It was
a chilly fall day in October. The sky was gray, and the weatherman forecasted drizzle and showers
all day. Even the vibrant reds and oranges and yellows of the falling leaves were somehow dulled by
the dreariness. She sighed as she glanced out the window at the depressing sky. She was trying to
decide what to wear to the Halloween Feast and Ball she was attending that afternoon and evening.
Oh, everyone would be dressed up anyway...that was part of the group. They got together whenever
possible to re-create the middle ages. The glorious days of knights and their ladies. Well, maybe
it wasn't QUITE like that, but to her it was sort of like getting to be IN a historical romance
instead of reading one. Something exciting always seemed to be just around the corner, although in
reality some of the events she attended were kind of boring and she felt sort of like an outsider.
But she was determined to make her mark in the society, regardless of how on the fringes she
actually was. She just wanted to be acknowledged as part of the group. Tonight was Halloween. The
special night when anything was possible. And there was to be a masked ball that evening, following
the feast. She figured it would be the same old people, but the idea of hiding identities was a fun
one. Who knew who would actually be there. And the same old people could seem exciting, and you
could pretend, even MORE, that you were someone exotic and interesting, and DIFFERENT. She slipped
into the dun-colored gown and reflected that the drabness of her garb was pretty on par with the
drabness of the weather. It was a few years old, and all of her friends had seen it ad nauseam, but
it was comfortable and warm. She picked up her new gown and tossed it into a bag with a
gold-colored eye mask. She hopped in the car and was off. It was almost an hour's drive to the
event, and she got there right after lunch had been served. She saw her friends at a table across
the room from the entrance and waved to them. She checked in and glanced around the hall. Linen
tablecloths covered the round wooden tables, and there were different types of candlesticks on them
to provide the period lighting. Everyone seemed to be having a great time. She looked closely and
saw just about all of the same people she saw every time, and sighed again. Some of the ladies'
gowns were magnificent. To her left was a woman in a black and gold Tudor dress, draped over a
hoop, she surmised, and wondered how the heck women sat down in those things. Toward the back was a
woman all in some kind of flowing gauzy dress. Not very period, but she sure did look pretty. Two
little boys, about five years old, ran by her, chased by their father, she guessed. At least they
were all wearing matching tabards, and Dad was kind of handsome, too. She smiled. She wove her way
to her table and she greeted her friends. Everyone was looking resplendent in their holiday garb.
She pulled a chair up and sat down. The usual conversation flowed around her, and she participated
from time to time, still absorbed in admiring the clothing from various periods of the middle ages
that surrounded her. Finally, someone addressed a comment to her. It was one of her male friends,
asking her if THAT was really what she was going to wear for the ball. His girlfriend hit him on
the arm and told him that it wasn't chivalrous to ask a lady that question. She smiled at him, and
simply remarked that she was comfortable and after all, there wasn't really anyone there she wanted
to impress anyway. His smile disappeared, and she chuckled. Yes, it was slightly meanspirited of
her to say that, but he did grate on her nerves from time to time and needed put in his place. She
wandered outside with a couple of friends and they watched the fighting going on underneath the
trees. Some of the armor was plain leather, some was chain mail, some was plate, but to her they
all looked like they were having fun. The marshals kept an eye on the fighting going on to ensure
that no one was hurt and stopping the action when it approached the spectators. Some ways off, she
could see the archers winging their arrows at a few targets shaped like men. And beyond them, the
fencers went back and forth, epees hollowly ringing in the air as they clashed. She chatted with
some of the other ladies, and the afternoon passed fairly quickly. Before anyone realized, it was
time for the feast. And it was delicious. Flaky rolls, chicken in various sauces, some kind of beef
swimming in a sauce that tasted like red wine, candied ginger and walnuts for dessert. And other
things, of course, but she didn't want to eat too much. She packed up her feast gear...wooden
plate, pewter goblet, knife and fork, and told everyone she was just going to head out and put her
things in the car. People were collapsing the tables and pulling the chairs to the sides to make
room for dancing. The musicians were off to one side, making musical noises and, she assumed,
planning the selections for the evening. She had parked on the far corner of the lot, away from the
building, and it was dark. There were trees on one side of her, and her car blocking the hall, as
she quickly changed. She pulled her long golden hair up, and wound it into a knot, although wisps
insisted on falling out. Without a mirror, she reflected, that was the best she could do. She
lifted the mask out and tied it around her head. It really didn't hide her identity, but it made
her feel....fascinating. Not like the brown wren who showed up in the beige dress that everyone had
seen a thousand times before. She picked up her cloak and wrapped it around herself and gingerly
picked her way back across the lot, holding the train of her gown up, so it did not gather dirt and
twigs and leaves on it. She re-entered the hall and heard the strains of a recorder, or five,
playing some jaunty tune that she had never heard before. And as she glanced around, she saw that
about half of the people there had masks on...because, you see, on Halloween, Death came out to
play, and in medieval times, you had to disguise yourself so that he would not recognize you and
would pass on to the next unfortunate soul. Of course, these were the MODERN middle ages, and many
people disdained to wear a mask, or a costume. She saw a few of her friends about halfway across
the hall, and made her way over to them. On the way, she smiled and nodded distantly at some people
who seemed to be staring at her. "Wow," she thought, "My hair must be REALLY wild...I had better
get to a mirror and repair it." She poked the gentleman who had remarked on her unremarkable dress
earlier in the ribs. "Is this more to your taste, my lord?" she asked in a lofty tone. He turned
and looked at her and his mouth dropped and he said nothing. "Geeze...I make the effort and all I
get is silence? Harumph," she said to him in mock disgust. His girlfriend turned to her and she
stopped in mid- sentence. Slowly her friends looked at her. She started to feel very uncomfortable.
"It's the mask, huh? Too much? Should I take it off?" "Nnnooo," the unlordly gent replied to her.
"You just look GREAT! Where did you get that dress?" She smiled, and explained that she had bought
it from a seamstress that she found a few months back. "It just fit right and I couldn't turn it
down." She and one of her girlfriends started to mingle, promenading on the edges of the crowd. Not
in the dance floor, but not against the walls either. They chatted with people here and there. They
giggled together and marveled at some of the costumes. There was Cleopatra, and there was a Templar
Knight in full chain mail, and over there was...Death! In a full length black cloak. He looked kind
of spooky. Like you would expect Death to look, she reflected. Suddenly they were stopped by a man
in a short sapphire blue velvet tunic. He was not wearing a mask, so of course they recognized him
at once. "Well met, my lady," he smiled at her, ignoring her friend, "You look wonderfully well. I
have missed you. And what are you costumed as this evening?" Her friend whispered that she was
going back to their "home base" and left her. To face him. Her ex- boyfriend. The man who had once
told her he would break her heart. And he had. She inhaled deeply and smiled, "I come as the Sea,
milord....don't you appreciate my efforts?" He was indeed thinking that she was looking wonderful.
Her sea-foam green gown, in the Italian Renaissance style, accentuated her full breasts, and the
gold mask made her chocolate brown eyes seem darker and more mysterious. "Well, milady, I knew that
the sea had WAVES, but not curves like that," he flirted with her. She blinked back the tears that
suddenly threatened and swallowed the lump in her throat. "Well, I should have known, my lord, that
YOU would find some way to make me feel like a dumpy cow." And she turned and walked as quickly as
she could, without running, to the exit. Why did he have to be here?! She hadn't seen him at an
event in so long that she thought she had forgotten what he looked like. Then, BAM, he showed up,
in her face, looking like a god with his angelic smile and white-blond hair. She had been so good
lately. There were even full days that passed that she didn't think about him anymore. After all,
it had been a year since they had even seen each other in passing. And for him to insult her so.
She was just thinking that she was ready to move on, FINALLY. She pulled off her mask and the tears
fell. His mouth had dropped when she stormed out so abruptly and he wondered what he had said to
her. He sighed. He HAD missed her. Seeing her in all of her finery made him want nothing more than
to claim her for his own. He glanced around the room and saw her friends glaring at him fiercely.
Ah well, they hated him from day one anyway, he thought to himself. But their opinion hadn't swayed
her feelings one bit. He found himself walking slowly toward the exit. He had to see what had upset
her so. God knew he had done enough to hurt her in the past, but he was damned if he was going to
let her hate him for something that he didn't even know what it was. He walked out into the night
and didn't see her at first. The moon darted behind the clouds and there were no lights in the
parking lot either. It was very dark beyond about ten feet past the hall. His eyes accustomed
themselves to the darkness and then he saw her. She was all the way across the lot, and he could
barely hear her talking to herself. He looked around, and saw no one, so he started to cross the
lot after her. Her mask was on the roof of a car and she had pulled her hair down so that it
streamed past her shoulders. And he heard her... "I will NOT cry over him anymore. I will NOT let
him hurt me anymore. He is a SCHMUCK. He is NOT worth this. It has been over a year. Why does his
opinion even matter? No, it doesn't. That's right, girlfriend, it doesn't." "You know, its ok to
talk to yourself, dear, but YOU answer yourself. Now THAT is scary," he called out to her in a
laughing tone. "Fuck you," she called back. "What the hell are YOU doing out here? Come to give me
a little more?" "What on earth are you talking about?" he asked her, genuinely perplexed. The
almost full moon showed itself and they both paused. He felt like his breath was stolen at the way
her hair glowed in the moonlight and it picked out the white embroidery in her pale green dress.
She felt like she had been hit in the stomach at the way his hair seemed to form a halo around his
head and reflected the moonbeams in the silver edging on his tunic. "Oh, you know what I mean. You
know how I am about my weight. And yet you made that asshole crack about my curves inside. I hate
you." "Dearest, sweetest Lady, I NEVER meant to hurt you about this. I know how sensitive you are.
But you DO look heavenly tonight. I always loved your curves. And so would any red blooded man in
his right mind.

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" "Well, that lets you out, then, doesn't it?" she cracked back. She knew she was
doing it again. The best defense was a good offense, she had always maintained. But with him, it
was necessary. She needed to move on once and for all. He came closer to her. And sighed. He HATED
it when she got like this. "You are such a BITCH sometimes." He paused. "And I mean that in the
best of ways of course." "Just go away, ok?" she asked and she turned away, trying to hide the
tears. "Are you crying?" he asked. Even though he knew full well what her answer would be. "Nnoo,"
she sniffled. "Come here," he said, and pulled her around and into his arms. She just felt right
there. She cried and cried. She wasn't even quite sure why she was crying anymore, because when the
rational part of her piped up, it reminded her that the reason she was crying was holding her in
his arms, and surely that couldn't be a good thing. Finally, she stopped. And she sniffed, "I am
such a DORK!" He laughed, and pulled her face up toward him. "But you are a cute dork. And I DID
miss you." "I missed you too," she smiled. And stood still while he wiped the tears off of her
cheeks with the sleeve of his tunic. "And I STILL think you are the sexiest woman here," he told
her with a smile on his face. She giggled. "Yeah. Right. Ok." "Oh ho...don't believe me, eh?
Well... would I do this with someone who wasn't the sexiest woman here?" And he pulled her close on
kissed her. She knew what was going on. She was being about as stupid as she could be. She was
almost over him, and here she stood. Kissing him. It felt WONDERFUL. She sighed, and leaned up and
kissed him again. The passion flowed like it had been yesterday that they had professed their love
for each other, not a year ago. His teeth reached out and nipped her lower lip and she groaned.
"Remember that?" he murmured in a low tone. She smiled again. "The first kiss. I remember." "No,"
he rebuked her. "It was the SECOND." "Yes, I know. But to me it was all like one BIG kiss. Not two
smaller ones." She glowed up at him with the memory of their first date. "Yes, well..." he leaned
up against her car, bringing her with him. "Do you know how much I wanted you that night?" She
laughed throatily. "Not as much as I wanted you. But...good things come to those who wait. And we
did. No matter how hard it was." He looked down at her again and was struck by how RIGHT things
were when he was with her. "I have waited over a year for this to happen again," he told her, "And
I cannot wait any longer." And he leaned down into her, his body pressing against hers. She reveled
in the feel of his hard chest against her swelling breasts. His leg pressed between hers, and she
felt the firmness of his thigh against her pussy. His mouth found hers, and their tongues dueled
back and forth. She wrapped her arms around him and grasped his firm ass, pushing his short tunic
up and finding that he had no underwear on. And she laughed into his mouth. "You find my ass
amusing, wench?" he asked mock sternly. She chuckled up at him and continued caressing the downy
cheeks of his bottom. "Oh no, milord. I LOVE your ass. But you were....regimental...tonight. Did
you KNOW I would be here?" "Ah, my love, I had only HOPED to find a fair maiden here. Little did I
know that the fairest of them all would be mine for the taking." He smirked down at her. "And you
think I am yours for the taking, milord?" she inquired archly. "I don't THINK so." She pulled her
hands off of him and down to her sides. He pulled her arms back around him. "Oh no, my dear...don't
THINK at all... just FEEL. Who else makes you feel like this?" He asked as he wrapped her hair
around his hand and pulled it back, exposing her throat to his mouth. He swiftly reached down and
bit her, hard, right at the base of her neck. He licked her neck from side to side, knowing that
this, more than anything, made her hot. And he slowly ground his thigh up against her pussy,
feeling the heat through the brocade of her gown and knowing that she felt it too. She moaned.
Damn, he knew all the right moves to get her going. In addition, he still owned part of her heart.
Why should she fight him? Her hands crept below his tunic again and kneaded his ass. He laughed
triumphantly against her neck and licked lower. He pulled her chemise lower and used his hands to
pull her tits up over the top of her bodice, exposing them to his gaze. In the darkness they glowed
pale white, and the nipples seemed brown, rather than the dark pink color he knew they were. He
reached down and caressed one, watching it harden before his eyes. And he leaned his head down and
licked the other with his tongue, feeling it grow and engorge in his mouth. He sucked the tip
between his teeth and bit it, holding it firmly between his teeth while his tongue flicked back and
forth across the incredibly sensitive nerve endings. He could hear her moaning lightly above him
and knew he was pleasing her. That turned him on almost as much as her touching him. And her hands
had slowly moved around and she was stroking his hard cock now. She sighed breathily. "I missed
this guy, you know," she told him as she pulled away from his hands and mouth and dropped to her
knees to give him a hello kiss. Her tongue flicked the head and he groaned. "Such a PRETTY penis,"
she mockingly told him as she licked all around the head of his prick. He hated it when she said
that he had a pretty one, although he supposed that was preferable to her saying that she hated to
look at it. In fact, as she drew him deep into her mouth, if she wanted to say it was pretty, as
long as it made her want to go down on him, she could say anything she damn well wanted. And then
he stopped thinking as he felt the head of his cock at the opening to her throat. She had always
wanted to deep throat him, but she had trouble with it. Not that he didn't appreciate her efforts,
but a plain old blowjob was great too. He went to pull out and she stopped him. She looked up at
him, and he looked down into her bottomless dark eyes. He felt her swallow and then swallow again,
and then he was THERE! She had taken all of his cock down her throat. "Oohhhhh...." he groaned and
shut his eyes. It felt incredibly hot and wet and fucking awesome. He could just feel her tongue
around him as he pulled out a few inches and then back down her throat. "You are so incredible," he
moaned to her as he slowly and steadily fucked her face. She moaned and the vibrations from her
larynx were too much. He pulled himself out of her mouth quickly. And pulled her to her feet. She
looked at him questioningly. She knew it was the first time she had taken all of him in her mouth,
but she thought she was doing it right. And now he had made her stop? "Did I do something wrong?"
she asked him softly. He looked at her in disbelief, and kissed her long and hard, tasting his
precum on her tongue. "No. No. You did it too good, I am afraid. I don't want to come just yet" She
smiled at him. "You know I love the way you taste. Kind of like brie." They both laughed. "Truly,
you are an evil wench," he told her. "But I want you to feel good too." He pulled her to the back
of the car, bent her over the trunk, and lifted her gown over her waist. "Regimental, milady? And
you took me to task for that," he told her as he ran one finger down the crack of her bottom and
along the wetness that was seeping out of her. "Well....MY dress is longer than YOUR tunic. And it
IS more comfortable. And, OH!" she exclaimed as his fingers suddenly spread her pussy lips wide and
she felt the chill of the night air against the heat of her sex. "I am tempted to make you pay for
that. Your cheeks are so temptingly white in the evening. Perhaps I should spank you to remind you
that those in glass houses should not throw stones." She moaned as his palm caressed her exposed
ass. "But then someone might want to know what is going on. And while I am sure you wouldn't mind
them knowing what a slut you are...my wife might not understand why I am the one you are a slut
for. And you ARE my slut. Aren't you?" he asked as he ran his fingers up and down her cunt to her
asshole and back. He felt her tremble as his forefinger suddenly thrust deep into her pussy. God
she was wet. And hot. And she moaned. "Be quiet. You don't want anyone to come out and find us
here, do you?" he asked her rhetorically, knowing that she wouldn't answer. He fucked two fingers
in and out of her now, feeling her thrust back on them. "MMMmmmmm," he moaned. "Your cunt is so hot
for me. Do you want me to fuck you now? Hmmmm???" "Yes," she panted, "Yes. I want you inside me.
Now. From behind. Fuck me. Hard. And deep. Please." "Now, now, be a good girl," he told her as
calmly as he could with his cock stroking over her engorged pussy lips through the wetness. "Tell
me. Tell me where you want me to come." And he rammed his prick deep into her tightness. They
sighed as one. "You feel so good inside me," she murmured at him. "You feel so good around me," he
growled at her, "I have missed you. And this....TOO much. I know...I am not going to last long this
time." Already he could feel his balls churning. They grunted each time he thrust into her. She
loved this feeling. She loved feeling him inside her. No one got her this turned on. Just him.
Damn, she thought fleetingly, she still loved him. He loved this feeling. Her walls clamped tightly
around him, as if they were made for him, and him alone. Damn, he thought fleetingly, he still
loved her. "Where, damn it. Where do you want me to come?" he asked her again. "Please," she told
him breathily, "Please...come....inside...me...." Oh God, he thought. Inside her. She wants me
inside her. She still loves me. I know it. "I can't wait, love. I...am...going...to....come...." he
stammered with each thrust into her slick and tight cunt. "Come....please...."she answered.
"Come..." And he thrust one last time into her and held it there as, with a muffled yell into her
hair, he felt the semen rocket out of his cock and fill her. She felt it. The throb and pulse of
the jets of come inside her. And it triggered her own orgasm. She screamed into her fist and
collapsed on the trunk of her car as she swore the clouds cleared and the stars came out for one
magical moment. He lay gingerly on her back, feeling himself soften inside her. And she reveled in
the feel of him against her. He finally pulled out and straightened his tunic. He smoothed her gown
down over her exposed bottom. He turned her around and kissed her lightly. Romantically. "I love
you. I have missed you so. We WILL find a way to be together," he told her. "Shouldn't you be
getting back inside?" she asked him. "People will wonder where you are." "Did you hear me? I said
that I love you," he told her testily. "Is THAT what you said?" she challenged him, hating herself
for doing this, but not being able to stop herself. "Perhaps what you meant to say is that you love
fucking me, but you need to get back to your family now." He angrily looked at her. "Happy
Halloween, my lady." "Happy Halloween, milord" she replied distantly, wondering what the hell she
was doing. And reflecting that this was an ugly tangle that no one would come out of intact. He
sighed. He took her hand and lifted it to his lips. "I do love you. And I will call you." "Good
night, milord," she said, withdrawing her hand from his. He turned and walked away. She watched him
go, wondering to herself why she hadn't bothered to tell him that she had her phone number changed.
The moon came out and glistened on her sea-foam green dress. There was a rustling in the nearby
trees as a dark figure emerged. She gasped as she recognized Death. "You had better put your mask
on, my lady, so I do not recognize you again." She choked as she put on her mask. She inhaled
deeply and took Death's arm. "Milord, shall we?" 

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