My best friend Mandy, Manders or M, but never Amanda and I had a bet. We were both a little shy, and a whole lot nerdy, so we bet on who had the highest GPA the last term. The bet was whoever lost, had to go to the Halloween party on State Street, in a Tinkerbell costume with nothing underneath.
I lost, due to a stupid B+, on an exam in a stupid Political Science class, when my stupid professor disagreed with my logic, on an essay question which argued "No, ketchup is not a vegetable, and yes President Reagan is wrong about this."
State Street on Halloween, for those of you who don't know, is a complete madhouse. It's packed with young people, all out to have a great time, and drunken debauchery is par for the course.
I was mortified, and I was like, no way she will make me do this, but as the weeks passed and Halloween drew closer, I started to get a little turned on. The week prior to Halloween I masturbated several times, thinking about what it would be like.
I thought about how guys would be looking at me, wondering if I was wearing anything? How I would always have to worry about sitting down, how I couldn't even bend over without worrying if my breasts were going to spill out.
How often guys would be hitting on me. Did I want to have sex, with a stranger? Should I bring protection? Where would I carry protection? What if I saw someone I knew? My orgasms were wonderful and wet those weeks.
Mandy, bless her heart, refused to let me back out. We were both Juniors, who had made Dean's list several times. Neither of us had serious boyfriends, and we rarely went out.
Mandy, in fact, was so supportive that she even bought my costume for me. My jaw dropped when I first saw it. It was green and made of fake leaves. It had nothing to hold the top part up, so I would need to attach it with two sided tape.
The back was cut high enough that you could see the curve of my ass, when I was standing. It was high on the sides, so that my hips were completely bare. In the front it was slashed down to my belly button, but at least I could tighten it with ties. There was a piece of leave that looked almost like a loin cloth in the front, that protected my modesty.
I'm athletic and in good shape, but my breasts had blossomed, and were now big enough to impact my golf game, and make running a painful chore. So, I was delighted when the costume fit!
I twirled in it, to show Mandy. She smiled. The skirt portion had swung up, showing her everything from my stomach down! The other issue was that the costume was made of a lighter fabric. It wouldn't keep me warm and I worried what would happen if it got wet.
Fortunately for me, Halloween day was clear and crisp. Mandy came over and we agreed to start our evening at the Student Union before heading to State Street. I had a small brown clutch with long leather straps. I had money, my ID, and several condoms. Just in case.
Mandy had a sexy Cinderella costume, that bared most of her breasts and showed enough leg to be exciting. She looked uber hot.
As soon as we got outside, my nipples were immediately hard in the cold air. It was almost painful as they rubbed against the fabric of the dress. I tried to warm them with my arms, but Mandy wouldn't let me do that. She claimed I was cheating.
We passed a shop and I looked at my reflection in the window. My nipples were clearly visible, there was no doubt that I was either cold or excited. I was a little turned on, by the thought of other people checking me out.
The skirt was fluttering in the wind, and I was worried I would flash someone. I could feel a cold breeze on my ass, as I tried rather futilely to hold the skirt down, and walk.
Mandy, just walked and smirked at me, mocking me for how ridiculous I looked. Finally, she stopped by the library, and called me out on my behavior.
She informed me that she was going to double my time in the costume if I didn't walk normally. I was a little outraged, in that I don't recall putting her in charge, but I sort of liked her being bossy.
So, I stamped my slipper clad feet, and did a pouty face like Tinkerbell, and said " Okay, okay, okay."
I dropped my hands to my side and walked normally the rest of the way. I could feel my feminine core getting damp. It was a delicious sensation, with the cool air, blowing up on my warm wet center.
Mandy took my hand, and that gave me courage to go in the union. There were a couple of boys sitting on the steps, who were watched me go up. They looked away when they noticed me watching. I turned when we went in the doors, and they were looking again.
I immediately blushed hard, at the thought of what they had seen, as I climbed the stairs above them. I am sure everything was on display.
I had passed from moist to wet, and in a sudden burst of enthusiasm, I grabbed Mandy's face with both of my hands and started kissing her. I pushed her back against the wall, so our bodies were rubbing against each other. We were tonguing each other in no time. I had my hands on either side of her head, while she had dropped a hand to my ass, and was toying with my skirt. She laughed when we came up for air,
"What was that for?"
"Just wanted to say, 'Thank you!'" I said excitedly. "I am so pumped."
We held hands again as we walked into the Union, and I dare say we were both a little aroused. The Union was packed with wall to wall students in costumes, so it took a bit for us to get beers. There was a band playing, and it was raucous.
I thought there was no way we would find a place to sit, but we saw some guy friends in a booth along the wall.
