Dear Readers:

If you read, "First Kisses" and enjoyed that short you will hopefully enjoy this chapter, too.

If you haven't read "First Kisses," you may want to before reading this chapter. You don't have to, but it definitely sets a better mood if you do.

Enjoy, my Friends.
-A. E. F.

Part I

"First we visit the dart games. I love darts," she gushed with excitement before continuing without pausing to take a breath. "Although, well, maybe we shouldn't. The last time I played some poor guy behind me almost lost an eye. Oow...and that little kid. But, well, it was just a flesh wound. I'm sure it's healed by now. Or, at least, I hope so" she pondered absently as I laughed to myself. Some poor little kid is out there, likely scarred for life, knowing Fiona's propensity for causing bodily harm. Accidentally, of course.

"And then we have to have ice cream; chocolate fudge brownie for me. I know you like fudge ripple, Alick." She tripped on a loose nail in one of the boards beneath her feet but I caught her arm to keep her from face-planting in front of us both.

"And t-h-e-n we gotta hit the tilt-a-wheel. I love that stupid ride, and the swings, too. They're so much fun. Then we'll have wild monkey sex in Dracula's castle, and finally get a ride on the bumper cars."

She was walking fast, hyper as hell, and practically bouncing on the balls of her feet. Her braided pig-tails bounced over her chest and her cream-colored half-top kept threatening to expose the bottom part of her purple bra. Its straps were showing on her shoulders and it was damn-near driving my imagination wild. "Was she wearing a matching purple lace thong with that bra?" I asked myself. Her high-waist jeans cupped her heart-shaped ass in a way that was damn hot, and the khaki-colored slip-ons over her tiny feet completed the look.

"Yeah, ok, ice cream sounds good," I started to reply before stopping in place in front of Mack's pizza on the boards. "Wait, what did you just say?" I asked her. Someone whistled on the nearby beach to their dog as Fiona's words caught up with my frazzled brain. Surely, she didn't say-

"Um," she replied while biting her lip and cutting me off. "The tilt-a-wheel and swings part?"

"Nooo," I turned my head to look at her curiously. "The part after that, Fi."

"You mean riding the bumper cars?"

I started to laugh. I was up for a ride alright, but that wasn't what I meant at all. "How about before that? You know, in Dracula's castle?"

"Oh," she said. Then her cheeks turned pink and her chest grew red with a full-body blush.

This wasn't the first time Fiona'd caught me off guard. Hell, the first time we really talked was at school in their library. Out of no-where, she asked if she could kiss me. No warning; just asked like it was nothing. Now here we were, strolling the boardwalk and she asks me to have "wild monkey sex" in a haunted house with her.

And hey, sure. I'd be game. What teenage guy wouldn't be?

A hot girl, who's crazy as hell (in a good way), wants to jump you in a haunted house. It's a no brainer. Of course, this would all be fine and well, but we'd never gone that far before. Like, ever. This was a big, huge step.

And she wanted to do this.

On the boardwalk.

In a haunted house.

With me.

Fuck!

I looked around to see if there was a convenience store nearby. Certain things would need to be bought before I even entertained this crazy idea of hers.

"Fiona," I thought to myself and shook my head. "This girl."

Part II

The next thing I know, we're standing in a hollowed, two-story room as a fake-toothed vampire explained the rules of the ride. Cheap speakers cranked out background sounds making it seem like the walls were wavering around us. Thunder and lightning clapped in the distance, occasionally punctuated with the screams of terrorized guests and willing employees playing their parts. The lights flickered and my pulse accelerated.

We were doing this.

I didn't know whether to laugh or rub the palms of my hands together like a kid at Christmas. I feigned a sense of calm I didn't feel at all, draping a lazy arm over Fiona's shoulders. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Is it really what you want to do?"

Fiona was nervous as hell. She turned to look at me and smiled, though. Her eyes were huge and a shit-eating grin was slapped ear to ear on her eager face. "I am, yeah," she replied. "I can't freakin' wait, Alick. Ever since I was a kid I wanted to try this. I love horror flicks."

I shook my head. Cripes.

"But Fi, Are. You. Sure?"

"And we're out in public," I persisted. "What if we get caught? And anyways, every horror film fan knows that the couples who have sex in public always suffer some kind of catastrophe." I started to ramble quietly in her ear. "Plus, if you really want to be with me, I can make it a lot more special for you. It should be-"

A shrill scream cut me off and bellowed from the side of Fiona and she shrieked. "Holy shit!"

Then she slid backwards and knocked me on my ass. As I fell, I tried to stop myself. I gripped the first thing in my path, which happened to be a metal statue of knight's armory. Going down, I pulled on the damn thing, not realizing I was tugging his sword. I hit the concrete floor beneath us and gasped as a six-foot sword slammed down directly between my legs missing my important parts by a millimeter.

As it landed with a gong, I shuffled backwards instinctively and yelped.

Fiona bent over in an attempt to help, tripped on the sword, and went flying. All of the breath left my lungs as her full weight landed prone on top of me.

"Dang, you have the most gorgeous eyes, Alick," Fiona sighed dreamily as she laid across my shocked body.

In front of everyone.

A entire crowd of people starred at us and Fiona was completely oblivious.

Eventually, I found my voice, not to mention composure, and shook myself out of it all. "Come on," I said to her. "Up you go." We both stood and dusted ourselves off. A mummified ghoul and then Dracula himself came over to help.

Next thing I know, they're arguing about the position the knight's armor should be placed in. "His sword should be up," Dracula pronounced. "Always up, standing at ready."

The ghoul didn't agree.

"No, that's dangerous," he explained. "Why, had it been up tonight, that boy'd be a eunuch, Henry."

"Dracula," the vampire replied.

"What?" the ghoul said.

"My name is Dra-Cu-La, James," the vampire explained with flourish as he fanned his costume cape around himself. "Prince of Darkness"

James the ghoul rolled his eyes. He was obviously used to Dracula's drama. "Right. Dra-cu-la."

And then, "Like I was saying, Dracula, the swords stays down."

"No, it should be in the ready position. Facing up-"

Fiona's giggling cut their argument off. "Oh, I agree with Dracula. A man's sword standing up and ready is a sight to behold."

I almost choked. A woman on our right gasped with indignation and covered her son's ears. "Well, I never."

"Sure, lady," Fiona replied under her breath and in my ear. "How does little Timmy think he came about, then?"

If I was chewing gum I'd have swallowed it.

Part III

Now, as the man in this relationship, I had expected to be the one initiating naughty adventures. I should have known better, though, the first time I saw Fiona fall through our shared classroom doorway.

Before I knew it, Fiona was leading me down a dark corridor off the beaten path of the haunted house's route. We found ourselves in a narrow hallway that looked out of commission for the night. It was so dark, we couldn't see a finger in front of us.

It didn't stop me from grabbing onto my little hellion, though. We stopped to wait and see if anyone was following us. Five minutes later, when no one had appeared, Fiona's hands were all over me. This girl had a more-than-healthy appetite for trouble.

Just as I got my belt buckle and pants undone, (Fiona was moving hella fast), I felt a motor hum around us. Pausing in our affections, I started to say her name. When Fiona's tongue melted against mine, though, I forgot my train of thought and started towards her waistband again. My jeans started to droop down my thighs and I moaned into her mouth with pleasure.

Then all of a sudden, a blast of hot steam shot out towards my exposed behind and I leaped in the air. "What the fuck was that?" I yelled.

Fiona started to laugh. "Don't worry, Alick," she said. "Just a little smoke up your ass. I'm sure-"

I had already lost my composure though. This was a bad idea. "Say what? Fi, I-"

Before I could continue though, the ground beneath us started to rotate. I was caught off guard and lost my balance. I teetered precariously with the floor and Fiona grabbed for me. "Alick!"

The part of the floor she was standing on, however, rotated in the opposite direction. I went right. She went left. I shuffled on my feet only to step in the middle of a board that now moved back and forth, instead of around in a circle. It was too much.

I went sailng. I landed between two moving planks. One moving up, the other moving down. Right smack in the middle of these moving parts was a thin sliver of space just big enough to catch my exposed underwear and the family jewels hiding inside. I watched in sheer terror as they moved way too close to cutting off said parts and scrambled to my toes with a quickness. So fast, in fact, that I AGAIN! lost my balance and floundered directly into a bloody fish tank of fake piranha and floating fingers, toes and other plastic body parts.

I was covered head to toe in red dye. I brought my hands up to my face and looked at myself in horror.

"Alick, Alick!," Fiona yelled, gliding towards me. "Oh my goodness. Look at you." She stood on a nearby prop table and tried to get a grip on my shoulder to help me stand up. My foot was stuck, though, and I couldn't get it to budge. The next thing I know, instead of pulling me out, Fiona flies head first into the tank, coming up for air sputtering with a limp, fake finger sticking out of the side of her mouth. Right then, in comes the mom and her son from earlier. "Sweet Mary Mother of God!" she whispers while blessing herself.

"So much for our first time, Alick," Fiona sighs as she spits out the rubber finger. "I guess we'll have to wait until we get on the ferris wheel or something."

A premonition of falling out of a swinging cart in my underwear four stories off the ground assaults me and I close my eyes.

This girl.