Nightmare on You-Now-Where Street

In the early 1990s I won a scholarship to a prestige American university. This would not have been anything special except that I was then finishing my schooling in a small country town in Western Australia, which was about as far away as possible and I was not a particularly outstanding student. But I was encouraged by my parents to apply there, and being an overconfident youth I boosted myself in the application and then forgot about it until the invitation arrived in the mail.

Of course I accepted it wondering for a moment if I had filled some sort of quota or if someone unknown wealthy and powerful benefactor had pulled some strings. And then without thinking more about that, I proceeded to uproot myself to a university town where I knew no one and barely understood the language. Was I taking the place of a worthy American? I did not think to ask.

Being assertive and outgoing and it being a campus with plenty of young, eager -- and as I soon found out -- also uprooted students -- I soon coalesced in a group of disparate Americans who for the most part found me tolerably funny and one, a tall blonde from the Midwest called Estella, decided that I was beddable. I would not say that I was in love with her. But I was sure attracted to her.

Initially, I did not know how to approach her, how to make things happen. But she decided that she wanted me. I was slowly sipping an insipid American beer in the corner of a party when she walked up to me and asked me my name. She told me hers, and to my surprise she stayed to talk to me, immediately starting to tell me intimate details of her life up to that point. And before I knew it, we were both naked from the waist down in the back of her car which she parked somewhere isolated. She assured me that I performed well enough that she wanted to see me again for more.

Estella organised a coffee date for me to meet her friends. She introduced me to the males -- Caspian, Whipple, and Fielder. Her two women friends introduced themselves to me, Adeline and Ophelia. "My name's Michael," I told them.

"That's a ridiculous name!" Whipple exploded with a laugh.

Ophelia looked at me with sympathetic eyes. "Michael, what a strange name," she commiserated.

"It's in the bible," I explained but the others laughed.

Estella screwed up her face. "You're so funny."

And that's how we met. We coalesced. Except we were never balanced, there being seven of us. There always seemed to be one male too many. But to my pleasure it was never me. Estella and I had progressed to getting enough privacy to also remove our tops when we made love. Which she proceeded to tell the others in our friendship group.

I tried to keep up. Adeline and Ophelia never had a lack of male partner. Although they seemed to rotate through the other three men. Or maybe I was not paying enough attention. I tried to confirm their arrangement with Estella one day.

Of course she told the others what I had asked. "Seven," Estella hollered. We all looked at her. "The most powerful magical number!"

I looked blank. "I didn't know that." I thought it was nine.

Estella shook her head. "There are a lot of things you don't know."

How true that was.

*

The seven of us started to spend almost all our time together, time stretched into the night. Parties until late. And when the seven of us were together, the games started as you would expect from freshers together on their own recognisance on campus together. Firstly it was truth or dare. And I'll be honest, we were all very restrained about it. In the words of the locals, it was lame.

Fortunately, Estella felt the same way that I did and took me in hand. She led me out of the party, making a joke of it in front of the rest, how if she didn't take me away and screw me right away, she might lose me to one of the other girls. So funny, not. She dramatically dragged me away from them by my shirt collar. "In case you disappear on me," she laughed. Once we were outside she spun around and gave me a passionate kiss.

"What are you doing?" I stammered.

"I think you can work it out," she replied and kissed me again. We went back to her room as fast as we could, raced to take our clothes off and made love like we knew what we were doing.

After about a week of this sort of behaviour, she suddenly turned to me after we had both cum. "Doing it alone with you is nice," she smiled, "but we should arrange something and do it together with the others."

"Why?" I asked her, wondering whether that was actually something that I wanted to do. I had never thought of sharing her. Or myself. Wasn't the idea of our relationship to spend time in bed alone with the girl I loved?

Estella obviously did not think so. "Because that's what students do," she asserted.

"I don't think they do that in Australia?" I replied weakly. I was not sure. At least I had never done that in Australia. And I don't think any of my friends had.

"Well, you're in the good old United States now, and that is what we do. All friends together. We can do it playing strip poker or us girls can be your hostesses when you boys watch a football game. Which would you prefer? Or we can just have a party and just fall out of our clothes." Well, this was Uni and we were all far away from home so maybe she was right, things were different. Still it seemed a stretch to me.

"I don't know," I admitted.

"I don't want you to get bored with me," she stated flatly, swishing her blonde off her shapely breasts in a way that I was sure would never bore me.

"I'll never get bored with you," I insisted.

Estella nudged me gently, rubbing her still damp crotch against my thigh. "I've seen you looking at Adeline."

I nudged her back. "Well, that's what I do when I want to talk to her."

Estella nudged me again. "That's not what I meant." She grabbed my cock. "Look, it's getting hard now and all I had to do was mention her name!" She had a look of triumph on her face, like she had proven I had already been unfaithful to her with her best friend. What could I say? I was not going to argue with Estella as she continued. "Maybe you don't get it. We're young and American. And we're away from home. We can do anything we want without consequences."

I looked at my girlfriend in a new way. "I'm sure that's not true," I suggested.

Estella shook her head. "Well, that's what they teach us." She looked quite certain.

I don't know if Estella had spoken to the others behind my back. Because things moved rapidly her way from there. Caspian suggested strip poker when the seven of us were partying together one night shortly after our talk. Ophelia screeched no, but she was placated by Estella who started a short whispered conversation with her, then led them out of the room. The rest of us sat in silence for a moment expecting that our future hinged on what was being said out of our sight.

The two girls came back in a moment later, and Estella announced that they were ready to play. She stared straight at Caspian as she said it while I tried to attract her attention. Then I realised that she and Ophelia had put their coats back on and every other piece of clothing they had found in the hallway, hats, scarves and who knows what else under the coats. Caspian shrugged at Whipple and Fielder, and then grinned at me. Did he have some sort of design on my girlfriend? I looked around, starting to worry.

Adeline had been taken by surprise and was underdressed compared to the other two girls. She got up to leave. "No way," Estella told her, grabbing her by the arm to keep her there. I sensed a conspiracy but thought best to say nothing.

Caspian produced a pack of cards that he just happened to have handy. And Estella set some rules. Well one rule. Caspian would deal out the cards face up and whoever got the lowest card would take off a piece of clothing. If say two of us each got a six then both would shed something. I looked around and everyone seemed eager. Well, Adeline seemed resigned to her fate, but everyone else seemed eager. I realised that I was.

And we boys were playing to win. Soon all males were all down to our underwear while all three girls were pretty much intact. Adeline got lucky cards and the other two had only lost hats, scarves and gloves. But suddenly there were stakes. If one of us boys lost the next hand, there would be exposed penis. Caspian dramatically flourished the pack and prepared to deal our fate. But then Estella clapped her hands theatrically. "Five minutes to midnight," she exclaimed, "time to go, pumpkins!" And the three girls stood up and left us immediately, four men in their jocks, suddenly somewhat embarrassed, sitting there in our underwear. And we heard the front door slam and the three girls laughing outside as they departed back to their dorm.

At the time I thought well, that was that. But, as I later realised, that card game broke the ice. In bed alone with me, Estella insisted "you enjoyed that, didn't you?" And I couldn't lie. Especially when she promised me there would be more. "Adeline almost saw your beautiful cock," Estella gushed, "and next time she will!" Well, what could I say? No one had ever called my cock beautiful before.

Next we did the football game thing. Whipple insisted that we had to watch 'the game' with him. And to my surprise, the girls announced that they would be waitresses for us. This time Adeline did not object. I guess that she had some time to consider it.

"Waitresses, really?" I asked Estella when I got her alone. "Why?" It sounded demeaning to me.

Maybe she read my mind. "Not all fantasies are yours," she advised me. "We have them too."

Fair enough, I decided. They must have all decided that they wanted to do this.

Then came the day. Not thinking much about things, I rolled up to Whipple's in my jeans. Under my hoodie with the big campus logo that protected me from the cold outside I wore my West Coast Eagles replica top having wondered until now why I had brought it with me from home. I was glad to see that the other guys were pretty much dressed the same as me representing their local teams when I got through to the TV room. The atmosphere was blokey sports bar. Whipple had even put some girly posters on the wall.

I looked around the room. "Where are the girls?" I asked. Whipple smiled, clearly he knew something I didn't.

"Our hostesses will be along to serve us soon," he promised. The other guys seemed equally knowledgable about what would come, all wide grins, sly looks and fist bumps on each other's biceps.

"Guys," I tried, "we're not like this." Whipple looked at Fielder and Caspian and they all chanted 'we want boobies' for a long minute while I looked on, bewildered at the change in my urbane friends.

When they stopped the chant, Fielder looked around at all of us. "I don't know about you guys," he smiled, "but I could really do with a beer." He looked expectantly over at Whipple.

"I don't know if they're ready yet," Whipple told him.

"The game's about to start," Caspian complained.

"Oh, all right, let me check," Whipple conceded. He got up and headed towards the kitchen. He was most of the way out of the room when he came back in with a fish-eating grin on his face. Adeline and Estella marched into the room with a beer in each hand. Ophelia followed them a little more unsteadily with two large bowls of potato chips balanced in front of her chest.

It took a moment to discover what Whipple was reacting to. First of all I realised that Ophelia was tottering into the room on some very high heels. Then it clicked that I could see the suspender belt she was wearing that held up her fishnet stockings. Then I realised that I could see her suspender belt because the only other thing she was wearing below her waist was a sheer g-string. I stood up to help her with the bowls of chips and when I took them from her I realised that they had been covering all she was wearing, a sheer lace camisole top. Her breasts were kind of covered but their firm shape was clearly defined. She smiled at me as she thanked me for taking the chips, looking slightly sheepish about her appearance.

"Very nice," I told her which seemed to perk her up.

I realised I should look at Estella too since she was actually my girlfriend. She had stepped over towards me, holding out a beer. I put the bowls down on the coffee table to realise that Estella was dressed much as Ophelia, only her heels were not as extreme. And the same for Adeline who strode over to the other boys. From the back, her bottom looked bare, the g-string hidden between her buttocks. She apparently did not care; she had lost any of the inhibitions from the strip poker.

Adeline turned to me with a salacious smile like she knew exactly what I had been thinking, then she looked around the room. "You're missing the game," she realised as she picked up the remote and went over to the television. She bent over in front of the TV, with her bottom completely exposed to all of us. And she held that position for much longer than necessary, turning to make sure that we were watching her bare bottom and not the game.

"Is this like Australia?" Adeline asked me as the second quarter or whatever started. She was sitting in my lap, with her barely covered nipples mere centimetres or inches from my mouth. I tried to look at the game with the others but that wondrous bust had blocked my view. So I looked up to her face.

"Not really," I admitted. "The girls I hung out with would dress in their club colours and watch the game with us. Back there, they know all about game, same as us."

She shook her breasts at my face on the off chance that I had not noticed them. "God," she exclaimed, "that must be sooo boring!" She reached down to grope me which let me see the others. "I don't even know which teams are playing," she admitted, laughing as she grabbed my cock, her hand inside my pants.

I looked over to Estella who was sitting on Whipple. She blew me a kiss, so I gave her a smile. She moved around on his lap with a thrill on her face. She licked her lips and made a gesture at me which seemed to be either telling me that Whipple had a bigger cock than me or I had a bigger one than him. Her signal seemed a bit unclear. But she seemed to be having fun. Then I wondered what Adeline was doing with my pants. Distracted by Estella I had not noticed Adeline undo my belt and unbutton my jeans. She had her hand deep in them, around my cock.

Ophelia was in the middle of the couch getting intimate with Caspian and Fielder at the same time. Caspian had reached up into her cami top and was fondling her as she fondled Fielder. This all went on for some time. Estella and Ophelia swapped at some stage, so that Estella got to play with two men at the same time. But Adeline stayed with me.

"Game's over," Estella called out quite sharply. I got a ping of worry. Had she been watching me? Was she upset at Adeline and I getting to know each other like that? I mean, she had encouraged it. But maybe she had changed her mind. Either way it was a signal. The girls all stood up and went into the kitchen. About ten minutes later, they returned to us, in their street clothes.

It seemed that there was nothing to worry about. Estella never said anything to me, and I guess since Adeline and I must have not crossed any boundaries, no harm was done. In fact, Estella became more amorous. And more willing to try things. Although only with me and her alone. There had been no more group sexual adventures since the game. It was about that time that they started to excitedly discuss something called Halloween.

Estella gave me that look one evening when we were in bed. I had drifted off but she woke me up. She had a book on her lap. "You know what Halloween is?" she asked, suspecting the answer.

I shook my head as expected. "Not really. Something about pumpkins?" I vaguely recalled a Peanuts cartoon.

Estella gave me her most condescending smile. "Yes, and you have to be home by midnight," she told me. She sighed. "I see that we have work to do."

I tried to show her some attention although I was still half asleep. "What are you reading?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up. "A short story, Exit by Harry Farjeon. You should read it some time. It's, uh, interesting..."

"Sure," I agreed. And forgot about it. The sex had been good.

We had a fondue night at Whipple's not long after. I wondered where it would head, but I got the vibe that it would go nowhere. Somehow Adeline and I found ourselves in Whipple's bathroom together, both trying to get cheese residue off our hands and our arms. I was a bit apprehensive after what had happened at the game. But Adeline seemed relaxed. In fact, so relaxed that she sat on the loo, pulled down her pants and peed as we talked.

"Has Estella told you about Halloween?" she asked as I wondered whether I should look at her when I replied. What the Hell, I did. She was not troubled at all that I was clearly looking her all over as she continued on the loo.

"She's told me that there is this thing called Halloween that is very important to you, and that you have plans. And I guess I will find out on the night."

"In that case I better not tell you," Adeline concluded. She wiped herself, pulled her pants back up and flushed.

Later Estella asked me if Adeline had peed when we were in the bathroom together.

"Yes," I admitted on the very strong basis that Estella already knew.

"She does that with all the boys," Estella revealed. "Did it turn you on?"

"I didn't realise that it was supposed to," I responded.

"Oh you dear boy," she smiled. I guess I had passed some sort of test although what the test was, I had no idea.

*

So there we were, October 31 and the seven of us walking down Elm Street, a quiet residential street near the campus where, according to Whipple, the professors lived.

But first we had to get ready. With Estella's help I dressed up before we caught up with the others.When I dropped around to collect her, Estella greeted me dressed like some sort of lacy sexy Miss Haversham.

She took a look at me and smiled. "I knew you wouldn't have one, so I got you this," she smiled. So I got into the costume she had for me. A long coat and a mask she didn't let me see before she put it on me. She looked me up and down approvingly then her demeanour turned serious. "One thing you do need to know," she told me grimly. "Tomorrow is the day of the dead. At least that's when our town celebrates it." Her look turned even darker. "You must be home by midnight," she warned. Her words were too dark for me to respond with anything but a respectful silence.

And now we were walking towards this quiet suburban Elm Street, at least that's what my friends told me. It was a name I felt that I should know from somewhere. I was not sure where. Just the seven of us. "So what do we do?" I asked.

"Trick or treat," Adeline told me like she could not believe I didn't know.

"Isn't that for kids?" I asked.

Caspian smiled slyly. "There aren't any kids here, so we get to do it. It's a tradition."

"An old university tradition," Ophelia told me solemnly.

"We have to do it?" I asked. Should I ask what happened to the children?

"Something like that," Fielder replied to my question.

Caspian took over the narration. "In case you hadn't noticed, anyone in this town with any sort of family or young children live in their own community on the other side of the campus. They leave this side to us so-called young adults and the older staff who don't have children at home. So that on Halloween we can do certain things without disruption."

"Ah that would explain the naked campus run next month," I responded to show that I was not completely clueless. They all ignored that.

Estella took me gently by the arm. "There is one street in particular that we have to take you to. So you can learn about trick or treat." They all smiled at me. We went.