Authour's Note:
This story is the first in a series of stand-alone short stories about the titular character, Nellie. Each story that follows can be read on its own or together, in any particular order, though they will be posted in chronological order. The stories may fall under different categories, but all will tell tales of Nellie's various adventures.
This first adventure would be considered Erotic Couplings. In it, Nellie attends a pyjama party where she's misunderstood what constitutes "pyjamas."
Special thank you to OneAuthor and norafares for editing.
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"Apparently, I severely misunderstood the meaning of the term 'pyjama party.'"
Kara's face contemplated me in amused consideration. "I mean, you can go home and change if you want."
Eyes were on me from every direction, and I shook my head. "I've made my entrance. Everyone's going to notice if I leave and change."
She was fighting so hard not to laugh. Shrugging helplessly, I tore open the case of beer I'd brought with me and popped a can open.
"Hi everyone, my name's Nellie. I know you're very jealous of my super sexy outfit, but you'll just have to handle those emotions yourselves. Try not to be too sad." I took a deep swig of beer as chuckles filled the room.
In my defence, I think any sane person invited to a pyjama party would interpret it the way I had. You know, cozy flannel pants, maybe a robe, no makeup... pyjamas are synonymous with comfort. And sure, half the attendees of the party were in baggy plaid pyjama pants, maybe with T-shirts or white undershirts. It just happened to be the male half.
Kara's "pyjamas" were more along the lines of lingerie, and that style extended to the rest of the girls I could see. There wasn't an overabundance of lace or mesh bras—bits and boobs were all covered, from what I could tell. But there was definitely at least one person wearing a corset, a gaggle of sorority girls in satin dressing gowns that barely grazed the middle of their thighs, and a couple of people wearing what looked like men's button-up sleep shirts with nothing underneath. There were also a lot of short shorts and skimpy tops, and the next-closest thing to my outfit was an oversized T-shirt with long, tanned legs poking out of it.
I had dressed as a unicorn. The onesie I was wearing was soft fleece and baggy, cuffed at the wrists and ankles. On the hood was a glittery stuffed horn and horse ears, and a bushy pink faux-fur mane trailed down the back. It matched the pink tail that covered my ass. I figured if I couldn't wear a fleece rainbow unicorn onesie to a college pajama party, why did they even bother making it in women's sizes?
"Nellie, you have the craziest sense of humour!"
I recognised Jodie from my stats class wearing what passed for a modest outfit at this party. I joined the group she was standing with.
"I had to wear something. I usually sleep in my birthday suit but I didn't think that was appropriate to wear in public."
"Aw, too bad." Connor, who I had taken a few classes with in previous semesters, leered at me. "That would have been a way better outfit."
"You're a pig." I took another swig of beer.
"I'm just teasing! It's not my fault you're so—"
"I'd end that sentence there, if I were you." I looked at him pointedly. "The best part of being a unicorn is that I can stab you with my head."
"That does put a damper on asking for a blowjob," Kara interjected.
"Only need to worry if your dick's shorter than my horn, really."
Connor flushed as the girls around us giggled, but raised his beer at me.
Kara's parties were legendary, but I'd never been to one before. We had only really become friends in the past few months, after we were assigned to be lab partners. Both of us assumed the other person would slack off, so we weren't overly pleased with the assignment. It only took a couple of weeks for us to realise that we both hated group projects because we each usually ended up doing all the work. Once we figured out the other was trustworthy, we became fast friends.
The house was crowded, and I didn't know many people there. Luckily, my onesie was a great talking point. After chatting with most of the people in the living room about it—"It's so cozy! It has a glitter horn! So cute!"—I made my way into the kitchen to drop my beer off in the fridge.
I had just cracked a new can when I caught sight of a man wearing a silk-striped pyjama set with a robe over top. He even wore matching slippers. The only thing missing from his ensemble was a wooden pipe, or maybe a glass of brandy. He caught my eye and grinned, pushing past some of the people in the kitchen as he made his way over to me.
"You didn't realize it was a 'show off your assets' party either, hey?" he said by way of greeting.
The man's eyes twinkled as he smiled, and I couldn't help but think he was one of the most attractive men I'd ever seen in my entire life. In a room of gorgeous college students, his maturity and humour stood out.
"Sure didn't." I sipped my beer. "I can't imagine sleeping in some of these outfits."
"You sleep in that onesie?"
"Never said I did. I sleep naked."
He burst out laughing. "I'm Jake Hunter." His hand extended and I shook it, amused at the formality.
"Nellie Belanger. I haven't seen you around before."
"I just transferred to do my Masters. Kara used to take dance classes with my little sister, so she put us in touch."
"A Masters? You're not too cool to party with us undergrads?"
"I didn't party much in my undergrad. Figured I'd catch up now."
"You've never been to a party?"
"Not never. Just very rarely."
"Well, I'm going to have to make sure you get the full party experience tonight, then."
Jake raised his eyebrows. "What does that entail?"
"Hmm." I put a hand to my chin, pretending to think. "Some kind of frat boy shenanigans and maybe shotgunning a beer? Streaking is always a good story. I think sneaking into the girls' dorms to steal panties is out of vogue these days, though."
"I wouldn't know. Apparently, I'm so far out of the loop, I don't know what constitutes a pyjama party."
I grinned, glancing up and down at his outfit. "I dunno, I like it. Very Hefner of you."
"I don't know if I should take that as a compliment."
"Well, I think it looks good. But what do I know? I'm dressed as a unicorn in a room full of lingerie." I offered him one of my beers, which he took gladly.
We ended up talking for a good chunk of time. Jake was friendly, smart, and had many of the same interests I did. Over the course of that beer, and then another each, we discussed everything from what we were doing at that university to our favourite music. The topic had just switched to an in-depth discussion of the latest episode of a show we both watched, when we were interrupted.
