A Date and the Devil

Author's Preface: Submitted for your approval. A highly improbable tale of a lonely, shy freshmen coed, who met some unlikely villains. A Halloween party gone terribly wrong; a first date that ended delightfully right. Young lovers trapped in a perilous situation that endangered their lives and the future of mankind.

Many thanks to deadeye_76 for his editing help. Constructive comments are always welcome.

A Date and the Devil

Brad and Jill lost their virginity and saved the world

Jill began her college studies at Whitman College in Walla Walla, Washington. The high school she attended was a private all-girls college preparatory school. She was an exceptional student who made A's in all her classes and several prestigious universities accepted her for admission. When she visited them, they were all too big for her. A large university campus frightened her.

She picked Whitman because it was smaller than most colleges, with a freshman class of 375 people. That was still five times the size of her high school graduating class of sixty girls. At Whitman, half of her class would be men. That was both exciting and scary.

Jill was an extremely shy teen. It had been a problem all her life but got much worse in high school. Boys became increasingly important to the girls in her class. Social gatherings changed over the years, from groups of girls getting together, which she could handle, to groups of girls and the boys who liked them. That was much more than she could handle.

When a guy tried to talk to her, she was so nervous that she'd blush bright red, look at the floor and could barely speak. She couldn't begin to keep a conversation going. She wanted to meet guys and talk to them, but she couldn't control her nerves. She'd love to go on dates and have a boyfriend, but she couldn't get past a simple introduction.

She graduated from high school with her virginity intact. She'd never had a boyfriend or even gone on a date. That needed to change in college.

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When she arrived at Whitman, she looked at herself in the mirror, and she thought that she was a little bit cute. She was slim, didn't wear glasses, her teeth were straight, and she'd never had acne, so her skin looked great. Her hair was thick and a nice auburn color. It could stand a better style, but that was easy to change. She'd knew that men liked big breasts. Hers weren't huge, but they fit her body, and they looked good in a tight sweater.

She couldn't blame her looks for men not being interested in her. Her shyness was what had to change, and she had no idea how to do that.

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One afternoon in mid-October, Jill was sitting alone in the Whitman cafeteria eating lunch when three tall good-looking blonde girls, walked straight to her table and sat down.

The girl who was obviously in charge introduced them. "This is Betty and Penny, and I'm Lisa. Do you mind if we join you and have a chat?"

"No, that's fine." She was a little nervous about what they could want to chat about.

"I'll get straight to it. We're the founders of an unofficial group on campus, and we wanted to stop by, say hello and tell you about our group."

"I'm Jill."

"We know."

"What's an unofficial group?" Jill asked.

"The college doesn't have official groups like this. It's a bit like a sorority. We're a group of sisters that look out for and support each other. When the three of us first came here two years ago, we were all extremely shy, and it was the first time we'd been on our own. We met each other at freshman orientation, when we were wandering around trying to get some information.

"Once we got to know each other, we talked about some personal things. We told the others about how our shyness affected us in high school, especially around men. It was the first time we were able to share our feelings with someone who understood.

"We had no social skills and couldn't talk to men without panicking, but we wanted college to be better than high school was. Once we knew we were all in the same boat, we formed our own little support group. Together, we didn't feel as lonely, and discovered that when we encouraged each other, it made us a little braver. We forced ourselves to go out to parties and clubs and wouldn't let the others chicken out."

Jill asked, "How did that go?"

"At first, we'd all stay in a group by ourselves, and would just talk with each other. We didn't feel like wallflowers when we were together. After a while we taught ourselves to be more assertive around guys. It was easier to be outgoing when we had friends who we trusted to have our backs. Other girls found out what we were doing, they wanted to join us at parties. When we were in a group, we had fun, talking and laughing. Men began to approach us."

"What would you do then?"

"It was so much easier to talk to men when a sister was there with us. They'd help when we couldn't think of anything to say and reminded us not to stare at the floor. As we got to know the men, if one of our sister's felt confident, we'd leave her to talk to him alone, but we watched them to see that it was going well. The more we did that, the better we got at it.

"As that first year went by, we were all asked out on some dates. Our first dates usually felt like disasters, but we talked to each other about them. Things that seemed so bad at the time really weren't, and for first dates they were okay.

"We supported each other and wouldn't let anyone quit trying. It was easier to find out if the men were nice when our sisters looked at them too. Most of us shy girls, never learned to read men and some men will take advantage of that. The more men we met and got to know, the more times we were asked out on dates. That boosted our self-esteem. Our shyness didn't disappear, but it got much better. Men didn't seem as scary anymore.

"Betty has been going out with the same man for six months now." Betty nodded and smiled.

"Our group has grown, and we keep a database of men, so we can stay away from creeps. We worry about that. If a man has a bad rating in our database, none of our sisters will go out with him.

"Can I ask you something Jill?"

"You can ask."

"Did you date much in high school?"

Jill's face turned pink, and she answered, "No, I've never been on a date. I went to a girl's school, and I didn't know any guys."

Lisa said, "None of us had gone on a date before we came here for college. We were lonely, and our group helped us. We felt more in control of our lives."

Jill was suspicious and said, "I find it hard to believe that the three of you, with your long blonde hair, pretty faces, big breasts and slim bodies didn't date in high school."

Lisa said, "It's sad but true. We all had different reasons, but it boiled down to us being shy around guys. I couldn't string five words together coherently without getting tongue-tied and blushing."

"I know that feeling," she said under her breath.

Lisa said, "You're prettier than we were as freshmen."

Jill rolled her eyes. "I don't believe that." No one had told her that she was pretty other than her parents.

"It's been two years since we graduated from high school, and we've changed a lot."

Lisa showed Jill a picture of herself from her high school yearbook. The picture was fake and photoshopped to make her look much worse than she did now, but Jill didn't know that.

"I carry this with me to remind myself of what I used to look and feel like."

Jill hadn't noticed before, but the three girls looked remarkably similar. They were about the same height, they all had the same haircut, and their hair was the same color. They weren't identical; their faces were different and they dressed a little differently. Jill could tell them apart, but still it was strange they looked that much the same.

Jill asked, "Why do you think I'm shy?"

"We've seen you sitting in the cafeteria eating by yourself at odd hours. If others sit at the table, you don't interact with them or you leave. You'd be surprised how many shy freshmen start at Whitman. It's not just girls. A lot of guys out there are shy and self-conscious around women."

"Ok, yes, I am shy. I couldn't talk to a boy in high school no matter how much I wanted to."

It was strange, but it felt like Lisa was talking about how Jill felt. Her dating life hadn't improved in college so far, and it wasn't going to unless she did something. She was too nervous to even sit next to a guy in her classes. She'd still been on zero dates, and she didn't know how to fix herself. It was worse now because she saw attractive men all day.

Lisa said, "We'd like to help you. You're so pretty it won't take much for you to get over your shyness. You just need to go out with a few nice guys, and with our support, you'll learn to relax around them and even enjoy yourself. We've refined our methods over the last two years."

"How am I going to meet guys like that?" she asked skeptically.

"That's where we can help. I told you that we have a database of men."

"Yeah."

"We're having our annual Halloween party which you're invited to, but there's a catch. You have to bring a date."

"I... I... couldn't find a date." Jill said with her voice suddenly trembling.

Lisa said, "Don't panic. We keep an eye out for freshman guys who are shy themselves. We'll pick a freshman who's good-looking, funny, and nice, but inexperienced. He'll get an invitation to be your date along with a photo of you. You'll get a picture of him too."

"I couldn't go out on a blind date," Jill insisted.

"It won't be a blind date exactly. Assuming he wants to be your date at the party, and he will, he'll need to call you and ask you on a coffee date so you can meet him first. You'll start by talking to him on the phone and for me, that was easier than in person. He'll ask you out for an afternoon coffee date. When you meet him, if you like each other even a little, he'll be your date at our Halloween party.

"At worst, you'll spend twenty minutes having a cup of coffee with a nice guy. Even if you don't like him, that will make your next date easier. At best, you'll meet a guy you want to go to the party with. You might like each other enough to keep dating."

"I'll panic."

"Tell us where you're going and when. One of your sisters will be in the coffee shop to bail you out if you need help, but you won't need it."

"How will I know her?"

"You won't, but she'll know you."

Jill said, "What if I hate him."

"Then tell him that you decided against going to the party but wanted to tell him in person, or it's not going to work out, or make up any excuse. Be nice when you tell him. Don't say anything that would hurt his feelings. Our selection process is thorough, so I don't think you'll hate him. Remember that one reason we picked him is because he's shy too. He'll be just as nervous as you are, and that's okay because he won't judge you. We think he'll be a good fit for you."

Lisa seemed to know exactly what Jill wanted; a nice guy to go out with in college, but even a coffee date scared her. She'd never learned anything about men in high school and had no idea how to talk with guys. When she tried, she became tongue-tied, blushed and kept her eyes on the ground.

Jill liked these girls. They'd asked her to be part of their group. That had never happened before, and it felt good. They seemed sincere in their desire to help girls like herself. Maybe they could; she'd not had much success by herself. They'd gone through the same thing she had and understood what she was going through. They were the first people that understood. It was worth a shot. When she talked to girls in high school about how she felt, they'd just tell her to relax. They might as well have told her to flap her arms and fly. They had no clue.

In a shaky voice, Jill gave up and said, "Okay, I'll go out for coffee with him. Thank you."

"We'll come by your room and help you pick out some clothes to wear for coffee. See you soon."

The three blonde girls left. Betty and Penny hadn't said a word other than, "Hi."

As they left, Jill asked, "What's the name of your group?"

"It's your group now too and doesn't really have a name, but some people call it The Sisterhood."

The next day, Jill had an envelope delivered to her room. It contained her invitation to the Halloween party with a note telling her to expect a call from a guy named Brad who would ask her out for coffee. They included a picture of him. Jill thought that he was cute and began looking forward to him calling. She hoped that Brad would want to go to the party with her. Most of the day she paced in her room waiting for him to call.

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Brad went to school at Whitman College for two reasons. The first was to get as far from his parents as he could, in a state that had liberal drug laws. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life nor did any of his stoner friends. The second reason was that the name of the town cracked him up. Every time he told someone he lived in Walla Walla, Washington he laughed.

Brad had a fancy envelope delivered to his apartment. It contained a handwritten gold-edged invitation to an annual Halloween party from The Sisterhood, whoever they were. There was a note inside that said, "We have picked a lovely, young woman to be your date for our Halloween party. Inside your envelope, you'll find a photo of a woman and on the back of the picture is her name, Jill, and her phone number."

Brad looked in the envelope and found the picture. The note continued, "In order for you to be her escort to the party, you will need to call her and ask her out for coffee at least two days before the party. We want you to meet each other to see if you're compatible and want to go to the party together."

Brad thought it was odd to get an invitation to a party from people he didn't know. He looked on the school website. They did not have The Sisterhood listed as a school group nor could he find it mentioned anywhere in Walla Walla. He laughed when he typed that into his laptop. Brad looked at the picture of Jill, and he thought she was very pretty. She didn't look intimidating like the girls in high school.

He showed the invitation to Gavin, one of his stoner friends. Gavin was insufferably proud of himself because he'd lost his virginity at the end of summer. Even worse, a couple of nights ago, he was at a club, and a tall, hot blonde asked him over to her place for the night. Now he strutted around like the cock of the walk.

"Brad," he said like an experienced wise man. "You're never going to get laid if you don't meet and go out with a girl. They're not going to throw themselves at your feet and beg you. No matter whether you decide to go to the party or not, you should at least go meet this girl they matched you with. She's cute, and it would be rude not to buy her a cup of coffee. If you don't want to, can I ask her out?"

"No," he said harsher than he intended.

His friend was an idiot, and Brad didn't want to admit he was right, but in this case, he was. He didn't have much, or any luck with women in high school. A few times he'd get brave and ask a girl out. They always turned him down and after a while he gave up, but this was college and this girl Jill would almost certainly go to coffee with him.

Brad got up the nerve to call her and ask her out for coffee at a place near campus. She sounded nice on the phone. They were both nervous about this, but they'd seen pictures of each other, and she accepted his invitation.

Jill's sisters insisted that they pick out the clothes she'd wear for her coffee date. They picked out tailored slacks that showed off her butt and a tight sweater with a V-neck to show some curves. She didn't usually wear makeup or perfume to school but for her date she decided to wear a tiny bit.

She walked by the coffee shop three times before she went in. Brad waved to her as she came into the coffee shop, and she was pleased that he was waiting for her when she arrived. She looked around the shop for the sister who would help her in the event of a total meltdown. There were several college aged women there, typing on their laptops, but none showed any signs of recognition.

After fighting some momentary panic, she walked over to the table and said, "You must be Brad. I'm Jill." She held out her hand to shake, praying that it wasn't sweaty.

He shook her hand. "I'm Brad, and it's nice to meet you, Jill."

Brad was panicking a bit himself. It was the first time he'd been out with a girl on a coffee date, or any date for that matter. Girls in high school were not kind to him.

Jill was much prettier than any girl in high school, which made him wonder why she'd ever agree to go out with him.

Jill said, "I'm glad you called me." There was a terrifying silence. After memorizing a list of things to say, she forgot them all as soon as she walked in.

Finally, leaving no pause between words, Brad said, "I wasn't going to because that invitation was so odd from a group that I'd never heard of. My friend saw it and bugged me to at least meet you for coffee. He told me I'd never have a girlfriend if I didn't at least meet some girls. I saw some logic in that. I'm extremely glad that I called you now." He took a breath. He may have set a record for speed talking.

"Why don't you meet any girls?" Jill asked. Somehow seeing him flustered made her relax a little. She'd never met anyone as nervous as she was.

He thought, "Slow down you moron, so she can understand you." He said way too slowly, "This is embarrassing, but I'm a little nervous talking to a pretty woman. I was a geek and stoner in high school, and my group kept to ourselves. I was determined to change things in college. Things have changed; it's even harder to meet girls in college. Asking a strange woman out is intimidating. I get so tongue-tied in front of women; they think I'm an idiot."

"You should ask out women who aren't strange."

He laughed and said, "I have no idea how or why I got this invitation. Do you?"

"I don't know how you got picked, but this group I'm in, a sorority for lack of a better word, wanted to match me with someone nice. Someone in the group must know you, I guess."

They fumbled, talked and drank coffee, even managing to look at each other's eyes. Hers were green and his were brown. There were still uncomfortable pauses in their conversation and taking long sips of coffee gave them time to think of something to say. After a little while, they relaxed enough to order another coffee. They were both glad that instead of bolting out the door, they stayed longer.

After calming down around each other, they began to see things they liked about each other. Jill thought Brad was cute, clever, and quick-witted with an offbeat sense of humor. He had kind brown eyes that she could stare at forever.

Brad thought Jill was smart, funny, and she didn't tease him about being nervous. She was also the prettiest woman he'd ever seen. Her eyes were a shade of green that he'd need to study for a long time to describe properly. He couldn't believe that she liked him.

Jill said, "I'd like to go to this Halloween party."

Brad cluelessly said, "Then you should go."

Jill laughed and said, "That's kind of why we're here together. I'd have to go with the guy they matched me with, so I'd have to bring you as my date."

"I'm your only choice?"

"No, my other choice is to sit at home alone. The party is couples only, and you'd need to be my date. The group wanted to find a nice guy for me, and they've succeeded, but I didn't think they'd find someone so cute." Jill looked down at the table not able to look at him after saying that.

"No one's ever accused me of being nice or cute," Brad said. "We've only just met, but I think you're cute too, and easy to talk to. When I look at you, I keep thinking that someone is pranking me. A girl like you wouldn't go out with me."

"What kind of girl am I?"

"I'd say studious, never made less than an A minus in high school, someone who'll do well in college, and you're gorgeous."

Jill thought, "He did it in a strange way, but he complimented me." Jill tried unsuccessfully not to blush.

Brad saw that and said, "Don't tell me that no one has told you that you'll do well in college." She laughed and turned redder.

She gathered all her courage and said, "Well, will you go to the party with me as my date?"

"I'd planned to hang out with some geeky guys and complain that we had nothing to do, but I have a better offer now. I'd love to be your date for the Halloween party. What are you going as?"

Jill's mind went blank after he said he'd go. Panic slipped in for an instant. She was going on a date with a man.

Brad saw the blank expression and asked, "What's your costume?"

"Um, I'm not sure. They'll pick it out for me. I overheard something about witches."

"Oh, a sexy witch costume." He paused and smiled at her. "I can imagine that."

She laughed and said, "Stop imagining me dressed as a sexy witch." She was slightly embarrassed, but he made her feel great about herself.

"Too late. It's permanently etched in my brain now." He had a big, sweet goofy grin on his face, making it impossible for her to act mad at him.

That was the second time he'd complemented her. Brad was charming in a geeky sort of way and Jill found it difficult not to like him. She hoped they got along at the party, and they'd want to go out again.

"What costume should I wear?" Brad asked.

"I'm not sure, can I call you tonight?"

"I'd love that."

They both had classes, so they reluctantly said goodbye and left. Brad had this urge to hug her, but fought it.

Brad left the coffee shop head over heels about a beautiful girl asking him to a Halloween party. She was so pretty. He couldn't stop thinking how great Jill with the green eyes would look as a sexy witch.

Jill was thrilled too. She was going out on the first real date in her life with a man she liked, and she thought he liked her too. Every once in a while, thoughts of how many things could go wrong popped into her mind, but she was able to push them back down.

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Brad told Gavin that things had gone well on his coffee date and that he was taking Jill to the Halloween party. He tried to act cool.

Gavin said, "See I told you it was the right thing to do. You'll be with a beautiful woman in a sexy costume at a Halloween party. You two might be able to slip away early and go to your apartment. Who knows, you might lose your virginity on Halloween?"

Brad thought, "God, he's an idiot, but he'd been right about going to coffee with Jill."

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Jill told the girls that Brad was coming to the party with her.

"He's nice and easy on the eyes, isn't he?" Lisa asked.

Jill said, "Yeah, and he's funny too."

"I knew you'd like the man we'd match you with. He has a perfect rating on our database."

"Listen Jill. We've always pulled a prank on the new guys who come to the party. Will you help us?"

"Sure, I guess."

"This year we're going to pretend to be witches. When you get there, tell Brad that you heard that there's a coven that convenes on Halloween and you want him to take you to see them. Tell him you need to be careful they don't see you. We'll be in witch costumes, and you'll give us a signal. We'll spot you and take you to the party."

"What if he doesn't want to go?"

"A woman can convince a man to do anything for her. Men are stupid around a beautiful woman."

Jill was happy that her sisters wanted to include her in their plan but didn't want to lie to Brad.

Lisa said, "He'll get a laugh out of it, and you can apologize later for fooling him with a kiss on the cheek... or wherever." She raised her eyebrows.

Jill didn't think she'd have the nerve to even kiss his cheek must less anywhere else. Although this would be a good excuse for it.

"What are our costumes? Brad asked me."

"We'll give you a costume when you get to the party. Brad will love you in it. Just wear street clothes to the party. We'll have a costume for Brad, too."

Lisa whispered, "Halloween is a magical night. You might lose your virginity that night."

Jill blushed again and said, "Not on a first date." The idea appealed to her, but she couldn't do that. It was not only her first date with Brad, but it was her first date ever.

Lisa didn't tell Jill the whole plan. Lisa knew she'd lose her virginity on Halloween, but not in a way that she'd ever imagined.

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Jill called Brad that night, "I asked about our costumes, and they want us to just wear street clothes. They'll have costumes for us at the party."

"That makes it easy." Brad said then paused. "I had fun this afternoon."

"I did too. I'm looking forward to Halloween, too."

"Where is the party?"

"I'm not sure. Somewhere in the woods east of town. They'll give me a map."

Jill and Brad turned a three-minute call into fifteen minutes. Lisa was right, it was easier to talk on the phone.

Brad said, "I'll pick you up at about 7:00 Friday."

"That sounds great. I'll call you if anything changes."

That night they each dreamed of the other and their upcoming date.

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The party was about twenty minutes away in the dense woods east of campus. Brad drove on winding paved roads and quite a few private dirt roads. They were both nervous about being on their first date together. The drive was quiet. Jill had a map to find the party, and The Sisterhood had hung some signs in the trees. Brad parked his car where Jill told him to.

Jill said, "The party is a mile down a trail through the woods."

Brad said, "It's not easy getting to this party."

"Since the group is not sanctioned by the college, they couldn't have the party on campus. I heard that sometimes their parties get a bit wild, so the farther away from the school the better."

"This spot is a long way from anywhere." All they could see were a few cars and trees.

"Oh. The girls told me that there is a coven who have ceremonies on Halloween. They said it was fun to watch. Can we go by and see them? Please? I just want a peek."

Brad said, "Shouldn't we just leave them alone?"

She looked at him with doe eyes and said, "Pleeease."

When she asked him that way, he had no defenses. "Okay, but let's be quiet."

"It will be fun, Brad. I promise, but we can't let them see us."

It took a while, but they found the coven. They peeked through the underbrush and saw a bunch of naked women dancing and chanting around a fire. It was not a pretty sight. Brad asked himself, "Why are all witches ninety years old?"

Jill was a little embarrassed that they looked naked, but she knew they were really her sisters in costumes. She didn't know there would be so many of them, but she didn't know how many were in The Sisterhood. She'd only met a handful of them, but she counted roughly twenty women. They were in full body costumes of old naked hags. The costumes were extremely detailed and realistic, down to the sagging floppy boobs.

Jill coughed quietly to signal the girls like they'd planned. One of the witches shouted, "Someone has invaded our sacred ritual grounds. Find them and bring them to me!"

Witches carrying torches fanned out looking for the intruders. Jill and Brad ran to get out of there, but it was dark and without turning on a flashlight they had no idea which way to go.

They heard a witch close by shout, "I see them, they're over here. They're the ones." Brad tried to spot her, but he couldn't see the old hag. He turned back to Jill and she was gone.

Brad hid and listened. A voice said, "We have to find them, or we can't complete the midnight ceremony."

"Great," Brad thought. "They are coming after us and I've lost Jill." He wandered around in the pitch black of the forest yelling quietly, "Jill... Jill... Jill."

A hand covered Jill's mouth and pulled her deeper into the woods. It was Lisa. She whispered, "Brad's over there. Go tell him you found the way to the party and head down this path. You're doing a great job, Jill."

Jill was proud of herself, and was glad Lisa was happy with her. She turned her head and spotted Brad then turned back to Lisa to ask a question. Lisa had disappeared so Jill went to Brad and showed him the path that led to the party.

"Come this way," Jill said trying not to giggle. She knew Brad would get a kick out of this when the prank was over.

They walked down the path, but the woods just got thicker. After five minutes, they saw what looked like a clearing. When they broke through the brush, Brad saw that the path brought them back to the coven. He saw the old, wrinkled witches chanting and dancing around the fire. He turned to grab Jill and run, but she'd disappeared again.

Four young, strong, good-looking, naked blonde women grabbed his arms before he saw them. The only thing Brad cared about at the time was the young, blonde and naked part. He'd never seen a naked woman in real life and seeing these real live naked women was much better than what he saw on his phone.

He twisted around looking for Jill but didn't see her. He did see another naked blonde behind him and one in front of him. The one in front led the group and when she walked, her naked bottom looked magnificent, not that he had anything to compare it with.

He looked at the naked blonde girls holding him. They looked almost identical; tall with tight, lean bodies and lovely large natural breasts. Each had long straight blonde hair that they'd cut in the same style. He saw some differences. One had a freckle on her right breast. He might have seen more differences if he'd looked at their faces. He thought, "This might be a fun night."

Then he realized that they were leading him to a large stone altar with oil lamps casting a lot of light.

From his limited knowledge of witches in movies, stone altars were never a good sign. He remembered that it was only 10:00 and their witchy plans, whatever they were, didn't start until midnight. How cliché.

The naked old hags on stage said, "Good job, Jill. I'm Pyris. the leader of our little group."

"Jill?" Brad saw her sitting next to a naked old hag on a stage, looking confused. The old hag didn't have a costume on, or anything else. Two blondes stood at attention next to her like guards. They were just as naked as the ones holding him and looked just the same.

Jill had no idea who this ancient hag next to her was or how she knew her name.

"Where's everyone else?" Jill asked the blondes.

Pyris said, "Everyone is here now, my dear. You two are the last to arrive."

Jill realized this wasn't right. Where were the other men? She didn't see any except Brad with six young tall, naked, blonde women around him. She yelled, "Brad! I'm sorry. I don't know what's going on here. It's supposed to be a Halloween party."

"It's fun so far," he yelled not taking his eyes off the blonde bottom in front of him.

Pyris cackled and said, "It's not exactly a party, more a celebratory gathering on All Hallows Eve. Later, we'll have a special revered guest who wants to meet you two."

All the old, withered crones below them cackled excitedly and mumbled to each other. Brad kept his eyes fixed on his naked blonde captors but only to keep from looking at all those other wrinkled sagging bodies.

Pyris said to the gathering, "Let's drink to Jill and Brad." She handed Jill a large gold chalice and poured wine in it until it was full.

Jill asked, "What is all this? Please, don't hurt Brad. He's nice."

"We won't hurt him dear. He's a special-honored guest." Jill could hear maniacal tittering from the crowd.

She looked at Brad and said, "I'm sorry. It was supposed to be just a bit of Halloween fun. It must be a hazing thing they do to new members. Lisa, please let him go."

"It's up to her," Lisa said pointing to Pyris standing next to Jill. Brad thought that Lisa must be the head blonde.

The old hag smiled and said, "Have some wine, Jill." Her breath was horrendous.

She took a tiny sip from the goblet to appease her.

"Our guest will expect you to be in fine spirits. Have another drink."

Just as Jill's lips touched the wine, Pyris pushed up the bottom of the chalice, filling Jill's mouth with wine, then held her chin up and pinched her nose so she had no choice but to swallow.

One of the blonde guards then assisted her by grabbing Jill's hair, pulling her head back and holding her nose. The withered witch Pyris poured more wine into her mouth. Jill swallowed mouthful after mouthful of whatever that stuff was, choking and coughing.

Brad tried to pull away from the four naked blondes holding him and found he couldn't begin to overpower them. At least they'd stopped pouring wine down Jill's throat.

For the first time, he noticed how strong these naked blond women were. He was six feet tall, and they were as tall as he was, in bare feet. He needed to focus and see these women as more than naked and blonde. They were tall, well-muscled, broad-shouldered women, with beautiful breasts who were naked and blonde. Brad thought, "Naked and Blonde should be the name of a band." That struck him as an odd thing to think in this situation.

Lisa, the naked blonde woman who led the way, turned around when they got to the altar. Brad thought her breasts were truly divine.

Lisa asked, "Brad, would you like some wine too?" Her voice was soft, sexy, and mesmerizing. She held out a chalice for him.

He said, "No, thanks, I don't drink. It's bad for you."

"Are you sure? If you take a nice big drink, I'll let you kiss my nipple." She held her breast up offering it to him.

She wasn't playing fair. "No, thank you."

He felt four hands on his shoulders pulling them down onto the altar. They held his head against it. Lisa said in that sexy voice, "This could have been so much more pleasant." Another set of hands pried his mouth apart. Lisa filled his mouth with wine, pushed his mouth closed and held his nose until he swallowed. They did that three more times. Four blondes laid him on the altar and held him down.

The altar had a strange shape. It wasn't a rectangle, more like a T-shape. Brad had no idea why. Maybe they could sit more witches around it for dinner. He felt a little goofy from whatever he drank.

Brad said, "Lisa, you seem to be the naked blonde in charge. Why do you all look alike?" She laughed in a way that didn't relax him.

Lisa said, "I feel bad about doing that to you, Brad. Would you like to kiss my nipple anyway?" she asked in that damn soft, sexy voice of hers.

Brad's head felt strange, but he nodded and she bent over his head. He tried to lift his head to kiss her nipple, but it was difficult for him to move for some reason. There was something in that wine that made it impossible for him to reach her.

When he was a quarter inch away, she said, "Too slow," and pulled away. She laughed, and the others joined her. "I'm sorry, but you needed to move faster," she said and stroked his hair. He'd never kissed a nipple, and he wanted to.

Brad was beginning to think less of these women, even though they were blonde and naked.

Lisa said to the blondes, "The potion's working."

Brad thought, "That was a test to see if their concoction was working."

His mind felt fuzzy, but he thought he could stand and run on his own if he had the chance. He tried to lift his arm but couldn't move it much. There was no way he could fight them off.

He could still see, hear and feel everything. The blondes each had an eight-inch knife with a bejeweled gold handle. They carefully cut his clothes off with the precision of an emergency room team except they used razor sharp knives instead of safety scissors. He prayed that his clothes were all they would cut off.

They pulled his shredded clothes out from under him and threw them onto a nearby fire. He was naked now and his body reacted to the attention that the blondes gave him. He was stiffer than he'd ever been.

Lisa said, "I like your costume, Brad." The blondes grinned and giggled.

They turned him over and Lisa whispered to him, "You're going to like this part, Brad."

He tried to reply but couldn't speak.

They rolled him over and twelve blonde hands massaged scented oil over every inch of his arms, back, and legs making sure to cover every nook and cranny with oil. If the situation were different, this would be extremely pleasant. Even though they drugged him, and he was likely in grave danger, he was an eighteen-year-old virgin, and it felt good to have twelve oily hands on him.

When the blondes finished with his back, they rolled him over and for a moment, he saw their faces and breasts melting and running down their bodies. He thought, "No, not their breasts; anything but their breasts." He closed his eyes. The vision didn't last long, but he realized that there was at least one hallucinogenic drug in the wine. It felt like mushrooms or peyote or both. It was strong, but he could deal with that. Hallucinogens wouldn't make it difficult for him to move. There was another drug in that wine.

His front was oil-free, so twelve blonde hands rubbed oil over every inch of him. They used more oil on some inches than others, and each took a turn tittering every time one of them oiled his stiff member. Under other circumstances, this would have made the top five of his favorite teenage dreams.

"Be careful girls," Lisa said. "We wouldn't want him to make a mess." They giggled and stopped. That was plain cruel. They were naked blonde mean girls.

Brad could see Jill on the stage staring at him as the blondes massaged him with oil. He looked at her and thought about how pretty she was. It embarrassed him that she saw what the blondes were doing to him, but he couldn't stop them. He fell into a dream.

In it, he was kissing blonde Lisa's nipples, which was nice indeed, but then Lisa faded away, and he was kissing Jill's instead. That was so much better. He was glad Jill didn't have blonde hair.

Unfortunately, he woke up and all the old, wrinkled witches wanted to rub their withered hands on his young naked body. He could see, hear and feel it all, but couldn't move. These horrid crones must have averaged 120 years old, and they had wrinkles like a Shar-pei.

They got the greatest pleasure in touching and stroking the part of him that was involuntarily stiff. Brad was sure that they hadn't seen a naked man in a long time, and he was positive they hadn't touched anyone who could run away since World War II.

He heard a hideous wheezing laugh from a hag who said excitedly, "He's good and stiff. He's going to be perfect." Another one with two teeth laughed. She belonged in a toothpaste ad to scare children. She said, "I'd sure like that big thing in me." That terrified Brad down to his soul. Even while these wrinkled crones touched him, he remained hard as a fence post.

The blondes were standing where he could see them, and they laughed when they heard what the two-toothed hag said. Lisa walked by, stroked his cheek and said, "I bet you'd love her to take your virginity." She chuckled. "You should be so lucky."

Brad wondered how Lisa knew he was a virgin. Was it printed on his ass? That was all he could take. He was swearing off naked blonde women. Naked women with any other hair color were fine but... who was he kidding?

After the old hags had their fun, the blondes stood Brad up and moved him to the bottom of the altar where it became T-shaped. His pride and joy stood straight out an inch from the edge of the altar. He stood there quietly in his drug-induced state. There was not much else he could do.

Brad fell into a catatonic hallucinogenic state, and he saw himself standing naked on a deserted beach. Two beautiful young island girls were naked with him; their only goal was to please him. All he heard was the sound of the palm trees, the surf, the seabirds, and the giggles of the island girls as they took care of his needs. All was right with the world and he was happy.

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"What did you do to him?" Jill demanded to know.

Pyris ignored her question, but said, "We are so glad you joined our coven."

"What! I'm not in a coven." The old hag just smiled.

They all drank in celebration. Pyris said, "We're astonished that the blondes found an eighteen-year-old male virgin for your date. We didn't think there were any eighteen-year-old virgins of either sex around these days."

"I'm an eighteen-year-old virgin," she said.

"We know dear," Pyris said and smiled.

Jill felt weak but she was wide awake. "We also know that you are at the most fertile part of your cycle."

"What difference does that make?"

"The blonde ones didn't tell you everything about our celebration on All Hallows Eve. That would have spoiled the surprise. You look tired my dear. Maybe you should lie down." Jill found she couldn't stand up. The blondes picked her up and carried her towards the altar.

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An ill wind interrupted Brad's dream of the beach with the lovely native girls. Brad sensed a problem in the real world. He hated that; he was so happy with these native girls. The real world could wait; he'd deal with it later. He knew he was hallucinating but still...

His hallucination changed a little. He was still on the beach, but the native girls were gone. Instead, Jill was there, and she was naked in his arms holding him tightly. He'd keep her here with him instead of the native girls. She was so pretty.

He felt a tear running down his chest. "What's wrong, Jill?"

Jill said, "We're in trouble. I need you."

He said, "How? What trouble?"

"I don't know, but I need you now."

He closed his eyes; he couldn't make sense of this. When he opened them, the beach was there but the beautiful Jill, with the soft skin that smelled so nice, wasn't. She'd said something about trouble.

Brad saw Jill on the beach walking towards him and he was happy again. She walked up to him and slapped his face. He looked at her surprised and she slapped him harder.

"I need you! You have to come back. Now!"

"But I don't want..." She slapped him again and it was beginning to hurt.

He closed his eyes then opened them again.

Brad had no idea what was going on. A naked blonde woman was carrying Jill towards him and laid her on the altar in front of him. He was back in that horrible place with the wrinkled old witches. The beach was gone, and he wanted to go back there with beautiful Jill. The drugs they gave him were wearing off.

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Jill was terrified. She was awake like she had ten cups of coffee, but she couldn't move as they laid her helpless body on the altar. She'd seen the blondes cut off Brad's clothes. Now he stood at the end of the altar, with his manhood standing straight out, pointing at her. His eyes were vacant. Jill wanted to be alone with Brad right now, anywhere other than here.

The blondes picked up their ceremonial knives and cut Jill's outer clothes off and burned them. Now Jill was lying in front of him in her new bra and panties.

Lisa said to Brad, "Isn't she cute? She wore a sexy panty and bra set especially for you tonight. Brad, I'm not sure if you can see, but I hope you can, because you'll enjoy this."

Lisa ran the back of the cold steel blade from the middle of Jill's chest to her shoulder and cut one of her bra straps. She repositioned the knife and slid it across her chest in the opposite direction and cut the other strap. Jill felt the knife slide between her breasts. Lisa pulled it up slowly, stretching the material holding the cups together, until the fabric gave up. The cups sprang apart and exposed her breasts.

During the entire process, Lisa smiled lustfully at Jill's chest. She pulled what remained of her bra out from under Jill and threw it on the fire.

"You have lovely breasts, Jill." Lisa bent down and kissed her nipple. Jill could do nothing. "Aren't her breasts magnificent, Brad? I bet you'd like to kiss them. Are you there, Brad?"

She looked at Brad for a reaction then cut the fabric on each side of Jill's panties and pulled them off.

"Jill, do you think he can see you?" She asked then laughed. "I hope so. He really likes you. Your costume looks great and matches Brads perfectly."

Jill watched Brad's eyes at the end of the table. It was humiliating for this to happen to her on her first date. Brad watched naked women cut her clothes off, exposing her. She thought in vain hope, "He can't see anything."

Lisa said, "Brad, your date is a comely young woman." She ran her fingers around her perky breasts. then combed her pubic hair with her fingers and held her hand on her mound.

She said, "I know you can hear me, Jill. We told you we would match you with a nice guy. Not only is Brad nice, but he also has fine equipment too." She stroked Brad a couple of times. "It's a shame he's not the one who'll take your virginity." She smiled and chuckled like a villain in a Bond movie.

The old crones came over for a cheap thrill and felt Jill's soft nubile body and perfect breasts with their old, shriveled hands. One old hag said, "I had skin like that just a few years ago."

Jill thought, "You didn't have soft smooth skin a hundred years ago."

Pyris pulled Jill's legs apart and said, "I have to see that you're really a virgin. Girls have lied before," she said cackling. She put her head between Jill's legs and spread her open. The hag was like a medieval gynecologist.

"Yes. She's a virgin," the wretched old bitch announced in an evil raspy voice. "She'll be perfect for our Lord Satan. He will be pleased."

The others cackled along with her.

Jill's first thought was, "I hope Brad didn't see that." Her second thought was, "Lord Satan?"

Pyris said to Jill, "As I was saying before, the blondes didn't tell you everything or really much at all about tonight's celebration." She cackled until her long saggy breasts jiggled. "This is a very special year for witches. All Hallows Eve falls on the night of the full moon. This year, its peak will be at exactly midnight, making it the perfect time for our Lord Satan to breed.

"At ten seconds before midnight, our Lord Satan, will inhabit your handsome friend's young virgin body then at exactly midnight, when the moon is at its peak, he'll plunge into you and relieve you of your virginity. Actually, he won't exactly be your friend at that point."

The others murmured. They knew what was going to happen.

"When I say Lord Satan inhabits him, I'm not speaking metaphorically. He will arrive as a single cell inside your friend and will grow inside that poor boy's body, feeding on his flesh, strength, youth, and vitality."

The others let out a raspy howl that somehow sounded disgustingly sexual.

"After Lord Satan feeds and grows inside your friend, they'll be nothing left but a shell of Brad. The spent shell will burst apart and all that will remain of Brad will be some hard to clean stains. Lord Satan will appear from inside the shell and continue growing to his full size. It takes just a few seconds; it's a spectacular metamorphosis. You're lucky to witness it."

She continued, "Lord Satan is quite a bit larger than Brad in every way. He's magnificent but losing your virginity to him may be... uncomfortable. Think about the biggest one you've seen in porn and double it in length and girth. When he's hard, it's breathtaking." Pyris shivered and moaned at the thought. "To see Lord Satan in that state... You're such a lucky girl."

That frightened Jill, and she thought, "It couldn't be that big." She needed to believe that to soothe herself.

"Nine months later, you'll give birth to Lord Satan's son, a creature from both worlds. His son will rule the earthly realm, and his father will rule in Hell. I won't lie to you. The pregnancy will have challenges, and the birth will be... exceptionally painful; his offspring typically weigh nineteen pounds at birth, and they have teeth and claws. So, the birth, well... think of it as a c-section from the inside.

"The mother rarely lives and if she does, she wishes she hadn't. She's the child's first meal, dead or alive. You'll have performed a great service for our Lord Satan and will be forever rewarded in hell."

The evil ancient hag said, "I wish you weren't paralyzed; I'd love to see the expression on your face right now. The earth will see many changes soon. It's a shame you won't be here to see them."

Jill wanted to scream, but she couldn't move her mouth.

Pyris said, "All that hair down there looks messy. Lord Satan wouldn't like that. Blondes? Come here and shave our beautiful future mother. Be careful and don't nick her. Rub scented oil all over her body, too. Lord Satan will appreciate the extra effort."

The blondes grabbed the ceremonial knives, sharpened them and shaved her clean. They rubbed oil all over her back and giggled as they had some fun with her. After flipping her over they oiled her front. Spending extra time in their favorite places. They tortured Brad by describing in graphic detail what they were doing to every inch of her body.

Lisa said, "I bet you'd like to rub oil on Jill's supple flesh, Brad. Does it excite you to watch? Just raise your hand, ask, and we'll let you help. No? I'm afraid you won't get another chance." They giggled.

When they finished, Pyris closed her eyes and very carefully felt the job the blondes had done shaving her and found no stubble remaining and not a single nick.

Pyris asked. "Did you girls have fun getting her ready?"

"Yes, Pyris. I think she's looking forward to meeting Lord Satan."

"Excellent, girls. It's almost time. Put her in position."

One wrinkled witch was cackling loudly and said, "Make sure she's hanging over the edge." That bitch was getting a vicarious thrill from this as if Satan were going to screw her. Jill was sure that no one had wanted to screw that wrinkled worn out thing in a century.

The blondes slid Jill down the altar towards Brad until she hung just off the edge. They spread her legs wide like a cheerleader doing the splits, so Satan would have enough room. Jill couldn't stop them. Now Brad understood the T-shaped altar.

Jill thought, "If Brad saw any of this, then maybe death wouldn't be so bad."

She felt Brad's lovely stiff member barely touching her, and it felt so good she wanted to moan. Jill tried to move, but her muscles refused to work.

Lisa said to Brad, "I'm not sure if you can understand me and, in a very few minutes it won't matter, but to answer your question about our looks, Lord Satan gave us these bodies so we could do his work. We're some of the oldest witches here."

Lisa said, "Bye-bye Bradie. I hope you had fun at our little celebration. We'll protect Jill with our lives for the next nine months. After that, she won't need anyone's care ever again."

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The coven left them and began the final preparations for the spectacle. They threw more wood on the fire until it was a blazing inferno eight feet wide and ten feet high, and they danced around it; it still was not a pretty sight. The fire produced intense heat, but it didn't bother the witches.

Pyris cried out the incantation inviting Lord Satan to come.

"Oh Lord Satan, I beg you to hear a mere mortal's words. We have made all the preparations for you to enter and devour this young virgin boy. A young virgin girl is on your altar ready for you to impregnate with your blessed seed so that you may have a son to rule over this earthly realm. Come to us Lord Satan."

Following Pyris's lead, the other witches repeated the incantation ritualistically. Each repetition excited them more, driving them into a revolting sexual frenzy. As delirium built, the group became increasingly passionate. Lost in the group hysteria, they were unaware of their surroundings.

As their delirium grew, witches fell to the ground. They lay twisting in the dirt, chanting as they shoved carved wooden shafts into themselves or others. As midnight approached, all the witches, even the Blondes, were chanting and writhing on the ground, covered in filth. Their already cringeworthy faces contorted and deformed as they desperately sought grotesque sexual satisfaction.

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Brad saw and heard everything that happened to Jill on the altar and learned what their fate was if he didn't act. They had to escape, but he needed to wait until the right moment. Although he was able to move now, he had to remain motionless while the coven was around them, and the blondes did abhorrent things to Jill. She now lay on the stone altar paralyzed, waiting helplessly for Satan to impregnate her.

If he and Jill lived, this would go down as the worst first date in history.

Now that the coven was busy doing unspeakable deeds by the fire, Brad had his chance. He moved up to Jill's head and saw recognition and fear. She tried to speak, but it came out gibberish. The drugs were losing their effect, but there was still no way she could walk.

It was close to midnight, and the entire coven was in a repugnant deranged sexual state. It was now or never. Jill felt Brad's arms around her. He moved quickly, picked her up from the altar and threw her over his shoulder. He stumbled toward the forest.

The trail had sharp rocks that cut Brad's bare feet, hampering their escape. Some of his strength had returned, but not all of it. With Jill's body on his shoulder, he couldn't run fast. After a hundred yards, he stopped in the underbrush to rest.

In their sexually induced fugue state, the witches weren't aware that Brad and Jill had gone. One of the blondes spotted them a hundred yards away and rallied the others. They were slow to recover from their dazed, carnal stupor, but they grabbed torches and followed them in pursuit.

Brad saw the torch wielding witches coming towards them. He and Jill had a head start, but that wouldn't last long.

"They're going to catch us, Jill."

She mumbled, "Just leave me. This is all my fault." Her voice was back, but her mouth was not moving well.

"Don't be stupid. We can fix this if you're willing."

"I'll do anything... Wait, how are you going to fix it?"

"Why do they want us?"

"Because we're both virgins." She felt his manhood pressing against her.

She suddenly understood and said, "Oh."

"Is it okay? It might hurt a little."

"Brad, it won't hurt as much as Satan impregnating me then having his demon spawn tear me open and devour me. Get on with it." That wasn't her only reason, but it seemed expedient.

"Are you ready?" Brad asked.

"Yes."

He pushed with steady pressure against her, and her body opened to accept him. It didn't hurt; it felt wonderful. In that moment, she went from being a girl to being a woman.

Three seconds later, Brad felt the satisfaction he'd longed for as he lost his virginity.

"I promise it will be better next time," Brad said. "When we're a little less hurried."

She thought, "Next time?" If she could have smiled, she would have.

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She was on his shoulder, and Brad was ready to run when they heard a deafening crack. Satan had entered one of the blondes. In a few seconds, she screamed and burst into small blonde pieces. In her place appeared an eight-foot tall, red-skinned creature. It didn't look human and it didn't look pleased. It ran among the witches, grabbing them, ripping them apart and throwing their pieces into the giant fire in an incendiary rage.

Jill looked between the creature's legs and what she saw wasn't possible. It hung below his knees. Pyris had vastly understated its size. She shuddered at the thought.

The witches no longer cared about Brad and Jill. They wanted to save themselves and ran toward the altar. Moments later there was a thunderous explosion and the altar turned into a pile of pebbles and bits of witches.

Brad said, "He looks pissed, let's get out of here. Which way?" She pointed, as best she could, using the one finger that worked. He limped that way with Jill over his shoulder.

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They made it back to his car. Brad was so grateful that his father insisted that he hide a key under the bumper. Of course, he could never tell him about this, but he'd get a great Father's Day present this year. He retrieved the key and they drove off.

The drive wasn't easy. Jill was still partially paralyzed, and he'd lacerated his feet on the path. They both had bleeding scratches all over their bodies from tree limbs. Brad also saw the occasional palm tree in the road and had to ask Jill if it was real. Thankfully, the cops didn't stop them; they were still naked too.

They made it back to his apartment. Brad looked around for neighbors then carried her to the door and opened it using the key he hid above the door. The paralytic had worn off enough that Jill could have walked, but she didn't tell him. She liked Brad carrying her.

Once inside, he found some bandages and antiseptics. They would have gone to the emergency room, but they'd have a lot of questions about the drugs in their systems, and who would believe their story?

Once they'd bandaged each other, he found a long T-shirt she could wear, and he put on a pair of gym shorts. They drank several glasses of water to help flush the drugs out of their systems then sat down and talked about what happened.

Jill said, "I can't believe that with those cuts on your feet you could carry me."

"You didn't slow me down much. You weigh what, 90, 95 pounds."

She thought for a second then said, "Yeah, that's about what I weigh." She was closer to 110 pounds, but he didn't need to know that.

Jill looked at Brad and started crying. She said, "I can't believe that I almost got you killed."

"No, you didn't."

She confessed, "I set you up tonight. Those blonde girls matched me with you, so I'd bring you to the Halloween party. After we went out for coffee, I wanted to go out with you, and going to a party together sounded fun. Later, they told me that they always played a prank on the new guys at the party and asked me to help. No one had ever asked me to be part of any group before and being part of their prank flattered me. I was so stupid. Something should happen to those blondes."

"You didn't set me up; they set both of us up and something did happen to the blondes last night. At least one of them will rest in pieces. Perhaps their buddy Satan got the others or will take away their looks."

She blew her nose. "They told me that you might be a man I'd want to continue dating... or the right man to take my virginity. It didn't happen the way the blondes wanted, but I did find the right man to give my virginity to." She blushed and looked down.

Brad lifted her chin, looked into her eyes and said, "You didn't expect any of that to happen... Wait, what did you say at the end?"

"I found the right man to give my virginity to." She started sobbing, and he held her, snotty nose and all. "Can you ever forgive me?"

"For losing our virginity together? There's absolutely nothing to forgive. All the other stuff that happened is on them, not you." She squeezed him harder.

They were silent for a moment, enjoying being in each other's arms.

She asked, "Why did those drugs not affect you as much?"

"I may be a virgin... hey, I'm not now... but I've certainly taken more than my share of drugs. I used to pop a tab of LSD at breakfast before classes. You build up a tolerance. It felt like they gave me some mescaline and some mushrooms. There was something else in it that made it difficult for me to move and that hit me fast. Not a big deal. I'm glad that potion didn't have any Ayahuasca in it. That stuff will kick your ass. Whatever it was, it was strong; I was out of it for a while."

"What happened when you were out of it?"

"I imagined I was on a beach with two beautiful native women seducing me. Then they disappeared and you were on the beach with me. You were naked, held me and told me that we were in trouble. You left me then you came back and slapped me until I was back in that terrible place. I really wanted to stay naked on that beach with you."

"How is that possible?"

"I have no idea, but I'm glad it worked."

"I'm not sure how to ask this but how much did you see when I was on the altar?" Jill asked, turning red.

Brad thought and asked, "How much did you see of me when I was on it?"

"Perhaps we should table those questions until a later date," Jill said.

"That might be best."

Jill said, "You could have left me there."

"What kind of date would I be if I did that? It never occurred to me to leave you, but if I had, they could have caught me and brought me back. This way I saved us both and lost my virginity at the same time."

"You planned that?"

"Well, no. I planned to run away carrying you, but this worked out even better."

He had that big, sweet goofy grin on his face; Jill wanted to kiss him.

"I can drive you home if you want," he said, desperately wanting her to say no.

"No, I'm still a little frightened. I'm a little cold, too. Let's get into bed so we can cover up and get warm."

"Okay." His heart did a flip in his chest as he led her into the bedroom and they got in bed.

Brad unexpectedly said, "Viagra!"

"What?"

"They must have put Viagra in the potion to keep me hard."

"How long does that last?"

"I don't know."

Three minutes later, Jill said, "Under these covers I'm too hot in this T-shirt." She took it off, snuggled next to him and said, "That's much better."

"Yes, it is."

She said, "I know you're too hot in those shorts." She tugged at them and he took the hint.

He said, "You're right, this is much better."

Jill said, "Those blondes did something good for me."

"What?"

"I met you, and now I'm not shy around at least one man."

"I don't seem to be shy around you either."

"I'm glad."

She snuggled up to him and said, "You promised it would be better next time."

"What?"

"You told me that the next time we had sex, it would be better."

"If it's not better the next time, then we'll have to keep trying until it is. I'd never break a promise to a lady." She felt him growing against her legs. Viagra or not he was ready.

"Mmm."

Brad said, "You're too tired to start trying now, I bet."

"Don't ever put words into my mouth." She moved up and kissed him on the lips. "That's the first time we've kissed."

He said, "You're right and that's tragic. We need to kiss much more to make up for the time we wasted not kissing."

They kissed again and were getting better at that.

Brad said, "Damn, I don't have any condoms. That problem has never come up before." Jill had never seen anyone look so disappointed.

"I'm going to take the morning-after pill tomorrow anyway, so what's the harm?"

"You're brilliant."

"Only when I'm highly motivated."

They kissed for a long time.

Jill stopped and said, "They knew I was a virgin because I kind of told them. How did they know you were a virgin?"

"I've thought about that, and I'm not sure. Wait... I do know. The friend who talked me into calling you for our coffee date, Gavin, was acting unbearably proud of himself because a gorgeous, long-haired blond woman picked him up at a bar and took him home. That was a couple of days before I got the invitation. I know she was one of the blondes and he told her. He would have told her anything."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and I can't really blame him."

"Why not?"

"Jill, you should know this about men. If an experienced, beautiful, seductive woman offers a man sex, he'll become as dumb as a bag of hammers and tell her anything she wants to know. It's a good thing we can open pickle jars or we'd be completely useless."

She laughed then in a soft, sexy voice said, "You have some other uses." She kissed him on the lips like he'd always wanted a woman to kiss him.

Brad asked, "Would you like me to tell you any State secrets now?"

"Maybe later." She kissed him again.

+++++

Sex was better that night and continued to get even better. They didn't finish trying until sunup.

Jill, sleepy and happy in bed, said, "I wonder if sex can get even better."

"I'm willing to dedicate all my time to finding out."

They turned on the news to see if someone reported anything strange last night.

A talking head came on and said, "A meteorite crashed into the woods east of Walla Walla, Washington last night destroying a large area of forest. Fortunately, no one was injured."

Brad thought about the Gilbert and Sullivan lyric, "And they'll none of 'em be missed."

He turned off the TV and kissed Jill. "I'm glad that Halloween was on Friday this year."

"Why? Do you have plans for today?" she asked innocently.

She felt his hand on her breast. She moaned and said, "That will have to wait. We need to go to the drug store for the morning-after pill and enough condoms to last until I can get on the pill."

"So, we'll need around 150 condoms."

She laughed and said, "It doesn't take that long to get protection from the pill. Only about a week."

"Then if we conserve, we'll just need like fifty?"

"I like an ambitious man."

He kissed her.

She sighed and said, "It wouldn't hurt to go to the drugstore in an hour or so."

The End

Author's Postscript: I hope you enjoyed this romantic Halloween tale. It is of course purely fictional. In real life such ridiculous nonsense could never happen. Witches and demons have no place in the modern world. Still, a word to the wise, if you're in the dark woods on Halloween and happen to see or hear something not quite right, it might be best to walk away while you can. You might not be as lucky as these young lovers.

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