Chapter 3: Tricks and Treats

Scene 3.1: Anticipation

It was two weeks after their first movie marathon night, and Lila couldn’t stop thinking about Ethan. The memory of his hands on her body under the blanket had replayed in her mind endlessly, leaving her exhilarated but still a little embarrassed. She’d never done anything like that before, and the thought of getting closer to him—of feeling his hands on her again—made her stomach flutter with a mix of anticipation and nerves.

There was something about the movie marathon nights that made her feel safe. Her parents were always in the same room, just a few feet away, and the structured setup—with the movie, snacks, and casual atmosphere—kept things from going too far. It was the perfect chance to see where this new, exciting feeling with Ethan might go.

That’s why, when she texted Ethan earlier that week, she’d floated the idea of a special Halloween movie marathon night.

Lila: Hey, I was thinking ... Halloween’s coming up. Wanna do a horror movie marathon? I’ll have to ask my parents, but it could be fun.

Ethan: Horror movies? Hell yeah. I’m in. You know I’m a horror stan.

Lila smiled at that. Ethan was obsessed with horror movies—he could quote every line from The Shining and had a collection of vintage horror posters in his bedroom. She loved how passionate he was about it, even if she wasn’t a huge fan of the genre herself. Sure, she’d cover her eyes during the goriest scenes, but she appreciated the way he got so into it. It made the whole experience more fun, even if she didn’t always share his enthusiasm.

The next few days had been filled with flirty texts, their messages growing bolder as the night approached. Lila found herself smiling at her phone screen, her heart racing every time his name popped up with a new message.

Ethan: So ... you’re saying we’re gonna be scared and cuddling under a blanket? Sounds dangerous.

Lila: Dangerous for who?

Ethan: For me. I might not be able to control myself.

Lila couldn’t help but laugh. She loved this—the teasing, the anticipation, the way he made her feel comfortable and in control. It was a fun, lighthearted feeling, one that made her stomach twist with excitement every time she thought about him.

First, she’d need to get her parents on board with the idea. She’d bring it up at dinner tonight—something casual, like it was just a fun way to celebrate Halloween. But as much as she looked forward to the movie night, her thoughts kept drifting back to a conversation she’d had with Mia earlier that week. It wasn’t something she could just shake off—it had left her with more questions than answers.

Lila and Mia had been friends since elementary school, their bond strengthened by years of shared classes, sleepovers, and inside jokes. Now, as freshmen in high school, they were still inseparable, though Mia’s recent relationship had shifted the dynamic between them.

They were sitting on the bleachers in the gym, catching their breath after running laps during PE. Mia had been unusually quiet all day, which was unlike her.

“Okay, what’s up?” Lila finally asked, nudging her friend. “You’ve been weird all week.”

Mia hesitated, then sighed. “Promise you won’t judge me?”

“Of course not,” Lila said, her curiosity piqued.

“So ... you know how I’ve been seeing Marcus? The guy from the basketball team?”

Lila nodded. Mia had been dating Marcus for a few weeks now, and while Lila had never met him, she’d heard plenty about him. Marcus was a junior, tall and muscular, with a reputation for being one of the best players on the team. Mia had been smitten from the start, and Lila had wondered if she was more interested in Marcus’s popularity than Marcus himself.

“Well ... last weekend, we ... you know.”

Lila’s eyes widened. “Wait, you guys...?”

Mia nodded, her cheeks turning pink. “Yeah. And ... it was my first time.”

Lila didn’t know what to say. She and Mia had been friends for years, but they didn’t usually talk about this kind of stuff.

“Wow,” Lila finally said. “How was it?”

Mia hesitated, then laughed nervously. “Honestly? It was ... intense. He’s, like, way bigger than I expected. I didn’t even think that was possible, but ... yeah.”

Lila felt her cheeks flush. She’d never thought much about that kind of thing before—her experiences with Ethan had been ... modest, to say the least.

“Wait, how big are we talking?” she asked, unable to help herself.

Mia shook her head. “Girl, I’m serious. Like ... I don’t even know how to describe it. Let’s just say I’m still sore.”

Lila stared at her friend, her mind racing. She’d never thought about Ethan in those terms before—he was sweet, and cute, and ... well, average, she guessed. But Mia’s description made her wonder.

Mia sighed again, her expression turning serious. “There’s just one thing ... we didn’t use anything. No condom. I’m kind of freaking out that I could, you know ... get pregnant.”

Lila’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, Mia. Are you serious?”

Mia nodded, looking miserable. “I know, I know. It was so stupid. But it just ... happened, you know?”

Lila didn’t know what to say. She’d never been in a situation like that before, but the thought of Mia getting pregnant at fourteen was terrifying.

“You need to talk to him,” Lila said finally. “Like, ASAP. You can’t just ignore this.”

Mia nodded, but she didn’t look convinced. “Yeah ... I will.”

After the conversation with Mia, Lila had gone home, her mind still spinning. She’d just stepped into the hallway when she heard the bathroom door open.

Her dad walked out, a towel slung low around his hips. He’d just come out of the shower, and the damp fabric clung to his skin, outlining his body in stark detail.

Lila froze, her eyes instinctively darting away, but not before she caught a glimpse of him—his broad chest, the towel clinging to his hips, and the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressing against the thin fabric.

Her cheeks burned, and she quickly ducked into her room, her heart pounding. She’d never seen her dad like that before, and the image was burned into her mind—his toned frame, the towel clinging precariously, and the undeniable size of him.

God, he’s ... big, she thought, her stomach twisting with an uncomfortable mix of curiosity and shame.

Her dad didn’t seem to notice her—he was too busy drying his hair with another towel, his back to her as he walked down the hall.

Now, lying on her bed and staring at her phone, Lila couldn’t help but think about Mia’s warning—the fear of an unplanned pregnancy—and the glimpse of her dad. She shook her head, trying to push the thoughts away. Her stomach twisted with a mix of curiosity and shame, and she quickly pushed the thoughts away, focusing instead on the excitement of the night ahead.

Her phone buzzed again—Ethan.

Ethan: So, what should I bring tonight? Popcorn? Candy? Condoms?

Lila laughed, shaking her head.

Lila: Don’t get ahead of yourself, buddy. Just bring yourself. And maybe some candy.

As she hit send, she felt a rush of excitement. Tonight was going to be perfect.

Scene 3.2: Under the Blanket

The living room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows across the walls. Lila sat on the couch, her heart racing as she waited for Ethan to arrive. She’d been looking forward to this Halloween Movie Marathon Night all week, and now that it was finally here, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness bubbling in her chest.

She glanced down at her outfit—a soft, oversized t-shirt and a pair of plaid flannel sleep shorts that were cozy but left her legs mostly bare. She’d chosen them because they were comfortable, but also because they were easy to move around in—just in case things got a little ... interesting under the blanket.

Her dad walked into the room, holding a bowl of popcorn. He’d chosen the movies for tonight—a curated playlist on Hulu, and as he set the bowl on the coffee table, he glanced at Lila with a faint smirk.

“First up, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre,” he said, his tone casual but with a hint of something she couldn’t quite place. “Followed by The Hills Have Eyes and Wrong Turn. Classic horror triple feature.”

Ethan, who’d just walked in, grinned. “Nice lineup. You’ve got a thing for ... messed-up families, huh, Mr. Carter?”

Lila’s dad chuckled. “You could say that. These films are ... unforgettable.”

Her mom, who’d just settled into her armchair, rolled her eyes. “You two and your horror movies. Just don’t scare Lila too much.”

Lila laughed, though her stomach twisted slightly at the exchange. There was something about the way her dad and Ethan had talked about the movies—the way her dad’s tone lingered on the word “unforgettable”—that made her feel uneasy.

She shook it off, focusing on the excitement of the night.

They settled on the couch, Lila sitting close to Ethan with the blanket draped over their legs. The warmth of his body next to hers sent a shiver through her, and she could feel her heart pounding as the opening credits of The Texas Chain Saw Massacre filled the screen.

Lila’s heart was pounding as the movie began, but not just because of the suspense on screen. She could feel the warmth of Ethan’s body next to hers, his thigh pressed against hers under the blanket.

Under the cover of the darkness, Ethan’s hand found hers, their fingers intertwining. The warmth of his palm sent a jolt through her, and she glanced over at him, her cheeks burning as she tried to steady her breathing.

“Is this okay?” he whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of the movie.

Lila nodded, her heart racing. “Yeah. It’s nice.”

Encouraged, Ethan’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.The touch sent a shiver up her spine, and she pressed her legs together instinctively, her heart racing.

“Relax,” Ethan whispered, his voice soft. “It’s just me.”

Lila nodded, her heart pounding as she forced herself to relax. Ethan’s hand moved higher, his fingers brushing against the hem of her shorts.

She glanced over at her parents, but they were both engrossed in the movie, her dad leaning forward slightly, his eyes fixed on the screen.

Encouraged, Lila shifted slightly, giving Ethan more room to explore. His hand slipped under the blanket, his fingers brushing against the bare skin of her thigh.

Lila’s breath hitched, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp. Her body was trembling with excitement, her heart pounding in her chest.

But just as things were heating up, the movie reached a particularly intense scene—Leatherface chasing one of the victims with his chainsaw. Ethan’s attention snapped back to the screen, his hand freezing on her thigh, and Lila felt a pang of frustration as the moment was interrupted.

Lila frowned, her frustration bubbling up. She’d been so close to something more, and now he was distracted.

The cycle repeated a few times—Ethan’s hands would wander, Lila would get lost in the sensation, and then a gruesome or shocking scene would pull him back to the movie. Each time, the buildup and abrupt stop left her more aroused and desperate.

Finally, she couldn’t take it anymore. The constant cycle of escalation and interruption left her restless, her body humming with frustration and unfulfilled need.

“I’m gonna go change really quick,” she whispered, standing up and tugging her shirt lower to hide her growing frustration.

Ethan nodded, his attention still on the screen. “Okay. Hurry back.”

Lila hurried upstairs, her heart racing. She needed to do something to keep Ethan’s attention on her, not the movie.

Slipping into her room, she closed the door softly behind her, not wanting to draw attention. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on the short, flared skirt she’d almost worn earlier. It was perfect—cute, flirty, and, most importantly, easy access. The thought of wearing it made her cheeks burn, but the memory of Ethan’s touch spurred her on.

She hesitated for a moment, her cheeks burning at the thought of what she was about to do. But the memory of Ethan’s hands on her thighs under the blanket—the warmth of his touch, the way it made her stomach flutter—gave her the courage to keep going.

Quickly stripping off her t-shirt and flannel shorts, she tossed them onto the bed before pulling on the skirt. Deciding to forgo panties, she felt a rush of nervous excitement, her stomach fluttering at the boldness of the move. She grabbed a cropped sweater from her drawer, one that clung to her frame and left a sliver of her midriff exposed.

As she stood in front of the mirror, she couldn’t help but admire the way the outfit hugged her body. He won’t be able to resist this, she thought, a small smile playing on her lips.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart, and opened the door.

Downstairs, The Texas Chain Saw Massacre was still playing, the sound of chainsaws and screams filling the house. Lila paused at the top of the stairs, her stomach twisting with a mix of excitement and nerves. She could do this, she told herself, even as her heart pounded in her chest.

When she finally went down to the living room, she saw that the lights were off. The dim glow of the TV cast flickering shadows across the room, adding to the sense of secrecy and anticipation.

Her mom and dad were in their usual spots on the armchairs, while Ethan was sitting comfortably on the sofa.

Lila stepped over to Ethan, her heart pounding as she spread his legs apart and sat down on the carpet between them, leaning her back against the sofa.

Her body was tingling with anticipation, but she forced herself to stay calm, waiting for the right moment.

After some time, when it was clear that her parents were completely engrossed in the movie, she began to stand up and slide onto Ethan’s lap.

She leaned against his chest, her breath shallow as she took both his hands and placed them on her breasts. The warmth of his hands sent a jolt through her, and she bit her lip to stifle a gasp.

At first, he was tentative, his hands moving away as if unsure. But Lila wasn’t having any of it. She grabbed his left hand and slipped it under her sweater, placing it directly on her bare breast. The direct contact made her gasp, her back arching slightly.