I Kissed a Girl at a Halloween Party

The Halloween Party

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It was October 31st and I was at a dimly lit Halloween party, the air was thick with the smell of pumpkin spice candles and the sound of music thumping softly in the background. Monster Mash was playing—my favorite song.

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I was Anne Boleyn, wearing a dark velvet gown—complete with a pearl “B” necklace. I thought to myself when I saw my reflection in the mirror ‘I look pretty good’.

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Across the room was my best friend, Natalie, and she was dressed as Cleopatra—what can I say, we love history. We’ve been best friends for years, inseparable through thick and thin. But lately, I was seeing Natalie in a different light—and that felt really scary to me. 

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“Anne Boleyn, huh? Very fitting,” she teased, her voice warm and teasing as always.

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‘What’s that meant to mean?’ I replied with a playful wink

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“I’m just joking, but you do look beautiful,” whispered Natalie. 

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The party buzzed around us, but I was in my own world. 

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Natalie, can we—” I went to say, but the words were stuck in my throat.

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“What’s up?” Natalie asked softly.

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I couldn’t stop looking at her lips; there was a curve to them, a natural fullness when she smiled. Her lip gloss made them look even more irresistible. Whenever she spoke, I always found myself focusing on the way her lips moved, imagining what they might feel like against mine - and that thought sent a rush through me. 

“I might just be drunk, but I’m feeling kind of confused—I’m seeing you a bit differently, like more than just as my best friend.”

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Natalie's eyes widened when she looked at me and took a step closer; we were now only inches apart.

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“I’ve been feeling that too,” 

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My First Lesbian Kiss

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Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed her. It was gentle at first, but enough to make my heart race. But then the kiss deepened. Natalie’s hand slid to the small of my back, pulling me closer, and I played with Natalie’s Cleopatra-style hair. Natalie stopped kissing, and I felt nervous—maybe she didn’t feel the same way anymore. Then she grabbed my hand and walked me to the nearest bedroom. We shouldn't, I thought, what if someone comes in? But I couldn’t help myself. 

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I kissed her while pinning her against the wall, and she giggled. I don’t think she was used to this side of me, but she seemed to like it. She pulled down my knickers while looking me in the eyes. I took my dress off, and she kissed my breasts while I took my pink lace bra off too. Now I was only wearing the ‘B’ necklace. She cupped and licked my breasts. 

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A man with shorts and a Scream mask came in. Classic Halloween. 

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“Oh fuck, sorry,” he said as he ran out of the room. 

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“Get out! I said with my tits out. 

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I had never been with a woman before, but this felt right. I felt comfortable with her and didn’t worry about the usual stuff I worry about. I undressed her. I pulled her skirt down as she took her bra off and made her sit on the bed. She was wearing a bright red lace thong, which I removed with my mouth. 

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I kissed her pussy gently, and she moaned quickly. I moved my fingers in and out and noticed how wet she was. It felt so good to feel her like this. I brought my face between her legs, licked her pussy lips, and made my way to her clit. She was shaking so much, I’d never seen her like this.  

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“Fuck! me!” I exclaimed, in reference to how hot she looked. 

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“Okay,” she said as she dragged me onto the bed and pushed me further into the covers. The gentle kisses turned rougher - and she pinned my hands down as she went deeper into me with her tongue. I was with her when she got her tongue pierced last year, and remember thinking ‘what if’ way back then.

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She made me squirt before she made me cum. She knew I could squirt because we’d spoken about it last week. I was telling her about this guy I slept with after a date - who made me squirt with just one finger. I didn’t realize I was giving her hints from then. 

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She put two fingers inside and pushed deeper inside me, going in and out, then pushed her thumb against my clit in tandem. She kissed my neck, making her way up to my ears. It tickled.  

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I gasped a few times. Short bursts one after the other, then I squirted all over the bed, soaking it. She smiled as she felt the liquid drip down my inner thighs. She continued, and I felt the waves of pleasure overcome me. I was trembling, she was loving watching me reach orgasm.  

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We lay there, warm and exhausted, our costumes on the floor, Natalie’s Cleopatra eyeliner had smudged, but she didn’t seem to care.  There’s a soft, lingering glow of satisfaction like we’ve both exhaled in the sweetest sigh of relief. Natalie was playing with her hair, but was now avoiding eye contact. 

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“I’m confused because I thought I liked boys, but that feeling between you and me just then.. I— I’ve never felt like that with a boy.” 

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“Me neither.”

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There was a pause. As we lay there in the quiet, I held her hand. There was something so intimate in the simplicity of it—just us, lying there. 

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“Can I stay at yours tonight?”  

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“Yeah, but we’ll have to be really, really quiet.” 

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“Okay.”