Faerie Circles - Sex Stories

Faerie Circles

... course Helen would just turn on me, tit-for-tat, and jealously yank me away as payback. The ground upon which we walked was carpeted with a cold moss, littered with brittle sticks, which had blown off of dead branches in the brisk March winds. They crackled and broke underfoot, as we sank into the soft moss. The forest was deathly still, but for the considerable noise we made breaking sticks with every step. I wished that the May-apples had sprouted through the forest floor, but it was still too early for wading through the leafy groves of dwarf 'trees' that the May-apples always reminded me of - a miniature forest beneath a forest. The sun had finally risen high enough to be peaking through the leafy canopy above us, and I hoped by the time we got to the other side of the woods, that it would burn off some of the fog from the cold ground and take the chill out of the air. Trudging through the undergrowth, ducking under low branches that snapped back into our faces, and turning our path to and fro to find the easiest way through the undergrowth, was beginning to make us warm and sweaty under our jackets. Draping down from the treetops high overhead, were thick vines that were always fun to swing on, especially out over hillsides, but they were still damp and slimy to the touch, so we would wait for the return trip to play Tarzan, when they were dry and wouldn’t stain our clothes. Up ahead, we finally saw the pale, almost white bark of sycamore trees shining in the ...

... sunlight, and knew we had almost reached our destination. They were such lovely trees, with their mottled skin peeling off in paper-thin sheets - grey below, white above. Their leaves had not yet budded-out and unfurled, so their delicate tracery of branches grew more wondrous as we approached them. The woods opened out into a sparse glade, as if to defer to the beauty of the grove of sycamores, and provide them with a wider gallery from which they could be seen in all their splendor. Here there was enough sunlight for grass to grow, and the recent rains had made it especially verdant this spring. The moisture also seemed to be the perfect medium for the new fairy-circles, which we soon saw spread out upon the lawn of dewy grass in front of us, and Marlee, Helen, and I were transfixed by the sight - not just one or two, but half-a-dozen or more of the dark green circles, some larger, some smaller, and some even interlocking with others. We had never seen so many in one place, and if magic didn’t reside here, then it simply couldn’t exist anywhere. The grass was so green and lush, we simply had to walk upon it in our bare feet, so off came our boots, and then our jackets, which we tossed over low branches, then we raced each other around the outermost curves of the fairy-rings, until we were finally back to where we started. We carefully walked through their midst, but making sure not to step inside one of the circles yet, until we decided how best to invoke their magic. We had each ...