By early afternoon, the haunted house was finally starting to look like something that might actually scare people.

Drew was thrilled that Becca had asked him to come help her with this little project.

The community had gotten together and decided to build a House of Horrors for people to wander through on Halloween night. It was to be a one-night event, with ghouls, ghosts, vampires, and zombies, all designed and staged to scare the crap out of people.

Drew was quite familiar with building sets like this. He used to do it at his own home all the time. People would scream and jump, then laugh, and it was such an amazing time for him.

That's why Becca asked for his help. She remembered those elaborate displays he used to build. She always admired his artistic abilities.

The front rooms were covered in cobwebs, the walls were streaked with fake blood, and an assortment of skeletons and zombies stood waiting for the doors to open. Throughout the old house, speakers played the distant sounds of rattling chains, werewolf howls, and people screaming.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork in the room they had been assigned.

"Now that's disgusting," Becca said, coming up beside him.

"Thank you. I've been working very hard on... disgusting,” Drew replied while wiping artificial blood off of his hands. 

The display featured what appeared to be the lower half of a body sprawled across the floor, surrounded by enough fake blood and rubber guts to make a medical examiner reconsider their career choices.

She leaned closer, studying it.

"Something's missing."

He looked at her. "What's missing?"

Becca smiled. "Where's the rest of the body?"

He stared at her for a moment, then glanced toward the black curtain he had been working on behind the display.

"You doubt my vision? Check this out."

Her smile widened. "Whatcha got figured out?"

He lifted the black curtain and pulled out a hospital gurney from the now-hidden closet. He had acquired it at a yard sale years ago, knowing he'd find a great use for it someday.

"I'm thinking we set this gurney here and pile all these fake body parts around it, then splatter more blood all around the gurney and floor," he explained.

She looked intrigued.

"We'll both dress from the waist up as zombies. Blood and guts, ripped-up clothes, the whole works."

"Okay?"

"I'm thinking we'll conceal the lower halves of our bodies behind the curtain. I'll cut a small opening so our upper bodies can lie on the gurney. It will look like we've been ripped in half."

She looked very excited about the idea.

"So we can moan and groan like zombies and reach for people as they walk by?" she asked.

"Exactly! One of us can hide in the closet while the other plays the zombie. Then we'll swap when there's a break between customers."

Drew grinned as he looked at the gurney, already imagining the reactions they would get.

Becca looked at him, then back at the gory display.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

It took them another couple of hours to finish setting up their room. Purple and red lights hung throughout the darkened space, casting eerie shadows across the walls and making the fake blood look disturbingly real.

The whole house was busy. Groups of people moved from room to room, putting the finishing touches on their assigned sections. Everyone had their own flair for what they thought was scary, and the sounds of laughter, power tools, and the occasional startled scream filled the old house.

But as the afternoon wore on, he found it increasingly difficult to concentrate on their display.

Every time she bent over to readjust some rubber entrails, her comfortable sweatpants rode up between her cheeks, framing her ass beautifully.

And she knew exactly what she was doing.

She'd glance back at him with a little smile, pretending to be completely innocent.

But there was nothing innocent about her, and he knew it. They had a long history of heavy flirting and the occasional impromptu rendezvous. He knew her well enough to recognize when she was deliberately trying to get a reaction out of him.

And judging by the way she kept smiling, she was enjoying every minute of it.

She bent over one more time, forcing him to adjust himself so his erection wasn't uncomfortably pressing into his jeans.

"What are you doing over there?" she chuckled, glancing back over her shoulder.

"You're making it very hard to get any work done!" he retorted.

"Maybe I can help you with that," she teased.

Drew really wanted to take her up on that offer, but they only had an hour or so left to finish the job before the house was locked up for the night. Everything had to be ready for the following evening. Plus all the participants in the haunted house were being treated to a pizza dinner. 

Drew took a deep breath and turned his attention back to the display.

Becca caught the movement and pouted.

"What's the matter? Afraid you won't be able to concentrate?"

"Keep that up and we'll never get out of here on time."

"Promises, promises," she replied, turning back to her work. 

They finally finished, but Becca really wanted to see how the whole thing would look to somebody walking by.

He carefully moved the curtain aside so he could get behind the gurney.

"Turn off the overhead light and let's see how it looks," he instructed.

"Okay..."

She flipped the light switch, leaving only the red and purple lights glowing. The room looked exactly the way they had hoped. It was eerie, and the fake blood almost seemed to glow under the purple light.

He carefully maneuvered his arms, head, and torso through the opening in the sheet, then stretched out on the gurney. He reached toward the room, making low groaning and moaning sounds as she watched, giggling.

"Perfect!" she exclaimed.

"How about you walk out of the room, then come back through like you're a customer?" he suggested, still lying on the gurney. "See if we missed anything."

Becca smiled. "Okay."

She turned toward the door, making sure to give her hips a little extra sway as she walked away.

He watched as she did her best little sexy walk and thought about how much he wanted to be with her every day.

Once outside, she called in to let him know she was coming back and that he should play the part of a zombie.

Drew started moaning and groaning again as she reentered the room.

She tried to act frightened, holding one hand over her mouth and the other against her chest. She picked her way through the gory body parts scattered around the room before approaching the bloody hospital gurney.

He did his best zombie impersonation, reaching for her as she came closer. When she finally got within reach, he grabbed her thigh.

But instead of growling "Braaaaains!" like a proper zombie, he groaned, "Puuuuussy!"

She playfully jumped back, pretending to be terrified.

"I don't want to be eaten!" she sarcastically exclaimed.

She stepped back within his reach, still laughing at his lame attempt.

"It looks fantastic," she assured him, looking around the room. 

He was staring directly at the outline of her pussy beneath her sweatpants. The fabric had pulled tight enough that he could make out nearly every detail.

"Yes, it does," he replied, not knowing whether she'd caught his innuendo.

He ran his fingers up the front of her thigh, almost to the apex of her legs, when she said, "We should probably get out of here and let them lock up."

"Party pooper."

During dinner at a large pizza buffet, Drew and Becca did their best to contain themselves while chatting with the other people involved in the project.

But keeping their hands to themselves was proving to be a challenge. Beneath the table, they kept finding excuses to rub each other's thighs, exchanging little smiles whenever nobody else was looking.

Drew's hand occasionally wandered higher along her thigh, and Becca tried to keep a straight face while suppressing a quiet, involuntary moan.

She wasn't about to let him have all the fun, though. Before long, her hand was resting on his thigh, moving just enough to remind him that she could be every bit as distracting as he was.

Across the table, someone was enthusiastically discussing the final plans for Halloween night.

Drew nodded along, pretending to listen.

Becca caught his eye and smiled sweetly.

Neither of them had heard a word.

Drew couldn't take it anymore. He gave her thigh a little squeeze, and when she looked at him, he nodded toward the family restroom.

Becca understood immediately and withdrew her hand from his lap.

Drew stood and excused himself, saying he was going to use the restroom. Most of the people around the table barely acknowledged him, too busy carrying on their conversations.

A moment later, Becca announced that she was going to get some more pizza. Instead, she followed Drew toward the restroom.

They each glanced around to make sure nobody was paying them any attention before slipping inside. Drew closed the door, locking it behind them. 

There was no hesitation. Becca pushed Drew back until he was leaning against the counter, and they began kissing passionately. Their hands wandered over each other's bodies, making up for all the restraint they'd been practicing throughout the day.

Becca unfastened his jeans while Drew tugged her sweatpants and panties down over her hips to her thighs.

There was no slow, deliberate foreplay. They'd had enough teasing. 

Drew turned them around, and Becca caught herself with both hands on either side of the sink. They exchanged a quick, breathless look in the mirror, both knowing exactly how little patience either of them had that night. 

Becca braced herself against the countertop as Drew moved closer behind her. She spread her legs, caught up in the moment, and no longer able to hide how much she wanted him close.

He took hold of his cock and began running it along her incredibly wet opening, savoring the heat. 

Becca arched her back and pushed back at the right moment, allowing him to slide into her in one swift motion.

Drew let out a deep, quiet groan as he watched her face in the mirror. Her eyes were partially closed, and her mouth was barely open as she tried to keep quiet. 

The effort showed in the tension across her face and the way her fingers curled tightly against the fake stone countertop.

She glanced up at him in the mirror, her expression a mixture of pleasure and playful frustration at having to keep quiet. When their eyes met, she couldn't help smiling. Even now, with the rest of the group just outside, some part of her still found their predicament funny.

He gripped her hips as he thrust harder, causing quiet “Ohh's” to finally escape her lips. She pushed back harder, matching his rhythm. Her body began to tremble and she squeezed around him. 

“Oh my God,” she whispered as she dropped her head down, hiding her face from his gaze.

Drew was close, and she could feel it. She pushed back hard, causing him to take a step back. 

Becca pulled away and spun around while dropping to her knees. 

His eyes closed as she wrapped her fingers around him, slick with her juices. His hands came to rest on the back of her head as she took all of him into her warm mouth. 

She skillfully bobbed back and forth. It didn't take much of her swirling tongue before he erupted. 

He felt as if fireworks had gone off inside him.

Becca stayed there, swallowing everything he had to give. She looked up at him with a devilish smile, her hair a bit disheveled. 

“I didn't realize I was getting dessert when we went out to eat,” she joked. 

After getting dressed, they snuck out of the restroom, trying not to draw any attention to themselves. Becca and Drew both grabbed some more pizza and returned to the table. It was as if nobody had even noticed they were gone.

The next afternoon, Drew showed up early so he could put on the finishing touches.

He had realized the night before, while lying across the gurney, that it was rather uncomfortable on his legs and hips. So he brought a padded bench for their knees to rest on while they lay across the gurney, playing the part of the undead for several hours.

He also brought a padded stool so they had something to sit on while waiting their turn in the closet. 

While waiting for Becca, he dripped more fresh fake blood around the room, making sure everything was perfectly gory. 

Drew was on the floor, making sure the fog machine worked, and hadn't heard Becca walk in.

"Awesome!" she exclaimed, startling him slightly. “Happy Halloween!” 

He turned and looked up at her, amazed. It looked like she had spent hours applying her zombie makeup. Her face had a decomposed look, with tears and dark, dried blood running through the wounds. Her hair looked as if she'd been dug up out of the ground.

Her shirt was ripped in several places, noticeably exposing the cups of her bra. He could just make out one nipple poking through.

From the waist down, everything was normal. She was wearing black yoga pants, which would blend perfectly with the curtain.

Drew loved that. He often wondered if she knew he could make out her shape through those pants.

He knew it would be a difficult night, stuck behind her in that little room hidden by the curtain.

Thankfully, it would be dark in there, so he wouldn't be able to stare at her ass all night. 

“You look fantastically horrible,” he joked.

Becca was quick to point out that he hadn't even started getting himself ready.

"I was hoping you could help me put all this makeup and stuff on," he remarked, holding up the bag containing his own ripped-up shirt and prosthetics.

"Of course," she replied softly.

He started lifting his shirt, and Becca instantly felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of his tight stomach, abs, and broad chest.

She stared at him, making him a little self-conscious as he pulled on his new-but-old, dirty, ripped-up shirt.

He carefully sat on the edge of the gurney so as not to disturb any of their bloody props. Then he dumped his bag of makeup and rubber prosthetics onto the surface so they could start gluing them into place. 

As Becca glued each rubber wound to his face and neck, they giggled and chatted about how fun the night was going to be and how they should act as customers came through.

Using her skills, she blended the rubber pieces into his skin with makeup and fake blood.

As she leaned closer to apply the makeup to his face, her clothed mound came to rest against his knee. Drew couldn't help but notice. 

He wiggled his knee back and forth slightly, causing a smile to crack across her otherwise serious face.

She ground herself against him, feeling warmth spread through her, then waited a moment before stepping back, before things got too heated.

"None of that, mister! We've got some serious scaring to do."

He was visibly disappointed, but agreed. 

She reached out and ran her fingers quickly through his hair, messing it up a bit. Then she admired her work.

"Perfect."

She looked at him with a more serious expression. "So, I'm actually kind of nervous about doing this tonight," she began.

"Oh?"

"Maybe you should take the first shift so I can get a feel for how it's all going to work."

Drew thought about it for a few moments. He could see the worry on her face.

"Okay, I'll take the first shift on the gurney," he offered.

"Thanks," she said with a sigh of relief.

Drew pulled his phone out of his sweatpants pocket and checked the time. "We've only got about half an hour left," he said.

"You want to check out everybody else's rooms before it opens?" she asked.

He agreed and grabbed Becca's hand, pulling her along.

They did a quick walk-through of the entire haunted house. From the twisted Alice in Wonderland room to the vampire lair to the devil's chambers, everything looked amazing.

"Five minutes!" someone yelled as they ran through the house. Everybody headed back to their rooms to get into position.

Drew switched off the overhead lights in their room and pulled back the curtain. He stepped in first and started maneuvering his upper body through the opening as Becca stepped in behind him.

He rested his knees on the little bench and realized that it felt much better than trying to stand.

"Are you ready?" Becca asked.

"I was born to be the dead!" Drew exclaimed.

They both laughed at his remark as she took a seat on a small stool in the corner of the little hidden closet. She pulled out her phone to check her makeup just as somebody shouted that it was time.

Drew could hear the voices of people as they entered the house, along with occasional screams and yells as they began making their way through the scary rooms.

Even though he had a lot of experience with Halloween displays, he was a bit nervous about his performance. But he kept that to himself as the first people came into the room.

He made various deep, drawn-out moans and groans and moved his arms slowly, as if he were reaching for the people walking by.

“How’d they do that?”

“Wicked!”

Some laughed, while others screamed when they realized he was moving. Others took pictures, and many of the couples held hands and walked close together so nothing could reach out and grab them.

"Oh God!"

"Shit..."

"That's awesome!"

Their comments and screams encouraged Drew to keep going.

About half an hour into his performance, he felt Becca's hand running up his inner thigh.

He shifted his hips back and forth as her hand moved over the length of him through his sweatpants. 

It must have added to the performance for the people watching from the other side of the curtain.

Drew's erection grew as she quietly ran her fingers back and forth over him.

"Not fair," he whispered when there was a gap between customers.

"What'cha going to do about it?" she giggled from behind the curtain.

She knew he was powerless to do anything about it at the moment.

"Oh, yours is coming," he growled as the next wave of customers walked into the room.

"What's coming?" a young woman asked as she stood in front of the table.

Drew just moaned as he reached for her, but his moan became noticeably higher-pitched when Becca gave him a firm squeeze.

As that wave of customers moved out of the room, Drew began scooting back through the opening.

Thankfully, they only allowed so many people into the house at a time so there were going to be little breaks about every half hour or so. 

"It's your turn," he said. "My knees can't take this much longer."

"Fine..." she said with some disappointment.

They traded places, and as Becca got herself into position, she looked back over her shoulder.

"Behave yourself back there!"

"Don't I always?"

"Uh-huh," she said as the next group approached their room.

Becca began her best impression of a zombie, and Drew was impressed. He realized that standing behind the curtain, he could see through the sheer material pretty well because of the red and purple lights on the other side. He could see her arms slowly reaching out, making clawing motions toward the guests, and her snarls were really good. Too good, he thought.

He also realized it was really hard to see inside the curtained-off closet.

He could make out the faintest silhouette of her yoga-pants-covered rear end as she knelt on the padded bench. 

He resisted the urge to take out his phone and use it as a light so he could watch her rear end wiggle back and forth. Instead, he used his imagination as he sat on the little stool, listening to her performance.

He sat on the stool for nearly twenty minutes, listening to her, but he couldn't just sit there any longer. 

She had given him quite a raging erection, and he couldn't let that go unanswered.

Drew carefully scooted the stool closer to her and reached out. His hand made contact with the back of her thigh.

He ran his fingers up and down the back of her thigh, from her ass down to her knee. Her moans hadn't changed much in pitch, so he moved to her inner thigh and ran his fingers upward.

That changed her tune.

But there was nothing she could say at that point. The room was full of customers laughing and screaming.

He pressed his fingers against her pussy through her yoga pants. He could feel her warmth, and it egged him on further. 

Becca really couldn't say anything at that moment, as more people were walking in. Somebody even complimented her on her raw groans as they made their way through the room.

She twisted and wiggled her lower half as Drew pressed his fingers against her through the thin material. 

“Not fair,” she grumbled.

Drew grew bolder and hooked his fingers into the waistband of her stretchy yoga pants. As he pulled them down over her ass, she wiggled more, as if encouraging him.

He couldn't see what was before him, but he could definitely feel it, and he was shocked to find out she wasn't wearing any panties.

He grinned wickedly, figuring she had probably planned this moment. 

Drew could hear the crowds growing as more and more people came into the House of Horrors. It was going to be a while before Becca and he would be able to swap places again.

With her yoga pants bunched up at her knees, which were still resting on the bench, he ran his fingers back up the inside of her thighs. When he reached her pussy, he was shocked at how wet she was. His fingers slid into her completely, causing more moans and groans on the other side of the curtain.

He curled his fingers inside her while rubbing her clit with his thumb. He looked through the sheer black sheet, seeing that her head was lying on its side as she half-heartedly reached for customers walking by. 

She was trying to concentrate on two things at once, but he was making it very difficult for her.

He withdrew his fingers, causing Becca to let out a disappointed-sounding moan, but he was far from finished.

He spit on his fingers, making sure they were thoroughly coated, and then slid two fingers back into her pussy and began wiggling his thumb into her ass.

Becca squirmed momentarily at the shock of what he was doing to her. She did her best to keep the customers entertained while also encouraging him.

After several minutes of pleasurable torture, Drew scooted forward off the stool, making sure to quietly push it back as he got on his knees behind her.

He withdrew his fingers, wrapped his hands around her hips, and leaned forward into her. His tongue made contact, licking from clit to ass repeatedly. 

With his tongue inside her pussy, he grumbled out in his best zombie dialogue, “Mmmmmmm, pussssssy.”

He didn't think anybody out in the room had heard him, but Becca sure did and couldn't stop the giggle that escaped her lips.

She pushed back into his face, moaning and groaning louder. She had long since stopped paying attention to the frightened passersby.

While the customers saw a great impersonation of the undead, Becca was seeing stars. 

The room quieted for a moment. Drew looked up and saw nobody out there, but he could hear voices down the hall.

“Do you want to switch places again?” he teased.

“NO!”

“Perfect…”

Another wave of customers began entering the room, taking pictures, laughing, giggling, and even screaming.

Drew stood, pulling his sweatpants and boxers halfway down his legs. 

He took hold of his raging erection and blindly reached forward to place his other hand around her hip and began running the head of his cock up and down her slit.

Drew pushed into her in a very slow thrust just as a few more people strolled into the room. He was concentrating on the feel of her pussy, and couldn't care less about the strangers a few feet away. 

Her zombie language turned into passionate moans as she felt herself open around him. 

If they only knew, Drew thought as he pulled almost completely out of her gripping pussy. 

He slammed back in, causing her to lurch forward a bit. Another woman on the outside of the curtain screamed as Becca's hand made contact with her. 

Becca tried to arch her back as much as the gurney and bench would allow her.

Involuntary vocalizations kept emanating from her mouth with each thrust. 

Becca kept thinking about how perverse this was, but she was loving every single second of it. 

Drew couldn't resist, and slowly pushed a finger into her ass, causing more groans. 

He could feel the head of his cock as it slid in and out of her pussy through the thin membrane between the two openings. 

Becca repeatedly wiggled and pushed against him. 

He could feel her muscles squeezing around him, trying to hold him in place.

He felt himself getting really close, so he slowed down. He began a rhythm of slow, deliberate thrusts, trying to prolong what he knew was coming.

Becca felt her own orgasm building. She edged back and tilted against him. With that angle, he was hitting the right spot with every thrust, and that sent her over the edge.

“I’m… cumming…” she whimpered, trying not to let the customers hear her. 

She gripped at the gurney and curled her toes within her shoes. She began biting her lower lip but still tried to moan out for the customers. 

It washed through her body, taking her breath away for a moment. 

Drew grinned and nodded his head, as if telling himself, “Good job.”

He rubbed her low back, as if he was saying, “That was amazing.”

But he wasn't done yet. 

He slipped free of her squeezing, warm grip and slowly, deliberately ran the head of his cock up and down her entire slit, teasing her. 

She whimpered, knowing what Drew wanted. 

A finger or a thumb was one thing, but she wasn't sure she could handle what Drew was aiming for all these people staring at her. 

But she was willing to try. She would do almost anything for him. 

She tilted her hips as he began pushing into her ass. He took his time, letting her adjust as he continued to rub her lower back. 

“Urrrrgh,” Becca growled out, putting on the best show she could for anyone walking by. Then her eyes narrowed, and her mouth remained open without making a sound as he pushed into her completely.

She really tried to stay in character, and reached out for a man walking past. 

“That's awesome,” the man exclaimed while taking a quick selfie. 

“It is awesome,” Drew mumbled under his breath.

He couldn't believe what was happening. 

He was fucking Becca's ass with hundreds of oblivious people walking hardly five feet away from them.

And Becca was letting it happen. 

It was all too much, too exciting for him. 

He quickened his rhythm, sliding nearly out of her, then slamming back in. Over and over. 

Becca’s raspy groans grew louder with each thrust. 

She bit her lower lip again as Drew pushed as deep as he could.

He gripped her hips, holding her tightly as his orgasm ripped through him.

He groaned out, causing a couple of people to look toward the sheet.

Becca played it off quite well by reaching toward the people standing in front of her. 

“Ahhhhgh.”

Drew remained buried deep in her ass for several moments, his body sending out little shivers that Becca could feel.

Becca was a little disappointed when he withdrew from her, but she smiled when she felt him kiss her butt cheek before pulling her yoga pants back up for her.

But she wasn't thrilled after feeling a trickle of his cum running down her leg. 

Drew pulled his boxers and sweats back into place and dropped down onto the stool with his hand over his chest. He could still feel his heart pounding as he looked up at the dark ceiling, contemplating what they had just done in front of so many people without a single one of them knowing. 

After another five minutes or so, there was finally a break in the customers. Becca pulled back out of the sheet opening. 

“You asshole,” she hissed as she felt around for Drew in the dark. 

Her fingers made contact with his head, and she bent down to kiss him. 

“You started it!” he retorted. 

“Well, you certainly finished it!” she exclaimed, then kissed him again. “I need a break. It's your turn, anyways.”

“Fine…”

Another handful of customers staggered through the room, but Drew didn't care that their half-body illusion was temporarily ruined.

He stood up and pulled her into his arms. “I love you,” he said for the first time in their complicated history. He kissed her one more time before he worked his way back onto the gurney.

Becca stood there for a moment in shock then slipped out from behind the curtain and looked into his zombie eyes. “You love me? God, I love you too,” and kissed him again as more people made their way toward the room. 

She took off for the bathroom just as the next group shuffled in. 

They continued their teasing game throughout Halloween night, but things would certainly be different from that day forward.