Coming Out in Costume

Shygirl9: Thanks for the picture.

I sat there for twenty minutes for a reply, but none came.

Thus, I kept my laptop on and did my usual Saturday chores.

When I came back in my room, there was a message from her. A rush of adrenaline coursed through me as I sat down to read it.

Superchick: Awesome. Don't be late. Tonight is a night to dance with the devil.

I stared at those words before responding.

Shygirl9: The devil? I was hoping to take you to heaven.

As soon as I sent it, I felt silly. The words were corny. I again waited, but she didn't respond.

I went and showered.

I shaved my pussy completely bare. I read online somewhere that it was in style. I had been doing it for a couple of months, so it didn't take long.

I put on my sexy, yet disguising costume.

I headed out, leaving early, so I wouldn't be late.

All during the drive, I kept having second thoughts, yet they were squelched by the fact that I was disguised. I needed to explore my sexuality and find out if I was indeed a lesbian and I wanted it to be with Sarah.

Reaching her house fifteen minutes early, I waited; I didn't want to seem too eager.

Suddenly, a couple minutes later, there was a knock on my window.

I jumped.

It was Sarah.

I rolled down my window.

"Come on inside, Batgirl," she smiled, looking even more ravishing in person in the sexy outfit. "It's time for some super fun."

"Super fun or super cum?" I playfully asked and then was shocked by my forwardness. This was not something I would say.

"Well, both," she smiled. "Are you coming?"

"Not yet," I joked, as I got out of the car.

"You sure are an eager beaver," she smiled, surprising me by taking my hand and leading me into her home.

Sparks flew through me at her touch; I couldn't believe how natural it felt to have her hand in mine. Chemistry meeting biology.

She asked, "Was my house easy to find?"

"Yes," I nodded, knowing that her house and mine were likely the two biggest in the city.

"Great," she smiled. "I can't believe you are here."

"Me either," I nodded, as we reached her front door.

"But I'm super excited," she smiled, turning to look at me.

"Me too," I said, no trepidation at all in my voice.

"Come inside," she winked, as she led me into her home.

"Wow, you went all out," I said. Her entire home was decorated for the party.

"I love going all out," she shrugged, leading me down a hallway, up a flight of stairs and to what was obviously her room.

Once in her room, she sat on her bed and said demurely, "Come here."

I did; the only feeling inside being anticipation of what was about to occur.

She smiled, "You look so sexy."

"You look super sexy," I replied, as I took the initiative and leaned in and kissed her.

She kissed me back and more fireworks exploded through my entire being.

Her lips were so soft and tender.

The kiss was so intimate.

Two becoming one.

Any lingering doubts about my sexuality squelched in one moment... one kiss.

Breaking the kiss eventually, she smiled, "Wow!"

"I was thinking the same thing, but with a million exclamation marks," I smiled.

"I don't know why," she said, looking nervous suddenly, "but there is something about you that has been playing in my daydreams ever since we first started chatting."

"I felt it too," I smiled, feeling that somehow this was not just about sex between two 18-year-olds; it was something more.

"Good," she purred, as she leaned in and kissed me again. Her hand was going to my leg.

I melted back into her. The kiss, this time, more urgent, as our tongues began to explore each other's mouths and our breathing began to get heavier.

"I need to taste you," she said, breaking the kiss. "I want to be your first."

"You can be my first everything," I said, so intoxicated with her.

"I should have had you come over earlier," she sighed, glancing at the clock.

"Let's make up for lost time," I said, not caring about the party.

"Get on your knees," she instructed.

I quickly did, as I teased, "What do you have in mind?"

She moved to my Batgirl pants and pulled them down. She answered, as her fingers went to my already very wet pussy, "To drive you bat crazy."

I laughed, as I moaned. Her fingers felt so good on my fevered pussy. Other than a couple guys who had awkwardly fingered me, when I tried to deny my sexuality, no one had ever touched me there; no one had touched me there with such tenderness (men were rough and clueless). "I may end up your super pet," I said, giving hints to my slightly submissive nature.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, as she slid two fingers inside me.

"Oh God," I moaned more loudly than I'd meant to. An intense pleasure instantly coursing through me as her fingers filled me.

"You're pretty wet," she said.

"Am I super wet?" I joked.

"I can only imagine how much you will flood when you come," she purred.

"You may have to redo your make-up," I joked, knowing how much I squirted,; it was almost like I was peeing.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, as she slid her fingers out and then added, "Let's taste you."

A moment later I felt her tongue make contact.

My whole body trembled and I moaned, "Oh, my."

"It's time to show you what real pleasure is," she said, as she began licking me.

"I'm learning quickly," I responded, as my whole body felt like it was on a pleasure fire. My head was light; my fingers were tingling; my pussy was leaking.

For a couple of minutes, she licked and probed, and my orgasm built quickly.

I warned, as my breathing began to get erratic, "I'm going to come soon."

"Come for me, baby," she softly said. "I want to drink from your fountain."

"Oh, God," I moaned, knowing I was seconds away from euphoria.

"Come baby, come on my face," she demanded tenderly, an oxymoron, yet true.

"Kkkkkkkkk," I whimpered, biting my lip so as to not scream, having no idea who may be here, as my orgasm flooded out of me like a water balloon popping.

"MMmmmmmmmmm," Sarah purred, as she lapped up my cum like she was a kitty trying to clean her bowl.

"So good," I weakly moaned, as the pleasure kept pulsing and pulsing through me. It was like a never ending wave.

"I agree," she concurred, as she kept licking.

Finally, my pussy got sensitive, I asked, "Please, stop."

As if reading my mind, she asked, "Your pussy getting sensitive?"

"A little," I nodded, as I rolled onto my back.

"It happens sometimes," she shrugged.

"Wow," I said, looking at her. Her face was shiny with my juice.

"Wow, indeed," she smiled. "So have I converted you to an all-out lesbian?"

"Maybe," I nodded.

"Only maybe?" she asked, giving me a mocking pout.

"I think I need to return the favour to know for sure," I said.

"Oh, in that case," she smiled, lifting up her skirt to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties, "we better make sure you are addicted forever."

"I think I already am," I smiled, as I watched her straddle my head and lower herself on me.

I didn't hesitate; I wanted to taste her; I needed to taste her. I leaned up slightly and began to lick.

Can there be fireworks on your taste buds?

Can you know in one second that you are definitely 100 percent sure you are a lesbian?

Can you fall in love this way?

I didn't know the answers to these questions in theory, but at that exact moment, that was how I was feeling.

Even though I had no idea what I was doing. I licked and probed and licked.

Sarah moaned, "So good, baby."

I loved that she called me 'baby'. I wished she'd call me by my real name; the name I had not yet given her.

It made me confident I was doing okay and I kept kicking, kept probing. After a couple of minutes, I wanted to change positions; I wanted to be in control. I asked, "Can you roll over onto your knees, Sarah?"

"Sure," she said, rolling off me and into the position I requested. "How's this, baby?" she asked, as she posed for me. Her ass looked like a juicy ripe apple ready to bite.

"If this was what Eve saw," I smiled as I moved to her. "I can understand why she bit the apple."

Sarah laughed, "Bite away, baby."

I moved my fingers to her pussy while I kissed her ass cheeks.

"Oh yes, baby," she moaned, "that feels so good".

Although I had never considered a butthole to be sexy, as I stared at hers; I was drawn to it. I kissed it as my fingers teased her wet pussy.

She moaned, "Oh, you bad girl. How did you know I liked my butthole licked?"

I joked, as I swirled my tongue around her rosebud, "My super senses."

"Well, they're super awesome," she moaned.

After a minute, she said, "I'd love to have you lick my butt all night, baby. But guests are going to show up soon."

"Sorry," I apologized.

She laughed, as she rolled onto her back and spread her legs, "No, I'm sorry."

"Can I finish what I started?" I asked, moving between her legs.

"You better," she smiled. "If you don't, I won't be able to think straight."

"I don't want you thinking straight anymore," I smiled as I lowered my face to her glistening pussy.

"Oh, I definitely don't think straight," she giggled and moaned, as my tongue flicked her clit.

Knowing time was of the essence, I didn't savour her taste like I wanted to. Instead, I slid two fingers inside her while teasing her swollen clit.

"Oh yes, finger fuck me, baby," she moaned, as she lifted her ass up.

I maintained the double pleasure, furiously pumping my fingers in and out of her pussy, while simultaneously sucking on her clit.

"Oh God, don't stop," she demanded; her hand going to the back of my head.

I didn't; I wanted to hear her come; I wanted to feel her come; I wanted to be the one to make her come.

I was rewarded a little while later as she screamed, not attempting to muffle her scream of pleasure, as her legs stiffened and her ass again rose, "Yes, baby, I'm coming."

I eagerly licked the juice that leaked out of her and onto my tongue.

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned, crashing back to the bed. "Sooooo good."

I kept licking until her orgasm was done.

Finally, she asked, as she got off the bed, "So?"

"So, what?" I asked, smiling, as I licked my lips to get any last remnants of her perfection.

"Brat," she laughed, as she pulled me off the bed and kissed me.

Breaking the kiss, she smiled, "Damn, I taste good."

"I completely concur," I nodded.

She moved close and said, "Can you take your mask off?"

I no longer cared about hiding who I was. I knew I didn't love her; this wasn't a lesbian Romeo and Juliet, yet I knew I liked her... a lot.

I nodded, and took off my mask.

She smiled, "It's good to finally meet you, Susanne."

"You knew it was me?" I asked.

She nodded. "I have friends who are really good with computers. By the way, you should heighten your computer's security."

"I guess so," I said, feeling much more vulnerable and insecure without the mask.

"Susanne," she said, taking my hand and looking into my eyes. "I want this to be more than a sex thing."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"I knew I did after a couple of our honest conversations," she said.

"Wow," I said, butterflies in my stomach.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Sarah asked, looking nervous herself... kind of like Julia Roberts in Notting Hill when she declares her love for Hugh Grant.

"That would be super," I smiled.

She leaned in and kissed me one more time, just as the doorbell rang.

"We have guests," she said.

I put my mask back on, and then took her hand, "I'm hoping for a night cap."

She smiled, as she took my hand, "I'm hoping to have an all-nighter."

I followed her out, knowing that my life had forever changed.

THE END

Although I didn't use this photo, I thought I would leave you with it as I love it, but it just didn't fit the plot.

Jasmine October 2015

Thanks again to Rebecca for the artwork permission.

This story was inspired by Rebecca's many art collections, including 'Housewives at Play', 'Teens at Play' and 'Hot Moms'.

Lastly, this is my fourth collaboration with Rebecca for Literotica. If you want to read my other stories with her artwork (which are not related at all to this story) please search:

Straight Housewife Blackmailed

"Moms & Daughters": A Family Affair

Summer of Slut: MILF Challenge