The pair of them giggled as they separated. Amethyst Star's mattress sagged under her own weight and that of her boyfriend's, Brawly Beats. His hands were currently clenched around around her smooth rear and squeezed, giving her another playful giggle. She pushed him onto his back and dove in for another quick kiss.

"That was the last one!" she cried halfheartedly as he slid a hand between her legs. "Let me finish getting dressed already!"

Brawly pulled her in for one more peck and slapped her bum. She groaned and her cheeks colored, but he obeyed and released his grasp.

"You know where my shirt is?" her boyfriend asked, an eye on her as she shimmied into her pants. There was something special about a girl trying to squeeze into a pair of jeans one size too small.

"I threw it over there." She pointed to a chair piled with books and other random crap she was meaning to put away. Eventually. She had other things on her mind for the night after mom told her she'd be coming home late. Getting rid of the smell of sex would only take some open windows and some air freshener. The fall night was cold, but a little private time with her boyfriend was worth a little rule breaking and a chilly room.

Brawly gathered his own clothes, his normal band attire and shoes, and lay down on her bed. At first she thought he was lax about everything if that was his casual dress, but apparently chivalry apparently wasn't dead if it was accompanied by a blooming lily and an acoustic guitar serenade when asking a girl out on a first date.

"You gonna stop looking at my butt?"

He plopped onto her bed and put his hands behind his head. He was bigger than most boys at school, but still had a slim face framed by his turquoise hair.

"Not until I can think of a reason not to."

She finished pulling her shirt on and straddled his waist. She felt the tingle in her loins nudging her to continue their recent lovemaking, but that time had unfortunately passed. She ran her fingers across his chest, reveling in the feeling under her fingers.

"Mom's got a little less than an hour to get back. Got some time to kill..."

Brawly smiled and slid a hand up her pink thigh. She batted his hand away.

"Later!"

"Aw..."

"...And I'm a little sore."

He pouted. "Then as a gentlemen, I shall abstain."

She curled up next to him and became the little spoon as he wrapped a comforting arm around her. She'd love to just have him over for the night, but because mom had tomorrow off, sneaking him out in the morning would be exponentially more difficult, especially considering mom didn't approve of sex while still in high school. She'd be grounded forever if her dirty little secret was ever discovered.

Well, onto more pleasant thoughts.

"What are you doing for Halloween?" The holiday was still a fortnight away, but the entire town was already inundated with yard ornaments, pumpkins, and streamers.

"Heh. Me and the boys will be playing down at the park. We've got the date booked and everything. Ringo's even got some cider and spices from the orchard. Flash got one of those electric heaters to stay warm; it'll be awesome. What're you doing?"

"Weeeeell, Paisley and Lavender Lace got an extra ticket Dia de los Muertos mansion party."

"No way! How did they get even one! It's invite only!" She could only snigger as he became starry-eyed. "Cash bar, live band, forty thousand square foot mansion, executive lounge—"

"And I remind you the three of us are all underage, so no drinking, and certainly no sneaking my friends into the lounge for some girl on girl action."

She felt something throb against her thigh.

"My my, is my boyfriend jealous?" The dumb deer-caught-in-a-headlight look was priceless. A snort quickly turned into a giggling conniption and she elbowed him in the ribs. "I've got eye only for you. But..."

She leaned up and held her lips just a hair from his own.

"I can bring up certain "possibilities" to them while we're there. See if one of them wants to come back for the park show and stay for a little encore with you and me."

"You... you would..." he said with the reverent, boyish hope only a horny teen could conjure.

She pecked his cheek. "Just a thought. We'll see what happens when it happens. Onto less blue balling things," he cracked a smile at that, "I've narrowed down my costume to either Harley Quinn or the Crow. I can't decide which one."

"Um..."

"Yes, I'm serious about asking them. Now which one do you think is better?"

He gave a nervous chuckle and readjusted his pants. "Isn't the Crow a dude?"

"Yeah, but I'll be a sexy Crow, like that time Thunderbass dressed in drag last year. Harley's always a ringer and she's pretty cool, but you always see people dressed like her and I thought some creepy genderbending would be fun."

"You could always go for some local legend like that Pinkamena girl. I don't see much of her."

Amethyst shivered.

"No way. Paisley's already going as Pinkamena, and to me, dressing up as some actual murdered person just feels... wrong. With movies like the Crow or Pumpkinhead, I know they're not real people that died. They're movie characters. An actual dead girl is..." She rubbed her skin to get rid of the creeps running down her back.

"Hey, hey, it's okay." He held his hands up defensively. "I get it. No Pinkie."

She breathed a sigh of relief. Paisley got in her face early after she and Lavender Lace wouldn't make a Pinkamena trio. Lavender already had a costume picked out, but to her it was like dressing in someone else's skin.

"Sorry. Paisley kinda jumped on me last week about it."

"It's fine. I get it. And if you want me to choose, I think you'd look great as Harley."

She smiled and gave him another peck. "Or just great on my knees as Harley?"

"Oh, don't tease when I've got to go soon."

"Then here's a little something to tide you over until next time."

She got off the bed and took off her pants. He just sat their popping a stiff one as she pulled off her underwear and tossed at him. Stunned as he was, he didn't do anything as her fragrant panties flopped onto his chest.

"Maybe you'll see another pair on Halloween," she alluded with a wicked smile. "Now I got to freshen up a little. You come too. We are both starting to stink."

Sex was a fun albeit messy task, and Amethyst had become a proponent of if it wasn't messy, it wasn't good. She tossed her bedroom windows open and led Brawly by the hand to the bathroom. It would take a little more than a hand wash and a brush to her violet locks to make her presentable and stop smelling, but it was all a part of the ritual as her boyfriend departed. Forty minutes left, but there was a chance mom would come home a little early. Better safe than sorry, and Amethyst knew Brawly would be too busy thinking with his dick to argue.

He bumped his hips with her own as he washed his hands and put on some deodorant. She felt the childish urge to make faces in the mirror.

"You know, speaking of Pinkamena, we are in front of a mirror," he said.

He looked down to her. He always like to rub it in that she was a good three inches shorter than him. He looked her through the mirror.

"Pinkamena."

His voice was strong, but hers was a breathless whisper as they said her name. Dressing up as her was one thing, but fulfilling the old legend to call the ghost was different.

"Pinkamena."

She set her handwash down. She could hear her thumping heartbeat.

"Pinkamena."

Five times in the mirror was all it took should the legend prove true.

"Pinkamena."

One more. She tried to take a breath that just didn't want to come, the tension that sprung from nothing smothered the small bathroom in a blanket.

"Pinkamena."

A beat.

Two.

Three.

"Almost makes me wish something would happen," Brawly sighed.

"Don't tempt fate." One last kiss for the road. She was always affectionate after sex. "Your bike's in the garage, phone's on the table. C'mon. I need to shower and you need to scram."

A squeeze goodbye and he was out the bathroom. She heard his steps back to her room where he'd set his phone earlier that night and undoubtedly pick up her panties. She grinned to herself as she undressed for a shower. Getting dressed and then undressed was a little bothersome, but it helped send the message that their fun time was over. Hormonal lust was one thing, but fear of parental wrath was another.

"By chance are you and the band dressing up?" she called out.

"Nah," he shouted back. "Just our usual band gettup."

She heard knocking on glass.

'Shit, is mom here early? Did she lose her keys?'

"Brawly, are you closing the windows in my room? It's either that, or mom's downstairs," she said softer, hoping that her voice wouldn't carry outside.

Amethyst heard scrambling, a little swearing, and then nothing. Her heart leapt into her chest. She would be grounded until the heat death of the universe if mom caught Brawly with her panties sticking out of his pocket.

"It's nothing," he called back. "No lights, no engine running, nothing. No one's here but us. Girl, I damn near shit myself."

"You're not the only one."

She sighed in relief. The hand to her chest felt the little thump of her once fearful heart. She heard Brawly go downstairs and raid the fridge.

"Back on topic, I know of a few things I'd like to see you in. I've had my eye on a fireman getup, a sailor, a cop. Maybe the police officer can arrest naughty Harley when the night's done and give her a spanking for being a bad girl?"

She could almost hear him scrambling for words. Good thing he didn't have a milk carton in his hands or something; poor dear was endlessly fun to tease.

"Like... cosplay? Roleplay?"

"Uh huh."

"I... would like that."

Her hand went into her mouth to stop another fit of giggles.

"Didn't know you had the fetish."

"Neither did I."

She heard knocking again.

It was coming from the mirror.


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