All characters appearing or mentioned in this story are 18 years old or older. This story is a work of fiction and any reference or description to actual persons is unintentional.
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Halloween was never really my favorite holiday. No holiday was, really. However once I got to Portland I decided to revisit some of my views on the subject. Particularly after my first Halloween as a Portland resident in October of 1999.
My neighbor, Amanda, had told me that she was having a party for a few friends and she invited me to attend. She also indicated that she wanted to introduce me to one of her friends from her new job and though this would be a good way to do it.
"Why the introduction," I asked her when we finished our impromptu sex session. She had come over innocently enough, but of course it turned into me eating her out for a half hour and then her riding me cowgirl until I came on her back and ass. It had been a few weeks since we'd been able to get together so we were both looking forward to some fun with each other.
Amanda was cleaning her back and ass off with a wet rag in the bathroom as she answered.
"Because she sounds fun," she explained in her exotic southern drawl. "And she sounds like she needs ta be pleased by a man who knows what he's on about. And a'course I thought of you."
I helped her wash off the fairly large rope of cum I laid up her back, thinking on her request.
"What exactly are you intending me to do with... what was her name?"
"Mallory," she replied, going back to the bedroom in search of the panties I threw aside in our passion. "And don't worry; she's pretty, shows lots o' leg in her dresses, and has told me a few stories about her weekends that assure me that she'd be a'right with what I'm thinking you'll do with and or to her."
Finding her clothes, Amanda quickly redressed. Once done she pecked me on the lips, gave my cock a squeeze, and headed for the door.
"Party starts at seven this Saturday. And wear something that's easy to get off," she said, walking down the stairs. I heard the door open and close.
Standing in my bathroom, still naked, holding a dirty rag, made me wonder if I'd just been the victim of another drive by fucking?
Realizing there are worse things to be, I started thinking about a costume that would fit the party and the parameters Amanda had told me.
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Saturday evening came and I found myself outside Amandas door at 8pm. I could hear the thumping of bass-heavy dance music from across the street, and the street self was much more packed with cars. It sounded like a lively gathering.
I knocked on the door but didn't get an answer. Realizing it was a house party, not afternoon tea, I opened it and walked in. From the blast of music and smoke that hit me, it was no wonder no one heard me knock.
There were at least a hundred people from what I could tell. The living room, kitchen, hallways and even the stairs had couples and groups dancing, talking (i.e. yelling into each others ears), or lining up for the numerous alcohol stations that were setup.
I found Amanda, eventually, hanging out in the kitchen talking with a few other women. She was dressed up for the occasion for certain. Since it was halloween, and monsters were about, who better to investigate than Velma from Scooby Doo.
"Hey, ya made it," she yelled as she saw me. Her outfit was certainly Velma, however the sweater was very tight, showing her ample H-cup bosom and very erect nipples. The skirt was short enough to show she was wearing similarly orange colored bloomers. The knee high socks and patent leather shoes did nothing to add to the modesty o the outfit, which I was grateful for. The glasses that covered her hazel eyes were about the only thing true to character, which also made her look hot as hell.
She grabbed me in a bear hug, which I returned.
"Oh," she said as she noticed something. "I see that you're not wearing very much under that toga."
I stepped back so she could see. "Actually, roman senate robe," I corrected, showing off the trim detail. "Historically accurate and, as you noticed, easily accessible."
She smirked at me. "Well, if tonight doesn't work out with you and Mallory, we'll need ta see just how accessible ya are.
"Speaking of," she said, turning towards one of the women she was talking to. She on the short side, with alabaster skin and very blonde hair, and was dressed as Tinker Bell. Although she obviously got her costume from the same costume shop that Amanda went to. The sides of her costume were criss cross tied so that the outfit looks like two leaves sewn at the edges to make a sort of tube dress. It did a wonderful job of showing off her shoulders and neck, her voluptuous figure and surprisingly long and toned legs.
The other woman was of asian descent, and dressed as Jessica Rabbit. It was from the little known bonus cartoon where she was a forest ranger. Her tight green button up top, dark green booty shorts, and flaming red wig topped by a ranger hat presented an impressive site. This made me notice her right off, since I was a huge fan of cartoons.
"Mallory," Amanda yelled to the first women, "this is Paul. Paul, Mallory."
Mallory came up and shook my hand gently. It looked like we both thought that this was a little awkward, Amanda being not only really loud but also fairly tipsy.
"I think you two will really like fucking each other," she said before turning towards the other woman and strolling into the living room.
"Well," I said as quietly as I, "that was the most interesting introduction I have seen."
"Right?" she chirped. "I mean, it was honest and probably accurate, but still; Hello? Discretion?"
The way she took on a stereotypical valley-girl accent was interesting, especially because I came from the valley. Still, I led Mallory to a somewhat quieter area in the back of the house so we could talk in normal tones.
Turned out that she was 21, worked as a paid intern with Amanda while in school, and was in fact originally from L.A., which not only explained her speech but also gave us a lot of things to talk about.
After about a half hour, she was done talking it seemed.
"So, like, has Amanda filled you in on my situation?"
"Other than... well, no not really. But I'd have asked you about it anyways. First hand info being the best info and all that."
She smiled with one side of her ruby red painted lips. "Well, like, the simple version is that I've been lonely. My boyfriend dumped me a year ago and I haven't been with anyone since."
I pointedly looked her up and down, taking careful stock of her toned legs, curvaceous form, generous breasts and beautiful face.
"What was wrong with him?" I asked.
This got a laugh out of her. "OK, that was good," she said.
