Happy Halloween. :)))
It's a nice way to wake up.
There was a little chill in the autumn air, but I had a warm body next to me. Her head rested on my chest and her firm breasts pressed against me. One leg was between mine, and I could feel the touch of her smooth-shaven sex against my hip. I absently stroked her long, dark hair, and let out a sigh of contentment.
Then I came fully awake and my eyes widened as I remembered who was sharing my bed...
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The night before: Halloween
The latest procession of inebriated guests told me that the party was winding down. Thankfully, Jeanie appeared to have kept her promise and abstained from drinking. She looked steady - and a little irritated - as she helped a stumbling sexy devil up the basement stairs. Jeanie was dressed as a sexy Snow White, and a sexy nurse trailed behind.
Every costume the girls were wearing was of the sexy variety. It had nearly given me a heart attack when the guests started arriving for my daughter's party, and it had gone on all night as they came up to use the bathroom. Dani's skin-tight Black Widow costume didn't help that at all. I had to accept that she was eighteen, but I didn't have to like it.
Of course, her costume didn't present much of a threat at that moment, nor had it for about an hour. She was slumped in a chair - passed out drunk. With Jeanie's departure, only a couple of my daughter's closest friends remained, so I decided it was safe enough to see about helping her to her room. She'd have been embarrassed to death to have her father drag her back upstairs in front of everyone, so I'd shook my head, rolled my eyes, and waited.
She'd learn her folly come the morning. I knew that all too well from my own youth - long ago as it was.
It appeared I wasn't the only one who had that idea when my daughter's best friend Amy walked into view. I let out a silent mental whistle when I saw her bend over and begin giving my daughter light slaps on the cheek, trying to rouse her. Amy wore a stretchy red top emblazoned with the Incredibles logo, which left her midriff bare, black elbow-length gloves, thigh-high black stockings, and a mask. It was her final choice that took the costume to a whole different level, though. She was wearing a pair of bright red and black panties.
Yes, I looked. How could I not? Her tight young butt looked incredible in the dancing light cast by the ceramic jack-o-lanterns and other decorations.
She wasn't having much luck, though. Dani stirred, and appeared to be protesting, but she certainly wasn't getting up.
I continued down the stairs and saw my daughter's other close friend Cindy sprawled on a second-hand couch. Someone had thrown a blanket over her, and she looked as comfortable as she was going to get. Amy turned and smiled at me when the fifth stair squeaked beneath my feet. She then gestured toward Dani.
I chuckled and asked, "Need a hand getting her upstairs?"
"I doubt she can get up, let alone walk."
"She'll be regretting it in the morning. So will Cindy, I think," I said as I finished descending and walked toward her. I honestly have no idea how I kept my eyes in my head, other than the constant exposure to my daughter's lithe young friends.
"Sucks to be them."
As if all the exposed skin wasn't difficult enough to endure, I noticed Amy's nipples poking at her costume. They were as big around as my fingertip, and there was no way there was a bra between them and the red fabric.
"We'll see if you get away without a hangover. Need a ride home, or are you staying?" I asked as I pulled my eyes away from the sight.
There was a glint of mischief in her eyes when she answered, "I think I'll stay."
