It's a Party!

It’s a Party!

By Bubblegom

NC-17 for overt sexual activities

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Chapter Twenty-One

It was now the end of October and Halloween was fast upon us. It fell on Thursday that year and, as it was on a school night, all of the Halloween parties I was invited to were to be held on Friday evening. A number of boys that I knew had invited me to parties at their homes, as I suddenly seemed to be very popular. I wonder why? Mwahaha!

I wanted to go trick or treating at the malls and score a buncha candy, but Kristine and Nicole became suddenly ‘too mature’ to do that and I didn’t want to go by myself. Luckily this girl that I had recently met named Mitzi wanted to go. Now Mitzi was just a shade different than most folks, although I thought she was way cool. For one thing, she used to bring this George Bush cutout everywhere with her. Haha! Personally I loved it, but I think her teachers’ hated it, although it turned out, I guess, that there really isn’t a school rule against bringing a George Bush cutout to school with you. And she could launch into these fantastic spontaneous raps. Mitzi called it ‘when I go insane.’

She was also way cute. She was Asian, so she was actually a little shorter than me and that’s going some. She had an average build with large breasts for her size, brown hair with pink highlights, tan skin, and almond shaped green eyes with a yellow ring around the pupil; all in all a very nice piece of work. When I met her in school on Thursday the day before Halloween, I asked her if she wanted to go trick or treating with me in the mall.

Mitzi responded, “George Bush!” She waved the cutout at me and then continued. “HE’LL GO TO THE MALL! BWAHAHA! I wanna go too.”

I started laughing hysterically. I tell you the girl cracks me up. I asked, “I take it that’s a yes?”

“AFIRMATIVE, AFIRMATIVE. We have a ten-four on that little buddy,” Mitzi replied.

Luckily for my sanity, right then the bell for the next class rang, so we had to hurry to different classes, but not before making our plans.
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One of the things we discussed, before leaving to go to class, was what costumes we were going to wear. We decided to both dress up as little old men. Mwahaha! I didn’t know what Mitzi’s costume was going to be like, but I think I looked totally realistic. You know, unfortunately living in Florida means there’s a lot of old people kicking the bucket all the time, so I didn’t have any difficulty at all with going down to a thrift store and scoring a really good suit. Of course, it had to be for an extremely short man, but luckily a lot of these old folks seem to shrink into themselves before passing on. So I had a really nice gray suit, black oxfords, some black socks, white shirt, a gray tie and I had a brown fedora to tuck my hair up in. I had some theatrical makeup from – well, never mind, but you just never know when you can use some theatrical makeup. I aged myself considerably with that and then I lightly drew in some wrinkles. I looked great, if you want to know the truth.

As I mentioned before, I lived within walking distance of the mall, so I didn’t set out until after the evening fell upon us, because I didn’t want to take a chance of anybody I know spotting me dressed like that. As I walked along to the mall, it struck me that the height of irony was I didn’t mind people seeing me when I was stark naked, but I didn’t want them to see me dressed as an old man for Halloween. Oh, vanity – Mwahaha!

As soon as I arrived at the mall, I didn’t have any difficulty locating Mitzi, because she was standing outside shaking her cutout of George Bush at people and talking away to it. They appeared to be cutting a wide swath around her on their way into the mall.

“I WANNA DO THAT!! CAN I CAN I CAN I CAN I MOMMY?! Oh wait. Yer not my mommy, - shoves stranger away. Go away! I said go away – runs away with stranger following,” Mitzi prattled away.

I started laughing immediately. Mitzi heard me, turned and offered me a large grin. Her outfit looked fabulous. She looked just like an old man. No one would have known the difference. Mitzi explained to me later that she used some old clothes of her grandfather’s and did some alterations on them. She was a young lady of many talents, one of which was cracking me up whenever she wanted.

I offered her a quick hug and then we entered the mall and began our store to store hike in search of free candy. Whenever we felt that people from the various stores were being chintzy in what they offered us, Mitzi would break out into one of her periods of ‘insanity.’

“Shoves stranger away. Go away! I said go away! Runs away with stranger following. AHHH! STRANGER! Whacks stranger with charred and thorny cardboard cutout of George Bush – SEE SEE?!! IT’S HIS FAULT!! I TOLD YOU!!!”

By the way, these are only pale approximations compared to Mitzi’s real ravings. And she was delivering them in a deep gravely voice of an old man. God, it was wild! Of course, they were pouring candy into our bags just to get us to move on down the line and away from their stores.

I was eating about every other of those little chocolate bars they were giving away. I don’t know if you have ever experienced this or not, but if you eat enough cheap chocolate in a short period of time you will start to experience some fairly severe cramps.

So of course I needed to get to a restroom as soon as possible. As luck would have it, we were right in front of the ladies room, but as we attempted to enter, a security guard, who I suppose had been watching us for a while to see if we did anything that would warrant him throwing us out of the mall, stepped in front of us blocking the doorway.

“Whoa there, old timers,” he said jocularly enough. “Let’s not get confused here. This is for women. The men’s room is over there,” he explained, while pointing a little ways down the mall.

“But-,” Mitzi started to complain, until I nudged her in the ribs with my elbow. She understood immediately and fell silent. They thought we were men – hehe. We were going to use the men’s room! Mwahaha!

I answered in my best gruff voice. “Thanks a lot, we must have gotten confused, officer.” I might not have done a very good job at this, because he looked at me rather strangely, but did allow us to go on.

Haha! The men’s room! Can you believe it, I had never been in a men’s room in my life up to that point – not even in elementary school. The first thing I was amazed by, when we stepped in, was the men’s urinals. I had never seen anything so strange in my life. Of course, I had caught glimpses of them in movies, but those scenes never offered the true ridiculousness of them. There were several men of various ages bellied up to the urinals using them. I really couldn’t see much of their penises, but I could see the piss streaming out of them. Man, that turned me on! Believe it or not, I had never seen a male piss before. I was going to have to remember to ask for that next time I had sex. I wonder how men ever become accustomed to using something like that in public. Women are far luckier, we get to hide behind closed doors.

Speaking of which, I turned to go use one of the commodes and Mitzi grabbed a hold of my arm. “Where do you think you’re going?” she hissed at me. Mitzi still was clutching George Bush to her, which was attracting no small amount of attention, of course.

“I’m going to use the toilet,” I whispered in return.

“Not without me,” she rejoined. “You’re not leaving me out here by myself.”

Actually upon second thought, I decided she was correct. I ‘didn’t’ want to leave Mitzi out there in the main part of the men’s restroom with that George Bush cutout by herself. There was no telling what kind of havoc she might wreak, before I could return from my business.

“Well then, hurry up,” I entreated. “I’m gonna shit my pants if I don’t hurry.”

It was pretty damn crowded in there. Public restroom stalls weren’t built for two teenage girls and a large George Bush cutout, even if the two girls were on the smallish side. Of course, you know me – I got tickled immediately, when I was trying to pull my pants down and there wasn’t barely enough room to move in. Against my better judgment, I finally had to ask Mitzi for assistance and she ended up pulling my trousers all the way off. Of course that left me naked from the waist down, because I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

That set Mitzi off on another spontaneous insanity rap. “Oh, don’t look George! GEORGE IS LOOKING AT YOU! BAD GEORGE! BAD GEORGE!” This of course started me laughing hysterically again. I wonder what they were thinking out in the other part of the men’s room.

So I go to sit down on the toilet seat and now my suit coat is hanging down into the toilet water. I could tell right away this wasn’t going to work. How in the world do men deal with all this, when they have to take a shit? I took the jacket off and hung it on a hook on the back of the stall door. Then I reseated myself. Of course now my long white shirt was hanging down in the toilet water. Man, this was getting monotonous and I really needed to shit immediately. So I stood up one more time and removed my shirt and hung it also on the stall door, along with my suit coat. All I was wearing now was a tie and those men’s shoes. I must have looked pretty damn cute, because as I sat down I noticed Mitzi’s eyes were as big as saucers and she responded, “WHY ARE YOU SO CLOSE TO ME? WHAT ARE YOU DOING NAKED ON THAT TOILET SEAT? GET AWAY GEORGE!”

I reached out to her and clutched her arm. “Shh, Mitzi!” I hissed. “They’re gonna hear you out there.” She suddenly fell silent, for which I thanked God at the moment. I began to concentrate on going. I’ll tell you, I really had to go because usually I can’t go in a public rest room and also I usually could never take a dump with somebody else in the stall, but I didn’t care. My cramps were that bad, and believe me I’m used to cramps – so these were bad!

As I was concentrating on my relieving myself, I wasn’t keeping a close eye on Mitzi as she went over and stood by the stall door. By the time I had successfully completed my task, I happened to glance up and Mitzi was standing in her bra and panties! Man, she had a tight little body too! I reached out to her from the toilet seat – remember this is a small stall, and pulled her to me. I pulled her panties down. Her twat was beautiful and right on the level with face. I didn’t waste any time pulling her closely to me and beginning to tongue her pussy. Mitzi started moaning and twisting all around. I pulled her even closer and stuck three fingers on my right hand into her labia from behind. As I began thrusting inside of her with them, Mitzi began rocking with them in time. I moved my tongue to her clitoris and began to push against it as hard as I could. Now she was really groaning loudly and I grew worried she would attract attention out in the main part of the rest room. I moved my left hand up to her face and covered her mouth with it hoping to minimize the noise escaping from her presently. I was damn careful to not block off her wind though. It was probably just in time as it turned out, because as the cum cascaded from her luscious labia into my mouth and all over my hand, I could hear her talking under my hand. “Mwahaha!! Bows and knocks over a vase in process. IT WAS HIS FAULT!! – Points to the charred cardboard cutout of Bush…Ahehe…heh…Shoves it behind a thorn bush. It wasn’t me – nods – HOW DAREST THOU DISS THE MWAHAHA?!”

When she had finished twitching her body into my face signaling the cessation of her orgasm, I pulled her down into my lap and hugged her in a large embrace. Her jabbering seemed to run down in volume and speed the tighter I clutched her. Finally as I began to rock her, she fell silent. We remained like that for a matter of minutes, until I almost fell asleep sitting there and I believe that Mitzi had. I awoke her and we silently redressed.

When we opened the stall door, imagine our surprise when we observed several men right outside attempting to hear every word. I look right at them and they all now appeared every embarrassed at being caught out eavesdropping and I declared, “Is there something I can help you with? Mwahaha!”

End of Part Twenty-One