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It was a brisk, cool, breezy night as my blue Crossfire screamed into its parking space on the college campus. The Harvest Moon brilliantly smiled down upon me as I stormed out of the car. I slammed the door and ran up to the Hot School Girl. She had back to me, showing off her appetitizing sweet thong clad butt to me; a few maple leaves flew in front as I neared my delicious young friend.
Jez turned around and smiled at me. She sported her red helmet complete with two horns; two pony tails flowed from the top. Her silky black tails danced in the night breeze. Instead of wearing a plaid top, she wore a red bikini bra. A girl has to keep her sexy reputation you know. Her crony M-16 rested gently on her soft right thigh.
"Jez, what the hell is going on?" I asked completely befuddled.
"I need back up," the eighteen year old heroine smiled.
"Back up!" I exclaimed as I reached behind my back and pulled out my USN issued 9MM, "I had my gall bladder taken out a month ago!"
"You'll do," she replied winking her eye.
"Why not Wonder Woman?" I protested as I took the safety off and stowed my weapon away.
"Your brother ran away scared silly, screaming that he had seen the Angel of Death. They had to sedate him," she calmly stated.
She had to be pulling my leg. My brother was in Afghanistan, like me. Plus he was in Iraq; he doesn't scare easily. I was about to call her bluff when she licked her candy apple red lips; I forgot all about my problems. I hadn't seen any action in sex, er, six weeks. So lust stricken me followed as Jez's sweet ass swung back and forth as we entered the park.
The gorgeous Harvest Moon was swallowed by dark gloomy clouds. "Terrific," I uttered thinking that it was an omen of things to come. A raven settled on an oak branch in front of us. I braced myself for the inevitable, "Nevermore." I looked up as we walked by it; I swear it looked like it knew something I didn't. Damn Edgar Allen Poe. Why did I have to read that stupid poem yesterday?
A black cat ran behind us as we followed a nature trail, moments later a bat screeched overhead as we made our way to the center of the park. I kept looking at her ass as we followed the trail. I kept looking at it in hopes of getting happy somewhere, nothing. Nuts. I couldn't understand it. The only thing covering her luscious rear end was dental floss; nothing, no stimulation whatsoever.
A mysterious fog rolled in as we entered a clearing. A path of glowing Jack-o-lanterns led the way to an eerie labyrinth as leafs tumbled in the brisk refreshing autumn's night breeze.
"Now what?"
"The labyrinth," she replied.
"Naturally," I uttered rolling my eyes.
Twin grotesque gargoyles greeted us at the entrance. I could've sworn they began to smile as we approached. Maybe the flickering lights from the Jack-o-lanterns were playing tricks on me, I hoped.
Jez cocked her M-16 and marched into maze; I followed her with my eyes trained on her sweet ass. My naughty self imagined groping it with my hands just before I spread those sweet cheeks open wide and firing a heat seeking missile into her wetland.
She came to a complete stop while I imagined ravishing her hot body. I bumped into that sweet ass; she turned around and narrowed her eyes as she whispered, "Pay attention!"
I was, but I wasn't, if you know what I mean. I sheepishly looked down and mumbled, "Sorry."
She shook her pretty little head in frustration and continued to march again. I followed and continued to have my eyes locked onto the sweet ass of hers. The sweet flesh pendulum swung nonstop back and forth. Oh, how I wanted it; even more frustrating was the fact that I had no desire, stupid gall bladder operation.
Suddenly we stopped in our tracks as an eerie saxophone began to play; I drew my sidearm as Jez trained her M-16 dead ahead. Heh, I said, "Dead." Anyhow, we stopped and scanned the area. I knelt to my knee and got even a closer look at that sweet ass. It was right there in front of my carnal eyes. I could feel lust stalking me; Jez looked down at me. I was expecting her to ask, "Enjoying the view?"
Her candy apple red lips smiled and asked the inevitable, "Enjoying the view, luv?"
I rose to my feet; we shared a brief kiss before Jez pulled away. She put her index finger on my lips and whispered, "Later." We followed the eerie music; every gargoyle and jack-o-lantern we passed looked more sinister as the music began to crescendo. I thought it was getting cooler as we pressed on. I looked down at Jez's ample boobage. Her nipples were about ready to bore out of her crimson bikini bra. I smiled, it was getting colder and I finally got a tiny sensation of being happy somewhere. Perhaps I would get lucky after all at Wonder Woman's party tonight!
Moments later we finally reached the heart of the labyrinth, the music had reached its apex. We aimed our weapons at a shadowy figure. The dark figure appeared to have a sickle in its hand. If this were The Angel of Death, then our weapons would be totally useless. I swallowed hard at the sobering thought.
Jez, however, seemed to play it cool. She took careful aim as the Harvest Moon finally came back out. Suddenly the music stopped and the figure moved towards us as though it were gliding. I knelt to my knee as it kept coming; it gracefully skimmed the ground as it continued towards us. The light of the moon raced towards the shadowy phantom. The moon light revealed the figure to be...
"President Clinton!" I thundered in total relieved disbelief as I rose to my feet.
"I'm sorry Hot School Girl," he said totally ignoring Your's Truly, "I'm sorry for scaring everybody. I haven't played since 1996 run, but I'm getting ready for Hillary's 08 run."
"Not a problem Mr. President," Jez smiled as Bill began to oogle her. She threw the rifle over her shoulder as she continued, "It's been a pleasure." They shook hands; he flashed me a wink as Jez turned around and left. I quickly saluted and ran after her.
I looked down at my watch and commented, "Wow, we can still make it to the party."
Jez slowed down and stopped. She lay the M-16 down as she purred, "Party huh? She looked at me and unsnapped her bra as she finished, "I'll give you a party."
It was the best party in six weeks.
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