Chapter 12
Chapter
Twelve
We went viral all right. Viral enough that there is now a trending costume of Lois, the crazy HOA lady. It’s the scariest costume I’ve ever seen.
It’s really late by the time the last picture is snapped. Not only were there a ton of people but everyone wanted to chat about the incident. Which is really kind, but took forever. At last, the crowd is gone, and the quiet is deafening after all these weeks.
The porta potty and tent will be picked up tomorrow.
The next owners will have to deal with the trampled lawn after I sell this place.
Because I know despite no one believing Lois, we still need to move somewhere where BJ will be safe.
It’s only a matter of time until our luck runs out, and I’m not willing to gamble any more on his future. Our future.
All that’s left is to relax before Halloween tomorrow. And I have big plans for my favorite day of the year.
I’m known all through the neighborhood as the place to go for Trick or Treat. I’m not the lady with the good candy. I’m not even the lady with the king sized candy bars. I’m the lady with the treat bags.
Kids come from miles around to stop at my house. I have bags for littles, bags for kiddos with allergies, bags for kiddos with sensory needs, bags for big kids, and even bags for parents. Everyone who comes to my house gets a treat—no tricks here, and no one is excluded.
And that means I’ll have to work hard to get the bags assembled tonight. This year, I just ordered everything online since there was no time to shop. I’ll put a scary movie on in the tent, and I can cuddle up with BJ while I put them together. I can’t think of a better way to end the season.
I go out to the fence and change out the numbers on my sign to say zero more days til Halloween. I feel a little nostalgic at the end of the most amazing month of my life. There were some scary moments, like real life scary, but still wonderful.
I fall into what has become my nighttime ritual. Get ready for bed, lock up the house and go out to the tent through the garage. I snag BJ’s final costume on the way.
He’s already waiting for me, nest ready. I crawl into the pile of pillows and blankets and stretch like a cat.
“What a day.” I smile up at him. “Tomorrow will be the best. We’ll make the treat bags up and eat candy and then when the sun sets, we can hand them out to all the kids.
I love to see everyone’s costumes and how, for one night, you can be anyone.
Any dream is okay. You can be silly or scary or sexy or sweet. ”
I reach up and pat the rib that has always been just a little bit off, remembering the day I put him together. “You’ve always been sexy and sweet, my darling skeleton.”
He nods and boops my nose, his eyes flashing stars at me.
I laugh, “Silly now, too? Then let’s start out with a silly remake of Frankenstein. This is one of my favorites.”
I lean against him while putting the bags together. I don’t need to watch the movie, I have the whole thing memorized.
His large frame shakes when I laugh, and I love that he’s enjoying one of my favorite movies just as much as I am. His personality has grown so much over the past few weeks.
He’s kind and funny and very interested in anything and everything I do. Particularly when it comes to giving me pleasure. And he definitely gets points in the creativity department.
By the time the movie is over, I glance at my watch and say, “Oh, Mr. Bongjangles, it’s after midnight. That means it’s officially Halloween!”
He nods at me, and his LED eyes shift to little pumpkins.
“Oh, I love it!” I laugh.
He sweeps me in for a kiss, all questing teeth and hard edges. I lose myself to the moment, forget about HOAs and Lois and Spooky Bitches. I don’t worry about yesterday or tomorrow, just let myself feel this moment. Breathe him in. Surrender myself to his kiss, to his giant hands wrapped around me.
I kiss him until I’m breathless and needy and wriggling, then pull back and say, “Don’t get me wrong, I cannot begin to tell you how much I love being with you and how good you make me feel. I just wish that I could make you feel good, too.”
He squeezes my ass and I laugh. “I know you’re enjoying it, but I want you to feel how much I love you.”
I said it, out loud. Breathed life into the feelings that have been thrumming through my veins as if pushed out into every cell of my body by each beat of my heart.
And I’m not embarrassed or worried because the word came out as naturally as the feelings.
As if loving him is as easy as loving Halloween.
His eyes turn to hearts, and my throat goes thick as I realize we just said our first I love you.
As he slips my clothes off, now an expert at undressing me, my breath quickens. When he lays me on my back and drags the vampire teeth we never took off down my body, I moan when one fang crests over my pebbled nipple.
He massages my breasts with his hands, eclipsing my body with his skeletal frame rising above me and then continues his slow descent down my body. Those damned fangs trace every curve and dip from the sensitive curve under my breast, to the dip of my belly button, and up over the curve of my belly.
When his head dips lower yet, I bend my knees and spread my legs wide to accommodate his large skull.
He slides his hands up my legs, sensually dragging the tip of each phalange over my shivering calves, behind my sensitive knees, and up over my quivering thighs to spread me open with his thumbs. He stares at my core like I hold the secrets to all time.
Just as I’m about to beg for him to break the anticipation that’s so thick I can hardly breathe, he dives in to feast on me. Despite not having a tongue, he still has me squirming in minutes as he devours my pleasure like it's the magic that makes him sentient and he’d die without more.
He slips in one long bony finger and although it's incredible, I’m aching for more. I want him on top of me. Inside me.
“BJ,” I pant. “I need you inside me so bad.”
He looks down to where his finger is disappearing into my sopping pussy, plunges a second one in and then looks back up at me, tilting his head, as if to ask if that’s enough.
“I wish you had a dick bone,” I explain. “Shit, what’s it called?”
It’s hard to think with his phalanges plunging in and out of me, each swell of the knuckle bones rubbing over a spot inside that makes my toes curl. What am I supposed to be thinking of? It’s hard to process when pleasure is already curling in my belly.
“A baculum,” I cry out, the word coming to me as my hips thrust up to meet him. Oh why couldn’t he have come with a dick bone. I guess that would have really got Lois’s goat. “Oh, I wish you had a baculum so you could fuck me.”
He freezes, and I whimper in frustration.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, craning my head up to see why he’s pulled his hand away.
His eyes drop down to his pelvis as he rises to his knees.
I follow his gaze, then stare in fascination as an articulated skeletal cock arises from his pelvis like a fern unfurling. I murmur, “A Halloween wish come true.”
The words are barely out of my mouth when one large hand fists into the back of my hair and he tilts my head up to look in his smoldering LED eyes.
I lick my lips. “Oh, Mr. Bonejangles. I have to touch you. I need to taste you.”
He nods and slowly brings my head down toward the still unfurling appendage with shaking hands. In fact, a fine tremor runs through his entire skeletal frame. His new bone bobs towards me in the air as if he is just as excited as I am for me to touch him.
I reach out with greedy hands and run them up and down the knobby bones of the shaft, feeling him shudder as my fingers trace over each dip and swell.
I’ve never seen anything like it. Almost like a spine, yet no sharp edges.
With each touch it continues to grow until finally it reaches its full, enormous length.
I pump his bony shaft, twisting my hands right over the widest part of the skull-like bulbous head where the sensitive spot on a man would be, and his hips buck wildly. Excitement courses through me, sweeter than Halloween. More thrilling than the best haunted house. My mouth waters at the sight.
“Finally, I get to make you feel as good as you have been making me feel,” I tell him.
I run my hands up and down, playing with soft and hard touches, rubbing and twisting motions, taking my turn to see what he seems to like. I study his every tremor and hip thrust, cataloging what he likes just as he has done so many times for me.
And no surprise, he likes it all. Especially when I bend down to taste him. I start at the base and slide my tongue up the underside, over each vertebral projection while staring straight into his LED eyes. When I get to the head, I swirl my tongue around its base, and his fist spasms in my hair.
With a moan, I slide the tip of my tongue along the small suture like slit I find at the very top.
He shudders so hard I think the ground moves, but I still take my time, now using my hands and mouth to map this unfamiliar territory.
I run my mouth and tongue over every inch, groaning at the textures in my mouth.
As I move my mouth back up to try to take the enormous head in my mouth, precum floods over my tongue. I pull back to look at him, and with a voice full of wonder I exclaim, “BJ! You’re pumpkin spice flavored.”
He shrugs, and then his shoulders shake in silent laughter as I dive back down to fasten my mouth to him once more. I lick and rub and pull at this amazing appendage, lapping up his flavor, sucking and milking for all I’m worth to get more and more of his pumpkin spice cum in my mouth.
He’s no longer laughing when he pulls me off with a pop and hurriedly pushes me back down onto the pile of pillows.
I let out a little, “Oof” but can’t help smiling at his enthusiasm.