When I last wrote, the “gaggle of girls” had just left me feeling awesome and paining. I was nervous yet excited to find what was still to come as the night wore on.
When I heard the next group coming, my heart sank a little…I heard at least two distinct male voices coming up the steps. One of the hazards of a hiding place like this I suppose. As it turns out, when they tripped the motion sensor, they were more excited to find the hidden speakers around the porch than to spend much time near the bodies! What incredible luck…I still can’t believe it! The girl with them stepped up to ring the doorbell, her heeled shoe pressing into the lower half of my face. Even through the mask, this was painful, and yet wonderful. The guys only briefly stepped on to grab their share of the candy, then hopped back off, checking out our hidden sound system (boy, was I glad I had installed those so well!).
As the night proceeded, the order gets a little fuzzy, but I believe what came next was the proverbial fat-kid-now-HS-Senior, dressed as a witch, taking her “little” sister with her. By little, I mean shorter; she definitely proved to be heavier than Amanda from earlier in the night. Meaner, too, as they stomped their way up the bodies, confessing to each other that they were pretending these bodies were those of everyone who’s made fun of them over the years. Boy, did they have some pent up anger or something, because it was a few very long minutes before they (FINALLY) rang the doorbell!! By this time, they were breathing heavily, rocking back & forth from foot to foot as they stood there, filled with adrenaline. These, of course were on my now sideways-turned (kicked) head, neck-chest (foot turned slightly), stomach, & groin. It was everything I could do not to shout out, but having seen the anger in these two I thought better of it. My roommate Joe took what REALLY seemed like forever, though; as it turns out (from what he told them), he had been “indisposed” (going potty) when the doorbell first rang. Was I ever glad when they kicked their way back down the porch and over to the next house!
Now I REALLY wanted to get up, but absolutely could not…the next group was coming up the stairs. Definitely a mix of guys and girls, and definitely a bunch of them. They piled onto the porch, which, though there was four grown “bodies” laid out across the floor, still barely had room for all of them! All I know is that someone dressed as a French maid was the one to stand on my head, and I can only hope that the guys out of sympathy for the bodies stayed off of the groin. This must be what it felt like to be at the bottom of a youth mosh-pit, I imagine, as I was a WRECK by the end of it!! I was just glad that French-Maid was the one person to stay where she was the whole time…having that many people on and off of my head as carelessly as they were on and off of the rest of me would likely have put me FAR beyond my limit!!
As they left, I heard a crack of lightning. As I took a few seconds to stretch/shift/rearrange myself slightly, I heard the pattering of rainfall. Crap…that might just be the end of my night, I thought. I can’t say it wasn’t eventful, but those Alpha Gamma Omega girls never showed, nor had any one from Gamma Sigma Sigma! I was about to get up, lick my wounds, and enjoy the memories of the night, when I heard the sound of running up the path and eventually up to the porch. Joe’s sister, now soaked & somewhat stressed, hopped onto my face & neck, rang the doorbell, & stood there shivering. After a minute’s talk with Joe about the rain wrecking her plans, she asked if she could come in for a hot drink & to call a friend for a ride. “Sure,” said Joe, and she firmly wiped the mud from her sandals onto my groin before entering. She always was nice about not tracking dirt in the house; I’d have to compliment her on it the next time I saw her!
This pretty much confirmed for me that my night here was done…the rain was pouring now, and no one was to be seen but her. Only the really desperate for candy would be out at this point. Then again, it was early in the night…
…what I hadn’t factored in to my thoughts was that it was indeed so early into the night that the girls on the way from the AGO house and the Gamma Sig house would just now be heading to the frat party down the road! And our house is right between!! Before I realized what had happened, the group of 20 COMPLETELY hot AGO girls ran & literally jumped onto the porch! They had to squish in a bit to make room for them all, but through the course of their conversation I realized that they needed a big porch to wait on for a few minutes…surely this was the hardest part of the storm, and if they waited it out for even just a couple of minutes, it was bound to let up a little! So wait they did. And while waiting, they moved around, complementing each other on their costumes, fixing each other’s soaked hair, and grinding the mud off of their sandals/boots/shoes/slippers onto whichever body happened to be underneath them. I was simultaneously in heaven and in great fear for my life, as I was by now of course in great pain. Picture that “human carpet” multi-trample guy in the videos where he finds volunteers to stand all over him, and then take away the knowledge that he’s there, that he’s anything but a stuffed, fake, toy body, and that’s what it was like. Unless you’ve had it happen, there’s really no way to further explain it…the sensations of extreme joy and fear, pleasure and intense pain…it’s probably MUCH better now in retrospect as I remember it than it was at the time.
They stayed there longer than they had expected, and after what seemed like forever (and I honestly have no idea how long it really was), they decided it had lightened up enough to make their way down the road, and they bounced up & down with anticipation as to the party to come as they made their way down the porch.
Well, sad to say, this was the end of my evening….I knew I couldn’t take anymore after that wonderful experience. I sat up and re-arranged the dummies on the porch so that there was definitely still one right under the door (for when my roommate’s sister was to leave – don’t want it to look too suspicious!)
I left my mask on (to hide what my face would look like just in case), and went inside. In retrospect, I could have left it on, and even if my face looked a lot worse than it did, on this night it would just be attributed to a wonderful bloody costume/makeup job! I could have talked to his sister, looking at her reaction to my face, completely unaware that she helped contribute to the "makeup job." Ah well...hindsight is always clearer than being in the moment. I basically just greeted Joe & Sis, headed upstairs to check on how I was doing under the now muddy mask and clothes, and took a nice, LONG sleep, with many wonderful dreams. :) It worked better than I had imagined, & can't wait to try again sometime!! Happy Halloween to me!!!!
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