[mm]y last installment in this story... and that's how you know it's true... | 2016

Way back when I started posting this story, I told you that you could tell it was true because it started off weird.

Another way you can tell it's true is because it ends, eventually.

The day after Paul's Halloween party was actually Halloween. He texted me that morning and told me about a bar, about forty-five minutes' drive, that was supposed to throw truly raging holiday parties. Dollar shots, slutty waitresses, the whole deal. He asked if I wanted to go, I told him I was totally up for that.

Then he asked if I wanted to go in my "costume" from the party.

That... I wasn't so sure about.

He pressed the issue, saying that basically I was really convincing when I was "all dolled up," and that if anybody suspected that I was really a dude, well, it WAS Halloween, after all.

I told him I had a better idea.

When I hopped into his car, he nearly choked.

I realized that all I needed to go unnoticed at a Halloween party at a bar was another layer of costume- if I was dressed up like a regular girl, then people would look at me and see a guy dressed up like a girl.

But if I wore a costume on TOP of that... then people would see a girl dressed up as something else.

So I went over to the costume store that morning, when it first opened, and picked up a Silk Spectre costume from the movie "Watchmen." It wasn't a very popular costume (I thought the movie was okay, most people disagreed) so it was marked down, but I thought it was very girly and very hot. Plus it offered enough coverage up top that I could use my boob cutlets and give some decently-convincing cleavage.

This was one of those year-round warehouse-style stores, and the staff was all a bunch of tattooed hipster-types, so nobody really gave me a second look when I rang the stuff up.

So, back to the car- Paul was staring.

"You like?" I asked.

He nodded. As he started to drive, I let my hand come to rest on his leg, and then, after a couple minutes, I moved it to the growing bulge in his jeans.

Houses gave way to the highway, and as soon as the streetlights became fewer and further between, I started to unbuckle his pants.

"What are you.." he began, and then hissed as my hand gripped his cock. At first, I was just jerking him a little bit, moving my hand up and down while saying coy little things like, "watch the road," but after a minute or so of that, I decided to take things to the next level.

I leaned over and started running my tongue around the tip of his cock, stopping every so often to kiss the tip gently. He moaned, let his right hand rest on the back of my head, but when he pushed down I resisted, enjoying how crazy I was driving him. I'd had girlfriends react the same way when they were blowing me, and it was strange to realize that now I understood what they were thinking while they were sucking me off.

I drifted down, licking his balls softly, but that sort of tickled him, so pretty soon I'd drifted back up to running my tongue up and down his shaft.

Finally, I couldn't resist any longer, and I took all of him into my mouth. It didn't feel like very long- maybe it was the combination of my costume, and the public nature of what we were doing- but after just a short while, Paul was exploding down my throat. Swallowing it all was harder than I'd expected, and I made a note to go easier on girls about that in the future.

Sitting up, I cradled his softening cock in my hand, ran my tongue along his ear, and whispered, "more later."

The bar was a huge success.

Everyone thought I was a girl- Paul was introducing me as "his friend Kirstie," and that ended up resulting in a lot of unexpected fun.

Did you know that, if you're reasonably cute, and a girl, and it's Halloween, and there's booze everywhere, that you can just kiss anybody?

First, Paul told me to try to make out with a girl in a "sexy schoolgirl" outfit at the bar.

I wandered over, said (in my best girl-voice,) "I love your braids," and dove in. She kissed back passionately, and all the guys around us shouted, "Wooooo!"

I left quickly, but momentarily imagining that I was a bi-curious girl was getting me turned on like crazy.

Later, a guy came over and bought me a shot. I slammed it down, and then pulled him in for a kiss, too. He shoved his tongue aggressively into my mouth, and knowing that he thought I was a girl made it twice as exciting- as did the knowledge that if he found out I was a guy he'd probably kick my ass.

Eventually, when we were both good and drunk, Paul and I realized that we couldn't drive home.

So we got a hotel.

Paul lay naked on the bed, and I did my best girly-walk over to him, shedding layers of my costume, asking him if it made him jealous to watch me make out with other guys.

Soon I'd stripped down to just my thong panties and my wig, and I decided to leave those on. Paul grabbed me, kissing me deeply, and rolled so that I was on my back, him on top of me. He started lubing up his cock, sliding aside my thong and probing my ass with the fingers on his other hand while he did.

"You were a good girl tonight," he said.

"Mmmm, thanks..."

"How long have you been dressing like this," he asked.

"Just yesterday," I moaned, as he shoved his finger in up to the second knuckle.

"Really? You took to it so naturally," he said, "Kind of like how you took naturally to this-"

He shoved his cock inside of me, and I squealed, rolling us both over so that I could ride him like a cowgirl. My rock-hard cock tented my thong a little bit, and he slid one lubed hand inside my panties to jerk me off while I bounced up and down on him.

"Oh, god, Paul," I said, "Fuck me harder."

"Scream it," he said.

"OH, PAUL," I screamed, "FUCK MY ASS!"

He obliged, pounding away, occasionally smacking me on one cheek or the other, tweaking my nipples, cupping my balls. His hands seemed to be everywhere.

"OH GOD, PAUL," I screamed, "I LOVE IT. I LOVE YOUR COCK INSIDE ME."

"Yeah," he breathed, "Fuck yeah."

He'd started jackhammering in the rhythm that let me know he was going to cum, and he started jerking me off with one hand so I could go at the same time.

"FUCK, I LOVE IT," I said, and as I felt him coming close to the edge, I leaned over, shoved my tongue in his mouth, and, as the both of us started to spurt enthusiastically, I said-

"I love you, Paul."

The cum erupted out of my cock, splattering all over us both.

"I love you," I said.

"...oh," he said.

I rolled off of him, panting, feeling hollowed out without his cock inside of me.

"...oh?" I said.

"Um... yeah."

The rest of the conversation isn't sexy. But that's how you know the other parts are real... because they ended.