1. One Incredible Costume


    Date: 11/20/2015, Categories: Mature, Author: RejectReality, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    head by the time I stepped out. I was rather proud of myself as I toweled dry and dressed for bed. When I unlocked the door and swung it open, Amy was standing right outside. Crap. “Sorry I was in there so long. All yours,” I said, thinking quickly and moving past her. “Actually, I wanted to ask you something.” A strange mixture of a groan and a growl rumbled silently through my head as I turned in front of my bedroom door. I kept strict eye contact by some miracle and asked, “What’s that?” She walked toward me and said, “Well, you’re a guy. What do you think of my costume?” There’s a question I couldn’t answer honestly. “You did a good job on it.” “That’s not what I meant,” she said, and rolled her eyes. “Do I look hot?” Hot enough to catch the room on fire, popped into my head. What I said as I opened the door was, “I really don’t think it’s appropriate for me to say anything about that, Amy.” “Oh, come on. I barely noticed any of the guys looking at me tonight.” Either she wasn’t very observant, or the guys who had come to the party were complete idiots – or eunuchs. I stepped into the doorway and said, “I think you should go sleep it off, Amy.” Before I could close the door, she swept in after me. “I’m not drunk. Come on. Yes, or no?” I know she was sending painfully obvious signals, but that didn’t stop me from feeling conflicted. She was young, and probably more drunk than she let on. She was my daughter’s best friend. With her standing in my bedroom half-dressed, I ...
    was having trouble balancing the scale, though. While I pondered what to say, she grinned and walked backwards toward my bed. Once she reached it, she climbed in and knelt on the mattress, facing me. Every thought in my head vanished as Amy proved she was nothing like the character she most resembled. Far from being a shrinking violet, she jerked up her top and bared her breasts. Though only a handful, they were firm and perky. Her nipples were just as magnificent as their silhouette had suggested, and a rosy color. The circles that surrounded them were barely larger than the captivating buds, and of the same hue. Before I could even process that, she shifted position, and jerked her panties aside. Of their own volition, my eyes homed in on her smooth-shaven sex. Two black-vinyl-clad fingers framed her pink pussy, parting the lips to let me see within. Needless to say, my worries about her feeling creeped out by a dirty old man were unfounded. My face grew warm, and something else was growing as well. When I recovered enough of my wits to snap my gaze to her face, she was wearing a crooked grin that spoke volumes. Not bothering to pull her top down, she slid off the bed and sauntered toward me. I took a half-step back, but there was really nowhere to run. I didn’t have enough presence of mind to find the doorknob, let alone use it. The next thing I knew, she was standing bare-breasted in front of me, close enough for me to smell her perfume, which further addled me. “So, do I ...
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