I wish I could have met my mother before she died. I thank her every night in my prayers for the remarkable genes she gave me. I'm proud to say I'm perfect. Five foot five, blond hair, and eyes that change from sky blue, to midnight blue, depending on my mood. The only fat on my body is contained in my thirty six inch D cup breasts. I can (and do) eat anything and everything. I never gain an ounce, and have never had a single pimple. The only flaw is a small mole on the back of my right hand. My father raised me by himself, making sure I had everything I could ever want.
We never had a single disagreement, and when I turned eighteen last year, he insisted that I continue to live there as long as I wanted. I took him up on his offer, and enrolled in the local college. Neither of us dated, as we preferred each others company, even though we both had plenty of friends, and even our own social lives despite the fact that we lived in such a small town.
Every holiday, every year, we did the same things as we were creatures of habit. This would be the first year things changed. Most of the kids in our little neighborhood had grown up, so there wouldn't be much in the way of 'trick or treaters' this Halloween. Dad decided to hang with his buddies, and I was going to watch scary movies with my girlfriend, Sara.
Sara was bummed when I arrived, because the cheesy video store ran out of anything remotely scary. We sat around for almost an hour, when Sara had an idea.
"Hey! I know! Let's put on costumes and go to that silly Halloween party at the Elk's lodge!" She was all excited, and ran to her room before I could respond. I've never been one for dressing up, and I let her know that.
"Oh come on, you big party pooper!" she said as she rummaged through her closet.
"Besides, I don't have a costume." I said dryly.
"Aha!" she exclaimed, pulling a box out from under a pile of clothes. Flipping the lid off, she pulled out bunch of latex masks. "Since I wasn't as pretty as you, I had to cover up my face every Halloween!" she teased. All of the masks were scary, or gory, and we came up with the perfect costumes. After pinning our hair up, we both pulled the latex forms over our heads. We emptied her closet and dresser to find just what we needed to finish our look. Twenty minutes later, we looked at each other, giggled and high fived.
The lodge was fairly subdued with middle aged and older folks, all wearing some corny outfit. They were just standing around, getting plastered, and making small talk. That is, until we walked in. All eyes were upon us as they tried to absorb what they were seeing. Freddy Kruger, and a guy with a hatchet stuck in his head...both wearing mini skirts and spike heeled shoes.
Some stared because we were scary, some stared because we were sexy, I guess it depended on where their eyes fell. The silence was broken when Wolfman started howling at us. Another masked man handed us drinks, and soon the place was back to normal. The punch was well fortified, and we were tipsy within the hour.
Everyone was flirting with everyone else, and we ended up hanging out near the only two guys who didn't hit on us. They were dressed as clowns, but instead of lots of make up, they wore latex masks, like us. Sara and I teased them by crossing and uncrossing our legs very slowly. Even though they wore masks, we could see their eyes following our every move. Sara excused herself, and headed for the ladies room. She was back in a flash, literally, giving me that Cheshire like grin.
"What?" I whispered. She looked down, and I followed her gaze. She opened her hand enough to show me the skimpy panties she had removed, then stuffed them into her purse. Looking directly at the two men, she again crossed and uncrossed her legs, giving them quite a treat.
"Your turn!" she whispered into my ear. I was nervous, but wasn't about to be outdone, so I shuffled off to the ladies room. I returned a moment later and sat down next to Sara.
"Well?" she asked impatiently. I just opened my purse and showed her my panties. Then I pushed them aside to reveal my bra. Her jaw dropped when I slowly removed my sweater and sat there in a sheer blouse, with my breasts in plain view. As I began crossing my legs, I giggled at the men. They looked like bobble head dolls, the way their heads bounced up and down, trying to see as much as possible.
