Author's Note: These stories are based on my life experiences.
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This next story is about my first erotic Halloween party and all of the events leading up to it and, although I've been to others since, it still remains one my favorites from over the years...
So far, I've succeeded in telling about my life in a sequential fashion -- and I'm going to try to stick with that format (even though I've had a few requests for some current stories). Of course, if it takes me as long as it has to get my last seven years written as it has so far I'll never tell a current one -- so perhaps I might just throw in a current one now and then just for fun -- but not today.
As with my previous writing, this one is from a time in my life about 7 years ago -- when I was just turning 21 and still attending university (UBC in Vancouver, Canada). I was still living in UBC dorms at Thunderbird Park with my roommate Cheryl.
For those who haven't already read my stories, (or have already forgotten from the overload you get from pouring through the thousands of other stories on this site) a little about myself...
I'm the classic 'medium-height-curly-blonde-haired-blue-eyed-cutie' that guys like to dream of (or so my guy likes to tell me). I'm 5'6, and back then I was quite athletic, with the hard body to match (I still keep myself in pretty good shape today -- but back then between running, soccer and volleyball I was in great shape). For the tit-men out there, I have 34B cup breasts with puffy brownish-pink nipples whose nubs seem to love poking out like hard little pencil erasers with the least amount of provocation. And for the rest of you, I keep my 'kitty' either very neatly trimmed, or shaved completely, and ever since my first oral encounter, I've kept my lips shaved bald. I'm told I have a nice ass -- though I've always though it was a bit too round, but what do I know. Oh, and I love sunbathing (nude, of course), I tan fairly easily (with SPF 10 applied liberally), and I keep my summer tan well into the fall too.
It was a Thursday and a week had past since my last exhibiting (and fucking a stranger) adventure and mid-October was already here.
I was on my way to the cafeteria to meet Cheryl for lunch when I saw a poster advertising the annual "Halloween Howler" pub crawl. This event is sponsored by the UBC and Simon Fraser student unions and consists of a huge fleet of rented buses crammed with alcohol fueled students touring dozens and dozens of local pubs & clubs...
Although a night of partying was not out of the question for us, the idea doing something a little different on Halloween seemed like a good idea to me -- I made up my mind to talk to Cheryl about it today a lunch. I found a quiet table off to the side, in the warmth of the late autumn sunshine pouring in through the window, and waited.
As I was considering our options, I glanced up and saw Gail headed my way. For those of you who don't remember Gail, she is also a student a UBC and lives just down the hall from Cheryl and I -- Oh... and she had also just become my second female lover the previous weekend.
Our encounter had started on the Thursday before last weekend in the girl's shower, and ended (at least so far) in a Sunday afternoon spent naked in bed exploring each other completely. Although she had been initially apprehensive, as I was her first lesbian lover, it didn't take her long at all to begin enjoying herself -- and by the end of the day as she clung to my body she proclaimed herself to be "a confirmed bi-sexual woman".
I caught her eye, and she grinned as she approached. She looked absolutely fantastic as she approached, in jeans and sweater, her well proportioned breasts filled out the sweater to make a form that had every guy in the place watching.
She immediately came to me and bent forward as I leaned back in my chair and tilted my head back in expectation of a hug. Instead, she treated and greeted me by planting a full kiss on my lips. As soon as our lips met, I parted mine and she did likewise as we allowed each other just the briefest taste of each other. Although I had not been expecting such warmth in her greeting, it excited me to know she was clearly completely open about expressing her sexuality and I felt that now familiar tingle in my pussy.
I remember thinking to myself that half the guys in the place probably thought 'Damn, they're gay' and the other half thought 'Damn, a potential threesome'. I liked that thought completely.
She disengaged her kiss, pulled out the chair next to me and sat at once. I held out my hand and she took it in hers as she sat. "Katie," she exhaled, "you have no idea how much I've been thinking about you. I've been dying to do that since Sunday!" She laughed, "Damn, I can't believe I just did that -- I have no idea who was watching us just now." She glanced around, nervously, but still smiling.
"And it's great to see you too!" I giggled. As I watched her sit, my desire for her only increased, and I found myself squirming slightly in my chair as I repeatedly clenched and relaxed my pussy.
Already she had that same sexy excited look from the week before in the shower, and then last Sunday in her room. Along with the look, I could hear the excitement in her voice as she said, "I'm so glad I found you! Are you busy? I'm free for a few hours..." And, well, I thought maybe we could, uh, go upstairs for a while?"
"Oh, yes, sweetie, I'm sure we can find some time together very soon. Right now, I'm waiting for my room-mate, Cheryl, she should be along in a few minutes -- she said she needed to meet me right away -- it sounded urgent." I could see the disappointment register on her face, "But maybe after lunch, we could find some time to ourselves?" In my mind, I was already mentally stripping Gail naked even as we sat there -- I shifted my legs towards her and let my calf rest against hers. My mind drifted quickly to an image of how soft and smooth those legs had felt wrapped together around mine the last time we were together.
She brightened instantly, "Mmmm, now that would be wonderful..."
"You haven't officially met Cher yet have you?" I asked. Still thinking about our last encounter, I remembered the taste of her sweet nectar and I felt myself getting wet.
"No, I've seen her, but we've not been introduced." Gail started to look concerned, "Is she, uh..., does she know about you and I?"
I laughed, "Oh Gail, Cher knows everything, we don't have any secrets from each other. After I left you on Sunday, Cher and I spent the evening talking about you before we fell asleep together. In fact, the only thing she was jealous about was that she didn't get to join in the fun." A mental image of the three of us together in bed flashed through my head.
Gail relaxed and smiled slyly, "So you two are lovers then, I'd wondered... In fact I was sure, but I didn't know how to ask. So she would have joined us huh... Hmmm, that might be a lot of fun some time."
"Yeah, it would be -- but very, very cramped in our twin dorm beds." I giggled. The picture continued (Legs entwined, lips kissing and sucking, our naked bodies pressed against each other, consumed by lust...)
As Gail and I talked we had completely turned our back on the people coming into the cafeteria, and I jumped slightly in surprise at the feel of a hand on my right shoulder. It was Cheryl, of course who had quietly approached us as we talked.
"I'm not interrupting anything am I?" I heard her ask quietly.
I was instantly on my feet, and hugging her, I pulled back and kissed her warmly on the lips, and then turned and introduced her to Gail. She looked simply fantastic as always, her South-East Asian olive skin was a perfect contrast to the white silk blouse she wore under her open black woolen coat. I knew she wore no bra, because I'd watched her dress this morning. Though it was mostly hidden by her coat, I could still make out the outline of her nipple through the thin silk where the coat was parted open. The urge to reach out and cup it was strong -- and I barely resisted.
Cheryl slipped her coat from her shoulders as I dropped back into my chair.
Gail's eyes roamed over her hungrily -- I watched as her gaze traveled from the pointed calf-high black lace-up boots she was wearing, up her long lean jean-clad legs, past her slim tummy and well shaped breasts (now with those hard pointed nubs I love so much clearly outlined in the material) until they finally came to rest in direct eye contact with Cheryl.
If Cheryl was surprised by being appraised so brazenly, she didn't show it -- indeed, she just smiled at Gail pleasantly and coolly, as if to say, 'You like what you see'.