All Hallows Eve, Vol. 3

Chapter 4

Four

Whitney

I’m so excited as I watch Harper carefully boil the water and place each ingredient in their respective order. The water changes color several times, and the smell is less than desirable.

“This stinks. You better love me after this, Whit, because my breath will never be the same, and no one else will love me with permanent stink breath.”

“Baby, I’ll love you even with the worst halitosis,” I say with a smile.

“You’re so strange sometimes.”

She pulls the pot off the stove and sets a five-minute timer.

“What’s that for?”

She reaches into the cabinet and takes down two glasses. “It needs to sit for at least five minutes before we can pour it. Besides, we don’t want to drink boiling water.”

“Okay. Very true. So, it’s a quarter to twelve. What do we do until midnight? That’s when we have to drink it, right?”

“Remember when I told you I wanted to see that black lipstick smeared on your face?” A devilish smile tilts her lips. “Lay down on the couch. You owe me for earlier.”

I don’t hesitate and go directly to the couch and lie on my stomach waiting for her to join me.

“Nope. Roll over.”

“Are you?—”

“Going to sit on your face while you eat me like your last meal. I sure the fuck am.”

Well fuck . I quickly flip over and reposition myself further up the couch. Harper strips off her black skinny jeans that make her ass look edible and moves on top of me to straddle my chest.

“Tap my leg twice if you need me to move, okay?”

I love that she always checks in with me. We never established a safeword because stop means stop between us. There hasn’t been a time either of us has had to say it, but I’m confident if I ever needed to, she’d stop, no questions asked.

“Okay, now get that pussy over here. I have some smearing to do.”

Harper’s gray eyes roll as she positions herself over my head. She stares at me, waiting for my approval, and with a nod, she sinks onto my face. I don’t understand why the women in the books we read have an issue with hovering because the first time I ever tried this position with her, she sat. And I mean sat on my face. I tapped out that day because I was still learning and had no idea what I was doing in this position or how to not suffocate. Harper is a fantastic teacher, and I quickly learned how and what to do.

As she finds her position and rhythm, I spread her lips apart with my thumbs to gain better access. I stick out my tongue, and Harper moans at the contact. It’s exactly what I want to hear. She’ll do most of the work up there, but I don’t mind. Finding her pleasure is my main focus.

When she leans forward and braces her hands on the arm of the couch, I take advantage of the new position and dive my hands under her shirt. Her nipples are stiff from her arousal, and I flick at them through her bra, causing her to moan louder. Sometimes, I wonder if the neighbors ever hear us because neither of us hold back our noises. Although, our neighbors next to our bedroom are guys and probably enjoy the show.

“More,” Harper moans.

She wants more stimulation. While she can get off on clitoral stimulation alone, having a second sensation, like her nipples being played with, helps her get off quicker.

I push her bra up, exposing her to my hands, and give her what she wants. I wish I could suck on her nipples, but my mouth is a little occupied. Instead, I flick and pinch, causing Harper to grind faster.

My own arousal pools in my panties as her moans and the feel of her body on mine turns me on. She’s close. I can tell by her erratic breathing.

I hum, giving her one more layer of sensation, and her body arches. Her mouth drops open in a silent scream that I’ll be graced with in a few seconds. Harper’s eyes squeeze shut when her orgasm finally crests, and I hear the high-pitched sound I was waiting for. It’s an intense orgasm for her to sound the way she does, and although I don’t contribute a lot in this position, I still feel the pride of being able to give her pleasure.

When she comes down, I expect her to climb off the couch. Instead, she crawls down my body like a frenzied animal and practically rips my skirt off to get between my legs.

Harper instantly sucks my clit between her lips and flicks her tongue. My orgasm crashes into me almost painfully with its intensity. I scramble to grab anything, finding a pillow we knocked on the floor and quickly cover my scream. I sound like I’m being murdered, but I have no control of my body right now.

Harper pulls every ounce of pleasure from my body that it’s capable of. I feel like a live wire as she licks me one final time and sits up on her knees.

“Whitney, no.” She lays her body over mine and slides her hands behind my head, cradling it in her palms. “Are you okay?”

I don’t understand why she would ask such a question. Other than feeling like I went on a pleasure rollercoaster, I’m fucking fantastic.

She kisses my cheek, then my lips. They taste salty, and I pull back to make sure she’s okay.

“Whitney, you’re crying.”

“I am?” I wipe my cheek, and sure enough, my hand is wet. “I’m totally fine. That was-was incredible.” I pull her back in for a kiss, and she ends it too quickly.

“Come on. It’s time.”

“Time?”

“To drink our ‘fancy drink’ and fall in love forever.”

I look toward the kitchen. “Did the timer go off?”

She giggles and pecks my lips before crawling off and offering me her hands.

“Yeah. I guess my thighs make good earmuffs.”

Harper puts her pants back on, and we walk into the kitchen laughing. She grabs the pot and has me grab the glasses. We move to our little kitchenette table and set everything down. I check my watch and see we only have three minutes till midnight.

“It’s now or never.”

Harper carefully pours a few inches of potion into each glass. Thankfully, I don’t see any chunks and breathe a sigh of relief. The glasses fill with an amber-colored liquid that looks like tea, and it eases my mind even further.

Each picking up a glass, we watch the time, carefully waiting for the seconds to tick down to midnight. Harper puts her nose to the glass and quickly reels back.

“Shit. I hope it doesn’t taste how it smells.” Her nose stays wrinkled in disgust for several long moments.

With seconds till twelve, we clink our glasses, and I grab my nose to try and help keep the smell at bay.

“Bottoms up.”

We lift the glasses to our lips and chug like the good college students we are.

It burns. Fire consumes my neck while it makes its way to my stomach, dropping like a lead brick. The coughing starts instantly, and I gasp for air. Harper is having a similar reaction to whatever we stupidly ingested into our bodies.

I’m struggling to breathe between coughing spells and jolt from my seat, accidentally hitting the handle of the pot containing the leftover potion. It flips in the air, spraying its putrid smell everywhere, and we watch in horror as it splashes onto our precious book collection.

Finally being able to breathe, we grab towels and mop up the spill before pulling books off the shelves, carefully inspecting each one for damage.

Harper breathes a sigh of relief, realizing there’s no real damage to any of our collections.

“I’m so sorry, Harp. If there’s any residual damage, I’ll replace them.”

She places her hand over mine, where I’m wiping a book cover picturing a topless man with more abs than humanly possible, and smiles.

“It was an accident, and I don’t see any real damage. They’re your books, too. Hopefully, we can set them in the sun for a bit tomorrow to air out the smell.” She puts the book she’s holding, also depicting a half-naked muscular man, up to her nose and inhales. “Thankfully, it’s not as bad as I thought it would be.”