Disclaimer: In honor of a fine holiday, my birthday and of course Halloween,
I have tried my hand at a PWP. This is not the sort of thing I usually write,
but the urge struck me to take two special ladies on a night of mischief, giving
trick or treating new meaning. Of course I had to include the fictional love of
my life. An especially fun diversion for fans of "Love
in Photographs". Happy Halloween to all!
Now on with the show...
Torrance desperately tried to keep her eyes on the road, but the rain was coming
down so hard she could barely see the car in front of her. Even though it was
only eight in the evening, the ominous sky made it seem like midnight. The photographer
rubbed her eyes with her free hand as she tried to stay awake. The trips from
New York to Philadelphia to see her beloved seemed to get longer every time she
drove, but she was determined to see Helen. It had been almost a month apart,
and the brunette was anxious to have the little blonde in her arms again. It was
Friday night, and they had all weekend to spend together, much to the older womans
Finally getting to the apartment complex where Helen lived with her two roommates,
Kelly and Mark, she parked her Cadillac Escalade into one of the few available
spaces and made a dash for the building. However, she was drenched by the time
she made it to their door. Nevertheless, she gave a strong knock and waited for
an answer. It was only a moment before Helens auburn-haired roommate came
to the door.
"Torrance, hi. What are you doing here?" Kelly inquired. "Youre soaked."
"Yeah. Its coming down there pretty bad. Look at you. Where are you off
to in such an outfit?" the photographer questioned, looking over the smaller woman
dressed as a Playboy Bunny.
"A costume party. It is Halloween after all. Come in."
"Thanks. Wheres Helen? I would have thought she would be home by now.
We were supposed to do something tonight."
"Didnt she tell you? She got caught up at school. They are having a Halloween
dance, and she got bugged into chaperoning. She wasnt going to, but somehow
she got talked into it today, because there was a shortage of teachers."
"Oh, she didnt call me. Thats okay. We have all weekend I suppose.
I guess I can just hang out here until she gets back."
Kelly nodded. "Or you could go up there. She asked me to invite you for her."
Torrance shrugged. "I guess I could do that."
"You have to be in costume though. Thats the only requirement. You dont
happen to have anything to wear, do you?" Kelly inquired as Mark made his way
from the bedroom.
"Hey, Torrance. Hows it going?" he asked.
"Its going well, Sherlock. Nice outfit but I think I like your ladys
better," she teased, taking in his brown suit and pipe.
"That makes two of us," he joked in return.
"Hey, honey, do you still have that Count Dracula costume? Torrance wants to
go up to the school, but she needs something to wear," Kelly asked her boyfriend.
"Yeah, help yourself to it, Torrance. Its in the closet."
"Thanks. Ill do that."
"Well, we have to get going. Ill leave you some directions on the table
for you though," Kelly stated as Mark helped her into her raincoat.
"Thanks. You two have fun. Be careful out there. Dont let any vampires
or werewolves get you," the photographer jested.
"And you dont let any teenagers get you," Mark responded with a laugh.
Torrance stepped into Mark and Kellys room to get Marks costume.
Making her way into Helens room, she dropped her bag for her stay and then
proceeded to strip off her wet clothes. Carefully she dressed in the Count Dracula
costume. Being that she and Mark were almost the same size, it was a perfect fit
for her. Straightening the medallion that hung from her neck, she looked herself
over in the mirror. She laughed at the transformation in front of her. She actually
made a decent-looking Count, her majestic height and broad shoulders adding to
the allure. Slipping the faux teeth into place, she checked herself one last time
before heading out into the possible adventures of the night.
It was still pouring when she got back into her SUV, but she didnt mind.
All that mattered was that she was out to have some fun this hallowed night. Turning
on her stereo, she cranked up the Halloween songs to get her in the spirit and
was quickly singing along to Michael Jacksons "Thriller" as she drove over
to the high school where her girlfriend worked.
When she arrived she was surprised to see so many cars in the parking lot.
She figured most kids would want to skip a Halloween dance in favor for some old-fashioned
mischief, like she would have done when she was their age. Nevertheless, she decided
she would try salvage what was supposed to be intimate evening with Helen.
Following a crowd of kids inside the gym, Torrance took a moment to look at
her surroundings. It was easy to tell the students from the teachers, because
most of the teenagers had refused to come in costume, but all the adults were
dressed for the event. Across the floor the brunette saw what she had come for
and smiled. Helen dressed in a white sheet with a halo gracing her fair head.
She was leaning against some gym mats, overlooking the crowd with bored disinterest.
The photographer straightened her cape and stealthfully moved across the room
out of her girlfriends line of sight. She got within a few feet before stopping.
Helen still hadnt noticed her.
Going for a funny opening line, the taller woman greeted, "Heaven must be missing
an angel tonight."
When the blonde heard the melodious familiar voice, she turned. There stood
the woman she loved dressed like something out of a movie. Her dark hair had been
gelled away from her face, showing off the small widows peak she naturally
had, which coincided perfectly with Hollywoods perception of the infamous
Dracula. Green eyes flashed dangerously as she gave a sexy grin. Helen could see
the fangs extending down from her lovers top teeth. Torrance wore a pressed
white tuxedo shirt, black slacks, and black shoes. Around her neck on a red ribbon
hung a golden medallion resembling Draculas family crest, and the outfit
was rounded out by a heavy, long, black cape. Helen felt her heart jumpstart at
the sight of her. Her lover looked so sexy and mysterious. "Torrance, what are
you doing here? I didnt think Kelly could actually get you to agree to come,"
she mentioned as the brunette stepped closer.
"Well, I couldnt leave you without a date, could I?" she queried, coming
into the blondes personal space. However, she refrained from touching her,
unsure of what some of the other teachers might think. Nevertheless, Helen moved
in for a hug and snuck a kiss on the brunettes check.
"Im glad youre here. Im sorry our evening was ruined. I just
got cornered in the teachers lounge today, and I couldnt get out of
"Its all right. At least now I can see where you work. Maybe you can
give me a tour of the place," she suggested.
"Well, everything is locked, so the kids dont go wandering too far, but
I do have a key," Helen stated, casting a mischievous look Torrances way.
"How about a tour of my classroom?"
"Sounds good. Lead on, my sweet angel."
The teacher looked around to see where the other chaperons were, noting that
they had ample coverage to be gone a few minutes, so she quietly motioned for
the photographer to follow her out of the gym. A few kids lingered in the hallway,
but they didnt even bother to look up as the two adults passed them. Slipping
her key into the glass door that separated them from the classrooms, Helen looked
over her shoulder. Torrance was smiling knowingly in her direction. "I sure hope
they havent turned on the alarm yet," the teacher mentioned, pulling open
the door. Both of them slipped through it undetected, and then Helen locked it
The hallway was dark being that there were no windows on the interior of the
building. Neither woman talked as they walked leisurely, leaving footfall and
music from the gym as the only sounds permeating the tile floor. Torrance walked
a step just behind the blonde. As Helen led them toward a stairwell leading up
to the second floor, she could sense a change in the woman with her. She heard
the photographers breathing at her ear and the heat of the larger womans
body near her back. Looking up at the stairs into the darkness, the blonde momentarily
wondered if it was a good idea to continue. However, the photographer obviously
had other plans.
Torrance took the first few stairs into the darkness before turning back. The
smaller woman was still on the landing looking up at her. Giving a fang-bearing
grin, Torrance crouched down toward her, whispering in best affected Transylvanian
accent, "Dont tell me youre afraid of the dark." Just then a crash
of thunder could be heard outside as lighting lit up the stairwell through a window
on the exterior wall.
The angel looked up at the vampire. The cloak kept Torrance mostly in shadow,
but Helen could see those green eyes boring into hers. They were magnetic, and
she felt pulled toward the womans sensual power. A fair hand extended toward
her, and she had no choice but to take it. Helen let herself be led up the stairs
to the second floor. It was even darker, and the rain could be heard clearly on
the roof. Silently they moved through the corridor to the teachers classroom.
Helen paused a moment as she put the key in the lock. She sensed something was
about to happen if she opened the door, but when she heard the sultry request
to proceed, she complied despite her inner voice telling her something was evolving.
Helen walked into her classroom with Torrance right behind her. She immediately
moved toward the large windows looking out over one of the parking lots to watch
the rain cascade down the panes of glass. She heard the lock click back into place
before heavy footsteps came to her. However, she didnt dare turn to those
green eyes again. Neither woman spoke, but the younger woman could feel Torrances
body hovering dangerously close to hers and hear the photographers labored
breathing. The sound made her own catch. There was something so torrid about the
way the photographer was acting that it made the blonde weak with desire. Feeling
a hand cupping the back of her fair locks, she trembled in fervor.
Torrance pushed herself up against her girlfriend from behind and snaked one
arm around her waist. She let her mouth close over the teachers porcelain
neck. Helen moaned as fangs scraped over her pounding pulse. Another flash of
lighting filled the sky, letting the blonde catch a glimpse of them in the window.
What she saw made her tremor even more in ardor. Her lovers green eyes captured
her own, and she saw the shimmering desire in them.
"Torrance," she whispered, her right hand finding the back of her lovers
head as the other gripped at the photographers thigh.
"Count Dracula," the brunette corrected playfully.
"Count," the teacher repeated with rising passion as she joined the game. "Please."
"Please vhat?" the vampire inquired as her hands quickly found the ties of
her girlfriends white robe.
Within moments it was pooled around Helen on the floor, leaving her in only
matching white undergarments. Torrance moved them from the window over to the
teachers large desk. Pushing papers to the floor, she lay Helen on her back
and quickly covered the smaller body with her own. The angel moaned as their mouths
came together roughly. Draculas medallion dropped against her cleavage,
causing her to gasp at the chill of the metal against her heated skin.
Torrance growled with growing need as her right hand trailed down her lovers
body between her thighs. The blondes hips instinctively rose to meet her.
Bypassing the satin material that separated her from her goal, the photographer
sunk into the heat awaiting her. Helen cried out in relief and mounting want as
experienced hands moved her. They began to grind together at a fevered ferocity
as the black cloak covered them like a blanket. Helen gripped it tightly with
one hand, trying to ground herself to the animal that was now unceremoniously
starting to ravage her.
Gathering enough of her bearings though, the blonde decided to reciprocate
for her lover. With her right hand she trailed down the vampires side and
between their bodies. Finding the zipper on the slacks, she worked it open as
fast as she could. Her hand dove between the folds of cotton. Torrance grunted
as Helen entered her and began to thrust in time with the photographers
hips. Neither said anything as they simply rode each other wildly.
However, the older woman could feel her peak fast approaching under her girlfriends
ministration. Torrance tried to postpone it by focusing on her lovers delight,
but it was impossible. Helen was hitting just the right stride to make her quake.
Unable to delay the inevitable, Torrance groaned as she shuddered and in her delirium
of pleasure bit the blondes neck as she climaxed. Instantly the metallic
taste of blood flowed into her mouth.
When Helen felt fangs pierce her skin, it sent a jolt of pain skittering through
her that mixed with the overwhelming pleasure of her beloved inside her. Crying
out loudly she gripped the back of the brunettes head, pushing it even closer
and forcing the fangs in deeper into her neck before an orgasm ripped through
Both of them shook uncontrollably for a few moments, but finally both bodies
stilled, leaving them a heap of unmoving mass hidden under the wool cape. Finally,
when Torrance came back to the present and realized she was attached to her girlfriends
neck by her teeth, she tried to ease them out of Helens skin. The blonde
whimpered even after they were completely removed. Meeting the photographers
gaze, Helen saw a drop of her own blood drip from the plastic fangs and splash
against her chest. However, the beast that had temporarily consumed the brunette
seemed to be gone as loving eyes studied her.
"Im so sorry, Helen. Are you all right?" Torrance inquired gently, instinctively
touching the bite marks with her free hand.
Helen nodded. "It just stung for a second. Im okay," she assured her.
Leaning down to the blonde, Torrance kissed the slope of her left breast gently.
"Trick or treat?" she questioned softly as she once again started to move inside
of the teacher.
Helen moaned at the gentle pace. "Treat, definitely treat," she mumbled, running
her hands through dark hair.
The photographer smiled and kissed Helens ear. Playfully she whispered,
"I am Count Dracula, and I vant to suck your blood."
"Youve already done that, Count," Helen reminded teasingly. "Try sucking
something else." The blonde thrust her breasts up toward her lover in hopes she
would get the hint.
"Avec plaisir," the brunette mumbled, leaning down to circle the pale tip of
the blondes breasts with her tongue. Within minutes Helen was riding a second
tide of ecstasy as Torrance guided her gently toward the summit of release. When
it claimed her, she opened her green eyes to meet the ones she adored.
"I love you, Torrance," she confessed.
"I love you too, Helen. Perhaps we should go back. Do you think people are
wondering where you are?"
The teacher shook her head. "I have a better idea. Lets get out of here.
I want to go home right now." Helens eyes left no room for discussion.
"Vhatever you vant, Ms. Melbourne," the vampire replied. "Come. I vill take
you to my castle." Helping Helen off the desk, Torrance went to retrieve the papers
she had knocked to the ground earlier as the blonde dressed again. The brunette
smiled at the woman she loved and handed her the halo that had gotten lost somewhere
in their carnal activities. "Here. You lost your halo."
"I think I lost more than that," the teacher teased, leaning up to kiss her
girlfriends mouth softly. "Come on. Lets go home."
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