"Fuck everything," Sylvia chastised herself, as she sighed heavily as she hung up the phone.
Moments ago, it had been all I love you's and I miss you's as she chatted with her boyfriend Andy, but now that he was gone, she let the frustration wash over her. They had been planning their matching costumes since August, and now just because her mom had tested positive for covid, she was quarantined until Monday and she was going to miss Halloween. Sure, he'd promised they could both get dressed up next week and take cute pictures -- him as the Joker and Her as Batwoman, but it just wasn't the same. They'd planned to go to a couple different parties together before finally going back to Andy's place for their own private party, complete with all the toys on her little utility belt... and now it was all ruined.
But she'd encouraged Andy to go out with his friends and have a good time anyway, and so even though he'd protested and offered to skip the festivities and spend the night chatting with her, that's exactly what he did. They pregamed at a nearby bar, and then hit a party and a haunted house before finally ending up at one of the frat blowouts a little before 10pm. It was there when he was heading toward the keg that he saw her, Batwoman, standing near the middle of the room talking to some of her friends. For a moment he allowed himself to think that Sylvia had pulled through and walked up to her kissing her neck from behind as he pulled her into an embrace. For a moment everyone in the knot of conversation froze, looking at them, and then they all busted up laughing as Batwoman turned around, revealing that it was not in fact Sylvia, but her roommate, Mary.
"Nice to see you too Andy," Mary said mirthfully, a wicked smile on her face, "I'm not sure that Joker's usual greeting for his nemesis though, is it?"
Another gale of laughter swept through those that had watched the whole scene unfold.
"Sorry Mary," Andy said, chagrined, "I might have confused you for someone else." It was an easy mistake for someone to make, they were both about the same height and build. The only real differences were that Sylvia was a mousy brunette with B cup breasts, a kind disposition, and a warm smile, and Mary was a dirty blond with a D cup and a bit of a chip on her shoulder. From behind wearing the red wig though, there was really no way to tell them apart. There was not denying that she filled out the female crime fighting costume better. When Sylvia wore it there was only the hint of cleavage, but now that Mary had it on, she was practically spilling out of the top.
"It's cool, Sylvia said I could borrow the costume if I didn't want to go out as a sexy nurse or whatever again this year," Mary lied smoothly, "But if I did it had to be a surprise."
She smiled awkwardly for a moment and through her hands up in the air, exclaiming, "so... Surprise!"
Andy laughed, trying to keep eye contact as her little bouncing motion made her tits jiggle obscenely without complete success. Truthfully, the costume wasn't made to handle tits like hers and too much movement really could make them bounce free. But this time they held, and so conversation continued, the awkwardness passed after Mary got him another shot or two. In the beginning of the night he was bemoaning Sylvia not being there, and the rotten timing of the quarantine, but after a few drinks and a few off-color jokes Mary turned it around.
'She really was the life of any party she went to,' Andy thought as she watched her joke and laugh with their friends. And not just because of how easy she could be after a little tequila, but just because she was a fun person to be around. And he'd had the chance to date her once he reflected as the night wore on, but even with the horniness building from not seeing his girlfriend in over a week and the loosening inhibitions of what was probably five drinks too many -- he still didn't regret her decision. Sylvia was pretty much his dream girl. She might not have Mary's tits, and she could be a little shy, but there was no denying that she was sweet and kind. Sometimes when they were together, he thought about their future and...
"You okay over there?" Mary asked, interrupting his reverie.
Andy looked up to find several people staring. "What?" he asked, dumbly.
Mary laughed, "Forget it -- you just seemed completely out of it -- I kinda thought you'd passed out with your eyes open."
"Yeah man, you were gone -- we were ragging on you and you didn't hear shit." Someone else chimed in, unhelpfully.
"Oh, Cool." Andy said, rising unsteadily to his feet. "I think I might have too much fun anyway -- might call it an early night guys."
A small chorus of boo's spilled out from his friends. Even as hard as they'd been hitting it, it was still way too early to consider calling it -- especially on Halloween. But no matter what he did his mind just kept drifting back to Sylvia. His heart just wasn't in it.
Finally, Mary chimed in, "No -- that's fine. You don't look so good anyway. I'll walk you back to your room." There were more protests at this, until she finished "And then I'll come back, and we can do shots." That put a smile on some faces and quelled the complaints. Truthfully, his friends were probably more upset to see her going than him, but she'd be back soon enough.
They walked out of the party together, Mary huddled against Andy because of the biting October cold as they left the building and headed for the dorms. It was only after they'd been walking for quite a ways that he realized they were going the wrong direction to go back to his room.
"Mary, I think maybe you got turned around." Andy volunteered.
"You live all the way across campus," Mary whined, shivering, "You can sleep in Sylvia's bed tonight. Her only problem with that will be that she can't be here to join you."
The logic seemed sound to Andy and he didn't put up a fight as they got to her hall and went up a flight of stairs to the room she shared with his Girlfriend. Inside it was a standard dorm room, with 2 beds and a small kitchenette crammed into one room. There was no privacy, and it only occurred to that he would have to change out of at least part of his costume if he wanted to sleep comfortably. Of course, this thought only occurred to him when he saw Mary start to unzip her costume.
"Wait -- I thought you were going back," Andy said, unsure of how to address the fact that she was getting naked in front of him.
"Nah," Mary responded without stopping what she was doing, taking her cowl off. "It's too cold, and there's no one at that party I want to fuck anyway."
