A Halloween to Remember

What she said forced me to reflect deeply on the nature of love and sex, but especially on myself and who I thought I wanted to be, as a person. What I realized was that I was falling in love; I wanted Cheryl despite—or perhaps even because of—what she told me. We went back to her apartment and Cheryl and I spent the afternoon making love. It was a truly remarkable experience. She introduced me to a side of myself I never knew existed. We had been together ever since. It was quite an uncommon summer romance.

I showed up at her apartment at around 10:00. Being a guy and having somewhat of an affinity for ancient history, I chose to wear a knee-length Roman kilt made from wide, overlapping leather strips attached to a thick leather belt. A loosely woven circlet of oak leaves wrapped around my head, and a short sword rested in a scabbard. An insulated leather flask with a screw cap that I had filled with a potently frozen mixture of Absolute vodka, Rose's lime juice and Triple Sec hung at my hip. I wasn't really a drinker, but I liked the idea of bringing it along. I didn't know it at the time, but it would come in quite handy. I wore nothing underneath the kilt. As usual, I had waited until the last moment to work something up. I thought I did alright, considering.

But Cheryl! I watched her putting the finishing touches on her outfit: a very short, leather mini-skirt with matching leather belt. A quiver of arrows hung from her back on a leather strap. Her light blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail with a thin green ribbon. She would carry her bow in her hand. The rest of her trim young body was completely nude except for a pair of very sexy leather sandals. Her breasts jutted enticingly from her slender frame. Her areolas were large and brown and her thick, dark nipples pointed slightly upward.

I started to regret my commando status. I glided toward her and kissed her on the lips. She was stunningly beautiful: A Goddess, indeed. I dropped to my knees in front of her, clasping her tight ass with one hand, slipping the other up under her mini-skirt and inside her loose cotton panties. I brushed her gently with my fingertips. I desperately wanted to taste her, but she was too quick for me. Twisting her hips out of my reach she said mischievously, "You'll just have to wait for it, lover! We have a party to go to."