A Very Naughty Halloween Party - Part 1

“What do you think?” Zoey asked as she sauntered out of the bedroom in her Jessica Rabbit costume. Her breasts practically spilled over the top of the strapless red dress and her long pink hair swayed just a little with every sultry step she took in her strappy three inch heels.

“Holy shit,” Pat said as he straightened his posture and let his eyes wander over Zoey’s body. “I don’t know if people know who Jessica Rabbit is anymore, but I know you look really fucking good, so I’m not sure it’s going to matter.”

Zoey smiled. “You really think I look good?”

Pat stood and nodded as he approached his girlfriend. “You look amazing.”

“You look really cute, by the way,” Zoey said.

Pat looked down at the Roger Rabbit costume Zoey had bought for him and replied, “I look like an idiot. You’re going to be strutting around the party like a goddess and I’m going to be the dumbass in the huge rabbit ears and the gigantic blue and yellow polka dot bowtie.”

Jessica reached up and slipped her gloved fingers under his red suspenders and pulled back gently. She leaned in and her shiny red lips approached his. Her voice was impressively seductive as she said, “I like those big bunny ears, and that bowtie, and these suspenders. I like that you were willing to dress up for me. Who knows, by the end of the night Jessica might be in the mood to have some very naughty fun with Roger.”

She titled her head and Pat was certain Zoey was going to kiss him. Her lips lingered achingly close to his for a handful of seconds and then he leaned it. Zoey pulled away and smiled, seemingly delighted in her ability to tease him.

“Oh, it looks like Roger is already eager to have his way with Jessica,” she said while glancing down at the bulge in Pat’s crotch.

“Yeah, wow, look at that,” he said.

“If you’re a good rabbit tonight I’ll take care of that for you when we get home, okay?” Zoey said.

Pat smiled. It seemed that his girlfriend was using Halloween as a chance to play the part of a buxom seductress, and he had no problem with that. She looked fantastic and she seemed to exude a kind of sexual confidence she didn’t normally possess.

“I guess I’ll have to be a good rabbit, then,” Pat said.

Zoey squeezed his cock through his red pants and smiled. “We have a party to go to. Grab your keys and let’s go.”

Pat grabbed his keys and they headed for the garage. He opened the passenger door for Zoey and watched as the slit up the side of her dress opened, leaving her right thigh almost entirely exposed as Zoey got in the car. Pat took a moment to stare before closing the door, taking a deep breath to try and control his growing sense of lust, and getting behind the wheel.

“That dress is amazing,” he said. “Where did you get it?”

“Etsy, believe it or not,” Zoey replied. “Hand sewn, in fact. I gave her my measurements and she created it from scratch. That’s why it fits so well.” She paused for a moment and ran her fingers over the bare skin of her thigh. “You like the slit, don’t you?”

Pat nodded as he tried his best to keep his eyes on the road. “That’s my favorite part.”

“I suspect that’s going to be every guy’s favorite part,” Zoey said.

Pat glanced at Zoey and saw a smile on her face. “Oh, well, yeah, I guess you’re right about that.”

“Does that bother you?” she asked.

“That other guys are going to stare at you in that costume?” Pat replied. “No, not at all. Or, well, I don’t know. Does it bother you?”

“I’ve never really been the kind of girl that dressed up in something sexy for Halloween. I always went with something cute, or something that I thought was clever that most people struggled to understand,” Zoey explained. “I don’t know why, but something changed this year. Maybe I’m just more confident. Whatever the difference is, I know that I couldn’t help but think about wearing a costume that drew attention.”

“Attention from guys,” Pat stated.

“It does bother you,” Zoey replied, though Pat heard what sounded like a little bit of joy in her voice, like she was a little bit delighted at his jealousy.

“No, it doesn’t bother me,” he said. “At least, not in a bad way. I’m not going to insist that you put a sweatshirt on, or anything. I think it’s just a healthy kind of jealousy, maybe. My girlfriend looks super hot and other guys are going to be staring at her and…well, you know.”

Pat pulled up to a stop sign and looked over to see Zoey running her fingers over the exposed skin of her thigh. It struck him as remarkably erotic and he felt a stirring of desire between his legs.

“Other guys are going to be staring and what?” Zoey asked. “You didn’t finish your thought.”

Pat thought it was obvious, which is why he hadn’t finished his thought. “They’re going to be staring and thinking about…well, about, you know, about what guys think about when they see a beautiful girl in an insanely hot dress.”

Zoey smiled as Pat’s eyes wandered to her thigh once more and watched as her fingers continued to slowly dance over her smooth skin. A car pulled up behind them and honked, drawing Pat’s attention back to the road. He hit the gas and Zoey chuckled.

“Are you saying that guys are going to be thinking about fucking me, Pat?” Zoey asked.

Pat was a little stunned at both her directness and the relative crudeness of her language – Zoey wasn’t the kind of girl that talked like that – but she was right on the money. “Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Other guys are definitely going to be thinking about that. The single guys for sure.”

“And that makes you jealous?” Zoey asked.

“A little,” Pat answered. “Like I said, it’s not in a bad way. It’s not like I’m so overwhelmingly insecure that I can’t handle other guys fantasizing about my girlfriend, but there is some healthy jealousy there.”

“You know, sometimes girls like that,” Zoey said.

“Like what?” Pat asked.

“They like knowing that guys are thinking about them in that way,” she clarified. “They like dressing up in something sexy and knowing that guys want to fuck them, especially hot guys.”

Pat glanced over to see that Zoey’s dress had ridden up a little, exposing more of her thigh. Her fingers were still moving in slow circles over her skin and he couldn’t help but wonder if she was a little bit turned on. “Are you one of those girls?” he asked.

She didn’t answer and Pat pulled his eyes from the road one more time to see a smile on his girlfriend’s face.

“Zoey?” he said.

“I never thought I was one of those girls,” she answered. “It used to make me a little bit uncomfortable, to be honest. I think I always felt like I’d be a disappointment to a hot guy if he actually fucked me, like somehow the sex would be bad and he’d end up regretting it.”

“That definitely wouldn’t be the case, Zoey,” Pat reassured her. “You’re incredible in bed.”

Zoey reached over and rubbed his leg. “I know I am,” she said. “Now I know that, at least. Being with you has given me confidence, Pat. That look on your face every time you cum makes me feel like I’m great in bed. That look you have when I take you in my mouth makes me certain that I’m exceptionally good at giving head, too.”

“So, are you saying that you like it when guys stare at you like they want to fuck you?” Pat asked.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying,” Zoey said as her hand traveled up his thigh. “I hope that doesn’t bother you.”

Pat looked down to see that Zoey’s fingers were absolutely traveling towards his crotch. She found his cock and stroked him through his ridiculous red costume pants and he gripped the steering wheel a little tighter as an unexpected sense of pleasure erupted between his legs.

“I wore this costume because I want to be wanted, Pat,” Zoey said. “Ultimately, I want you and I’m going to have you when the party is over, but I want guys to stare at me. I want girls to be jealous of me. I honestly wouldn’t mind getting hit on, at least if the guy is hot.”

Zoey’s over-the-pants handjob had left him hard, but Pat wasn’t sure he was entirely on board with his girlfriend’s plan to be an object of lust for every hot guy at the party.

“It seems like you don’t mind the idea of guys checking me out,” Zoey noted. “It kind of seems like you’re excited by it.”

Pat wasn’t sure she’d believe him if he denied it. He wasn’t sure if he’d believe it either. What she was doing felt good, but he knew it wasn’t just her touch that had him turned on. It was like putting on the Jessica Rabbit costume had turned Zoey into an entirely different girl, and for whatever reason, Pat found that girl exceptionally arousing.

“I guess I don’t mind,” he said. “I mean, you’re right, my cock isn’t exactly putting up a fight, is it?”

“It’s not,” Zoey replied as she stroked him a little faster. “In fact, your cock feels hard as a rock. If we weren’t going to a party I’d take it out and offer you a little assistance, in fact.”

Pat looked at his girlfriend with genuine surprise in his eyes. Zoey had never offered much of anything in the car, and now she was talking about making him cum. “Seriously?”

“Absolutely,” Zoey said. “That feels like something Jessica Rabbit would do. If she made her man hard as a rock I think she’d drop her head into his lap and show him the kind of pleasure every man wants. I think she’d help relieve him of the strain of having such a stiff cock and I think she’d happily swallow the result of her oral efforts.”

Pat suddenly found it a little difficult to keep a clear head. All he could think about was seeing his girlfriend’s pink hair bobbing up and down in his lap. Was there a chance he’d get a blowjob on the drive home from the party?”

“That will have to wait, though,” Zoey said as she pulled her hand from between his legs. “I wouldn’t want to mess up my pretty lipstick and I think you might be a little less interested in me having flirty fun at the party if you’ve already had an orgasm.”

“What does flirty fun mean?” Pat asked.

“It means if a hot guy comes up to me and tells me I look incredible in this dress that I might do a little bit of flirting with him,” Zoey explained. “I might tell him that he looks good in his costume. I might make an effort to let a little more of my leg show so he can get a glimpse at my thigh and dream of being the man to take me home so he can see what’s under my dress.”

“Wait, what?” Pat asked. “Aren’t I going to be the man to take you home?”

“Of course you are,” Zoey assured him. “But the other guys don’t have to know that. They can think they have a chance at taking me home. They can dream of being the one to fuck Jessica Rabbit.”

“Jesus, Zoey, what’s gotten into you?” Pat asked.

Zoey unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over. She grabbed Pat’s still-hard cock and kissed his neck before unleashing a sultry moan that made his balls tingle with pleasure. “Don’t worry, baby,” she whispered. “I’ll be a good girl. I’ll just do a little flirting, maybe a little bit of harmless touching.”

“Touching?” Pat asked breathlessly.

“Mmm, I can’t help it if a guy wants to reach out and run his fingers over my thigh,” Zoey said. “The dress kind of invites that sort of desire, don’t you think? If I’m close with a guy and he happens to let his fingers brush over my soft, smooth skin, I can’t really control that. All I can do is enjoy it.”

Pat’s heart pounded and his cock throbbed as Zoey stroked him slowly through his pants.

“I might dance with a guy, if he asks nicely,” Zoey said. “Would you be okay with that?”

“I…I think so,” Pat answered.

“Yeah? You’d be okay with a hot guy dancing with me? You’d be okay with his hands moving all over my body and this dress?” she asked.

Pat groaned. “Yes, I think so, yes.”

Zoey kissed his neck, released his cock, and moved back to her seat. She put her seatbelt on, took a deep breath, and said, “This is going to be a hell of a party.”

Confusion reigned in Pat’s mind. Why was he so turned on? Was he really okay with Zoey flirting, touching, and dancing with other guys, or was she just insanely sexy as Jessica Rabbit and had managed to lure him into a place of crazy desire with just a little bit of touching? Was she actually planning on doing any of those things, or was she just having fun teasing him?

As they neared their destination, Pat couldn’t help but try and get a little clarity. “So, are you really going to do any of that stuff you talked about, or were you just having a little fun?”

“It was fun, wasn’t it?” Zoey asked.

“Wow, there’s a ton of cars parked on the street,” Pat said as they neared their friend’s house. “This is a way bigger party than I thought it would be. I don’t really see any spaces.”

“Would you mind dropping me off and finding a space? I can’t walk half a mile in these heels and this dress,” Zoey said.

Pat pulled up in front of the house and said, “You didn’t answer my question. Were you just teasing me, or are you really planning on doing any of that stuff you talked about?”

Zoey smiled, leaned over to give him a soft kiss on the cheek, and whispered, “What would Jessica Rabbit do?”

She got out of the car and Pat stared at her incredible ass in the sparkly red dress. She still hadn’t answered his question, since he had no idea what Jessica Rabbit would do. Would she flirt? Would she dance? Would she slink off to a dark corner of the party with a hot guy and let him try and seduce her?

A few people were hanging out on the porch and Pat watched as every single one of them stared at Zoey. One of the guys broke away from the group he was talking with and walked right up to her. The smile on his face and his body language made it perfectly clear he was flirting. Zoey made it perfectly clear she was thrilled to have his attention. Just like that, it seemed obvious that Zoey hadn’t just been teasing, that she planned on having the kind of fun she’d described.

Pat tightened his grip on the steering wheel, put the car in drive, and hurried to find a parking space. He really wanted to get to that party, though Pat wasn’t sure if that’s because he wanted to stop his girlfriend from flirting with other guys or if he wanted to be there to witness her having the kind of fun she seemed to crave.