Once more back in the bedroom I hurried to put the costume aside. Instead, I lay down across the bed, propping my head up with a pillow so I could watch myself in the mirror. Spreading my legs, I could clearly see some pink down there, which turned into a nice view of my pussy as I reached down and parted the lips. I like the way it looks; bright pink which turns darker the more excited I get. Right then, it was quite dark. The lips are small and almost invisible unless I pull at them with my fingers, and the clit lies hidden at the top end beneath its little hood of skin. I don't shave, since pubic hair is one of my major turn-ons, but I like to keep it trimmed. I ran my fingers up and down the slit, occasionally brushing against the clit and sometimes slipping into me. With my other hand, I pinched and pulled on my stiff nipples, and all this attention was already starting to build into a coming climax. I sped up, running my fingers first down through the outer lips to collect some juices, and then up to rub my clit, then down again. Abandoning my breasts, I began to touch my anus with the fingers on my other hand. First just tickles, then a gentle rubbing, then actually penetrating. My ass is another of my hot spots, and I love to play with it. Now I focused on it with one hand, and on my clit with the other, building up a steady, fast rhythm that would bring me off quickly. My mind turned to what I might be doing later that evening. Later that night. Closing my eyes, I conjured a mental image of Paige; her long golden hair, sweet red lips and deep ember eyes. She was a couple of years older than me, and she was my best friend. I longed so badly to touch her, to cup her large, yet firm tits in my hands and feel the nipples tickle my palms; to slowly pull down her panties to reveal that blond patch of hair I had glimpsed a couple of times in the locker room and in the showers at the gym. I would fondle that hair, touch it and feel it, then I'd let my fingers find their way in between her thighs, finding her most secret spot. I would get down on my knees in front of her, smell her, slowly reach out with my tongue and touch... With a cry of bliss, I came harder than I had in months. I squeezed my eyes shut so hard I was seeing colors. Fingers still on my hot sex, I rode the waves of my peak until they began to subside. Then I licked my wet fingers clean, and went to fetch a wet piece of cloth to clean up the rest of the mess. Normally, I'm not very wet when I'm excited, but the excitement tonight had really got to me.

Once I felt clean enough, having used just a little hint of body scent to cover up the smell of my pussy, I got in front of the mirror and put on the costume. I had made it myself, so the fit was near-perfect. Knee-high boots with high heels, white silk socks held up by a sexy pink laced suspender belt. A studded belt above that, and then a bra, also studded around the rims of the cups, with holes cut out for my nipples. To top it off, I put on a thick, spiked collar around my neck. Everything except for the socks and suspender bit was made from smooth black leather. Checking myself in the mirror, I thought I looked good enough to eat. Which I hoped beyond hope that Paige would do before the night came to an end. The thought of her made me start feeling hot again, so I tried to focus on the costume. I couldn't just stand at her door dressed like this, with all my goodies on display, so I reluctantly put on the rest of the costume, which consisted of a short red skirt, held up by buttons that could be undone in a second, then a green top to just barely cover the leather bra. I never use much make-up, but I did put on some eye-shadow and a soft red lipstick. Still looking sexy, I thought as I looked in the mirror again. I put the wings and the horns in a plastic bag, then grabbed my jacket and headed out. It was gruesomely cold wearing so little clothes, so I ran to the car and started it up, turning the heat on full.

As I drove towards her apartment, I couldn't help thinking about Paige again. We'd known each other since college, and even though I can't say I fell in love at first sight, what I did feel was a connection, a friendship kind of love that only deepened when I began to realize I lusted after her. She was a bit shy, not really withdrawn, but not very outspoken, either, and her sense of humor was rather thoughtful than boisterous. And she was beautiful. After college, when we managed to get hired by the same up-and-coming biotech company, she began to change. Now in her right environment, doing the kind of research she herself chose, she lost the last of the timid schoolgirl in her, and emerged from the chrysalis of time as a confident and competent woman. Which of course made me love her all the more. We worked together, went out together, went on holidays together, and all this time I spent with her begun to wear on me. It was painful, being so near the one I loved without daring to say so, to touch her, to make love to her like I'd want to. But I couldn't push her away, either. So when she invited me over for a Halloween dinner, movie and night out on town, I made my decision. I would play all my cards, hoping for the best. I knew she wouldn't hate me, wouldn't shut me out of her life, but I also knew I would shut myself out of hers if she rejected me. I couldn't go on being her friend. Remained to see if I'd be her lover or a stranger.

Busy with my thoughts, fears and hopes, I almost missed pulling into her street. I was already a couple of minutes late, and I didn't want to seem like a complete idiot by saying I got lost driving the same way I'd driven so many times before. My knees were jelly when I parked the car and got out. My teeth were clattering, and not just from the cold. I hurried inside, and while I waited for the lift I put on the horns, and attached the wings to the holders I had sewn into the bra straps. Hopefully, the costume would take the tension out of the situation, but the closer I got to her apartment, the sillier the idea seemed. I would have had a better chance if I'd been dressed more conservatively, like I always did, this was stupid, she'd laugh at me and not take me seriously when I finally... The lift arrived, and during the short ride to the sixth floor I took a couple of deep breaths, trying to calm my mind. It actually worked, and by the time rang Paige's doorbell I had my costume in perfect order and a smile on my lips.

I was met by a brilliant smile when the door opened, but it faded quickly into surprise, then an amused grin. Paige looked me up and down, then shook her head before stepping aside, ushering me inside without comment. I took off my jacket and took a look around. There's always some change in decoration, every single time I visit her place, and I quickly spotted it. Not the carved pumpkin or the spooky candles, but this time she had re-arranged the porcelain models on the mantelpiece. There were a couple of new ones, and some of the old ones were missing. I was going to say something about that, but when I turned around I also got my first good look of her. And I felt my jaw drop, literally. She was wearing a skin-tight outfit that left nothing of her trim, curvy figure to the imagination. I had to make an effort to keep from drooling on the carpet, not to mention quell the urge to jump her bones right then and there. She had on make-up of a kind I had never seen her wear before, sexy yet somehow discreet at the same time. But what caught my eyes the most was what wasn't there anymore.

"Jesus, girl, what have you done to your hair?"

"Don't you like it?" She ran her fingers through the short, stubbed do that was all that was left of her once so wavy blond tresses. Maybe two or three inches of length were all that remained. "I figured I needed something new."

"Yeah, well, it looks... it looks great," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn a little. "I mean... it really does, I was just... surprised."

"Me too." She giggled as she reached out and stroked my collar. The feeling of her hand brushing against the skin of my neck gave me goose bumps. "You've dressed up, Erin. What are you, some kind of demon?"

"A succubus." I swallowed, trying to make myself continue like I had planned. "A kind of demon, yeah, but one sent out to seduce innocent humans, snaring their souls for eternal purgatory."

"Ouch. Are we gonna go trick-or-treating, then?" She laughed. "I haven't done that in ages! I had just figured we'd go down to one of the usual places."

"Well, I figured we'd need some kind of break of habit." My throat began to feel dry, and I had to dig my fingernails deep into my palms to keep my hands from shaking. By some miracle, I managed to keep a steady voice. "Actually, I thought I'd ask you... well... trick or treat?"

"Oops, guess you caught me short then." She shrugged, tilting her head in a gesture I had always found irresistibly cute. "I gave away the last of my candy to a drooling werewolf just a couple of minutes ago. Does that mean you're gonna play me a trick, Miss Succubus?"

"Maybe. Or I might... I might give..." I took a deep breath, and held it for a second as I watch the look on Paige's face change from amused to concerned. I decided to go ahead while I still had my nerves, and before I made things even more awkward. "Maybe it'll be me who gives you a treat."

"Really?" She smiled warmly, her face lighting up like a Christmas tree. "My mom always taught me never to accept candy from demons, ma'am."

"Not candy, Paige. I thought maybe... maybe you'd like to see my costume in full."

"I already saw the wings. They're great! So soft-looking, like they were a moth's wings or something."

"No, it's not that, I just need a second or two to get it all ready. Would you turn around?"

She did as I asked, facing the fireplace while I began to struggle my way out of the skirt and top. This was it. Either she'd think I was weird or, fingers crossed, she'd think I was sexy. Either way, I would make her my offer. Myself. Strangely, I began to feel calm and relaxed as I felt the air of the room against my bared nipples. And once I had the skirt off, and looked down to see my naked crotch, I felt completely reassured that everything would go well. Gulping down some air again, I cleared my throat before speaking again.

"You can turn around now, Paige."

She did, and I could hear a gasp escape her sweet red lips as she took in my costumed nakedness. So far, so good. She didn't freak out; instead, she let her eyes slowly wander all over me, seemingly lingering at my pubic bush below the thick leather belt, definitely stopping to look at the black bra with my stiff nipples peeking out through its holes. Then our eyes met, and she smiled at me, melting away the last of my nervousness. A jolt of pleasure ran through me at the sight of that smile, and I felt my juices slowly begin to flow. Still looking all over my body, she walked up to me, running her fingers over the studs in my belt. Leaning in close, she whispered in my ear.

"You look great. Hotter than a barbecue in June."

"Thanks."

"These are so cool. So soft." She touched one of the wings. "Can you actually buy stuff like that, or did you make it yourself?"

"No, I made it. I wouldn't have the nerve to try something like this on in a store." She laughed. "Like the horns?"

"Yeah. Erin, you're not thinking of going out like that, are you?"

"Actually..." I had to swallow again before I could go on. "Actually, I was kind of hoping to stay in tonight."

"Really?" She smiled. "Are you trying to seduce me, Miss Succubus?"

"Would I succeed?"

"Possibly..." I jumped slightly as her hand left my belt and began following the rim of the bra, slowly moving in to brush against one of my nipples. I couldn't hold back a gasp of pleasure. "Is this the treat you talked about?"

"If you want," I whispered, touching her hip, tracing the seam of her outfit up towards her tits. "I was hoping you'd be interested, but I wasn't sure."

"Oh, I'm definitely interested, Erin, definitely." She cupped my left breast, rubbing the nipple firmly with the palm of her hands, making me gasp again. "Actually, I was hoping for something like this."

"You... you were?"

"Maybe not as soon as tonight, but some day." She leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Even when you're not in costume, Erin, you're really sexy."

"I want you, Paige." I felt my voice growing thick with lust. "I want you right now."

"Better take off those wings, or they'll get scrunched."