Oh wow! This was the night! The big night! They had tickets to a huge costume party down at the wharf with live bands all night! Plus, there were private parties going on all over town. This was sure to be quite a night to remember!
Jack came to pick her up barefoot, bare chested, and wearing only a pair of fur pants and a bota bag filled with wine. Oh my! He looked so yummy! In his prime! A-frame with wide shoulders, nice butt, big biceps, strong thighs, hairy chest, muscles galore. He brought her two dozen beautiful red roses.
Kristie pulled one rose out of the bouquet and ripped the head off of it, throwing it on the floor and stomping it with her platform heels. Then she whipped him not too playfully with the thorny stem. Oh God! This woman! How could she possibly entice him further?
She was dressed in her best imitation of Dr. Frankenfurter. Rocky Horror had been a popular cult classic for about a year, and she figured she could pull it off. Basically she was wearing underwear: a black push up bra (Double D), a pair of black bikini panties, a red and black corset, black fishnet stockings, black platform heels, black lame’ gloves with the fingers cut out, and a black lace cape.
Her hair was curled, ratted out, and left askew with a black satin ribbon around her throat. She wore pale facial makeup with lots of eye liner, false eyelashes, and big red outlined lips. She had a friend paint a tattoo of a heart with the word BOSS in the center. The smell of her musk perfume permeated the room. She was ready to go.
The first party was awesome. The music was rock and country blues; the bands alternating on different stages set up throughout the large facility. They danced, and drank, and people watched. Although their costumes were certainly good, they were amazed at the artistry of some of the even better costumes. One of her friends, whose sister was a costume designer, won first prize. The feathers she had glued onto a very large show girl head piece emphasized her beautiful face and new breasts which were exposed for all to see.
It was about midnight and the band was playing a slow song. Jack held Kristie tight up against him and they rocked together to the music in a standing embrace. She took this moment to whisper in his ear, “I love you.” He said nothing in return, but pressed against her even closer.
Theater people have some of the best parties, so they went there next. By this time Jack was feeling no pain. The bota bag had been refilled at least twice. All of her friends were there; actors, dancers, tech crew, singers… and everyone was dressed up. The Winner arrived creating a ruckus. She was showing off her new tits to anyone who wanted to see them or feel them.
Kristie complimented her on their size and shape and the natural feel of them as she cupped each breast in turn. Jack looked at her tentatively, as if to ask, “Is it OK?” Kristie nodded, “Sure.” Jack took this to mean that now he could go along and feel anyone’s breasts, So, he began fondling all the girls. Some itty bitty, some just a handful, some larger than necessary. He enjoys himself immensely, but the next day he remembers none of it. Kristie is simply amused and not jealous at all.
Much later that night, after all the partying, they are sitting quietly in the darkened kitchen… the stove light is on giving off an eerie vapor so desired on a night such as this. Kristie is exhausted from wearing those platform heels all night and keeping in her character. She has beheaded all of her beautiful roses, and now the sad stems are lying in a dilapidated bunch on the dining room table.
Jack gets up and kneels down in front of her putting his head in her lap. “I love you too,” he says. And then he gets up to go in the bathroom and rid himself of three bota bags full of wine. They do not make love that night, but hold each other clenched against the world in an embrace that continues to last for seven lifetimes.
(First published 10/27/11)
