Ghost and goblins

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My rich girlfriend invited me to her family’s Halloween party. Little did I know it was actually an orgy!
So, you’ll be coming to the party this year?” Samantha, my girlfriend’s little sister asked eagerly, jumping into the couch next to me. It wasn’t hard to see she seemed to be crushing on me, but I had no idea what Jessica had told her about me and us. For me it was nerve wracking. She was old enough to be a knockout, but young enough to get me into trouble. And even if I wasn’t dating her sister, knowing her father was a big shot lawyer ensured that there was no way I was going to get in trouble being stupid with her tail-bait body. Every time I was over at her place I made very sure to be completely proper around her at all times.

“That’s the plan,” I answered, looking over to Jessica who was cooking with her mother in the kitchen. She smiled back at me, then turned away to her chore, so I resolved to entertain Sam until dinner was served.

“I’m so excited! Since my birthday is in two days Daddy is finally letting me go this year!” she practically screamed with joy. I knew there was going to be drinking and costumes, but even at eighteen she wasn’t legal to drink yet. But if it’s her father’s party I’m sure she couldn’t get into too much trouble. I had long since gotten over being excited for Halloween parties myself. Most nowadays were just big singles hookups with lots of alcohol, and since I’d somehow scored the hottest and smartest girl I’d ever met, there was no point to them anymore. In fact I was only even going because it was Jessica that had asked me to come as her date.

“Got a costume picked out already?” I asked, taking a sip from my soda can.

“Jess didn’t tell you much about the party did she?” Sam asked, already knowing the answer, with a strange crooked smile on her face.

“Umm, only that she already has a costume picked out for me,” I responded confused.

“Okay then,” she looked up at the ceiling for a moment, in thought I guess, then said, “Then I think you are going to be in for a great time,” then made finger guns at me, pretending to shoot me. I had no idea what she was talking about, but she just winked at me as if she’d just given me some kind of obvious clue, but either I missed it, or just didn’t get the reference. With way dinner was called and we both joined the rest of her family for a nice chicken dinner that was almost as big as my family’s Thanksgiving. Granted it was for five, and they were much wealthier than my family was, and being an only child there were two less people at our meals, but it was still pretty shocking how much food was filling the large table.
I’d never been over for dinner before, and while I think it was big as a welcome to me, I think they also were used to bigger meals in general. We ate and talked about college, and I think I made a good impression talking about my goals to someday be a great lawyer like her father was, even if I was working and taking out huge loans to get the same schooling their daughter was attending, no doubt easily being paid for on their family money. But I knew she wasn’t just a spoiled rich girl, but could someday be a great lawyer herself if she wanted to, though sometimes she pulled back in class instead of hammering her arguments. That was actually how I asked her out last year, taking up her point and then sealing it with a great case-study I’d just read about. She thanked me after class and I don’t know where the boldness came from, but I told her she could make it up to me over dinner, and she said yes.

We were friends and study partners for a few months, then one long night of preparing, her long brown hair looking frazzled at two in the morning in the very empty library, and I couldn’t help myself but lean in and kiss her. Our lips touched, and as soon as I realized that I’d actually done what my tired brain wanted to do, instead of just imagining it, I was worried I’d crossed the line, but suddenly she was kissing me back so I just went all in. We made out for a dozen minutes, then she politely broke away, saying it was time to get to bed. I agreed, and we picked up, then held hands walking back to the dorms, and as I stopped, hoping to kiss her goodnight before turning back to my own dorm, she asked, “Backing out already?”

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