"You're Invited to Selene, Sara and Jasmines' Halloween Mixer!
2 High St NW
7pm-???
BYOBB (Bring your own booze and bud)
Jell-O shots will be available, as well as a place to crash.
Wear a costume dammit!
See you there!"
Selene had sent out the invitations for her "mixer" two weeks ago, she said she wanted me to feel welcome and make friends. As I stared at myself in the mirror I was feeling anything but ready to mingle.
Selene and I had been doing the whole casually hooking up thing for about a month now. Since we weren't blood relatives, it wasn't as taboo, but we still tried to be discreet about it. That being said, I had learned a lot in the 4 weeks I'd lived there.
I'd changed my look some, now sporting a much edgier, layered hair cut that was styled currently to look perfectly messy. I'm not sure how Selene did what she did with hair and make-up, but she had a skill. My ruby red glittered lips were glinting in the bathroom light; the dramatic eye make-up was also glittering around my eyes. I was dressed as a fairy, a dark blue strapless dress hugged my curves and laid in an uneven cut around my thighs, purple glitzy wings adorned my back and sparkly stilettos decorated my feet strapping around my ankles delicately. I looked nothing like my typical jeans and t-shirt self, and I felt extremely uncomfortable about it.
*knock knock*
"Jazz are you done, I gotta pee!" Sara yelled from the other side of the bathroom door.
I inhaled a deep breath and let it out ruffling my bangs as I blew in an upward stream of air.
I opened the door, revealing Sara in a lime green thong and that's it. This had become fairly common; Sara liked to advertise her assets. She had every reason to. With perfectly shaped breasts and rose bud nipples that were always slightly puckered, down to her always silkily shaved thighs and perfectly sculpted calves, she was a sight to behold. Many nights I had rocked with orgasm imagining her between my thighs, or better yet, me between hers. But Sara was one challenge I didn't think I was ready for.
She slipped past me and unabashedly sat down and began to relieve herself while I walked out quickly as to allow her privacy though she request none.
Around 7:30pm, what some would call fashionably late, the first party goers arrived at the house.
The first 2 hours were a whirlwind of names and pleasantries. Why did I move? Was I gay? How long was I staying? And other such questions that filled space but didn't provide conversation didn't let anyone get to know more than the surface.
As people kept drinking, and music got sultrier, bodies started to grind provocatively in the living room that had been cleared for such usage. I took this as my queue to escape to the kitchen. The windows were open in here so there wasn't a build-up of smoke or lust. I sat at the decorated table. It had a black table cloth over it, not a fancy one, just one of those plastic ones that you throw away when you're done with it. There was a set-up of snack food, pretzels, chips, cheese, fancier hors de vors that I couldn't name. I pulled the orange jack-o-lantern bowl full of pretzel sticks to me and began to boredly munch on them.
I was never good at parties, not in high school, not in college, and apparently not as an adult either. The air in the living room was heavy and it was cloying to my mostly virgin lungs. Not only that but the hotter it got in the room the more clothes were shed and the more alcohol was consumed and I figured it was just a matter of time before someone was fucking on the couch. Voyeurism wasn't really my thing that I knew of.
I began to draw lines on the table cloth with the condensation from the cup holding my mixed drink. I appreciated all the beautiful women in there, but most of them didn't seem to notice me, I figured I'd slip up to bed before too much longer.
"Hey sexy lady!"
It was Sara; she came in to the kitchen with an empty cup and a blunt in her hand. She was dressed as a "cave woman" she had a loin cloth on, one that revealed everything except her ass and vagina, on top she had the equivalent of a handkerchief tied around her back covering her breasts. There was truly very little left to the imagination. And she had applied a light sheen of shimmering powder to her legs, arms and décolletage. It made me want to her touch her even more.
"Hi Sara," I muttered.
"Why are you in here all alone when you look good enough to eat?" She asked standing beside me, a hand on her hip that was cocked to the side. When she moved her hips, her loin cloth slid to the side the slightest bit and I caught a glimpse of her evenly tanned smooth skin that was just barely hidden. My mouth ran dry with lust.
"I'm not good at parties," I replied tearing my gaze away from the secrets hidden just behind the small piece of material.
"Aww baby girl, you just need to loosen up," She said nudging me.
