The Time I [20 m] Met the Ghost of Blowjobs Future [? F] [MF]

This might be a late submission to the monthly contest, but I just checked this sub for the first time in a while, and thought this story was funny enough to submit.

My Junior year of college my housemates threw a Halloween Black Out party. The theme was “Glow in the Dark.” Most of the guests either forgot to follow it, or had some kind of accessory to their costume that glowed. I forgot to follow it. So they bullied -um… I mean pressured. No… wait, I mean, encouraged- me into wearing this stupid glow in the dark skeleton mask. Most of the night I kept it off of my actual face, basically wearing it as a weird hat.

At midnight they shut off all of the lights at the party, playing music as we danced in our glow in the dark pride. I could feel a girl dancing on me very intensely. I could also feel that the dancing partner in question was at least as drunk as I was. She wore all black, the only thing visible during the Black Out was her nail polish, which glowed a spectral yellow-green, and her similarly Day Glo lipstick. After we danced for a bit I felt her turn to me. She said in my ear, in a not-unfamiliar voice, “can we find somewhere more private.” She used my name, so clearly she knew who Mr. Skeleton Mask was, even if she had me at a disadvantage.

I took her spectral hand in mind and lead her to my room. Almost immediately I saw her fingers, go for my belt.

I felt her awkwardly get to her knees, drunk and far from stable in the dark. I helped her, holding her fairly muscular arms as she did so.

“Who are you?” I asked. The not-unfamiliar voice responded “The Ghost of Blowjobs future.”

I stroked her hair as those nimble fingers freed my cock. It was weird watching them grip around me, stroking me in the pitch black. I watched her phantom lips lower onto me. She eagerly began to bob up and down, and I ran my hand through her hair as she did so. Silky, long. Those could be clues later. She worked faster. Between the strangeness of all of this, my recently-single loneliness, and the alcohol in my system I did not last long. At all. She was also insanely enthusiastic, moving with drunken speed, gagging and slurping with clear relish.

Ghost blow job girl swallowed. She then giggled, got off her knees and left the room. She did not leave a glass slipper. She did leave some glow in the dark lipstick smudges on my cock.

The lights came on shortly after she left my room, but I could not for the life of me figure out which of the girls at the party it could have been. The next afternoon, severely hungover, I spent the day on social media, stalking the pictures girls I knew were there. Trying to figure out whose hair matched what I felt. Who seemed like they’d have muscular arms. Who might have been wearing glow in the dark nails and make up. I didn’t find a definitive answer.

A few weeks later on campus, I bumped into one of my house mate’s younger cousins. She was a first year student. She and I had met a few times at the house and at campus events. I always found her cute. Like my house mate she was half Korean. She was fairly slender. And on the rowing team. You get where I am going with this… muscular arms. Her hair had been up in a bun or ponytail every time I had seen her, but I could make the assumption it was quite silky.

She and I made small talk for a while. Honestly I had never even considered her as a “suspect,” because I didn’t remember talking to her at the party, and because she wore glasses, unlike the Ghost had. She was the one who finally mentioned Halloween.

“Oh, you were there?” I said,

“figured you’d remember.” She said, in a tone halfway between amused and insulted. “I think [HOUSEMATE’s NAME] was mad I got so wasted at her party.”

“Yeah, I was pretty drunk too.”

“Oh, I remember. Good thing [Housemate] never found out about your… spectral visit.”

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So she had been wearing contacts at the party, I guess.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/g60bps/the_time_i_20_m_met_the_ghost_of_blowjobs_future