From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The Forest (MF, romance)
Date: 4 Apr 1996 02:50:07 GMT

			     The Forest
				  by
			      Dave Read

	I wondered again, as I had every ten minutes for the last two
hours, why you had led me on this walk. The forest trail was
beautiful, certainly, but you hadn't explained any further... "Let's
go for a walk," was all you said.

	I was a little surprised because you hadn't spoken much to me
since you started dating Tim, and you hadn't shown any interest in
spending time with me in a year or more. That was a very confusing
year... when your best friend for the last twelve years stops
visiting, you have to wonder what you did to drive them away. You
never would speak to me about it, though.

	The forest was dark and quiet, crowded with thick trees that
shaded the forest floor. Spears of sunlight shone through here &
there. I could almost FEEL the green of the forest... the slow growth
that had been growing for centuries. The musty scent of moss permeated
the air, competing with the clean healthy smell of the natural
surroundings. The trail wound around a grove of trees, and the
subliminal little gurglings that had pestered the edge of my hearing
became a little louder, and I finally realized that the sound I had
unconsciously been trying to place was rush of a shallow stream over
half-submerged rocks. I still couldn't see it, but I knew that stream
had something to do with our trek.

	As the path led over a small hill, the sound became abruptly
louder, and I saw the stream, a lovely little brook that wandered this
way and that, as aimless as that silent walk we had been sharing. You
turned to me, your chest-length blonde hair shining radiantly from the
small patches of afternoon sunlight that poked through the leaves
above, and said "Not much further. Maybe only ten minutes." Those were
the first words you had said to me in almost an hour, but what was so
wonderful was merely the sound of your voice, not the content of your
words.

	I began to drift backwards in time again, thinking of all the
years we had spent together, since that first summer when your family
moved in three houses down from ours, since that lazy summer when we
were seven years old.

	I had never known any friend who understood me so completely,
who comprehended the feelings and emotions I endured while we grew up
together. When I broke up with a girlfriend, you were always there to
hold me as I sobbed, and I was there to do the same for you when you
lost your boyfriends. I always wondered why we never dated, but
somehow I think we both knew that if WE were to break up, there would
be no-one there to console us, which would be far worse than the
transitory pain of losing yet another lover.

	The trail followed the brook pretty closely, venturing no more
than a few feet away at any time... we were forced to go single-file
because it was so thin. I didn't mind when you took the lead... we
never did compete at anything, I reminisced. I also didn't mind the
view... you were always one of the prettiest girls in school, although
I was convinced that none of your boyfriends appreciated you properly.
They only saw the clean, well-defined features of your face, the
slender but enticing lips and your lovely pale blue eyes. They saw
your fair skin and your feminine arms and hands (always with perfectly
trimmed, long nails, unpainted except for special occasions) and your
slim waist as objects of their desire, to be coveted for personal
satisfaction. They never knew you as I did, the shy romantic girl who
was secretly very saddened to have such an attractive body that these
`men' never slowed down long enough to love you with their minds and
hearts instead of their loins. I can remember the pain you suffered as
each of them turned out to want exactly what all the others wanted,
and no more.

	As you walked in front of me, I had to admire your courage,
wearing that lovely light cotton sundress on this walk... the forest
towered over us like some threatening but slumbering demon, and the
ground below us was uneven and dirty. You always used to be practical
about these sorts of things!

	I guess I didn't mind all that much, though, because it showed
off your figure like no hiking shorts ever could... even though your
legs were hidden beneath the flowing cotton.

	You turned your head slightly to face me as we walked, and
said "It's just ahead. Another few yards... around that hill off to
the right." As we neared the hill, the path led away from the stream,
which made me a little wistful... its constant muttering was very
consoling in the absence of any conversation from you. I watched the
stream recede into the distance, and before I knew it, you were
slowing down, turning to me silently, and pointing. I followed your
arm to see a quiet little pond, maybe 30 or 40 feet across, fed at one
end by a three-foot waterfall, and draining at another into the stream
we had been following for the last ten minutes.

	A narrow beach surrounded the grotto, shaded everywhere by the
same dense trees that had sheltered our walk all the way. Little
glints of sunlight gave enough light to see your face. Something was
wrong, but I didn't know what it was.

	I walked closer to you, to hold you so you could tell me what
was troubling you, as I had done so many times before, but as I got
within arms' reach of you, you held up your right hand, placing it
gently on my left shoulder, lightly tracing my bones and muscles. Then
you slid it around my neck, and pulled me closer, and I found your
other arm around me, and before I knew it, I was looking down into
your eyes, as you turned your face up to mine... my heart was pounding
so loud that the rustling of the trees was drowned. Our lips seemed
drawn to each other's without any will from us, and as they met, I
knew what it was I had been missing for so long.

	Suddenly panic washed over me, and I pulled away from you,
shamed that you could see the terror in my eyes, but I could not stop
looking at you. You looked so hurt, as if you had gambled everything
and lost. I stood rooted to my spot, unable to move closer or farther.
You took a step to bridge the gap between us, and I still couldn't
move as you reached out and took my right hand in yours. You pulled it
up to your neck, and ran the back of my hand over the skin left
exposed above the top of your dress, and then I felt an electric
thrill run through me as you turned my hand over and ran it between
your breasts, and then over one, pausing for a moment as the edge of
my index finger dragged across your nipple. It was hard, and I saw you
shudder gently when it sprang free from my finger.

	I had lost control of my body... my hands were slaves to
yours, and I watched with silent detachment as you pulled my hand up
to the strap on your right shoulder, and slipped my finger under it,
pulling upward and to the side so that the strap fell, limp against
your arm. The bare skin exposed on your shoulder screamed to me that
there was nothing beneath the top of your dress, and my eyes were
drawn to the shape of your full breasts as I realized that the mounds
there were covered by nothing but light cotton.

	You repeated this on the left side, and I trembled with
expectation, but your dress clung to you, glued to your skin by the
many beads of perspiration that dotted your body. You reached out with
your other hand and put both of my hands on your waist, and pushed in
slightly, and downward, sliding your dress to the ground.

	As my hands passed over the curve of your hips, I felt only
smooth skin, and I realized that there was NOTHING under your dress.
My hands shook as if gripped in an earthquake as the last of your
dress slithered away, revealing all of your body to my hungry eyes. It
was everything I had imagined. The creamy white smoothness of your
face covered you from head to toe, except for the two strawberry-red
circles atop your breasts, and the tuft of light blond hair at the
intersection of your legs.

	You stood there, unmoving, only a foot away from me, as I
reached out, finally able to move, and I touched your nipples again. I
saw you tremble a bit, as you reached up and pulled my right hand off
of your breast, and pulled the left one to you a bit harder. I let you
guide my right hand downward, still caressing your breast with my
left. I felt the softness of your hair run past my right hand as you
pushed my hand between your legs, and finally I took over, sliding my
finger gently along the edges of your lips, feeling the wetness and
the heat pouring from you.

	My desire grew and grew until I thought I would burst, but I
contained it. I still could not believe we were doing this.

	Finally you turned away from me slowly, taking my hand from
you gently, and you pulled me towards a larger patch of the beach, and
downward to the soft mossy ground that awaited us. You lay down
wordlessly, pulling me along. I lay down next to you, hovering over
your body, not knowing where to start. I ran my hands over you from
shoulder to thigh while you shivered beneath my touch, and my hand
found its way to your womanhood again, and this time a finger slipped
in, causing you to let out a short, low gasp. I leaned my face down to
yours, and kissed you again.

	As my tongue slipped gently into your mouth, I tasted the
sweetness that was your breath, and felt the soft candy that was your
tongue. I gently slipped my finger out of you, but not all the way,
and slipped it back in, and you surged under me, almost making our
kiss break apart.

	As our lips lingered against each other, I pulled mine away
from yours, and leaned farther down to kiss your breasts. I ran my
tongue firmly around your nipple, and pressed my lips against down
firmly, sucking gently and nibbling lightly, flicking my tongue over
your nipple. I timed the efforts with my mouth so that they coincided
with plunges of my finger, and soon I felt your hands grasping the
back of my head, pulling me against you. I felt your body tense more
and more with each stroke, until your back arched and you clutched me
tightly to your chest, with a rush of air inward and a long, trembling
hug.

	When you finally relaxed your grip on me, I propped myself up
on my elbow, looking into your eyes and smiling. You looked at me with
the love and desire I had always wanted to see in my lovers, but had
always missed. "I want you," was what I heard, unbelieving. "This has
always been a dream of mine," you said to me. "Make it come true."

	I stood up slowly, and began to undress myself before you. I
wanted to rip my clothes off, but the feeling of happiness and the
elegance of what you had arranged made me do it slowly. Finally I was
naked before you, and still not believing what was happening. I lay
down again beside you, wanting to prolong the moment, but as soon as I
was settled, you reached down, taking me into your hands, pulling me
towards our union. I leaned over you, settling my weight onto my
hands, as you positioned my loins to enter you. My arms shook so much
that I almost fell.

	As I felt the my tip brush against the warmth and wetness, you
stopped me. "Be gentle," you said. "I've never done this before."

	I was shocked. "All those boyfriends... Jack... Markus...
Tim... you never... " was all I could manage. You looked deep into my
eyes.

	"I tried," you said, "but even when it got this far, I
couldn't go through with it. They still weren't you. That's what
finally broke up Tim and me... we got to this point, and he was where
you are now, but I had to stop him. He never forgave me for that. But
I just couldn't go through with it."

	"I don't know what to say... "

	"You don't need to say anything. I know how you feel about
me." Your eyes were shining, almost filled with tears.

	"You know this is isn't my first time." I felt awful. I knew
that was the wrong thing to say, but I had to be honest with you.

	You only nodded, and pulled me a little farther into you. I
stopped, and pulled away a bit. "This isn't safe... " but you nodded
your head, a tear rolling out of your eye. You managed a weak smile.
"Yes it is." I knew then how thorough your planning had been, and how
much this meant to you. To me, I realized.

	Then you pulled again, and I slid forward, into you, almost
effortlessly. I heard your gasp and felt your hands leave my waist and
slide up to my shoulders. Your nails dug into me slightly as our hips
touched, and I raised my head up enough to look into your eyes, as
tears streamed from them in happiness. We kissed the light kiss of
intimacy, our tongues playing on each other's, and then plunged into a
passionate lock.

	I felt joy as I never had with any other woman. I knew then
that we belonged to each other, and always would, and that making love
with you would always remind me of the stream and this pond. I knew
that we would forever be lovers in the forest, not caring if we ever
found our way out.