Camila and the Halloween party

I suppose I should start by giving you a bit of background on myself. I'm 28 and I've been with my 21-year-old girlfriend, Camila, for just over a year. I'd enjoyed dressing up in women's clothing since my early teens but I'd often go through long periods where I wouldn't be able to do it, usually because my girlfriend at the time wouldn't be okay with it. Luckily, Camila was more than okay with it. In fact, she seemed to really enjoy it. I wasn't even sure how I was going to bring it up to her at first, but when she found my hidden stash of clothing I didn't have much choice but to explain everything. I couldn't exactly let her think they belonged to some other woman I was cheating on her with.

She sat there for a minute or so, looking between me and the bag of clothes she'd found, with a thoughtful look on her face. I could see the cogs were turning in her mind and I was beginning to resign myself to the fact that she was probably about to leave me. A smile suddenly appeared on her face and she started rummaging through the bag. She pulled out a red satin and lace babydoll which just so happened to be one of my favourites, threw it to me and told me to put it on. After that, we had sex and now we often incorporate my dressing up into our sexual activities.

It wasn't until my early twenties that I realised I was bisexual. I'd always thought I just liked girls up until that point, although I'd never actually done anything with one as I was pretty awkward in my teenage years. I'd started to fantasise more and more about guys and my first sexual experience actually ended up being with a guy. We connected after I'd posted online about wanting to try giving a blowjob to a guy. We then met up in a field at night time with nobody else around. Surprisingly, he said I was really good at it considering it was my first time. I don't know whether he was just saying that to be nice or not but it made me feel good. He ended up finishing on my face as I definitely wasn't ready to take it in my mouth with my first blowjob.

There were two other guys I met up with. The first picked me up in his car, then we drove somewhere secluded and sucked each other off. I came in his mouth but I still wasn't brave enough to let him cum in my mine. The second guy came over to my flat and I let him lay me down on my bed and fuck my throat. He came on my face and chest to finish but a drop or two landed on my lip so I tasted it and immediately regretted not having let him finish in my mouth. I loved the taste and wanted to kick myself for not trying it sooner. In between these two guys, I also met a transgender woman. She was the first person who ever fucked me, which she did so on the stairs in doggy position and then on her bed in doggy and missionary.

Okay, so that's enough background. Some university friends of Camila's had invited us both to a Halloween party they were throwing. At first, I was just going to go as a generic vampire or something along those lines. Eventually, she convinced me that it would be a great opportunity to crossdress in public for the first time as who was going to look twice when it was Halloween? I decided to go as Anna from Frozen since I already had her full outfit including a ginger-haired wig with pigtails. Once I had dressed up, Camila did my makeup for me. I'd tried a couple of times before with makeup but I could never get it to look good. I took a look in the mirror and even I couldn't recognise myself. I loved it. Cami chose to go as Wednesday Addams. She already had the long dark brown/black hair so all she had to do was put on some black clothes, long black boots and make herself look pale.

The party was only a few streets away so we walked there. I was nervous stepping outside at first, but she took hold of my hand and this helped a little. Once we got to the party, Cami's friends greeted us with hugs and showed us in. We moved into a large kitchen/dining area with a table in the corner full of alcohol and people spread throughout, talking to each other, dancing and a few even making out. I was shaking a little, convinced that nobody was fooled by my outfit. Camila must have seen this as she took my hand in hers with a little squeeze and led me over to the table full of drinks where she poured a shot of something,

"Drink this, it'll help with your nerves." she said, handing me the shot glass.

I drank the shot, grimacing as I swallowed. Camila giggled at my reaction. Whatever it was, it was strong. It didn't taste great, but it did seem to calm my nerves just a little bit. After a few more shots of various other liqueurs, I was barely even thinking about it anymore, so we poured ourselves a rum and coke each and moved towards the middle of the room to dance. I forgot sometimes how good of a dancer she was. She was certainly getting looks from some of the guys and even a few of the girls too. We were just finishing our drinks when a small group of people came into the room. Camila noticed them come in, downed what was left in her glass and leaned over so her mouth was next to my ear.

"I'm gonna go see a couple of my classmates down the hall, will you be alright by yourself for a bit?" she asked. I nodded in reply. "Okay, just have another drink and talk to people, yeah? It will make you more confident." With that, she hugged me, kissed me on the lips and left the room. I took a deep breath and went to go make myself another drink. I'd just started pouring it when I heard a voice behind me.

"Wow, I love Anna!" I turned around, it was a guy from the group of people that came in just before Camila left. He was about the same height as me, with an average looking build in the top half but I could see he had some pretty thick thighs and calves, I would guess he probably cycled a lot or played some sort of sport and he was wearing a Kristoff outfit. Anna's boyfriend, small world! He was looking me in the eyes with a slight smile on his face.

"Hi..." was all I managed to get out as I felt my face flush. Kristoff chuckled.

"So what's Anna's name when she's not being Queen of Arendelle?" he asked as I fiddled with the straw in my drink. I almost replied with my actual name before I caught myself just in time. That would have been a disaster. I hadn't actually chosen a name for myself for when I'm dressed up, so I stood there for what felt like ages trying to come up with one before I realised I had to say something before he thought I had forgotten my name.

"...Emma!" I blurted out. I guess there are worse names I could have come up with but I'd never really thought about it before now. But, now that I had, I had always felt that Emma was a cute name.

"Well, Emma..." he began as he poured himself a drink. "I'm Mike and I would very much like to dance with you if you wouldn't mind?" He offered his hand to me. I thought for a few seconds. It might have been a bit of a cheesy line but I was very flattered so I put my hand in his and he gently led me towards the other dancers in the room. I've never been a good dancer, not even close. So, of course, I danced really awkwardly. Mike didn't seem to mind but I knew I'd need more drink in me before I'd be loose enough to at least not care about how bad I was dancing. Once the current song ended, I left him talking to a couple of his friends while I went over to have a few shots and make myself another drink.

Just as I'd finished making my drink, my favourite song started playing. My eyes widened and a combination of the song playing and the alcohol sent me scurrying back to Mike, drink in hand. I danced and sang along to the song and I could finally feel myself loosening up. My inhibitions had definitely been lowered as well; I was dancing a lot closer to Mike and even touching his arms and chest now and then. A couple more shots later and my arse was firmly planted in his crotch and my arm around his neck, pulling his head close to mine as we danced. His hands moved to my thigh and stomach and I felt him pull me into him even more. Mike's breathing on my neck sent a tingle through my body that I would never have expected. My breathing quickened a little and I found myself, almost unconsciously, moving his head closer to mine and turning mine to meet his.

I looked into his eyes for a good ten seconds or so. It felt for a moment like everything went quiet and nobody else was in the room except for him and me. He moved so that his lips were barely an inch away from mine like he was testing the waters, seeing if I was up for it or not, letting me make the first move. So I did. I kissed him. And it felt amazing. His lips were soft, he used the perfect amount of tongue and I felt a warm wave of pleasure wash throughout my whole body. Mike broke the kiss off and I was suddenly back in the room again, aware of everyone else in the room. Nobody was paying any particular attention to us though.

"Why don't we go somewhere more private?" Mike said, gesturing towards the door. I nodded immediately, my head still swimming after the kiss. Holding my hand, he led me out of the kitchen and into a room a couple of doors down. He turned on the light and shut the door behind us. I looked around. There were gaming posters covering the walls, shelves filled with books and a computer in the corner. I couldn't help thinking that this was exactly what my room would look like if I was at university. Mike still had hold of my hand and I felt a gentle tug, making me spin around towards him. He took hold of my other hand and pulled me towards him, placing his lips on mine.

I felt like I was melting as we kissed again. I've always thought that kissing was one of the most important parts of any sexual activity. Not only does it get everyone nice and ready, but it also makes everything so much more intimate. Casual sex with little to no intimacy can be fun, that's what my previous encounters

with guys were like after all, but sometimes you just couldn't beat the intimacy that kissing gives a situation. Speaking of getting nice and ready, I could feel my dick getting harder as we continued to kiss. Luckily, I had taped it down otherwise I'd have been tenting through my dress right now, it was definitely straining the tape to its limit though.

As we continued to kiss, my hand wandered towards his chest, stroking it gently. He definitely did some sort of workout routine; he wasn't exactly bulging through his shirt, but he had something I could grab onto. I moved my other hand down towards his groin, rubbing his hardening bulge through his trousers, making Mike moan slightly into my mouth. I started to unbutton his trousers with one hand as he began to kiss me ever more deeply. Once I'd finished with the button, I unzipped his fly and put my hand inside his boxers and took his semi-erect dick in my hand, slowly stroking it up and down. Mike put his hand on my shoulder and gently pushed down. I could take a hint and, breaking the kiss off and with a grin on my face, I dropped to my knees in front of him.

I pulled his trousers down slightly so I could get better access to his boxers to pull them down, releasing his slowly hardening dick. It was uncut and already about 5 inches long even though it was only at about half-mast. I started stroking him again. As I did, I could see a drop of pre cum dribble out, so I leaned in and licked it up, all the while looking straight into Mike's eyes. He smiled at me. I put the head of his dick in my mouth and licked around it. Mike closed his eyes in pleasure. I couldn't do this for much longer before neither of us would be able to take it anymore so I took him further into my mouth all the way until my lips met his pelvis. I held it there, breathing through my nose, my tongue licking around his shaft. Once I'd held it there for around half a minute, I looked up at Mike as I slowly withdrew his dick from my mouth. I stopped once it was only the head left in my mouth, then went all the way down on him again.

I could hear Mike moaning as I got into a quick and steady rhythm and I felt him grow to a full erection in my mouth. My own dick grew harder just at the thought that I'd made Mike's dick hard just with my mouth, so much so that it finally broke the tape that was holding it down and sprung to full mast. I don't think he could see it but, at this point, I didn't even care. All I was focused on was making him cum. I sped up my sucking and Mike responded by putting his hand on the back of my head and pushing me down deeper each time. This made me gag a little and for a second I thought I would have to come back up for air but I managed to overcome it and let Mike take over as he started to thrust into my throat. I relaxed my body as he took control, allowing him to use my mouth like a fleshlight. It wasn't much longer after this that I heard the first signs of an impending orgasm as Mike's breathing shallowed and he started grunting. I took back over at this point and his hand slipped off the back of my head. I took up a steady rhythm and within seconds, he was tapping me on the shoulder.

"I'm gonna cum..." he moaned, probably expecting me to switch to a handjob and have him finish over me. But that wasn't what I wanted. After getting a taste of cum with the last guy, I wanted it all this time. I kept sucking him but only taking him partly in my mouth, no further than the head of his dick being on top of my tongue. I didn't want him shooting straight down my throat, I wanted to taste it. I felt Mike's fingers dig into my shoulder and his whole body seemed to tense. He let out a low moan as I felt his dick twitch, followed by a warm flood in my mouth as he came. It was better than I had imagined. It had a slightly salty taste but was also somehow a bit sweet at the same time. But it was the texture that I loved the most, it wasn't too runny and it wasn't too thick, it was perfect. Pretty quickly I had to swallow as my mouth filled and Mike still wasn't finished. He almost filled my mouth for a second time before I felt the last shot of his orgasm. I savoured the cum for a moment, swirling it around in my mouth and enjoying the taste before finally swallowing. Mike's legs were trembling.

"Fuck me, that was good." he panted, trying to catch his breath. I still had his dick in my mouth, trying to milk every last drop. Eventually, and reluctantly, as it slowly started to soften, I took his dick out of my mouth, licking my lips as I did so. Mike helped me to my feet and pulled me into him, kissing me and squeezing my arse with both hands. After a few seconds, I pulled away from him.

"That was fucking amazing, but we better head back." I said, giving his crotch one last squeeze before opening the door and heading back to the party. When I got back to the kitchen, Camila was there and it was seeing her that suddenly brought me back to reality. What had I just done? I just cheated on my girlfriend who I love to bits. I could blame it on the alcohol all I wanted but that didn't change the facts. I felt like my head was about to explode. Camila could see something was wrong. She walked over to me and took hold of my hand.

"What's wrong babe?" she asked, a worried look on her face. I didn't even know what to say. How could I tell her what I'd done and break her heart like that? My brain was working overtime and still coming up with nothing. Camila glanced at something behind me and my head swivelled around almost automatically just in time to see Mike walk past the room, looking at me as he passed. I felt my face go bright red and I turned back around to look at Camila, still not knowing what to say. She looked me in the eyes.

"You don't look too good." she said, taking hold of my other hand. "Come on, let's go home. I've had enough anyway. Let's go cuddle up on the sofa and watch a film or something."

The short walk home felt like it lasted an eternity. I was racked with guilt, there was so much I needed to be saying but no words would come out. Camila was blissfully unaware, humming a tune to herself as we got back to the house. Inside, she flopped onto the sofa, turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels. I sat down next to her and stared into space. She scooted along the sofa so that she could place her head on my lap. I instinctively put my hand on her head, stroking her hair, not taking my eyes off the spot on the wall I'd been staring at. We stayed like this for a few minutes.

"So how was it?" she suddenly asked, breaking the silence. It took me a few moments to realise what she'd said. I turned my head towards her, confusion spread across my face. I didn't answer. "Come on babe, how was it?" she asked again, sitting up and looking into my eyes. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. "Did you give him a blowjob?" she continued, a grin growing on her face.

"I..I...wh...you knew?" I finally managed to stutter out.

"Of course I knew! Who do you think arranged it?" she laughed, a grin now filling her face. "You'd told me about how you'd done stuff with guys before but never while dressed up. I knew you'd never do it unless I sorted it out somehow."

"But I cheated on you, how can you be so happy?" I asked, a confused look still plastered across my face.

"Babe, I love you and I know you love me too. If that wasn't true, I wouldn't have seen the conflict going through your mind when you came back from Mike." She hugged me and I was filled with relief, I don't know what I would have done if she'd broken up with me.

"How did you even arrange it? How do you know Mike?" I questioned, feeling confusion, relief and joy all at once.

"He's a gay friend from Uni, I told him all about you and what I wanted him to do and he was more than up for it. I knew he was your type but that you'd need a bit of encouragement from him before you'd do anything." She put her hand inside her underwear and started slowly rubbing herself. "Did he return the favour?" I shook my head in reply. "Well, I better take care of that while you take care of me".

Camila laid me down on the sofa before climbing on top of me, positioning herself so that we could both go down on each other, which I started to do straight away. I loved going down on Camila, it's the same reason why I enjoyed sucking dick, I'd always delighted in giving someone else pleasure, possibly even more so than receiving pleasure myself. I felt a warmness envelop my dick as Camila took me into her mouth. She was a blowjob artist, I could never last more than a few minutes when she was sucking me. She had almost no gag reflex and could deep-throat me with ease. Luckily, she was taking it slow right now. After a few minutes, she took my dick out of her mouth with a slight popping sound.

"Did you swallow?" she asked, slowly stroking me. I mumbled a yes while continuing to use my tongue on her clit. She seemed to love this answer as she took me back into her mouth and started to suck me with great enthusiasm. As she did, I felt her finger probe my arse. She was teasing the hole as if she was checking to see if it was okay. I repositioned myself to give her better access which she obviously took as a "go for it". She slowly pushed her finger inside and my dick felt like it somehow got even harder. This made me use my tongue on her even faster and I could tell she was getting close. Her breathing got heavier and her legs started to shake. Seconds later, her legs tightened around my head and an orgasm flooded throughout her body, causing her to push her finger deeper inside me. This, and her orgasm right in front of my face, pushed me over the edge and I came inside her mouth. She took every drop without even a struggle. She took my dick out of her mouth again and turned around to face me. I could see she

still had my cum in her mouth. She looked me in the eyes, I smiled and nodded. She crawled over to me and kissed me deeply, swapping my cum between our mouths and swallowing. We eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.