The Unknown Encounter

"You done yet? I gotta get ready!”

I glanced at my sister as I opened the bathroom door, but she didn't wait for a response before brushing by and heading for the mirror, her hands already trying to style her long brown hair.

“Big date tonight?”

She rolled her eyes at me before turning back to the mirror, giving a brusque response, “No, Summer and I are going out.”

I scoffed and blew her off as I went back to my room at the other end of the house to chill. It was late summer and Friday night, but I didn't really feel like doing anything, despite the parties that I had heard rumors about.

No sooner had I kicked back on my bed, there was a knock at the door, and I soon heard my friend Dan’s voice from down the hall.

“Mike! Mike!”

I got up to meet him at the door.

“What's up man?”

He lived a few houses down, so it wasn't uncommon for him to drop by.

“You going to Scott’s party tonight?”

“Hadn't planned on it.”

“Oh come on man, you gotta! It's one of those costume mask parties, I forgot what they're called, but I got these and it'd be hilarious if we wore them!”

He produced a pair of white masks that I took for ghost face, but turns out they were just happy and sad clown faces.

“You want me to wear a mask at a party?”

“That's the theme! If we all do it right, nobody will know who's who.”

“Sounds confusing,” I said wryly, flapping the mask in my hand.

“Dude you gotta, come on. Drinks and weed all around, his parents are gone for the weekend.”

I sighed dramatically, his coercion successful.

“Fine.”

So that evening I found myself walking up to the front door of Scott Jordan's house, where people were already partying. I stuck the mask to my face and went in, to find everyone there wearing masks and outfits.

“There's the sad clown!” I saw the happy clown face that Dan was wearing come over from the other room.

“You weren't kidding, I don't know who anyone is,” I said to him as we ambled towards the keg. There were at least thirty people around, some in the house, some in the back or front yards.

There were a couple of dudes I recognized there, simply by their build or demeanor, but I knew almost none of the girls, so well disguised they were. The only girl I recognized was Emily Dobson, who was the school mattress before she graduated with the rest of us. She was dancing up on a couple of guys where the music was loudest, her bare skin and tattoos unmistakable.

More people arrived as the night passed, and I waded into my second beer as I chatted in the quiet rooms and danced in the loud rooms. A girl with short blonde hair and a hockey mask started dancing quite seductively with me, before a guy came over and brought her away from me, obviously her boyfriend. I just laughed and continued.

I was having a good time, I didn't know how much I needed it until I was in the midst. A girl with long brown curly hair and some princess outfit with a light blue mask came up to me and pushed my mask up to make out with me against the refrigerator in the kitchen, and I was just copping a feel when yells came from the next room.

“Hey! Hands off my girl!”

I let the random guy pull his girlfriend away from me, my hands up in amused surrender, tasting her lip balm on my tongue. The night was young still, and I was care-free.

I stepped out for some fresh air, but instead I caught a whiff of weed from around the corner of the house. I went around just to find Dan among three others passing around a joint.

“Sad clown! Wanna turn that face into a smile?” Dan asked me, holding the joint my way.

“Hey, he's not in rotation,” one of the girls in the group said, her mask that of a black cat, complete with ears.

“Yeah wait your turn,” said the other guy there, wearing a Michael Myers mask.

I accommodated them, standing in order, and felt the marijuana wash over me as I breathed deep. Passing the joint to the cat-eared girl, her fingers lingered on mine just long enough to draw my attention. I barely saw her blink at me through the eye slits of the mask. When we finished the pot, me and the cat-eared girl were the last ones standing there. I could tell she had a hot body, and her dark lipstick matched her mask that only covered her nose and above, completing the picture.

“So how did you get the sad clown mask and he didn't?” The girl asked. I could barely hear her over the sound of the music coming from the window near us.

“Don't know. I guess I'm the one who needs cheering up!” I said slyly.

She laughed at that, her hand touching my arm. There was a spark of attraction there, augmented by the mystery involved with not seeing each other's faces.

“I think I can cheer you up,” she said, her teeth white as she smiled up at me. She took my hand and led me further down the alley to the dead end, where the garbage cans usually sat.

“Is the kitty feeling a little frisky?” I teased as I followed her.

Her giggle was girlish and light as she turned to face me, her eyes glittering beneath the mask.

“Very frisky,” she whispered up at me.

I lifted my mask just enough to expose my lips, and I leaned down to make out with her. She met my advance with a fiery passion, exchanging spit with me like there was no tomorrow. My hands found places on her body that made her moan and filled my hands quite nicely.

“I'm so wet,” she gasped as we broke apart.

Her hands found my crotch and gripped my shaft through my clothes, her touch insistent.

“Bend over,” I gave as an order, making to undo my fly. She turned to the fence and stuck her butt out, lifting her skirt, the curves of her butt evident beneath the moonlight… and unhampered by underwear.

“Damn, you're ready to go, aren't you,” I commented as I took in the sight of her naked ass, feeling my rock hard cock twitch as I let it flop out the front of my pants.

She shimmied her hips a little for me in response.

“Just hurry up, someone might see us,” she said breathlessly as I closed the distance between us.

“Don't worry,” I quipped as I brought my rod to bear between her cheeks, fishing for her wet notch, “I'll be quick.”

I found the entrance and pushed in, her tight body barely letting me penetrate her, despite how soaked she was.

“Ahhh!” She cried aloud before clapping a hand to her mouth to stifle the sounds as I began to stretch her tunnel out. I grit my teeth so as not to make any noise, despite the heavenly textures that surrounded my dick, soft yet firm and very hot and very wet.

“Shhhh,” I shushed shakily as I sank deeper into her body, making her shiver and lightly whimper, “someone might hear you.”

I saw her head nod as she adjusted her stance and arched her back so that I could penetrate her more easily. This girl knew what she was doing.

I gripped her hips as I drew back to push back inside, and established a rhythm. Her body felt amazing in my hands, and her pussy felt amazing around my member as I plowed her deeply.

I felt one of her hands sneak between her legs and fiddle with her clit as I fucked her, her mouth uncovered, but her voice under control.

“You're so fucking tight,” I hissed, our bodies linked by the primordial act.

“You're fucking big!” She gritted out between gasps and squeaks. Her hand on her clitoris picked up speed.

The praise sent me over the edge, and I think she could tell. She looked over her shoulder at me and pleaded.

“Stay inside me, I'll cum!”

The desperation in her voice and the tightness of her twat was all the convincing I needed in the heat of the moment. I let my instincts take over.

I jammed deep inside her and dumped my spunk far into her body, feeling my cock head mash flat against the end of her vagina. I grunted as I climaxed, pumping shot after shot of semen into her.

True to her word, the cat-eared girl stiffened in place, a soft whimpering noise escaping her open mouth, her busy hand moving sporadically, pushing her butt back against me as I strained my hips forward as much as I could.

We both wanted it deep.

“Ahh fuck,” I panted as I finally quit cumming, feeling her insides twitching as they gripped me. I could hear her panting for breath as well, a little shiver running through her every so often.

I had never cum inside a girl before, not even my first girlfriend a year before would let me. It was the best experience in my life so far, and I knew I would spend my life going forward dreaming of just such an experience.

I held her butt cheeks as I drew my cock from her slippery passage, the tip slipping free with a groan from both of us.

The music continued from inside the house, the party seemingly ignorant of what just transpired.

We came back to earth and put our clothes back in order, her skirt falling down over her lily white ass as I recaptured my cock in my pants.

“That was so good,” she whispered, closing the distance to give me another kiss, which I returned wholeheartedly. It was something special, sharing a kiss after sharing sex, and I was carried away by it, feeling like I was on top of the world.

“You were so good!” I replied, lame to my ears, but she shifted self-consciously, and I could tell she appreciated it.

“We better get back, sad clown, before we are missed,” the mystery girl said, pulling my mask down over my mouth again.

“What's your name?” I asked, wondering just who I had cum inside.

She shook her head with a smile and brushed past me up the alley, “I’m cat-ears, sad clown!”

We rejoined the party, and danced together in the loud room, moving and gyrating beneath the lights without a care in the world. Eventually we lost each other as the party went on, and I am sad to say I didn't see her again that night.

As I stumbled home in the middle of the night, I remember hoping that cat-eared girl got home okay, and that she was on birth control. Because it had been a long time since I had cum that hard, probably pumped a pint of semen up her snatch.

As quietly as I could, I snuck into and through my house to collapse in my bed, and pass out with my clothes on, quite satisfied.