A Halloween to Remember

Cheryl and I walked along holding hands with Melanie. Melissa and Claire were close behind. The strong punch made us all a bit tipsy. We meandered through the garden and on into the woods. There, we discovered a love seat set under a large tree. A lamp mounted on a tall pole gave out a soft light, just enough by which to see, and to cast pale shadows.

We sat down in a circle on the cool, dry grass. For some reason the landscape, the gardens, the trees appeared surreal: brighter than usual, almost hyperrealistic. It was as if we had somehow crossed into a dreamlike state of otherworldliness and enchantment. Melissa sighed, "It's all so incredibly beautiful. As if Puck cast a spell on us. I can totally imagine him flitting past, 'Like an arrow from a Tartar's bow.'" Titania's quote was eerily prophetic.

In addition to that dreamlike quality there was also a pervasive, steamy eroticism. My kilt barely covered my aroused state and the girls, all of whom were bare breasted, sported enticingly erect nipples. The atmosphere was charged with sex.

Then, apropos of nothing: "Hey, speaking of the Tartar's bow, what do you guys think about a little archery demonstration?" Melissa was looking at Cheryl and Melanie. They turned their heads and glanced at each other. "Sure, why not?" they agreed.

Claire jumped up and with her lipstick drew a large circle about six feet high on the trunk of the tree rising over the love seat. She marked the center with a bright, red "X". Melissa meanwhile had paced back approximately twenty-five yards and marked with a small branch the spot from which they would shoot. Everything was ready.

"So, five arrows each?" Melanie asked.

"Sounds good to me," Cheryl answered. They were about equal marksmen so it would be a good contest.

"What shall we shoot for? I mean, there should be some kind of bet or something, don't you think?" asked Melanie.

There was general agreement. Several ideas were suggested. "How about the loser gives the winner head?" I asked unthinkingly.