When David extended an invitation to his fraternity's Halloween party, I enthusiastically replied, "Yes!" He was considered the most attractive guy at our university, and we had only encountered each other a few times through mutual acquaintances. I wasn't even aware he knew who I was. However, my sorority sister, Shannon, swiftly pulled me aside and reprimanded me. "Calm down! You don't want to appear needy," she warned.
At the time, I was only nineteen, quite innocent, having never engaged in any form of relationship, be it platonic or sexual. My parents, devoted Catholics, maintained a strict household, prohibiting us from dating. "There will be plenty of time for that later," my mother would say. So when I got to college, I was eager to get myself out there.
Shannon and I immediately started working on my costume, hairstyling, and makeup. We were determined to create the most stunning and alluring costume possible. At the costume store, I mentioned how challenging it would be for a nerd like me to choose an outfit. Taylor, another sorority sister, and Shannon's best friend, attempted to comfort me and said, "You know, there's something quite appealing about a sexy nerd." They all found it extremely amusing, and I joined in with a laugh. However, deep down, I had difficulty finding humor in their playful mockery. Although I embraced my nerdy tendencies with pride, I didn't enjoy it when others highlighted that side of me.
My daring attire featured a delicate black lace bustier, hoisting my chest seemingly almost to my chin and accentuating my petite waist, complemented by ultra-sheer black thigh stockings, a charming lace garter belt adorned with tiny bows on the hooks, and a playful black tail fastened to my rear. Fortunately, I was an hour from home, so my parents were oblivious to my bold ensemble - they surely would've disapproved.
Taylor was remarkably stunning, with her smooth, golden hair that gracefully fell past her shoulders and delicate, feminine features. As a dedicated runner, she had an enviably fit physique. She typically wore sports bras and running shorts, which accentuated her toned form. Having lived together in the sorority house, it was evident that Taylor carried a natural confidence. I was sure she was the girl in high school that girls wanted to be and guys wanted to fuck.
At last, the big night arrived, and Shannon and Taylor expertly transformed my appearance, creating smoky eyes, winged eyeliner, deep-hued lipstick, and whiskers. They added a delicate sprinkle of black glitter and a headband adorned with cat ears to complete the look. The daring element was undoubtedly the black collar with a little ring attached to the front.
Despite my lack of experience, I radiated sexy confidence for the first time ever in my life. My romantic encounters were limited to brief lip-locks with my friend Michael; I'd never been with anyone who truly ignited my passion.
Shannon had to go to tend bar and was upset she wouldn't see the final product. "Can't miss one of the busiest nights of the year," she explained. "Ugh! Take pics for me, Tay!" she ordered her best friend, before apologizing to me and rushing out the door.
My hair, long and wavy, soft, shiny, and dark as night, was my best feature, in my opinion. Growing up with only my father, I never learned how to fix it. I always wore it up in a clip. Never wearing makeup either, I didn't get much attention. As I let it down, it draped over my shoulders, and the ends sat on the top of my breasts. I noticed Taylor staring at me intently, her mouth agape just a smidge, tongue resting on her bottom lip, then biting it softly.
Captivated by her undeniable attraction, she seemed to be in some sort of trance. I attempted to catch her eye so she could help me with my hair. After all, I was clueless about using a curling iron. "Taylor," I uttered casually while she remained entranced. "Taylor!" I repeated louder yet with no response, until I finally shouted, "TAYLOR!" Startled, she replied, "What? Oh, sorry," she replied, absentmindedly. "You're just so stunning, Mandy," she admitted blushingly, causing my face to redden as well.
Hoping she wouldn't notice my flushed expression; I couldn't help but admire her flawless complexion. Her skin appeared velvety and supple, and an urge to touch it surged within me. As an active member of the LGBTQ community, I knew Taylor was interested in women, but I never anticipated that her interest would extend to include me.
In a light-hearted tone, she proceeded to suggest that I should embrace my body. "Don't think I didn't see those full, perky breasts and delectable pink nipples. You should flaunt them more," she playfully chided, while curling my hair with the iron. As I blushed, I mustered a simple "Thank you."
Oddly enough, at that moment, I didn't want her to style my hair. Instead, an urge to kiss her overcame me. Turning toward her, our eyes locked, and it seemed instinctive as I began to caress her erect nipples through her tank top, feeling them stand higher by the minute. I was thankful she wasn't in a sports bra today. With a look of desire in her eyes, our mouths met, and we hungrily explored one another. The sensation caused warmth to pool between my thighs, yearning for our bare bodies to intertwine and to feel her undoubtedly soaked pussy.
Focusing on freeing me from constraint, she began by teasing my nipples tenderly before gradually applying more pressure. She untied the bustier to grant better access while our fervent kisses persisted, then toyed with my breasts. An unexpected moan escaped my lips.
Discarding the bustier onto the floor, our breaths heavy with anticipation, she began trailing kisses from my neck downward to my chest before finally lavishing attention on my breasts and expertly manipulating my nipples using her tongue. Her hand found its way over my most intimate area as she whispered enticingly into my ear, "I'm going to make you come so hard,".
Unsure of what that truly entailed, I found myself longing to keep our bare chests and perky nipples to touch, and pulled her to me. Attempting to kiss her once more, she gently refused. Instead, she attempted to lift me onto the vanity. I obliged as she urged my legs apart, leaving me clueless about the upcoming events. Effortlessly sliding her finger within my inviting dampness, she leaned down slowly, initiating a light suction with her lips on my clitoris, kissing it with her open mouth while gradually moving her finger in and out. Adding another one after several motions and then a third, my receptive body welcomed each digit with bliss, I had never felt anything so wonderful. No one, male or female made me feel that way.
