She had loved Donny for a long time, in fact she couldn't remember a time when she didn't fantasize about him on some level. That had been her secret ...hroughout her sophomore years.Just a couple months ago, she'd almost crossed the line, and ever since then, she'd been different. Something that wasn't entirely sexual, but that she had always been there simmering beneath the surface and had recognized that they were both sexual creatures. A couple of times she had toyed with his sexual arousal.. She won’t be able to remain still much longer. She cannot see him, but she senses, yes, she knows how his eyes stick to her and every little movement she makes. Her nipples and clitoris throb at the image in her head. She holds her breath; her entire world is reduced to the object that fills her. The vibration is getting heavier and heavier. She tenses her muscles, pulls on her shackles and starts moaning softly. Her hips surge upward. She doesn’t feel anything around her anymore, only this. For he was Jack O’Lantern, and on this night, he ruled supreme. ‘On Vomit, on Putrid,’ he called to the bats pulling the pumpkin carriage in which he rode, ‘on Goner, on Shits’n,’ A pumpkin riding in a carved-out pumpkin carriage? Isn’t that a little cannibalistic or something? Yeeeaah … but that just helps set the mood for the rest of the evening. With a satisfied smile, jack gazed out across the landscape that was his realm, for he ruled ALL on this evening. The petty humans were huddled,. “What?”“You KISSED me.”She got a wry smirk on her face. “That wasn’t a kiss. This is a kiss.” And she did it again, longer, softer, and heaven help me because while my mind was protesting, my lips responded. I think it surprised her. She sat back.“You kissed back.”“I didn’t mean to,” I said.“Uh, I kinda thought that my first REAL kiss would be from a guy...”“You started it, babe,” I said.She flopped sideways off me. “Yeah, I guess I did...”She had a goofy look on her face. “Your.