Marie 51.0
31 October 1981
Halloween in Madison on a Saturday, it doesn't get better than that!
I'd had an exam on Friday, so I took the first bus from East Lansing on Saturday morning. Even so, with various stops along the way, and a transfer with a more than an hour layover in Chicago, I didn't get to Madison until afternoon. Marie met me at the bus station and we had a late lunch on already crowded State Street.
"I have our costumes all set," she told me. I already knew the plan. We and three other couples would go out together as Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs. Marie had come up with the idea, so she would be Snow White. I was still pre-med back then, so I'd be Doc.
By the time we reached her dorm, people had already started heading out to the festivities. In her room, we found Marie's roommate Georgette — known universally as "George" — and her boyfriend Dave waiting for us.
"You go with Dave and get changed," Marie instructed as she handed me a set of green scrubs, a white lab coat, and a stethoscope that a nursing school student friend had "acquired" for me. "George and I will come get you when we've finished getting dressed."
Dave and I walked down to his room and found it empty.
"Did your roommate go out already?" I asked.
"Yep, and he's not coming back tonight, either. His girlfriend has a flat on Mifflin, and he's spending the night there. That means George can sleep down here and you'll be alone with Marie."
We smiled knowingly and gave each other "five." This pleased me greatly, as this would be Marie's and my first night together since I left for MSU six weeks before then.
"And I think it gets better than that," Dave continued. "The girls have been giddy about something, and George has dropped a few clues that we're going to really like their costumes."
"Marie's Snow White and George is a dwarf!" I snorted, picturing the classic Disney cartoon. "How sexy can that get?"
Dave just shrugged and we changed into our costumes. Dave had elected to go as Sneezy. His outfit consisted of blue jeans and a brown denim work shirt with handkerchiefs hanging out of every pocket. He also carried a box of Kleenex. As Doc, I wondered if I'd stay warm enough in just scrubs and a lab coat.
Once changed, Dave and I sat for a long while, commiserating about the Packers' two-and-six record under coach Bart Starr, debating the first nine months of the Reagan presidency, and discussing the future of space exploration now that the Space Shuttle had completed one mission in April and would be flying a second in the coming month.
Our conversation was interrupted by a loud knock at the door.
"By the way," I asked as Dave got up to answer. "Which dwarf is George going as?"
"Sleepy," he replied as he opened the door. I actually saw the jolt of surprise shake his body as he gasped. "Oh... Wow."
I got up so I could see past him. George stood there in a sheer black robe trimmed in black fur. It was so thin and translucent that I could clearly see the black leather chemise she wore underneath. It pushed up her already ample breasts, and hugged her hourglass figure down just low enough to cover her privates. Leather garter straps reached down to secure sheer black stockings. She wore high heeled black slippers, also trimmed in fur. To complete her "Sleepy" outfit, she carried a pure black teddy-bear.
"Yep," I agreed. "Wow."
We both stood there gaping until George spoke. "Don't you want to see Marie's costume?"
"Oh," I chuckled in guilt for momentarily forgetting her. "Yeah. Of course."
Dave stepped out of the way and George walked into the small dorm room, her robe billowing. I admit my gaze followed her as she passed me. Laces ran through silver grommets up the back of her chemise, and the rear garter straps aligned perfectly with the black seams running down her stockings.
When I turned back to the doorway, Marie stood there. I confess that after George's dramatic entrance I found her outfit a bit disappointing. I appreciated how her blue leather corset pushed up her breasts to make the most of their B-cup size, and how it accented her narrow waist, but below that she wore a plain yellow, floor length skirt. A short white cape covered her otherwise bare shoulders and arms. She had styled her hair like Snow white, complete with red ribbon and bow. She carried a large red apple.
Then I noticed her makeup. She wore it thick, making her face paler than her half-Italian heritage would generally allow. She'd painted her lips bright red. I also realized she added fake eyelashes.
Until then, I would have insisted that I disliked heavy makeup and preferred the natural look. I still feel that way in general. That moment, however, I learned how sexy, on the right occasions, a whorishly painted face can be. In that instance the turn on came from the juxtaposition of the general innocence of the costume and the character she represented, and the sensual promise of those long lashes, red lips, and tight corset.
We met the other two couples at a bar called Joe Hart's, ideally located just a block from the craziness on State Street. They had secured two raised booths near the back. We all took a look at and shared appropriate compliments for each other's costumes, but for most of the men in our group, as well as many in the crowded bar, all eyes kept turning toward George. I, on the other hand, could not keep mine off Marie's made-up face.
I remember few details of the drunken rowdiness of that evening. Marie and I made the mandatory pilgrimage to State Street. It took us about an hour to cover less than two blocks, but it was worth it. Costumes ranged from mundane to outrageous, silly to obscene. Rubber chickens seemed a consistent theme, and I saw at least one reveler not just carrying one, but dressed as one. We ran into a guy from Marie's dorm who was pushing a shopping cart with a quarter-barrel of beer and a stack of cups in it. We stood with him for a while, drinking his beer and watching the crowd, our attention drawn to two cops trying to talk a drunk down from a light pole he'd climbed.
We'd become pretty worn out by the time we made it back to Joe Hart's, but took our turn holding the booth while George and Dave took their State Street tour. They came back after only twenty minutes, and I could see anger in Dave's face.
"He's mad because I kept getting groped," George explained.
"Is that why he's mad?" Marie asked. "Or was it because you probably kind of liked it?"
The girls laughed as if at some shared private joke. Dave had clearly lost any mood to party, and I knew if I had any more to drink, I might get too tired to take advantage of Marie and I having a room to ourselves tonight. I had to shout to be heard over the juke box music and crowd noise. "Let's head back to the dorm!"
We said goodnight to the rest and walked back. On the elevator ride to the fourth floor, where Dave's room was, I noticed the hem of Marie's skirt smeared with dirt and already frayed in places from our time on State Street. She saw my frown, followed my gaze, and chuckled. "Don't worry. I only made it for this costume. What would I do with a full length yellow skirt?"
The elevator stopped at Dave's floor. He seemed already in a better mood. I'm sure he now simply looked forward to getting to his room and having George in her sexy outfit.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, Marie turned to me, reached up to wrap her arms behind my neck, and gave me a sweet rather than seductive kiss that lasted until the door opened again on the seventh floor. She looked up with sparkling blue eyes and a big smile. "I love you!"
"I love you, too," I replied. I slipped my arm around her corseted waist as we stepped off the elevator. "But what was that for?"
"Because I was watching you tonight. All the other guys couldn't stop looking at George, but you only had eyes for me."
"That's because I love you so much and, no matter how you're dressed, you're still prettier and sexier than George." I didn't go on to mention the prurient effect her makeup and false eyelashes had on me. We got to her room, went inside, and bolted the door behind us. She took off her cape, leaving her thin, smooth shoulders bare above the corset.
