“I’m not going as an angel.” Mary emphatically shakes her head, displacing her russet red curls then combs them back with her fingers.

“Why not?” Claire replies, placing her hands under the tap, splashing through the running water.

“There will be a million angels. It’s the totally obvious thing to go as.”

“How about the Virgin Mary?” Claire squirts on some soap and continues to wash her hands.

“How droll, my name is Mary and I am a virgin but pale blue does nothing for my complexion. What are you going as, anyway?” Mary scrabbles around at the bottom of her black bag and pulls out a cylinder from its depths.

“Cinderella.” Claire grins, wiping he hands on a paper towel.

“I should have guessed.” Mary rolls her eyes, rolling the deep pink lipstick out of its tube and pressing it to her plump bottom lip. “I am not exactly princess material.”

“Oh, hush, you’re really pretty.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Mary sighs, looking at her reflection, “pretty for a fat girl, I know.”

Claire opens the door and steps out into the corridor, other university students slouch past, laughing and joking “Stop being so down on yourself, I’ve told you about that before.”

“Oh, I know, but it’s so difficult to decide on an outfit, I mean it’s bad enough for a typical Halloween party but when you can only dress up as a good girl or guy it makes it all the more difficult.” Mary frowns.

“Well, you decided we’d go to the church party this year.”

“I know. I don’t like Halloween, I hated that party we went to last year–stupid boys going all out to scare people, I’ve got too big an imagination for listening to horror stories.”

“You’re a scaredy-cat is what you really mean.”

“Exactly.” Mary grins and Claire shakes her head,

“Maybe you could be an animal.”

“I’m not going to go as a chicken!” She exclaims.

“Well no, how about a cat or a horse or a rabbit or something.”

“Thank you for not saying a cow or a pig,” She says sarcastically, “but I’m not exactly a fluffy bunny am I?”

“Well no, but how about a sexier kinda bunny.” “I don’t think dressing up as Playboy bunny will go over too well. (N But actually, wait, maybe there is a sexy bunny I can be.”

“Who?”

“You’ll see,” Mary smiles pushing open the door into her English class, “see you later.”

* * *

“I’m having second thoughts…” Mary sighs

“You can’t” Claire tuts, smoothing down her blue dress. “We’re going to be late as it is and well, what else would you wear?”

“Are you sure it’s not too tight?” She skims her hands down her sides and over her ample hips, the soft red material caressing her hand.

“No, it’s fine, now come on.”

“But does the slit come up too high?” She bends her leg and her bare leg shows through the slit up to her knee.

“No, it’s fine. My Gran wears more revealing dresses than that.”

“Well, if you’re sure…” Mary pulls the freshly straightened red hair down over one eye.

“I’m sure, now come on or there’ll be no buffet left.”

She’d been completely certain that dressing up as Jessica Rabbit was a good idea right up to putting the complete costume together. The long-line red dress left little to the imagination, the gloves that cover most of her arms made her feel classy but having to go braless made her feel less than secure.

She’s even less comfortable when she turns up at the church and heads start to turn. “Erm, who are you?” The vicar asks, beads of sweat forming on his bald pate.

“Jessica Rabbit.”

“Wasn’t she bad?”

“No, I’m just drawn this way.” She grins and he just titters nervously.

“Who are you?” I ask, since he seems to be dressed as himself with a curtain tie back round his waist.

“Friar Tuck, of course.”

“Oh, yes.” She replies, smiling politely and looking down at her red, high-heeled shoes. He makes his excuse and goes off to chat with an angel and a Superman. Mary takes a plate of food and finds a quiet corner. She watches everyone interacting dancing to the music, the flashing lights reflection off hundreds of angelic sequins,

“Are you ready to go yet?” She asks Princess Claire as she waltzes past.

“We’ve only just got here, and besides, I’ve got my eye on a promising Prince Charming.”

“Oh, alright.” She’d walk home on her own but she really is a scaredy-cat and walking across campus at Halloween is never a clever idea. Mary resigns herself to sitting in a corner and not enjoying yet another party. And now she stands carefully, pulling the split material tight together over her knee and takes her plate over to the buffet table. When she reaches her corner again, she finds it occupied by a guy in jeans, T-shirt and pink bunny ears.

“Oh, Jessica, very nice. But I always thought you were, well, kinda naughty.”

“No, Sugar,” Mary purrs, “I’m not bad, just drawn that way.”

“Heh, oh yeah, that’s right.” He chuckles, his eyes roaming up and down Mary’s body, taking in each curve.

“And,” She adds, “Who are you?”

“Oh, yeah.” He blushes, touching the pink ears. “I was all set to stay in and watch scary movies when my best mate decided he had to come here, apparently he’s chasing after some blonde princess. Anyway, horror movies are no fun on your own so I decided to crash the party. I just picked up these from my sisters room, she’s eight. I’m Bugs Bunny.”

“Are you sure?” Mary asks in a moment of braveness. “Because I’ve been looking for my Roger Rabbit every where.”

“Bugs who?” He grins, “Roger, the name is Roger and I’m the bunny for you, Jessica.”

“Roger,” She exclaims, taking a step closer, “I’m so glad you’re here.” Her finger traces the outline of his pink bunny ear.

“So am I,” he groans. “Wanna dance?”

“Sure, Sugar.” Mary replies, taking the proffered hand. “Though I’m not sure how much movement I’ll manage in this dress.” She blushes as she realises how that might sound.

He just grins and wraps an arm around her waist as they reach the dance floor.

“Is it just me,” Mary whispers into her dance partner’s ear, “Or are people staring?”

“Yeah, sorry, I think it’s my ears.” He whispers back, his hand squeezing her hip and making her stomach flip.

“Or my legs.” She mutters.

“Well yes, but who wouldn’t stare? They’re some beautiful legs.”

“Thank you,” she flushes. “I do feel as if this wasn’t quite the most appropriate outfit for a church party, though.”

“I think it’s perfect, God created woman and he thought it was good and that outfit shows off your womanly features perfectly.”

Mary slaps his shoulder and giggles.”Exactly, people are looking at me as if I’m the Whore of Babylon.”

“Jealousy,” He nods, his lips momentarily coming into contact with the flesh on her shoulder. She shivers and he bites his lip. “But if you want to escape, there’s a pile of horror films waiting to be watched at my house.”

“Is there popcorn and a cushion to hide behind during the gory bits?”

“That is a yep to both of those.” He grins.

“Well, lead the way Rodger, I’m sick of all this limelight.”

** *

“Erm, I think I might have to confess something,” Mary turns and smiles weakly as the walk out of the door. “I really can’t watch horror films, they give me nightmares for weeks.”

“Really?” He grins, his pink ears now decorating Mary’s head, making her look even cuter in his opinion. “I’m not a huge fan of them either. But shush, if people found that out, I’d loose all my macho points.”

“Well, I’ve got Madagascar back at my flat waiting to be watched,” she says and then continues to sweeten the deal “and I have pillows and popcorn and no flat mate.” She’s not sure what is making her so incredibly forward and flirtatious tonight but she suspects it may be the dress. She feels so much sexier being Jessica.

“Well, that sounds good to me, less horrifying and with a smaller chance of the, er, film being interrupted.” She looks at him awry, “Yeah,” he pulls on her rabbit ears, “little sisters do often get in the way.”

“That’s one major reason I moved out to go to uni.” A scary thought suddenly hits her. “You’re at the university too, aren’t you?”

“Oh yeah, yeah. First year.” He sighs, “Just sadly stuck at home for the duration.”

“I’d have killed a family member if I stayed home, so I work a part time job and keep clear of prison.” Mary chuckles and as he laughs with her she realises she’s inviting a guy with no name to her home.

“Erm, I guess it’s a little late in the proceedings to ask this, but what, is your name?”

“Oh yeah, I’m Ben and you are?”

“Mary.” She replies, holding out her hand. He takes it and shakes it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Ditto.” She giggles, enjoying the light headed joy of the moment. Sometimes it pays to be forward.

***

“The popping has stopped.” She announces, opening the microwave door and shaking the fat paper bag gingerly between my fingertips. “Let the movie commence.”

Mary walks over and sits down on the single bed, her back to the wall, next to Ben, who points the remote at the TV which breaks into life.

“Good popcorn.” He grins, pressing his fingers into the bag again and brushing against her hand.

“Thank you, it took me ages to prepare.” They smile at each, both uncertain of what might happen next, both longing for more, yet hesitant to press forward.

An eerie moaning sound comes to them through the door and suddenly there is an almighty banging and whooping that scares the popcorn right out of Mary’s hand and all over the floor.

“Shit.” She yells, grabbing onto Ben’s arm.

“It’s okay. It’s just guys mucking about.”

She hears the laughter as it echoes down the corridor and she flushes, shaking her head.

“I told you I was a scaredy-cat, didn’t I?”

He nods, his hand now resting on the top of her arm, hers still gripping on to him for dear life.

“Yeah, but it’s okay, I’ll protect you.” He leans in and Mary watches as his lips come closer and closer then touch her own. It is the spark they needed to take action. As their lips come together their bodies follow and their arms snake around each other, stroking and caressing.

His fingers reach up into her hair, stroking it out of the way. Their mouths meld to each other, her body turns away from the wall and he pushes her lower and lower till she is lying flat on the bed and he is towering over her.

They pant, held in this intimate position. Mary bites her bottom lip and wonders what will happen next. She raises her hand to his face and caresses him. She frowns as the silken material of her long-length gloves prevent her from feeling his skin beneath her fingers.

He nips at her fingers with his teeth and grasps the material of the middle finger of her glove. She gently pulls back and the silken material travels up her arm until her hand is free and her glove is hanging from between his lips. She removes it, throwing it over her head and sensuously runs her other gloved fingers over his lips. He nips again and captures the glove, the action repeated and this time, as the glove leaves his mouth, he plunges his head forward and captures her mouth with his own.

His kisses slip sexily down her cheek to her neck. He nibbles and sucks, eager and excited by her moans that whisper past his ear. He kisses lower, feeling the flutter of her pulse as she arches her neck back, offering her body to him. He nibbles lower until he is pressed against the material of her dress. His lips linger in the centre of the material wall, just between her red covered breasts. She arches her back and his hand slips underneath her. Coaxing her higher with his kisses, he captures the zip and eases it down her back, giving him the freedom to move the material down and off her breasts.

She holds her breath as her breasts wobble and settle into their natural and less perky positions but his visage of glazed lust does not change. His kisses continue down into her cleavage, pausing only to decide which soft hillock to climb. His hand gently cups one breast and squeezes reverently as his lips seek out and find the puckered nub of the other.

Mary groans, her mind and body zinging with pleasure. Ben’s lips are pumping ecstasy into her body, filling her up, priming her for an explosion. He breaks his grip, sits back and strips off his shirt.

“I need to feel my skin caressing yours.” He groans, pressing his chest down on hers and reaching for her lips. As they kiss, her hands run down his back and clasp at his trousers. He lifts up and her hands slip round him, nervously popping open the button and pulling down the zip.

She pulls away from his kiss,

“I’ve never…” She starts,

“No, neither have I.” He replies.

“Really?” Mary is surprised. He’s so handsome and confident, how can he still be a virgin? He rolls to his side, on the very edge of the small bed.

“Really,” he replies. “I was just, well, I got carried away, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No. Oh hell, no,” she rolls to her side and runs a hand up and down Ben’s arm. “Quite the opposite, actually.”

She blushes, lowering her eyes.

“Well, we can stop you know, right now, or we can, you know, find out what comes next.”

Mary looks up, “I don’t think I want to stop, Ben.”

“Good, neither do I,” he grins. “But we can stop at any time, right?”

“Yeah.” She smiles. “Oh, yeah.”

He is poised above her, looking down into her bright eyes and thanking his lucky stars that he agreed to go out tonight. He leans in and kisses her as she slips his trousers lower. He shakes his legs, one at a time till the jeans pool around his feet and he can slip them off completely. She wiggles her hips and he feels her against his hard cock. She places her hands on hr hips and tugs the material down stopping at her thighs. “Let me help.” He smiles, leaning back on his knees and taking the material bunched material in his hands. He pulls it down, scooching back till he can pull it away. He moves back between her thighs and quickly bends down to kiss her once more. Their bodies mould together, two thin pieces of material the only things left to save their modesty.

The door is rattled once more, thumped and screamed at, making Mary scream and jump forward, clinging to Ben. Her flesh shakes with shock and fear. Laughter echoes down the corridor and Ben holds her tight.

“Bloody wankers,” he curses. “Scared the life out of me then.”

“Me too,” Mary lets out a shuddering breath. “But I think you could’ve guessed that.” She laughs and loosens her grip on his shoulders, kissing his collarbone and smiling.

“Roll on Christmas.” Ben chuckles and Mary nods her head. “Oh yes. I like Christmas.”

“Although, this Halloween is turning out to be pretty good, I have to say.” He smirks, running a hand down her skin and resting on her hip.

“I agree,” She gasps as he pushes her back to the bed and continues to kiss down her body, her flesh coming alive once more. Like static on a TV screen, her skin jumps and fizzes where his lips land. Quickly they sink down to her breasts and lower to her stomach. She holds her breath, conscious about her belly that wobbles and gives as he kisses. His groans of approval wipe all doubt from her mind and she concentrates on all the positive sensations flooding her body.

Mary gasps as his hand grasps the edge of her knickers. He slips them down a fraction and looks into her eyes. She nods slightly, giving him permission to slip them further. He takes that permission and slowly edges the red satin down off her hips. She spreads her thighs a little as he pulls lower and she feels from her feminine lips and drags them down to her ankles where he pulls them away.

Mary shivers, part in fear of the unknown but mostly in anticipation. He presses his body along her leg, enveloping it in a body-tight hug and seeking out her sweet, plump lips once more. She moans as his hands slip down between their bodies and gasps as his trembling fingers probe into her fine pubic hair. Mary automatically spreads her thighs to let his fingers slip lower. She presses her mouth more eagerly into his, her hand resting on his shoulder grasping tight as his touch sends pulses of delight screaming up and down every neural pathway available.

“I want to touch you.” She whispers, gently stroking a hand through his hair as his head rests on her hips. He doesn’t really want to stop exploring her, but can hear the desire in her voice and feels compelled to obey her wish. He moves up beside her, hands skimming over hip and breast as he rises. He allows her to pull the boxers down off his hips, then scissors his legs and shakes the boxers off his feet

She stares in wonder at his straining cock. “It’s beautiful.” She coos, moving down the bed, letting him roll to his back and climbing between his thighs. “Is it painful?” she lies between his legs, her breasts pressed into the bed, her hands cupping her chin. “I mean it looks so red and angry.”

“Not painful, no, kind of uncomfortable and full but not painful in a bad way.”

“Can I…?” Her cheeks flush but her eyes do not leave the stiffened rod of flesh before her. She is fascinated by its weeping tip and the raised veins that run up and down it.

“Please.” He replies and she smiles, looking up at him, melting his heart with her innocent joy. She reaches out a finger and cautiously strokes it down the side of him. He groans and she gasps as the flesh shudders under her touch. She strokes up and down, so gently at first then with a little more pressure. Wrapping her hand around him, she feels his girth and he has to bite his lip against the rising desire that her hesitant touch on his most private bits encourages.

“Tell me if I’m hurting you,” She says, stroking her fist up and down his cock, feeling the wetness seeping onto her knuckles.

“It feels so good,” he groans. “Don’t worry, it can take a lot of pressure.” She glances up. He’s propped up on his elbows watching her. He grins. “Well, I’ve handled it myself a time or two.”

She chuckles then impulsively drops a kiss on the very tip of him. She has read about blow jobs and sex in general in teenage books and heard bits from her friends. But apart from a sketchy idea of what goes where, this is completely new territory for her.

She’d always been a bit shy and had only experienced her first kiss at the age of 17, with a lovely boy from her church who wouldn’t go any further than French kissing. That was all very nice but now, well now she simply wants more.

Her lips slip around the tip and slide down his cock as she takes the top into her stretched mouth. She gently sucks and he groans, flopping back down on the bed, his body stiffening as she lifts her lips up then shuffles them down once more.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come,” he groans. She is torn, wanting to continue, to taste him, to feel his come in her mouth. But she also has a desire for more, to feel this hard shaft stretching her. She stops and he lets out a shuddering breath. His body is screaming for release but his mind and soul are relieved, desiring so much more before giving in to orgasm.

“I want to taste you.” He blurts out, his desires overcoming his shyness.

Ben rolls to his side, allowing her to slip up beside him. Then leaning in to kiss her he is thrilled to taste his saltiness on her lips before pulling her thighs apart and climbing between them. He lies flat as she did, his erection digging into the soft duvet before hitting the harder mattress, causing him to wince but he moves till he’s comfortable and then runs a finger down her slit, separating her lips and making her yelp in surprise.

Looking closely at her he notes the moistness making her red lips shine like rubies. He doesn’t know much about female anatomy, but he is looking forward to learning. Ben slips out his tongue and tentatively presses towards the wet hole between her plump lips. As he laps up and then down, she squeals at this new touch. Ben retracts his tongue and tastes her. So sweet and yet musky her taste is as alluring as her scent and he places his face closer to her pussy and laps again, higher and lower this time.

Mary grips the duvet as he arouses her. She has masturbated many times and knows how to bring herself to orgasm, but she’s never teased herself like this. When she pleasures herself she ignores her lips and her hole, just pressing her clit till the explosion dashes her senses. But his gentle exploration is setting her whole pussy on fire, his occasional contact with her clit making her squeeze her thighs around him.

Ben soon realises the places to caress to give her the most pleasure. As he experiments with lapping, licking and sucking, he is rewarded with more sweet nectar which covers his cheeks and nose as he strives to please her all the more.

“I’m going to come,” she groans. “Oh Ben, I’m going to…”

She does not finish her sentence as the orgasm rips through her, throwing her head back and arching her pelvis up in its intensity. He sucks on her clit as she throbs around him, her juices soaking his chin as she shudders and stills. He reluctantly ceases his lapping and sucking when she begins to pull back from his touch.

“Too sensitive,” she explains, as he kneels between her thighs, his rampant cock straining and weeping, eager for satisfaction.

“I want you,” he moans, an unasked question shining in his eyes.

She hesitates, but only for a moment. “I want you, too,” “But have you got anything?” She blushes, which is silly considering how intimate the scene is.

“Yeah, in my pants, hang on.” He leaps to the floor and grabs his pants, pulling out his wallet.

“Mum is all kinds of embarrassing with this stuff,” he grins, “but I’m now glad she gave me these.” He pulls out a small packet.

“Seems sensible to me.”

“The most embarrassing thing was,” he says ripping into the packet, “her insisting I practised getting one on.”

Mary giggles as Ben’s prick wilts somewhat. “But it’s going to come in handy now.” She smiles and is rewarded by his cock bobbing to a straining attention once more. She watches as he takes the plastic loop and with both hands, then smoothes and eases it onto his hardness. She claps and he bows, laughing, both of them relishing the slight break in tension.

They become serious as he strides back over to the bed. She spreads her thighs and invites him in. He climbs over her leg and positions himself on his knees.

“Are you sure?” He whispers looking down into her soft, green eyes.

“Sure,” she whispers, pulling his head down to hers and capturing his lips for a kiss. He breaks from her kiss and nods, taking his cock in one hand he presses forward, finding her hole quickly and just begging entrance. He slips in slowly but easily, his oral technique having lubricated her thoroughly.

He continues to nudge in and soon he is completely enveloped by her sweet pussy.

“Okay?” he whispers, she smiles and nods.

“Very.” He leans down and kisses her gently on the lips as he pulls back and plunges in again. Their eyes close and both virgins concentrate on enjoying these new, exciting vibrations, tremors and explosions. Mary feels her muscles as they expand and contract, sending waves of pleasure to her brain and her soul. She feels complete as he pumps into her.

Ben enjoys the massaging of her sweet pussy as it squeezes then releases his cock as it rocks in and out. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer, the pleasure is tightening his balls and filling his mind, exploding his soul.

“Mary!” he cries, holding still, his cock throbbing and pulsing as he ejaculates. Her pussy vibrates with shared pleasure as he comes and collapses onto her chest. She wraps her arms around him and holds him tight, feeling his heart hammering just as hers, his cock slipping from between her lips.

“Sorry.” He whispers and Mary wrinkles her brow,

“For what?”

“For being so, you know, quick.”

“Don’t worry. You can make it up to me later.” She laughs and strokes his hair.

He grins and rolls off her, onto his side nudging her towards the edge. She clings on for dear life as her bottom hangs off the side of the tiny single bed. She swings her top leg over his thigh and hangs on to him, enjoying the bodily contact.

“Ben,” her voice has a questioning hint.

“Mmm?” He is too replete to say anything more.

“Was that sinning?”

“Eh?”

“Well, you know, we’re not married.”

“No, that’s true.”

“And that’s a sin right?”

“Hmm, I guess. but you know, maybe you don’t need to be married exactly, just like, committed.”

“We met all of, ooh, three maybe four hours ago.” Mary sighs, her brow wrinkling. She had always been determined to stay a virgin until she was married but now look at her. One man shows her a bit of sexual attention and she gives in.

“But I really was committed to having sex with you.” He rolls over and grabs her round the waist as she throws her arm down, punching his shoulder.

“No, seriously…” she continues and he buts in. “What if it is a sin? We’re forgiven, right?”

“Yeah, but just doing something naughty and excusing it like that, well, that’s not right either.” She sits up, nibbling on her bottom lip. “I always wanted to save this for my husband but I’ve given in to temptation.”

“Look,” Ben places a hand on her shoulder, forcing her to look at him. “Did you enjoy what we just did?” “Oh, yeah.” She blushes. “Did we hurt anyone? Did we tell any lies?” “No, of course not.” “Well then, how can something so beautiful, so good be wrong?”

Mary contemplates the idea, running round in her mind until she comes to a conclusion.

“I don’t think it was wrong. I don’t feel like it was wrong and I don’t see any sign from God telling me it’s wrong, so maybe it’s not a sin.” “I think you’re right.” Ben replies a relieved smile curling his lips.

“And this isn’t a one night stand.” Mary says, then looks at him seriously, “it isn’t is it?” “Oh no. I want to do this over and over again.” He grins and then adds, “not just the sex thing, no. I like being with you, I want to get to know you even better.” “Right answer.” She giggles, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

“We can go as slowly as you like.” He holds her tightly, cradling her against his chest. “I don’t think all of you agrees with that.” She smiles brushing along the side of his hardening cock with her fingers.

“He just wants to see more of the beautiful lady.” Ben jokes and she giggles, the tension broken.

“He is very eager, I like it.” She kisses Ben’s neck, revelling in his closeness and wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

“I like it too.” He moans, stroking her back. “I just thought of something.” Mary says, continuing to stroke his cock, “We’re made in God’s image, right?”

Ben nods, holding in a whimper of pleasure, “And sex is all about worshipping and revering the body, right?”

“Yes,” Ben gulps, “as I understand it.”

“Then essentially we are worshipping God, that can’t be a sin.”

“I quite agree.” He smiles, kissing her cheek. She moves her head round, their faces meeting lip to lip.

“Now we’ve got that sorted,” She growls as their lips part for breath, “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Oh yes,” he growls, as the door rattles and the fake ghosties howl along the corridor, not raising an eyebrow of either lover, “Oh, yes, yes, yes.”