My girlfriend and I were invited to a Halloween party in the neighborhood - promised to be plenty of couples, booze and maybe some weed, we were looking forward to the evening. Just one problem - we were having problems finding costumes that would be inappropriate enough. Finally decided to order a couples' costume from an online marketplace - went with 'football star' and 'cheer girl' - the promotional material seemed to be a product of google translate.
Our costume arrived a week before the party - we opened the package to see what exactly a 'cheer girl' was.
The costumes were labeled as one-size fits all - they seemed small but were stretchy. The football star included jersey - number 61, what star wears a 61? And shorts that looked more like soccer than football. The included shoulder pads look like they came straight from a milk carton. The cheer girl was a standard cheerleader - short skirt and crop top and some cheap pom-poms. The curious part was the instructions. cheer girl came with a one sheet warning, stating 'For girls only. No boys'. The football star had a similar warning 'For boys only, not for girls'. When we saw the warning, we knew I was going to be cheer girl and my girlfriend would be the football star.
We both had to work during the day, I arrived home first and decided if I was going to be cheer girl, I needed to look the part. I shaved my face, of course, but also my chest legs and arms. I was just finishing when my girl arrived home and joined me in the shower. She approved of the smooth me and used her charms to harden me - but refused to finish much to my disappointment.
I grabbed some boxers and gym shorts to wear under the skirt - but my girlfriend stopped me and correctly informed me they were not very ladylike. She proceeded to remove my boxers and shorts and handed me a pair of her panties and a pair of shorts she typically uses for yoga. She was very insistent that hers was the proper attire, so I sheepishly complied. I pulled on the panties and shorts - my hardon was an obvious issue with this particular outfit. I explained that a hardon was somewhat less ladylike than a pair of boxers - she agreed and worked her way down my chest until she was kneeling in front of me, rubbing me through her shorts and panties. She pulled the garments down and proceeded to give me head that I so desperately wanted. When I was about to cum, she surprised me, she finished me with her mouth instead of her normal hand job. She swallowed most of my load, pulled up my (her) panties and shorts, stood up and started kissing me, sharing the remnants of my load with me.
She went to her dresser to grab a pair of panties for her when I stopped her and said a real baller would never wear panties, handing her a jockstrap. She agreed that fair is fair and put on my jockstrap under the shorts that came with the costume. I proceeded to grab a sock and stuff it into her (my) jock- a football star needs an appropriate package. She then finished dressing with a tight sports bra to confine her small firm tits and of course the number 61 jersey. The cheap shoulder pads let her fill out the jersey nicely.
I also finished dressing - she loaned me another sports bra, this time with some padding that she uses when we go out - guess we will both be guilty of some false advertising. Surprisingly the cheer top stretched to accommodate my male physique.
We gave each other a mutual glance of approval when we happened to notice the warning that came with the costumes. The warning somehow seemed more emphatic this time. 'Cheer girl' stated in large letters 'Outfit only appropriate for girls. NOT FOR MALES'. The football star had a similar aggressive warning. I must admit the fact the warning changed gave me some pause, but we were both hungry, so we went out to grab some food before the party.
Given it was Halloween and there were plenty of costumes, having a guy dressed as a cheerleader with his girlfriend football star didn't get any unusual looks.
When we arrived at our friends the party was already underway. The keg was tapped, and we were gathering our weed to power the bong. I downed a couple beers, my girl was a little behind me, when we started passing the weed. The combination of weed and beer made me lightheaded, more than normal. When I went to take a piss, I thought it best to sit instead of risking falling, I attributed my shrunken cock to the combination of tight panties and weed.
I ran into my girl in the kitchen, she approached me, and I put my arms around her neck she proceeded to grab my ass - our friends applauded when she pulled me close and proceeded to put her tongue in my mouth. It was a welcome change to see her make an aggressive move. When she was pulling me into her, I could feel her package (my socks) through hour costumes. I was horny but didn't seem to be getting hard. I reached down and grabbed her crotch, somehow the sock package seemed both firmer and warmer than I would have expected.
She responded by feeling my 'tits' through the costume. With her taking the initiative I continued to massage her package while she proceeded to explore my mouth with her tongue - and my tits with her hands.
When someone told us to get a room, we took that as a suggestion and went to an unoccupied bedroom. She backed me into the bed, her tongue in my mouth the whole time. I failed to realize that at this point she was actually taller than me - I was simply too lost in lust. She laid me back on the bed - everything seemed so natural, even when I spread my legs so she could grind her hips into mine. I wrapped my arms around her chest, at least most of the way, my arms didn't seem to reach all the way around like I vaguely remembered. She reached under my top and bra and massaged my breasts, I responded by tilting my head back and offering her my neck as well.
