Showing Off My Girl - The Mummy
It was my third year of college and Jenna and I were going to a Halloween party at one of the frats.
Jenna wanted us to go as a cheerleader and a football player - mostly because a few of her girlfriends and their dates were doing that.
But I wanted to win the costume contest.
My plan was we would dress up as mummies, but with a cleopatra costume over her bandages and an Antony costume over mine.
As an extra secret weapon I wanted to wrap her bandages so her boobs were hanging out. Not completely bare, the filmy material from the costume was mostly transparent but it would still make her boobs unnoticeable from a distance. And people would still see her gorgeous tits from up close. I was proud of her body and showing it off turned me on.
I figured we would be a cinch to win. This was a college town after all.
I came home from classes one day and the computer was open to one of the websites I had visited to come up with ideas to hatch my plan. "Fuck! Had I left that open?" I didn't want her to find out until she was mostly wrapped in bandages and somewhat immobilized.
Jenna screamed at me, "Did you think I wouldn't notice! Maybe you thought I wouldn't care."
I answered: but I said the wrong thing as I often did with Jenna. I said, "I guess I didn't think it through. Maybe if we had a drink first... Maybe since your face would be covered and you would be anonymous... We hardly know anyone who's gonna be there..."
She yelled back, "You hardly know anyone there. I have friends there. You can be such a dick sometimes."
I may have been partially in the wrong, but the yelling, and the tone, and the name calling were uncalled for. I got equally angry. "And you're being a bitch. Why can't you just go along with my ideas once in awhile." Then I named a few times we did things her way rather than my way. It worked and she agreed to go as mummies - but not with her boobs hanging out.
I still hoped that if I got her drunk before wrapping her up she might change her mind.
On the day of the party I was extra nice to her and when it was time to start getting dressed I made us a big pitcher of daiquiris.
First I suggested that it might get hot under all the bandages so we should be naked. She totally bought it. Then I said she should wrap me first. I said this so there would be less time between when I wrapped her and when we had to leave: less time for her to change her mind once I had her boobs out.
She wrapped a single layer around me. It was hard to resist stopping to have sex when she was winding the strips up each thigh and touching my balls. But I waited patiently with the end in mind.
When she wrapped my hands I realized I was losing the use of my fingers and it was going to be harder to wrap her.
When she started wrapping the second layer she began talking about sneaking off to a dark room where she could extract my cock from the wrappings and blow me.
Walking round and round me the long strips of gauze filled in the gaps as she said things like, "Just picture one mummy sucking off another."
And I did, "I pictured her kneeling in front of a mummy with her jugs out, sucking hungrily at my cock." I sprang the biggest hard on.
"Ok," she announced, tweaking my penis, "just a few final touches and you're done. Sit here so I can get your face."
I moved to get in the chair but I discovered that my arms were bound to my sides and my legs were fastened together. All her dirty talk had distracted me.
"Hey, mummies are supposed to walk around with their arms sticking straight forward. And how am I going to drink?"
This is when she lashed out at me again, "You we're still hoping to dress me up with my boobs out! I know how you think. And for that you're gonna pay. Her eyes both burned in anger and sparkled mischievously, "You're gonna be Cleopatra." She held up the gold bra and put it on me. "We're not having any sex tonight! And you'll be lucky if I take pity on you and let you drink."
The whole rest of the time she finished wrapping me I sulked.
She stuffed the bra with water balloons and wrapped it up under the bandages. When she was done she had me hobble over to a mirror. I was a plain, boring, very female looking mummy.
My fake boobs jiggled realistically but that wouldn't be enough to win any contest. She said, "You make a very nice girl mummy - a mummette." Then she turned sarcastic, "Too bad I couldn't have your boobs hanging out."
Jenna dressed as a football player.
She drove to the party 'cause I couldn't see any details through the wrapping over my eyes.
I complained the whole way, "You would've been totally hot as Cleopatra. And you've got the best breasts on campus. It wouldn't hurt you to show them off once in a while. If we weren't even gonna try to win the contest, you could have at least dressed as a sexy cheerleader. It would have turned me on so much. Then we could've snuck off to one of those dark rooms to have sex." I even added, "I would've done that thing you like where I kiss your puss."
She was unimpressed.
When we got to the party there was a vampire, and a witch, and all the obligatory getups.
But across the room there was a mass of indistinct red and white: a whole gaggle of cheerleaders. I griped, "You see how sexy they look! You could've done that. Then I could've had sex with a cheerleader."
By then Jenna had had enough of my sniping. "Sure, Dick! If you wanna have sex with a cheerleader so much - go ahead. I'm giving you a hall pass. Tonight, and for tonight only, you can have sex with any cheerleader who'll do you. It's a freebie. I won't even get mad. But if you do, then I get to have sex with a cheerleader too.
I peered suspiciously through the semi-transparent single strip of gauze that covered my eyes. "Just for tonight?" I queried untrustingly.
The idea of banging one of her friends turned me on. But the idea of watching lesbo sex really rocked my world. "Only if I can watch!"
It was still a long shot that I would convince one of the girls to have sex with me, but it was better than nothing. And I was still mad at her and no matter what she said now, I knew she wouldn't enjoy knowing I was with another girl.
She answered slyly, "You're on. I'll watch you so I'll know if you do it. Then if you do, you can watch me.
Jenna strode into the party while I bunny hopped over to the keg. I wasn't able to serve myself, but hopping like that made my rather large knockers bounce incredibly and there was no lack of males wanting to help me drink beer through a straw.
I made the mistake of talking to one of the guys, but as soon as he knew I was a guy too, he stopped holding drinks for me. From then on if I had to talk I changed my voice. The music was loud enough that it worked easily.
I stood in that one spot silently for most of the night letting dudes ply me with alcohol. The deception was actually kind of fun. A couple guys squeezed my ass and one even groped one of my squishy falsies. No one figured it out.
By the time the party was half over I was quite drunk.