One month down! Not sure how many to go…
~Richard
“How’s being engaged?” Bonnie asked as she stirred her coffee.
Chelsea set hers on the table a little too hard, splashing some cappuccino on her hand and hissing.
“Feels a lot like that, honestly,” she said, wiping it up.
“So what happened?”
“I don’t know. You started yelling over the phone, then dropped it– and the call, and then he snuck up on me.”
“I meant with your proposal. But sure, we can talk about your ex that you’re still obsessed with.”
“I am not obsessed with him! He snuck in and almost ruined my proposal!”
“Mmmhmm,” Bonnie took a long sip. “So what’d he do?”
“He did that stupid thing he used to do when we both worked there where he’d try to sneak up on me and scare me at my station.”
“I seem to recall you finding that very effective foreplay the last time…”
“That was a decade ago!”
Bonnie shrugged.
“Anyway, he scared me, made me toss the ring, caught it, handed it back to me, called me ‘birdie’ and left.”
“Aww, he remembered you. Did he give it back to you by proposing?”
“No. Just handed it back and made up some lame bullshit about how he didn’t realize it was me.”
“Why would he realize it was you? You haven’t worked at that place in like a decade, like you said. You don’t really even work there now.”
“Yeah, he just happened to show up on the one night I was there.”
“The place is only open like 20 days. It’s not that weird that he showed up on the Friday before Halloween.”
“Oh my god!” Chelsea ducked down, then craned her neck to look past Bonnie.
“What?”
“Turn around, don’t look so obvious!”
“What is up with you?”
“He’s here!”
“What? Where? What’s he doing?”
“He just went into the Costco across the street.”
“And you’re hiding why?”
“What if he comes back?”
“From Costco? In less than five minutes?”
“It could be a trick.”
Bonnie reached over and tilted Chelsea’s chin back towards her coffee cup.
“Or he’s just getting some groceries or something. Like a normal human being on a Saturday morning. If it’s even him.”
“He moved!”
“Yes. He did. And his parents and a lot of his friends still live here. He’s probably just visiting. You’re so obsessed with him!”
“I am not!”
“Tell me about the rest of the proposal.”
“Kind of a blur, honestly. Got down on one knee, popped the question, he said yes, snuggled on the hayride. Went home. Questionable sex. Took a shower…”
Bonnie dipped a biscotti in her coffee. “Trailed off a little at the end there. After remembering your ex spooking you more than your own proposal.”
“I may have used a buttplug, suction dildo, and the wand to get off while I thought of him.”
“Mmhmm.” A bit of the biscotti. “He’s stalking you, but you’re getting off to him after sex with your new fiancé and jumping at every white dude that walks into Costco.”
Chelsea took a sip of her drink and shook her head. “I don’t know. He completely ghosted me years ago. And you’re right, I did have some trouble getting over him. But I love Arnold. It’s just weird seeing him again.”
“Please just tell me you’re not going to dump Arnold and go chasing after him.”
“What? No. I’d rather never see him again. Maybe he’s just in town for the weekend, and this can all be over by Halloween.”
“You going to homecoming next weekend? Maybe he’ll be there.”
“I guess I should. Show off being engaged to everyone.”
Saw him again at Target.
10/24 3:17
They did have a good cat litter sale this week.
And Michael’s
10/26 5:12
Probably getting stuff for Halloween.
He’s at my Giant!
10/27 6:17
He does have to eat.
What do I do if I see him at homecoming?
Smile? Wave? Point at your engagement
ring and don’t put out.
You’re not helping.
Chelsea dropped her phone and sighed. Bonnie was right. The fact that he popped up at a couple stores didn’t mean anything. If he’d really wanted to sneak up on her or whatever, he would…
Her hand drifted between her legs as she thought back to their last Halloween together. Freshman year of college. She’d been getting over a cold and decided to skip the parties. They were still sort of together. Going to different colleges, but only like half an hour apart. She’d come home to let her parents nurse her a little for the weekend, but they’d gone out to a party. Around seven, she’d heard a rattling noise by the garage door. She’d peeked out the window and not seen anything. Gone back to Netflix. Ten minutes later, she heard something near the back. Another peek. Still nothing.
It’d gone on like that for half an hour or so. She’d assumed it was some kids playing pranks, made sure the doors were locked, and headed upstairs. Where the bathroom window was wide open.
Had her mom left it open after a shower? It was a chilly night to have a window open, but her parents had been in a hurry. She tugged it shut and headed to her room. When she stepped in, she flipped the light switch. Nothing. She flipped it on and off a couple times, heart moving from fast firmly into racing. Was the power out? She took a long step towards her desk, leaving the door open, and clicked on the lamp there. That worked, and it lit the room up enough. She looked around, using her phone flashlight, but everything seemed fine and undisturbed. The light had probably just burnt out. She stripped down and texted Mark goodnight.
And heard the familiar ping of a text notification from the hallway.
She spun around and snapped a selfie, thrusting her tits out.
Ping again from the closet on the right.
She yanked the door open.
“You asshole!”
There was Mark, half hidden behind their winter coats, one hand in his pocket trying to silence his phone.
He shoved her out, pinning her to the wall. He pulled the ski mask covering his face up enough to expose his lips and kissed her hard, tongue pressing into her mouth.
In the present, she slipped two fingers into her folds and glanced at the clock. Arnold should be out with his D&D group for at least another half hour. Plenty of time.
She shivered when she remembered Mark breaking the kiss to growl in her ear. “Shame you’re already naked, slut. I thought it’d be fun to go slasher on your outfit. She heard a click and felt the cold steel of a knife lightly gliding over her hip.
She’d screamed then, shoving him away and running towards her bedroom. Stumbling from the Nyquil she’d taken, he caught her easily when she tried to shove the door closed, slamming it open and leaving a dent in the wall.
“Good little birdie, putting yourself in a cage.”
She tripped onto her back when she hit the bed.
He shut the door, locking it, and flicked off the desk lamp. She could just see the glint of the hall light off the knife. He kicked off his pants and climbed on top of her, pinning her spread legs under his knees.
He slid into her dripping wet cunt easily, pressing the knife against her throat.
“Normally, I’d tell you not to scream, but there’s no one to hear you. Go ahead; it might make me cum faster.”
She’d screamed. As well as she could with her cold anyway. Again and again, every time he thrust into her. He pressed the knife a little harder, slamming her down into the bed, the creak of the mattress echoing her cries.
It didn’t take long for her to cum, and he was only a few seconds behind her. He pulled out, jerking his cock with his free hand, and sprayed over her tits. As she slowly came down, he traced the tip of the blade through his cum, spelling out MINE and SLUT on her tits.
“So how sharp is that?” she asked.
“Duller than a butter knife,” he said. “I’m not that crazy.”
She laughed and snuggled against him. “You’re sweet. I’ve never had my own personal slasher before.”
And that’s it for October. Pacing was a little off this month. I should do better about trying to write a month or so at a time. Next month is Nano, and this isn’t my main story, but I’m sure I’ll work on it a good amount. Hopefully get a little bit of a backlog. See you then!
Come back on Tuesday for TMI Tuesday and Part 5 on Friday!
J R Vincente 
