Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... knocking on the door. Her heart was beating so fast she almost felt dizzy. To calm herself, she took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly. “You can do this girl” she thought to herself, “It’s just Y’… keep it casual and have fun.” Her mind told her body in a futile effort to temper her excitement. Another deep breath and then she knocked on the door.

On the other side of the door, Yvonne was nervously rechecking her outfit, her costume. She had struggled with ideas of what to dress up as for this costume party dance thing… the Wilding, she reminded herself. What to go as? She had wondered for almost two weeks. Deeny had offered suggestions and ideas as they worked side by side at the diner. Some of the ideas sounded fun, some were just silly… some… well, it gave Yvonne ideas of other sorts that she had to address alone, at home… always alone…

Yvonne wrapped the black eye mask/scarf around her head and tied it, then set her black hat atop her head. All but a few stray locks of her chestnut hair were pulled back into a pony tail that hung down loosely over the collar of the black cape draped over her shoulders. The outside was black, but the inside was a bright scarlet red. The white button-down blouse with cascading frills from collar to the black sash wrapped around her waist masked her bosom.

Her black denim pants hugged her hips and the legs were tucked into knee high black leather boots. The boots were nearly flats as the heels were almost nothing. The last ...

... piece of her costume was a sash that ran from her right shoulder to her left hip, from which hung a toy rapier sword. Yvonne, smiled at her reflection in the mirror on the wall of the little house entry way, just as a knock sounded on the door. And the butterflies doubled in size.

Deeny was still holding her breath, even if she didn’t realize it, when the door opened to the inside. Standing before her was a masked dark figure with dazzling emerald green eyes and an uncertain smile. “Oh!” She exclaimed, her breath rushing out of her lungs with a start.

“What? Too much?” Yvonne’s smile faltered with concern as she took a half step back bringing her right hand to her chest as if to still her racing heart.

Deeny’s mouth was still hanging open in amazement as she slowly shook her head from side to side. Her eyes were wide and moving rapidly trying to take in the woman before her, the transformation was… incredible…and… Deeny shuddered as a tingle ran down her spine.

“No! No, Y! It’s… fantastic! Oh my God! You look… incredible!” Deeny stammered when she finally recovered her ability to speak.

Yvonne’s face blossomed from a worried questioning expression to one of relief and happy uncertainty. She was still very self-conscious about dressing up in a costume, but more so about how Deeny would think of it. More than she even thought she had been honestly. To see Deeny’s look of wonder and amazement sent shivers through her entire body.

Lowering her right hand from her ...