She snatches up my hand when she comes back, and she pulls me into the maze that’s made up of stacked hay bales and creepy-looking scarecrows.
As we go deeper into the maze, the fewer people we see, and when Kathleen yanks me into the shadows, I press her into the walls of hay bales, pushing my tongue into her mouth. I feel her body writhe against mine, warm and wanting me.
“Eddie,” she breathes against my mouth. Her hand squeezes the hardening front of my jeans, and I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips.
I wait for a moment, making sure no one is going to sneak up on us as the sky darkens overhead. I can feel the shift in the air, like the shift between us two.
“It’s going to storm,” Kat says above me, breathless as I kneel at her feet, pulling her tights down her legs to get to what I need most.
“We have time enough,” I tell her, slipping a hand up her thigh and under her skirt.
She’s already wet, and when my fingers slip inside of her, Kathleen tips her head back, gasping at the feel of it.
I wonder if any man has touched her like this or if I’m really the only one who’s ever been this close to her.
I push open her legs a little more where she stands, leaning against the wall of hay and plastic spiders. Under her skirt, I find her wet folds once again, and when I lick, Kathleen buries her hand in my hair, gripping my long locks and tugging gently. She might just as well be burying her fingers in my heart as well.
Suddenly there’s a sound around the corner, and I come back up, lifting Kathleen to carry her over to a hidden shadowy spot where there’s a stray bale waiting. She sits and opens her legs for me once again, letting me wrap my hands around her thighs and squeeze as I lap up the slick, hot wetness between her legs.
“God, Eddie,” she breathes, sounding wrecked as I kneel in front of her with my face between her legs. “Please, please don’t stop what you’re doing now.”
I lick a slow circle around the bundle of nerves that I know will send her over the edge quickly, and when I begin to pump my fingers in and out, Kathleen lets go, coming hard on my fingers. She pants, going limp, using the wall for support.
When we make our way out of the hay maze, rain begins to fall softly. Kathleen has a death grip on my hand. She grins up at me every now and again, looking smitten. I know I must be looking at her the same way too.
"Eddie!" Stevie comes skidding to a stop before us, and there’s a massive pumpkin perched precariously in his little arms. He slows down, the smile growing brighter on his face as the happiness on his sister’s face becomes clear to him.
The rain begins in earnest, and yet I can still taste Kathleen on my lips and tongue. The water doesn’t wash away her intoxicating scent.
"Is that your pumpkin?" I ask Kathleen’s little brother, looking over the large orange monstrosity before I give the thing a hollow little knock just for show.
Stevie’s eyes light up again, and he nods excitedly at me, holding the foot tall and just about as wide pumpkin as high up as he dared to show us.
“Are you sure?” Kathleen asks him, still sounding a little breathless from our romp in the hay bales. “That’s a big fellow, Stevie.”
“Yes, this is the one I want! What about you, Eddie? Where’s your pumpkin at?” Stevie asks under the shelter of the trees, looking as if he’s going to find it there.
“No, no, it’s already raining and everything. It’s going to storm soon. One for you is good enough for me,” I tell him, smiling because he seems so excited.
I look around and try to see if there are any umbrellas available for us to use or if we’ll have to pay and then run back to the car just as quickly before the full brunt of the storm hits the rolling hills.
I don’t see any, but I don’t want Kathleen in the rain either.
A hand catches my arm, holding me back from stepping into the rain. I glance back at Kathleen, and I’m completely ensnared by the crystalline green of her big eyes, even more vibrant and more beautiful than the stormy sky above us as the rain pours down.
“But Eddie, come on now,” the whine from Stevie is just as mind-changing as one would assume it would be. His sister also aids him, squeezing my fingers as she looks up at me. “You have to get one, and you promised me anyway!”
“Eddie, you agreed to make jack-o-lanterns with us, plural. That can’t be done with just one pumpkin, you know,” Kathleen grins at me, knowing the influence those eyes have on me. “You have to get one for yourself if you want us to do it.”
“Then where’s your pumpkin, Kat?” I ask her, raising an eyebrow in challenge.
“Yeah, Kat, where is your pumpkin?” Stevie asks her, pointing at her empty hands.
She stops, looking between the both of us with reluctant affection beginning to spread over her pretty features.
“I should have known you two would be trouble when put together. Of course, I’ll get one in the rain if Eddie does, but I’m happy with this day anyway. I’m happy doing Halloween things and being with the two of you.”
Now it seems it’s my turn to surrender under the combined force of Kathleen and Stevie’s prodding and pouting. Even as I pretend to resist their combined looks, a part of me loves all of this.