The following contains sexual scenes and nasty words.  
Don't read it if you are underage or if you don't like 
stuff like that.


People....this one turned out weird.  It kind of took 
a wacky turn about halfway through, and has a sort of 
creepy ending.  Still...I would like to hear back if 
any of you actually liked this one.

-Pami


The Masque by Pami (pami1968@aol.com)


It was a chilly fall day in October.  The sky was 
gray, and the weatherman forecasted drizzle and 
showers all day.  Even the vibrant reds and oranges 
and yellows of the falling leaves were somehow dulled 
by the dreariness.

She sighed as she glanced out the window at the 
depressing sky.  She was trying to decide what to wear 
to the Halloween Feast and Ball she was attending that 
afternoon and evening.  Oh, everyone would be dressed 
up anyway...that was part of the group.  They got 
together whenever possible to re-create the middle 
ages.  The glorious days of knights and their ladies.  
Well, maybe it wasn't QUITE like that, but to her it 
was sort of like getting to be IN a historical romance 
instead of reading one.  Something exciting always 
seemed to be just around the corner, although in 
reality some of the events she attended were kind of 
boring and she felt sort of like an outsider.  But she 
was determined to make her mark in the society, 
regardless of how on the fringes she actually was.  
She just wanted to be acknowledged as part of the 
group.

Tonight was Halloween.  The special night when 
anything was possible.  And there was to be a masked 
ball that evening, following the feast.  She figured 
it would be the same old people, but the idea of 
hiding identities was a fun one.  Who knew who would 
actually be there.  And the same old people could seem 
exciting, and you could pretend, even MORE, that you 
were someone exotic and interesting, and DIFFERENT.

She slipped into the dun-colored gown and reflected 
that the drabness of her garb was pretty on par with 
the drabness of the weather.  It was a few years old, 
and all of her friends had seen it ad nauseam, but it 
was comfortable and warm.  She picked up her new gown 
and tossed it into a bag with a gold-colored eye mask.  
She hopped in the car and was off.

It was almost an hour's drive to the event, and she 
got there right after lunch had been served.  She saw 
her friends at a table across the room from the 
entrance and waved to them.  She checked in and 
glanced around the hall.  Linen tablecloths covered 
the round wooden tables, and there were different 
types of candlesticks on them to provide the period 
lighting.  Everyone seemed to be having a great time.  
She looked closely and saw just about all of the same 
people she saw every time, and sighed again.  Some of 
the ladies' gowns were magnificent.  To her left was a 
woman in a black and gold Tudor dress, draped over a 
hoop, she surmised, and wondered how the heck women 
sat down in those things.  Toward the back was a woman 
all in some kind of flowing gauzy dress.  Not very 
period, but she sure did look pretty.  Two little 
boys, about five years old, ran by her, chased by 
their father, she guessed.  At least they were all 
wearing matching tabards, and Dad was kind of 
handsome, too. She smiled.

She wove her way to her table and she greeted her 
friends.  Everyone was looking resplendent in their 
holiday garb.  She pulled a chair up and sat down.  
The usual conversation flowed around her, and she 
participated from time to time, still absorbed in 
admiring the clothing from various periods of the 
middle ages that surrounded her.  Finally, someone 
addressed a comment to her.  It was one of her male 
friends, asking her if THAT was really what she was 
going to wear for the ball.  His girlfriend hit him on 
the arm and told him that it wasn't chivalrous to ask 
a lady that question.  She smiled at him, and simply 
remarked that she was comfortable and after all, there 
wasn't really anyone there she wanted to impress 
anyway.  His smile disappeared, and she
chuckled.  Yes, it was slightly meanspirited of her to 
say that, but he did grate on her nerves from time to 
time and needed put in his place.

She wandered outside with a couple of friends and they 
watched the fighting going on underneath the trees.  
Some of the armor was plain leather, some was chain 
mail, some was plate, but to her they all looked like 
they were having fun.  The marshals kept an eye on the 
fighting going on to ensure that no one was hurt and 
stopping the action when it approached the spectators.  
Some ways off, she could see the archers winging their 
arrows at a few targets shaped like men.  And beyond 
them, the fencers went back and forth, epees hollowly 
ringing in the air as they clashed.

She chatted with some of the other ladies, and the 
afternoon passed fairly quickly.  Before anyone 
realized, it was time for the feast.  And it was 
delicious.  Flaky rolls, chicken in various sauces, 
some kind of beef swimming in a sauce that tasted like 
red wine, candied ginger and walnuts for dessert.
And other things, of course, but she didn't want to 
eat too much.  She packed up her feast gear...wooden 
plate, pewter goblet, knife and fork, and told 
everyone she was just going to head out and put her 
things in the car.  People were collapsing the tables 
and pulling the chairs to the sides to make room for 
dancing.  The musicians were off to one side, making 
musical noises and, she assumed, planning the 
selections for the evening.

She had parked on the far corner of the lot, away from 
the building, and it was dark.  There were trees on 
one side of her, and her car blocking the hall, as she 
quickly changed.  She pulled her long golden hair up, 
and wound it into a knot, although wisps insisted on 
falling out.  Without a mirror, she reflected, that 
was the best she could do.  She lifted the mask out 
and tied it around her head.  It really didn't hide 
her identity, but it made her feel....fascinating.  
Not like the brown wren who showed up in the beige 
dress that everyone had seen a thousand times before.

She picked up her cloak and wrapped it around herself 
and gingerly picked her way back across the lot, 
holding the train of her gown up, so it did not gather 
dirt and twigs and leaves on it.  

She re-entered the hall and heard the strains of a 
recorder, or five, playing some jaunty tune that she 
had never heard before.  And as she glanced around, 
she saw that about half of the people there had masks 
on...because, you see, on Halloween, Death came out to 
play, and in medieval times, you had to disguise 
yourself so that he would not recognize you and would 
pass on to the next unfortunate soul.  Of course, 
these were the MODERN middle ages, and many people 
disdained to wear a mask, or a costume.

She saw a few of her friends about halfway across the 
hall, and made her way over to them.  On the way, she 
smiled and nodded distantly at some people who seemed 
to be staring at her. "Wow," she thought, "My hair 
must be REALLY wild...I had better get to a mirror and 
repair it."  She poked the gentleman who had remarked 
on her unremarkable dress earlier in the ribs.  "Is 
this more to your taste, my lord?" she asked in a 
lofty tone.

He turned and looked at her and his mouth dropped and 
he said nothing.  "Geeze...I make the effort and all I 
get is silence?  Harumph," she said to him in mock 
disgust.

His girlfriend turned to her and she stopped in mid-
sentence.  Slowly her friends looked at her.  She 
started to feel very uncomfortable.  "It's the mask, 
huh?  Too much?  Should I take it off?"

"Nnnooo," the unlordly gent replied to her.  "You just 
look GREAT!  Where did you get that dress?"

She smiled, and explained that she had bought it from 
a seamstress that she found a few months back.  "It 
just fit right and I couldn't turn it down."

She and one of her girlfriends started to mingle, 
promenading on the edges of the crowd.  Not in the 
dance floor, but not against the walls either.  They 
chatted with people here and there.  They giggled 
together and marveled at some of the costumes.  There 
was Cleopatra, and there was a Templar Knight in full 
chain mail, and over there was...Death!  In a full 
length black cloak.  He looked kind of spooky.  Like 
you would expect Death to look, she reflected.

Suddenly they were stopped by a man in a short 
sapphire blue velvet tunic.  He was not wearing a 
mask, so of course they recognized him at once.  

"Well met, my lady," he smiled at her, ignoring her 
friend, "You look wonderfully well.  I have missed 
you.  And what are you costumed as this evening?"

Her friend whispered that she was going back to their 
"home base" and left her.  To face him.  Her ex-
boyfriend.  The man who had once told her he would 
break her heart.  And he had.

She inhaled deeply and smiled, "I come as the Sea, 
milord....don't you appreciate my efforts?"

He was indeed thinking that she was looking wonderful.  
Her sea-foam green gown, in the Italian Renaissance 
style, accentuated her full breasts, and the gold mask 
made her chocolate brown eyes seem darker and more 
mysterious.  "Well, milady, I knew that the sea had 
WAVES, but not curves like that," he flirted with her.

She blinked back the tears that suddenly threatened 
and swallowed the lump in her throat.  "Well, I should 
have known, my lord, that YOU would find some way to 
make me feel like a dumpy cow."  And she turned and 
walked as quickly as she could, without running, to 
the exit.  

Why did he have to be here?!  She hadn't seen him at 
an event in so long that she thought she had forgotten 
what he looked like.  Then, BAM, he showed up, in her 
face, looking like a god with his angelic smile and 
white-blond hair.  She had been so good lately. There 
were even full days that passed that she didn't think 
about him anymore.  After all, it had been a year 
since they had even seen each other in passing.  And 
for him to insult her so.  She was just thinking that 
she was ready to move on, FINALLY.  She pulled off her 
mask and the tears fell.

His mouth had dropped when she stormed out so abruptly 
and he wondered what he had said to her.  He sighed.  
He HAD missed her.  Seeing her in all of her finery 
made him want nothing more than to claim her for his 
own.  He glanced around the room and saw her friends 
glaring at him fiercely.  Ah well, they hated him from 
day one anyway, he thought to himself.  But their 
opinion hadn't swayed her feelings one bit.  He found 
himself walking slowly toward the exit.  He had to see 
what had upset her so.  God knew he had done enough to 
hurt her in the past, but he was damned if he was 
going to let her hate him for something that he didn't 
even know what it was.

He walked out into the night and didn't see her at 
first.  The moon darted behind the clouds and there 
were no lights in the parking lot either.  It was very 
dark beyond about ten feet past the hall.  His eyes 
accustomed themselves to the darkness and then he saw 
her.  She was all the way across the lot, and he could 
barely hear her talking to herself.

He looked around, and saw no one, so he started to 
cross the lot after her.  Her mask was on the roof of 
a car and she had pulled her hair down so that it 
streamed past her shoulders.  And he heard her...

"I will NOT cry over him anymore.  I will NOT let him 
hurt me anymore.  He is a SCHMUCK.  He is NOT worth 
this.  It has been over a year.  Why does his opinion 
even matter?  No, it doesn't.  That's right, 
girlfriend, it doesn't."

"You know, its ok to talk to yourself, dear, but YOU 
answer yourself.  Now THAT is scary," he called out to 
her in a laughing tone.

"Fuck you," she called back.  "What the hell are YOU 
doing out here?  Come to give me a little more?"

"What on earth are you talking about?" he asked her, 
genuinely perplexed.

The almost full moon showed itself and they both 
paused.  He felt like his breath was stolen at the way 
her hair glowed in the moonlight and it picked out the 
white embroidery in her pale green dress.  She felt 
like she had been hit in the stomach at the way his 
hair seemed to form a halo around his head and 
reflected the moonbeams in the silver edging on his 
tunic.

"Oh, you know what I mean.  You know how I am about my 
weight.  And yet you made that asshole crack about my 
curves inside.  I hate you."

"Dearest, sweetest Lady, I NEVER meant to hurt you 
about this.  I know how sensitive you are.  But you DO 
look heavenly tonight.  I always loved your curves.  
And so would any red blooded man in his right mind."  
"Well, that lets you out, then, doesn't it?" she 
cracked back.  She knew she was doing it again.  The 
best defense was a good offense, she had always 
maintained.  But with him, it was necessary.  She 
needed to move on once and for all.

He came closer to her.  And sighed.  He HATED it when 
she got like this.  "You are such a BITCH sometimes."  
He paused.  "And I mean that in the best of ways of 
course."

"Just go away, ok?" she asked and she turned away, 
trying to hide the tears.

"Are you crying?" he asked.  Even though he knew full 
well what her answer would be.

"Nnoo," she sniffled.

"Come here," he said, and pulled her around and into 
his arms.  She just felt right there.

She cried and cried.  She wasn't even quite sure why 
she was crying anymore, because when the rational part 
of her piped up, it reminded her that the reason she 
was crying was holding her in his arms, and surely 
that couldn't be a good thing.

Finally, she stopped.  And she sniffed, "I am such a 
DORK!"

He laughed, and pulled her face up toward him.  "But 
you are a cute dork.  And I DID miss you."

"I missed you too," she smiled.  And stood still while 
he wiped the tears off of her cheeks with the sleeve 
of his tunic.

"And I STILL think you are the sexiest woman here," he 
told her with a smile on his face.

She giggled.  "Yeah.  Right.  Ok."

"Oh ho...don't believe me, eh?  Well... would I do 
this with someone who wasn't the sexiest woman here?"  
And he pulled her close on kissed her.

She knew what was going on.  She was being about as 
stupid as she could be.  She was almost over him, and 
here she stood.  Kissing him.  It felt WONDERFUL.
She sighed, and leaned up and kissed him again.  

The passion flowed like it had been yesterday that 
they had professed their love for each other, not a 
year ago.  His teeth reached out and nipped her lower 
lip and she groaned.

"Remember that?" he murmured in a low tone.

She smiled again.  "The first kiss.  I remember."
"No," he rebuked her.  "It was the SECOND."

"Yes, I know.  But to me it was all like one BIG kiss.  
Not two smaller ones."  She glowed up at him with the 
memory of their first date.

"Yes, well..." he leaned up against her car, bringing 
her with him. "Do you know how much I wanted you that 
night?"

She laughed throatily.  "Not as much as I wanted you.  
But...good things come to those who wait.  And we did.  
No matter how hard it was."

He looked down at her again and was struck by how 
RIGHT things were when he was with her.  "I have 
waited over a year for this to happen again," he told 
her, "And I cannot wait any longer."  And he leaned 
down into her, his body pressing against hers.

She reveled in the feel of his hard chest against her 
swelling breasts.  His leg pressed between hers, and 
she felt the firmness of his thigh against her pussy.  
His mouth found hers, and their tongues dueled back 
and forth.

She wrapped her arms around him and grasped his firm 
ass, pushing his short tunic up and finding that he 
had no underwear on.  And she laughed into his mouth.

"You find my ass amusing, wench?" he asked mock 
sternly.

She chuckled up at him and continued caressing the 
downy cheeks of his bottom.  "Oh no, milord.  I LOVE 
your ass.  But you were....regimental...tonight.  Did 
you KNOW I would be here?"

"Ah, my love, I had only HOPED to find a fair maiden 
here.  Little did I know that the fairest of them all 
would be mine for the taking."  He smirked down at 
her.

"And you think I am yours for the taking, milord?" she 
inquired archly.  "I don't THINK so."  She pulled her 
hands off of him and down to her sides.

He pulled her arms back around him.  "Oh no, my 
dear...don't THINK at all... just FEEL.  Who else 
makes you feel like this?"  He asked as he wrapped her 
hair around his hand and pulled it back, exposing her 
throat to his mouth.  He swiftly reached down and bit 
her, hard, right at the base of her neck.  He licked 
her neck from side to side, knowing that this, more 
than anything, made her hot.  And he slowly ground his 
thigh up against her pussy, feeling the heat through 
the brocade of her gown and knowing that she felt it 
too.

She moaned.  Damn, he knew all the right moves to get 
her going.  In addition, he still owned part of her 
heart.  Why should she fight him?  

Her hands crept below his tunic again and kneaded his 
ass.  He laughed triumphantly against her neck and 
licked lower.  He pulled her chemise lower and used 
his hands to pull her tits up over the top of her 
bodice, exposing them to his gaze.  In the darkness 
they glowed pale white, and the nipples seemed brown, 
rather than the dark pink color he knew they were.  He 
reached down and caressed one, watching it harden 
before his eyes.  And he leaned his head down and 
licked the other with his tongue, feeling it grow and 
engorge in his mouth.  He sucked the tip between his 
teeth and bit it, holding it firmly between his teeth 
while his tongue flicked back and forth across the 
incredibly sensitive nerve endings.  He could hear her 
moaning lightly above him and knew he was pleasing 
her.  That turned him on almost as much as her 
touching him.

And her hands had slowly moved around and she was 
stroking his hard cock now.  She sighed breathily.  "I 
missed this guy, you know," she told him as she pulled 
away from his hands and mouth and dropped to her knees 
to give him a hello kiss.  Her tongue flicked the head 
and he groaned.  "Such a PRETTY penis," she mockingly 
told him as she licked all around the head of his 
prick.  He hated it when she said that he had a pretty 
one, although he supposed that was preferable to her 
saying that she hated to look at it.  In fact, as she 
drew him deep into her mouth, if she wanted to say it 
was pretty, as long as it made her want to go down on 
him, she could say anything she damn well wanted.  And 
then he stopped thinking as he felt the head of his 
cock at the opening to her throat.   She had always 
wanted to deep throat him, but she had trouble with 
it.  Not that he didn't appreciate her efforts, but a 
plain old blowjob was great too.  He went to pull out 
and she stopped him.  She looked up at him, and he 
looked down into her bottomless dark eyes.  He felt 
her swallow and then swallow again, and then he was 
THERE!  She had taken all of his cock down her throat.

"Oohhhhh...." he groaned and shut his eyes.  It felt 
incredibly hot and wet and fucking awesome.  He could 
just feel her tongue around him as he pulled out a few 
inches and then back down her throat.  "You are so 
incredible," he moaned to her as he slowly and 
steadily fucked her face.  She moaned and the 
vibrations from her larynx were too much.  He pulled 
himself out of her mouth quickly.  And pulled her to 
her feet.

She looked at him questioningly.  She knew it was the 
first time she had taken all of him in her mouth, but 
she thought she was doing it right.  And now he had 
made her stop?  "Did I do something wrong?" she asked 
him softly.

He looked at her in disbelief, and kissed her long and 
hard, tasting his precum on her tongue.  "No.  No.  
You did it too good, I am afraid.  I don't want to 
come just yet"

She smiled at him.  "You know I love the way you 
taste.  Kind of like brie."  They both laughed.

"Truly, you are an evil wench," he told her.  "But I 
want you to feel good too."  He pulled her to the back 
of the car, bent her over the trunk, and lifted her 
gown over her waist.

"Regimental, milady?  And you took me to task for 
that," he told her as he ran one finger down the crack 
of her bottom and along the wetness that was seeping 
out of her. "Well....MY dress is longer than YOUR 
tunic.  And it IS more comfortable.  And, OH!" she 
exclaimed as his fingers suddenly spread her pussy 
lips wide and she felt the chill of the night air 
against the heat of her sex.

"I am tempted to make you pay for that.  Your cheeks 
are so temptingly white in the evening.  Perhaps I 
should spank you to remind you that those in glass 
houses should not throw stones."

She moaned as his palm caressed her exposed ass.  "But 
then someone might want to know what is going on.  And 
while I am sure you wouldn't mind them knowing what a 
slut you are...my wife might not understand why I am 
the one you are a slut for.  And you ARE my slut.  
Aren't you?" he asked as he ran his fingers up and 
down her cunt to her asshole and back.

He felt her tremble as his forefinger suddenly thrust 
deep into her pussy.  God she was wet.  And hot.  And 
she moaned.  "Be quiet.  You don't want anyone to come 
out and find us here, do you?" he asked her 
rhetorically, knowing that she wouldn't answer.

He fucked two fingers in and out of her now, feeling 
her thrust back on them.  "MMMmmmmm," he moaned.  
"Your cunt is so hot for me.  Do you want me to fuck 
you now?  Hmmmm???"

"Yes," she panted, "Yes.  I want you inside me.  Now.  
From behind.  Fuck me.  Hard.  And deep.  Please."

"Now, now, be a good girl," he told her as calmly as 
he could with his cock stroking over her engorged 
pussy lips through the wetness.  "Tell me.  Tell me 
where you want me to come."

And he rammed his prick deep into her tightness.  They 
sighed as one.  "You feel so good inside me," she 
murmured at him.

"You feel so good around me," he growled at her, "I 
have missed you.  And this....TOO much.  I know...I am 
not going to last long this time."  Already he could 
feel his balls churning.

They grunted each time he thrust into her.  She loved 
this feeling.  She loved feeling him inside her.  No 
one got her this turned on.  Just him.  Damn, she 
thought fleetingly, she still loved him.

He loved this feeling.  Her walls clamped tightly 
around him, as if they were made for him, and him 
alone.  Damn, he thought fleetingly, he still loved 
her.

"Where, damn it.  Where do you want me to come?" he 
asked her again.

"Please," she told him breathily, 
"Please...come....inside...me...."

Oh God, he thought.  Inside her.  She wants me inside 
her.  She still loves me.  I know it.

"I can't wait, love.  I...am...going...to....come...." 
he stammered with each thrust into her slick and tight 
cunt.

"Come....please...."she answered.  "Come..."

And he thrust one last time into her and held it there 
as, with a muffled yell into her hair, he felt the 
semen rocket out of his cock and fill her.

She felt it.  The throb and pulse of the jets of come 
inside her.  And it triggered her own orgasm.  She 
screamed into her fist and collapsed on the trunk of 
her car as she swore the clouds cleared and the stars 
came out for one magical moment.

He lay gingerly on her back, feeling himself soften 
inside her.  And she reveled in the feel of him 
against her.  He finally pulled out and straightened 
his tunic.  He smoothed her gown down over her exposed 
bottom.  He turned her around and kissed her lightly.  
Romantically.  

"I love you.  I have missed you so.  We WILL find a 
way to be together," he told her.

"Shouldn't you be getting back inside?" she asked him.  
"People will wonder where you are."

"Did you hear me?  I said that I love you," he told 
her testily.

"Is THAT what you said?" she challenged him, hating 
herself for doing this, but not being able to stop 
herself.  "Perhaps what you meant to say is that you 
love fucking me, but you need to get back to your 
family now."

He angrily looked at her.  "Happy Halloween, my lady."  

"Happy Halloween, milord" she replied distantly, 
wondering what the hell she was doing.  And reflecting 
that this was an ugly tangle that no one would come 
out of intact.

He sighed.  He took her hand and lifted it to his 
lips.  "I do love you.  And I will call you."  

"Good night, milord," she said, withdrawing her hand 
from his.

He turned and walked away.  She watched him go, 
wondering to herself why she hadn't bothered to tell 
him that she had her phone number changed.

The moon came out and glistened on her sea-foam green 
dress.  There was a rustling in the nearby trees as a 
dark figure emerged.  She gasped as she recognized 
Death.  "You had better put your mask on, my lady, so 
I do not recognize you again."

She choked as she put on her mask.  She inhaled deeply 
and took Death's arm. "Milord, shall we?"  
