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  Into the Closet

  I woke to the warmth of the morning sun peering through my bedroom window. A smile spread across my lips, greeting the rare sunshine on my favorite holiday. I kicked my bnket off, then stretched my slender body before reaching for my phone.

  EVE: Good morning, my lickable Lizzie! Happy Halloween! Are you going to be my naughty secretary tonight?

  The text message from my friend Eve made me giggle, heat rushing to my cheeks.

  My thumbs flew across the screen.

  ME: Hmm… It depends. What are you going to do to me if I am your naughty secretary?

  I hit send. My lips curling into a wicked smile as I waited for her response. Seconds ter, my phone buzzed, and I gnced at the message.

  EVE: I’m gonna bend you over my desk, spank that ass, and have my way with you.

  Her deliciously naughty words made my heart race as I imagined all the things she would do to me. I rolled over, burying my face into my pillow, trying to calm my body down, before texting her back.

  ME: I have no doubt you would, you tease.

  I sent the message, while my mind put her words into action, pying out the sexy scene.

  Buzz… Buzz.

  EVE: Oh, that’s a promise, not a tease… if you would only let me have you, you’d be more than satisfied.

  Her response sent a pleasurable tingle straight down my spine.

  ME: Ugh… I know you would. I’m gonna shower. I’ll text you soon.

  EVE: OK, send me a sexy pic.

  ME: No! lol

  Yes, this is a typical conversation between us. It’s an oddly sexual retionship that cks actual sex. Oh, if you haven’t guessed already, I’m Lizzie. Lizzie Ramirez, to be exact. I’m thirty years old… OMG, thirty! You could say that I’m not exactly enjoying being the big 3-0. In fact, my life has been in a rough patch, accompanied by a shamefully long sexual dry spell. My fear of being hurt always held me back from moving forward into an actual retionship.

  I know, it’s super sad that I’ve let my fears control my life, but today is a new day! My favorite holiday is here! Halloween, the one day I can be anyone else. Maybe today is the day that I spend the night with Eve, letting our friendship blossom into… more. The thought made me happy, but the fear of it all going wrong crept in, as it always does.

  Ignoring the thought, I crawled out of bed, stripping as I made my way to the bathroom. Stepping into the shower, I took my time under the hot water, making sure I was perfectly shaved and squeaky clean.

  I dried my long bck hair then straightened the natural curl out. Eve was always quick to say that she loved my hair regardless of how I wore it, but I think she prefers it straight. Once my hair and makeup met my approval, I went back into my room, stopping in front of the full-size mirror.

  I looked myself over in the mirror. The dark makeup around my rge brown eyes looked great, and my full bow-shaped lips were highlighted by shimmering red lipstick. Happy with my face and hair, I smiled—only to have it fade as my eyes drifted down the outline of my body beneath the towel. With a huff, I let the towel fall to the floor.

  I gnced at my pert B-cup breasts. My small nipples were hard from the cool air flowing through my apartment. My thin midsection had no real curve, even over my narrow hips. My hip bones sticking out were the only reason for any curve at all. Then there was the small bump of an ass. Yes, it was firm and perfectly shaped, but Eve was an ass girl. She loved plump, juicy booty, and I was severely cking in that department.

  “How could she ever think I'm sexy? I look like a damn stick figure,” I groaned aloud.

  Eve definitely fell in love with the wrong woman. It’s weird because she always has her hands on my ass, and she could stare at it for days. Don’t get me wrong, I love the attention she gives me; it makes me feel amazing. But when I’m alone, my mind says otherwise.

  “I wish I could let go of all of my fears and just enjoy the love we have,” I said aloud. Irritated with my shapeless body, I turned away from the mirror, looking at my slutty secretary costume that I had put together just for Eve. With a deep breath, I pulled on the bck ce thongs, followed by the bck thigh-high stockings.

  Next, I worked the shortest bck skirt ever over my small ass. I looked in the mirror; the skirt just covered my ass. I spun around, then bent over; my ass was in full view at the slightest wrong move. I shrugged before pulling on the short, tight, sleeveless white button-up shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone.

  Staring at my very exposed body in the mirror, I was oddly thrilled with the look, so I put on my ankle-strap high heels and finished the costume off with my reading gsses.

  The whole point of this crazy costume was to give Eve what she wanted. I knew she would want me if I wore the ugliest outfit in the world, but I wanted her to know I would do anything for her.

  Could I really go through with it though? There was no doubt that Eve wanted to take me and have her way with me, but I always stopped her. My fears get in the way every single time.

  “How do I get over these stupid fears?” Flopping back onto my bed with a loud sigh. I grabbed my favorite book off my pillow, flipping through the pages while imagining the sexiest character of all time… Ravyn. If I could only be as fearless as she is, I would be happy.

  Maybe I should change and just go out, Eve would surely be done with me if I tempted her like this and couldn’t go through with it. I mean that would just be cruel as hell if I did that. My mind was going crazy with doubt, letting my fears control my actions yet again.

  “Ravyn, why can’t you take my fears away and give me your strength?” I whispered as I rolled over, pressing the book against my chest while I imagined the devilish character having her way with me. Silently wishing she could take me away and make me sexually unafraid.

  The closet door creaked loudly, breaking the silence, as it slowly opened. My breath caught and my heart raced as I began to panic. My eyes snapped to the wide open closet door.

  I slowly slid off the bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. My mind was screaming for my body to run, but my feet betrayed me, walking me right into the pitch-bck interior of the closet. “This is how people die in horror movies,” I breathed, barely able to hear my words over my pounding heart.

  Reaching out, I quickly flipped the light on, but the eternal darkness remained. I froze when two cold hands rested on my shoulders. I screamed like I was being killed, as panic gripped me. The hands suddenly shoved me forward deeper into the darkness. My body was weightless. I was falling. It felt like minutes passed before my body came to a stop.

  A cool breeze brushed over my skin. A floral scent and a gentle hint of mildew filled the air. My eyes slowly opened.

  Giant trees, with dark purple bark branches absent of leaves, created a spooky atmosphere. A huge, full moon hung low in the sky, giving off a bright yellow glow that created a sky of pinks, blues, purples, and oranges. The soft, lush green grass cooled my warm feet.

  “Are you done making all that racket?” A familiar voice asked.

  I spun around, searching, but again could find no one.

  “Who are you?” I called out.

  Something dropped down in front of me. Startled, I smmed my eyes shut, and ducked. When I felt something poking the top of my head, I instinctively looked up.

  “What is it you are doing down there, Lizzie?” The raspy voice questioned.

  I couldn’t believe my eyes, nor my ears.

  “Ravyn?” I breathed while staring for a moment before snapping out of it. She was more attractive than I had imagined. Her messy bck hair, piercing green eyes, pale smooth skin, her bck clothes somehow made her tone body even more alluring. I began to pace back and forth, trying to convince myself I was dreaming, that Ravyn was a fictional character from a book.

  I stopped directly in front of her, staring into her jade-green eyes, folding my arms across my chest. “You’re not real. I’m dreaming,” I said as though I had no doubt.

  Ravyn grinned as her fingers tched onto my arm, pinching hard. A sharp yelp escaped me as I jerked back, panic surging through my veins.

  “Oh my god… Am I dead? Have I been abducted by aliens? In a coma?” I worried.

  “You aren’t any of those. You made a wish on the one day the door from your world opens to ours. I decided to grant your wish,” she said with a sinful smile.

  “What does that mean? What is this world? How do I get home?”

  “This is the nd of Fantasies, home of retired fictional characters, like myself. You are here because you want to be as fearless as me,” she said, while walking behind me. Her hand resting on the small of my back.

  “You can’t help me with my personal fears,” I said.

  “You mean your sexual fears?” Her voice called from a distance.

  I looked up to find her perched on a tall, bare branch. “Not even you can help with those, Ravyn,” I said.

  “Follow the path; it’s the only way home.” She pointed to the blue grass winding through the lines of trees. Then she disappeared.

  “Wait!” I yelled.

  She appeared in front of me this time. “Yes?”

  “Aren’t you coming with me?”

  “I’m not here to coddle those fears. I’ll check in on you from time to time. You know, see how you are enjoying my world,” she assured.

  “How long do I have to get home?” I asked.

  “Three days; here is one day in your world. I wouldn’t fuck around if I were you, unless you want to be stuck here with me. Oh, don’t deviate from the path, or you will be lost forever. Now get going and face your fears,” she said with a wink before disappearing for good.