Last Minute Halloween Dilemma

[Horn-eman000]

AN: I'm fully aware that it's the middle of June, not October, when I'm posting this. But, well, I just had an idea for a Halloween related story and wanted to share it with y'all. Also, this story is loosely inspired by a Halloween story I remember from the old board (or maybe even the old old board) that, unfortunately, seems to be lost forever. (Or I just simply can't find it myself) Also, also, the actual ENF portion ends kind of early. But regardless, I hope you enjoy!

Warning: Story contains a bit of unwanted sexual contact, namely groping.

It was Halloween night and Crystal had still not figured out what she was going to dress up as for the Halloween party. It was starting in a mere 2 hours. She had scoured every store that sold costumes, even thoroughly explored the famous “Creepy Caverns” store, yet she was just stumped. Finally, she found a black short-sleeved shirt emblazoned with a mischievous pumpkin. Convinced it would have to suffice; she swiftly purchased it and dashed home.

An hour and a half later, fresh from a revitalizing shower, Crystal slipped into a black lace bra and matching panties, pairing them with a snug pair of short shorts that accentuated her curves, all to complement her pumpkin shirt. She then tousled her sun-kissed red beach wavy hair, letting it cascade around her shoulders like a fiery waterfall. Gazing into the mirror, her hazel eyes sparkled with admiration for her reflection. Throughout high school and college, she had been celebrated as a red-headed olive-skinned bombshell, and now, at 27 years old, she was an atom bomb baby, bursting with confidence and allure.

Feeling satisfied with her impromptu “Halloween costume,” Crystal slipped on a pair of stylish shoes that completed her ensemble and strode out the door. Mounting her sleek e-bike, she felt the warmth of the southwestern heat wrap around her like a comforting embrace, defying the seasonal chill of October as she pedaled toward the party warehouse, excitement bubbling within her for the night ahead.

As she arrived and stepped into the bustling building, the party was already in full swing, pulsating with life and energy. The DJ, stationed in a corner with an impressive setup, was spinning remixes of classic Halloween tunes, infusing the air with rhythmic beats that electrified the atmosphere. The dance floor was a vibrant tapestry of partygoers, each adorned in a dazzling array of costumes—witches, vampires, superheroes, and fantastical creatures mingling together. Overhead, a kaleidoscope of orange, purple, and green lights danced across the room, casting an enchanting glow that shifted and swirled around the crowd. The walls were festooned with elaborate Halloween decorations—grinning jack-o’-lanterns, spider webs, and eerie silhouettes adding to the spooky ambiance. A long table groaned under the weight of Halloween-themed delicacies, from ghost-shaped cookies to bat-wing cupcakes, each treat crafted with festive flair. Beside the feast, an assortment of alcohol stood ready to quench thirsts, inviting guests to indulge and celebrate under the hauntingly delightful spell of the night.

As Crystal wove her way into the bustling crowd, the cascade of compliments began almost instantly

“Looking good, baby,” purred a man clad in a swashbuckling Puss in Boots outfit, his voice smooth and playful.

“Love the hair,” chimed in a woman adorned in shimmering, ethereal fairy attire, her eyes sparkling with approval.

Yet, alongside the chorus of compliments came curious inquiries about Crystal's choice of "costume." The room was a vibrant tapestry of creativity, with everyone else, including the DJ, enveloped in elaborate Halloween costumes that ranged from eerie to enchanting. But the best she could manage was a pumpkin shirt. As good as it looked, she knew it paled in comparison to the extravagant ensembles around her. Despite the simplicity of her attire, Crystal was resolute in her decision to savor every moment of the lively gathering.

Sometime later, Crystal found herself by the lavishly set table of food, indulging in some spider deviled eggs. The aroma of savory spices and creamy yolk filled the air as she helped herself to the delicacies. Suddenly, a voice she recognized all too well pierced through the chatter of the party.

“You call that a costume?” the voice rang out, dripping with sarcasm.

Crystal spun around, her gaze landing on a striking familiar figure. There, clad in a meticulously detailed cowgirl outfit, complete with a fringed vest and cowboy boots, stood Bretta, her long, blonde hair cascading like a waterfall over her shoulders, her piercing green eyes fixed on Crystal with a familiar intensity. Bretta had been Crystal’s nemesis throughout high school—a radiant bombshell in her own right, who commanded attention wherever she went. Despite her own allure, Bretta had harbored a simmering jealousy towards Crystal, which often manifested as animosity. Yet beneath the surface, unbeknownst to most, Bretta nursed a secret crush on Crystal, though her way of expressing it was anything but endearing. Crystal, on the other hand, had never actually harbored any real animosity towards the blonde girl and most of the time, she felt like the rivalry was actually one sided. She even thought her and Bretta could be good friends, if Bretta would just lay down her guard and set aside the unfounded rivalry. But she never did, clearly not even into their adult lives.

“Oh, hi, Bretta...,” Crystal greeted, her voice laced with forced politeness, her attempt at feigning enthusiasm failing miserably.

“I guess little Miss Perfect is too good to dress up for Halloween, huh?” Bretta taunted, her lips curling into a sneer.

“No, I just... couldn't think of what to wear...” Crystal replied, her voice trailing off.

“Knowing you, I’m surprised you didn’t just choose to wear nothing,” Bretta retorted with another sneer, her words sharp as a knife.

“Can we just not?” Crystal implored, dismissing Bretta's insinuation. “We’re grown women now.”

“Whatever,” Bretta shot back, her voice filled with disdain, before turning on her heel to leave, her cowgirl boots clicking against the floor.

The party surged on, a wild symphony of laughter, music, and the clinking of glasses as everyone danced with increasing abandon, the alcohol making them more uninhibited with each passing moment. Crystal was swept up in the revelry, moving to the beat, her spirits high despite the nagging presence of her high school nemesis and her lack of a proper costume. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds, and soon, through the throng, two more familiar faces emerged, making their way toward her.

“Hi, Crystal,” a voice chimed, cutting through the noise. Crystal turned to see Laura and Jessica, each clad in a medical-themed ensemble—a doctor and a nurse—complete with stethoscopes and embroidered name tags. As twin sisters with identical black curly hair and striking blue eyes, Laura and Jessica always exuded an air of mischief, their pranks often harmless but leaving Crystal to wonder what other antics they might orchestrate behind closed doors.

“Hi, girls,” Crystal replied, her smile warm and welcoming, despite that.

“So, where’s your costume?” Jessica inquired, her eyes twinkling with playful curiosity.

“I, well, this is it,” Crystal confessed, gesturing sheepishly at the pumpkin design emblazoned on her shirt.

“Oh c’mon,” Laura teased, her voice dripping with mock disbelief. “Is that the best our red-headed atom bomb baby could muster?”

“I just couldn’t decide on anything else,” Crystal admitted with a shrug.

“Well,” Laura said, her tone conspiratorial, “there’s a costume contest, and the winner bags a really cool prize.”

“What is it?” Crystal asked, her interest piqued.

“We aren’t sure,” Jessica replied with a mysterious smile. “But wouldn’t you like a shot at winning?”

“Maybe,” Crystal said, a touch of resignation creeping into her voice. “But this is all I have, so that’s not happening.”

“It’s not too late, though,” Laura suggested, her eyes glinting with mischief. “You can still get a proper costume.”

“Uh, how?” Crystal asked skeptically. “It’s almost 10. I’m pretty sure most costume shops are closed by now. And even if they weren’t, it wouldn’t be worth the hassle.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” Laura assured her, a sly grin spreading across her face. “We have a costume idea for you, and you actually already have everything you need for it.”

“Uh, okay,” Crystal responded, bewilderment etched on her face. “What?”

“You can be… Lady Godiva!” Jessica announced with a flourish.

“Who?”

“Don’t tell us you don’t know who Lady Godiva is,” Laura said, incredulity in her tone.

“Uh… no.”

“Well, no matter, you can still be her!”

“Okay, how would I dress up as her?” Crystal asked.

“Oh, there’s no dressing up involved,” Jessica replied, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“What do you mean?” Crystal pressed, curiosity mingled with confusion.

“We’ll show you. Here, give me your hands,” Jessica instructed, reaching out with a playful glint in her eye.

Crystal, brows furrowed in confusion, tentatively reached out and took Jessica’s hands. In an instant, Jessica seized the moment and yanked Crystal's arms above her head, fingers clasping around her wrists like vice grips.

“Alright, Laura, go!” Jessica commanded, her voice slicing through the air like a whip.

Crystal felt Laura’s hands, cold and decisive, grab the hem of her shirt, jerking it upward and over her head in one swift motion. Before she could protest, Crystal was standing half-naked, the cool air kissing her newly exposed stomach and the black bra that hugged her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Crystal stammered, panic surging through her veins like wildfire. She attempted to wrench free from Jessica’s grasp, but she held on with an iron grip, her fingers digging into Crystal's wrists.

“We’re getting you into your costume, silly!” Jessica chirped, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Laura, moving with the efficiency of a machine, slipped off Crystal’s shoes and peeled away her socks. Next, her nimble fingers worked the button of Crystal’s short shorts, the denim falling open to reveal a glimpse of what lay beneath.

“Can’t we go somewhere private for this?” Crystal pleaded, her voice trembling with desperation.

“No, that’s pointless when everyone will see everything anyway,” Jessica retorted, a wicked smile playing on her lips.

“Everything?” Crystal echoed, her heart pounding in her chest.

In one swift, brutal motion, Laura yanked down Crystal’s shorts and panties, the fabric pooling at her ankles. Crystal stood there, bottomless, her pear-shaped ass and the thin landing strip of hair above her pussy exposed to the open air and prying eyes. Before she could even fully process what was happening, Laura unclasped Crystal's black bra, freeing her perky, c-cup breasts, nipples hardening in the chill.

“There,” Laura said, satisfied with her work. “Now you’re Lady Godiva!”

Crystal now stood utterly naked in the middle of the room, the strobe lights painting her bare skin with flickering, colorful kisses. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd, their eyes wide with shock and excitement as they drank in the sight of her. Crystal’s cheeks turned deep crimson red, matching the fiery hue of her hair, as she felt the weight of their gazes enveloping her.

“My clothes!” Crystal cried, her voice trembling, barely audible in the rising tide of cheers and laughter, as she scrambled to cover herself. “Give me back my clothes!”

Laura and Jessica didn't listen though. Satisfied with their ruthless show, they instead hurled her clothes into the throng, where each piece was greedily snatched and flaunted like trophies.

“C’mon Crystal,” Jessica said, with a teasing lilt. “It’s Halloween, and you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.”

However, Crystal, despite how confident she usually felt, she still didn’t feel like it went far enough for her to feel comfortable being naked in front of other people, especially a crowd as big as this one. The dampness that was now growing between her legs told a different story though.

Keeping herself covered, Crystal turned and tried running for the exit. But a crowd of bodies blocked her path. They tore her arms away from her body and then, hands reached out grabbing her boobs and slapping her ass. Crystal fought them off as best she could, but the relentless assaults from the drunk crowd continued, each touch increasing her arousal more and more. Meanwhile, the air buzzed with the clicks and flashes of phones.

Amidst the chaos was Bretta, who was standing nearby looking as pleased as ever. She casually offered the twins $100 to strip Crystal naked, a proposition they readily accepted, their judgment clouded by alcohol and their penchant for mischief. Bretta was determined to “take Crystal down a peg or two,” with the bonus being that she got to see her secret crush in all her nude glory and record every bit of it on her phone. She couldn’t wait to masturbate to this video every night from then on.

“Please, stop,” Crystal pleaded to the crowd. “And please give me back my clothes!”

"Oh, come on, Crystal, you're enjoying yourself!" Bretta taunted, her voice dripping with venomous pleasure. "Look at that wet pussy!"

The laughter erupted again, and Crystal felt like she was drowning in a sea of humiliation.

Then, she felt someone tap her shoulder. Crystal turned around to find a man dressed in a pirate costume standing there, an amused grin on his face as he held out her shorts. Desperate for some coverage, Crystal reached out eagerly, but just as her fingers grazed the fabric, he mischievously pulled it away and tossed it to another partygoer. Then, a woman dressed as the Grim Reaper held out Crystal’s panties for her, only to retract them at the last moment and toss them to someone else. This set off a relentless and chaotic game of keep-away, with Crystal caught in the middle, darting around the room, her heart pounding in her chest. Each time she lunged for a piece of clothing, it was snatched away and tossed to another person, the air filled with the sound of laughter and teasing shouts. The room seemed to pulse with energy, the cheers growing louder and more boisterous with each failed attempt.

The game continued for what felt like an eternity, until finally, Crystal, drenched in sweat and utterly exhausted, collapsed onto her hands and knees on the cool floor. She did not think about the marvelous view of her clitoris she was now providing to the hammered crowd. Crystal stayed in that position, just trying to catch her breath.

Suddenly, she gasped, nearly screaming, as she felt a shock of ice-cold water cascading over her body. Crystal looked up, her hair plastered to her face, to see Bretta holding the large water bowl, which had been untouched by the crowd the entire night.

“You looked like you needed cooling off,” Bretta taunted, her voice dripping with mock innocence.

Naked, soaking wet and shivering, Crystal braced herself for the next wave of depravity. Then, Bretta straddled her back. “Giddy up! she yelled, slapping Crystal’s ass. “Ride like the wind, Bullseye!”

Crystal, feeling utterly defeated, crawled across the floor, her movements slow and reluctant, like a downtrodden animal paraded before a crowd eager for entertainment. Bretta continued to “ride” Crystal, slapping her ass every time she slowed down and ensuring every single person got a view of her clit. As time dragged on, Crystal's strength waned, her limbs finally giving out beneath her. She collapsed fully onto the floor. Bretta stood up, her lips curling into a smug smirk, satisfied with how effectively her scheme to "bring Crystal down a peg or two" seemed to have succeeded.

It was then that the DJ's voice boomed through the speakers, capturing everyone's attention.

“And now, it’s time to announce the winner for the best costume contest. Our winner is… Crystal Baker!”

Crystal lay sprawled on the ground, hardly believing her ears, as the crowd erupted into cheers. Her heart skipped a beat when she felt the warm grasp of hands lifting her. The crowd, a sea of jubilant faces, hoisted her high and carried her towards the DJ's booth. She was gently set down beside him.

“Congratulations, baby,” he declared, his face beaming with a wide, infectious grin.

With a flourish, he placed a shimmering crown atop her head, its jewels catching the light in a dazzling display. He then handed her a bottle of champagne and a check for $500. Crystal reluctantly accepted the rewards; her nudity turned into an emblem of victory. She turned to face the roaring crowd, their voices merging into a cacophony of her name. Her gaze traveled down at her naked body, her eyes pausing on her pussy, which was now soaking wet. In that moment, something within her shifted. Here she was in all her beautiful nude glory, the life of the party. They were loving it, her body was loving it, what did she have to be ashamed of?

“Thank you, thank you!” she shouted, her voice carrying over the throng.

With a decisive twist, she uncorked the champagne bottle, sending a frothy cascade over her bare skin. The cool liquid trickled down her stomach and breasts, mingling with the warmth of her flesh. Crystal raised the bottle to her lips, taking a long, celebratory swig before setting it aside.

“Now, c’mon, let’s party!” she exclaimed with exuberance.

Crystal rejoined the dance floor; her embarrassment over her nudity gone and forgotten. The music surged back to life, and she moved with abandon, her body swaying in perfect harmony with the rhythm. The crowd surged to join her, eager to share in the dance, many reaching out to twirl and sway alongside Crystal in her moment of uninhibited joy.

Nearby, Bretta just stood there, slack jawed. She could not believe her plan had ultimately failed. She thought she had been successful in bringing Crystal down. But there she was, dancing the night away, reveling in her nakedness, completely uninhibited and radiant under the party lights. It was then that Bretta felt her animosity towards Crystal begin to melt away, leaving only her crush and a sense of admiration.

Even still, a fire ignited in her belly—a familiar competitive (typically one sided) heat that had burned throughout their high school years. With a decisive gulp, she downed her drink and slammed the empty glass on a nearby table.

"Two can play at this game," she whispered to herself.

Without hesitation, Bretta threw her hat away. Then, she kicked off her cowgirl boots, sending them flying across the floor. Her fingers worked swiftly at the buttons of her fringed vest, which she peeled off and tossed aside, exposing a white bra. Some of the crowd noticed the commotion and turned their attention toward her. Bretta's eyes never left Crystal as she shimmied out of her denim shorts, revealing her pink thong underneath. Bretta unhooked her bra, freeing her full breasts, slightly larger than Crystal’s. With one final, dramatic gesture, she slid her thong down her legs and kicked it away, revealing a neat triangle of blonde pubic hair above her pussy and a perfectly rounded ass.

Now completely naked, Bretta scooped up her discarded garments and flung each piece into the enthusiastic crowd. Then, she strode confidently toward Crystal, her hips swaying with each step, her blonde hair cascading over her bare shoulders and her green eyes filled with determination. The partygoers whooped and hollered as they created a path for her. Crystal's eyes widened as Bretta approached, her naked body glistening under the shifting lights.

"Room for one more?" Bretta asked, her voice husky with a mixture of challenge and desire. She slid in front of her, matching Crystal's rhythm as they both danced, their bare bodies only a foot apart.

"Well, you've done it again, Baker," Bretta said, her voice laced with a mix of admiration and frustration.

"Done what?" Crystal asked, her brow furrowing in curiosity.

"Outdone me..." Bretta replied, her words trailing off as if weighed down by a hidden burden.

"How so? I never tried to outdo you," Crystal responded, genuinely puzzled.

"It was me," Bretta confessed, her usually bright green eyes suddenly unable to meet Crystal’s gaze, now filled with a hint of regret. "I offered the twins money to strip you."

Crystal's expression shifted from confusion to a quiet understanding. "But why, Bretta?"

"I... I wanted to humiliate you, bring you down... Obviously, it backfired..." Bretta's voice was barely a whisper, a shadow of its usual confident tone.

Crystal paused, letting Bretta's words sink in, considering the weight of their implication.

"Well," she finally said, her voice warm and forgiving. "Maybe I should thank you. I now feel more confident than ever before!"

Bretta glanced up briefly, a reluctant smile tugging at her lips. "Yeah, I can see that," she admitted. "And I still got to see you naked, Hehe." Her laughter was light, a fragile attempt at humor that floated between them.

The music swirled around them, and they continued to dance, their movements fluid and synchronized with the rhythm.

"I'm sorry," Bretta continued, her voice softer now, filled with a sincerity that was hard to miss. "Sorry for everything, for always being a bitch." Her eyes were downcast, even as her feet moved gracefully across the dance floor.

"I let my jealousy get the best of me..."

"But why be jealous of me though?" Crystal inquired, her tone gentle yet probing.

Bretta sighed, a soft exhalation that seemed to carry years of unspoken words. "Well, look at you! You’ve always been so beautiful and confident, even more so now!"

"Bretta," Crystal said, her lips curling into a warm smile. "You’ve always been beautiful too. And clearly, you’re confident as well!"

"Thank you," Bretta said, her smile returning, this time more genuine. "That’s not all though," she continued, her smile fading as she prepared to reveal more of her hidden truths.

“I've always had a crush on you, Crystal. Since sophomore year. I never knew how to handle it, so I... I was awful instead."

Crystal froze mid-movement, her body stilling as the words sank in. "You... what?"

"I've always wanted you," Bretta admitted, her voice barely audible above the music. "Watching you tonight, seeing how beautiful you are, how confident... I couldn't keep pretending."

Crystal studied Bretta's face, searching for any sign of mockery or deceit, but found only vulnerability.

"That's a hell of a way to show someone you like them," Crystal finally said, resuming her dance, allowing her body to move closer to Bretta's.

Bretta laughed, a nervous sound. "I know. I'm sorry. I've been terrible at this whole... feelings thing."

The DJ transitioned to a throbbing bass line that seemed to vibrate through the floor and into their bare feet. Crystal made a decision and reached out, pulling Bretta against her until their naked bodies pressed together, skin to skin.

"Show me now," Crystal whispered into Bretta's ear. "Show me how you really feel."

Bretta's breath caught as Crystal's hands slid down to her hips. The party continued around them, but they had created their own world on the dance floor, years of misplaced rivalry melting away with each synchronized movement. The twins, Laura and Jessica, exchanged knowing glances from the sidelines. Their prank had taken an unexpected turn, evolving into something neither they nor anyone else at the party had anticipated.

"I want to make it up to you," Bretta said, her hands exploring the curve of Crystal's waist, sliding up to just beneath her breasts. The touch sent electric currents through Crystal's body, making her nipples harden.

"I think you already have," Crystal replied, her voice husky with desire.

Their bodies moved together in perfect harmony, the friction of skin against skin creating a delicious tension between them. Crystal's hands found their way to Bretta's ass, squeezing gently, pulling her closer, their breasts pressed together tightly. The sensation of Bretta's hardened nipples against her own sent a jolt of pleasure straight to Crystal's core.

"I never thought this would happen," Bretta confessed, her lips brushing against Crystal's ear. "I've dreamed about touching you for so long."

Crystal responded by capturing Bretta's lips with her own, a kiss that started tentative but quickly blazed into something fierce and hungry. Bretta moaned into her mouth, her tongue seeking Crystal's in a dance as old as time.

When they finally broke apart, breathless, Crystal glanced around at the crowd. They had been watching them closely the whole time, cheering them on and of course many of them had been recording everything on their phones.

"Let's give them something to really watch," Crystal whispered, even more confidence surging through her veins.

She guided Bretta to a nearby table, clearing it with one sweep of her arm. Glasses clattered to the floor, but no one seemed to care. With gentle pressure, Crystal eased Bretta onto her back, the blonde's hair splaying across the wooden surface.

"Crystal," Bretta gasped, her eyes wide with anticipation as Crystal climbed onto the table, straddling her former rival.

The crowd cheered as Crystal leaned down, trailing kisses from Bretta's neck to her collarbone, then lower to the swell of her breasts. When her mouth closed around one of Bretta's nipples, the blonde arched her back, a moan escaping her lips that seemed to reverberate through the entire warehouse.

Crystal's hands wandered lower, tracing patterns on Bretta's stomach before finding the wet heat between her legs. Bretta's thighs parted instinctively, welcoming Crystal's touch.

"Please," Bretta begged, her voice thick with need.

Crystal obliged, her fingers sliding through Bretta's pussy, finding her already slick with desire. She circled Bretta's clit with deliberate slowness, watching as the blonde writhed beneath her.

"More," Bretta demanded, her hips bucking upward.

The DJ had switched to a slower, more sensual beat that perfectly matched their rhythm. Crystal slipped two fingers inside Bretta, feeling her walls clench around them. The crowd had formed a circle around the table, their eyes wide with lust as they watched the two naked women pleasuring each other.

"Oh god, Crystal," Bretta moaned, her head thrown back, blonde hair cascading over the edge of the table. Her body undulated beneath Crystal's expert touch, years of pent-up desire finally finding release.

Crystal leaned down, her lips brushing against Bretta's ear. "All those years of being mean to me... is this what you really wanted?"

"Yes," Bretta gasped as Crystal's thumb found her clit, circling it in time with her thrusting fingers. "Always... wanted you."

The confession sent a surge of heat through Crystal's body. She increased her pace, curling her fingers to hit that sweet spot inside Bretta that made her cry out. The blonde's thighs began to tremble, her breathing growing ragged.

"Let go," Crystal commanded softly. "Let everyone see how beautiful you are when you cum."

Bretta's eyes flew open, locking with Crystal's hazel gaze as her orgasm crashed through her. Her body arched off the table, a primal cry tearing from her throat as waves of pleasure consumed her. Crystal continued her ministrations, drawing out every last tremor until Bretta collapsed, spent and glowing.

The crowd erupted in applause, whistles and cheers filling the warehouse. Crystal smiled down at Bretta, who looked up at her with newfound wonder.

"My turn," Bretta said, her voice still breathless but determined. With surprising strength, she flipped their positions, pressing Crystal's back against the cool surface of the table.

Crystal laughed, delighted by Bretta's eagerness. "Show me what you've got, cowgirl."

Bretta's green eyes sparkled with mischief as she lowered herself between Crystal's legs. "I've imagined this so many times," she confessed, her breath hot against Crystal's inner thigh.

The first touch of Bretta's tongue against her core made Crystal gasp. Bretta was methodical, exploring every fold, discovering what made the red head moan and what made her writhe. When she found Crystal's clit, she lavished it with attention, alternating between gentle licks and firm pressure.

Crystal's hands found their way to Bretta's hair, fingers tangling in blonde locks as she guided her. The sensation was exquisite, pleasure building in waves that threatened to overwhelm her. The knowledge that dozens of eyes were on them, watching their most intimate moment, only heightened her arousal.

"Don't stop," Crystal pleaded as Bretta slid two fingers inside her, curling them upward while her tongue continued its relentless assault on her clit.

The dual stimulation was too much. Crystal felt herself teetering on the edge, her body tensing as the familiar pressure built within her core. The lights seemed to pulse in rhythm with her heartbeat, the crowd's cheers becoming a distant roar as all her focus narrowed to Bretta's skilled ministrations.

"That's it," Bretta murmured against her flesh, the vibration of her words sending the red head spiraling toward release. "Cum for me, beautiful."

Crystal's climax hit her like lightning, her back arching off the table as pleasure coursed through every nerve ending. She cried out Bretta's name, her thighs clamping around the blonde's head as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her. The crowd's applause seemed to synchronize with her pulsing heartbeat as she rode out the intense sensation.

When the tremors finally subsided, Crystal lay panting on the table, her skin glistening with perspiration under the party lights. Bretta crawled up beside her, pressing soft kisses along her stomach and chest before their lips met in a tender embrace.

"That was incredible," Crystal whispered, still catching her breath.

"Worth the wait," Bretta replied with a satisfied smile, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on Crystal's skin.

The DJ's voice boomed over the speakers again. "Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have ourselves a new Halloween tradition!"

The crowd roared its approval, and Crystal found herself laughing, the absurdity and exhilaration of the entire evening washing over her. She sat up on the table, pulling Bretta with her, and looked out at the sea of costumed faces surrounding them.

"Well," she said, her voice carrying over the music, "this certainly wasn't the Halloween I planned."

"Best Halloween party ever," someone shouted from the crowd, eliciting more laughter and cheers.

Then, dancing resumed, Crystal and Bretta of course keeping close together, their hands intertwined, their nude bodies pressed tightly together, remaining that way for the rest of the night, years of animosity transformed into something beautiful.

As the vibrant party finally wound down, the clock ticking past 3 AM, Crystal and Bretta made their way towards the exits, their fingers still lovingly intertwined. Just then, a thought flashed across Bretta's mind, causing her to pause.

“Um, should we try to get our clothes back?” she inquired; her voice tinged with amusement and a hint of concern.

Crystal scanned their surroundings, the remnants of the party scattered about, yet there was no sign of their missing garments, nor anyone likely to return them. A soft laugh bubbled up from her throat.

“Yeah, I don’t think that’s happening,” Crystal replied, her voice light and carefree, a giggle escaping her lips.

Bretta shrugged, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Well, oh well, I guess!”

With that, the pair of naked lovers stepped into the cool embrace of the early morning.

“How did you get here?” Bretta asked, curiosity piqued. “Do you need a ride?”

Crystal shook her head, her eyes twinkling with the thrill of the night. “Nah, I’ve got my E-bike.”

A grin spread across Bretta's face. “Cool, me too!” she exclaimed with excitement.

Together, they navigated through the lingering shadows toward their bikes, the anticipation of the night’s continuation buzzing between them. As they mounted their rides, Crystal turned to Bretta, her eyes sparkling with playful intent.

“Well, shall we head to my place for more fun?” she proposed, her voice a blend of suggestion and laughter. “And well, some sleep of course, haha.”

“Oh, definitely,” Bretta responded with enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling with anticipation.

As the two women pedaled through the dimly lit streets, the cool night air caressed their bare skin. They laughed together, exhilarated by their nakedness and the shared adventure of riding home without a stitch of clothing.

When they arrived at Crystal's apartment, they barely made it through the door before falling into each other's arms again, their passion reignited. The night stretched into morning as they explored each other's bodies, making up for years of misplaced animosity with tender touches and passionate embraces.

As dawn broke, they lay tangled together in Crystal's bed, the soft morning light painting their skin in golden hues.

“You know,” Crystal murmured. “I never would’ve guessed that my inability to pick a proper Halloween costume would lead to this!

[Somebody]

Always like seeing the mean girl apologize