Happy Halloween – Trick or Treat Him

I broke up with my idiot boyfriend of two years. As much as it bothered me to be apart, no one in my family cared. My big sister, Liz, would tell me she was waiting for me to snap out of it. Then she’d use the “you’re too good for him” speech. I hated that shit. It made me feel like she looked down on people even though she denied doing so.

Walt and I met while he was walking down the street in front of my mother’s house. Liz claimed that should have been the first red flag. At that time I was only nineteen and wasn’t doing too much either besides a part-time job at a movie theater and school. Walt did nothing. The worst part was that he was four years older than me. But damn was he fine.

It’s been said that looks fade and it is completely true. However, I was willing to go through a lot for that smile, those abs, and back-cracking sex. I was a late bloomer compared to my peers and being that he was my first, I was more attached to his familiar touch than anything else. After the first year and a half, I saw him with new lenses. I wanted him to want more for himself instead of going to school with me only to pretend he was a student. As crazy as it was, I stood up for him to my family.

Another six months, the future would play repeatedly in my mind. All I could see was me working my ass off and Walt being at home with our kids doing the same nothing he’d always done. My vision was so clear that it showed me the filthy house and dirty kids running around since he was responsible for those jobs. If it was up to him, he could sit around every day and dream about a life he never lifted a finger to pursue. That nightmare brought me back to reality. I’d be damned if that’s what would become of my life. So, I broke it off soon after our two-year anniversary.

He took it hard but my possible future took it harder. I had to make some major changes in how I looked at men after that. My sister would try to hook me up with her husband’s friends. I wasn’t up to it.

Whenever she came to our mother’s house with my niece and nephew, she scolded me for moping. The cloud over me wasn’t for the man, better yet, the boy I broke up with. I was lonely as hell. My parents divorced when I was in middle school. Dad was controlling and Momma was not one to be controlled. They couldn’t make it work. As much as it hurt when it happened, they both had been so much happier since they split and turned out to be much better parents for it. Plus, twice the gifts for birthdays and Christmas.

Our mother was booked to the capacity. She still worked but she partied too. Yes at her age she was getting it in. My momma looked damn good and she knew it. I loved how much she enjoyed life and that she actually had one. But in the end, it left my ass at home alone too often for comfort. I used to spend all of my time with Walt and his family since he still lived at home too. That was Liz’s second red flag speech.

My sister would claim that all I needed was to get some and I would be up and running. Like that’d ever happen. I was not a one-night stand type of girl. Even though I was soon to be twenty-two, random sex didn’t excite me like other girls my age. The club scene was overrated with all the loud music that I didn’t even listen to and dudes coming up behind me if they saw an inkling of my ass move to the beat. Then their junk would be rubbing against me. It was disgusting.

I got a call from Liz begging me to take the kids to a harvest thing at their school. It was basically trick-or-treating the Friday before Halloween. She wasn’t in the mood for the crowded hallways, but she also didn’t want to let the kids down. It wasn’t like I had anything better to do.

My niece, Alana, dressed up as a ninja and my nephew, Jared, only wore a mask. He was ten going on thirty and was so over school functions. I was with him, but I knew it would make my niece happy and I’d get first dibs on their candy for having to do this.

We arrived early and it was packed. I loved my niece and nephew but I secretly hated kids. I never considered having any of my own especially if Walt was the father. Either way, kids were little jerks that I couldn’t slap when they crossed me. I hated it. Not all kids were like that, but the ones I came across deserved a kick in the ass that I couldn’t deliver because of their age. That shit should take into account the age they were acting with all the foul language and grown ass attitudes.

Admittedly, the school was decorated very well and the kids really came to show out. I saw costumes I wouldn’t have dreamed of wearing at their age. If it wasn’t the gory masks and makeup, it had to be the shoes the girls wore. This was elementary and their style was better than mine at twenty-two. When you see an eight-year-old with some shoes you’d make a note to find in your size, something was wrong.

Alana pulled me into the gym where there were many tables and games set up for the kids to play and get prizes. It filled up quickly and I felt the sweat coming. It was partially from all the body heat and partially my small case of claustrophobia. The kids were rude as hell running over my feet and then the parents running after them. Some of the parents held up the wall while their kids ran amok. It was too much, but I agreed to it no matter how much I wanted to get the hell out of there.

After about twenty or so minutes, we went down a hall where there were even more activities in the classrooms. Again Alana was pulling me through the crowd. We’d wait in line for a couple of minutes and move on to the next one. The fifth room was run by Mr. Donovan, the music teacher, so I was told.

I would have been the lead singer in the choir if my music teacher looked like that. He must have been an R&B crooner in another life. He has a smooth voice accompanied by a smile that should be on the dentist’s wall. His hair wasn’t crazy like everyone was doing it these days. It was a clean cut with some wave action. I even noticed the sexiest flat mole on his left temple. He was gorgeous and for some reason, he was looking at me like he knew me.

“You aren’t their mom, right? I met her before,” he said to me while Alana was taking her turn at the bean bag toss into the spooky decorated board.

“No, I’m their aunt.”

“Oh, okay. That explains the resemblance.”

“Yeah, people used to say my parents had the same kid twice when I came along.”

“Cool. So, you’re on kid duty tonight?” he asked.

“Yeah, my sister and brother-in-law couldn’t make it. So, auntie swooped in for the rescue. They didn’t want to miss this.”

“Well, I so glad they didn’t.”

I felt a tug on my arm. It was Alana again. The two of them were done playing and ready to move on. I told the teacher goodbye and we went on down the hall. Another hour had passed and it was time to finally go home. The school did a Trick-or-Treat hall where the students held out their bags at about ten stations and the volunteers, both adults and teens, handed out fistfuls of candy. It was too much for my comfort, but I didn’t have to deal with the inevitable tummy aches and dentist work. My only job was to make sure they had fun. That they did.

The next day I talked to my sister on the phone about the music teacher who was too fine to stay off my mind. I didn’t like it. The way he looked at me kept me up all night thinking about what I could do to him. Liz absolutely remembered him. She claimed he was the type of man she had to avoid looking toward at all cost. Otherwise, she’d get caught in a daze. She was crazy, but I believed her.

Liz said he was a great music teacher and directed the choir that Alana had joined last year. Her first suggestion was to hook me up with Mr. Donovan. I wouldn’t allow it. Not that I was insecure or anything, but he looked too good to be the faithful type and I didn’t want to be in competition with him. Hell, I feel like I needed to lose about ten pounds just to get on his level. And I loved my body.

My brother-in-law invited me to a Halloween party that he and Liz would have to skip because of the kids. All I wanted to do was watch kiddie Halloween movies like Twitches and Hocus Pocus with a bowl of popcorn in one hand and a margarita in the other. I told him I wasn’t up for a party. Then he asked if I’d take the kids out so they could go. I should have seen that one coming. Again, I agreed but they had to stock up on tequila and popcorn if they were going to be out late. Another date with my favorite little people. The good thing was that I’d still get to watch my movies with them.

Halloween night arrived and my brother-in-law got sick that morning. Their party plans were off, but the kids still wanted their cool aunt to take them out instead of their lame mom. That was my explanation to my sister. So, around 6:30 PM we went to hit the neighbors up for some sweets. The kids knew who had the best candy by tradition so we stopped at select houses. It seemed that the ones with the most decorations had the good stuff.

On the further end of this walk, we stopped at a house that didn’t have more than a few pumpkins on each side of the front door. Jared said it was where one of their teachers lived and he always gave out king-sized candy bars. I didn’t get candy for myself, but if there were Twix, I was going to stick my hand in the bowl.

Alana knocked on the door and they did their same old “Trick-or-Treat” chant. When the door opened, there stood Mr. Donovan. A smile grew on his face that never left the entire time. He handed each kid a candy bar. One large Snickers and one large Butterfinger. He asked if I wanted one, I told him my preference and he said he’d look. Half a minute and awkward looks from the kids later, out he came with a Twix in his hand. He said, they were in his secret stash that he kept for himself, which explained what took him so long. We walked away, but I felt his eyes on me while other kids walked past us to get to his door.

We were done before 8 PM. Jared refused to stop until he had an overflowing bucket. For his grown acting self, candy brought that sweet kid back to Earth. Liz gave me that “why the hell did you let them get that much candy?” glare when we walked into the house. Not my kids, not my problem. They went upstairs to change clothes as Liz requested.
I told her about the teacher again before she snatched my candy from me. It was both of our favorite candy. She was about to open the package before stopping and squealing.

“What is wrong with you, crazy girl?” I asked.

She turned the candy bar around and a phone number was written on the back next to a “call me” note. I snatched it back.

“That dude puts his number on the back of candy bars? What a weirdo,” I said.

“Now, you know damn well he put it there only for you.”

“I don’t care. I told you I am not ready for all that yet.”

Liz rolled her eyes.

“Girl, you are still young and beautiful. Hell, so is he. It’s not like he will ask you to marry him. Just talk to the man.”

“I won’t even know what to say. You know how I am.”

“Let him do most of the talking then. My best advice is to talk about things your ass wipe of an ex wouldn’t understand. Like work, honesty, and anything regarding adulthood.”

“You are so mean. Leave him alone.”

“No, your ass should’ve left him alone the first time you laid eyes on him.”

“Are we really doing this again?”

“Okay, okay. I’m sorry. You’re right. On to the next. Mr. Donovan can help take your mind off of him anyway.”

“Fine, you bully. I will call him tomorrow.”

“Ugh, you are such a liar.”

“What?”

She took the candy bar back and walked into the kitchen. When she took her phone from her purse, I knew what she was trying to do. I chased her around the island.

“You’d better not, Lizard. I’m not playing.”

She hated when I called her that and I regretted it. That insulted expression meant trouble. She managed to dial the number while I chased her.

“Hi! Mr. Donovan. This is Elizabeth, Jared and Alana’s mom. My sister was too chicken to call you so I did it for her. Here she is.”

Then my sister handed me the phone.

“I know you’re joking.”

After she pressed the speaker button, I realized that her crazy ass actually called him. I grabbed the phone and minutes later I had a date for the night. Liz was more excited than I was. Why did I agree to go anywhere? I wasn’t even home to get ready in time. He wanted to pick me up in an hour since his candy supply was almost out.

Mr. Donovan arrived at my sister’s house right on time. By then, I’d thrown on a pair her jeans and boots with a sweater that still had a tag on it. She tried to stop me but this was her fault and the sweater was cuter on me. I wasn’t giving it back either.

When he came to the door, he greeted Liz and told us to call him by his first name, Miles. I rushed us out of the house before my she said anything to embarrass me. Miles drove us to a bar and grill spot nearby. It had a decent amount of people inside and some were even dressed up. They must’ve had party plans after dinner.

We sat at a table near the bar and the fun began. There were some Halloween-themed shots that we sampled. One was caramel apple flavored. I had about three of those suckers. I wasn’t too hungry so we ordered an appetizer platter with some of everything on it. Miles was funny and knew everyone in there. He had to have been a regular. I felt out of place at first.

After an hour, I was feeling too good. Liquor was not my friend with the drought I’d been in and Miles looking the way he did wasn’t helping. He told me about breaking up with a girlfriend a month ago, so we were in the same boat. I spoke very little of Walt, but enough for Miles to know what I didn’t like in a man.

He asked me if I wanted to have some fun tonight. I told him I was down for anything since I was liquored up. Then he sat in the chair next to me. The body heat was intense and I couldn’t deny that I wanted him. But on the first night?

Miles quickly changed my mind with those damn eyes and constantly licking his lips. Next thing I knew we were kissing at the table. When his hands went up my back beneath my sweater, I had to stop him. He apologized and asked if I wanted to get out of there. I agreed. On the drive to his place, he claimed to be a real freak. Whatever that meant. As long he didn’t go near my ass, we should be good.

When we made it, he moved too fast. It was like he either wanted to get it over with or he was limited on time. Maybe he was seeing someone else and I was just someone to past the time with. I couldn’t tell and I didn’t like it. When we made it to his bed, I barely saw the place. We’d been sloppily kissing since we walked in.

“Slow down,” I told him, taking a step back.

He chuckled. “Hey, I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

“Really? I thought you said you just broke up with your girlfriend a month ago.”

“That’s a long time for me. Plus she held out in the end. But something about you has me boiling on the inside in a good way.”

“Okay. But can we do this slowly?”

I moved toward him and took his arms to wrap around my body. Then I put my arms around his neck. While we were face to face, I kissed him softly.

“Like this,” I told him.

“Got it.”

That grin of his was worth forgiving what would have been a trip to one-minute land. I could tell we were heading there, Walt was the same way some nights. I didn’t come here for that.
I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor. Damn! Talk about washboard abs. He was getting it. In less than a minute we were both fully undressed as he lay me down on his bed. I wished I’d had more to drink. The fact that I was about to sleep with another man was messing with my head, then his fingers took the anxiety away. The way he looked at me was sexy as hell.

Miles asked if I was ready and I said yes. He put on a condom and entered my body. It took a few strokes before it felt like anything. He stopped after a few seconds and closed his eyes. If he came I would kick him in his useless balls. He started kissing me again but this time he was back to his sloppy ways. At this point it didn’t matter, he was doing his thing and it made me melt.

One minute later, he turned into a horny dog just humping rapidly. I screamed more for pain than pleasure. He was working with much more than the average man. With all of that, it was over as soon as it started. I didn’t want to be rude and say what I really felt. Then again, he said it had been a while.

“Don’t worry. We’re not done,” he said before pulling out and kissing me hard.

Maybe he saw the disappointed look on my face. I didn’t know what to do when he got up so I stayed there in bed. He walked to the bathroom and came back with a small bottle of lube.

“What the hell are you about to do with that?” I asked, sitting up quickly.

“You’ll see.”

His disclaimer of being a real freak popped in my head. I was afraid I was about to find out what that meant. Miles got back on top and began kissing me like he was already up for round two. What a bounce back? He owed me a good one for whatever just happened.

He leaned over and grabbed the lube from the nightstand then opened a drawer and pulled out a strap with a big ass dildo on it.

“Uh-uh, you ain’t putting that in me.”

He laughed like he heard a punchline. I wasn’t joking. I didn’t know where that thing had been. He wasn’t about to break my goodies with that monster.

“Of course not. It’s for you to wear when you do me.”

“W-what?”

“Yeah. I told you I was a freak.”

He smiled like freak has this shit listed under its definition.

“No, I think you’re confused as fuck. I’m out.”

I could not get out of there fast enough. He tried to stop me, but I managed to leave since he could get dressed faster than me. That shit wasn’t normal and now I understood why his ass didn’t have a woman.

Since Miles picked me up, I had to walk to the nearby gas station and wait for Liz to come. Luckily, they lived a few minutes from each other. She couldn’t stop laughing and blamed me for ruining him for her. Now every time the kids had a concert, she’d have to see him.

“See, this is why I didn’t want to go on the stupid date,” I told her.

“Puh-lease. No one would have known he was into getting screwed too,” she got out before another outburst of laughter.

She made me sick. After this night, my small talk would have to be more specific. I didn’t want to be caught in that position again.

“Whatever. Your fine ass Mr. Donovan turned out to be Mr. Dildo.”

Liz screamed laughing.

“Why did you say that? What if I end up calling him that.”

“He’d deserve it. Eeewww!”

I planned on being celibate from then on. It only took a Halloween night to scare my ass straight.

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