First/forest.mf
                                     Dave Read
                                     Forest, The
           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 7
                   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.

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  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 laid down
               wordlessly, pulling me along.  I laid 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 out 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 laid 
              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 tobe 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 effort-
                 lessly.  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.
                                             
 
                                                  

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