Daphne/Velma

A brunette wig. An orange sweater. A burgundy skirt that emphasized the swell of her hips and the curve of her ass. High socks. Low heels. Big glasses.

A red wig, with a violet headband. Green scarf. Purple one-piece dress that fell to mid thigh. Matching shoes. Lipstick.

The bong was in the shape of a Great Dane. They sucked in the hot smoke, then passed it back and forth.

Sometimes there was a script. Sometimes they improvised. Tonight, Alex cued the music. She offered Rory her hand...

...and they danced.

Hips shook. Hand in hand. Rory's warm hand on the small of her back. A smile, a twirl, a dip...Rory's lips, so close to her own. "Daphne" blew smoke from her mouth into "Velma's." The darkness seemed to close in on them both.

"Say it for me, Velma," Rory whispered hoarsely. "You said it for them, now say it for me."

"Jinkies," Alex whispered back, and their lips met.

No mystery tonight. No masks to pull off. Sometimes, to be who you are, you have to dress up like somebody else.

They settled to the ground. "Daphne" fumbled beneath her lover's skirt, fingers slid under the panties. "Velma" gave a little squeal as fingertips brushed her clit.

"Quiet!" The redhead whispered with a grin. "Do you want Fred and Shaggy to hear?"

"Velma" let her hands cradle "Daphne's" neck. Pulled those soft lips closer to her own. Her heart thundered in her breast as she whispered the words that she always wanted to hear.

"Fuck Fred and Shaggy. I'm tired of hiding who I am...who we are. Let them hear. I want them to know. Make me fucking scream."

Their tongues met, twirled. Drew down, until their lips mashed together. One hot breath shared between them. Spit swapped. Rory's fingers rubbed furiously as "Velma's" mons, and the bottom-heavy woman felt her hips flex as she humped those fingers, the mercury rising in her body.

Between "Daphne's" thighs, Alex's knee brushed her lover's panties...and the redheaded lover groaned and ground her cunny against "Velma" and her high socks.

It wasn't sophisticated, elegant lovemaking. It was the sweaty groping and hot kisses and frottage of a terrible affair in a supply closet at some cosplay convention. The costumes were just the spark to the dry tinder of their mutual passion. Neither of them knew how much they needed this until now.

Then it happened. The anticipation in Alex's body built and built. Rory's fingers were relentless. A man would have focused on sticking it in her, but "Daphne" was ruthless in her **** on "Velma's" sensitive clit. The kiss broke. Alex's body heaved. Shook. "Daphne" softly bit the lobe of her left ear.

The scream was not exactly like the banshee in "Abracadabra-Doo"...but it was a start.

"J-j-jinkies," Alex huffed, as Rory licked her fingers.

"You'll have to write that one up," Rory said.

"Sure. Chapter 1: the Mystery Machine was a-rockin'..." Alex said with a grin. Then her eyes narrowed, and her hand slipped under "Daphne's" skirt. "Chapter 2: Velma's glasses fogged. The nearsighted investigator had her tongue buried in Daphne's pretty pussy. Her tongue explored every nook and cranny of the quivering quim, searching for a clue..."

"Nice alliteration, nerd," Rory said with a grin. "But I'd definitely like to help you research that chapter."

So they did.