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Sesso paranormale

It was a clear night, unseasonably warm for the end of October. The full moon gave the landscape an eerie glow that was perfect for Halloween. Two individuals sauntered down the street.

“It was a pretty good party, at least until the cops showed up,” Wayne lamented.

“You’d think they would cut us a break on a Friday night, it wasn’t that loud,” Danica replied.

“It wasn’t the noise that made them break it up, there were a couple people in the backyard smoking something and they showed the cops a fake prescription. I think that is what pissed them off,” Wayne explained.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” she replied with a laugh.

“I can’t believe Karen and Sam ditched us, they knew we needed a ride home,” he said.

Danica grinned, “They didn’t exactly ditch us… I’m sure they thought they would be back before the party ended.”

Wayne stopped, “Where did they go?”

“Parking,” she replied.

“As in?” he asked.

“As in get in the back seat and fuck, how did you not know that? It seems like every time a couple is out of sight for more than a minute all the guys are like ‘she’s on her back’, and it was pretty obvious those two were only interested in one thing when they were at the party,” Danica said.

“Sorry, not wearing the horny guy hat tonight,” he said.

“Yea, what is your costume again, the evil pharmacist?” she teased.

“Dr. Frankenstein, at least mine is a little scary. How is your costume scary, are you some kind of zombie flapper?” he ...

... retorted.

“Girls get a pass on scary, we can also go with sexy, and this is very sexy,” she replied defiantly.

Wayne nodded, she had a point. Girls did get a pass on scary, and she was right, it was sexy. Her costume clung tightly to her body. Danica wasn’t the sexiest girl he knew, but she was probably the most awesome. She was just enough of a tomboy to be fun, but she was still clearly a girl. A day did not go by that Wayne wished he could find a way out of the friend zone. He cringed when he saw Danica on dates, she had an inexplicable attraction to bad boys, but it appeared the attraction was not mutual. She even referred to herself as ‘One date Danica’. He had suggested they go as Frankenstein and the bride of Frankenstein, but she had already fallen in love with her 1920’s flapper costume.

Danica wondered if Karen was still getting fucked. Sex both fascinated and terrified her, which was why she was still a virgin at the ripe old age of nineteen. All of her friends had lost their virginity in high school, but she never went all the way. Partially because she had a contrarian streak in her, she sometimes refused to do something precisely because everyone else was doing it. And partially because the guys that were willing to have sex with her just didn’t get her juices flowing. She had hoped that Wayne would pick up on some her hints, but he seemed content to be a shoulder for her to cry on each time a guy dumped her, or worse, cheated on her. She had hinted that ...