The Halloween Party

It was the twenty-ninth of October, two days before Halloween. I'd been working so hard on homework and my TA duties that I'd barely noticed the leaves turning and the days getting shorter. Grad school is a bitch but I knew I had to get a degree if I wanted any kind of career. I hadn't thought about parties or fun or even women since late August when first-year grad student orientation began. Sure, there were a few cuties in my incoming class. But all of them seemed to be way more interested in astrophysics than in guys, or at least any guys in the program.

I was having a late lunch and doing homework in the student union when an old college buddy of mine parked his tray on my table. "Mike! How are you? I haven't seen you since graduation."

"Hey, Bill." I closed my textbook and shoved it aside, more glad for the interruption than I had thought I might be. "I feel way stupider now. I mean, I've learned a whole lot in the last couple months, but I've also learned how much more I *don't* know, so the ratio is getting worse. Anyway, I could use the break. How are you and Abby doing?"

"Pretty good, we've rented part of a house over on Fifth street, just north of University. Got a bunch of friends there including some you might remember from school. Anyway, Abby and I are throwing a Halloween party on Friday and I wanted to make sure to invite you."

Bill Watson had been three doors down in my freshman dorm at Adamson College, and we'd been friends throughout college. He'd majored in Russian Lit but was back in school taking premed classes. Bill had been dating Abby since junior year and nobody who'd lived within earshot of either of their dorm rooms was surprised that they'd shacked up after graduation. Abby was going for her MBA degree and was ... well ... stacked. In college she'd hidden her body with baggy sweats most of the time, but I'd seen her in formal wear when she was Bill's date to the Homecoming Ball our senior year. She could rock a ball gown! Her gown had been a halter top that left most of her gorgeous back exposed. The diamond shaped cutout on the front showed off Abby's cleavage and the tiny gold unicorn pendant that lived a very happy life there. It was clear she had no bra on and I knew Bill was going to get to untie that knot at the back of her neck. What he had to look forward two was a double handful of pretty damn nice breasts. Yeah, it was a fond memory, especially the waltz I had with her, during which I could feel those boobs gently pressing my chest.

"Umm, sure I guess. What time? I haven't got a costume."

"Any time after 8, and costume is optional so don't worry. A few other folks from Adamson will be there."

"Who? I haven't been great about seeing people, just on social media in the few minutes a day I have free."

"You mean scrolling Facebook on the can", Bill teased.

"Well, yeah, I guess." I'd been, well, not really hiding, but too absorbed in my three upper level classes, plus my TA duties, to have any social life. I hadn't gotten laid - heck, hadn't even dated much - since fall semester of my last year of undergrad.

"You need to get out, enjoy yourself for an evening." Bill was right, I'd been a hermit since setting my sights on grad school. "One night's break from being a nerd. Anyway, Stulz and Mitchell will be there, probably with their girlfriends; also Gwen, Cathy, Emma, our housemate Maria, and a couple other girls Abby knows."

"Cathy Johnson?" My heart at once sank and flipped. Cathy had also been in our dorm freshman year. She was a short but curvy girl, with nice hips and decent boobs that her small frame made seem bigger than they probably were. Her face was equally gorgeous, framed (back then) by her bobbed chestnut hair. I'd made an awkward attempt to ask her out, which was either very very clumsy or she was too polite to flat out reject me. And her tastes ran more to the muscular jock type, and she dated - or at least porked - at least a dozen varsity jocks during the four years we were there, dumping almost all of them within a week or two.

"Of course, what other Cathy do we know? I think she's matured a bunch though. Less flighty and shallow."

That Friday afternoon I had to go through the quizzes I was grading for my TA section. Even though it was an announced quiz, a good third of the class had skipped to get an early start on the Halloween weekend so I only had about forty. It took me a couple hours, but I got it done and the grades entered before dark. After a quick supper of microwaved leftovers, I headed out to Bill & Abby's. It was pretty warm still, for late October, and even though it was a mostly student neighborhood I did see some kids trick-or-treating, and without the costume-obscuring jackets they sometimes needed.

When I got there at 8:30, the party was already underway. A cooler filled with ice and beer sat on the front porch. Several people were hanging out, tossing little candy bars to kids and whoever else was passing by. I caught a bite size 3 Musketeers one-handed which got me some cheers. Among the porch partiers was Abby, welcoming people. When I showed up, she turned to the wizened hag sitting next to her and said something. The hag looked up at me for an odd moment. I had no idea who it was, as the shapeless gray hood of the robe (an old blanket) shadowed her face, except for the huge wart-covered rubber witch nose.

I climbed the steps and grabbed a beer from the cooler. Abby gave me a quick hug of welcome. "Hey Abby. I know Bill said costumes optional, but I figured at least you two would have them."

"Oh, I haven't got mine on yet. You'll see. Bill's inside, in the kitchen probably."

Sure enough, there he was filling a bowl of chips. "Mike! Glad to see you made it." He grabbed a couple of chips from the bowl and handed it to me. His costume was a horse, made from a shabby brown bathrobe that looked like it was from the clearance rack at Goodwill. He coupled that with some plastic hooves that rubber-banded over his shoes and the backs of his hands, and a rubber horse head that he'd shoved back to expose his face.

"Giddy up, Bill. I'll put these in the living room."

I was greeted with happy looks - or at least the bowl of chips was - and a mermaid I didn't know moved over on the couch to make room. Her auburn-blond hair wasn't quite red enough to be Ariel, but you could tell that was the look she was going for. The mermaid costume was a very tight calf-length skirt that had been covered with sequins to resemble fish scales, but that wasn't the interesting part. The mermaid's top - such as it was - was a couple of large scallop shells drilled with holes and threaded with what looked like a gold shoelace. The shells covered her modest tits over the nipple area and bottom but left a daring amount of side-boob exposed.

"Hi, I'm Maria, Bill and Abby's housemate."

"Nice to meet you, Maria. I'm Mike. Been buddies with Bill since orientation week - we were in the same dorm at Adamson our freshman year. Amazing costume!"

She must have seen me looking at the shell-bra, because she leaned over and whispered "They're glued on. The strings are just for show."

"Sounds like it might hurt to take them off."

"It's water-based glue, same for the sequins. Imagine a mermaid who can't get wet!"

"I'd rather imagine the mermaid getting very wet indeed."

"Well, it's not going to rain, and in this skirt I can't dance enough to work up a sweat. So there's really only one place this mermaid can get wet," she said with a wink and a leer. I couldn't believe what I thought I heard.

"Oh yeah? And is there a seashell there, too?"

"No seashell. I won't say if there's anything else."

"No crabs, I hope."

"No crabs. Just my bearded clam, ha ha. Go get me a beer, please. I can barely walk in this costume!"

I did so, and when I popped it and sat down again she scooted over a little and put a hand on my knee. "Do you like seafood?"

"Heck yeah. I could eat seafood all day."

"Hold on to that thought, sugar."

We kissed and made out a little, but neither of us was going going to risk dislodging the sea shells - at least, not yet.

I was beginning to get a stiffie and was glad to be wearing fairly loose jeans.

After a few hours of drinking and chatting, the party was winding down. Bill had ditched the horse head and joined Abby on the porch. Maria the mermaid, the old crone, and a gay couple dressed as football players were there too, so I joined them. There were a few more people I recognized as classmates from Adamson, though I hadn't known them that well. Maria, the mermaid, had lost a lot of sequins from her skirt. The seashells seemed to still be firmly attached, though.

As the night wore on, most of the partygoers yawned and headed home, leaving the five of us on the porch. At midnight, Abby stood up and announced it was time for the costume contest.

"Why did you wait this long? A lot of decent costumes have left already."

"Bill, you wait and see. Now, we need a judge for the contest. Mike is wearing regular clothes, so I think he has to be the judge."

"Abby, you aren't wearing a costume either. Why don't you be

the judge?"

"No, Mike, Bill and I are part of a team costume. I expect you'll want to give us first prize."

"I have to say, Bill's horse is OK but the mermaid costume is way ahead. I don't know about the ... witch? Crone? Hag?"

"Hag. Don't call me a witch, please! But how can you give a team first place if one of the members isn't even wearing a costume?" There was something familiar about her voice, distorted though it was by the rubber nose.

"Oh, you just wait, Ca-" Abby bit off the name like she hadn't meant to say it. But it put a notion in my brain. "See if you can guess what we are."

"A knight? A medieval princess?" Maria, the mermaid, guessed. Abby shook her head.

The shadowed hag spoke up. "A cowgirl?"

"Nope- " Abby started to shake her head again, then blushed and winked at Bill. "Not yet, anyway."

"All right, I give up. What is your costume?"

"Give us a minute." Abby grabbed Bill's hand and dragged him through the kitchen.

In a few minutes, Bill reappeared wearing the horse-head mask. Abby's head peeked over his shoulder as he held her piggy-back style. Her arms draped over his robe-covered shoulders and her bare feet and legs wrapped around his waist. This was odd, as she'd been wearing jeans and sneakers all evening. Abby whispered something to Bill, he shot her a questioning look and she nodded back.

Slowly, Bill turned around. Abby's feet weren't the only part of her that was bare.

"You win, Lady Godiva and horse!" I had no choice but to declare that the best costume.

"Not fair! If Abby gets to change after the contest has started, then so do I!". The old hag put down her hood and took off the ridiculous fake nose to reveal Cathy Johnson!

"Hi, Cathy, I wondered if that might be you. What have you been up to?"

"I have an internship with a big law firm. In a couple years, if I do well, there's a full scholarship to pay for law school. They award one intern a year and I'm not eligible this year but one of the partners says I would be a good candidate for next year. But enough about that. What about my costume?"

"Well, it was a pretty good disguise. But honestly it has to come in third behind Godiva and the mermaid."

"Oh yeah? Watch this." Cathy stood up, then untied the rope holding the blanket around her waist and reached up to her neck for a cheap looking pin brooch. The brooch had gathered the blanket to make the crone's hood, and when she undid it the blanket - and my jaw - fell to the floor. Underneath the blanket, she wore only a black thong and the sandals that went with the costume. Her breasts hung enticingly free, nipples erect and red from the friction of the coarse blanket. It was a vision I'd fantasized about as a freshman but had pretty much faded from my spank-bank over the last couple years. Suddenly it was back and real.

"Oh damn. That might just move you up to a first-place tie."

At this, Maria stood up and shimmied into the kitchen. Almost all the sequins had rubbed off the back of the skirt, where she'd been sitting. The stretchy fabric clung to her butt tightly enough to come back in at the top of her thighs, and moved very entertainingly as she walked away. We heard the sink going and soon she came back with a big bowl. It was a chip bowl that had been emptied an hour ago, but the way she was carrying it with both hands made it look like it held something heavier than Doritos.

Maria stood at the top of the porch steps, leaving the front door open, and raised the bowl over her head. "I'm a mermaid. But I'm not a Disney mermaid." With that, she gradually poured the bowl, which she'd filled with warm water, over her head and chest.

As promised the glue that held her shells in place melted away, and the whole bra fell off to reveal some modest-size but beautifully shaped breasts. Evidently she'd also untied the strings, too, because the tidal wave swept her bare and clean. It also caused a tidal wave of blood to surge into my dick, which had already been at more than half-mast from Abby's "costume" and Cathy's surprise near-nudity.

I self-consciously dragged my eyes away from Maria's chest and the water dripping down what couldn't fairly be called cleavage. The warm water had run down her front and soaked the skirt, washing away more sequins but more importantly turning the fabric translucent enough to see the dark triangle at her crotch. My erection became painfully hard inside my pants.

Maria saw me shifting uncomfortably and, standing straight up in front of me, leaned forward from the waist. Smiling mischievously, she reached her hand out and said, "I hope you're getting that fishing pole ready." She grabbed my hands and pulled me upright into a slightly damp but very pleasant embrace. I could feel Maria's nipples were getting pretty hard.

As we kissed, I could feel one hand on the back of my head and the other beginning to go after my shirt buttons. A third hand reached around my waist and undid my belt - wait, a third hand? I looked down - it was Cathy's black-lacquered fingernails. I glanced curiously over at Bill, who grinned and shrugged as Abby's arm was reaching through his bathrobe and moving up and down. He shot me a look that all but told me, "They're hot to trot. Go with it, dude."

Within a minute I had pulled back enough from Maria to give her free access to my buttons. Cathy got my jeans down and I slid out of my sneakers and let her pull them off me, standing on one leg at a time. My briefs were uncomfortably tight but Cathy fixed that problem by taking them off me.

I was standing there nude with a raging boner. Bill's horse costume bathrobe was open and Abby's head was bobbing up and down in front of him. Cathy and Maria watched for a second, then they shared a look and a nod. Both sank to their knees before me and I felt two tongues licking me from sack to tip. Cathy had one hand on Maria's breast and the other busily playing inside her thong. I nearly blew right there but suddenly Maria stood up.

"Mike, I sure hope you weren't lying earlier about liking seafood." She reached for a zipper at her hip and slid it halfway down her thigh before the skirt was loose enough to drop to the floor. My earlier impression of a dark triangle was confirmed, as silky auburn curls barely concealed her mound and its cleft.

Over her shoulder, I could see the vacant couch. "Sit back and find out", I said, gently pushing her back. She flopped back, bringing her heels up to rest on the edge of the cushions and holding her knees apart. I knelt on the floor in front of her and began kissing her left ankle. As I worked up her calf and toward her knee, I could feel her tremors and hear her little sighs and groans. "Skip my knee, it's too ticklish." I filed that info away and proceeded to her inner thighs. The tremors grew more intense but then I heard Cathy exclaim, "That's no horse. That's a stallion!"

Maria grabbed my head and urgently whispered "keep going, don't look." I wasn't about to. I already knew Bill was hung like ... well, at least a horse, from the dorm showers. Plus, the view of Maria's pussy out the corner of my eye was way more interesting. The soft pubes just decorated her labia, which were swollen and glistening. A peek of her inner lips poked through the cleft, which was parted in anticipation. I ran my tongue up the left side and down the right, nuzzling her clit with the end of my nose as I passed but carefully not licking it yet. Still, that brought a quiver.

As I opened her inner lips with a hand, I heard the slushy sounds and little gasps of Abby and Bill fucking away on the carpet. I licked slow ovals around Maria's opening, pulling gently on her inner lips with my teeth. She twitched and said "gentle" to me, so I backed off and resumed tonguing the warm, slightly salty waters of the proverbial "bearded clam".

As I dragged my tongue around her vagina, I swooped higher and higher, closer and closer to the clit that was poking out from behind its hood. I glanced up to see if Maria was appreciating this as much as I was and saw that she was staring over my shoulder. I slid a finger into her and probed for the spongy rough patch of her G-spot. she was amazingly tight. A bucking of the hips and a squeeze of her vaginal muscles confirmed I'd found the right place, so I pulled my head away and turned to look. Abby was riding Bill's huge dick, tits oscillating as she moved up and down. Cathy was sprawled in an armchair and was vigorously rubbing her thong-covered pussy with one hand while stroking her nipples with the other. We made eye contact and she said "now I know what Abby meant when she said 'not yet' when I guessed cowgirl".

I returned my attention to Maria, pushing the clitoral hood back gently so I could suck her clit in between my lips. She twitched, hard, and crossed her legs behind my back to pull me closer. Maria's little moans and whimpers grew stronger and more frequent as I alternated licking and gently sucking her, while still rubbing her G-spot with my finger. I heard her gasps and felt her hands in my hair, but soon the sound was drowned out by the ecstatic cries from Abby as she threw her head back and came massively, a pink flush spreading over her chest and neck. Bill, too, was on the edge and I could see his butt clench as he tried hard to hold back.

"Now, Bill, now" cried Abby as her first orgasm ebbed. Bill released, sending Abby straight to a second climax.

With Maria watching Bill & Abby screwing, as I played explorer in her pussy, soon her body trembled and she tightened her legs around me as she came. It was relatively quiet, but clearly intense. When she was spent, she released me and I leaned back to catch my breath.

"Oh god that's hot" murmured Cathy. She'd lost the thong and was panting and shaking while she ran two fingers up and down her shaved slit. "You guys too!", she said, catching my eye. Did Cathy mean it was hot watching me eat out Maria, or did she mean she wanted to watch me and Maria fuck too? My question was answered as Cathy slid off the armchair and, somewhat hilariously, kneewalked over to where I was kneeling in front of the couch. The awkward motion made her breasts sway hypnotically. "Is it gonna be my turn soon?", she asked, reaching for my hard-on. "First I gotta do this, though." She bent over and took me in her mouth. I'd given up on dating her after that humbling flub in Freshman year, and even jack-off fantasies didn't feature her as much any more. If 18-year-old me could have seen this!

Her hand circled my shaft as she took my head into her mouth and swirled her tongue expertly over the most sensitive bits. I was already excited as hell from eating Maria and watching the others. "Cathy, I can't last long like this!" I said.