As parties went, it was a fairly typical one. A full house, loud music and lots of alcohol. Jessica took a sip of her drink and cast her eye around. Though the short blue dress and long white socks she wore had gotten her plenty of admiring glances so far, she still hadn’t seen the person she had dressed for.
The message had been simple when she had asked about her costume, ‘Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?’ She had the blue dress shortened, the inbuilt petticoat puffing it out so it was in danger of flashing her underwear if she bent down at the wrong time. Saved from looking too slutty by socks which covered her thighs almost to the curve of her ass, the red cape gave the whole thing a showy air that she knew would be appreciated.
Jessica had been there for over an hour when he arrived. She had enjoyed it, chatting and laughing, but with one eye always on the door. When Chris finally appeared, her stomach lurched with excitement. Dressed in jeans and a red checked shirt, he had tufts of grey fur coming from his cuffs and collar. ‘Big bad wolf indeed,’ she thought to herself with a wry smile.