My buddy and I had always loved Halloween. It was probably the best night of the year, and we always worked hard to come up with the most unique costumes. This year, for the first time in a long time I had a girlfriend. It was a new relationship, but it was fun, and was a wonderful departure from my daily life. When the sinful night came, first I went to my buddy's place and we put on our costumes.
Our costumes were perfect, but as usual, my buddy was running late. I called my girlfriend and told her we were delayed, and she gave me directions to her friend's apartment. There was a pre-party and then everyone was going to go bar hopping. When my buddy and I finally got there, the pre-party was already rolling.
My date was there, and was in a great Disney princess costume. You know, one of those sexy adult versions. She introduced me to her friend, and I knew that was going to be in trouble. Her friend was poured into a slutty superhero costume. She was Poison Ivy.
Trying not to be obvious, My eyes traced the path of the vines wrapping around her body in all the right places. The costume was skin tight with a diving neckline and a miniskirt. I said "hello," but could barely keep my composure. Don't get me wrong, my girlfriend at the time was great, but not exactly my type. If I had described my perfect type, a police sketch artist would have drawn her friend.
When Poison Ivy looked at me, she had the most devious, knowing eyes. Was her look natural, or or did it represent a true impish mischief. You can't judge a book by its cover, but this girl was an erotic novel, and I could read it cover to cover. She knew it too, and she was insatiable. One look and I knew she was hungry.
The party was rolling, and I needed a drink. I made my way to the kitchen and found a red solo cup. I was getting ice out of the freezer when I heard a voice behind me. She said, "Tabby has been telling me all about you, and I see she has not been exaggerating." Her body language was intoxicating. Her eyes were pure dangerous temptation.
I replied, "I've heard plenty about you as well. For one thing, I've learned that you should never ignore a carbon monoxide alarm."
She laughed, and said, "I can't believe you've heard that story. Well, sometimes things in this apartment get hot."
Drinks flowed, and the party went on. Predictably, at some point I needed to go to the bathroom to break the seal. I hadn't gotten the apartment tour, so I was fumbling around, opening doors. I walked into a room, to discover it wasn't a bathroom but a bedroom. It was a girl's room, a private place. I knew I shouldn't be here. It was neat, and definitely feminine, unlike my apartment. There were a few scattered clothes and text books. A bra was hanging halfway way off the bed. The bra was functional, but lacy. It would obviously look great being worn. My mind quickly went to the gutter, and I was wondering whose room I was in. Before I could shut down the fantasy, I heard something in the hall.
"... I'll be right back." A voice that I recognized was heading this direction.
The room was dark, with a little light spilling in from the hallway. I panicked and backed a dark corner. I didn't have time for anything else. Then she was there. She walked by me and went her bedside table, and turned on the lamp. I didn't want to trust myself, but part of me thought that she knew I was there. I could swear I saw her eyes take in the whole room as she entered, and in spite of the darkness, note my presence.
"That's ridiculous," I told myself. "This is definitely the alcohol and your dick talking."
Nevertheless, While she was leaning over looking in her bedside drawer, her body was in an impossibly inviting pose. The lamp put her spandex clad body in perfect profile. She bent from the waist, with a slight arch to her back. She was shifting her weight ever so slightly from foot to foot. Her ass was perfect, and the skimpy costume made it even better. I was hypnotized. While she continued to rummage, looking for who knows what, I found myself moving halfway across the room. As I passed the door, I nudged it nearly it closed with two fingers. She had to have seen the light change, and must have seen my shadow. Her rummaging stopped, but the motion of her hips continued.
