My [F]irst story … A[ff+f]ter the Halloween Party

*I’ve been, shall I say, enjoying the literature here for quite a while. I figured I was long overdue to start doing my part. Any feedback will be gladly appreciated.*

I don’t even know where to begin. The night itself is still something of a jumble thanks to the cider and punch I had helped myself to more than my fair share of. But at least I was in better shape than Emma. She certainly wasn’t my date to the party. After all, it was at her sister Laura’s house, and Laura and I knew each other a lot better than Emma and I did, but somehow keeping an eye on Emma became my responsibility. In any case, Emma, Laura and I are the major players in what unfolded, so I should probably start there.

I had just turned 23 when Halloween came around that year. (I’m 26 now, so some of the details may be a little fuzzy, but I’m doing my best.) I had just finished college the spring before and was in that delightful phase before real life settles in. And Laura’s halloween party was what I had sorta been holding out for as one last hurrah before buckling down to get a real job or do something with my life. But I wanted to make the most of the hurrah. Except that the dressing up part of Halloween has never really been my thing. So I went dressed up as “sober Maya.” Not “sexy sober Maya.” Just me, except pretending to be sober in as much as I started the night fully dressed. Emphasis on started.

I’m 5’2. Tiny I know. On the slim side, without a whole lot in the way of curves. Athletic I guess? Even though I’m not really sporty. I swim and I jog to stay in shape, but I guess its mostly just good vegetarian eating habits. 32B chest, because I could tell you were going to ask. Blue eyes, Dirty blonde hair that I’ve been keeping short lately, but I think back then was down just past my shoulders.

Laura, our hostess, was dressed as a cat, as she always had for halloween for as long as I can remember. She and I are the same age and had been friends since middle school. It makes a pun with her last name. Her real last name. Which obviously I have to withhold but the point remains. It was your typical all-black skin-tight fake ears and tail sexy cat outfit. Now Laura, just like Emma, is quite a bit taller than I am. At that point, her tan had started to fade, but her skin was still quite a bit darker than mine, at least in the places that were showing. Laura has green eyes, very light blonde hair (dyed, of course) and a much more shapely body than I do. I’m not exactly jealous, but I do catch myself staring from time to time, including … well … hold that thought.

Emma, about two years younger than I am, is brunette with green eyes, about 5’10, and even bustier than her sister. She was dressed as a muse. If I knew anything about mythology, I might be able to tell you which one, but for all I know it was just a generic muse-slash-excuse to wear barely anything. Is there a muse of sex? There must be. That’s the look she was going for.

Anyways. The night unfolded as Laura’s parties typically had. The music got louder and louder. More and more friends and strangers showed up. I had a few drinks. And a few more. I was on the delightful side of tipsy, but I could still think straight, even if I struggled to walk straight. The same could not be said for Emma. She was stumbling, fumbling and all but falling out of her costume. I ended up somehow convincing her to go upstairs, after about 45 minutes of trying to reason with her while trying not to get caught staring at the outline of her nipple showing through a wet spot from a spill on her dress. I think she caught me but who cares.

Now Emma didn’t live there at the time. It had been their house when they were kids, but now Laura lived there alone. (Complicated family history, don’t worry about it.) Laura had taken over the master bedroom, and Emma usually slept in the same bedroom she had been in since she was a kid. Except I was staying over and I had already claimed Emma’s room, since Emma had been planning on driving home that night. Well she clearly couldn’t drive, so I brought her upstairs and set her up across the hall in Laura’s bed. We’d figure it out later.

Or at least that was the plan. The problem was that, by the time that the party wound down and that Laura and I went up to bed, two things had happened. First, unbeknownst to us, Emma had not actually passed out, which in a sense was good, because it showed she was doing better than it looked. Second, Laura and I were kinda sorta almost making out after everyone else left. Sober Maya was gone. Sexy tipsy Maya was here to stay the night. And Laura was more than willing to host. It wasn’t our first time together, that story can be saved for another time. But in any case, she whispered me a codeword we had been using for years, and I knew where things were going.

Well by the time we made our way upstairs to Laura’s room, she was all but naked. Her costume was on the floor downstairs somewhere. Her bra also got lost along the way. I was holding her breasts in my hands from behind her as she opened the door to her room. I had a moment of minor panic as I remembered that I had left Emma up there in that bed an hour or two earlier, but she was nowhere to be found. And somehow I forgot all about her. Probably because that was when Laura started to slip my top off. And my skirt. And my bra. And before I realized it, I was on Laura’s bed with her straddling my waist, with only my boyshorts and Laura’s thong keeping our skin from touching.

I stared up at her in the faint light from the hallway. She was silhouetted like an angel with her hair flying in rhythm as she started grinding against me. I grabbed her hips and could feel her pelvis with my thumbs as I guided her back and forth. She leaned down, her hair dangling in my eyes, her D-cup breasts pressing against mine and we kissed for what seemed like forever. I was lost. Lost in her. My body just totally taken by lust.

Laura pulled back for just a second so she could roll off from on top of me. I read her mind and at once slid my hand under her thong. I giggled as I felt her hairy bush between my fingers. It was trimmed – a perfect tease – just enough to know I was getting close. I felt a moment’s embarrassment knowing that I hadn’t kept up with trimming my own, since I had no intentions of ending up that night in bed with Laura (not Sexy Maya, remember?) but fuck it I didn’t care. I slipped my own panties off as she took off her own. And as I jumped on top of her, bare naked now, I could almost smell the pure lust in the air.

God Laura knew just how to fuck me. She could sense every gasp and breath and knew just where to touch me to draw out even more. She knew how to play with my nipple studs – she had been the one who pierced my nipples in the first place – and she knew just how to lick me. And I had done a pretty good job at reading her silent signals too. But I knew Laura used to keep a vibrator in the bedside drawer in her old room. And I knew that that was what she wanted right that second. “Where is it?” I asked.

“Oh fuck. It’s in Emma’s –” Laura started as she sat up to point across the hall. But only then did we notice that we had left the door wide open. And that was when we realized where Emma had gone. She was in her bed, naked, spread and making use of the vibrator we were looking for. Emma must have sensed that we stopped and were both staring at her because she also froze. She locked eyes with me, then with her sister, then with me again. And then she let out the most primal howl I’ve ever heard from another woman. And she went right back to work with the vibrator, clearly on the verge of orgasm. I was so turned on by that moment that I somehow did some acrobatic flip around, lining up my slit with Laura’s tongue and my own mouth with her dripping pink wetness. And I sucked on Laura’s clit while I watched her sister staring at us just feet away.

I’ve never came so hard in my life as I did when I had the closest thing I ever had to a threesome.

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