Heavenly Angels

“It's dumb, Mr. P.” Alison shakes her head almost as uncomfortable talking about these costumes as she was about having to skip out on our sex this weekend. “I'm not even sure I should do this or not ...” Her voice trails to an awkward silence and I am more curious than ever.

“Now I really want to see this costume that you're going to be wearing.” She nods silently and then jumps to her feet and heads for her suite.

“OK, Mr. P.” She glances back over her shoulder, “but you have to promise not to laugh.”

About ten minutes later I hear her calling from the foot of the stairs and when I come to look, I see she's wearing a beautiful set of white wings made of real feathers and what looks like white rabbit fur. Under the wings she's wearing a white blouse and a glittery skirt that ends just above her knees.

I'm reminded that she's spent years in dance class when she pirouettes smoothly and drops into a graceful curtsy. She looks for all the world like the angel that I truly believe she really is.

“It's perfect, Alison.” I tell her as I take in the stunning look. “You're going to have the whole campus talking about this. Especially those wings, where did you find those.”

“I didn't pay anything for them, Mr. P.” She seems worried that I might be upset that she spent what little funds she had on a costume. “Kate, Gab and I made them as a craft during our Fellowship meetings.” You've heard Alison talk about these girls before and you've caught glimpses of her friends, although you couldn't say which was which or even if these two were the ones you saw. Still, the idea of three pretty college girls dressed in matching costumes is enough to make your cock twitch.

“They're amazing, Alison.” I tell her honestly as I gently touch what looks like bleached goose feathers neatly stitched together, on a harness that is held to her back with white ribbons. “They're almost as beautiful as the angel wearing them.”

“Stop it Mr. P,” Alison looks more embarrassed by the compliment then pleased, “You know better than anyone that I shouldn't be wearing a halo. Katie and Gabby were joking about how we were the only three virgins left on campus and that's why we had to dress as angels. All I could do is bite my tongue and try to keep from blushing.” The poor thing is close to tears, and I gather her gently into my arms and hold her until she smiles up at me. “I'm sorry, Mr. P. you shouldn't have to put up with me like this, and now I won't even be here this Friday to 'pay my rent' like I should.”

“What are your plans for Friday?” I ask, reminded again how this whole conversation started.

“We're going Trick-or-Treating on campus for a bit and then we're going to check out some of the parties on Greek Row.” Alison is clearly not happy with that part of the plan, but she goes on after only a deep breath. “Then we're going back to Gab's dorm room and have a girl's night sleepover.”

“Why don't you come back here instead?” The words pop out of my mouth before I even consider what I'm saying. “You'd have a lot more room, and I could make some treats.”

“Would that be OK, Mr. P, with Covid and all?” This time her smile feels a lot less ****. “I don't want you getting sick ...” Left unsaid was that age is one of the mitigating conditions that increases the odds of sever cases or ****, but I'm pretty healthy. I certainly don't feel like a sixty year old.

“I think we can risk it, Honey, as long as none of you have a temperature.” I assure her. “I have a camp bed we can set up in your bedroom so there'll be enough room for all three of you, if you don't mind sharing your bed.” The mental image of three girls in short nightgowns hanging out together makes knowing that having them here means I'll have to wait before Alison and I can get together seem worth it.

A couple quick phone calls later, Alison gives me a thumbs up and I realize that after four years of living pretty much like a hermit I'm now going to have a party at my house.