It was October and everyone was planning their upcoming Halloween festivities. I hadn't planned on going anywhere this year so I didn't bother with a costume. My best friend, Holly, had stopped by my house to show off her new party outfit. Holly was beautiful. She was about 5'7" with decent C cups. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her body. She worked out almost every day and used every chance she could get to show off her work. So when I heard about her Halloween costume, I knew it would barely cover her up.
"What do you think?" Holly asked, as she spun around in her lady devil costume. It consisted of a red bra trimmed with black lace and a pair of tight red shorts that allowed her cheeks to peek out. A headband with devil horns nestled onto the top of her head. Her long, dark brown, curly locks fell around her face and draped over her shoulders. She held up a mask that was mostly red with black swirls and clear crystals that covered the edges. Her dark brown eyes were sparkling with joy as she was obviously very proud of herself.
"You look....amazing!" I said, as I slowly closed my mouth and swallowed the lump in my throat. I had never had the balls to dress like Holly. I was always more conservative and took pride in looking classy. Holly always told me to "let loose and live" but until now, I had never listened.
"Why don't you come with me to the party, it'll be fun," Holly begged, as she skipped over and sat down beside me on the bed. I looked down at my hands and fiddled with my nails. I hadn't thought much about going out tonight. I planned on staying in and reading a good book and maybe trying out that new hot chocolate that I picked up at the market. Holly reached over and pulled my face up towards her. "You really need to get out and have a good time. How else are you going to meet a man?" She was right. I always complained about how I was never going to meet anyone but all I really did was sit home and dream about it. I looked up at her and for a moment thought about making up an excuse. "OK, but I don't have a costume."
She jumped up and ran to my closet, "no worries, it's a masquerade theme so you really don't need anything but a mask and lucky for you, I've got an extra in the car!"
About an hour later, I stood looking at myself in the mirror. My mother would be so ashamed. I was wearing a solid black spaghetti strap tank that Holly had cut off so that my stomach would show. I felt so naked! I wasn't wearing a bra since I didn't have much up top. I unlike Holly wasn't blessed with big breasts. I was lucky if I found a B cup that would fit. Usually I went braless and they just sort of poked through my tops. Some guys like that, right? The skirt I was wearing was also black and had pleats so that when I twirled around it flew outward and looked like those dancers on TV. The only thing that bothered me about the skirt was that it was entirely too short. I bought it a few years ago without trying it on and realized how short it was once I got home. I never returned it. I refused to wear the thong that Holly had pulled out of my drawer because I wanted my ass to be covered if my skirt flew up. I chose a pair of black bikini cut panties instead.
