"Are you sure this looks okay?"
Alicia rolls her eyes at me for maybe the hundredth time since picking me up for the party.
"If by 'okay' you mean 'like a total slut' then, yes!"
"Not exactly what I was going for," I mumble, fiddling with my skimpy top.
I'm wearing a sexy Little Red Riding Hood costume, and the black and red bodice is laced tight enough to push my boobs up into an embarrassing amount of cleavage. Under that is a red miniskirt, it's frilly and lacey, reaching just past my hips and barely covering my ass. Of course, there's a bright red cloak and hood, and my hair is braided into a pair of pigtails with red ribbons. I'm also wearing fishnets and a pair of red sky-high fuck-me heels that, if I do say so myself, make my legs look a mile long, and my booty look perky as an apple.
Alicia looks me up and down, her eyebrow arched doubtfully. "What were you going for then?"
My cheeks get a little warm. "Fairytale prostitute?"
"Nailed it!"
We're both laughing as Alicia grabs my wrist and drags me towards the party.
It's not that I'm normally so conservative or anything, but at Halloween I tend to abandon my inhibitions completely. It's the one night of the year I can be anything, do anything. The fact that this costume has me a little nervous, insecure even...kind of the whole point.
Alicia's costume is a sexy FBI agent. Basically just a dark blue leotard, with long, cuffed sleeves to look official and a plunging neckline. The costume is complete with a matching FBI cap, and a pair of aviator sunglasses. She always looks just so effortlessly hot... it's kinda fucken annoying.
"So, what's Kevin going as again?" I ask, trotting along behind her.
"A convict or something," she says.
"That's why you're a cop or whatever?"
"Nah, I just wanted an excuse to get some handcuffs," she looks back and winks, "for later..."
Once we get inside, all the normal Halloween party things happen. First and foremost: drinks... and letting a couple of the guys feed us shots. Then we make the rounds saying "hi" to everyone we know, laughing and complimenting each other's costumes. Get more drinks. Do another shot.
Then make another round to gossip about who showed up; about who we can't believe showed up; who's costume is the best, and of course; who's costume is the sluttiest.
That title is being shared this year by Marisa and Callie, both of whom actually just wore lingerie, with kitty cat and bunny ear headbands (respectively).
I'm feeling pretty tipsy by the time we're taking our third round of shots; a multi-layered mixture that looks like candy corn but tastes like pure tequila.
Alicia almost gags on hers, then glances around the party with an annoyed look. "I'm going to go see if Kevin is downstairs."
I'm coughing on my own shot. "Oh yeah, he shoulda been here by now, huh?"
"He probably just went straight down to get stoned, the jerk..."
Kevin wasn't exactly her boyfriend, but might as well have been. He should have at least come say "hi" before going to get high. If that's where he was.
Alicia starts to head off.
"I think I'm going to check out the snack sitch," I call after her. "We don't want a repeat of the 4th."
She flashes me a disgusted expression. I'll spare you the details, but on the Fourth of July this year I drank a lot, and ate very little... but in my defense, I did pay for her backseat to get steamed and shampooed!
In the kitchen I find all the usual snacks; many flavors of chips, one bowl of dip, and an entire Wonka factory worth of candy. I munch a few chips, while debating how many fun-sized Snickers it would take to ruin my night...
I'm moving around the table to get at the dip when the Big Bad Wolf bursts into the kitchen, sending a jolt of terror through me!
I jump and squeal, and then flush with embarrassment.
The guy seems to jump a little himself, but then I hear him snickering. He's wearing a very impressive wolf mask. It's got realistic fur sticking out all over, and a long snout with gnarly fangs. The rest of his costume is a flannel shirt, with more fur sticking out of the chest, and a pair of long clawed gloves. Guess he's probably supposed to be more of a werewolf than the big bad variety.
He's also just wearing a pair of designer jeans with expensive shoes. So it's not even like he went full out.
"Sorry," I'm giggling now and trying to hide my blush. "I wasn't ready for you to come in like that."
He doesn't say anything, just cocks his head like a dog would.
I munch another chip. "Who's under there? Do I know you?"
He comes over to the table and I can't tell with the mask but I'm pretty sure he's checking me out. I lean forward on the table, teasing him with a view right down the front of my bodice.
"My my grandma, what big eyes you have?"
He lets out kind of a low growl that sends a nervous tingle down the back of my neck. I straighten up and grab a piece of candy, fidgeting the wrapper off.
"You know, like the story?" I give a little hip shimmy to accentuate my costume. "Little Red Riding Hood."
The wolfy mask kinda jerks up and down. I can't see his eyes but he is definitely checking me out now. I can't see his body either, but he seems well put together. Even though I don't know who it is, there's something about his energy that I find very...intriguing.
Or maybe that's just the alcohol...
"Y'know even when I was a little girl I always thought it was so dumb that Little Red Riding Hood couldn't tell her grandma from a wolf," I ramble, chewing my candy. "I mean she had to be a total idiot, or maybe she... wanted to, um..."
He starts to come around the table, making that growling noise under his mask.
"...get eaten..."
I swallow and take a step back, wondering again who this even is... and why I'm finding him so enticing despite not knowing. Maybe...it's because I don't know...?
"See something you like?"
That jerky nod again.
"I meant the candy," I clarify quickly, holding up a Reese's pumpkin. "My what big teeth you have..."
"The better to eat you with."
Finally... there's definitely something familiar about his voice. I can't quite place it though, because the mask makes him sound raspy and echoey.
His arm slips around my waist, and he lets out that low growl. This time it sends a nervous flutter through my chest.
"Hold on Big Bad," I say, quickly reaching back to push his arm away.
As I do, he grabs my wrist, holding my hand behind my back, then jerks me against his furry chest.
"Oh!" I let out a little gasp. My heart starts to beat a little faster.
I know I should say something, but instead I look up at him and wait to see what he does next.
His free hand comes up, trailing a long wolfy claw down my neck and between my breasts. Tingles burst across my chest and the breath catches in my throat. I can feel my nipples tighten.
We're the only ones in the kitchen right now, but I glance towards the rest of the party. No one seems to be paying attention...yet.
Turning back to him, I murmur, "guess you saw something you liked."
He takes the invitation, releasing my arm and sliding his hand downward. The other reaches around quickly, both grabbing a handful of my ass. Under the frilly red skirt I'm only wearing a pair of sheer cheekies and the feel of the rubber wolf gloves sends a chill racing up my sides. I blurt a nervous giggle. He pulls me closer squeezing tight.
I start reaching up to lift the mask. Now that I'm letting him grope me, I should probably know who this is.
"Food!" A couple other guys storm into the kitchen and me and Big Bad jerk back immediately.
"Hey guys," I squeak.
"What's up, y'all," one of them mumbles.
They attack the candy and now I notice the smell of weed hanging around them.
I glance over my shoulder at the wolf, rolling my eyes and smirking; stoners.
He moves back up beside me, reaching behind my back to grab my ass again. I don't stop him. That rubber glove slips under my skirt and gives me a squeeze that sends more chills rippling up my back. I try to play that off, so he gives me a rough jiggle and I have to brush his hand away before the stoners notice.
They don't notice anything but the candy and chips.
I'm making a cheesy joke about them having the munchies when I feel Big Bad playing with my skirt again. He pushes it up just a little and reaches back in. Instead of going for my ass, this time he starts to reach between my legs.
Heat rushes through my face and I gulp. I'm very pointedly not looking at him, continuing to small talk with the hungry stoners... but, if I'm being honest, they're barely paying attention and the risk of them noticing, starts to send a little rush through me. So I spread my legs...just a little bit.
The elongated fingers of his werewolf glove slip all the way between my thighs, easily reaching my pussy. My voice catches feeling him start to rub. My panties are so thin I can feel every bump and knuckle moving between my legs. It doesn't take him long to find my slit, and he slides that long, curved wolf claw into it.
