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Love in the Garden
by Storyteller (storyteller@pacificwest.com)

***

My ideal -- let me know if you concur. If you are 
looking for sex, try another story; If you are looking 
for erotic love, read on and enjoy. Love is not just 
for the young. (MF, rom)

***

I love this time of year, spring, the season of 
rebirth. I am eager to get my hands back into the soil 
and watch everything come alive all around me. My 
garden is my joy, my escape and my tranquility. It is 
always the answer; whether I am stressed, need to seek 
solutions, need to ground myself or just yearn for 
beauty to appreciate. Relationships have always been 
challenging for me, but I've always had my garden, and 
it will never let me down.

This year, I'm going to use a different technique to 
propagate some bushes, as I haven't had much luck with 
this variety by rooting cuttings. I decided to air 
layer some branches, so I can root them without having 
to take cuttings. To do so, I need to go to the nursery 
and get some sphagnum moss. I like to be as self-
sufficient as possible, but though I produce my own 
electricity and pump my own water, I'll never have a 
source on my property for sphagnum moss. I might as 
well get it done now, though it is beautiful outdoors, 
and I'd love to savor that beauty.

At the nursery I find the moss quickly, and look 
forward to returning home. While waiting in line to 
check out, I glance at the community bulletin board. It 
is a nice service of this nursery to allow people to 
post notices of garden meetings, plants to share and 
help wanted. I notice a 3 X 5 card that draws my 
attention:

5th grade teacher seeking qualified person to 
demonstrate propagation techniques during upcoming 
botany unit. Please contact Jayne Nelson at Oak Grove 
Elementary School. 555-555-2145

If there is one thing I love, it's sharing knowledge 
with individuals eager to learn. I remove the card and 
place it in my pocket. Since it is Saturday, and I'm 
sure that a 5th grade teacher wouldn't be at school, I 
decide to go home and work on my air layering.

On Monday, I call and ask to leave a message. On her 
voice mail, I leave, "Hi Ms Nelson. My name is Jim 
Hayworth. I noticed your request at the local nursery 
and would love to help out. I have had many years of 
propagation experience and love to share with people 
who want to learn. I am available any Monday, Wednesday 
or Friday mornings. You can reach me at 555-555-4908. I 
look forward to meeting your class."

At noon, I get a response to my call. "Hello, Mr. 
Hayworth?"

"Just call me Jim."

"I was so happy to hear from you, Mr., I mean Jim. I 
posted that notice several weeks ago and was afraid 
that no one was going to respond. I need to start the 
botany unit next week. I've never done any significant 
propagating, and didn't want my students to miss out on 
the experience."

"How would it be if I stopped by during your lunch 
break on Wednesday, so you can show me your lesson plan 
and facilities? That way, I'll know what I'll need to 
bring and what you already have."

"I'd love to meet you then. We take our lunch break at 
11:45am. Just check in at the administration office 
first, and they will direct you to my room, #B-12. I'll 
clear your arrival with the principal. Thank you for 
being so generous."

"No problem, it sounds like fun. I'll see you then."

I'm a bit of a stickler for punctuality, so I was 
waiting at the classroom door when the children started 
to file out. After the students left, I walked into the 
classroom. I noticed that there were a few stragglers, 
and the teacher was helping one student with a math 
problem. I stood there waiting, and a little girl 
slowly walked by, looking up at me as if amazed to see 
another adult in the classroom. I smiled at her and 
said "Hi." She shyly looked away and scurried out of 
the classroom. After the last student departed, the 
teacher approached me.

"You must be Jim. I'm Jayne," she said as she offered 
me her hand."

I knew she was rushed for time, so we went right into 
her lesson plan. After describing what she wanted to 
do, she offered to show me the remnants of the school 
garden. Unfortunately, due to budget cutbacks, the 
garden was no longer being maintained. We walked over 
to the garden, which was just around the corner from 
her classroom. There were four raised bed gardens, 
inundated with weeds, and 3 fruit trees: an apple, a 
peach and a plum. New leaves and blossoms were already 
coming out on the trees.

"This is a nice setup. How have the budget cutbacks 
affected your garden?"

"We no longer have any money for plants and seeds, and 
the gardener's hours have been cut, so he can no longer 
care for the area."

"Let's say that I provide seeds and plants from my 
garden. Would you be able to provide some students to 
care for the plants?"

"This is more than I ever imagined. You are very 
generous. I'm sure that my students would jump at the 
opportunity to be part of this garden's rebirth. Thank 
you very much. I'd love to spend more time with you, 
but our lunch periods are very short, and I've got to 
get back to my students. Would you be able to start 
this Monday at 9am?"

"That would be perfect. I'll scrape together a few odds 
and ends and look forward to helping out. If you can 
get some students to clear the weeds out of one of 
these raised beds, it will save us some time on 
Monday."

"I'm sure that won't be a problem. I look forward to 
Monday."

"I'll see you then."

"Bye."

* * * *

After class, Susie, the shy girl, lingered after the 
other students had left. She came up to me and asked, 
"Miss Nelson, is that your boyfriend? He's very nice." 
Leaning in to my ear, she whispered, "and he's cute, 
too."

I must have blushed as I told her, "No, he is just a 
nice man who has volunteered to help us learn about 
plants for our botany unit starting on Monday."

"Well, at least he is coming back. I like him."

It's been a busy day, and I haven't had time to think, 
but Susie made me think, and I realized that I liked 
him, too…. And he is cute. I mentioned to Susie that he 
asked me to see if any of the students were willing to 
pull the weeds out of one of the raised beds, so we 
could get started with planting on Monday.

"Can I help? Please? Please?"

"Sure," I said. "Let's ask in class tomorrow and see if 
anyone wants to give you a hand."

The next day, I realized that I wouldn't have 
difficulty finding volunteers, as everyone raised their 
hand. With all those helpers, we were able to clear the 
weeds during lunch that day. Everyone kept talking 
about what they wanted to grow in the garden. I had 
them make a list and promised to pass it along to Mr. 
Hayworth.

As promised, I called Jim on Saturday morning and 
shared the list with him. He promised that he would 
bring what he had and get the rest in the near future. 
He was so easy to talk to. Time flew by. Finally, he 
told me that he had a meeting he had to go to, and I 
apologized for taking up so much of his morning (I just 
realized that we had been talking for 2 ˝ hours).

"Nothing to apologize for, I enjoyed every minute," he 
said. "I look forward to Monday morning, and more to 
come."

After hanging up, I realized that I felt very relaxed, 
and yet unusually invigorated. His words kept popping 
up in my mind, along with his very soothing voice. I 
then thought about how the conversation ended. "And 
more to come." Was my mind playing tricks? Was I 
reading into these words? After all, he has offered to 
continue working with my students. That must be what he 
means. But, what if? I start to fantasize. No, I can't 
go there. I know what that has led to in the past. I'll 
keep this very professional. After all, I wouldn't want 
to lose what looks to be a very good resource.

* * * *

Monday morning arrives. I show up at the classroom with 
several boxes of materials, supplies and tools. I am 
introduced to the class.

"Class, this is Mr. Hayworth. He will be helping us to 
learn about how to grow plants in ways you may have 
never even thought of."

"Just call me Jim. I'm just one of you. I love plants 
and just want to share my love of plants with you. 
Let's go out to your garden and get started."

After we arrived at the garden, I complimented the 
class on how well they removed the weeds and prepared 
the soil. I pointed out that we'd just get started 
today and will continue to plant throughout the year. I 
pointed out that different plants need to be planted at 
different times of the year; some because they need a 
particular growing season, and some because we want 
multiple crops of the same foods or ornamentals.

I took them over to the trees and asked them if anyone 
knew what types of trees they were. Everyone responded 
with quizzical looks on their faces. I identified the 
apple, peach and plum trees. Walking over to the apple 
tree, I asked, "Who would like to eat the pears we grow 
on this tree?"

The kids started laughing. "Pears don't grow on apple 
trees. That's silly."

"Then who would like to be silly with me and enjoy the 
pears we grow on this tree?" Most of the kids just 
laughed again, but Susie walked up and said, "I believe 
you Jim. I'll enjoy eating the pears we grow on that 
tree." The other kids stopped laughing. Maybe I was 
serious, they thought.

At that point, I looked in my box and pulled out a bag. 
In the bag was a stick. I showed the kids the stick and 
asked them what it was. "A stick," they all shouted. 
"Actually," I said, "This is called scion wood. It is a 
cutting from a Bosc pear. Today, I'm going to show you 
how to attach this cutting from a pear tree onto this 
apple tree. In time, we will actually be able to 
harvest pears from this apple tree."

A boy called out, "I like oranges. Can I grow oranges 
on this tree, also?"

"No," I said. "To graft different varieties onto one 
tree, they must all be in the same family, and though 
apples and pears are in the same family, oranges are in 
the citrus family. You can grow oranges and lemons and 
grapefruit on the same tree, though."

I showed them how to graft the scion onto the apple 
tree, explaining that the scion must be cut when it is 
dormant and kept refrigerated until the sap starts 
flowing in the tree and new growth is coming out. I 
showed them that this is the ideal time to graft onto 
their trees. When I finished the graft, I showed them 
how to stretch and wrap Parafilm over the new graft, to 
keep it from losing its moisture. I explained that 
Parafilm can be expensive, but I actually get mine for 
free. All I have to do is go to the local blood bank 
and donate some blood, as they use Parafilm. 

"Ewwww," shrieked the kids. I pointed out that we all 
need to do our part in sharing what we have to offer. I 
let them know that my donating blood could help save 
the life of one of their friends, if that friend was in 
need of blood. I wanted them to learn the value of 
sharing. I didn't want them to feel it was acceptable 
to hoard all of the crops for themselves. 

I asked them if they'd like to make a meal with our 
crops, that could be enjoyed by the other faculty and 
students in the school. They seemed to like that idea. 
"What else could we do with our extra crops?" I asked. 

One girl asked, "could we offer it to some of the 
families that may not be able to afford fresh 
vegetables and fruit?" 

"That sounds like a great idea," I responded.

"Let me show you one more thing before we run out of 
time today. Let's plant this tomato plant." I proceeded 
to cut all the branches off of the plant, leaving only 
the top few leaves on the plant. There were more 
shrieks and giggles from the kids. They thought this 
was strange. Why would I ruin a perfectly good tomato 
plant like that? I then dug a trench, laid the plant 
down on its side, bent the tip up out of the ground and 
then filled in the trench with soil. 

I pointed out that roots on tomatoes grow outward, not 
downward, and every spot where I removed a branch would 
now grow more roots, so there will be a greater root 
structure to support the tomato plant. I then took all 
the cuttings from the tomato plant, dipped them in 
rooting hormone and planted them in little pots, 
offering them to anyone who wanted to plant tomatoes at 
their home.

Our first day went great. The kids were enthusiastic, 
and I loved to watch their smiles, along with the smile 
on their teacher's face. As we finished up and the kids 
returned to class, Jayne told me that I was giving much 
more than she had expected and she wanted to repay me. 
I explained that I only did what I enjoyed doing, so 
that was payment enough. She said that she'd like to at 
least treat me to a dinner. I told her that I knew that 
teachers didn't get paid much, so I couldn't let her do 
that. She suggested a picnic on Saturday, so I 
accepted.

When I returned on Wednesday for the next installment, 
the kids were very happy to see me. They were amazed at 
how much they were learning and how much fun it was to 
learn. One boy asked me, "Do you do gardening as a 
job?" 

"No," I responded. "Everyone can enjoy gardening. It is 
just my hobby, and I love sharing my hobby with anyone 
who would enjoy it as I do."

"What do you do for a living?" the boy asked.

"I actually teach sociology at the state college," I 
responded.

As we walked back to the classroom, Jayne told me, "I 
feel a bit embarrassed, having introduced you as Mr. 
Hayworth. I assume that it is actually Dr. Hayworth."

"Well, yes, but I'm still just Jim."

* * * * 

Saturday came, and we met at the local nature center. 
Jayne made a delicious lunch, which tasted as good as 
it looked. We spent the day hiking the trails and 
talking. We talked about many subjects and felt very 
comfortable together.

As the sun started to set, Jayne said, "I don't want 
this day to end. I am having a wonderful time."

"I, too, can't remember the last time I've enjoyed such 
comfortable and beautiful company," I replied.

Jayne blushed. She looks so cute when she blushes.

I walked her to her car and thanked her for the 
wonderful meal and even more wonderful companionship.

* * * * 

We continue working in the school garden, and 
everything is coming in beautifully. I seem to sense 
Jayne looking at me more, and smile at me more. I find 
myself looking at her more, also, but, not wanting to 
ruin what we have with the students, I choose not to 
rock the boat and take any chances. Anyway, my luck in 
the area of relationships has never been much to write 
home about.

One day, Jayne said, "with all you've shown us here, 
I'd love to see your garden."

"It's not all that fancy. I mainly just experiment and 
see what the results might be."

"I'd love to help you work in your garden," she stated.

I hope that my mixed feelings aren't too obvious, but I 
finally agree to let her help me in my garden this 
Saturday.

* * * * 

The day in the garden proved to be much better than I 
had anticipated. I thought we would be silenced by 
awkwardness, yet communication flowed as we worked 
together. I know we were both still very cautious. We 
caught ourselves shooting furtive glances at each 
other. As the day progressed, I finally addressed the 
awkwardness.

"Jayne, I sense something here. Actually, I sense much 
here. I have truly enjoyed all we have shared together, 
but I feel a need to discover the hidden truth. If it 
gets between us, and we find ourselves pulling apart, I 
will truly be sad, but I feel that we are caught on a 
fence, unable to determine from which side to get off. 
I must allow the vulnerability that will help us to see 
the proper direction for us."

I reach out my hand to her. She removes her glove and 
returns the offer. Upon removing my glove, I take her 
hand and lead her to the shade of an old tree. We sit 
on the bed of leaves and lean against the tree. I hope 
she doesn't feel me shaking as I hold her hand. Her 
hand feels so soft and smooth. It is small and 
delicate, yet very strong, seeming to get lost in my 
larger hand. I take a deep breath, look into her eyes 
and start to talk.

"Jayne, I sense that both of us have been hurt in past 
relationships, so we are both very cautious. Healthy 
relationships are very beautiful, yet so hard to find. 
I see a blend of things within you and feel a blend of 
emotions within myself. I am just now beginning to be 
able to identify those specifics. The key to any 
healthy relationship, including friendship, is open, 
honest communication. I have never lied to you, but I 
have withheld those sensitive parts of my heart that 
have been previously hurt so deeply. I don't want to 
withhold anything anymore."

I look into her eyes to gauge her receptiveness. Her 
eyes seem to reveal a depth that wants to be exposed. 
Her lips are soft, barely parted, hinting at a smile 
that reveals her desire along with her fear. I feel her 
hand tenderly yet firmly grasp mine. I can see that she 
wants to speak. Softly, she says, "Jim," but all that 
follows is silence. I see a slight quiver in her lower 
lip as her head slowly nods up and down. I place my 
other hand on our hands, and she joins that hand with 
her other hand. The caution must go. I can tell we both 
want full investment.

"Jayne, let me share what has brought me to this place 
in my life. This past May, I turned 58. I've lived a 
full and enjoyable life, but have never truly connected 
with that special person I've wanted to share that life 
with. I was a late bloomer. Though I fantasized about 
girls, probably from the age of 12, I just studied and 
admired them from afar. I was too shy to reach out to 
any of them. Starting in my mid-teens, there were girls 
who showed me interest, though they were all on the 
pudgy side. 

"I find it interesting that during my entire life, only 
pudgy females have ever initiated contact with me, 
though my fantasies were all about the slender, toned 
ones. The slender ones may have responded respectfully 
to my subtle hints, but either couldn't read my signs 
or weren't interested, so there was no follow through. 
My first date was my high school senior prom, and that 
was just a study in awkwardness. I finally did start 
dating, yet seemed to find girls who had their own 
agenda, tolerating me while their immediate needs were 
being met, but distancing themselves when my use had 
run out."

"College was an eye-opener for me. I didn't realize how 
little I knew about myself. I had never questioned the 
path that had been laid out for me, and now realized 
how much more to life actually existed. I met a girl, 
at this time, who was very nice and comfortable to be 
with, but she knew who she was and where she was going 
in life, and I felt like a piece of clay, with no form 
or direction. Though I felt a great desire for her, I 
had to pull myself away from her, fearful that I would 
just give in to her life and never discover my true 
identity hidden within me."

"My first true love, with whom I actually pictured 
myself married, occurred during my military service. 
She couldn't deal with the physical distance, so ended 
up getting involved with another guy. This hit me very 
hard. I didn't understand what was happening. She was 
very guarded about sharing her feelings with me, and I 
felt lost in the unknown. This was the beginning of my 
discovery of the importance of communication."

I notice that Jayne is soaking in every word I share. I 
don't feel her flinch or withdraw. If anything, I feel 
her holding my hands more assuredly, yet very tenderly. 
I'm not sure if it is the interest of her eyes, the 
comfort of her lips or the reassuring touch of her 
hands, but something tells me she is invested and that 
I am safe in her presence. 

I told her of my personal challenge, after being hurt 
so deeply, to take the time to discover whom I am and 
what type of woman would be right for me. "I did a lot 
of exploration and discovery. By the time I felt ready 
to settle down, I was no longer meeting eligible women. 

"All the women I reached out to seemed to have their 
own agendas and were only focused on what was in it for 
them. Eventually, I gave up on my active search, as I 
didn't want to face more disappointment. I buried 
myself in my career, my volunteer work and my garden. 
Though I knew that there was a void in my life, I was 
content, till now."

"Jayne, having you this close to me and sharing all we 
have shared, I find myself wanting to take the chance 
and discover if my fantasy of an equal, quality partner 
is something that could become reality."

"Jim, thank you for sharing. I appreciate the trust you 
are giving me. I will do all in my power to be worthy 
of that trust. I find myself much in the same boat as 
you. I just turned 48 last March and haven't been in a 
relationship since my 30's. Let me level the playing 
field and share my life with you."

"I was also painfully shy, yet extremely curious, as I 
was growing up. School was my life, and I guess you 
could have viewed me as a nerd. I gravitated toward the 
sciences, due to my insatiable curiosity and wanting to 
understand how everything works and how I fit into this 
crazy world. I watched the girls around me getting 
attention, but I was just Plain Jayne, the one to go to 
when you didn't understand the homework. I'm not sure 
that anyone truly noticed me in high school, and I 
didn't even get invited to my senior prom."

"I did have a close relationship with my cousin Tammy, 
though, and we shared our deepest thoughts, feelings 
and fantasies with each other. Neither of us was 
popular, so we found each other to be a safe place to 
pretend and live out our lives vicariously. Not wanting 
to take the chance of losing any opportunity that might 
arise, we actually taught each other whatever we 
thought we might need to know, starting with kissing 
and even discovered our own sexuality with each other."

I watch Jim closely, as I share this information, not 
wanting to scare him off, yet knowing that total 
openness is necessary to get where I want to go. His 
body language, the look of his eyes and his hands on 
mine convince me that he understands and is OK with 
what he is hearing.

"I wanted to have a relationship, but I felt like an 
ugly duckling, a fish out of water. I put forth a good 
effort, but nothing lasted. Maybe one reason was that I 
always chose more outgoing guys, hoping that they could 
bring me out of my shell. I also insisted on being an 
equal partner, not wanting to be dependent on anyone, 
and I believe that some men are uncomfortable with 
women they can't control. I think they used me till 
something better came along. When I did see their new 
partners, the partners all seemed to fit closer to 
society's picture of an ideal woman, outgoing and 
busty. 

"In time, I gave up on the search and discovered that I 
was truly happy in my shell. I've discovered ways that 
I can function effectively in society and interact well 
with all types of people. I realized that I didn't need 
to change myself to feel happy and fulfilled, though I 
miss the intimacy of being with a partner. I have felt 
satisfied with my life, though I do still use my 
nightly self-pleasuring to keep me in touch with my 
femininity."

"All has been fine, till recently. Feelings have been 
awakened inside of me. I see things in more vivid 
colors and hear things in high fidelity. That part of 
me I buried, for self-preservation, is coming alive. I 
find myself to be excited and scared to death, all at 
the same time."


"I can truly relate to where you are at right now, 
Jayne. I feel the same as you do. I have listened to 
all you have shared since we met, and I haven't found 
any red flags that tell me to stop and run away. If 
there are any red flags, they are like yours, my 
insecurities hidden within me. I believe that both of 
us know that we have a lot of positives to bring to a 
healthy partnership. We've picked so many inappropriate 
partners that we question our own judgment."

"One major problem I have encountered is that I tend to 
be attracted to a particular look in a woman. 
Unfortunately, that look is not the one that society 
promotes, so I find it very rare to locate a woman who 
looks attractive to me and still has good self-esteem. 
Jayne, one reason that I can't seem to keep my eyes off 
of you is that you have the look that energizes me. 
Plastic girly girls turn me off. I like subtle, natural 
beauty. I look at you and feel femininity flow from 
you. Rather than hiding behind a mask of makeup, you 
let your features express your true identity. Your eyes 
show me so much depth and caring and true interest. I 
have enjoyed your fresh clean scent, which has no need 
to be hidden under overpowering perfume. I also like 
that you are comfortable getting dirty, too. 

"In fact, I love that little dirt smudge right there on 
your cheek. Your smile is soft and sensual and very 
inviting. I find myself drawn to your smooth skin, yet, 
not wanting to scare you off, I have held back my urges 
to touch you. I love your natural brown hair, with the 
subtle sun influenced highlights. It is a beautiful 
length, just touching your shoulders. That is short 
enough to make it easier to care for, yet long enough 
to add to your feminine mystique. 

"Since I enjoy subtleties, I've never liked anything 
that I find to be overwhelming. From your soothing 
voice to your small build to your tender touch, I can't 
find anything that doesn't draw me closer. I know that 
there is much more to explore and discover, yet, if the 
rest follows suit with what I've already experienced, 
you will have my total undivided attention. I even love 
the way you are blushing right now. Realize though, 
that I am not making anything up to sell you on 
something that isn't right for you. What I have shared 
is what I see to be true. It is my reality, and my 
enjoyment. I feel revitalized around you. I feel like a 
little kid again, eager to be playful and show you that 
you are special to me."

"OK Jim, that's enough for now. If you keep feeding me 
this information to swell my head, it will eventually 
explode, and I'd hate to mess up your beautiful garden. 
Let's go for a walk. I need to cool down a bit. Let me 
get back in the sun. I think it will do a good job of 
cooling me down. Here, help me up."

Whoa is he strong. A little lift, and I find myself 
flying into his arms. I feel his arms around my 
shoulders, and I wrap my arms around his waist, as I 
rest my head on his chest, listening to each beat of 
his heart. I'll never cool off this way. Twisting away, 
yet keeping one arm around his waist, I say, "show me 
around."

I can tell that Jim enjoys sharing his garden. He has 
many interesting plants and fruits. As we walk to a 
hidden spot in his garden, I see a pond with a 
waterfall that looks and sounds so relaxing. Upon 
looking closer, I notice a Jacuzzi tub almost covered 
by plants.

"Jim, remember that smudge on my cheek. I think it 
could use a little cleaning. Care to join me?"

"But, we aren't prepared with suits," he protests.

"Are you afraid that I might see you or that you might 
see me," I say with a smile. "I believe that the time 
for hiding anything has passed. Let's make our decision 
based on the facts."

I fight my tendency to shyly turn away and look 
straight into Jim's eyes. I need to know his true 
reaction to everything. My fingers reach to the buttons 
at the top of my blouse, and I slowly unbutton them, 
one at a time. I watch Jim do the same. My hands are 
shaking, but I make progress. As my finger brushes the 
exposed skin just above my bra, I feel a shiver rush 
through my body. I watch the brown curls on Jim's chest 
being exposed. I want to run my fingers through them, 
but I must be patient. 

Our shirts are undone. We slip them off and lay them to 
the side. I slowly turn around, showing him all angles. 
His eyes are glued to me. I see a bulge growing in his 
shorts, and I smile. My thumb pops the snap on my 
shorts, and the zipper is slowly drawn downward. I 
watch Jim do the same; though realize that he faces a 
greater challenge working around his obstacle, than I 
do. Our shorts slide to the ground, and we kick them on 
top of our shirts. Jim's briefs are having a hard time 
containing his ever-growing manhood, and I enjoy the 
sight.
 
Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra and slide it 
off of my arms, exposing my firm little breasts, topped 
by my very erect nipples. So far, he hasn't run away. 
Is it just the newness, or does he truly like what he 
sees? As I slip my thumbs under the elastic of my 
panties, I eagerly watch Jim replicate my actions, and 
we both find the small pieces of material sliding down 
our legs. I like seeing that Jim is circumcised and a 
very reasonable size. He definitely doesn't need 
Viagra.

"Let me give you a hand now," Jim offers. He gives me 
his right hand and slides his left hand to the small of 
my back, leading me closer to the tub. After removing 
the lid, he puts his hands on my waist and lifts me 
onto the side of the tub. He removes my shoes and socks 
very sensually, before hopping up and removing his. I 
rotate my body and bring my legs over the side and into 
the water. It feels wonderful. We sink down into the 
water, sitting opposite each other. Nothing is said, 
yet I feel his toes explore my feet. I enjoy the 
sensation.

"Jim, I was wondering something. I was happy to see 
your size, not too big and not too small. I've always 
felt that guys who are large rely on their stretching 
capabilities, but lack in technique and caring. It is 
as if they believe that their size is all they need to 
offer. Could it be the same with your liking small 
breasts?"

"Yes, very much so. I've found that small-breasted 
women seem to be more interested in how they use their 
breasts than large-breasted women, who either lay there 
as passive recipients or get lost in themselves, as if 
they are just using the man's body to masturbate on. 
Jayne, you are so beautiful. I loved watching you share 
your hidden treasures with me. When you took off your 
blouse, I noticed that your small breasts filled out 
your bra so nicely. 

"Rather than wearing a baggy or stuffed bra, trying to 
be something you aren't, you seemed to stretch the thin 
material, drawing attention to your subtle curves, 
topped off by those wonderful nipples that stand at 
attention and salute me. Another advantage was shown 
when you removed your bra, and I realized that at 48, 
you are still firm and stand high on your chest. I'm 
enjoying watching you breath right now. I could never 
tire of this sight. I also prefer the sexy styles that 
small-breasted women can wear to the styles that are 
better suited for large-breasted women."

"OK Jim, I like what I'm hearing, but I'm getting a bit 
embarrassed, so come over here and keep me company."

Sliding over, Jim moves up close to me, till our bodies 
touch. I look up into his eyes, and he puts his arm 
around me. We fit so well together. Jim massages my 
shoulder as we talk. I feel so comfortable and so close 
to him. It is as if we have known each other forever. 
It is amazing how a little thing like open, honest 
communication can lead to something as special as this.

I can't believe how the time has flown. The sun is 
starting to set, and it hits me that we don't have any 
towels. When I mention it, Jim reassures me that he has 
some towels in the cabinet under the tub. He climbs out 
of the tub and gets the towels. Holding one open, he 
invites me out of the tub. As I get out of the tub, he 
wraps a warm towel around me and holds me closely. I 
melt into his arms. 

"Jim, I can't imagine a place I'd rather be right now, 
but I want to take this slowly and savor each step of 
our exploration and discovery. I need to leave now, 
giving myself time to absorb all the nuances of this 
wonderful day. Never before have I felt so special nor 
felt so right in being with a man. Thank you for 
inviting me into your world and for making this day so 
memorable."

"Jayne, I was settled into a belief that my fantasy 
would just remain a fantasy, and now I realize that it 
truly will remain just a fantasy, for reality with you 
is well beyond any fantasy that I could have ever 
imagined. I am so happy that you placed that notice at 
the nursery. I look forward to sharing our lives with 
each other. I've never felt so happy, fulfilled and 
eager to join you, hand-in-hand on our journey through 
life."

Our minds lock in our erotic images as our clothing 
returns to our bodies. We know that this was just a 
taste of what is to come. Sliding his arm around my 
waist, Jim walks me to my car. At my car, I put my arms 
around Jim's waist, look up into his eyes and then 
tenderly place my lips on Jim's, lingering in the soft, 
firm warmth I feel. Pulling away, I get into my car. I 
take a deep breath, start my car and then drive to my 
home.

* * * * 

I feel like a giddy little girl. I know that my 
students are excited, awaiting Jim's arrival. If they 
only knew what was rushing through my mind. I spent 
Saturday night and all day on Sunday processing all the 
images, thoughts, sounds, scents and touches that are 
engraved into my mind. As everything was filed away in 
my mind, the depth of the experience truly hit me. I 
never imagined anything so perfect. I'm floating on a 
cloud.

Here he is. His smile goes to the students, and they 
eagerly rush around him. Looking around the room, his 
eyes connect with mine. He nods and winks. That 
connection was all I needed.

Seeing Jim work in the garden brings back so many 
special memories. I feel so proud; proud that this 
wonderful man wants to be with me, and proud that my 
man is so wonderful to these students. We're all lucky. 
It is so hard to not let my students see my feelings. 
Can I truly hide my feelings from them? For how long? 
As Jim finishes and prepares to leave, he slips an 
envelope into my hand. I slide it into my purse. My 
heart is pounding.

With the kids out to lunch, I sit at my desk and remove 
the envelope from my purse. I open it, take in a deep 
breath and start to read.

----

My Dearest Jayne,

Words fail me, as emotions flood through the essence of 
my being. Your intoxicating image is carved deep into 
my soul, and nothing will ever alter that image. I only 
hope that I am strong enough to work with your students 
today and not rush over and embrace you. My lips are 
still tingling from that last touch you shared before 
you left. I feel that there is nothing I couldn't feel 
safe sharing with you. I have never felt so free in all 
my life. 

Life's stressors melt away with each smile you share. I 
melt away with each touch you share. My words seem so 
cheap and meaningless in comparison to what I feel for 
you inside. Thank you for opening the door. Thank you 
for stepping in. Thank you for sharing. Thank you for 
being you. You are better than a dream come true. I 
look forward to developing a very special life with 
you.

Yours, always and forever,

Jim

----

Lost in the moment, I vaguely become aware of a tiny 
hand handing me a tissue. "I can tell that those tears 
are tears of joy," she softly spoke. "You are the best 
teacher ever, and you deserve to be this happy." I open 
my arms and draw this little girl close. Into my ear, 
she whispers, "I love you Miss Nelson." "I love you 
too, Susie."

* * * *

That night, Jim and I talked on the telephone for 
hours. We never seem to run out of things to share. He 
told me of his desire for me, and I had to admit that I 
desire him just as much. Being the caring, responsible 
man he is, he tells me that he would never take any 
chances with my well being, so he called the VA to set 
up an appointment to get a full STD panel done on him. 

It has been a long time since he's been with anyone, 
and he has been tested since then, but he wants a 
recent test to reassure me. He also told me that he had 
a vasectomy, so pregnancy wouldn't be a concern. He is 
so sweet to be so caring. I tell him that I will also 
get tested. We talk about getting together this 
weekend, and he suggests that we harvest some crops 
from his garden on Saturday and then prepare a nice 
meal with the harvest. That sounds great to me.

* * * * 

Saturday, I enjoy preparing for our day. I know Jim 
enjoys me natural, so I just add subtle highlights. I 
decide to wear a short silk skirt that flows so nicely 
when I move. On top, I wear a lightweight cotton button 
down blouse. I enjoy knowing that he loves looking at 
me. I feel so sexy around him. When I get to his home, 
we enjoy the sun, the garden and playing in the 
kitchen. Dinner turns out delicious. We enjoy the taste 
and our playfulness. It is fun feeding each other with 
our fingers. We talk about our future and express 
strong desire to share that future with each other. Jim 
is so sensual with his voice and his touches that I 
feel all tingly inside. 

After we eat, I sit down on his lap, put my arms around 
him and kiss him deeply. I find it so hard to be close 
to him and not touch him. This is a major challenge at 
school. While sitting on his lap, I become aware of his 
obvious arousal. I move around a bit to enjoy the 
sensation, though my movements just seem to cause him 
to grow larger. I love knowing his desire and feeling 
his desire. Never before have I ever felt more like a 
woman or more desired as a woman. Leaning toward his 
ear, I whisper.

"Jim, this is so unfair."

"What is so unfair?" he responds.

"I get to enjoy your obvious arousal and desire, yet 
you have to just guess what is going on inside of me."

"What you say and what you do convince me that our 
desires are the same," said Jim. "I can patiently wait 
for the rest, because I know how wonderful it will be 
and know that it will come -- in more ways than one," 
he adds with a smile.

I take his hand in mine, look deep into his eyes and 
say, "No, that isn't enough." I raise his fingers to my 
lips, gently kissing each one. Continuing to look into 
his eyes, I lower his hand till it is resting on my 
knee. With a very light touch, I guide his hand, 
circling over my knee three times. Slightly parting my 
legs, I begin to guide him up the soft warm skin 
between my thighs and beneath my skirt. My legs parted 
just enough to allow his hand entry, I remove my hand 
when his fingers reach my soaked panties. "I want you 
to know that it is real, not just words," I softly say.

Our eyes remain locked on each other as he explores me 
through my panties. My lips are hot and puffy. I feel 
him lightly explore, as a blind man using Braille. I am 
so sleek and lubricated, that I picture a kid on a sled 
flowing up and down, in slow motion, over each new 
curve that presents itself to him. He seems to want to 
study me, yet holds back any invasions of any kind. 

He is so patient. I sense that he wants to learn all he 
can before he takes any action. I like that about him, 
for when he does take action, it is generally very well 
thought out and perfectly beautiful in its application. 
I have nothing to hide from him and want him to know 
everything about me.

Jim whispers to me, with a smile, "Now I know that I am 
not the only totally horny person sitting here." He 
raises his hand up to his nose, breathes in deeply and 
says; "Now that is what I call a special dessert. What 
a luscious fragrance." He places a tender lingering 
kiss on my lips before lifting me up and taking my 
hand. Guiding me to his bedroom, he lifts me up, as if 
I'm light as a feather, and gently lays me down on his 
bed. 

Joining me there, he holds me closely and begins to 
make love. I am lost in the sensations. I feel aroused 
and relaxed at the same time. I am being soothed and 
comforted while shown the deepest love and desire. Time 
ceases, and we are lost in each other. Eventually, his 
touches become more soothing and comforting, and I 
finally fall asleep.

I awake to the sounds of birds chirping and the hint of 
light coming through my closed eyelids. I become aware 
of a light blanket lying over me and feel the warmth of 
another body next to mine. I finally realize where I am 
and who is next to me. A smile comes to my face as my 
eyes flutter open and I see Jim laying next to me, 
watching me sleep and then awaken. 

I can't believe that it is morning already. Jim knew 
that I have a teaching seminar to attend today, so was 
watching over me to make sure that I don't oversleep. 
I'll bet he had other reasons to watch me, too. I wish 
I could have had the opportunity to watch him. I smile 
as I realize that I know it will come.

I don't have a lot of time, as I need to go home and 
change for my seminar, but Jim prepares a light but 
delicious breakfast. We can't seem to take our eyes off 
of each other. After we finish, Jim walks me out to my 
car.

"Jim, never have I even imagined that people could make 
love so deliciously while fully clothed. You are 
opening my eyes to so many new things, feelings, and 
experiences. I feel so at peace with you, and, at the 
same time, so lost in total desire. Even if things 
never improve between us, what we already have is 
greater than just about any other person has ever 
experienced. I feel so grateful to have someone as 
special as you, who feels that I am special to him. 
Thank you for everything." With that, we kiss, I get in 
my car and depart.

* * * * 

That week, I went to see my doctor and had my STD panel 
run. Unfortunately, the VA keeps postponing Jim's 
appointment. We are both frustrated and disappointed, 
yet Jim's patience allows him to turn any frustration 
into a positive experience. He keeps focusing on how 
much better it will be, as we have the time to let our 
emotions grow.

* * * * 

Several weeks later, I retrieve my mail from my school 
mailbox before I start teaching. I bring the stack of 
papers and envelopes to my classroom and sit down at my 
desk. As I am going through the stack, the familiar 
handwriting on a particular envelope stands out to me. 
Quickly, I rip it open. In it is Jim's lab report. 
Along with it is a confirmation letter. I didn't 
recognize the letterhead, but started reading the 
letter.

"This is to confirm your reservations for two for this 
weekend at our lovely and secluded "Nature's Garden Bed 
and Breakfast. We look forward to your arrival and wish 
you a pleasant and enjoyable stay……."

There was more, but my eyes shot down to a handwritten 
note on the bottom. "Care to join me?" I can feel my 
heart pounding out of my body. My smile is ear to ear. 
I jump up to the blackboard and write in very large 
block letters, "YES."

I felt very light on my feet as my students entered the 
classroom. Everyone was buzzing with the same question, 
"What does YES mean?" When everyone was seated, I 
calmly stated that it appears that there is a question 
running around the classroom.

"'Yes' is our word for today. I want you all to know 
and to believe that when you trust and believe in 
yourself, you will conquer your biggest fears, 
accomplish your greatest goals and experience your 
ultimate happiness. 'Yes I can' is all you need to say 
to yourself. Yes, believe in yourself. Yes, trust 
yourself. Yes, be true to yourself. And Yes, love 
yourself."

Just then, Jim walked into the classroom. Totally 
unplanned and unexpected, my students all looked over 
at him and, in unison, yelled, "Yes!" I think I turned 
red, but I didn't care. I think that Jim got the 
message.

* * * * 

The drive to the Bed and Breakfast is beautiful. I sit 
next to Jim, enjoying the beautiful scenery, though I'm 
also enjoying the fact that we can't seem to keep our 
hands off of each other. I am careful, as I don't want 
to distract him while driving the windy road through 
the forest, but I am sure that he is aware of my 
presence.

We finally arrive, and the destination is perfect. It 
is the most beautiful and secluded little hideaway. We 
are greeted by the innkeepers. They guide us to our 
lovely room. It is filled with subtle sensual delights. 
The male innkeeper tells Jim that, as requested, he had 
made reservations for dinner at the special restaurant 
up the road. We had just enough time to settle in and 
freshen up before it was time to leave for dinner. When 
we arrived at the restaurant, we were led to a private 
room. It was filled with plants, and a waterfall stood 
in the corner. Off in another corner, a man was softly 
playing the most delicate music on his acoustic guitar. 
The meal was delicious and the attention superb. We 
took our time to savor every moment, every morsel and 
every loving glance we shared with each other. Though 
we hated to see it end, we knew what special dessert 
lies ahead. 

We have returned to our private room at the inn. 

"Jim, let me take my shower first, and then you can 
shower while I dry my hair."

"Just don't use up all the hot water," he laughs. 
"Well, come to think of it, maybe a cold shower 
wouldn't hurt me at this moment. We don't want to be 
arrested on arson charges after we've spontaneously 
ignited as a result of this heat I feel within."

Jayne gives me a funny little look before she shuts the 
bathroom door and starts the water running in the 
shower. I listen to the sound of the shower and picture 
my beautiful Jayne standing there with the water 
tickling every part of her body. How I'd love to be one 
of those drops. Though we hear stories of women taking 
forever to get ready, I am surprised at the reasonable 
amount of time passing before Jayne emerges from the 
bathroom. Her hair is wrapped in a towel and she is 
wearing a thick terrycloth robe. She still looks 
beautiful to me.

In the shower I go. I keep thinking that Jayne was just 
in here, totally nude, totally exposed. I can almost 
feel her in here with me. I savor the sensation. After 
I shower, I shave; making sure that there will be no 
chance of beard burn tonight. Exiting the bathroom, I 
return the space to Jayne. I now sit on the bed and 
wait… and wait… and wait. I'm sure that not much time 
has passed, but it seems like forever.

Finally, the door opens and Jayne slowly emerges. Wow, 
I was expecting my beautiful Jayne, but an angel is 
standing before me. Standing there with a shy look on 
her face, Jayne is wearing a loose fitting white 
negligee that couldn't extend more than 1" below her 
crotch, and I can almost see right through it. The shy 
little girl slowly approaches me. As she walks past the 
lamp, I see a flash of light glistening off of the 
moist streak that runs down the inner thigh of her long 
slender leg, betraying her true desire.

I stand up and walk to her. She shyly looks down and to 
the side, with her hands lying over her pubic area. 
Standing in front of her, I lift her chin with my hand 
and look deep into her eyes.

"Jayne, your angelic beauty intoxicates me. Tonight we 
consummate the love that burns deep within both of us. 
You are my light. You are my love. You are my life. I 
have never felt more alive and fulfilled than when I am 
with you. I love our compatibility. I love our 
playfulness. And I am enthralled by your beautiful, 
expressive face and your gorgeous body that you present 
so erotically at this moment. I am so grateful to know 
that you feel just as I feel. We build on each other's 
emotions, deepening our bond with each sharing. Jayne, 
I love you totally, from the deepest essence of my 
being."

Though your smile tells me all I need to know, the 
tears running down your cheeks show me the depth of 
your emotion. Words are failing us. They are no longer 
needed. I kiss your forehead. I kiss your eyes. I kiss 
your tears. I kiss your lips. Taking you by the hand, I 
pull back the sheets and invite you to our bed.

* * * * 

Fast Forward 52 years

Jayne is seated in a stuffed chair, looking blankly out 
into nothingness. The staff have all wished her a happy 
100th birthday, but she doesn't seem to be getting into 
the celebratory mood. A young woman enters the room 
with her hand on the back of a young girl. The girl is 
very carefully carrying a beautiful potted plant. They 
walk right up to Jayne.

"Happy birthday Miss Nelson," the young woman says.

"Miss Nelson… I haven't heard anyone call me Miss 
Nelson in ages. Do I know you?"

"Actually, we have never met, but I feel like I've 
known you all my life. My name is Jayne."

"How do you like that! My name is Jayne, too."

"I know. I was named after you. You knew my mother as 
Susie Shepherd."

"Susie… little Susie… I remember her. She was an angel. 
How is little Susie?"

"I'm sorry to be the one to bring you the sad news, but 
my mother died 3 years ago, just before I gave birth to 
my daughter. A drunk driver hit her car." 

"I am so sorry to hear that. You must miss her."

"I miss her dearly, yet I am so happy for all the 
wonderful years we did share together. As far back as I 
can remember, she used to tell me about you and how you 
made such a positive impact on her life. She told me 
that you taught her to believe in herself, and with 
that belief, anything was possible. She saw great 
happiness in you and longed to experience that same 
happiness. She did, with my father and me. She taught 
me that the value of a person is totally determined by 
how deeply they impact others, for in those people will 
we live forever. You impacted my mother. My mother 
impacted me. 

"I hope to be able to impact my daughter. So your 
caring, kind and wise essence passed to my mother, who 
passed it to me and now my little angel will receive 
the beauty that came from you. My mother always 
treasured this picture that was taken by my grandmother 
on the day she graduated from your class, before 
entering middle school. This picture rightly belongs to 
you now."

"Could you help me with my glasses, please?…. Oh, yes, 
I remember this. There is little Susie, standing 
between my Jim and me, in our class garden. He sure was 
handsome, wasn't he?"

"Yes, though you were quite the looker, also?"

"Yes, you are right. I never realized it till my Jim 
entered my life. He was the most amazing lover. I never 
felt so loved, in all my life. He passed away in his 
sleep on his 100th birthday. I miss him so much."

"I'm sorry he is no longer in your life. I can imagine 
how much he meant to you. Do you see that plant that my 
mom in holding in the picture?"

"Why yes, I remember that. It came from a cutting of 
one of the plants in our garden."

"That plant was very special to my mom. It represented 
her link to you, and to Jim. Everyone who was special 
in my mom's life received a plant grown from a cutting 
of that original plant. Jaymie and I wanted to continue 
that tradition, and also bring the plant back full 
circle, by giving you an offspring of that original 
plant."

Placing the plant on the table next to Jayne, Jaymie 
said, "Happy birthday, Miss Nelson."

"Thank you Jaymie. What a pretty plant. What a pretty 
little girl. What a pretty name."

"I was named after Jim. He was a very special person."

"That's right, Jaymie, he was a very special person, 
and always remember that you are a very special person, 
too."


An attendant approaches and says, "I'm sorry, but it is 
time for Jayne's lunch."

"That's all right. We have errands to run, but wanted 
to stop by on your special day. Miss Nelson, thank you 
for all the joy you have brought to my life. The seeds 
you planted will live forever. You will always hold a 
special place in my heart."

"Thank you for stopping by, and for the picture and the 
plant. You have brought back such wonderful memories."

Jayne takes Jaymie's hand and they start to walk out of 
the room. As they get to the door, Jaymie looks back 
and says, "Bye Bye. Happy Birthday."

The attendant helps Jayne to her feet and sees the 
broad smile on her face. "It's good to see the birthday 
girl so happy," she says.

"Yes, it is," Jayne said, with strength and confidence 
in her voice.

* * * * 

After lunch, Jayne asked to be taken to the garden. The 
remainder of the day, she sat out there with a big 
smile on her face.

* * * * 

The next morning, as the attendant came in to help 
Jayne up, she discovered that Jayne has passed away in 
her sleep, a smile frozen on her face and still 
clutching to her heart the picture she was just given.

* * * * 

Later, as the attendants cleaned her room, one looked 
on her nightstand and said, "What a lovely plant. It 
would make a perfect addition to our garden."

END

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world 
contract HIV every year. You only have one body per 
lifetime, so take good care of it!
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