I was forcing myself to read a painfully dull book for my political science class, only because I was dreading studying for statistics even more, when the landline phone in my off-campus apartment rang.
Glad for any distraction, I picked up with a too-perky “Hello!”
“You are way too excited for 9 a.m. on a Sunday, Lily. I can only assume that you have had another boring weekend and were in bed by 10 p.m. last night,” Eve said. “If things are that slow, why didn’t you drive down here? We could have had a lot of fun.”
I had not seen Eve since we had a wild night a couple months earlier, starting at the strip club where she worked and ending up in her bed. It was my first girl-girl experience, and it was amazing and a little nerve-wracking. I went back to campus for the start of my junior year a few days later. She had called me, begging me to spend a weekend with her. But I was a serious student. I was worried that I would enjoy going to see her too much, and end up falling behind in school or worse.
“Well, I did get to bed early, but only because I have three tests this week,” I said. “I would have loved to have seen you, but I needed to study.”
“I figured you were busy, or you would at least claim you were busy,” Eve said. “No worries, we will definitely see each other next weekend.”
“I doubt I can break away then, either,” I said. “I am sorry Eve, but I may not be back in town until Thanksgiving.”
“That’s why I am coming to you,” she said.
I was surprised and nervous, but excited about the prospect of being with Eve here. I imagined waking up with her in my apartment, wrapping my legs around her long, brown limbs and kissing her neck as the sun came up. I was getting damp thinking about it.
“Really?” was all I could muster.
“Yeah, ‘really.’ Some guys I know are putting on a show at a huge Halloween sorority party near your campus Friday night,” she said. “I am coming to emcee. And to see you. Maybe we can even go trick or treating together. Or do something even naughtier.”
I looked up at the 1992 calendar on the wall. Next Saturday was Halloween. I had been so focused on school, I had not even thought about it.
“Oh my gosh,” I said. “That will be exciting. I can’t wait to see you.”
I was genuinely excited, but nervous about hanging out with Eve around campus. Many of my friends were very conservative. I was pretty prudish myself, at last I was until the last few months, during which I had a bit of a sexual awakening. Of course, most of my friends knew nothing about my erotic adventures, and they would be shocked if my stripper girlfriend(!!??) showed up.
But I was also very eager to see Eve again. And talking to her reinforced that.
“What kind of show are you emceeing?” I asked.
“Well – now don’t judge – but these guys are dancers. Strippers. Like Chippendales,” she said.
“Oh my,” I said.
“A sorority is having a party for two members who just got engaged. They rented a club Friday night. It will be a Halloween-themed male revue. I will be the ‘hype woman,’ keeping the energy up and encouraging the girls to loosen up and party.”
“You definitely are good at that,” I said, remembering how Eve had persuaded me to do some wild stuff I never would have considered without her prodding.
“It helps to have women onstage,” she said. “It makes the crowd feel more empowered and keeps them laughing. You should come, too. You could help me like you did at the club. Don’t worry about a costume. I will bring you one.”
“I don’t know Eve,” I said. “That was in a dark club with no one I knew. These women go to my college.”
“That’s why you need a costume. I’ll make sure it comes with a mask,” she said. “I will call you Friday. See you soon Lily. Think of me when you use your vibrators!”
Before I could respond, she hung up. My head was spinning with fear, nervousness and desire. I liked the idea of seeing Eve, and having a weekend to forget about schoolwork. But she made me push my boundaries, and that felt great but made me a little scared.
I sleepwalked through the motions of the week, constantly distracted about seeing Eve. At night, I would toss and turn and fantasize about her. I would think about taking her dark nipples into my mouth, about her tongue against my clit, her fingers pressing into me. I grabbed a vibrator that she had picked out for me, pulled my panties to the side and rubbed it against my clitoris.
The memory that turned me on the most was having my face between her coffee-colored thighs, licking her labia, feeling her walls contract around my fingers as she came. I loved using a strap-on to fuck her while I fingered her clit. I could almost taste her. A small orgasm rolled through my body, and I covered my mouth to hold back the moan.
By Friday afternoon I was a mess. My roommate had gone home for the weekend. I cleaned the apartment, tried on four different outfits and spent way too long on my hair and makeup. I jumped when I heard the knock on my door.
There was Eve, in her typical dressed down look, her perky tits straining against a thin T-shirt. I didn’t know if we would hug or kiss, but she immediately kissed me. I was nervous one of my neighbors would see us, so I pulled her into the apartment. My mind may have been worried, but there was no doubt how my body felt about Eve. I could feel my pussy open and dampen from just one kiss.
I wanted to pull her to my bed, but she stayed near the door.
“I can’t wait to hang out, but I have two carloads of male dancers waiting for us,” she said apologetically. “We can come back here later. Maybe watch some scary movies and have a great Halloween weekend.”
I smiled and kissed her again. Then grabbed my bag and followed her to the parking lot.
“This is Adam and George,” she said, waving at two gorgeous men in the first car. “But climb in the back of this car with Kolten and me. Luis is driving, and that’s Titus next to him.”
I slid into the backseat next to Kolten, a muscular Asian guy whose thick thighs took up half the car. Eve got in beside me.
“Hi Lily,” the guys said in unison.
I chatted nervously with the group as we drove, enjoying the sexy guy on my left and the beautiful woman on my right. We parked behind a dance club that I had been to a couple of times. We piled out, and the performers all grabbed bags of gear. Eve was almost giddy.
“I can’t wait for you to try on the Halloween costume I got for you!” she squealed. There was no dressing room in the small backstage area. There was a small changing screen, and Eve and I went behind it to get into costume. She pulled out a bag, and thrust it toward me. “This will be perfect,” she said. At the same time, she started putting on her own costume.
She quickly stepped out of her shoes and pants, and I stared at her long, brown legs, which led to an impossible-to-resist bottom. I couldn’t help it. I stood against her, placing both hands on her butt cheeks and stroking her. She smiled, and kissed me softly.
“There will be plenty of time for that later,” she said. Then, as if to test my control further, she took off her T-shirt and turned her perfect nipples to me. She looked incredible, wearing just a thong. I touched her breast, and she smiled again. But when I moved to take her nipple into my mouth, she spun away delicately. “Not yet, you impatient slut.”