It was getting late and Trudy Kendlin's doorbell hadn't rung in over forty minutes, the parade of goblins, monsters, superheroes and other assorted characters apparently ended for another year. It left her a little depressed. Halloween was one of her favorite nights and she hated for it to end.
She was a teacher, a high school teacher, who enjoyed the young trick-or-treaters all dressed up, having fun, and she particularly liked having some of her students drop by. They all knew how much she enjoyed Halloween–how she liked to decorate her house and yard all spookily, get dressed up, often a little sexily, and have a few glasses of wine, a rarity. She was one of the students' favorites and they got a kick out of seeing her a little drunk in a sexy costume. It was something they laughed about behind her back.
She usually dressed her body down, wore very little makeup, and comported herself very primly, concealing her sexuality as much as possible. The last thing she wanted was for a student to come on to her with the dire consequences it could bring, besides, teachers couldn't be too careful anymore. She had been so successful at playing the prim schoolmarm that she was thought of as a prude by the students–they even called her 'Prudy' behind her back.
Just as she was pouring her fifth glass of Pinot Noir, the doorbell rang. She took one large gulp, set the glass on the kitchen table and went to see if it was merely a late goblin calling or if, perhaps by some remote chance, that good looking guy she had noticed checking her out at the gym had just maybe found out her address and decided to stop by. She needed a man–it had been six weeks. To her surprise, two of her students, Russell Farlow and Frank Simpson, stood there grinning at her.
Russell and Frank were constant companions, known around school as 'Beavis and Butthead.' Other than Russell being a towhead and Frank having dark brown hair, they looked nothing like the cartoon characters, but they did engage in foolhardy pranks. A few teachers actually thought them dangerous, but Trudy just thought them mischievous and daring, very daring, especially Russell.
They were dressed as Beavis and Butthead, in the appropriate clothing and colors, including 'Metallica' and 'AC/DC' logos. Their only concession to the chilly temperature was wearing hoodies instead of t-shirts. Frank also wore a backpack carrying god knows what, Trudy hesitated to even guess.
"Trick or treat," they said, laughing as Russell drew a pistol and shot a stream of water to the right of her head just as Frank pulled the strings on a fireworks popper, making a loud bang.
She jumped back, causing her boobs to bounce like an over endowed cheer leader's, and squealed like a little girl. The prank was no doubt Russell's idea that Frank went along with as usual. "My goodness, that was wicked. But you shouldn't trick your teacher like that. Don't you boys know that?"
"We thought you'd like to be tricked," said Russell, then laughed like Beavis, "Heh, heh, heh."
"Trick, heh, heh, heh," said Frank. "He said trick, heh, heh, heh."
"You almost gave me a heart attack. Is that what you were trying to do?"
"No, Miss K, we don't want anything to happen to you. You're our favorite teacher. Our very favorite of all time. And prettiest too," Russell said.
Russell was brash and a little fresh. Trudy liked him and was actually attracted to him–not to the point she might act on it, but attracted nevertheless. She didn't know exactly why–he was adopted, like her, and she felt a little kinship toward him, but that wasn't it. He wasn't particularly good looking or sexy, either, still there was something about him that she found terribly appealing–it made her a little uncomfortable.
"Yeah, you're cool," said Frank.
"Although I know you don't mean it, that's a nice sentiment. You're such flatterers."
"I mean it," said Russell. "And that outfit is awesome–sexx-eee." She was dressed as an English school girl in a short plaid skirt, white blouse revealing cleavage, and knee length socks, with her hair in pig tails tied with bows.
"Yeah, awesome," Frank said, then mimicked Butthead. "Uhhh, heh, heh, heh, he said sexy."
Trudy blushed as she laughed. "Oh, my. Now I know you're fibbing. "
"No we're not. There was this girl in a movie wearing an outfit just like yours," said Russell, "only she wasn't as pretty as you, even when she took it off, heh, heh, heh." It earned him a quick look from Frank.
Trudy laughed, then said, "I won't even ask what kind of movie you were watching. You know, I'm surprised you fellows are out trick-or-treating? I'd have thought you had other things to do tonight."
"Nah, we went to a party, but it was boring, so we watched a movie, then we decided to come see you," Frank said.
"If we'd known you had on that outfit, we'd have come earlier," said Russell.
"Well, it really is nice of you guys to come see me. Want some candy?" she asked only half joking.
"How about a beer?" said Russell.
Trudy giggled. "You guys aren't old enough to drink."
"We're twenty-one," deadpanned Russell.
"You are not." She giggled again. "You're both eighteen. You're in my class, remember. I've seen your records."
"Well, we're old enough to join the Army, we ought to be old enough to drink beer. Besides we do it all the time. It's Halloween, Miss K, come on, give us a beer." Russell said.
"Yeah, trick-or-treat," said Frank.
"I don't have any beer, guys. I really don't."
"Well, I guess we'll have to furnish our own," Russell laughed, pointing to Frank's backpack. "Have a drink with us, Miss K. What do you say?"
"Guys, it wouldn't look right. I'm your teacher, you know." She laughed. "I could get fired."
"We ain't gonna tell nobody, Miss K. No one's gonna know. Come on. Have a drink with us, it'll be fun. It's Halloween," Russell said.
"Guys..." she said, dragging the word out as if begging them not to press her and make her actually say the words, turning them down.
"Come on, Miss K, it'll be fun. It's Halloween," Russell persisted.
"Yeah, come on, it's Halloween," Frank parroted.
"Yeah, but," she said, regretful.
"She said butt, heh, heh, heh," Frank mimicked Butthead.
"It'll be fun. Come on, Miss K, one beer ain't gonna hurt anything." Russell kept after her.
"Yeah, come on, Miss K, one beer. No one's gonna know," Frank chimed in.
"Oh, for goodness sake. Come on in. I'm drinking wine. Just know that you better not tell anyone." She knew they would be fun, probably fill her in on all the latest gossip at school. She didn't look forward to spending the rest of the evening alone and besides, it was Halloween.
"We won't tell a soul. Promise," said Russell.
"Promise," said Frank.
"Okay, but you better not. I could get into trouble."
"What happens in this house...staaays in this house," Russell said, mocking the catchphrase, and they laughed.
"You have no idea how true that is," Trudy said.
They sat at the kitchen table, laughing and talking. Being with the youngsters cheered her up.
