I'm not an adventurous person. Not by nature, anyway. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get me to explore outside my comfort zone. I suppose that's what made Halloween so special. I could dress up and disguise my identity. Even act completely unlike myself and not worry.
At the office where I work, there was a lot of discussion revolving around various parties. The buzz was all about who was going where and for some, with whom they were going. I hadn't made any plans myself. Until Liz, my boss's assistant, mentioned she was going to a masquerade ball.
You see, I guess I'm one of those girls they say is in the closet. I don't consider myself lesbian. I don't find most women attractive. Not sexually, anyway. But Liz, she was one of those rare few that sparked something inside me.
I decided I'd go to that ball and if my courage held and the timing right, maybe I'd make a play. I'd never been with a woman and had always been too chicken shit to even try. Liz was worth it and besides, I'd be in disguise. To say I carried a torch for her was too much, but maybe a candle.
Halloween came quickly and I could hardly wait. I'd told everyone I had no plans and used my abstention to win Liz's confidence. She confided she was going as Snow White, so I would go as the old hag from the same fairytale. It was perfect, because I'd be completely unrecognizable.
As I arrived, I noticed her shiny black VW Jetta parked out front of the hotel that was hosting the event. Fear crept up my spine, but the sensation made the moment all the more delicious. Well, that and the flask of scotch I had with me.
I downed another swig, checked my makeup in the rearview mirror and headed in. The ball was held in one of the huge conference rooms and it was filled with monsters and characters of all sorts.
I didn't care for any of them. Through the sea of Draculas , Frankensteins, sexy witches and nurses, I sought only Snow White.
My costume was a thick woolen cape and robe and it itched and had me sweating within minutes. I was beginning to regret my choice when I saw her.
Across the dance floor, at one of the mini-bars, Liz was talking animatedly with a cowboy. I traced the length of her long slender legs. The golden mini skirt she wore as part of her costume revealed more of her perfectly sculpted legs than I'd ever seen before. My inner lesbian reacted and the heat ripped through me. She was so hot. My mouth watered uncontrollably. The scotch was helping perhaps a tad more than I needed, but my courage was holding.
The blue satin top she wore was barely more than a tight camisole, but at least it resembled the Disney's classic version of the character, complete with puffy, short sleeves. Although, she was definitely the rated R version.
The swell of her breasts billowed up and looked like they might spill over the drawstrings and I lost myself in that visual for a minute. Her full lips kept stretching into a smile and I could see she was flirting. The cowboy was eating it up. I couldn't blame him. I'd have been a puddle at her feet by then.
It was now or never. Maybe I'd strike out, but she wouldn't recognize me, so I had nothing to lose. I moved up, hunched my back in character and flashed her a smile.
"An apple for my pretty?" I said, trying to imitate the old hag's voice from the movie. I lifted the shiny red apple I had picked up on the way, out to her.
She laughed, brushing aside her long brown hair and her luminous green eyes met mine. She was so fucking beautiful. I envied her as much as I desired her.
"Is it poisoned?" she asked, playing off my queue. Her grin widened as she stared at the fake wart I'd affixed to my nose.
"It'll make you do naughty things my dear, but there's a price," I said, making things up as I went along. To get her alone was my only thought and was the part of my plan I hadn't thought through.
"Oh really? Sounds like my kind of apple," she said and I could tell she'd had a few drinks. Was it deplorable of me to feel excited by that fact? And worse, that I wondered if she were drunk enough to succumb to my fantasy.
Liz was the hottie at work. All the guys loved her, but she didn't date anyone. As far as I knew, she wasn't into women. But I was hoping she might be willing to experiment. If not, I'd pretend I was just playing around. No harm, no foul.
I winked at her as she reached for the offered apple, but I yanked it back and she laughed. Her hands went to her slender hips and she gave me a playful 'what the fuck' look.
"There's a price, my pretty," I said and beckoned her with a finger. This was it. Either she'd follow me to the balcony, or she wouldn't. I was safe either way, but I was hoping she would take the bait.
"Well then, you'd better make it worth my time," she laughed and said some quick goodbye to the cowboy and followed me.
I was surprised. I didn't think she'd follow. Maybe she was just playing along so as not to hurt my feelings. After all, I was hideous in my makeup. I wasn't ugly underneath it, but I wasn't a hottie like Liz. People say I'm cute, but I don't get a lot of attention either, so?
Either way, I'd gotten further than I could've ever hoped for. My courage was being tested now. I'd imagined I would get a couple flirts in, she'd let me down politely, saying something like she wasn't into girls. I'd still be in disguise and would escape. She'd never know it was me.
I wasn't prepared for her to follow me out onto the balcony overlooking the river. But she was. I smiled and led the way.
I opened the sliding glass door and she went through. My eyes caught a glimpse of those luscious legs and that perfect ass. It was cold outside and I'd needed that relief. The thick wool blend of my costume was killing me.
