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Tis the season --- 
A story for Halloween by a very good author.
Seems not to have been posted for a while,
(Dear moderator, It sure looks to me like your friend Katie
very clearly gives permission to repost (("you can post it anywhere
on the Internet ----- as long as long as there is no charge"))  ).


From katiemcn@excite.com Fri Dec 21 18:35:10 2001
Date: Sun,  8 Oct 2000 11:10:07 -0400
From: Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Halloween Story by Katie McN (FF Rom, Mallory) (Halloween)

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Halloween Story

By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>

Notice: This story is copyrighted by Katie McN, but you can post it
anywhere on the Internet where people like to read lesbian romance
stories as long as long as there is no charge for reading it and you
don't change it in any way to include removing my name and e mail
address.

I'm dedicating this story to Denny Wheeler and Malinov who got me
started writing Rom stories again and now I just can stop. Thanks
guys.

---

"I can't believe you're going to wear that costume, Mallory."

It was time for our annual Halloween party and I couldn't wait. We
took turns buying the costumes and that year it was up to Mallory to
decide what we were going to wear. She wouldn't tell me a thing and
part of the game is for me to beg and plead for just one little
clue. All week long I'd promised her interesting sexual favors and
anything else I could think of, but of course she never said a word.
Well almost nothing. There was one clue, and when she had me so
frustrated I'd fall for anything, she got very solemn and said she'd
give me a hint.

"Okay, Mary Kay, I'll give you one and only one clue."

"Thank you, thank you, Mallory. What is it?" I was so excited. She
was going to relent and now I'd find out what I'd wear on Halloween.

" It doesn't have an 'X' in it."

Of course not. Hardly any word in the English language has an 'X' in
it and I pretended outrage as she laughed her ass off. Wait till
next year.

---

Picture this.

A beautiful nun dressed head to foot in black stood before me like a
sainted vision. I could just barely see her angelic face peeking out
from the very modest uniform. But, when she turned around,
everything changed.

The costume was completely transparent from her neck all the way
down to the hem. The costume framed her creamy white skin and
slender body like a picture of decadence against an inky sea of
black material. She wasn't wearing a bra and the loose uniform
pretended it might just move in some special way to show me both
exquisite breasts. Her garter belt and matching thong were sexy
highlights on her perfectly shaped ass. The black seamed stockings
and very high heels shaped and formed her legs with a message that
suggested she might be available for a little excitement.

Mallory turned back and laughed when she saw the look on my face.
"I've had a fantasy about what the nuns wore under their uniforms
ever since I was in high school, baby, and I've decided it must be
something like this. Don't you agree?"

"If the nuns looked as good under their uniforms as you do, Mallory,
I think I'd still be back in school. Uh, do you happen to have a few
minutes to spare, little girl?" She laughed at me again and finally
brought out The Package. Now I'd find out what my costume was going
to be.

When I saw what she picked out, I knew she made a fabulous choice.

She handed me a pleated skirt in the same pattern worn at the
Catholic Girls' School I attended back in Del Rio, Texas, years ago.
It looked quite authentic, but so short it barely covered my butt.
The white silk blouse was loose enough to guarantee my tits would
bounce and jiggle with every step I took and sheer enough to show
the shape of my breasts and their rosy highlights to anyone who
wanted to look. I was already imagining how the smooth texture of
the silk would caress my nipples and keep them at attention for a
whole evening of fun. I don't know who she had embroider the school
emblem on my blouse, but it looked just like the one I wore in
school except for the part where my tit would be bouncing around
underneath it for all the world to see. Tennies and white stay up
stockings rounded out the costume. How wonderfully delicious. I'd be
dressed up like a child molester's sex fantasy and if I was lucky,
maybe the cute little nun would take advantage of me later.

"Do I have to wear this G string? I'm going to show my butt to
everyone whenever I take a step. I can't do it, Mallory."

"Of course you can. It's the rules, baby, and next year it's your
turn to pick out the costumes, but for now, you have to live with
it."

Part of the fun is pretending the costume is too risqu,. I really
wasn't a bit upset about letting the other women see my boobs
bouncing around inside the school uniform blouse, or how cute my
butt looked peeking out from under the tiny little pleated skirt. It
was kind of sexy, but I had to tell Mallory it was too hot to wear
cause it was part of our game. We both knew I'd wear the outfit, and
love every minute of it.

---

I watched as Mallory opened the front door and there was a repeat of
what happened several times before.

The women saw Mallory's costume and thought something like "a little
more conservative this year" until she turned around. Next came a
shriek followed by "I can't believe it!" and then the guests walked
behind her for awhile until they were convinced it was true.

Cathy always brought her camera to our parties. She took a lot of
pictures of the nun costume and I was sure Mallory would be featured
in the party scrapbook. Cathy doesn't miss much and seems to record
every silly little thing on film so we can see what fools we made of
ourselves. Everyone loves it, of course.

The most fabulous costume of all was the bridal gown Julie wore.
Markie was dressed up as the groom and the two women made a
spectacular entrance. They painted a picture of something many
couples truly want, but know they probably will never have.

Black and orange crepe paper decorated every part of our home.
Witches, bats, ghosts, goblins, cauldrons and all the scary things
that say Halloween changed our Hillcrest Estate into Frankenstein's
castle for one wonderful night. One wonderful night where 20 women
also decorated the house with a sense of fun and excitement. A sense
of being free and getting to do whatever they wanted for at least a
few hours.

And the costumes were wonderful.

Billie was a perfect stereotype. She looked so butch wearing slicked
back hair, black denims, motorcycle boots and a black tee shirt with
a pack of cigs rolled up in one sleeve. Rhonda was a dominatrix all
leather and metal, standing there in heels so high she would break
her ankles if she fell over. Her tiny cat o' nine tails hardly
looked ominous and only threatened to please every one standing
around her. Belly dancers, hookers, tarts, and everything you would
hope your friends would think to do and surprises you'd never guess
in a million years.

Sometimes people take advantage of a situation and do things they'll
be sorry for later.

I happened across the groom and a French maid in our spare bedroom
trying to discover all the secrets hidden under their Halloween
costumes. I found out the groom was wearing silk boxers, or at least
she was for awhile. I learned it took no effort at all to push down
the top of a French maid costume and when you did, her two tits
seemed to say it might be time for some kissing and loving. I found
out more than I wanted to know and eased the door closed and hoped
no one else would happen upon the two lovers taking their chances
and not caring who found out.

--- 

We always play games.

Spin the bottle is a favorite that usually gets everyone warmed up.
When it's just girls, you know there will be showing off and taking
chances.

The game that year soon evolved into who could do the most dramatic
and sexy kiss. Everyone got into it,  and sometimes a partner seemed
a tiny bit upset until it was her turn and then she went and outdid
her special other to the cheers and catcalls coming from the rest of
us.

Bobbing for apples is fun, too. Particularly when the girl has a
butt as cute as what Suzi was sticking up in the air that night.
She tried to bite into one of the apples floating in the wash tub
without using her hands. She couldn't get the hang of it and somehow
managed to turn a children's game into a Rated R wet tee shirt
contest.

We always play Tell Me a Story at the Halloween party. Different
girls tell stories designed to get the other people going. Jeannie
told one about boarding school where she was very bad and had to go
to the Head Mistress's office.  The Head Mistress gave her a choice.
She could take her punishment or be expelled and have to explain to
her parents what happened. Of course she took the punishment.

Jeannie climbed up on top of a desk and stood at the rigid position
of attention. When a teacher mentioned an item of clothing, she
removed it slowly and provocatively while the women sitting in the
office looked on with great interest and lust. It took forever for
her to strip off, but finally she was nude and wondered what would
happen next.

We all knew.

All of us were getting horny just listening to the story and could
imagine how wet it was between the legs of all those teachers. Sure
enough she had to go down on each one while the other teachers
fondled and probed her young girl body making it difficult for
Jeannie to maintain concentration.

But, the best story of all was the one Marcy told. She said Jeannie
reminded her of something that happened when she first started
boarding school.

One night she was told to go to the dorm dayroom where the rest of
the girls were already gathered. They said it was time for her dorm
initiation and she better follow orders or else she'd suffer the
consequences.

An older girl told Marcy to take off all her clothes and let
everyone see what she was really like. Marcy pretended to be shy at
first, but really liked the idea of exhibiting herself in front of
the other girls. When she removed her blouse, the older girl seemed
surprised to find she wasn't wearing a bra and made a big fuss about
how cute her boobs were. She also took advantage of the situation
and touched and squeezed those firm round globes while Marcy stood
there not knowing what to do. She started to take her pants off
next, and knew she would be in for more of the same when the girls
found out she wasn't wearing any panties. Sure enough, she was
fondled and admired by a couple of girls while the rest of them
looked on and laughed.

They made her spread her legs and masturbate. She couldn't fake it
either or else they'd make her do it again, but this time she'd have
to do it in the chapel. The whole thing was such a turn on that
Marcy came with one of the most powerful orgasms she ever had. She
tried not to holler out and moan, but she couldn't help herself. The
other girls all got turned on watching her cum with a vengeance.

Finally, all of them surrounded her and did everything they could
think of to turn her on. There were hands on her tits and ass.
Fingers in her pussy and asshole. Lips on her mouth and nipples.
Everything touching everything else. She never had a girl go down on
her before and found the experience new and different. Marcy liked
it and decided to remember the red headed girl who knew how to treat
her so well.

We always award prizes and supposedly everyone gets a say in who
wins. I let everyone vote, but sometimes give a prize to the person
I want to see win even if she didn't come out on top. A prize always
goes to the person who humiliated herself the most. The girl who won
it that year came as a toilet with a Tootsie Roll floating around in
her water bowl. The bride won as the best costume which didn't
surprise anyone. I always cheat on the sexiest costume and try to
give the award to a girl who is shy and wearing a real modest get up
just because I want her to have to deal with the prize. It was
Little Bo Peep who turned red when she opened the 12 inch dildo, and
it got worse for her when someone turned it on and Bo found herself
holding something that sounded like a vibrating cement mixer.
Everyone laughed as she stood there looking at the noisy thing, not
knowing what she should do next.

Every year at least one of the girls decides to do a striptease
after having a few too many. I couldn't believe Mindy had the urge
to see how it felt to have people watch her take it all off. She's
usually uptight and kind of a wallflower type, but I guess everyone
gets her fifteen minutes.

No one noticed her until she had the top of her princess costume
pulled down showing off her strapless push up bra. Then everyone
noticed since the girl had some really nice looking tits and her bra
put them on display like two big ole diamonds in a treasure trove.

She was a bit tipsy so the strip show was a combination of trying to
be sexy and trying to stand up.

She finally got the dress off and revealed the old fashioned
petticoats she was wearing underneath. Drinking and stripping off
clothes can be a problem and sure enough she was having a heck of a
time getting those petticoats off. I thought she might fall down at
first, but she finally managed somehow. The white garter belt, white
panties and white stockings tried to say she was an innocent, but
whispered to me she could be real hot given half a chance. She had a
problem deciding what came off next. She started on the bra and then
changed her mind and went for the panties. She finally took off the
garter belt instead and it wasn't easy for her to do because she got
a bit confused when she tried to undo the garters, but she finally
got the job done.

When her bra did come off, there was a loud round of applause and
catcalls from the rest of the girls. We could see that Mindy was
really turned on and quite pleased with herself. I guess the girl
couldn't wait to know how it felt to be nude in front of a bunch of
people and she quickly stripped off her tiny white panties much to
the delight of everyone in the room. She looked real cute and kind
of sexy standing there in her heels, stocking and princess crown. I
could tell that a lot of the women were thinking how interesting it
might be to entertain royalty.

Now some of the girls like to play tricks. A girl was there to take
each item as Mindy removed her clothes one piece at a time. It got
passed to another girl and then the next one and eventually
disappeared into some hiding place. No one was going to tell Mindy
where her clothes ended up and she spent the rest of the night
wearing nothing but her stockings and heels trying to find her
stuff. Some of the girls made sure she stayed high while they plied
her with rude commentary and a little good natured molestation.

I remember when Ricki  passed out. I think she must of been drinking
and doing pills at the same time. Never a good combination and it
sure put her under. A couple of the other girls took off her clothes
and kind of spread her out on the couch for all to see. It was fun
watching the reaction of someone who happened by and noticed her for
the first time. There was a little shock at first, then some
laughter and never a thought to cover her up.

Cathy took a lot more pictures for the scrap book and I bet Mindy
and Ricki were pretty surprised the first time they looked at it.

---

We heard a scream.

When we got to the spare bedroom we found the bride passed out on
the bed. Her face had lost its color and her beautiful dress was
covered in vomit. We were lucky Vera was there. Everyone thought
Julie just drank too much, but Vera knew the symptoms and told us
she probably overdosed on some downers. She asked someone to call
911 and then got back to treating Julie. Vera went from a girl in a
slutty debutante costume to efficient doctor in the blink of an eye.
She cleared Julie's mouth and took her vitals. I would've had a real
problem performing mouth to mouth on Julie after what I saw, but
Vera got on with it and it didn't take long until she had the girl
breathing almost normally again.

The paramedics arrived and Vera briefed them on what she'd done. The
two men put Julie on the gurney and rushed her out to the ambulance.
Vera and Markie rode with Julie and I followed in my car as we made
the 15 minute drive over to the Val Verde Med Center Emergency Room.

Markie and I stayed in the emergency waiting area while the rest of
the folks rushed Julie into one of the empty rooms.

"Markie, did she catch you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you with the French Maid and kind of wonder if Julie might
have seen you, too."

"Shit, I thought she peeked in, but when she left without saying
anything, I figured she didn't mind all that much. She's never had a
problem with this before."

I hardly knew what to think when I heard that and decided to sit
down on the bench and wait. I finally realized my short skirt and
transparent blouse were causing a commotion there in the waiting
room and I figured I better maintain a low profile.

Vera came out of Emergency with a smile on her face.

"She's going to be all right. I think she needs to stay in the
hospital tonight and maybe tomorrow. After that, she can go home as
long as she promises me she'll see a therapist."

We talked some more about stomach pumping, medication, mental
illness and all the stuff doctors think about when they face a
problem like this. Markie and I kept quiet about why Julie decided
to make her statement. I hoped Julie would really see a therapist
this time, but somehow knew she'd just keep on letting Markie abuse
her until who knows what might happen in the end.

---

Halloween was a lot different the next year. We had another
Halloween party, of course, but we didn't invite Julie and Markie.
Even so, a shadow was cast over the holiday and things never were
quite as happy again.

The End

Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>

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