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“Swish, slip, ah…swish slip” my thick thighs said to each other. I had goose-bumps on top of goose-bumps, tickling the soft olive-colored skin on my arms and the topper-most part of my legs that was bare. I felt breeze on my back and arms even though it was warm in Julia’s mom’s house. With Julia hosting as many people as she could, I was dreadfully anxious, even though this was being billed as the naughtiest Halloween party ever.

“Wow,” George offered when I reached the three of them. He was dressed as a sexy pirate; patch over one eye, too-tight jodhoppers and no shirt. “Girl!” Julia offered, reaching across the guys to kiss me. I let her spin me, affording them all the view of the thin black shoulder straps and back of the baby doll, my wide round ass under it, easily revealed in the black thong buried between my ample cheeks. Teetering on my modest heels I tried to act as calm as I definitely did not feel as my three best friend continued their inspection. I turned back around and Juan still couldn’t manage his open thick lips to form words. Wearing no bra as I was-that was a first for me too-my 36 dees were well presented in the thin lacy front and given that I was more then a bit excited my nipples were poking out hard. I had sensed I might present a rather provocative ‘picture’ tonight, but it wasn’t until I was standing there before my trio of best college buddies that I truly realized how powerful a picture I presented.

The thing about Halloween is, adults can dress in whatever outrageous outfit they like and blame it on the night. But I wasn’t dressed like a sexy witch or a nurse, I wasn’t sporting any outrageous cod piece, I was simply here as me, just dressed in lingerie my best friends had dared me to wear. Sure no one was going to argue the technicalities of what I had on; shit, looking around the room I saw guys dressed as drunken frat boys with holes so strategically placed in their jeans their were just about bare-balled…which, of course, was no different from how they normally dressed. But this was the least amount of clothes I had ever worn in public. People here knew me as the quiet, the thick Filipino girl who usually dressed in bulky sweaters and jeans. I was definitely earning all the stares in the room, and for the first time in my life I liked it. “Man, look at those stems!” George exclaimed as I took a step back from them all, still reveling in their staring. I wasn’t insulted that my tall friend wasn’t locked on my tits; I had always known George to be a leg and ass man. It was no surprise that he had noticed my legs, the fucking merrywidow was that short. Just covering my crotch, the stretchy stockings and garters attached to the bottom of the lacy outfit really accentuated my legs.

And damn if he wasn’t right; my legs did look great. When I had left my dorm room I was so wet with just walking across the quad, the light front of this very thin so high up on me, the stockings really making me feel purposeful in my strut. I loved the oh-so-quick little peaks of thigh I caught as I had walked, making excuses to myself that I was just looking down to watch the placement of my high heels across the pitted college campus. With my head down I had crossed campus, hoping other people spied my legs as I did from under the folds of my coat. A girl my size never, ever shows leg (at least I never did); though I do have nice legs, next to all those thinner-than-thin girls I see wiggling down the campus byways, I have always been aware of being quite the polar opposite with my thick long gams. And despite what I was doing here tonight, I usually don’t relish comparisons or stares, even if both are complimentary.

But I felt the ample amount of bare thigh showing above the stocking and below the outfit made me want to pose even more. It felt as if my legs weren’t really attached to my body, they were like separate sexy things. I’m not sure if I could have explained it really, but the combination of the sheer black lingerie, heels and the thong made me feel both so sweet and so naughty all at the same time.
I presented each leg to my friends by slowly pointing the toe of each pump. “I’m gonna need another drink,” Juan finally said, we all laughed and he lean in, kiss my cheek. “Damn,” he added, leaning back off me and looking me up and down again. I let another ten seconds or so pass, took a breath (pushing out my chest of course) and then looked to them all. “I think I’ll mingle,” I said, spinning from them. I did look over my shoulder though to make sure they were looking (not that I had any doubt). Dare or no dare, had my friend’s unwittingly created a monster this Halloween?