Housesitter's Halloween Surprise

Housesitter's Halloween Surprise

Housesitter's Halloween Surprise

"Hey Rachel?"

"Yeah Mom?"

"Cori needs somebody to housesit for her while she and Steve are off on their honeymoon. Same as before: just sleep there, feed the cat, water her plants, and take care of the horse. You can still drive into town for classes during the day but she'd feel safer if someone was there at night to keep an eye on things while they're gone. It'd be a quiet place to study. She'll pay you $500 for ten nights. What do you think? Are you interested?"

"Can I ride Peppercorn too?"

"She thought you might like that. Of course."

"Sure. I'll do it. Sounds like an easy $500."

"I thought so too. Can I tell her to call you tonight and work out the details?"

"Sure, Mom. Wait. When is this?"

"They leave October 27 and come back on November 6."

"Oh. So Halloween too?"

"Yes. Is that a problem? Did you have plans?"

"Well...no, actually. I mean, I kinda hoped something might come up, but...sure, I'll do it."

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The first four nights went smoothly, uneventfully. Cori's house was on two-and-a-half fenced acres about five miles outside of town. The small pasture was surrounded by woods on three sides, with the old house set at the back of the lot, facing the road. The nearest neighbor was over a quarter mile away. It wasn't quite full-on country living, but the feeling was definitely secluded.

Rachel housesat for Cori once a few months before, back in May. In fact, Rachel lost her virginity that time at Cori's, with her then boyfriend, Kaden. But they broke up over the summer, deciding not to try and keep their relationship going long distance when Kaden moved away for school. Breaking up had been mostly Kaden's idea, but Rachel was okay with it. At least she wouldn't have to worry about him hooking up with other girls. She wasn't sure she could have trusted him, anyway.

Rachel was living at home with Mom to save money, and attending the local community college. She hadn't found anybody new since Kaden, but it had only been a couple of months. The lack of cute guys in her classes was a real disappointment. Wasn't college supposed to be a time when a girl really had the chance to break free and have a lot of fun, new experiences, especially when it came to sex? At least so far, it hadn't been working out that way for Rachel, not at all.

Cori's old house made noises at night, as old houses do, and sometimes it could be a little bit spooky, but overall it wasn't too bad. Mostly, Rachel could ignore it. It was Halloween night and she had the tv on, with some show she wasn't really watching while she scrolled through her phone, avoiding the reading she was supposed to be doing for class.

Then, a sudden noise caught her attention. It sounded very much like someone had just come into the kitchen through the back door. Rachel got up from the couch to check, and there, standing in the kitchen, was a very nice looking young man, tallish, with medium-length dark brown wavy hair. He appeared to be just about Rachel's age, maybe slightly older. He smiled. He had a nice, natural, friendly and disarming smile.

"Hi. I'm Steven's brother, Jack. Who are you?"

"I'm Rachel. I'm housesitting for Cori and Steve while they're off on their honeymoon. What the hell are you doing here, Jack? And how did you get here, I didn't hear anybody drive up?"

"Honeymoon! So they finally did it! I had no idea. So that means there was a wedding. Oh wow. I guess I just wasn't invited." He looked sincerely hurt.

"Wedding yes, guests no. Just a judge. They didn't want all the hassle. I guess I'm surprised they didn't tell the family, though."

"Can't say as I blame them for not wanting to deal with my mom. Good for them!" Jack brightened.

"So...does that mean there'll be fallout when they get back?" Rachel didn't know exactly why, but she almost immediately felt kind of comfortable with this stranger. He didn't seem threatening at all. And it for sure didn't hurt that the more she looked at him, the better looking he seemed to get.

"You can definitely count on there being fallout. I'm not going to spill it and deal with her. I'll leave that to Steven."

"So what brings you here, Jack? On Halloween? Don't you have somewhere else to go? Somewhere you'd rather be? I thought the back door was locked."

"I come over every Halloween, for years now. I guess Cori forgot about that. She probably had other things on her mind."

"And you said you're Steve's brother? I didn't know he had a brother. Aren't you kind of young?"

"Yeah, younger brother, obviously. But I'm not that young. I'm 21. How old are you, Rachel? And how do you know Cori and Steven?"

"I'm 18. Cori works with my mom. They needed someone to feed the cat and look after the horse. Plus it's quiet so I can study and having someone here helps to scare away burglars. But now I'm wondering why they didn't ask you to housesit instead of me. Are you sure you're not a burglar?" Rachel felt this was a natural question, but she wasn't scared like she would have been if she'd had any serious doubt. Jack had such nice eyes! She couldn't help but flirt a little.

"Never stolen anything in my life."

"Really? Not even a candy bar?"

"Not even a piece of gum. Tried to steal a girl's heart once, but I got caught."

He was flirting back! Rachel smiled at Jack. She was trying to give him her cutest smile. "Ha ha. Do cheesy lines like that line work for you very often?"

"Never tried it before. You tell me."

"Eh." Rachel waved her hand in the air in front of her, tilting it back and forth. "So you say you come over every Halloween? What for? Trick or treat? Bobbing for apples?"

"It's my favorite holiday, mine and Steven's, ever since we were kids."

"Me too. What do you like most about it? Say, can I get you anything to drink? You might as well stay awhile, after coming all this way and all."

"Nothing for me, thanks. But I will stay and talk for a while." Jack walked into the living room and sat at one end of the couch, throwing his arm over the back and curling his legs up, as if he expected Rachel to sit at the other end. She did just that. "So...you're 18 huh? You could pass for 17." He laughed. "You could also pass for 23. It's pretty hard to tell and I'm terrible at it."

"18 since May. I'm a freshman at Red Rocks. How about you? Are you in school?"

"I did a couple years at Colorado State, but then didn't go back."

"So you're not in school now? What happened?"

"Oh...sometimes things just happen. But look at you! I can't help but look at you. Do you have any idea just how crazy beautiful you are, Rachel? I don't mean like plastic-perfect, I mean real girl beautiful. Maybe it's your eyes. I don't know. There's just something about you." He was looking at her seriously. Studying her. "It really shines through, like from the inside, trying to get out."

Rachel did not think of herself as especially beautiful. She thought of herself as only slightly above average in the looks department. She was not used to guys complimenting her like this. It was weird, but Jack seemed so sincere when he said it, like it had just come over him. She was shocked. Out here all alone with this stranger, her spidey senses were definitely tingling. But she wasn't sure how much of that was from possible danger, and how much was from the thrill of this really good-looking guy apparently showing interest. "Does that line work for you?" she said to him, and as she said it, she realized that yes, it was working on her.

"Never tried that one before, either. I don't plan 'em. I just tune in to the other person, then open my mouth and let it flow out."

"Huh. And that works?"

"Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I am what I am, Rachel. People can either take me, or leave me, but what they get is the real Jack."

"And who is the real Jack?"

"Just a guy who stumbled on a girl when he least expected it, and finds himself suddenly, unexpectedly, kind of fascinated by her. Don't ask me why. I have no idea. Tell me, why are you so fascinating? Are you really fascinating, or am I just fooling myself?"

"I'm not fascinating at all. I'm pretty ordinary. You look up PAWG and you'll find my picture."

"I don't believe that for a minute. But let's check." Jack pantomimed pulling out his phone and searching. "Oh my God! You're right!"

Rachel laughed.

"But this can't be. This is all wrong. Never trust anything you see on the internet. You are way better than average." Again, he seemed to sincerely appreciate her looks.

"Oh? Since you're such an expert, how so? How am I better than average?"

"Give me a minute. We just met. Right now I can only sense the fullness of it. Give me some time and I'll tell you why."

"How much time?"

"A little. Shouldn't take too long. I already told you about your eyes. There's also your nose, and your cute smile. And then there's your sassy attitude. I'm working on the rest."

"You're kind of a smooth talker, aren't you? I bet you've got a lot of girlfriends."

"Nope. No girlfriends. Cori used to be my girlfriend, about 10 years ago. Then Steven stole her away from me. I've forgiven him, though. She's great by the way, really special. I'm glad she and Steven finally made it official."

"She was your girlfriend 10 years ago...so you were like, 11?"

"She told me she loved me. And I told her I loved her. I meant it too. She was my first."

"Awww. That's sweet. Your first crush. But she picked your brother over you?"

"Well he had certain advantages."

"Such as being of legal age?"

"Such as. Oh well, some things were never meant to be, I guess. So what about you, Rachel? You didn't invite your boyfriend out here to housesit with you?"

"Nope. No boyfriend."

"Just a little girl all alone out here, miles from anyone, on the scariest night of the year?"

"Don't be a creeper, Jack."

"I could be a dangerous sex fiend!"

"Not funny."

"Okay. See that's just one reason why you're fascinating. You're a little bit scared, but you're still brave."

"Are you sure you're Steve's brother?"

"Swear to God. Why would I lie and claim a dweeb like him?"

"Dweeb, huh? But that dweeb got the girl."

"Yes he did. Yes he did. I'm sorry, Rachel. I don't mean to make you nervous. What can I do to reassure you that I'm not some kind of dangerous sex fiend?"

"Uh...cut off your balls and bring them to me in a sack?"

"Sure. No problem." Jack got up and walked into the kitchen, where she could hear him fumbling through a drawer and the refrigerator. "Just one minute," he called. Then "Oh! Oh! Oh!" He started screaming.

Rachel ran into the kitchen. Jack held two meatballs covered in ketchup in the palm of one hand. He was doubled over as if in pain with his hand stretched out toward Rachel, offering them to her.

Rachel shrieked with surprise and laughter. "Oh My Gawd! You're crazy!"

Jack laughed too, and washed his hands off in the sink. Then he turned to her. "Now what about you, Rachel? How are you going to proveyou'renot some dangerous sex fiend? A guy like me can't be too careful, you know..."

"You're just going to have to take your chances."

"I'm good with that."

They smiled at each other, starting to feel more comfortable. They talked some more, enough to lose track of time. They watched a bit of a movie. Rachel started to slide over on the couch to make it easier for him to put his arm around her, maybe snuggle her, maybe even kiss her. But just as she started to slide, Jack suddenly got up and walked out the front door. Then he rang the bell.

"Trick or treat?" he said as she answered the door.

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Can't you see? I'm a dangerous sex fiend."

"Oh! Good thing it's only a costume. I'm sorry, but I don't have any candy."

"What do you have to give me then?"

"Well...Mr. Sex Fiend..." Rachel felt the nerves in the pit of her stomach, but she saw an opportunity. She had never made the first move on a guy before like this, but 'why not?' she decided... "Can I give you a kiss?"

Jack got an evil smile. "Nah, I want candy!" Then Jack laughed. He had seen that she wanted that kiss, and he seemed delighted to have frustrated her. He barged into the house. "No candy means you get tricked!"

Rachel was a little shocked, and also somewhat mortified. She'd shown vulnerability. It was a cute moment. It would have been perfect, and then here he was teasing her again. "So...Jack, how long were you planning to stay?"

Jack immediately dropped the facade. "I'm sorry. That was mean of me. Do you want me to go?"

Rachel hesitated before answering, "You don't have to."

"Do you want me to stay?"

"Maybe a little longer, if you promise to be nice."

"I can be nice."

And there it was, she thought, an opportunity, practically in invitation again, for him to come and kiss her, but he didn't take it. He just sat back down on the couch. Was he still teasing her or was he just fucking clueless? Rachel wasn't completely sure.

It was awkward for a few moments. They each pretended to watch the movie. Finally, Jack spoke.

"What do you think Cori and Steve are doing now?"

They both laughed, breaking the tension, each recognizing their minds had both immediately gone to the same place. Rachel spoke first.

"I'm sure they must take time outs, at least for eating and sightseeing and stuff."

"Yeah. Maybe a little. I sure wouldn't take much time out. I can tell you that!"

"So you're just some kind of machine that can go and go for days, right, Mr. Sex Fiend?" If he was going to go there, Rachel decided she could match him.

"Honestly, I mean kind of. Of course it's not just non stop fucking. You've got to change it up. There's fucking of course, multiple positions...I mean that's the main course. But there's also sucking, and licking, and touching and teasing, massaging, tickling, rubbing, snuggling, squeezing, laughing, and just generally having tons and tons of fun. With the right girl I could keep pretty busy with all that. Don't you think? Couldn't you? With the right guy, I mean?"

Rachel just stared at him.

Jack pressed it home. "C'mon, you must have thought about it. On your honeymoon..."

"Still, you're gonna need some time for eating and drinking...and kissing. You left out kissing. That's a pretty important one."

"Oh absolutely. That was stupid of me. Kissing is VERY important."

They looked at each other's lips. Rachel got the idea he had left out kissing on purpose, to see if she'd notice, and she had.

"Are you an adventurous girl, Rachel?"

"What do you mean?"

"Do you like to do things you've never done before, that are a little bit dangerous?"

"Maybe..."

"But in a fun way. Something that even though it feels dangerous, can still be lots of fun."

"Sometimes. What did you have in mind?"

"Something I think could be really fun, and kind of daring, especially because we don't know each other very well..." Jack looked at her.

My God those eyes! Rachel didn't know what he was about to suggest, but she was pretty sure she was going to agree to it.

"What if we just take off our clothes and look at each other naked. No touching. I promise I won't touch. You get to see the real me, all of me, and I could see the real you. Look as close as you want. Look but don't touch. For just five minutes. Then we put our clothes back on. What do you think? Does that sound like fun?"

It did sound like fun. "You want me to strip for you?"

"Not like a strip tease. We just take off our clothes, stare at each other and talk for five minutes, like we're talking now, then put our clothes back on and continue with our evening. Just be naked people for a while, and then be regular people again."

"I don't know..."

"You know what I think?"

"No."

"I think you are an adventurous girl, at least a little bit, and you might like a little crazy fun. So c'mon. Join me!"

Jack stood up and pulled off his shirt. He looked at Rachel, who sat frozen for a moment. Then he unbuckled his belt and started to unbutton his jeans too, looking in her eyes the whole time.

Rachel got up and mirrored him, shirt for shirt, pants for pants, socks too. When they each got down to their underwear she could see his cock was making a tent. The tent got bigger as she reached around to unhook her bra. Then his boxer briefs and her panties came off at the same time. They stood, facing each other.

Jack had a nice body, really nice, fit, but not too muscly, not too skinny, just really nice. And right there in the middle, there was his cock. It was fully hard, pointing out at an upwards angle, and it looked big, fairly long and thick, but not scary. It looked perfect for her. Jack had her perfect man's body. It was standing there, just four feet in front of her. And he had her perfect man's smile, and her perfect man's eyes. She felt herself getting wetter. It had started earlier that evening, not long after meeting him. Now the feeling was unmistakable.

Jack spoke first. "Oh my god you are beautiful. You are so beautiful! Every inch of you is beautiful, Rachel."

"Is that because of me?" She stared at his cock.

"Yes. How could it not be? You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. You're perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"You are. Thank you for letting me see you, the real you, as you really are, with nothing hidden, no secrets between us."

"None we can see, anyway."

"This is not so bad, is it? Just Rachel and Jack, Jack and Rachel, nothing to be scared of, just two people."

"Two people naked, alone together, in an old house, miles from anywhere, on Halloween night."

"That's right." Jack smiled. "Boo!" He said it suddenly, and then he laughed.

Rachel jumped. She was definitely feeling the tension building between them. And then he read her mind.

"Rachel, before we put our clothes back on, do you want me to touch you?"

"Yes." Rachel's voice was getting smaller.

"You'd like that? You'd like me to touch you?"

"Yes."

"I want to touch you too. Where do you want me to touch you?"

"Everywhere."

"I want that too."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"Close your eyes. You have to close your eyes if you want it to work."

"What?"

"Just trust me. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"OK. Close your eyes."

Rachel felt a chill, a violent shiver that started at her lips and then quickly spread throughout her body. When the shiver had run through her, she felt like she was floating, as if she were on her back in mid air, and filled with a quick series of overpowering, mind-blowing sensations.

First there was a delicious fullness, centered in her vagina. She felt stretched, stuffed, and wonderfully complete. There was no pain, no discomfort, only satisfaction, and the sense of fulfillment. The sensation spread slowly and steadily from her core outwards through the rest of her. She felt...completely like a woman, and oh so happy to be one.

Rachel also felt a hyper-awareness of her body. At the same time, she felt both perfectly in tune and at one with her body. There was warmth, and tingling. She felt like she was being touched everywhere and nowhere, certainly in her breasts and between her legs, but also on the skin along her back, her stomach, her calves and toes, then her arms, the side of her face, and lingering on her lips, everywhere and nowhere at the same time a light, gentle, loving touch.

She became aware she was fighting for breath as she reacted to the sensations taking over her body. The presence filling her, touching her was so thoroughly stimulating, so strongly, fundamentally male, and she was reacting to it, taking it in, enveloping, consuming, holding it inside her, and giving back love. It felt so essential, together she and this presence were universal. Rachel felt herself clutching the sheets, grasping, trembling, trying to hang on, and then finally exploding into ecstasy. She was laughing. She was crying. It was too much and not enough, everything all at once.