"Little ditty about Jack and Diane
Two American kids growin' up in the heartland"
By John Cougar Mellencamp
Diane chuckled as she put the final stitches in her grandson's Halloween costume. More than thirty-five years and that damned movie was as popular as ever. A Wookiee, for Christ's sake. Oh, the memories that brought back as she caressed the rough fake fur with love.
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October 31st, 1977
Diane scanned the packed fraternity house looking for her new boyfriend Jack. He had said to meet him at the Halloween party. He had even told her what to wear. She was to come as Princess Leia. Only one tiny problem, because of the popularity of that damned movie, every single one of the costume shops were sold out of the damned thing. She had been so desperate to impress him though that she had cut up one of her white bed sheets and sewn the damned costume herself by hand. Looking down at it now, she was rather satisfied with her work, even if she did say so herself.
But she was no closer to finding Jack. He had said that he would come as Chewie. At well over six foot, she could appreciate his humor in selecting that character. Jack's All-American good looks and abilities as a football player had first attracted her to him. He sat three seats over in psychology class. Although seats were no longer assigned in college, it seemed that everyone had fallen into a pattern of sitting in the same place each time. Of course, Diane had never expected Jack to notice her. Her mousy brown hair and girl next door looks never attracted much attention from the boys in high school.
Except tonight that all seemed to be different. She noticed several guys looking in her direction. She knew the popularity of the Leia character explained that more than anything else, but there were several Leia's in the room already. Blonde ones, other brunettes and even a lone red head. But she recognized that her depiction of the forthright and entitled Princess was the closest to reality. Not that any of it was real.
She was just about to slip quietly from the party, go back to her dorm and try calling Jack to find out where he was when a glass of punch appeared in front of her. "Drink this," said the familiar voice from beneath the hairy suit. "You look..."
Diane was nervous as the pause stretched out. She strained to hear his next words as if they held some great importance. The room was loud. Music. A couple hundred people all talking until it sounded like a hive of bees all buzzing in unison. But she was cued to just one sound, Jack's voice. "Hot!"
She sighed with relief at his pronouncement as his dark brown eyes scanned her from head to toe and back again. She smiled, blushed and responded, "Thanks but probably not as hot as you are in that outfit."
He chuckled, "Yeah, well, I seem to be stuck in here. The zip broke as I was pulling it up." He fidgeted from foot to foot before adding in a whisper, "I'm dying for a piss too."
Her blush deepened a bit. A small town girl she was not accustomed to such frank language although she was more than accustomed to watching animals perform the act. The words always seemed so vulgar somehow.
She bit her lip and considered the situation for a long moment. She did not want Jack to get the wrong idea about her, but he did seem desperate. "I could try to help you with the zip. I sew and maybe I can fix it. Or at worse, get you out of there and back in."
He smiled or she thought he did. It was not easy seeing much more than his brown eyes in that damned costume. "You are the best, Princess. I just need to talk to Mike, our president, about something real quick. My room is on the third floor, second door on the left. Meet you there in fifteen minutes?"
He bent and rough fake fur brushed the side of her face as he 'kissed' her cheek. "Okay," she mumbled, suddenly nervous about going to a boy's room alone. Her mouth was dry at the thought so she downed the cup of punch and looked around for someplace to get another.
She found what looked like a refreshments table across the room and made her way slowly there with dozens of 'excuse me's' and more shoving than she would have liked. But she finally made it and helped herself to more of the bubbling witch's brew from the large cauldron in the middle of the table. She knew she was stalling, second guessing herself about the promise to meet Jack in his room. She had another cup.
She was being silly. This was no place for her small town morals. She had decided when she went away to college that she was going to leave all of that behind. That 'good girl' mentality that had been drummed into her by hers parents, the church and small town America. She was a college woman now. Her own person. She could make her own decisions. Right?
She stumbled just a bit as she turned from the table towards the stairs. But rather than be embarrassed she just laughed it all off. Her head felt a bit light like the time she had accidentally picked up Uncle Joe's glass of egg nog at Christmas. On some level it registered that the punch was spiked. But Diane was past the point of caring by then. Besides this new Dutch courage felt pretty good as she clutched her fourth cup of the brew even tighter.
Climbing the stairs was not as easy as she had thought. She had to push past large groups of people who were congregating there. And putting one foot in front of another seemed to require more concentration than she had ever noticed before. She gripped the bannister and focused as she climbed that final flight. "Third floor, second door," she pronounced as she made the landing.
Damn, there were two second doors. One of the left and another on the right. She vaguely remembered Jack mentioning one, but could not remember which. Left or right? Right or left? She chuckled and in her inebriated state decided that a game of 'iny, meeny, miny, mo' would be the best way of solving her problem. The right it was then.
She tapped lightly on the door and it opened on its own. She gasped as she took in the sight there. Another Leia was kneeling on the floor before a handsome Hans Solo. It could have been one of the promo pics on the posters. Except for his cock going in and out of her mouth. Diane clutched the door to steady herself. She knew that the polite thing would be to say yet another 'excuse me' and close the door as she left. Except that she seemed frozen there, unable to move, unable to even look away.
