Years ago, my friends and I decided on a spur of the moment trip to the Slaughterhouse haunted house in Tennessee. We were all sitting around a table in the cafeteria, and my best friend said she'd always wanted to go. I had never heard of it, but several of the others sitting at the table had, and they all expressed interest. I remember it was Thursday because they were all finished with class for the week and planned to just share a hotel room in Nashville after the fun. I, on the other hand, would have to return home.

We met up after classes and loaded up in two cars. The drive over would take a little over 2 hours and then I'd get the pleasure of driving back alone. We arrived around 6. The line was already wrapped around the building, but we'd come this far. There was no backing out now. When we finally entered, it quickly became clear that the wait was going to be worth it. It was easily the best haunted house I've ever attended, even to this day. We screamed, grabbed each other, cowered; it was a "good time". They went the extra mile with everything, even having a chainsaw-wielding pig-man to chase you across the parking lot when you finally thought you'd made it to safety. Very well done.

Anyway, there was a little coffee shop right around the corner that we'd seen going in. I knew I wanted some, but everyone decided to come with me. We all grabbed our beverage of choice. I got an extra-giant supreme or something... the biggest, for my drive home and sat to talk with them for a few minutes before heading out.

The few minutes turned into like an hour. They were all still laughing and giggling in one of the booths when I had to be the party pooper. "I'm heading out guys. It's a long way back to my apartment." They all understood, said their goodbyes and demanded a phone call when I made it. I agreed and slipped out the door to walk back to my car on the other side of the block.

The line was still around the building. I glanced at my watch. "I stayed longer than I should have. Nice work," I thought to myself. As I reached the end of the line en route to my car, I noticed a girl around my age pacing back and forth on the sidewalk near the parking lot. She was dressed for a cool October night, jeans tucked into cowboy boots with a white camisole beneath a fringe-trimmed white leather jacket, think Sloan in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. (It's Nashville. Cut her some slack.) The jacket was cut short revealing her firm pant-filling ass and shapely thighs. Her light brown hair was in a pony-tail, but the long curls protruding from the tie suggested that it hadn't been when the night started.

As I got closer, I could see she was on the phone with someone. The strain in her voice suggested she was not happy. I didn't want to interupt. So, I slipped passed her, nodding as our eyes met. My car was parked on the second row. I heard her end the call as I reached to unlock my door. As I tugged at the handle, I glanced back toward her. She was looking back at me, but nervously glanced away and then back, as if she wanted to ask for something but thought better of it. I stuck one foot in the car and started to lean in ... Damn it, this is a bad idea. I climbed back out. She looked back toward me. "Excuse me. Do you need some help?" Before I knew it, she was standing at the hood of my car speaking to me. "Do you think you'd mind? My boyfriend got pissed off because one of the cast came onto me, and I didn't 'put him in his place'. He left me here. I could really use a ride home." (Don't do it. You know better, you dummy.) "Um.... I guess I can," I said with a good deal of questioning in my voice. "Yeah, sure. Hop in and tell me where you need to go." I climbed in and reached across to unlock the door. She slipped into the seat beside me.

She lived on the outskirts of town, but luckily it was mostly on the way home. I took that as a good omen since she didn't know where I was actually headed. We navigated the streets of downtown Nashville until we were able to ease onto I-65. The ride was surprisingly pleasant. We chitchatted. She had actually been a student at the same university as me for a year but had taken a year off, and that had turned into two. She swore she was starting back in the spring. She was mostly convincing.

When we reached her exit, she directed me off the interstate and down a couple of streets into a nice neighborhood. "Promising," I thought to myself. When we reached the house that she identified as hers, the house was totally dark. I pulled into the driveway expecting her to hop right out, thank me and head on inside. She had a different order in mind. "Thank you so much!" she said as she leaned across the car to kiss me on the cheek. "It was literally no trouble. I'm sorry about your boyfriend." Her eyes drifted down to my lips and then back up to my eyes as a sly smirk tugged the corner of her mouth toward her cheek. ".... Suppose I wanted to thank you and ... kinda get back at him all in one quick act. Do you think you'd be a willing accomplice?" I was intrigued. I tucked my lip between my teeth before tilting my head back and replying, "I might. What would be my role in this 'act'?" "You just sit back and let me worry about all that," she replied as her hand landed on my inner thigh.

When I didn't flinch, she leaned over to press our lips together as her hand slid up to my crotch... the bulge that was growing in my pants now in her palm. She bit my bottom lip hard enough that I tasted a little blood after. That didn't deter her. She kept our lips entangled until my cock was throbbing. Then, as if she knew the exact moment I couldn't take any more, she pulled her lips back and using both hands, seductively unbuttoned my pants. Then, her fingers were inside the waistband as she tugged the down. I lifted my ass and the pants slide to mid-thigh revealing my erection in its fully engorged form. That same smirk ran across her lips and she leaned down, swirling her tongue around the tip, soliciting a moan from my lips. She spiralled her tongue on down wetting the entire shaft. Then, she pursed her lips together on the tip and slowly opened her mouth so that her lips were always fully encircling my cock as she slid all the way to the base gagging just a little as I entered her throat.

The next several moments consisted of her giving me the best blowjob I've ever had. There has never been another that compared. She seemed to know the perfect speed and pressure as if she'd been practicing this skill every night for years. She brought me right to the edge multiple times, always pausing at just the right moment before I unloaded down her throat. The last time, as I neared the edge, she cupped her fingers beneath my balls and I knew we werent coming back from this one. She bobbed her head up and down always taking me into her throat until I could feel the pressure building. She must have known because for the first time her lips lifted away from my cock, a smile I imagined. But then she went right back to the task at hand, thumping the head of my cock against the sides of her throat until my body tightened, and I shot my load down the back of her throat. She gagged a little as it went down, but she took every bit, even sucking the tip to make sure she didn't leave any to leak out later.

When she was satisfied that she'd had every drop, she licked the underside of my dick. I leaned my head back against the seat, eyes shut for a moment and released a long sigh. "That was perfect, babe. Your boyfriend is a f...." I opened my eyes to find an empty seat next to me. "What the hell?" I looked all around the car. She had vanished. There was no way she had time to get out, much less shut the door without me knowing. I climbed out, awkwardly pulling my pants up so that I could look around the car. She was gone. There was not one sign of her anywhere except for the jacket she'd removed on the way home. It was lying in the back seat exactly where she'd tossed it. It was pretty late at this point, but I just had to make sure she had gotten in the house alright. I reached in the back seat to collect her jacket and started up the drive to the front door.

I could now see that there was a light on. The faint glow suggested maybe in a back room of the house or upstairs. I reached the door and hesitated. There was no good way to say this. After a moment to collect myself, I rang the doorbell. I could hear it from inside the house. Another light came on and a few moments later, the door cracked open. A man a little older than my own dad was peering through the crack. "Can I help you?" Um.... yeah, I brought your daughter home and ... (how do I tell him she vanished? ..... oh, the jacket, you idiot)..... and she left this in the back seat." The man returned a puzzled look. "My daughter? Son, there's no young lady here. It's just me and my wife. We haven't had a child in this house in 20 years. You must have come back to the wrong house.

"No, sir. I never left. I was just sitting in the driveway..... " I trailed off. "Look, kid, my daughter hasn't lived here for 20 years." He pointed behind himself on the wall. "Is that her?" It clearly was. She was even wearing the same boots. I nodded, "YES! That's your daughter, right?" His eyes lowered and he shook his head, "Well, yes, but... that picture is just over 20 years old." After a moment, the realization hit me like a brick. "Did you say 20 years ago? I'm so terribly sorry. There has to be some mistake. She.... " my voice wouldn't finish. I was just about to drop the jacket and head straight to the car when.... "DAMMIT, DAD! EVERY FREAKING HALLOWEEN! It's not funny anymore...." Her voice! The door closed and then swung open. "I'm so sorry. My dad is a jerk to every guy who's ever been here." Dad was grinning ear to ear, clearly very proud of himself. He turned and headed up the stairs as she stepped out onto the porch.

"I'm sorry. You dozed off immediately after I finished you. I knew you had a long drive. I was gonna take a quick shower and come back out to wake you." "Whew!" I replied. "Your dad really had me going for minute... like a lady in white situation I had stumbled into." We chitchatted a few more minutes, and exchanged numbers. She assured me she'd look me up when she started back to school in the spring.... if you're curious, stick around and maybe I'll get to that part of the story later....maybe.