Costumed Ball
Keywords: Ball, Costumed,
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So there I was, at a Halloween costume ball on campus (of a rather prestigious college), having my first real lesbian stolen kiss—behind the fichus on the second floor balcony of the fraternity—and though I was dressed like a drill sergeant and she was dressed like the Elf Princess from Lord of the Rings, I really loved the heck out of it! I mean, it's not like makeup and clothes can hide "that" much! She was probably the prettiest woman I'd ever seen, and with my cheeks and chin smeared with greasepaint to simulate day-old beard, there was no way she didn't know I was another girl.
So we kissed again, and then all this tongue action started. I'd only ever dreamed of kissing another girl before—though I have to say my masturbational life was pretty rich and recently filled with female fantasy people—and here I was actually kissing this gorgeous lady!
I had worries about 'cheating' on my favorite fantasy lover—that one girl from Romy and Michelle's High School Reunion (I ain't telling you which one)—but I knew she'd 'understand.' This was real and this was happening, and so when this Elf girl started sucking my tongue I just let things happen without worries.
Time warp. First I was one place, then I was on the other side of the balcony (it was night so I felt invisible to the world), leaning against the wall with my shirt buttons undone and my left boob sticking out bare.
Oh, and there were Elf-lips attached to that nipple!
And then another time skip and I was kissing and biting this tall beauty's neck. The sexy part though—apart from every single other thing—was that she was standing there, head tilted to the side, "giving" me her neck. No obstructions except for the long, silky hair of her wig, and absolutely no objections! I mean, she was giving herself to me, mind, soul and body!
Then we were kissing mouth-to-mouth again, sucking tongues, smearing lips. I never felt so turned on before in my life to tell the truth. Even thinking about Lisa Kudrow—(oops, I mean my fantasy girl)—during all those luscious, secret times with myself, didn't compare to what was happening.
Just an aside: I guess by now it's obvious that I'm into tall ladies. I guess it's because I'm 5'10" myself; don't want to be leaning down too much!
So here I was, and there she was and there wasn't much space between us. It was like we were magnetized and couldn't pull far enough away from each other to even catch our breath. And I didn't want to, to be totally honest. I wanted it to just go on and on and maybe even get to where I wanted it to end up—in bed, naked bodies, legs entwined, hands going all over—whew! But even if not, I didn't care. It was my first lesbian kiss and it was more than I ever expected. I was building up memories that I could easily go back to my dorm room and masturbate over for months to come (so to speak). Then the spell broke and she stepped back from me. We were still breathing hard.
"...wanna get a drink or something?" she asked, and I nodded. But before that I wanted to know her name. "Cori," she said, and I was in heaven; a name to go with the person! She then helped me button up and I was helping pull her dress back over her shoulder (which was the creamiest, smoothest, sweetest smelling bare shoulder I'd ever tasted or smelled or kissed or licked). We got everything smoothed out and then went back in through the balcony doors, and then down the two flights of stairs to the main room.
The party had exploded since we'd left. It was only then that I realized we'd been upstairs making out for over an hour! But now people/creatures were milling all over the place, drinking, dancing, having a great time. And though I looked cool, calm and collected on the outside—so did the Elf beside me for that matter—my insides were still totally partying out. Especially one place in particular.
So we pushed on through the mass of semi-drunk humanity, got ourselves some punch (Cori said she didn't want to "miss out on anything important by getting wasted", which I found really encouraging!), some cookies (calories—meh! I'd just been kissing another girl!), and then pushed our way back toward the stairs. "Pumpkinhead" came up; the voice coming through the mask was a girl I knew. She blew us kisses and then went on her merry way, trying to scare people. I felt sorry for her; her voice was just too squeaky-cute to do anything but make people laugh.
And that was okay too.
But then, as if by prior arrangement, Cori and I started climbing the stairs again, side by side, hands almost touching. I wanted to just grab that hand of hers and hold it and feel that feeling of actually being with another girl in public and not caring who saw what. But I was the drill sergeant and she was the 'girl' so...keeping with the image of military discipline and Elvish royalty, I refrained.
Then we were at the doorway to our own special world again, except now "Freddy" and "Jason" were there, one kneeling and actually giving head to the other! It was...weirdly sexy in its own special way, but I felt mad that our little secret place had been invaded. Then "Freddy" stood and unzipped while "Jason" knelt, and Cori and I saw that they were both guys. Which was okay too.
We strolled up the hallway, went up more stairs, and after ducking out a fire door, found ourselves on this wide, flat area of the roof. We got out there quick and checked around—nobody there! For just a moment we both breathed deep of the cool night air, and then, without a word or sign, we put our glasses down and stood together, fronts pressed together, kissing.
It was wonderful. More incredible than the first time. I wondered if an hour would fly by again and didn't care. I was all grown up now; I could stay out late if I wanted! We kissed, sucked tongues, started to feel each other up again. Cori deftly undid the buttons of my shirt like she'd done before and soon both my tits were laid bare. I was kissing Cori's smooth neck and pulling the top of her dress down past her shoulders like before and then one of my hands "somehow" found its way down to her crotch. I started reaching, feeling, but before I could go very far, Cori's hand was there, catching mine and preventing it from doing anything more. I "so" wanted to feel what another woman's cunt felt like around my finger. I knew what mine felt like; I just wanted to...compare.
But she'd stopped me, stopped me short. I felt a little embarrassed really. I mean, my own inner thoughts and fantasies had gotten the better of me. Obviously she didn't want things to go in that direction. I whispered that I was sorry, but she shook her head at me.
"It's not that," she said softly. Her eyes darted from mine, then back. "It's just that...well, I've had this problem since I was young."
"Problem?"
"Yes," Cori whispered even more softly now. "I've...always been mistaken—by lots of people—for a girl. I know it's kind of egocentric to assume you think I'm a real girl, but...just in case you really thought so, I just...wanted to let you know..."
I blinked at her—him—and just stared. My mind was racing, but its car crashed into a wall. I couldn't think of what to say. I mean...this was a guy? Was it obvious? Was I that stupid? I wasn't drunk so it wasn't that. But...Cori was more "girl" than I even thought "I" was! So totally feminine—and not like you see drag-queens sometimes, where they overdo it to the point where you know they're guys. Not this one. I mean, she didn't have padding on her hips and she looked totally femme. She had cute knee boots on, but I'd seen a flash of thigh—totally 'girl.' She was flat-chested, but lots of us are!
Those beautiful shoulders and that neck though! That's not something you can fake of put makeup on. That was real skin and it was real, "real" soft and delicate. Just thinking about it made my pussy cringe a little. Then, still in that same moment of time, I remembered that, technically, I was still a virgin anyhow, and that the only reason I was experimenting with other women was because, well, it just happened that way. I'm really tall as I said, and there are a lot of guys who don't even consider girls taller than they are, and so...no one had ever considered me. So it was partly out of frustration with that whole thing, and partly the fact that there was that one night when I was masturbating and suddenly thought of that actress the moment I orgasmed, that I'd started thinking of being with another female. And so, here I was, but the female turned out to be male. I mean, I'd never been with anyone, and wasn't really committed to either side so...that left everything open.
I started to smile. It was still a split second after Cori had spoken—my thoughts were just flying by!—and I was almost smiling at myself; so many considerations, and none of them really very important at all. But I couldn't just lie to her—him, I mean—and say "Oh yah, I knew all along...."
Or could I?
I leaned forward and kissed this gorgeous boy-girl on her full lips, then stood back grinning.
"No," I said. "You completely fooled me—"
—"I didn't mean to fool—"
"Yes I know," I said. "But...I'm finding you even more exciting now for some reason...that same reason...."
And it was true. As I went on talking, I realized that standing there with a guy that put just about every other chick I'd seen on campus to shame (including yours truly), was more of a turn-on than I would've imagined. I mean, honestly; to think that this tall Elf-girl—this charming, soft spoken, sweet-natured girl with the delicate skin and beautiful complexion and curves in all the right places (not a Mae West though), and the cute legs and arms—had a penis, just really got me going!
"...really?" she asked, and I knew I was going to always refer to her as "she" because that's what she was. I nodded, and then we kissed again, and since she still had a now-loosened grip on my wrist, she gently placed my hand where it had been, and left it there. I spread my fingers over her crotch and pushed my palm gently against her there, but didn't feel anything; nothing but a featureless "V.
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Keywords: Ball, Costumed,