Cabin Cousins: Part 4

Costumes and characters.

Based on a post by NewMountain80, in 6 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connections.

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We sat on the couch, as she didn't have a table we could
both sit at and ate hungrily. We had both worked up quite an appetite. When we
had finished eating, Melissa leaned over the back of the couch, and set our
empty plates on the island counter, then cuddled up against me.

"That hit the spot." She said with a sigh.

"There's been a lot of that recently."

Melissa giggled. "Yeah, there has, hasn't there?"

We sat in silence for quite a while, just enjoying being
near each other.

Finally, Melissa sat up and said. "Come on, I'll show
you our costumes."

I followed her back to her bedroom, and she started pulling
things out of a big paper bag next to her dresser.

"This is yours." She said, handing me a blue
police shirt and hat. "And the final touches, handcuffs, and a
mustache." She handed me a pair of fuzzy pink novelty handcuffs and a fake
mustache that looked like it was straight out of a seventies porn video.

I laughed. "That's awesome. So I'm the cop, are you my
prisoner?"

"As much fun as that could be, no."

Then she took her costume out of the bag. It consisted of a
small light brown halter top with all kinds of colorful beads sewn onto it, a
matching skirt that looked very short, and a feathered
headdress.

"We're the Village People?" I asked.

Melissa nodded with a slightly uncertain smile. "Do you
like it?"

"I love it. What are Ashley and James going as?"

"Ashley is the cowboy, and James is the soldier."
She held up the halter top for me to see. "Ashley made this."

The beadwork was pretty amazing. As I looked it over, I
couldn't help but notice that Melissa still had an uncertain look on her face.

"Do you... not like it?" I asked.

"It's beautiful! It's just, Well, I should put it on
and show you." She put a hand over my eyes. "Close your eyes, and
when I tell you to open them, pretend that you aren't my lover, and I just
showed up to the party. Okay?"

I nodded and closed my eyes. Naturally, thoughts of what
Melissa was going to look like in the outfit began to bubble in my imagination.
Then the truth of it dawned on me. When I arrived at the cabin two weeks ago;
and she greeted me in a dress, which I was now certain that she had worn for
the sole purpose of enticing me and me alone. I have never seen her wear
anything in public that wasn't baggy or loose-fitting, and not anything nearly
as revealing as I imagined this costume was going to be. I knew that I had to
be very careful in how I reacted.

"Remember, you don't know me." Melissa reminded
me. Her voice sounded like she was at the other end of the room. "Okay.
Open your eyes."

I did and said the first thing that came to my mind.
"Wow." I looked her up and down. The halter top was cut fairly low,
giving a glimpse of the inner curves of her tits. It covered her chest down to
just above her navel, leaving a lot of skin on her belly, sides, and back,
bare. The skirt was very short, barely covering more of her legs than my boxer
briefs covered mine. The waistline sat low, leaving more skin exposed. Her long
muscular legs and her toned arms were also completely bare. As much as I was
struck by how stunningly sexy she looked, I could see how anxious she was about
the prospect of revealing so much skin.

While keeping my eyes on her, I turned my head like I was
talking to someone next to me. "Who is that?" Turning my head to the
other side I answered my question. "That's Melissa." Back to the
other side. "Wow, she is gorgeous."

My antics made Melissa giggle.

"Who is she here with?" "I don't know him.
Must be from out of town." "Lucky bastard."

Melissa laughed, and I stepped across the small room to her,
happy to have at least temporarily eased her tension.

When she spoke, her smile was still strained. "It's not
too much, I mean, not enough, is it?" She asked, tugging down slightly on
the hem of the skirt.

"It's more than a bikini."

"I don't own a bikini." She said, sitting down on
the edge of the bed. "It's not; I mean; I;" She was struggling to get
the right words out for what she wanted to say.

I sat on the bed next to her.

"It's not too... slutty, is it?" She
asked, staring at the floor.

Gently, I put a hand on her cheek and turned her head
towards me. "No. The costume isn't what makes some girls seem slutty, it's
how they act while wearing the costume, and that's just not who you are."

"I don't know how other girls can do it. They all seem
so comfortable in their skin. I've never been, except with you."

"Melissa, you are beautiful. There's no shame in
letting people see that." I said, keeping my hand on her cheek, and
maintaining eye contact.

She stretched her legs out in front of her, her flexed
muscles clearly defined. "I look like I could have been Brigitte Nielsen's
stunt double in Red Sonja."

I laughed. "You say that like it's a bad thing. She was
a goddess."

This got a smile from her. "I think you're
biased."

"Yes, I am. But that doesn't mean I'm wrong." She
still didn't seem convinced. "You should be proud of your body. It doesn't
matter what anyone else thinks. Do you like wearing it?"

"Yes." She said softly, then added. "It feels
really good."

"You look amazing."

"Everybody is going to be staring at me all night. I
don't know if I can take that."

She was probably right about everybody staring at her. Every
guy there is going to want her and be jealous of me. Every girl is going to
know that she is more beautiful than they are and be jealous of her.

"It's Halloween, so pretend to be someone else. Be a
girl who doesn't give a fuck about what other people think about her because
she's confident in who she is. Be a girl that loves the attention, because she
knows that every look is a compliment about her stunning beauty."

I wasn't sure if I was saying the right things or not. She
still didn't look very confident, but I could tell that she understood my
intent.

"I'll try." She gave me a quick kiss.

"Maybe you'll find out that you like the attention, and
won't have to pretend anymore."

"Maybe." She smiled shyly. "I think I have to
wear different panties though. I wanted to wear the red one for you
but..."

She stood and faced away from me, and I looked with
admiration at the backs of her long, sexy legs. Then she bent over at the
waist, and the short length of the skirt was pulled up, leaving nearly her
entire bare ass exposed. I could see the thin satin strap of her thong running
between her ass cheeks. I stood and put my hands on her ass, squeezing it. She
stood upright, but I kept her from turning around. I pressed myself against
her, arms around her waist, pulling her ass against the bulge in my pants.

"Keep the red one on," I whispered into her ear.

"It's not too much? I feel like I'm going to be showing
my bare ass to everybody."

"Maybe... just don't bend over like that when anyone
other than me can see it."

Melissa giggled cautiously. "Okay. But if I'm wearing
this, then you can't stand behind me to hide that bulge the whole time. If
people are going to see me, they're going to see you too."

I laughed. "Deal. I can guarantee that I'm going to be
hard as a rock all night." Then having an idea, I pulled away, undid my
pants, and reached down inside. Melissa watched me with an amused smile. I
rearranged myself so that, instead of being tucked down under between my legs,
my very erect cock sat pointing down along my left leg. I fastened my pants,
and with how tight they fit, the outline of my cock was clearly visible.

"That's fair." Then she said mischievously.
"Maybe next year you can be the cowboy, and I'll have you wear ass-less
chaps. That's it, just ass-less chaps."

We both laughed, and I pulled her into my arms, hugging her
warmly. "I love you."

"I love you." She replied.

"If it gets too uncomfortable, we'll leave," I
said softly. "It doesn't matter what we do, as long as we are
together."

I felt her nod in agreement. After a pause, she said.
"Speaking of what to do, the party doesn't start for, like, six
hours."

"How about renting a movie, and just relaxing?"

"Okay." She said, chuckling. "But I am not
wearing this to the video store."

We wondered the isles of the Blockbuster down the street
from Melissa's apartment, indecisive on what we wanted to watch. We had both
changed into comfortable jeans, but Melissa still wore the beaded halter top,
albeit underneath a long padded wool coat. None of the new releases had sparked
much interest, and we eventually found our way to the 'sci-fi and fantasy'
section.

After a few minutes, a title caught my eye. I grabbed the
box off the shelf and handed it to Melissa.

"Nice." She said, grinning.

Ten minutes later, the opening credits began, and as Arnold
Schwarzenegger rode across a mountain valley to an Ennio Morricone score, we
cuddled together on Melissa's couch to watch Red Sonja.

We barely spoke d