What the Zombie Costume Was Hiding That Night

Mariana had just turned twenty-two when the invitation to the costume party arrived. It was perfect for her. For a week she had been carrying a secret that weighed on her chest: she had discovered that her boyfriend was cheating on her. Messages, a photo, the wrong perfume on a shirt. He still didn’t know that she knew, and that advantage made her feel strangely powerful.

She decided to go alone. Not to cry in a corner, but to drink, dance, and, if the opportunity came up, pay him back in kind. Let him enjoy his betrayal, thinking himself untouchable; she was going to indulge herself by choosing someone that night.

In the afternoon she locked herself in her room and transformed. She chose a bunny costume: a white Lycra short that barely covered her ass, fishnet stockings of the same color, and a strappy blouse that left her navel bare. She painted her face white, her cheeks and nose red, and drew thin whiskers with eyeliner. She adjusted her little ears and looked at herself in the mirror.

If he saw me like this now, he’d die.

She was a fair-skinned girl, with medium-sized breasts that the neckline enhanced effortlessly, firm hips, and shapely legs that the fishnets made impossible to ignore. She smiled. That night she wasn’t going to think about anyone but herself.

She drove to the house where the party was being held and went in without telling anyone. As expected, there was an abundance of the usual costumes: nuns, little devils, nurses. Loud music, colored lights, and the heat of bodies packed together. Mariana poured herself a drink and let herself be carried away by the rhythm.

While she danced, she noticed him. Someone dressed as a zombie, with torn clothes and patches of fake blood, was watching her from across the room. Beneath the greenish makeup, fine, almost delicate features could be made out. Between glances and smiles passing back and forth, Mariana decided that zombie was the one.

They approached almost at the same time, as if both had made the decision separately. They greeted each other without giving names yet, clinked glasses, and started talking by shouting over the music. They laughed easily. There was something about that company that made her feel comfortable, light, without the armor she had been dragging around since the discovery.

—Hey, and what’s your name? —Mariana asked at last.

—Dani —the zombie replied, leaning closer so she could hear—. And you?

—Mariana. Nice to meet you.

They kept dancing, getting closer and closer, until Dani spoke into her ear in a low, hoarse voice.

—You’re gorgeous. You’ve got a body that makes me want to touch it and taste every inch of it.

Mariana blushed so hard she couldn’t find any words. She only felt her skin prickle beneath the blouse.

The tension grew between the two breaths. Dani brought her lips close to Mariana’s, but didn’t kiss her; instead, she turned her face and left a soft kiss on Mariana’s cheek while her hands traced her sides. Mariana was already starting to tremble.

Dani took her by the waist and pressed her firmly against her body. She slowly licked the edge of her ear, bit the lobe, and went down her neck, kissing and nibbling it. Mariana closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around her, and surrendered to the sensation, oblivious to everything around her.

When they looked at each other again, no words were needed. They brought their faces together slowly, Mariana parted her lips, and the kiss finally came: deep, wild, and at the same time strangely tender. Their tongues searched for each other and tangled. There was something different about those lips, something finer and softer than what she was used to, and that turned her on without her knowing why.

As they kissed, Dani caressed her back beneath the blouse. Her hands slid down to Mariana’s ass and squeezed it in a way that made her want more. One of those hands lifted a leg and, in that position, brushed against the tight fabric over her crotch. Mariana felt the tip of fingers playing right where she was already wet.

She pulled away suddenly, breathless, and they stared at each other. Dani kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear.

—Do we go in your car or mine?

—In mine —Mariana replied, still out of breath—. But you drive.

She put the keys in Dani’s hand. Dani took her by the wrist and they walked toward the door together. Mariana noticed that some girls were following them with looks of astonishment, almost amused.

—Why are they looking at us like that? —she asked.

—No idea. Envy, I guess —Dani laughed—. Don’t pay them any mind.

***

They got into the car and, before pulling away, kissed with a new hunger. Dani started the engine and headed for a nearby hotel. At a red light, despite the empty early morning streets, she stopped and waited.

Mariana looked at her, her face burning with desire. She unbuckled her seat belt, leaned over, and reached with her hands for the button on Dani’s pants, wanting to please her while she drove.

—Wait, take it easy —Dani stopped her gently—. We don’t want to finish this too soon.

Mariana insisted, but a delicate push stopped her. She crossed her arms, pretending to be annoyed, and settled back into the seat.

—Don’t get mad. Just don’t rush it.

The car was automatic, so Dani took advantage of her free hand. She stroked Mariana’s leg from the knee and slowly worked her way up. Mariana instinctively clenched her thighs, but the fingers kept going: they slid up her firm abdomen and then beneath the elastic of the shorts.

She felt the pads of those fingers brushing her pubic hair, going a little farther down and finding the start of her lips. Small circles in that spot were enough for her to, almost without noticing, part her legs and stop pretending to resist.

Dani watched her out of the corner of her eye: eyes closed, breathing deep, lip caught between her teeth. She lowered her hand farther and found her warm and wet. With two fingers she traced every inch of her intimacy, pressing without entering, and Mariana began to let out short moans that the engine noise barely covered.

—You’re burning up —Dani murmured.

After a few seconds she withdrew her hand. She looked at her fingers glistening in the traffic light and brought them to Mariana’s mouth. She traced her lips with them and slowly slipped them inside. Mariana wasn’t used to tasting herself —she had only done it a couple of times, years earlier— but she was so aroused that she sucked them like candy.

***

As soon as the room door closed, Dani embraced her from behind and kissed her neck while squeezing her breasts over the blouse. She took her by the shoulders, lowered the straps, and with one pull left her only in her bra. She kneaded her breasts again, tugged the cups down, and freed them, crowned by light brown nipples so hard the whole areola looked swollen.

She turned her around to face her and dove in to kiss her hard, her hands roaming over Mariana’s bare back. Then she went down her neck and shoulders to her breasts. She sucked, licked, and bit one nipple while with the other hand she pinched the other in the exact spots that made her shiver.

Mariana discovered for the first time how much pleasure her breasts alone could give her: an electric tingle that climbed up her back. She felt herself getting wet again without anyone touching her there.

Dani licked the groove between her breasts, already reddened, and kept going down her abdomen to her navel, where she left a kiss. She dropped to her knees, grabbed the shorts, and began sliding them off along with her underwear, millimeter by millimeter, revealing her wet hair and swollen lips. When the fabric gave way, a thin thread of fluid stretched for a moment before breaking, and the clothes ended up on the floor.

Mariana looked down at her, surrendered. Dani wrapped her arms around her legs and began kissing her intimacy with little kisses, slowly licking around her lips. Mariana threw her head back, breathing deeply, and began touching her breasts, pinching her nipples. Her legs were trembling; she felt soft spasms that made her wetter and wetter.

Dani noticed she was ready and slid her hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass. She squeezed it, spread it apart, and then plunged her tongue between her lips, searching for her clit. She found it immediately and licked and sucked it until she drew out a long moan.

—Like that… keep going, please —Mariana panted, squeezing her breasts in desperation.

When Dani gently bit her clit, Mariana exploded. The orgasm shook her whole body and almost made her collapse; she had to hold onto Dani’s shoulders while drops ran down her legs. She was left exhausted, astonished that something like that was possible with only another person’s mouth, though she still didn’t fully understand what had driven her so far.

Dani stood up and kissed her, letting her taste her own flavor. She brought down one hand and masturbated her in circles over the still-pulsing flesh, and without warning she slipped two fingers into her. Mariana wanted to moan, but the kiss stopped her. Just when she felt she was about to come again, Dani pulled the fingers out and left her on the edge, trembling.

They looked at each other. In Mariana’s eyes there was a plea. Carried by impulse, she lifted her hands to Dani’s face and, without thinking, pulled up the old T-shirt stained with fake blood until she took it off. Then she froze.

Beneath the zombie clothes, Dani was wearing a bra that covered a pair of small breasts.

—You’re… a woman? —Mariana stammered.

—Yes —Dani replied calmly—. I thought you knew.

—No wonder they looked at us weird when we left the party —she murmured, bringing a hand to her mouth.

Dani only smiled. Mariana picked up her clothes from the floor, confused, and took a step toward the bathroom.

—I… I have to go.

—We’re not finished yet —Dani said, taking her by the arm and pulling her back.

She kissed her. Mariana tried to resist, but her own arousal betrayed her and she responded to the kiss with an intensity that surprised even herself. While caressing her back, she unclasped Dani’s bra with a skill she didn’t know she had and let it fall, revealing those small, soft breasts with pink, firm nipples.

—You know you want to touch me —Dani whispered.

With trembling fingers, Mariana caressed her breasts. They were delicate, warm, unlike anything she knew. As she did, she pulled the loose pants of the costume down to the floor. Dani took off her sneakers, got rid of her underwear, and stood completely naked.

—I’d never seen another woman like this, in real life —Mariana confessed, running her eyes over her.

Dani took her hand and guided it between her legs. She was warm, soft, wet. Mariana felt something inside her give way completely.

—The moment I saw you in that bunny costume, I knew you were a naughty girl —Dani told her in her ear—. And look at you now.

Mariana heated up even more. When her fingers were wet with Dani’s fluids, Dani brought them to her mouth. The flavor was more delicate than her own.

—Do you like it? —Dani asked.

With her fingers in her mouth, Mariana only nodded.

***

Dani took her to the bed, lay down, and spread her legs.

—Now it’s your turn.

Mariana settled between her thighs, not knowing where to begin.

—Just give me little kisses and lick me —Dani guided her patiently.

Clumsy and inexperienced, she did exactly what she was asked: little kisses on the soft lips and then her tongue between them. She wasn’t an expert, but the situation aroused her so much that she gave herself over without reserve. Dani loved teaching her, feeling her nervous awkwardness, until she decided to take control again and ordered her to lie back.

She plunged her face between Mariana’s legs again. This time she licked and penetrated her with her tongue, and immediately added her fingers. When the orgasm was already approaching, she stopped again, leaving her on the edge.

—Why do you stop? —Mariana complained, her voice breaking.

Dani didn’t answer. She took one ankle and rested it on her shoulder, settling into place until their two sexes were pressed together. She started moving her hips. Mariana felt a delicious current when the fluids of both mingled; both moaned at the same time. Dani kissed her foot between the straps of the heels she was still wearing, a small gesture that completely undid her —something her boyfriend had never done.

After a few minutes, Dani pulled away and went back down between her legs.

—I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life.

She licked and slid two fingers in at once. With the thumb of her other hand she stimulated her clit while moving her fingers deep inside. Mariana was squeezing her breasts, unable to stay still. Her body trembled, the spasms grew stronger and more frequent, until she arched her back violently and a stream of fluid escaped from her. It was the first time she had managed it, and the sensation was overwhelming.

She lay there, trembling, her breathing ragged. Dani, with her hand soaked, caressed her face and brushed her lips; Mariana sucked her fingers again without complaint, already completely surrendered.

Dani lay down behind her and held her tightly. They both felt the other’s heat. She kissed her neck and nape slowly, again and again, until they both fell asleep, while outside the night finished fading away.