Lars and I had planned this vacation for months; I'd been looking forward to revisiting San Francisco and spending time with my old friend Teddy. Lars had business come up at the last minute, but suggested I still go alone. I left the cool crisp air and blazing colors of Midwestern autumn and jetted to catch the morning fog still clinging in ghostly wisps to the shoreline hillsides. Teddy, of course insisted I stay at her place, saying it would be like old times and that she'd lined up fun things to do while I was here, like a masquerade party. She even promised to take care of the costumes, so how could I say no?
I remembered the old times vividly; we'd been friends in high school and then rented an apartment together. As room mates I had often lain in my bed listening to the sounds of passion she and her many male admirers made in the next room. Of Polynesian lineage, she was truly an exotic beauty, totally at ease with her own sensuality. She had waist long, deep mahogany hair, wide hips, and almond shaped golden brown eyes. She had invited me to join the fun in her room a number of times, but the farthest I'd gotten was the doorway, where I stood watching the shifting forms in the darkened room for a moment before stumbling back to my own bed. I'd felt guilty for listening, imagining and resorted to masturbating, caught in a web of my own fears.
The night of the party we started off drinking wine and toking, lounging around in our robes and laughing at old memories while vintage 70's music flowed. Around 8, Teddy finally said it was time to get ready and I followed her into her room where I saw 2 costumes laid out on the bed and between them a green crystal orb with a golden chain attached. As I removed my robe and turned to hang it over the back of the chair I was startled as Teddy's fingertips outlined the hummingbird tattoo on my shoulder blade then traced shivers down my spine to the dragon low in the small of my back and over to the raven on my hip. 'I can see you have gotten a bit braver over the years. Yes, I think you are finally ready and hungry enough to let go of your fears and fully explore your sexuality,' she murmured.
We helped each other get into our costumes, gentle hands on sensitive skin becoming lingering, teasing caresses. I almost swooned when she leaned down and kissed and tongued the butterfly on my breast, the feeling was so exquisite. By the time our open lips touched I was barely breathing as our tongues met in a silken dance. Teddy stepped back and caressed my cheek. 'There will be sex at the party tonight and you are going to participate, not just watch this time. I won't let anyone hurt you. Do you trust me?' She turned me to face the mirror and I barely recognized the Genie standing there next to the Polynesian queen. My breasts were barely covered by a green gauze scarf tied in back, and short velvet vest trimmed with gold, my stomach and tummy exposed. A number of gauzy green scarves hung from a green velvet girdle that parted as I moved, allowing glimpses of the green and gold thong beneath. The outfit was finished by slave bands on my arms, wrists and ankles and satin slippers. She was stunning in a short red and yellow jungle print pareo slung low and knotted over one hip, showing the whole leg. She completed her outfit with matching bikini bra and thong, a slender aromatic lei and narrow sandals. She picked up the green orb, wrapped the chain around her wrist a couple of times and snapped the closure. 'You are a genie; whoever has the orb controls you. You must stay in character no matter what.' I paused for a moment, figured who the hell would bother with me, I'd be safe just watching. 'Yes Maam' was all I said and she smiled, squeezed my hand and we left.
