Anxiously, I waited by the window in my room for their car to come. I was wearing a Scream mask and a black hoody, along with blue jeans and black air force ones. I had been going trick-or-treating with Shantay for 2 years. Usually, it's the three of us, my mother, and some of their friends, but this year, it was just the three of us. Shantay lived in an apartment building that was a short drive away from my house, so her mother had to pick me up.

I am half-black and half white, or Africasian, as I like to call it. I am light-skinned and people sometimes mistake me for being Hispanic or white. My dark hair is in a ponytail and the length depends on how recently I had it done. My eyes are very dark brown and I am 17 years old, standing at 5'3.

Finally, at about 7:00, the car came through the driveway and Sasha honked the horn. I walked downstairs carrying a yellow, plastic bag, and opened the door. Shantay was standing there, wearing blue slippers, light blue sweatpants and a light blue, long sleeve shirt. She wore face paint that made her look like a cat; black paint was on her nose and white paint was on and around her mouth, and there were six black lines on her cheeks for whiskers. She also wore black and white cat ears on her head.

Shantay is 16 years old, and a couple of inches shorter than me, and is a little chubby. She had brown skin, dark brown eyes, and long dark hair in a braided ponytail. Shantay, like me, lives with her mother.

"Hi, Jimmy", she greeted me, in a nasally voice. She didn't have a cold, that's just the way she talks.

"Hi", I replied as we headed toward the blue sedan.

I got in the front seat and Shantay got into the back seat.

"Hi, Jimmy, how have you been", said Sasha, cheerfully.

Shantay's mother, Sasha, had brown hair, dark brown eyes, and her skin is a little lighter than Shantay's. She is a little tall for her weight.She was wearing a light gray hoody with black jeans.

"Hi, Sasha", I said. "I'm fine."

"That's nice."

She pulled out of the driveway and we were on our way to find a neighborhood with a few rows of houses with the lights on.

The ride became silent again, except for a few bumps in the road. I looked out the window and saw many Halloween decorations on houses, restaurants, and stores. There were so many trick or treaters on one block, that I thought they were having some kind of party. Men, women, boys, girls, and even pets, wore various costumes.

"Mom, can you turn on the radio?", asked Shantay.

Sasha turned on the car radio and turned the station knob. She stopped on Hot 97, which was playing Run It (Remix).

"Wait, leave it here, I like this song", Shantay said. She started singing (off-key) along with the radio and snapping her fingers.

About 10 minutes passed before we stopped in a neighborhood with a row of houses on each side of the street. Sasha parked in front of a red house with a black roof. The lights were off.

"Alright, ya'll ready for some candy?", Sasha asked, knowing the answer.

"Yeah", Shantay and I said, at the same time. I said it plainly, while Shantay said it excitedly.

We all got out of the car and looked around. Many of the houses had decorations, including tombstones and giant Jack'O Lantern balloons on the lawns.

"Let's go this way", suggested Shantay.

She walked toward a big, white house with a white picket fence covered in cobwebs and a 4 foot tall Frankenstein statue by the steps. I rang the doorbell and Shantay said, "Trick or treat." A little, dark-haired girl dressed in a Princess Jasmine costume came out of the house carrying a big, clear bowl of candy. I took what I liked, while Shantay took handfuls of candy at a time, stuffing them into her bag.

We said our thank you's and the girl went back into the house. We walked down the steps and to Sasha, who waited for us on the curb.

"Why did you only take five Reeses cups and peanut chews", Shantay asked.

"Those were the only candies she had that I liked," I replied. "Besides, I don't want to be greedy."

Shantay looked me up and down and narrowed her eyes in mock annoyance. We all walked to a green house, which was across the street. As we walked into the yard, a man dressed as a gorilla jumped from behind a tree, growling at us. Shantay flinched and ran behind me, grabbing my arm.

The gorilla man growled again, making Shantay cower behind me. All I could say was "Wow" as I looked at her. I walked over to the steps to get my candy and Shantay quickly walked backwards out of the yard, staring at the gorilla man, and stood by her mother. I knocked on the door and a short gray-haired woman, wearing a long, black dress, walked out of a screen door. She was holding a basket of small, orange bags of pretzels.

"I'll need some for them, too", I said, tilting my head at Sasha and Shantay.

I walked down the steps and nodded at the gorilla man; he waved at me.

"All that over a costume", I teased. Shantay chuckled nervously, and I gave them their pretzels.

At about 11:00, Sasha said, "Let's get ready to go back home". We walked back to the car and got in. "So, did ya'll have fun?"

"Yeah", I said.

I looked at my bag then looked at Shantay's bag. She had a lot more candy than I did. A few minutes after we drove off, Sasha parked the car and opened her door.

"Hold on, I have to give Rhonda's son the candy I got for him", said Sasha.

She closed the door and walked around the corner. I was starting to sweat, so I took my hood and my mask off. Shantay reached into her pocket and pulled out her cell phone. The silver flip phone's blue light illuminated the car.

"It's 11:05", she announced. "She'll be gone for a while, talking to Rhonda." After putting the phone back into her pocket, she laid back in the seat.

"So, how long have you been afraid of gorillas", I asked her, without turning my head.

She gave a little smirk.

"Do you still hang out with Shaina?", she asked.

Shaina was a childhood friend I had a crush on. She was a year older than me and she lived in my old apartment building. Before she moved, she was Shantay's best friend.

"No", I told her. "She lives in Georgia now."

"Where in Georgia?"

"I don't know. I haven't talked to her since my birthday, last year. She remembered my birthday and called me."

"How old are you now?"

"I'm seventeen... and you're sixteen, right?"

Shantay nodded.

"I remember that you were born a few months after me. Can I turn the radio on?"

"Yeah."

I turned the radio on and tuned to a station where In Da Club was about halfway over. Moments after the song ended, Sasha opened the driver's door and stepped into the car.

"Rhonda talks too much", she grinned reminiscently, turning the key.

We made it to my block and Sasha parked in my driveway. I opened the Sedan's door and stepped out.

"Bye, Sasha, bye, Shantay."

I closed the car door and walked toward my house. I reached into my shirt and around my neck, where I usually hold my key chain. It wasn't there. I put my hands in both of my jeans pockets; it wasn't in either of them.

"Are you alright, Jimmy?", Sasha asked, concernedly.

"I can't find my keys", I explained. "I must've left them in the house."

"Do you have a spare around here?"

"No."

"When does Regina get off work?"

"She's working overtime, tonight. She's supposed to get off work at 6:00 in the morning."

"Do you want to stay at our house for the rest of the night?"

"Yeah. Thank you."

I walked back to the car and sat in the passenger seat. Sasha pulled out of my driveway and turned right. About ten minutes later, she parked in the parking lot that was behind her building. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car.

The entire area was illuminated by orange streetlights and the lights that were hanging from the walls of the large, brick building. We walked over to the sidewalk and through the green side door, which had a narrow, rectangular window in the center. Inside, the walls were lime green and the dirty floor was tan. Up the stairs we went, until we got to the fifth floor and headed to apartment 5F. Sasha unlocked the silver bottom and top locks of the green door and we all walked into the apartment.

To the immediate right of the door was the kitchen. The kitchen had white walls and a wooden floor. Brown cupboards were attached to the ceiling and walls. A mahogany table was next to the doorway. Next to the table was the silver refrigerator.

Shantay opened the refrigerator and put her bag of candy at the bottom. I put mine next to hers. The back of our hands brushed one another as we stuffed the lowest shelf with our bags. For a split second, she looked at me, then closed the door. I followed her into the living room, where Sasha was sitting on the couch, with her legs crossed and her sneakers on the side of the couch.

The living room floor was made of polished wood. Against three of the walls, were three, brown double-cushioned sofas. The couch in the back of the room was in front of two, square windows, which were covered by white blinds. A black TV, which faced the windows, sat on top of a small, wooden stand. Above the couch that was to the right of the TV, was a horizontal painting of a black vase full of violets.

The three of us watched TV together. Sasha and I sat on opposite couches, across from each other. Shantay sat on the floor, next to her mother. She was chewing a stick of Trident. An ad for a basketball video game later came up on TV.

"Jimmy, do you have a favorite NBA team?", asked Sasha.

"Nah", I said, "I don't watch sports."

"Mmm, Jimmy would make the perfect husband. Mine comes home from work and sits in front of the TV to watch basketball."

As Sasha was talking, I noticed Shantay look at her, then at me when she finished talking. We watched the rest of In Living Color until it ended and another episode was aired. Yawning, Sasha stood up and stretched her arms up.

"Well, that's it for me, you two", she said. "I'm going to bed." Shantay and I said "Goodnight" and Sasha walked through the hall beside me and through the door of a dark room, closing it behind her.

"Can I sit there?", Shantay asked after a while, timidly.

"Yeah", I said. "It's your house."

Putting her elbows on the seat of the couch behind her, she rose up and sat next to me. Together, we watched the show until the commercial break.

Shantay ended our silence by asking, "Why did you always try to avoid me when me and you lived in the same building?"

"Back then, I didn't like to be around kids who were too immature for me", I told her. "You used to try to play with me and I didn't want to."

"I thought you did that because you didn't like me."

"No. I just didn't like to hang around little kids."

"You used to make me feel bad when you tried to get away from me."

"I'm sorry, Shantay."

I pat her on the back and rubbed circles in it.

"It's okay", she said looking up at me. "Do you still like Shaina?"

"No, she's not my type."

"So... you don't have a girlfriend?", she asked, shyly.

"No", I said. "Do you have a boyfriend?"

Shantay's face turned red and she covered her smile with her hand. When she uncovered her mouth, she said:

"No. But... I had a crush on you since I was seven. I used to think about you all the time when I was a kid. You liked Shaina back then, and I knew I wouldn't have a chance against her. I was so jealous of her."

"Do you still like me?", I asked.

She smiled, nodded slowly, and put her head down. I stroked her dark hair until she looked at me. Softly, I kissed her on the cheek. She put her hand on the spot and blushed. Her lips quivered as her mouth slowly went from an attempted straight face, to a shy smile.

"You're the reason I go trick-or-treating with you and Sasha", I said, stroking her hair again.

"Really?"

"Yeah, I don't even eat candy that much anymore. For the past few years, I just kept my bags of candy in the refrigerator and never touched them. My Now and Laters turned into Never or Evers."

Shantay grinned, amusedly. Removing her hand from her face, I kissed the back of that hand. Next, I leaned toward her to kiss her lips.

"You can kiss me back if you want to", I told her.

Shantay's eyes shifted up and down before she spit her gum into her hand and moved towards me. Her lips touched mine and I closed my eyes. Our lips stayed together for a few seconds. She stuck her tongue out a little and licked my upper lip.

I parted my lips to let her tongue in. Clumsily and slowly, her tongue flickered inside my mouth. I licked hers before sticking my own tongue in her mouth. She carefully sucked it in and I licked her teeth and gums, taking in her spearmint-flavored breath. We must have kissed for 20 seconds before pulling back.

Shantay's eyes were closed and her quivering mouth was slightly open. Dazedly, she opened her eyes and looked at me.

"Did you like it?", I panted, caressing her hand.

"Y-yeah", she whispered while nodding. Her reply was so soft, I barely heard it.

As we looked directly at one another, my mind drifted off. In the past two years, I had begun to notice what a beautiful woman she was growing into. Before that, she was just a skinny, little girl with a baby face. Now, she was a teenager with thickening hips, long legs, and a pair of B cups. Think back, I felt even more sorry that I used to ignore her.

Shantay's eyes started to blink periodically, and look up and down. They showed uneasiness, as if she was anxious to tell me something. Just before I opened my mouth to question her, she moved toward me.

"There's something else I want to do with you", she whispered into my ear. Moving much closer, she continued: "I want you to be my first."

I was stunned.

"Are you sure?", I asked.

She nodded, looking me straight in the eye, with her mouth closed.

"I've thought about it for years. I liked you for a real long time, and since you like me, too, I know I want to make love to you. Don't you want to?"

"Yes", I squeaked, hesitantly, before clearing my throat.

"We got to be quiet, though. My mother will kill us if we get caught."

"Okay."

"Uh, sit on that couch and I'll turn the light off", she commanded.

She crossed the room and stood next to the light switch, which was next to the kitchen doorway. I walked over to the couch by the window, which was farthest away from Sasha's bedroom, and sat down. Shantay flipped the switch. The only light remaining in the room was from the TV screen.

Cautiously, she paced toward me, looking at the bedroom door from time to time. Picking up the remote on the way, she sat down next to me.

"Ready?", she asked, with determination in her nasally-sounding voice.

"Y-yeah", I said, with a less definite tone.

She turned the TV off and set the remote on the floor. I felt her take her shirt off. Next, I felt her remove her pants and panties. Likewise, I unzipped mine. Pity that I wouldn't be able to clearly see her nude body, what with the very little light in the room but that's better than getting caught.

I sat back and held onto her hips as she moved between my legs. I could partially see her face, thanks to the orange streetlights that shone through the gaps between the blinds. Putting one knee, then the other, by my sides, she sat on my lap, facing me. My right hand left her hip and rubbed my dickhead against her moistening cunt.

"Uhhh...", she moaned, breathing hard.

I shook my dick back and forth, and up and down, along her cunt lips. The friction even caused me to moan. It was soon covered in her warm juices.

"Wait. What was that?", she whispered in fear.

The sounds of floorboards creaking and footsteps pacing softly, shook both of us. I looked over Shantay's shoulder and saw the light under Sasha's door.

"Shantay", I stammered, "hide behind the couch."

Without saying a word, Shantay nearly leaped off me and silently hid behind the couch. Quickly, I pulled my pants up and rolled over, facing the pillows. The door creaked open, loudly, and made me flinch. Though my heartbeat quickened, I remained as still as possible.

Sasha stepped out of her room and into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. My chest heaved rapidly as I panted as silently as I could. Moments later, the toilet flushed and Sasha walked out of the bathroom and back into her room. When I heard the door close, I turned over and looked in that direction.

The light was off, but I decided to wait a while.

"Is she gone?", Shantay asked, suddenly, nearly causing me to jump out of the couch.

"Yeah. Her light is off."

The green digits on the VCR clock read "1:32AM"-- seven minutes had passed since Sasha left the bathroom. I felt Shantay carefully sit back on the couch, in front of my legs.

"Jimmy, do you still want to do this?", she asked, with a bit of nervousness in her voice.

"I only want to do what you want to do", I assured her. "If you don't want to do this, I don't want to do this."

Silence.

"I do."

That said, she stood up and allowed her hands to pet my thighs, brush against my dick, and surf up my stomach. Cautiously, she put her hands on my chest and sat on my lap. She buried her left knee between the back and seat of the soft couch, then put the other knee by my side. Her wet entrance was now resting atop the underside of my re-hardening dick. With my right hand, I held my dick and tapped her clit with it. Tap, tap, tap.

"Ssss", she gasped. "Mmm."

Tap, tap, tap. Carefully, I traced her hole and slipped inside. Her cunt nearly crushed me with its warm, wet walls. Inch by inch, my six inches sunk in.

"Mmmmph!", she suddenly squealed, stiffening her muscles and pinching my shoulders.

"Are you okay?", I asked in concern.

"You... ssss... just... broke through... sssss... my cherry", she hissed quietly.

I raised my upper body and kissed her lips to calm her down. When she didn't respond, I kissed her lips again, this time, trying to stick my tongue inside. Her teeth were tightly clenched together and she was still clutching my shoulder blades. Finally, her tongue swayed from side to side, striking my tongue. I put my lips on hers and we kissed deeply.

"Does it still hurt?", I asked, breaking the kiss.

"A little bit", she answered, strained.

After a while, her hips slowly began to move back and forth. With each impaling, came a low gasp. I put my hands on her hips, then smoothed her back. She responded by caressing my face in her right hand.

"This is so good", Shantay breathed, bouncing a bit faster.

"Mm-hmm", I nodded, though she couldn't see me.

The feeling of it all-- the moisture, the warmth, the tightness-- was too much for me. My sperm began to rise, a little too quick for me, but I couldn't help it. Shantay must have felt it, too, either that or she was also cumming; her hips crashed down on me much faster and harder. I thrust up at her, going as far as I could.

My sperm shot upward, traveling through her hot tunnel, and splashing up her womb. With each spurt, I bucked my hips, then stiffened, then bucked my hips again. Shantay's cunt contracted and clenched me, tightly. She roughly bent down and pressed her lips into mine, bumping our noses, hard. Our tongues shot into each other's mouths and we kissed heatedly until our orgasms settled down.

We panted into each other's faces, feeling the warm air. Our hearts were like earthquakes in our chests. Shantay lifted her leg, causing my dick, which was slick with blood and cum, to pop out of her, and knelt beside the sofa.

"That was nice", she told me.

I agreed, of course.

"It was better than I ever dreamt it would be like."

"Me, too."

"Well, goodnight."

"'Night", I replied.

Gathering her clothes, Shantay walked away and opened her door, before closing it, gently. Before falling asleep, I cleaned the blood from the couch.

I woke up the next morning to an itch on the top of my head. My eyes opened and I saw Shantay standing before me, with her hand in my hair.

"'Morning, Jimmy", she said cheerfully, before giving me a kiss on the nose. She pulled back, smiling.

"Hi", I said.

"I called your mother and she said she's on her way. Breakfast is ready."

She turned and walked away, stopping at the space between the living room and kitchen. "Thank you", she lip-synced, before grinning at me.

I left the sofa and followed her to the kitchen.