Jenn’s the trick; Carly’s the treat

“Jesus, Carly, I hate these crappy school uniforms!”

Jenn yanked her navy blue polo shirt up, over her red curls, and off. She wadded it up and threw it onto the floor of her bedroom. Her quick fingers unzipped her knee-length plaid skirt, skimmed it down her slim hips, and tossed it onto the fallen polo shirt.

Jenn’s full breasts joggled in their hot-pink bra, which was cut so low the curve of her areolas were nearly visible.

“Fuck, that’s better.”

She adjusted her thong, which was exactly the same vivid shade as her bra.

Carly hated the new school uniform policy, too. She sat on Jenn’s bed, watching as her best friend kicked her discarded school clothes into a corner. Carly noticed how Jenn’s tight ass cheeks — completely exposed by the thong — barely wiggled as she walked over to her closet to pick out something to wear.

I wish my butt looked like that. I’m at least 10 pounds away from having such a nice ass. The extra weight makes my tits nice and big, though.

Jenn grabbed a pair of jeans and a tank top out of her closet, and slipped them on. She sat down on her bed facing Carly.

The two high-school seniors were both pretty, but in entirely different ways. Jenn O’Shea was short and petite, with dark eyes and a wild mass of coppery-red curls. Carly Franklin was almost 9 inches taller than her friend, with rounded curves, freckles and shiny blond hair that fell to her waist. Jenn envied Carly’s smooth hair; Carly envied Jenn’s tight bottom.

“I wish we could dress like we want to,” Jenn said in a huff. “I always feel like my Aunt Mabel wearing that stupid uniform.”

“Yeah, I know. I’ve got an Aunt Phyllis who dresses like that,” Carly said, smiling.

Jenn’s dark eyes suddenly lit up. “Oh, fuck! I have an idea!”

“What’s that?”

“I know when we can dress how we like.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night! Halloween!” Jenn said, her voice all excited. “Let’s wear costumes and go trick-or-treating!”

“We’re a little old for that, but it sounds like fun, Jenn,” said Carly, “but how are we going to get costumes?”

Jenn thought for a second, her full lips pursed.

“I know! Leave it to me; I’ll get costumes for us.”

“Are you sure? Remember how strict my parents are. They’ll never let me wear anything skimpy.”

“Yes! I know just what to do,” Jenn said, a big smile lighting her face. “Just arrange with your folks to come to my house tomorrow night and sleep over. They’ll never see your costume. This is going to be so much fun!”

“Well,” said Carly, “as long as there is no way in hell I can get caught. I don’t want to get grounded again. But I do love candy.”

Candy isn’t going to make my ass any smaller. But maybe my tits will get even bigger!

Carly put her hands on the swell of her breasts, picturing them plumping up as she gorged on candy corn and Twizzlers.

Jenn watched Carly’s hands cup her big breasts and grinned. “This is going to be so much fun,” she repeated.

Holy crap, I wonder what Jenn is going to get for us to wear.

Carly felt an unexpected tingle between her legs.

Jenn was right. This will be fun.

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Late the next afternoon, Carly arrived at Jenn’s house, overnight bag in hand. Immediately Jenn grabbed her friend’s hand and pulled her into her bedroom. The redhead carefully closed the bedroom door and locked it.

“I. Got. Us. Costumes,” Jenn announced, her voice breathy. “And they will totally show off our bodies.”

“So let me see!” said Carly, her heart suddenly thumping in her chest.

I wonder, maybe it’s naughty nurses or Barbie dolls or French maids.

Emerging from her closet, Jenn held up two Halloween costumes on their hangers, giving them a little shake. Their satin beauty-pageant-style sashes — one reading “TRICK,” the other “TREAT,” bobbed and sparkled.

“Ta fucking da!” said Jenn with a flourish. “So Carly, which do you want to be, Trick or Treat?”

Holy shit, these costumes look totally slutty.

“Jenn.” Carly’s voice was low and intense. “Are you out of your mind? I would be in all kinds of holy hell trouble if I got caught wearing EITHER ONE of those!”

Jenn continued as if Carly hadn’t said anything. “Hmm. I think you should be Treat, ‘cause you have bigger tits than me. Barely bigger, but still. The gumdrops on these cupcakes have to really stick out for the full effect.” She wiggled the costume on her right.

“Where the hell did you get them?” Carly asked.

“After school today I drove to a costume shop, but they didn’t have anything left. So I remembered an adult novelty shop across the street from the old mall. I went there, snuck inside, got my courage up, and bought these,” said Jenn happily, her dark eyes dancing. “I made the sashes myself.”

Carly, her eyebrow cocked, looked at the Treat costume. The cups on the bikini-style top looked like white frosting, with two faux red gumdrops attached right at the nipples. The bikini bottom was also solid white, with a design printed right over the crotch: a 3-inch-tall piece of candy corn, its triangle shape mimicking the triangle of pussy hair underneath. The outfit came with red-and-white striped thigh-highs. Plus, of course, the pink satin sash reading “TREAT.”

“That may be the filthiest Halloween costume I’ve ever seen,” Carly said dryly.

“I know, right?” Jenn giggled. “Hold it up and see how it’ll look on you.” She handed the hanger to her friend.

Carly reluctantly took the costume, held it up to her body and looked in the mirror. She had to admit, the effect was striking.

I’d look more naked in this than if I had no clothes on.

“So you’ll be Treat, and I’ll be Trick,” said Jenn, holding the remaining costume up to her slim body.