Wings And All

“Know what you're going to be for Halloween yet?” Justin asked me on the phone. When I'd last talked to him I'd been trying to determine my costume for the Halloween party my best friend was throwing tomorrow night.

“Yes--my costume came today, as a matter of fact. I just tried it on a little bit ago.”

“So what is it?”

“I'm going to be a bee.” I grinned excitedly even though he couldn't see me.

“A bee,” he repeated. “That's...interesting.” He sounded nonplussed.

“Isn't it?” I answered, unfazed by his reaction. He just didn't understand how adorable my bee costume was because he hadn't seen it. When I'd spotted it on one of my favorite lingerie websites the week before, I knew I had to have it. “You should see it. It's so cute.”

“If you say so,” Justin sounded like he was smiling. I pictured his smile, one of my favorite things about him. There were a lot of things I loved about Justin. I loved the way he looked--had loved it since the first time I saw it when we'd met two months before. I loved the way he watched me, the way he spoke to me, the way he kissed me. There was only one problem for me on the horizon of our budding relationship, and I had to admit it was one that I was having a hard time ignoring.

“Maybe you can come over after the party and show it to me,” he continued.

“Sure,” I said. My friends who would be at the party had heard a little bit about Justin--to the point where they had dubbed him my “nice guy,” as that apparently distinguished him from the other guys I fucked.

And therein, perhaps, lay the problem. I had no problem with Justin's “niceness,” of course, but I had found that it overwhelmingly pervaded the one place I didn't necessarily want it to--which was in bed. Justin fucked sweetly. And he usually let me initiate things. It wasn't that I didn't like that, but sometimes...I simply wanted to be thrown down and fucked. Fucked by the alpha male holding me down and pounding me fiercely. Fucked like I'm just there just to provide pleasure for someone else. Fucked, to paraphrase the immortal words of Nine Inch Nails, like an animal.

But that wasn't the way Justin fucked. I tuned back in as I realized he was talking again, telling me to stop by whenever I was done regardless of how late it was.

“Sure thing,” I said. “See you tomorrow.”

Twenty-four hours later, I stood in my closet in a towel, fresh out of the shower and collecting the accessories I had assembled to go with my costume: black thong, black fishnets, black vinyl thigh-high boots, black vinyl arm-length gloves. I spread them out on my bed with the costume pieces and surveyed it all like I was checking the parts from the box before assembling a set of shelves.

I picked up the delicate pair of wings, joined in the center by a fabric black-and-yellow-striped bee body. They were shaped with wire around the edges and filled with a fragile yellow mesh flecked with gold glitter, which was already appearing all over my floor. A black plastic headband sporting fuzzy yellow balls on springs served as feelers. I smiled as I pulled them out of their plastic wrapper.

Then there was the costume itself: a smooth, tight, black and yellow horizontally striped tube-top-style bodice that ended at the hips, where it turned into a bright yellow multi-layered tutu about eight inches long. It covered approximately half my ass.

I turned from the costume and sat at the vanity to do my hair, piling curls on top of my head before arranging the feeler headband among them with the care of a bride arranging her veil. I smiled at the fuzzy bouncing feelers above my mass of ringlets and returned to the bed. Piece by piece I slid the costume on, ending by slipping my arms through the elastic loops attached to the wings. With a last glance in the mirror, I headed out the door.

The party was at my best friend Kennedy and her husband Dave's house. I parked and got out of the car gingerly, careful not to catch my wings on the door frame. My fairly exposed fishnet-covered ass raised a few eyebrows at the party, but thankfully no one said anything. I knew this group wasn't used to seeing me like this--much as they may have been used to hearing about my various sexual exploits--but it was Halloween, so apparently I was afforded a few liberties. When Dave emerged from the kitchen and spotted me, he burst out laughing.

“I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you managed to make a costume meant to represent an insect look like a fetish whore getup. Why didn't you just pick something easy like a dominatrix or something?”

“I think you know I don't need Halloween to give me an excuse to dress like a fetish whore, David,” I responded. “It so happens that I think bees are awesome. Do you realize the job of the queen bee is to basically lie around in the hive all day and get fucked by various boy bees who come in, do the job, and then get kicked out of the hive to go about their day? I appreciate the chance to pay homage to such a brilliant species.” I turned and smiled as Kennedy, dressed as an exotic witch, approached to offer me a miniature bag of candy corn from the plastic jack-o-lantern she was carrying.

Greeting me with a hug, she said, “Somehow that wasn't exactly what I pictured when you told me you were going to be a bee.” She looked me up and down with a smile. “I have to say though, until tonight it would not have occurred to me that I would find black and yellow stripes and a yellow tutu sexy. Nicely done.” She looked back at me and winked. “Shame you're wasting it on us.”

“Actually, I'm stopping over at Justin's after I take off tonight.”

“Justin...oh, your nice guy,” Kennedy recalled with a nod.

“Right.” The hint of dryness in my voice appeared to go unnoticed.

A few hours later I said goodbye and click-clacked my spike heels down the sidewalk to my car. I waved and arranged myself in the driver's seat, paying careful attention to my wings and ducking my head to keep the feelers out of the way while I closed the door. I checked my hair, which had kept its carefully curled placement during the party, and started the engine.

As I made my way to Justin's apartment, I fidgeted a little. My wings made driving a bit awkward, and the vinyl encasing my limbs was starting to make my skin feel hot. I was admittedly beginning to look forward to taking the whole thing off after I showed it to Justin. It had, however, been a great costume for the party, and I was pleased with the way it had turned out.

I parked and walked up to the apartment, entering when I heard a “Come in” in response to my knock. Justin's roommate Jake was on the couch watching TV; he laughed at my costume as I closed the door behind me.

“Hey Elizabeth. Nice feelers,” he said with a wink.

I smiled and headed for the stairs that led up to Justin's room. The vinyl on my legs squeaked as I walked through his doorway. He looked up from his computer screen at me.

“Do you like it?” I turned around and looked over my shoulder, sensing my fuzzy yellow feeler springs bouncing as I craned to see the back of the frilly yellow tutu. I wiggled my hips and flipped it playfully, which wasn't really necessary because it didn't cover my ass even when it was placed properly. I beamed and turned my head back around, reaching for the elastic straps at my shoulders as I prepared to take off the wings.

Before I could, I felt Justin up against me from behind. Surprised, I started to turn, but he wrapped his arms around me, pinning mine against my body and holding me in place as he kissed the side of my neck. I shivered. The wires of my wings pressed against my shoulder blades as Justin's hands moved slowly down my arms to my hips, where they snaked around to the front of me and glided up to my breasts. He hooked his fingers under the top of the black-and-yellow-striped elastic and slid it down, exposing my tits and immediately covering them with his hands.

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Surprised--albeit pleasantly--I tried to move again, but his body and arms held me in place. He moved from kissing my neck to my ear, still standing behind me. The unexpectedness of his actions made me breathless, and I felt myself getting wet. I ran my hands over his on my breasts, the ebony vinyl of my gloves shining in the dim light from his computer.

Justin pulled away slightly and spun me around, the black vinyl of my boots creaking as I moved. I caught my breath as he reached and cupped my crotch. My breathing continued in short gasps as he slowly maneuvered his fingers for a moment. Then his hand stilled; his eyes on mine, he gave a hard, sudden yank. Taken by surprise, I lurched forward against him as I heard the rip of my fishnets. Immediately I realized he had been maneuvering his fingers into their tiny holes to gain the leverage he needed to tear them.

It worked. Obviously the wings weren't the only part of the costume that was delicate.

Pulling his cock out of his jeans, he grabbed a condom from the bedside table and had it on by the time he pushed me down on the bed, meeting my eyes in the darkness as he pressed himself on top of me and hooked his arms around the vinyl on my thighs. I heard my fishnets rip further, tearing along my inner thighs, and felt him push my black thong out of the way. My head went back against the bed as he shoved my thighs back against my body and entered me. My shiny black heels bounced above his head as he fucked me harder than he ever had--as hard as I'd always wanted him to. But it was the unfamiliar carnal look in his eyes that almost made me come.

I ran my vinyl-covered fingers through his hair and held on tight as I bit my lip to keep quiet. His roommate was downstairs, and it was my practice to be quiet when we fucked at his place. So it was silent as he took me, wings and all, on his bed in the scant light of the computer screen.

Justin got up on his knees, pulling my ankles to his shoulders and running his fingers lightly down the vinyl encasing my legs. He ran them all the way to my pussy, where he continued the motion until his fingers covered my clit, his blue eyes piercing into mine.

I bit my lip hard as I felt myself getting close. Justin kept his eyes on mine, the look in them relegating me to near incomprehensible desire. He smiled slyly as he saw how hard I was trying to be quiet. It had never been so difficult before.

In a flash he was on top of me again, his fingers not breaking their rhythm as his lips found my ear.

“Go ahead, baby. The queen bee runs the show--I'm sure she's allowed to scream if she wants, “ he whispered.

His hot breath in my ear sent me over the edge, and I heard him chuckle as I cried out, barely aware of his grabbing a pillow and covering my face with it as my vocal chords let loose with all they'd been holding back. He held the pillow over me, muffling the sound, until I was done shuddering, back to gasping breathlessly as I lay in near-oblivion.

Justin tossed the pillow on the floor and got back on his knees, slamming into me as I felt the rough glitter on my wings scraping against my back. He reached down and clutched my throat as I squeezed the yellow frills of my tutu with vinyl-clad hands. My head went back; I felt the springy feelers getting crushed between my head and the mattress. I had a pretty good feeling my perfectly piled curls were no longer so.

When he came, it was with a vengeance I'd not seen before from Justin, and it matched precisely the way he had fucked me. His eyes squeezed shut, a harsh groan pushing through him as he slammed into me. I was convinced there was no physical way he could be deeper inside me.

I watched his eyes as he opened them and looked into mine before pulling slowly back off me. Breathless, I eased myself into a sitting position, smoothing the front of my costume somewhat back into place.

Gee, Justin,” I said, panting slightly. “Would you like me to dress up for you more often? I mean, if I'd had any idea it would have this kind of effect on you...what would you like me to be next? Catholic schoolgirl? Cowgirl? Cop?” I understood people often got off on such popular cliché outfits. But bee? I'd just thought it was a cute costume.

Justin grinned as he crossed the room to retrieve the bottle of water on his desk. Shaking my head a little, I pulled the headband from my hair, now a mess of falling tendrils mostly pasted with sweat to my neck. I wondered briefly as I slid the elastic from my shoulders if we had crossed a threshold, or if he thought this was a one-time thing.

Justin smiled at me as he returned to the bed, giving no indication of what was going on in his head. But I wasn't really worried about it. I smiled to myself as I reached down to unzip my boots.

Now I knew he had it in him.

Emerald's erotic fiction has been published in numerous print and e-book anthologies as well as at various erotic websites. She is an advocate for sexual freedom, reproductive choice, and sex worker rights and blogs about these and other topics at her website, The Green Light District