowly had began to dissipate, Ashley gave a silent nod.
“Worth it.” She confirmed after a minute, cheek smushed against his chest, blood and make up smeared from the prickles of tears and chill. After the exertion, Ashley vaguely realized how exhausted he’d gotten her. She had more to say about it, she always did. But in that moment, while some serial killer murdered off the first of his victims- One of which, was Betty Bloodstain, sporting her all-too famous Playboy outfit, LeyLey decided it could wait until after tonight.