I’ve always loved Halloween. You mean there is a day each year that I can dress up as slutty as I want and no one can say shit? And it’s embraced? I’m always on board.
This one occurred when I was a little younger and dressed in a slutty race car driver outfit. [This in fact](https://www.erome.com/a/zQ1n9cAJ) to give you an idea (I keep all my costumes). My best friend Brittney invited me to someone’s house for a party. She came with a guy she was hooking up with, I was flying solo.
Brittney was wearing a skimpy army outfit that we threw together last minute but she looked cute either way.
We get to this fairly large house that someone had spent a long time decorating because it was on point. Big backyard with bonfire going, music blasting and a lot of people already there. I didn’t know a single person and that tends to make me shy so alcohol was needed.
Brittney guided me through the house to the kitchen since she knew the guy that was hosting, Jeremy, and had been there before. So many people in a variety of dress and undress and I felt that I hadn’t gone as slutty as I could have. After talking with Jeremy and grabbing a drink, we headed outside to smoke.