inside of my thighs.

“For my eyes only,” he smirked, walking towards the exit. “Happy Halloween.”

“Are you not at least going to tell me your name?” I pulled my mini skirt down and tied the front of my blouse to hold my tits.

“Why spoil the mystery?” he laughed, unlocking the doors and then leaving me in the dark by myself.

“Bastard,” I muttered under my breath. But damn that was a good fuck. My panties felt like I had pissed myself.

When I returned to the party shortly after my secret tryst, all the priests were together except for Red. I looked for him, but it appeared he had left the building. He unloaded so much sperm inside me; I eventually had to get out of there myself. I couldn’t drink anymore alcohol, anyway.

I woke the following morning with a monster hangover and slipped my naked body out of bed. I pulled a dressing gown on tight and then went downstairs for a strong cup of coffee. I couldn’t believe how late I had slept in. It was coming up to lunchtime. I never slept in that late.

“A goodnight?” my mother asked, preparing a salad. “Can I get you a coffee?” My parents were asleep when I arrived home drunk and disheveled, soiled by a stranger who’s name I didn’t know, yet allowed him to use me as his cum-dump.

“Milk and two sugars. Thanks, mum.” I sat down at the table and ragged my messy hair around as I scratched my head.

“Afternoon, sleeping beauty,” my dad called out sarcastically, and too loudly, his voice antagonising my headache.

“Don’t start, dad,” I complained. “I know it’s self inflicted.”

He laughed at my suffering. “Billy called round this morning. He told me to give you this.” My dad placed a mad, red priest mask down on the table, causing my eyes to nearly pop out. No! “What’s wrong, Chloe? Billy said he saw you at the party last night, and that you kept nagging the boys to give you a mask. Are you ok?”

“Um, yeah,” I lied, trying to compose myself. “I just forgot about it. I need a shower. Thanks for the coffee, mum.”

I hurried upstairs to my bedroom with my caffeine and the mask. Billy, you bastard! He wasn’t one of the boys. He was one of my dad’s old friends. They used to play rugby together and sometimes shared a pint in the club. I didn’t recognise him because I hadn’t seen him in years, or I just never noticed him when I did see him.

I didn’t know what to do and became angry at myself. My dad didn’t deserve a so-called friend who fucked his daughter, let alone in the players lounge where they used to drink together after a game. Oh, God. That stolen moment he took of me with his phone, I remembered. Bent over the table, my intimate bits on display as his cum leaked out of me shamelessly.

Well, I have absolutely no idea if anyone got to see that photo or where it might have ended up. But at least I didn’t see Billy anytime soon. I bumped into him a year later in a supermarket. I was with my mother in the frozen aisle when he appeared and said hello. He thankfully never let on about that night, but I was so embarrassed, I wanted to die on the spot.

“I had a fling with him once,” my mother smiled, reaching for a bag of frozen peas.

“Who? Billy? When?” I flustered around the trolley, thinking she had cheated on my dad with my dirty Halloween fuck buddy. It was too much to take in.

“It was a long time ago,” she smiled as if she were reminiscing about it. “We were high school seniors. But don’t tell your father. It was a few months before I got with him. You know what he is like. He wouldn’t take too kindly to knowing one of his friends had me first. Would you like to try one of these frozen veggie rices?”

I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t believe it after all these years. I have never told anyone about that Halloween until now. Instead, I lived with the awful knowledge that Billy had fucked both me and my mother decades apart. As devastating as it would be for my dad to learn that truth