Chapter 3

“You telling all them girls that,” Ayesha laughed accusingly.

“Uh huh, uh huh,” he laughed and stamped Liadan’s hand with a large ‘X.’

Inside, Ayesha paid the twenty five dollar entrance fee for the ‘Couples Costume’ category. Then, grabbing Liadan’s hand, she pulled an unresisting Liadan onto the dance floor.

The DJ was an attractive woman with bizarre makeup and black top that had been ripped to just below her areolae. The exposed portions of her breasts had been painted to look like pumpkins. When she turned, the severely short skirt showed that her butt cheeks had also been painted with jack o lanterns. Her right buttock had a smiling mouth visible and the left buttock had a garishly scowling mouth. In between each song, she gleefully announced ‘Happy Halloween!’ drawing cheers from the crowd.

Liadan and Ayesha danced very well together. Looking into each other’s eyes, they smiled happily. Whenever the DJ said ‘Happy Halloween!’ they both threw their hands up and whooped loudly.

“Hey, uh, you want to dance?” a ‘cowboy’ asked Liadan, ignoring the fact that she was clearly already dancing with someone else.

In answer, Liadan kissed Ayesha directly on her lips. Ayesha was startled; she’d not expected this. But, she did not pull away; she returned Liadan’s closed mouth kiss.

“Think that’s your answer, Cowboy,” Ayesha said to the startled cowboy. “She’s dancing with me.”

They kissed a few more times as they danced. They did not kiss for long moments, nor did they do any open mouthed kisses; they were in public. But each time they kissed, they would stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment, smiling.

At ten thirty, the dance floor was cleared and the individual costumes were judged in three categories; funniest, scariest, and most original. The DJ played ‘Monster Mash’ as the individuals just paraded around in a circle to the applause of the crowd.

“And now for our couples contest,” the DJ excitedly called out, playing ‘Ghostbusters’ as the nine couples paraded around in a circle. Liadan and Ayesha quickly bored of this and began to dance, somewhat provocatively as they made the circuit around the periphery.

“Aw yeah! Aw yeah!” Ayesha whooped as they won the one hundred dollar first place prize.

This time when they kissed, Liadan thrust her tongue into Ayesha’s mouth. The crowd whooped, screamed and cheered. Ayesha laughed happily and bowed. Liadan blushed, turning nearly as red as her costume, but took a bow for her adoring audience.

“Told you. Y’all had my vote,” the doorman smiled as the two laughing, happy girls left the nightclub.

“I, I cannot believe, I cannot believe I done that!” Liadan moaned, covering her face as they scurried toward Ayesha’s car.

“Me neither,” Ayesha laughed happily, unlocking her car.

“I, you hate me?” Liadan asked, slumped over in her seat.

“Hate you? What? No, no, why would I hate you?” Ayesha asked, peeling two twenties and a ten from the prize money.

“Because, because I’m gay,” Liadan whispered, looking hard at the floor of Ayesha’s car.

In answer, Ayesha reached over and softly pulled Liadan’s face toward her. Liadan gave a token resistance but Ayesha persisted and pulled Liadan to face her. When the two women faced each other, Ayesha leaned over and softly kissed Liadan’s mouth. Her hand softly cupped Liadan’s face as their lips touched.

That first kiss was soft, loving. Liadan burst into tears at the soft, loving gesture. Ayesha hugged the girl, letting her cry. Liadan clung to Ayesha with the desperation of a drowning woman.

Three or four minutes later, Liadan was in better control of herself. Ayesha gave her a second kiss, slowly opening her mouth. Liadan sucked Ayesha’s tongue into her mouth and the two enjoyed the soft, intimate moment.

“Want to come over? Spend the night?” Ayesha whispered, gently pulling away from the kiss.

“Oh, oh God yes,” Liadan whispered urgently.

At the Kelly home, Ayesha reminded Liadan to put her costume’s skirt on. Liadan shot her a grateful look as she did hurriedly wrap the short skirt around her waist, hiding her thong bottom from view. Her father had pursed his lips in disapproval that morning, then sighed and muttered that Liadan was now an adult. He would not be so lenient were he to see his daughter’s luscious pale white buttocks perched above fire engine red thigh high fishnet stockings.

A moment later, Liadan reappeared, carrying her clothing for tomorrow’s work day in one hand, a small duffel bag in the other. Ayesha zipped away toward her Arrow Court apartment.

“What I love about this complex? There’s a gate and if you don’t know the passcode? Too bad so sad; you ain’t getting in,” Ayesha said as she lowered her window to punch the code into the keypad.

“See, I had some guy recognize me? Creeped me out, following me all through the grocery store,” Ayesha said, parking in her assigned space.

“Recognized… From school or something?” Liadan asked, gathering her things together.

“Yeah, he’d seen me in the June issue of Crasseuse Magazine and thought that gave him the right to come up to me,” Ayesha said casually.

“Cra… Crasseuse? Magazine?” Liadan asked as Ayesha unlocked the door of her apartment.

“Uh huh. And tried following me home,” Ayesha said, flicking on the switch that illuminated the two lamps that sat on matching end tables.

The front room was a living room/dining room combination. The furniture on the living room side was boxy in appearance; a single light tweed chair that sat against the window, a small tweed couch that sat against the far wall, and an box style end table at either end of the couch. The small television sat on top of a third box table.

The dining table and chairs were square shaped, continuing the ‘box’ appearance.

Liadan’s admiration of Ayesha’s furniture was cut short by a kiss and full body hug from Ayesha. Liadan shivered in pleasure as Ayesha gently combed her fingers through Liadan’s long orange hair. Then Ayesha did the one thing guaranteed to make Liadan soak her panties; she softly nuzzled Liadan’s throat.

“Bedroom is…” Ayesha whispered, gently pulling Liadan down a short hall past the kitchenette on the left and the bathroom to the right.

The bedroom was furnished in shabby chic; washed out antique whites and light greens and pastel pinks. Liadan was not surprised to see that Ayesha made her bed. She was not surprised that the comforter was a puffy, fluffy light green with pink flowers. She was not surprised that there were at least eight pillows and even a large Raggedy Ann doll on the bed.

The soft light from the bedside lamp cast shadows throughout the room, giving their kisses a romantic glow. With another gentle nuzzle to Liadan’s throat, Ayesha gave Liadan a soft shove and Liadan sat on the edge of the bed. Smiling, Ayesha walked to the sliding doors of her closet and slid one side open. Her three inch heels went into her closet. She then reached between her thighs and unsnapped the crotch of her body stocking.

Liadan pouted; the skirt blocked her view of Ayesha’s pussy. Ayesha turned again, giving Liadan a teasing glimpse of her creamy brown buttocks. Liadan reached down and slid her skirt from about her hips. She then unsnapped the crotch of her body stocking. Removing her horns headband from her head, Liadan lay the headband on Ayesha’s nightstand. She did not take her eyes from Ayesha’s back as Ayesha worked the white long sleeved leotard from her body.

Liadan had never stopped to think of it, but looking at Ayesha’s soft brown back, beautiful buttocks covered by white skirt, bald head gleaming in the soft light, Liadan realized that the human back could be a very sexy sight. She watched the muscles flex and undulate as Ayesha worked her skirt down over her hips, fully revealing her chocolate globes. Liadan admired Ayesha’s sleek legs as the white stockings were quickly rolled down and removed.

“Oh!” Liadan gasped, seeing Ayesha’s bald mound when Ayesha turned.

“Yeah, they waxed it,” Ayesha admitted, slightly embarrassed. “Said it didn’t make sense; bald head and big old muff of hair, so…”

“They, they who?” Liadan asked, removing her red thigh high fishnet stockings.

“Hmm? Oh, Parasols. I did some pictures for them,” Ayesha admitted, approaching the bed.

Sitting on the bed, Ayesha put her left arm around Liadan’s waist. Leaning over, Ayesha pressed her plump lips to Liadan’s pouting lips. When Liadan opened her mouth, Ayesha slowly thrust her tongue into Liadan’s mouth. While they kissed, Ayesha slowly pushed Liadan’s costume upward. Liadan shivered as Ayesha drabbed her shiny white painted fingernails over Liadan’s exposed belly.

“Beautiful,” Ayesha whispered just before moving the scrap of cloth up, exposing Liadan’s pale breasts.

“Beautiful,” Liadan agreed, her senses overwhelmed.

The smell of Ayesha’s sweat was heavy in her nostrils; they’d danced together in a quite warm nightclub. She could also smell a faint hint of jasmine; most likely from the oils Ayesha used on her beautiful and sexy smooth head. The feeling of Ayesha’s soft hand against Liadan’s overheated flesh was almost burning her skin. The feeling of Ayesha’s fingernails raking against her sensitive belly was maddening as it tickled and enflamed her desires. The taste of Ayesha’s lips and tongue as they kissed; Liadan could taste the Sprite they’d guzzled at the nightclub. And the sound of Ayesha’s gentle voice filled the cavern in Liadan’s Skull. Yes, this moment was truly beautiful.

“Aahh!” Liadan sucked in a ragged breath as Ayesha’s fingernails raked across her right areole and rock hard nipple.

“Oh God!” Liadan cried out as Ayesha’s fingernails dug into her hard nipple.

Liadan flung her arms around Ayesha’s torso, pulling the woman tightly against her own torso. She frantically sucked kisses from Ayesha and moaned deep within her throat as Ayesha’s nipple play brought on a mild orgasm.

“Beautiful,” Ayesha repeated, her hand trapped between the two of them as Liadan clung to her.

Ayesha could smell Liadan’s sweat; it was not an unpleasant aroma. Kissing Liadan’s lips, sucking on Liadan’s tongue, she could taste Liadan’s mouth, could feel the softness of Liadan’s sweet tongue. Liadan’s flesh was soft to the touch; apparently Liadan used some sort of lotion on her supple skin. Liadan’s long red hair was silky soft against Ayesha’s arm. Her breasts were large and heavy. Liadan’s areole was rubbery, crinkled into tight little bumps under Ayesha’s fingernails. Liadan’s fat nipple was also rubbery in texture as Ayesha pinched lightly on the nub.

Her eyes, Ayesha determined that Liadan’s eyes were bewitching. Pulling from the kiss, Ayesha stared into Liadan’s eyes, then completed pulling Liadan’s red body stocking up and off, leaving the red headed beauty in just her thigh high red fishnet stockings.

Ayesha glanced down at the sleek, pale belly, the small nick of a belly button, then the scruff of carrot orange pubic hair that did not fully cover Liadan’s plump pubic mound. She could see Liadan’s puffy pussy lips, light pink and slick with moisture peeking from the deep furrow of Liadan’s pubic mound.

“That is the prettiest little pussy,” Ayesha whispered, gently pushing Liadan to recline across the bed.

Quickly, Ayesha grabbed Liadan’s small stocking clad feet, lifted them up, and swung Liadan’s legs around so that Liadan was now lying on the bed. She hurriedly clambered onto the bed to lie next to Liadan. The small bedside lamp was to Liadan’s back as she rolled to face Ayesha and she peered deeply into Ayesha’s brown eyes. She leaned forward and softly kissed Ayesha’s lips before opening her mouth.

Ayesha and Liadan both brought their hands up and gently rubbed each other’s heavy breasts, seeking out the sensitive areolae and hard nipples. Their kisses grew in intensity as they used fingernails against nipples.

After a few more heated kisses, Ayesha pulled her lips from Liadan’s lips and brought her mouth down to Liadan’s left breast. Liadan sucked in a great ragged breath as Ayesha’s tongue flickered across her tightly constricted areole.

Ayesha could taste Liadan’s sweat as she swiped her tongue across Liadan’s nipple. After swiping her tongue across a second time, Ayesha captured as much of Liadan’s large rust red areole in her mouth and gave a gentle suck, tongue lapping up and down. She increased the suction, finally giving Liadan’s hard nipple a gentle bite. Liadan shuddered, bringing a smile to Ayesha’s face.

Ayesha released Liadan’s nipple and brought her mouth to Liadan’s other breast. She started with gentle swipes of her tongue across the hard nipple before sucking Liadan’s areole and nipple into her mouth.