"Come on we'll be late," I exclaimed.
"Just a couple more minutes," she responded.
I fumed a little. I hate being late. This was going to be the biggest party of the year. I love Halloween parties. I love getting dressed up in a costume. Even though you know half the people there, wearing a costume gives you a feeling of anonymity. You can get drunk, flirt with other women and watch other guys flirt with your wife. What could be more fun? This year I was superman. Susan was going dressed like a leopard.
He paced some more and then finally went upstairs to see how much longer she was going to be. She was just walking out of their bedroom when he got to the top of the stairs. "My God, you look sexy as hell," he said. And she did too. On top of her short brown hair she wore a pair of cat ears. She'd painted a cat nose with whiskers on her face. A short, tight leopard print dress encased her body, showing off her wonderful figure. Semi-sheer leopard print stockings covered legs ending in black high heels.
"How do I look?" She turned around. The dress even had a tail that curved up from under the back of the dress and made it look like it was attached to her butt.
"Fantastic! Susan that outfit is... WOW!" I felt little willy began to stir. "Maybe we should have a little quickie before we go?"
"Right, like I'm going to let you mess up my makeup after I spent all this time getting ready."
Downstairs Susan put on her long winter coat, hiding her stunning costume. I couldn't wait to show her off to all of my frat brothers at the party. I put on my ski parka and we went out to the garage. I pressed the garage door opener and a bitter wind swirled into the garage and bit through the blue tights I was wearing.
On the way there we chatted happily. I was reminding Susan who I expected to be at the party, bringing back her memories of them when she was at the sorority.
"Is Terrell, huh what's is last name? You know that football player going to be there?"
"Terrell Jackson? I don't know. He just got divorced so he might not show up."
"Why'd he get divorced?"
Terrell had been our star wide receiver our senior year at school. A handsome black man, he'd attracted women like flypaper. "I'm not sure. I heard rumors that he was sleeping around." Actually they weren't rumors. He was a successful salesman now and one of his girlfriends from Portland had called his home and his wife answered. The rest is history.
"Oh, huh. That's too bad."
"Well, he might show up anyhow." Susan didn't respond.
We arrived a Tim Brassard's house a half an hour late. Cars were parked up and down the street and we had to park a half a block away. By the time we got to the front door my legs were freezing.
Tim opened the door. "Craig, how's it hangin?" he shouted over the noise of the party. "Hey, I like your costume," he said looking at my blue tights; the rest of my costume being covered by my jacket. He turned to Susan, "What a cute nose. I'm Tim. I don't know if you remember me?"
"Of course Tim. How are you?" She'd already told me in the car that she didn't remember him, but I remembered how he'd salivated over her back in college.
"Great. Put your coats in the bedroom. It's down the hall to the left," he said pointing.
The party was in full swing and the beat of the bass from the speakers made it so everyone had to holler to be heard. Down the hall it was quieter and when Susan threw her coat on top of all of the others I took her in my arms and tried to kiss her. She pushed me away and rolled her eyes.
We returned to the party and several of my frat brothers turned and ogled Susan. I couldn't help but grin. Several of them had begun successful careers, but I had Susan.
Bill Saunders left his group and walked over. "Craig, how's it hangin? And this is, uh" he searched his memory, "Susan right?" She smiled and he walked up and gave her an inappropriate kiss. Then he took her hand and said, "Come on, let's get you something to drink."
