Both Sides Of The Coin

Jessica and I were back at the scene of the crime, so to speak.

Her work friend, Mike, hosted a costume party every year on the Saturday night 8 days before the Super Bowl, "Because there's never anything else going on that weekend." Last year, that tagline on the invite offered sufficient enough logic to get Jess and me out of our apartment and over to Mike's, and up until a week ago I was very much looking forward to the 2013 edition.

The thing was, last year we had won the contest going away. . .

[Cue the Wayne's World styled flashback sound effects]

...I was wearing a "Teacher Costume," otherwise known as my business casual work clothes, but Jess went all out as a naughty school girl. I certainly hadn't seen the skirt before, but it was rolled up high enough that there was plenty of naked leg showing before her knee-high socks got in the way. On top was the typical white button up shirt, which barely contained her healthy chest, and certainly did nothing to hide the fact that she was wearing a red lacy bra. With Jess just standing still, it was enough to make any man's blood rise. As you might expect, what with this being a sexytimes story, Jess was hardly ever standing still. She's generally an active participant in all things party-related, so that night she was dancing and twisting and spinning and clapping and jumping. And as you might further expect, any of those fun verbs gave most of the room a decent look up her skirt and at the pair of red panties that completed the set.

By overwhelming popular vote (in a room split 60/40 male/female) "we" won the contest. Many high-fives were thrown followed by celebratory sips of booze. A fine story all around, were it to wrap up here (but it won't, because you haven't cum yet dear readers).

The thing is, I remember noticing Jess's actions getting progressively stranger over the course of the night. It was if the costume had gone straight to her brain--She wouldn't stop with the schoolgirl act even when we had left the main room of the party and were heading for our quarters for the night--the spare bedroom.