I’m not an adventurous person. Not by nature, anyway. It takes quite a bit of motivation to get me to explore outside my comfort zone. I suppose that’s what made Halloween so special. I could dress up and disguise my identity. Even act completely unlike myself and not worry.
At the office where I work, there was a lot of discussion revolving around various parties. The buzz was all about who was going where and for some, with whom they were going. I hadn’t made any plans myself. Until Liz, my boss’s assistant, mentioned she was going to a masquerade ball.
You see, I guess I’m one of those girls they say is in the closet. I don’t consider
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I decided I’d go to that ball and if my courage held and the timing right, maybe I’d make a play. I’d never been with a woman and had always been too chicken shit to even try. Liz was worth it and besides, I’d be in disguise. To say I carried a torch for her was too much, but maybe a candle.
Halloween came quickly and I could hardly wait. I’d told everyone I had no plans and used my abstention to win Liz’s confidence. She confided she was going as Snow White, so I would go as the old hag from the same fairytale. It was perfect, because I’d be completely unrecognizable.
As I arrived, I noticed her shiny black VW Jetta parked out front of the hotel that was hosting the event. Fear crept up my spine, but the sensation made the moment all the more delicious. Well, that and the flask of scotch I had with me.
I downed another swig, checked my makeup in the rearview mirror
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I didn’t care for any of them. Through the sea of Draculas , Frankensteins, sexy witches and nurses, I sought only Snow White.
My costume was a thick woolen cape and robe and it itched and had me sweating within minutes. I was beginning to regret my choice when I saw her.
Across the dance floor, at one of the mini-bars, Liz was talking animatedly with a cowboy. I traced the length of her long slender legs. The golden mini skirt she wore as part of her costume revealed more of her perfectly sculpted legs than I’d ever seen before. My inner lesbian reacted and the heat ripped through me. She was so hot. My mouth watered uncontrollably. The scotch was helping perhaps a tad more than I needed, but my courage was holding.
The blue satin top she wore was barely more than a tight camisole, but at least it resembled the Disney’s classic version of the character, complete with puffy, short sleeves. Although, she was definitely the rated R version.
