Faerie Circles - Sex Stories

Faerie Circles

The rains had come aplenty with the early spring, and everything seemed so much greener than March ought to be. I honestly didn’t think much of Helen’s plan for our outing today, as I knew our path leading back into the woods would be awash with watery ruts the tractor had left in the narrow dirt lane going back through the hay-fields. The odds of us getting our biskees paddled for dragging our hems through the mud were pretty good. Helen never let such practical concerns fetter her freedom of spirit of course, and I knew I was in for some muddy slogging when we got past the barnyard, if I broke down and agreed to go with her. I would, of course! Marlee would follow her anywhere, and Helen knew that if Marlee went, I’d relent and tag along too. It just wasn’t fair having a girl so cute as Marlee wrapped around her little finger, but Helen's charms seemed nearly as bountiful as her prematurely developed bosoms, and I had fallen victim to them even before Marlee had. Marlee’s particular charms, on the other hand, I felt were more justly deserved. Her smile alone had me enthralled, since the afternoon her parents had brought her over from their new house next door and introduced us. So it was agreed. I would take them back beyond the hay field, and show them where the new fairy-circles were hiding under the edge of the sycamore grove, even though Helen was determined to find them with or without me. Whether or not we would truly disappear when we stepped into one of the ...

... fairy-rings was a subject we never completely resolved, though we debated the possibilities far into the night. We would just have to try it, and see where we wound up. Marlee hoped for the mists of Scotland, some centuries back in the past, but mostly because she had read a book of Gaelic lore about such a magical journey, while cooped up in her bedroom over the snowy winter school holiday. Fanciful excursions through fairy-ring portals were a favorite notion of mine when I was younger, and this did seem an opportune moment to dispel any common-sense protestations that it couldn’t be done. Still… I could easily imagine other possibilities even more real, like Beatrice’s paddle on our behinds when this all went wrong! And the schemes the three of us concocted when we got together very often did go wrong, so that paddle seemed to loom large in my mind this morning. The sun hadn’t burned off the morning mist from the vales in the fallow fields behind the barns, let alone the dew clinging to the grass below my own bedroom window. I stretched up on tip-toes to look down to the back yard where our journey must begin. My breath steamed-up the top sash of my window, so I drew a heart with my fingers, and hastily scrawled Marlee’s initials under mine, then quickly smudged them out so Helen wouldn’t see what I’d done. If only for that ephemeral moment, I had made my feelings known to the world. For the past three months they had existed only in my heart. The other two were digging through ...