Faerie Circles - Sex Stories

Faerie Circles

... piles of shoes in the back of my closet for rubber boots that I’d already told them I had probably left out in the barn, after my last excursion through the back fields. I almost told them to quit wasting their time rooting fruitlessly for missing boots, but their cute round butts sticking out of my closet doors were wiggling so seductively, I just stood there and watched them for a while. I suddenly realized I had been so preoccupied with Helen’s big boobs and Marlee’s beautiful face, that their sexy behinds had completely escaped my attention. Then I wondered if this was the first time I had looked at anyone’s bottom that way. Mom called us down to breakfast, and we scarfed down scrambled eggs, and toast spread with blackberry jam that Beatrice had put up last summer. A glob of purple sweetness dripped off my last bite of toast onto my white blouse, and I could have screamed, but didn’t want to call attention to my sloppiness. I wanted to run upstairs and change tops, but Marlee and Helen were in a hurry to leave, so I unbuttoned my top button, and after discreetly licking off the glob of black jelly, folded my open collar back over the spot, hoping it would hide it completely. It occurred to me that my cleavage might be displayed to better advantage this way too, but then remembered that my boobs were so small, I’d probably have to unbutton my blouse half-way down to my belly-button before anything of interest made an appearance. Sixteen years had recently seemed a ...

... fascinating age, but just now, I was looking forward to having a woman's breasts. As we trotted out the back porch door, Marlee found a four-leaf clover growing alongside the back-steps, and turned around and poked it through the button-hole I had just opened up to hide my jelly-stain. She smiled that unquenchable smile of hers, and suddenly that small gift meant everything to me. I never understood how Marlee could find so many four-leaf clovers. They seemed to grow at her feet wherever she walked. I could look at the same patch of ground for hours and never find one. It seemed magical to me how she produced them so effortlessly, seemingly out of thin air! As we approached the back yard fence-gate, she stooped again and picked another one, almost without missing a step. How did she do that?! My smile faded however, when she tucked the stem of this one under the strap that crossed Helen’s breast on its way down from her shoulder, to hold up the hip-satchel she was carrying in case we found any mushrooms. My happiness at Marlee’s special gift to me waned a bit, when its specialness seemed somehow diminished now. The mushroom bag was Beatrice’s idea. She said we’d probably find mushrooms if we found fairy-rings. I wondered how she knew that, but Beatrice seemed to know so many things, I eventually gave up asking her questions and just grudgingly accepted that she knew everything. Our first mud-puddle appeared as soon as we closed the gate in the back yard and descended the small hill ...