Bob laid out the black costume with the white skeleton emblazoned on the front on his dorm room bed. He pulled off his football sweater and quickly undressed. His room mate Tony was already in his green slime monster costume but was having trouble with the runny gloop he thought would make great mucus - it did but now he couldn't get it off his hands.
"Man, this stuff gets everywhere," he said transferring it from hand to hand.
Bob laughed and slipped his own costume over his toned athletic body. Pulling the skull mask on, he shambled over to his friend, waving his arms. Tony replied by waving the gloop at him and Bob jumped back.
"Don't get that stuff on my boner!"
They were laughing when the third friend, Steve, joined them. Steve was the opposite of the two athletes; 10 stone weakling - a bit of a geek but they enjoyed having him around. He could download porn faster than either of them. Over his arm he held the white sheet that was going to transform him into a ghost and he pretended to scream when the other two came for him.
"The girls ready yet?" Tony asked.
Steve shook his head and said, "Guys, I have an idea - before the girls join us?"
The two footballers looked his way.
Steve blushed a bit and said, "There's a new post-grad teaching assistant on my course in mythology. She is so great looking. Well, I found out she lives on the edge of campus and I wondered if we could go see her first? Without the girls."
Bob nudged Tony in the ribs. "You got the hots for your teacher, Steve? She been passing you notes in class?"
Steve blushed more and shrugged, "Don't take my word for it." He went to the computer and quickly pulled up her staff home page.
"Wow."
"Look at that piece of ass..."
The footballers vied for best view of the picture; even though it showed her in a demure, dark red dress, they could tell she filled it out well. Her face was framed by dark slightly wavy hair. Hi, I'm Gail Westrick and I'm teaching Mythology 201...
"Yes, have my babies..." Bob looked over at Steve. "What colour are her eyes?"
"Blue," he said dreamily, "more sapphire..."
"OK guys haven't we forgotten something here?" Tony tried to bring them down to earth. "Why would she be in her place - it's Halloween - won't she be out somewhere doing ghosty things?"
Steve, the font of knowledge on Ms. Westrick, shook his head. "She said she'd be staying in doesn't get into all the Halloween stuff - but said we could come around for a treat!"
The other two boys cheered and laughed, "I know what sort of treat I want!"
"Think she'll put out, Stevy?" Bob ribbed his friend who blushed again.
"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's get over to her place and then we'll be back to go out with the girls...unless we get real lucky over there!"
They drove the short distance to the house on the edge of campus. It had been in the early benefactor's will that they should keep the house and use it to support students who were working towards post graduate degrees. So it had seen the rise of the modern campus beside it and now stood with a faded Edwardian charm, looking over in avuncular fashion its founder's aspirations.
They pulled up outside; the house looked quite dark but the glass panel over the door showed a light was burning inside. They left the car and started walking towards the house.
"So... How certain are you that we'll get a treat, Steve," Bob asked.
"Umm... well, not very, but... "
"I'm getting hard just... " Tony trailed off the remark as they gathered on the porch and Steve reached out to press the bell.
Gail Westrick had dressed for the occasion, a risquΓ© French Maid's outfit, complete with seamed stockings, apron and cap, giving out candy to those who ventured to her door, but the treat... Well, that was reserved for someone special. Peering through the peephole when the bell chimed for what seemed the fiftieth time, she opened the door.
"Well, well, well... " Gail murmured, opening the door on the threesome. "Who do we have here?"
"Trick or treat!" they shouted in unison.
"Hmm... Maybe I have both," she smiled, tilting her head. "Just who gets what depends on who is who."
"Hiya, Ms. Westrick," Steve chimed out. "It's me, Steve Harris. And these are my friends Bob and Tony."
She nodded, looking them up and down, her hand slipping to the handle of the screen door. "Trick," she said, pointing at Bob. "Trick," she repeated, "Sorry, Steve. Some other time." "Treat," she said with a grin, opening the door and placing her crimson tipped fingernail gingerly underneath Tony's slime-covered face. "Won't you... come in?"