The Flyer & The Frat Star

Halloween

Josephine

"How about a cheerleader and a football player?" Hero asks lounging in my bed as I get changed for today's practice. We've been brainstorming couple's costume ideas for the past half hour and have yet to agree, it took long enough just to convince Hero to dress up for this weekend's Halloween party at the frat house. I shoot him a look that tells him I'm not happy with his cheeky suggestion as I pull my sports bra on.

"Could you be any more cliché? I want to be something creative and fun and definitely not slutty," I explain.

"So no sexy nurse costume?" Hero asks with humor laced in his voice as I roll my eyes. Morning sex definitely puts him in quite a playful mood it seems. "Not even if I'm your patient? You can give me a checkup?" He jests, wiggling his eyebrows. I just shake my head at his antics.

"Wait—you might be on to something," I say excitedly, a lightbulb going off in my head for the perfect costume idea.

"Oh really?" he asks suggestively, sitting up to lean back against my headboard, the sheets falling to reveal his smooth, sculpted torso. I lose my train of thought for a minute just taking in his appearance. Damn, I'm lucky.

"Yeah, with the nurse thing, but it's not what you're thinking," I sit on the edge of the bed next to him while slipping my sneakers on, in a bit of a rush to make practice on time considering Hero is an avid fan of the snooze button. "You know that one picture? Of the sailor and the nurse kissing after World War II? It might be the only thing I remember about American history from schooling."

"I can't say it rings a bell. I don't really care much about history myself," he stretches his arms above his head on a yawn, distracting me even further from my explanation and pending departure. I grab my phone from the charger to look up the picture I'm describing. I remember always thinking it was the most romantic thing in the world as I was a young girl, dreaming of a man to sweep me off my feet like that. I find the photo and sit against the headboard next to Hero to show him. "Oh! Okay, yeah that looks familiar. So what? You want to dress up like that?"

"I think it's cute and original. I doubt anyone else at a frat party will be dressed as an American couple from the 1940's," I lean my head on his shoulder (such a nice shoulder) as he zooms in on the picture to see what the costumes would entail.

"Not exactly the nurse look I was talking about," he sulks.

"The nurse look you're talking about covers less than my skimpiest cheerleading uniform, and I'm barely comfortable in that. Plus, this way I'm all covered up from any gawking creeps at the party," I tease, knowing how territorial he gets. I tilt my head up and peck his cheek. "And you'd make for a super sexy sailor," I shift my body and place a peck on his lips this time. "And every time someone asks what we're dressed as you get to kiss me to recreate the picture," I maneuver my body astride his, feeling him getting aroused underneath the thin sheet. I can never sleep with my comforter when Hero sleeps over, far too much body heat between the two of us. I grab his face between my hands and give him a longer, much more sensual kiss while grinding down on his hardening cock. "Please," I pull back and whisper against his lips as soon as he moves to control the kiss.

"Okay, you convinced me. Now come here," he growls and yanks me back to meet his lips. I smile into the kiss knowing I got my way, but after a few blissful seconds of a hardcore make out session I remember I'm already running late.

"Babe, I gotta get to practice," I mumble against his sweet assault of my mouth. He throws his head back in obvious frustration, I guess leaving him with blue balls after he agreed to my costume idea wasn't the ideal situation. I hop off of the bed and toss my hair up into a ponytail.