Nikki's Halloween Party - Part One

Desteny checked her reflection in the mirror, turning sideways to see herself in profile. Some of her fellow college freshmen liked to talk about the freshmen fifteen, but if she had put on any weight, it settled in all the right places. She had a nice, round ass that gravity had yet to affect, and so its curves remained enticing. In the same way, her breasts, healthy c-cup breasts that got her plenty of attention, those, too, sat high on her chest and stood up proudly against her torso. Both of these attributes were covered in a plain pink top and bottom set that covered the naughtiest of her parts while leaving the rest of her bathed in a pale pink gauze, the culminating effect being that of a pink-clad harem girl. With the small coins attached to the headband resting against her forehead and a swath of pink gauze covering her face from nose to chin, she looked every bit the part of sexy concubine.

Elijah would be arriving any moment. Her apartment was small, and she had to share it with a roommate, but Ronnie left an hour before to go to a Halloween party at one of the fraternities. She had other, more exclusive plans. With a pat of her flat stomach, she turned away from the mirror fixed to the back of her bedroom door and snatched the invitation off the nightstand by her bed.

Even the feel of the paper used for the envelope felt like money. Desteny had grown up poor, and she was acutely aware when she was in the presence of those items or those people that reminded her of just how poor she was. While she was self-aware, she also found the allure of money and the social climbing that came with it to be intoxicating. That was the real reason she decided to spurn the invitations to a number of campus parties. Those invitations were flyers, at best, and word-of-mouth affairs at worst. This party... this would be something special.

Elijah, as good as his word, appeared on her doorstep at a quarter of five. His car was a hand--me-down from an older brother. Where Luke, the older brother in question, was thick and athletic, Elijah was willowy and thoughtful. he did his best to disguise that thoughtfulness with a wildness that Desteny suspected was self-destructive, but they didn't talk about it. They didn't talk about much.

Elijah didn't have a lot of luck with women in high school. When he and Desteny began dating, he hurried his way into her pants, and she was happy to receive him. That thoughtfulness hidden so much of the time appeared in his lovemaking. He could read her body well. Some nights they would have slow, tender sessions that lasted hours. But they learned from one another that each was lustful, and stolen moments in a public bathroom or, once, the campus library could bring them the same kinds of thrills.

She looked at him out the window, sitting in the four-door sedan with its fading paint, his palm keeping time with some unheard song playing in the car, his childish bowl cut, the wispy sideburns that made his face look goyish and fresh instead of mature, and she was taken back by a swell of affection for him. She wanted to protect him and fuck him all at once. Was that what love was? Maybe, she decided. If not, it would do for now.