A Halloween Surprise

The music was pounding, the frat house near to bursting, the scents of alcohol and arousal heavy in the Halloween air. I’d arrived a little bit early, which had been a mistake, only giving the butterflies in my stomach more time to multiply as I waited for my date. To make matters worse, the Jello shots, which I’d never tried before but I’d hoped would steady my nerves, hadn’t done the trick. Now I was anxious and tipsy, rather than just anxious, which was hardly an improvement. I glanced over the dance floor for only about the thousandth time, and finally I saw him—my devil!

My God! He was so, so sexy, in his elegant black slacks and shoes, blood-red silk shirt and black tie, his red half-mask and horns hiding all but his kissable mouth, bright blue eyes, and salt-and-pepper black hair. He was more than twice my age, an engineer and an alumnus of this frat, which is why I’d chosen this party for our first date, knowing he’d be able to get in. Well, that and their reputation for not turning away high school girls at the door, as long as we were hot enough to fit in! My best friend Julie and I definitely fit the bill, having gotten ready over at her place tonight so my dad wouldn’t see what I was wearing. She was around here someplace, I was sure, dressed as slutty-Cleopatra, but I hadn’t seen her again since Thor, god of Steroids had taken her upstairs. My devil’s searching eyes finally met mine, his lips turning upwards into a seductive grin as he stalked towards me through the crowd.

It had been a little over two months since I’d first seen his photo on that dating site. I’d just been scrolling through on a fake profile as a lark, not really planning on meeting anyone and just curious what it was like, but he’d taken my breath away the moment I saw him. I’d quickly filled in the rest of my information, calling myself Angel and carefully cropping my eyes out of the sexy photo I uploaded, then sent him a message. We’d been chatting, flirting, trading photos and sexting ever since, but tonight was the first time we’d actually be meeting in person. My heart was thumping about a million beats a minute, my hands nervously smoothing at my hips. I knew I looked good—I’d dressed to follow my chosen name, with fluffy white angel wings on my back, my long, wavy blonde hair artfully concealing the support for the shiny golden halo over my head, and a pretty white sparkly domino mask hiding the top half of my face. My full, firm C-cups didn’t need a bra, and I wasn’t wearing one, just my tiny, transparent white babydoll, with just barely enough opaque white lace to cover the most important bits of my breasts. I’d really gone all out with the accessories, too; a white garter belt accentuating my slender little waist and sexy, flared hips, its tiny, tight straps supporting sheer white thigh-high stockings, with my four-inch white heels borrowed from Julie’s mom, and the tiniest, laciest little white thong I’d ever seen in my life! It was a good thing I’d waxed earlier that afternoon, because if I hadn’t the whole room would have been able to tell! I’d never felt so nervous and exposed, dressing so slutty, in a way that was so completely out of character for me. But I’d wanted to look my absolute best for my amazing, sexy devil! Needless to say I’d been turning down offers to drink or dance ever since I arrived, but finally my devil was here!

He stepped up to me, taking my hand in his, his other hand tilting up my chin, staring deeply into my eyes. He was still more than six inches taller than me, even in my heels, which I absolutely loved! Our first kiss—my first kiss ever!—was soft, slow, and perfect, everything I’d ever dreamed. I’m about ninety percent certain my heart stopped entirely until it was done!

“Do you want to dance?” he asked. At least, I think that was what he said. The music was far too loud to make out actual conversation, but between the movement of his lips and his gesture towards the dance floor, I was pretty sure. I nodded and let him guide me out. There wasn’t much room to actually dance, but that was just fine by me; it gave me the excuse to stay nice and close, ‘accidentally’ letting my nipples brush against his chest. Song after song we danced, long into the night, never moving from our spot. I loved his hands on me; at my waist, my hip, eventually even my ass. By that point I was no longer ‘accidentally’ doing anything—I was plastered tightly to his chest, ravenously making out. I’d been waiting for this so long! I moaned eagerly into his lips as he finally reached in under my babydoll, the fingers of both hands digging deeply into the flesh of my pert little rear. I knew people were staring, but I didn’t care anymore! I would let him do anything he wanted to me, anything at all!

He lifted me by my ass, making me squeak like a scared little mouse in surprise! I wrapped my legs and arms around him to hang on as he carried me through the room, and I had to move to sucking on his neck so he’d be able to see. I swear, even over the thumping music I could hear the drunken, laughing cheers from the frat boys as we passed! He took me upstairs, trying door after door until he found a room that was open, stepping inside and locking it behind us.