If Henry doesn’t ask her out soon, I think Pickle is going to have a conniption and take matters into her own hands—which may be the plan with Avery’s costume tonight. She’s in a skintight black leather catsuit, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“Why did we have to dress up if we’re just going to be doing a movie marathon?” I ask, still confused by the whole thing as I pull on the latex material of the spiderman costume. It’s leaving nothing to the imagination and every inch of my cock is on display.
“Damn, girl, now I know why you’re always smiling after being with Jakey boy.” Avery's eyes are zeroed in on my dick and I let out a sigh before racing up the stairs. I’ll wear the damn costume, but I’m going to have some shorts on over it. I can hear them all belly laughing behind me.
When I get back downstairs, they’re all sitting around the living room, boxes of pizza, on the table along with sodas and beers. Matthew is dressed as Clark Kent, mid morph into Superman, Ford is Thor, and Henry’s a sick looking Captain America.
“What’s up first?” I ask, not remembering what we planned to watch.
“First up is Jeepers Creepers, though we’re totally going to skip the third one because it's lame, before we move on to the totally conflicting Halloween movies. I mean, come on, she hasa kid, she dies, then she has a son, then he’s gone and now she has a daughter. Like what the hell?” Everyone rolls their eyes at me, because of course I set Dylan off on her tangent about how fucked up the whole Michael Myers timeline is. It’s like certain movies are made in different worlds.
Ford leans over and kisses her, stopping her rant, as we all start clapping.
“Fuck all of you,” she chastises once they pull apart.
“Are we doingScream?” Matthew asks, changing the subject.
“Duh, he could hold a knife to my neck and fuck me any day,” Avery exclaims as she fans herself.
Henry almost chokes on the piece of pizza in his mouth and I know it’s not going to be long for these two. All it’s going to take is the perfect alignment of stars.
The doorbell rings and I step over to it, opening to see the cutest trio; a witch, a goblin, and the Pink Power Ranger. “Trick or treat!” they scream in unison, holding out their buckets. Behind them, their parents are smiling broadly.
“Aren’t the three of you just the cutest.” I pick up the bowl and grab three candy bars, dropping one into each bucket. Dylan insisted on having full size bars, not wanting to be the house that all the kids talked shit about for having gum, or Tootsie Rolls.
“Thank you,” the toothless little witch says excitedly when she sees the Reese’s Sticks going into her bag. “I love these.”
I put my hand to my mouth and fake whisper, “So do I. Don’t tell them I snagged three of them for myself.”
“I won’t, mister.” She giggles as they all turn and run down the steps. One day it’ll be us taking our kids trick or treating; the images suddenly pop into my mind, and I can’t help but smile. While I don’t want that day to be anytime soon, I can't wait for it.
“Okay, guys, let’s get this marathon going. After Sunday, there’s no drinking. We have our scrimmage next week againstSummerview University and they are tough. If we want to win, we need to be in top shape,” I remind them.
“Speak for yourself,” Avery pipes in, as she takes a bite of pizza.
“It’s just a scrimmage. You don’t want to lose steam before the season even starts,” Matthew speaks up, as he reaches forward, picking up a bottle of beer. “But it doesn’t mean I won’t enjoy you beating their pompous asses. Their team is made up of a bunch of entitled pricks. We haven’t beaten them in six years, but something tells me they’re in for a rude awakening this year.”
“Fuck yeah they are. We have a dynamic trio. Dylan’s a beast on the field that they haven’t encountered yet,” Henry pipes up, beaming with pride.
“Enough game talk, movie time. I need some killing to occur.” Dylan uses her best horror movie voice as the doorbell rings again.
“Anyone think maybe we should just set the bowl on the porch with a take one sign? Otherwise we’re going to be interrupted all night, or until we run out and turn the porch light off,” I offer, as I turn and open the door to more trick or treaters.
“Would you only take one candy bar as a kid?” Henry laughs as he asks.
“True, but next time it’s one of you,” I add as I drop the candy in their bags and go to shut the door, but not before another group of kiddos comes bouncing up the steps.
“How about we pause the movie and all hang out on the porch? When the candy’s gone we come inside, turn off the lights and let the scare-a-thon begin,” Ford proposes to which we all agree. Food and beer in hand, we head out onto the porch to enjoy the night.
Chapter 38
Dylan
The cool fall air greets me as I step out onto the porch, wrapping around me like a familiar friend. The light above me flickers, casting a soft glow across the pumpkins we carved earlier this week. One of them is already caving in on itself, but it only adds to the eerie ambiance of the night. I can’t help but smile as I look out at my friends, my family really, laughing and talking with beers in hand. They’re sprawled across the porch, their costumes slightly wrinkled now, but no one cares. It’s moments like these that make everything feel worth it.
I sink down onto the porch swing, tugging at the tight hem of my Harley Quinn skirt as it rides up a little too high. Not that anyone here minds. I glance over at Ford, sitting on the edge of the porch railing with his Thor hammer in hand. He’s laughing at something Henry said, his eyes lighting up in that way that makes my heart flip.
"Hey, you okay over here?" Matthew's voice breaks through my thoughts. He's standing in front of me, one eyebrow raised,giving me that look he does when he knows I’m lost in my own head.
