Meet Zombie Dick

Story Submitted by Angelina:

This happened just yesterday.  Drake was at a Halloween party that my friend Leah was throwing.  He came dressed as a living statue.  I was Tinkerbelle.  We fixated on each other instantly.  We talked, danced, and went for a walk together around Leah's neighborhood.

While we were out, he asked me if I wanted to see something scary.

I told him that I'd be up for it, as long as it didn't involve going too far.  There were other people at the party that I wanted to talk to, but I was definitely enjoying my time with Drake.

He asked me if I had a lipstick or eyebrow pencil on me.  I told him that I did, in my purse, in the closet back at Leah's.  He asked if we could swing back and grab it.  He said, "I want to show you a neat trick."

We returned to Leah's, I ran upstairs, grabbed a lipstick, and came back outside with it.  Before handing it to him, I asked him what he was going to do with it.

He said that he wasn't going to use very much of it, and that it would still be usable afterward.  I gave it to him.  He went around a corner of the house and came back a moment later with the lipstick, a giant grin, and his coat wrapped tightly around himself.

"Ready?" he asked.

"Yes..." I said.

He opened his coat.  His penis and balls hung out, painted with red, squiggly lipstick lines.

I screamed and ran inside.  He yelled after me, "It's zombie dick!"

I found the first group of friends I could when I reentered, and buried myself in conversation.  I didn't want to humiliate him, so I didn't mention it to anyone.  He came back in a few minutes later as if nothing was wrong.  He even found me and handed me my lipstick.

I told him, "No thanks. You can keep it."

He asked for my number not too long after, but I don't give my numbers to zombie dicks.  It just brings trouble.