Judy Myers, nude except for a pair of panties with red valentines printed on them, sat before her mirror brushing her long blond hair. She sang to herself, stressing each third note as she pulled the tortoise-shell brush downwards to her shoulders. She liked gazing at herself, noting how her breasts flattened when she brought the brush to her head, then rounded and filled again when the brush reached the bottom of its stroke. She was especially happy this evening because the house was empty, a rare occasion indeed.
The house being empty meant no parent to bug her, no kid brother to burst in on her or try to pinch her boobs or ass, or maybe peek at her through the keyhole. More importantly, it meant that she could make out with Danny on a couch or maybe even in bed without having to worry about interruptions. Fooling around in cars wasn't terribly satisfying anymore. Now that it was getting cold, you had to roll up the windows and keep the heater on and it got stuffy and steamy. And now that she and Danny had gone all the way, she was eager to do it with him in a civilized fashion. Danny's suggestion of a motel in Mapleton was not what she meant by civilized fashion.
The doorbell rang.
"Oh, God, he's here already!" she muttered, snatching up her unsexy bulky chenille robe and stepping into fuzzy slippers. She looked at the alarm clock on the table. It was a quarter to seven. Danny was fifteen minutes early. "I'll kill him. Look at me. Yuchh."
The doorbell went off again, long and insistent. "Yeah, I'm coming, I'm coming!" Though she knew she'd end up undressed anyway, she'd at least wanted to start clothed for Danny, and clothed in a halfway decent way, for crying out loud, and not like some frumpy washerwoman. She galumphed down the stairs, getting really pissed off, and flung open the door. "Goddamn it, Danny, you told me..."
"Trick or treat!"
There were eight of them, holding shopping bags. A few also held UNICEF boxes with slots in them for coins to give to their class charity. Their uniforms were all cheap and store-bought except for one girl tricked out in her mother's peasant skirt and blouse and a gypsy shawl. There was a pirate, a cowboy, a ballerina, two Wonder Women in identical five-and-dime outfits, the gypsy girl, a space man, and a clown. The costumes were chintzy and looked as if they'd tear if you stuck your tongue out at them. They all wore masks, but Judy identified most of them. The space man and cowboy were Adam and Charlie Becket, the pirate and ballerina were Chris and Hope Ritzinger. The gypsy was Katie Schaller, One Wonder Woman looked like Christine Frank, but Judy couldn't figure out who the other was.
And of course, she guessed who the clown was, as she'd put the finishing touches on his outfit herself.
"Trick or treat!" they repeated.
"Oh yeah?" Judy teased. "And what if I don't give you any treat?"
The children stood silently, puzzled. No one had ever denied them. They just assumed you filled their bags with goodies. If you turned them down, they wouldn't know what tricks to play. Judy stood in the doorway enjoying their discomfort for a moment. To her right, on a little table in the hall, were six bowls filled with candy corn, Tootsie Rolls, Baby Ruths, Good 'n' Plenty, popcorn, and Hershey Kisses. There was also a dish with pennies in it for the UNICEF collection.
"Huh? What are you gonna do if I don't give you anything?"
They shrugged, shuffled their feet, giggled nervously.
Then one of them said, "We're gonna kill you."
Judy sucked in her breath. "Who said that?"
The children looked at each other, then looked back at her.
"Michael Myers, was that you? Because if it was, it's not funny, and I'm telling mother and father when they come home."
"I'm not Michael Myers, I'm a clown."
Judy caught the glint of Danny's '59 Chevy turning into the street. "Okay, kids, you win. Hold out your bags." She stepped to the bowls and grabbed handfuls of candy, showering it into each bag. Then she took up the dish of pennies and dropped four or five into each of the contribution boxes.
"Thank you," they said politely. "Good-bye. Happy Halloween," they shouted over their shoulders as they toddled of to their next house.
Judy closed the door and bolted up the stairs two at a time, stripping out of her robe as she did. When she reached the top of the landing she kicked of her fuzzies and threw the robe into her closet, grabbing a blouse and skirt, rummaging through drawers for a bra and a pair of knee-socks and a sweater. She donned these in record time, and when the doorbell rang she was ready in a demure collegiate-looking outfit. Although both she and Danny knew where they were going to end up tonight, she decided she should at least look a little hard to get, otherwise Danny would think she was fast, and that would get around school.
She caught her breath, then descended the stairs in stately steps. She opened the door calmly, as if she'd almost forgotten they had a date.
"Oh, Danny, it's you."
The tall, muscular boy cocked his head. "Of course it's me. Who'd you expect, Seth Dooley?" Dooley was the class goof and the last person Judy would ever date.
"No, I thought it was some more kids trick-or-treating. Come in."
He entered and shut the door behind him. "I thought we'd do a little trick-or-treating of our own," he said, putting his arms around her. "First you give me some of those Hershey Kisses, Then I play with your Tootsie Rolls, then we have some Good 'n' Plenty. Yummm." He buried his lips in the nape of her neck.
Judy giggled, then squirmed out of his grasp. "That's what you think. Look at you. You dress in jeans and a polo shirt and you expect a girl to strip off her clothes?"
He laughed. "What does it matter what we have on? It's what we're going to have off that counts." He lunged for her again but she ducked out of his grasp.
"Not so fast, buster. First of all, it's not even dark yet. Second of all, I'm worried that more kids are going to come around and interrupt us while we're... uh, discussing homework. And third of all, I don't even know if I feel like doing anything. You take a lot for granted, you know."
"Yeah, I'm a real animal," he said, pretending to smack himself on the wrist.
"Besides, my mother and father'll be home any second," she said, flouncing away into the
kitchen.
He followed close on her heels. "The hell they will be. You told me they always go to the movies on Halloween because they hate the doorbell ringing. Hey, what are you doing with that knife?"
From the drawer under the sink, Judy had removed a long carving knife and now held it menacingly above her head. "I'm going to cut off your whatsamajiggy, that's what I'm going to do," she hissed like a witch.
"Hey, come on now," Danny said, backing away toward the kitchen counter, "that's not funny. You could hurt someone with that thing."
"That's the whole idea, my pretty," she said, sounding a little like the Wicked Witch of the West. She rushed at him, and he jumped out of the way as the blade plunged to the hilt into...
...a fat pumpkin.
Judy laughed. "You goof. I'm just making a jack-o'-lantern."
Danny stood plastered against the far wall of the kitchen, panting. "Oh, that's funny. That's terribly funny. Some sense of humor you have. Ha ha ha. You could have killed someone, for crying
out loud.
"Just help me cut the cap off this thing, will you? The sooner you do, the sooner we can do our homework."
Danny caught his breath, then relieved her of the treacherous eight-inch blade and began carefully sawing around the top of the pumpkin until the crown came off. He set this aside, then called for a large cooking spoon and began scooping the seeds and stringy pulp out of the shell. "Looks like he has more brains than you do."
"Shut up and finish the job," she said, curling her arms around him from behind. "I'm getting hungry, and it's not for pumpkin seeds."
Her hands slid down his chest and belly, and Danny's knees went weak. Then he took up the knife again and sliced into the side of the pumpkin. "Baby, I'm going to set a new speed record for pumpkin cutting." Deftly he cut out two triangular eyes and a triangular nose, then a long, wide mouth with jagged teeth. "Got a candle?"
"What for?" Her eyes sparkled with mischief.
"For the pumpkin, stupid." He gazed unbelievingly at her, then said, "Oh, I get it." He shook his head. "I sometimes wonder if women don't have dirtier minds than men."
"Lucky for you they do," she said, producing a stubby candle from the pantry.
He cut a socket in the base of the pumpkin, lit the candle and set it inside. Then he bore a few little air holes in the cap with a smaller knife to allow the flame oxygen.
They cleaned up while Judy put the cutlery away while Danny carried the jack-o'-lantern out to the front porch of the white clapboard house. It glowed intensely in the cool autumn air, projecting its grotesque smile to the dozens of other jack-o'-lantems that lined the placid street. Danny was not a particularly intellectual boy, but for a moment he looked out at the row of shimmering orange pumpkin-faces and wondered what dark forces these totems were once intended to repel.
The night was quiet and starry, with a slight breeze starting up from the north - good football weather, Danny reflected. From somewhere down the street came the dim echo of "Trick or treat!" shouted by a roving band of children. For the first time Danny wondered about all these traditions - jack-o'-lantems, paper witches and cardboard skeletons, trick-or-treating, apple-dunking, ghosts and goblins. But he didn't wonder long. He was getting cold.
And horny.
Judy was just finishing sponging up the orange pumpkin juice from the kitchen counter.
She dried her hands on a paper towel, then turned to find Danny.
"Boo!"
Judy's heart almost pounded out of her chest. "God almighty, you scared the wits out of me!" she gasped, collapsing into Danny's arms. He'd donned a rubber fright-mask, a Frankenstein face with sunken eyes and a livid scar across the cheek.
He held her tightly, feeling her breasts heaving with fright through her sweater. He dug his fingers under the sweater and pulled her blouse-tail out of her skirt, then clamped his hands over the warm flesh of her back. She murmured and responded eagerly with her pelvis. He found the hook-andeye of her bra straps and, after a brief fumble or two, managed to unfasten them and run his hands forward until they cupped her breasts. It always amazed him that she looked so modestly endowed underneath her clothing, yet when stripped she possessed a wonderful pair of breasts. She moaned as his palms and fingers enclosed them. Her nipples went from soft to hard almost instantly as his fingertips massaged and lightly pinched them.
"Kiss them," she begged.
"Are you sure?" came his hollow voice.
She took her head of his chest and burst into laughter. He still had his Frankenstein mask on.
"Take that thing off."
You take your thing off, and I'll take my thing off."
"It's a deal."
He stripped off the mask and took her by the hand to the foot of the stairs. "Are you sure about your parents?"
"They won't back till ten at least."
"And Michael?"
"I told you, he's trick-or-treating. We have time, but not all night, so no more yakking,
huh?"
"No more yakking."
She turned her back on him and sauntered up the stairs, wiggling her behind enticingly and stripping out of her sweater and blouse before she'd reached the landing. Danny followed like a hungry puppy, tossing his own clothes off as he went along.
Stripped of all but her panties, she stood before him in the dim light of the night table lamp. Her breasts rose and fell excitedly, her red nipples poking provocatively through the blond tresses that cascaded over them.
Danny stared incredulously. He'd never seen anything so beautiful. Up to now his knowledge of his girl had been restricted to his Braille reading of her body in dark cramped automobiles, but now he feasted on her exquisite firmness, almost forgetting to take his own pants off.
At last he unbuckled his belt and pulled his jeans and shorts to his ankles simultaneously. He was already erect.
"Oh," Judy murmured, eyes widening.
He stepped up to her and embraced her, his hands enclosing her buttocks. She lowered herself on the bed, parted her thighs wide, and admitted him. Slowly, joyously, he entered her. "Oh," she murmured again. She put her hands on his buttocks and pulled him into her with feline ferocity, exulting in the powerful muscles that filled her body and soul with ecstacy.
"So this is what it's like to do it in a bed," she whispered.
"This is what it's like to do it in a bed."
