Faerie Circles - Sex Stories

Faerie Circles

... beyond. It was easily jumped-over, and we did, but Helen twisted her ankle when she landed, and made such a fuss that we supported her with her arms around our shoulders until she realized it wasn’t that painful to walk on after all. She limped up the ramp to the barn-door, determined to find my lost boots wherever I had left them. In the dim, cavernous expanse inside papa’s old barn, we split up and searched, with only the pale morning light streaming through the large, open barn-door to illuminate our way. We each took a corner of the huge barn and wandered around the rough, hay-strewn floor, avoiding the big clumps of mud the tractor wheels had dropped everywhere, until Helen finally returned with her prize held high over her head. Since I had let her wear my rubbers, she gave me the boots to wear, and I pulled up my skirt and leaned on Marlee, while Helen wiggled the over-sized galoshes over my slip-ons. Now safe from mud-puddles, we trotted down the lane from the barnyard, and off into the fields. The hillside at the left of the lane was dotted with enormous marshmallows. At least, that’s what we called the big, round hay-bales that were each wrapped up in white plastic. Hundreds of them were still strewn all over the field from last fall, and from a distance, they did look exactly like giant marshmallows. When we were younger, my dad had told Helen that he was a marshmallow-farmer, and at the end of each season, we picked the huge marshmallows growing in the fields ...

... and shipped them off to be cut up into little marshmallows, and sold in the supermarkets. She actually believed him for awhile, until she excitedly ran up to one of the enormous white puffs and realized she was about to bite into plastic film. My dad was a notorious jokester, but Helen never seemed to not fall for his pranks, so the marshmallow trick was just one of the many running gags about which Helen got teased mercilessly. The woods were looming up ahead of us, and in the gray morning fog, they looked very mysterious. With Helen’s gullibility in mind, I concocted an extemporaneous tale of how they were probably haunted by fey forest creatures that might capture us, and spirit us away to their hidden lairs, and do who-knows-what to us before anyone could hear our cries and come to our rescue. All that accomplished, however, was to drive Helen into Marlee’s arms for succor, and me into a sullen mood, aggravated that all my ploys seemed to immediately back-fire! I grabbed Helen and yanked her away from Marlee, telling her to quit being such a fraidy-cat, and pushed her in front of us, in the vain hope that if there really were forest faeries, they would capture her first! I looked back to see how far we had walked, and the barn, and house beyond, were now just small specks, barely visible through the mist. As the shadows of the woods began to close around us, I began to succumb to my own perverse imagination, and wished very much to be arm-in-arm with Marlee myself, but of ...