A Halloween to Remember

Saturday morning I woke up feeling strangely euphoric. I remember thinking about it for a moment, and then realizing: it was Halloween. Cheryl and I had been invited to a party! The next morning (and for many, many mornings thereafter), I would remember that Saturday as one of the epic erotic encounters of my entire life.

The party was going to be at the house of some friends of ours, members of a rather exclusive campus sorority. I'm quite sure the sorority had no actual written membership criteria, but the fact was that all of the sisters had three things in common: they were excellent students (not one of them with a GPA less than 3.7), they were athletes, and they were all stunningly beautiful. I knew this to be true because I was lucky enough to have been invited to last year's bacchanal. Oh, there was one other thing: costumes were mandatory, and skimpy was the rule. Many of the sorority girls were artists and active in campus theater productions. Body paint had been very much in vogue last year.

Cheryl, my girlfriend, would be coming as Diana, Goddess of the Hunt. It was obvious that she had given serious consideration to her choice: Cheryl was on the school archery team and Diana's weapon of choice was the bow. Diana was well-known as the Virgin Goddess and Cheryl was a virgin herself—depending on how strictly one defined the term. Also, images of the Goddess in art and literature immediately evoked Cheryl's appearance: slender, slim hips, long legs, generous breasts. I couldn't wait to see her costume. So far, she had been quite evasive as to what exactly it would involve. She assured me though, that "You will love it." Knowing her, the wait would be worth it.

Cheryl and I first met during summer vacation. She had just moved here, leaving her former university in the process, in response to some intensely personal issues. She wanted to be in a place where nobody knew her, where she could begin anew. We became very good friends. One sunny afternoon while holding hands on a park bench, Cheryl kissed me. It was a moment we had both eagerly anticipated. But then she pulled back, saying she had something important to tell me. What followed was an unusual, and very unexpected revelation concerning her former life and her reasons for leaving. Cheryl, I discovered, was rather more than the person she appeared to be.