A Very Important Date

It was Halloween and I was excited. I love Halloween; more specifically, I love dressing up for Halloween. I typically spend all year planning my costume, leading up to the big night when I would go out with my husband and our friends for a night on the town.

This year I had dressed up as a British policewoman, with a short black pencil skirt, knee length black boots, and a snug white dress shirt with a black and white checked cravat. A bowler hat with black and white checked band on my short cropped chestnut hair and a truncheon at my hip completed the costume. My legs were going to be chilly, but what else was Halloween for, if not showing a little skin?

I arranged my cravat and shirt, leaving the top few buttons undone to best display my slightly better than average cleavage and joined my husband and friends in the kitchen for a shot before heading out.

The guys, as usual, had put off costume decisions until the last minute. Eric was decked out in the same priest costume he had worn several years in the past, my husband, Derek, wore a token pirate hat and eye patch, and Rob hadn't bothered at all, wearing jeans and a t shirt.

After another round of shots, Derek flashed me one of his grins.

"Ready to go?"

While my husband wasn't what you might normally call stunning, his shaggy dark hair and deep mahogany eyes gave him a quiet intensity that melted your heart, made your knees weak, and did less poetic things to the region in between.

"Ready when you are."

The four of us locked up and headed downtown. It was only 10:30, but the streets were already full with a broad variety of sexy nurses, sexy police officers, sexy Disney princesses, and lingerie with animal ears. The men invariably sported a hat and accessories in a last ditch effort.

We stopped at a couple different bars as we made our way down the street, shouting to people we knew, loudly complimenting awesome costumes, and yelling "whore" at scantily clad women; basically being drunk and belligerent and having a blast.

A few drinks in, I was well into tipsy, which meant that my horny, bi-curious side was surfacing. Eyeing the women around me with increasing appreciation, I slung my arm around Derek as we sauntered across the street.

"What about that one?" I murmured, probably much louder than I thought. I nodded towards a tall brunette passing us in a nurse's uniform, her large breasts nearly popping free of the zippered top.

was a game we often played, drunk or sober. It began with a hypothetical choice: if each of us had to choose one person to share our bed, who would it be? Neither of us had been too crazy about a man in bed, and the game had ended up with each of us evaluating women when we went out somewhere. When one found a particularly attractive lady, we would ask the other's opinion.

Derek gave her a long look, turning his head as she passed.

"Not bad," he said. I sometimes thought he understated for my benefit.

"Not bad? She's hot!" I protested.

"You are drunk," Derek countered.

"I'm not! I'm only tipsy."

"I know you; you're drunk."

By this time we had reached our favorite bar, a dim, cramped space packed with people.

As we crowded in, I put my mouth up to Derek's ear.

"You really don't think she's hot? Tell me you wouldn't want to unzip that top and suck on those tits."

He turned towards me, eyebrows raised. I normally saved the bedroom talk for the bedroom.

Okay, maybe I was a little drunk.

"You sure that's not something you want to do?"

I glanced towards the ceiling in faux innocence.

"Mayyybeee..."

Inside, our friends had already gotten drinks, and Rob was attempting to chat up a ballerina. He was not doing well. Derek brought me a whiskey sour as the uninterested ballerina minced away. Rob turned back to us with a grin, taking a long swallow from his beer. He was rarely very disappointed by his lack of success.

"You win some, you lose some," he said with a shrug. Or rather, shouted over the music.

We elbowed our way through the throng to a table against the wall.

"I bet you could've gotten her number," Derek spoke in my ear.

"Reeeally?" I replied, amused.

"Definitely."

"Too bad we'll never know."

We sat down, and the guys launched into a half yelled conversation consisting mostly of comments on the costumes around and ranting about work problems. I simply sat, looking around and nodding to the music as I finished my drink.

"Want another, Sweetie?" Derek asked.

"Sure!"

When he returned with another whiskey, he leaned in.

"Why don't we find out if you could pick up a girl?"

"What? What do you mean?"

"Well..." He smiled slyly. "We'll choose someone, and you try to get her number. Romantically. You can't just make friends with her."

"Oh, well that's easy." The whiskey was making me over confident.

He folded his arms. "Easy, huh? Well then not just her number; you have to get her to kiss you too."

It was my turn to be surprised. I wasn't about to let him see it though.

I sipped my drink. Well, okay, this late and this drunk, my sips were more like full fledged gulps.

"What if she wants to go home with me? "

"Well," he said slowly. "We'll just have to see how it plays out."

"All right then, it's a deal."

Derek turned back to join conversation with Rob and Eric, and I scanned what I could see of the room.

There were several promising candidates, but none seemed quite right. A pale, long legged cheerleader had a less satisfying chest, a petite Asian power ranger had too many piercings for my taste, and a busty blonde batgirl had a somewhat average face, putting it politely.

"Find anyone yet?" Derek asked after a while.

I shook my head.

"What about her?" He gestured towards a nearby bumble bee in striped leg warmers and a yellow tutu short enough to display the curve of her firm bottom.

"Nah, she's too skinny," I said.

He tsked at me.

"Well it's 12:30. You better hurry up."

"If I'm going to do this, she has to be perfect."

Derek snorted.

"Good luck with that."

Fifteen minutes and another whiskey later, I saw her.

She was lounging against the bar, tall and lean with straight blonde hair falling past her shoulders. White lace topped stockings stretched over shapely legs and a deep red corset accentuated a slim waist and perfectly rounded breasts. Rather than pants or any other sort of typical bottoms, she wore plain white bikini cut panties. Over top she sported a tailored white dress coat with long tails, and short white gloves covered her hands. An old fashioned alarm clock hanging at her hip and a pair of fuzzy white bunny ears completed the White Rabbit costume.

"I'm going to get another drink," I told my husband.

"I can get it for you," he offered, starting to stand.

I pressed down on his shoulder.

"No, no, I'll get it." I winked at him and gave a little nod towards Miss Rabbit.

As I stood, though, she moved away from the bar.

Well, crap. Now what was I going to do?

I watched until she stopped in the line for the ladies room.

After only a moment's hesitation, I followed her.

Stepping behind her in line, I waited for a few heartbeats, then placed a gentle hand on her arm.

"I love your costume!" I gushed. Which was true; it was awesome.

She turned with a smile.

"Thanks! You look great too!"

I eyed the drink in her hand.

"Always take your drink to the bathroom?" I teased.

She looked down at it.

"Oh, well, I didn't have anyone to hold it for me."

"What? You mean you're out on Halloween alone?"

She shrugged.

"Well, I was with a friend, but he left."

The line moved forward, and we shuffled with it.

"That's terrible; you can't have fun alone! You should come hang out with me and my friends."

She gave a short laugh.

"You don't even know me! Wouldn't it be weird?"

"Pshh, nah!" I waved a hand dismissively. "That's what Halloween is all about: getting drunk with strangers and having fun!" I stuck out my hand. "My name is Anabelle, by the way. What's yours?"

She gripped my hand.

"I'm Jillian."

"Hi, Jillian! See, now I know you. Not weird at all!"

Jill laughed, then as her turn at the bathroom came, she ducked inside with a friendly smile.

She didn't take very long, only a couple of minutes. Then it was my turn, and I stepped inside, even though I didn't have to go. I waited for what I felt was an appropriate time, flushed the toilet, ran the water, and left, holding my breath. This was the risky bit. If she felt awkward around me, it would have been so easy for her to just slip away while I was inside.

She was leaning against the wall opposite the line, watching a group of young girls, probably underage, attempting to dance on the slightly raised stage at the back.

She turned as I approached.

"You're back! So where are these friends of yours?"

"Over this way. But let's stop at the bar first. I need a drink. How about you?"

Jill rattled the ice in her nearly empty glass.

"I guess I could use another."

We elbowed our way through the crowd to the bar, where we caught the tender's eye after only a few minutes. I ordered another whiskey sour (I don't tend to vary my drinks much) and Jill asked for a vanilla vodka and coke. Before she could move to pay, I laid down enough bills to cover both drinks and tips.

I flashed her a grin.

"This one's on me. C'mon!"

I led her towards the table, only to find it sitting empty.

"Huh." I stared at it for a minute, then looked around. "They were right here."

"I think you lied to me," Jill said in my ear. "I think you were alone on Halloween too, and didn't want to admit it."

I turned to see her teasing smile.

"No way, I'm not some loser like that!" I grinned at her.

"Hey now!"

"Maybe they went outside. Let's go to the front."

We pushed towards the front of the bar where large windows on either side of the door allowed a view outside, so long as there weren't people sitting on the sills.

There were always people sitting on the sills.

"Well that's helpful," Jill remarked dryly. "Can you see anything?"

I peered between heads and shoulders at the smokers and pukers outside.

"I don't see them."

"Maybe they went to another bar," she suggested.

"Could be. Let's finish our drinks and go see."

We chatted as we drank. Jill was a nursing major at the local college, in her fifth year. She was into painting and skiing and had a pet canary, Petra.

We set our empty glasses on a nearby table and headed outside.

My friends were indeed not outside.

"So, where do you want to go?" I asked Jill.

"They're your friends," she pointed out.

"You have just as much idea as I do where they went."

"How bout Elements?'

If the last bar was crowded, Elements was packed. It was a larger bar trying to be hip and chic, with all black surfaces and neon lights everywhere. It was also holding a large contest. We squeezed in, people packed on all sides, pressing us against each other and our nearest neighbors.

"Brilliant idea, Jill!"

The music was so loud that despite our faces being inches away from each other, we still needed to shout.

"How are we going to find anybody in this mess?"

She shrugged.

"Beat them all up with your nightstick."

"Yeah, that will go over well. Want to try to grab a drink while we're here?"

"Sure, why not?"

We waded through the throng towards the bar, and I used the press of the crowd to slip a careful hand under her coat and over her rear.

Her panties weren't a thong, but they were cut high enough that I got a firm handful of silky smooth skin.

She didn't bat an eye.

Jill insisted on buying my drink, since I'd bought her last one.

We edged away from the bar to let others in and found a spot near a wall and away from the speakers to sip our drinks.

After a few moments, fate must have gotten tired of my slow pick up tactics and decided to give me a kick in the pants. Katy Perry's "I Kissed a Girl" began playing.

Considering my goal was to kiss this chick, I should have used this to my advantage. I could have wondered out loud what it might be like. I could have asked if she ever thought about it. I could have said any number of things.

Instead, I said, "Gah, I HATE this song!"

"I know, right?" Jill agreed. "She thinks she's so edgy and cool and crap. No, Katy, you're not. You're just lame."

"Yeah, what's that? You've kissed a girl, Katy?" I continued, taking my cue from her. "Well, come on over and sit at my cafeteria table with the cool kids, cause no one's ever done something that daring before."

"It's not like it's anything new." Jill sipped her drink.

"I read somewhere that three of every four girls has fantasized about another girl," I commented. Total BS statistic. Not sure where I picked up that line; I think I read it in Cosmo once. If it worked, at least that magazine got one thing right. "That seems a little high to me, though, don't you think?"

"I dunno. Might be right." She shrugged.

"Well, think about it. That would mean that out of you and me," I gestured towards the two nearest girls, "and those two, only one of us hasn't thought of another girl."

Jill looked at me a bit shyly.

"Well, it wouldn't be me."

Yes!

"Me neither, so I guess it has to be one of them." I chuckled.

We drank in silence for a moment. Well, as silent as a bar on Halloween that's blasting Katy Perry and almost has to be breaking capacity codes can be.

I shot Jill a sidelong glance.

"So did you ever do anything?"

She gave me an innocent look.

"Ever do any what?"

I nudged her a little.

"You know what I mean! If it's so common, smart stuff, then have you done it?"

"No. You mean kissing? No. Just... looking." She blushed. "What about you?"

"Not telling."

"Hey, that's no fair! I told, now you have to!" She gasped. "You did, didn't you!"

I laughed.

"No, not really. I kissed my sister once when I was four. We were playing house."

"That doesn't count."

"No I guess it doesn't. But technically, I have kissed a girl."

"Well, I've kissed Petra, and she's a girl, so technically, I have too. So there."

"Animals don't count!"

"Neither does playing house when you're little!"

All right, Ana. Go for broke.

I steeled myself.

Please don't slap me, please don't slap me, please don't slap me.

I pressed my full length up against her, no hard thing to do considering we were already pretty smushed, and planted my lips firmly on hers.

For four seconds, time froze. Her lips were soft and yielding, and they moved slightly against mine. I could feel her hot breath against my cheek.

Then I pulled back and grinned at her.

"There. Now we both have, for real."

Jill smiled.

"Not too bad."

I placed a hand over my heart.

"Not too bad! I'm insulted!"

"Well, you weren't wearing cherry chapstick or anything."

I chuckled. I actually had some in my pocket. My preferred flavor was mint, but they were all out last time I bought any. I whipped it out and applied it quickly.

"There. Too late?"

This time she took me by surprise. She leaned into me, a hand on my hip, and pressed her mouth on mine, moving her tongue against my lips and slightly beyond.

She pulled back and delicately licked her lips.

"Very cherry. That's what I expected."

I gave her a sly smile.

"Not too bad."

The next kiss was inevitable. We both moved for it together, our lips finding each other, tongues sliding together. Her hand slipped from my hip to the small of my back, drawing me close. Lost in the kiss, I raised a cautious hand and laid it lightly on her breast. She drew in a sharp breath, but didn't pull away.

The flash of a phone camera jerked us apart. A young man, either dressed like an over the top rapper or simply an idiot, leered at us from behind his iphone. I rolled my eyes at him, and Jill flipped him off.

I tossed back the rest of my drink and grabbed Jill's hand.

"Let's go. They wouldn't be in here anyway; it's too crowded," I murmured to her.

She finished her drink and took my cup. Turning to the creeper, she held out the cups, leaning slightly to give him a good view of her cleavage and batting her eyes.

"Can you hold these for us, please?"

He took the cups with a euphoric grin, and Jill turned back to me, following me to the door.

Outside, I took a deep breath.

"I can breathe again! Man that place was packed."

"So, where to now?" Jill asked.

"Let's try the Musty Duck. They might be there."

"To the Musty Duck, then!"

I held out my arm to her.

"Shall we?"

She slipped her arm through mine and we strode down the street. The Musty Duck was two blocks away, and by the time we reached it, I was shivering.

"Man, it's frikkin cold out here. They better be here."

Jill rubbed a hand over my arm.

"Should've worn a coat, like me."

I stuck out my tongue at her.

The Musty Duck was a faux Irish pub with lots of wood, black and white photos, and tables tucked into comfortable nooks.

As luck would have it, Derek and our friends were sitting at one of the tables.

I pulled Jill over to them.

"We were looking for you guys! Where'd you go?"

Derek looked up.

"Ana! We went down the street so Eric could find cell reception. When we came back you weren't there. I called you."

"Oh." I pulled out my phone. "We went to Elements; I must not have heard it." Sure enough, I had a missed call.

"So..." Derek glanced questioningly at Jill.

"Oh, right. This is Jillian." She waved. "Jill, this is Eric, Rob, and my husband Derek."

"Oh." She looked surprised.

Eric had been looking at Jill with a suave smile I had seen several times before. As I pulled chairs over for us, I deliberately sat between them, leaving Jill between me and Derek.

As my husband was offering Jill a drink, I leaned over to Eric and spoke quietly.

"No."

"No what?" he asked innocently.

"No. Jill is not up for grabs."

"You can't just tell me no."

I looked at him seriously.

"Eric, come on. For me."

"Why?"

"I can't say. Just trust me on this. It's in the bro code somewhere, I'm sure. Please. Don't."

"All right, all right."

Derek was back with our drinks, so I joined the conversation

We chatted for a bit and then Jill excused herself to the bathroom. This one had more than one stall, so I joined her, as girls tend to do.

While washing our hands and fixing our hair, she spoke to me, not looking over.

"You're married? I feel like an idiot now."

"What? No, don't. Why?"

"Well... you were just fooling around, and I took it too far... you know... at Elements... with the, uh..."

I looked over. Her face was flushed and she avoided my gaze. I reached out to touch her chin. She glanced up at me.

"No, you didn't. Everything's fine. Don't feel stupid."

I kissed her gently. When I pulled back, she looked confused.

"But... Your husband..."

"Like I said, everything's fine."

"But..." Her eyes widened. "Wait, he knows? You both... you guys are..."

Crap, she was getting scared off.

"No, it's not like that, geeze. Don't get freaked out. It wasn't a lie that I've never kissed a girl before. Well, except my sister." "Doesn't count." She smiled.

I laughed.

"See, nothing's going on that you don't know about. Derek doesn't even know we kissed, though I'm going to tell him, and he's going to be fine with it. Let's just have a good time. That's what Halloween is for."

"Okay." She gave me a sidelong glance. "You do want me to go home with you though, don't you?"

I wasn't expecting her to ask directly like that. I'm not good at evading direct questions. I glanced away, and I'm sure my face reddened, trying to think of an answer.

"Well, if you expect me to do that, you'll have to buy me more drinks."

I grinned at her.