This Human is crazy, she thought. I will let Him live so that His death is more painful over time. As silently as she appeared, she vanished to go hunting in another area.
The next morning her first thoughts were of the Human. She couldn’t help but wonder how He was faring even though He was one of the Enemy. Why couldn’t she put Him out of her thoughts? She went about her daily tasks in an attempt to clear her mind. Somehow though she kept seeing His eyes in all that she did. Finally she gave in, she had to know what became of Him.
Delicately she walked through the forest catching herself daydreaming about the Human with the beautiful eyes. Giving herself a shake she continued until she reached the glen that she had left Him in yesterday. Suddenly she stopped, what would she find when she parted the bushes? For the first time in years she felt fear, not for herself but for Him. Had she condemned Him to death by leaving Him here alone? Was she so hard hearted that she could not feel pity or love for another?
Parting the bushes and sliding silently through them she sees that her fears were unjustified. Not only is He alive He has managed to catch a rabbit and is trying to skin it. Seeing Him having trouble, she silently offers her apologies by taking the rabbit from Him and showing Him the proper way. He smiles at her and her heart flips. Lowering her eyes she shows Him how to spit and slowly roast it over the fire.
Over the next few weeks she teaches Him how to survive in the forest. Showing Him where the dangerous places are and where the most game is, which roots were edible to give Him some variety in foods. She helped Him build a solid shelter and taught Him how to craft a bow and arrows to match His weight and size. He in turn taught her about patience and laughter. Not only for a joke but being able to laugh at one’s self.
One evening as they were cooking a squirrel and baking some roots their conversation turned to differences of the two races. Imagine both of their surprises when they realized that there weren’t actually that many differences outside of the way they were built but the things they had in common were many. They also discovered that over the many weeks they had became friends without even realizing it.
As they ate she asked Him about His deformity. “If it bothers You to speak of it don’t bother my friend.” “No, He replied, “it ceased bothering me a long time ago little elf” I was born this way, part of my spine didn’t form correctly and my Mother was advised to leave me on the church steps but she loved me as I am.” “She taught me how to walk and not to be ashamed of who and how I am.” “She had a very hard time of it, my Father was killed in the war between the races when I was still in her womb, so She raised me alone.” “She didn’t have family to help her?” I asked. “She had family, but not if she kept me. So you see, I owe her everything.” As He sat looking into the fire, I thought about the woman who had shown such great bravery. Would I be that brave? I would like to think so but that is one of those that can’t be answered until the time of testing. “I would like to meet Your mother some day my friend. She sounds like a wonderful person and one that I think I could like very much.” Smiling softly, and a little sadly, He replied “She would have liked you also little elf but she has gone to a better place with no pain and no sorrow.” Seeing the pain in His eyes I said no more but moved closer to Him so that our shoulders touched and that He may know I was with Him. No more words were spoken between us that night but a new bond had begun to grow that could only deepen with time and togetherness.
Summer deepens and the weather is starting to cool but we don’t notice much as the passion between us is beginning to burn brightly. Tender looks and loving little touches, the racing of our hearts as we meet unexpectedly at times. The beautiful autumn colors turned even brighter by the knowledge that our feelings were turning to love. The sky was bluer, the reds redder, greens greener—giggling at myself I realized I had better watch where I was going before I hurt myself. I walked up to His shelter smiling warmly as I see Him waiting for me. Fate reaches out to touch us as I walk to Him—I stumble, He catches me but my weight unbalances Him and we both fall to the ground.
We lay there laughing at ourselves once we are sure neither is hurt. Slowly the laugher fades as we gaze into each other’s eyes. Our lips slowly meet at first hesitantly then softly and tenderly. As our kisses deepen with passion our pulses race and our bodies flush with heat. We stayed inside that day making love over and over until we knew each other’s bodies by heart. Falling asleep with arms around our loved one, waking up and beginning anew. We would feed each other, and laugh about nothing, but loving every minute of it because we were together at last.
Finally, we sit watching the sunset. Secure in the knowledge that our love is strong and would continue to grow as the days, weeks, and years rolled onward. It is the type of love that transcends all--race, age, disabilities, and prejudices. It is a pure love, a love that lasts a lifetime--and beyond.
The End.
A Keeper
My girlfriend Jean and I were sitting in front of the expansive picture window in my Grandmother's living room. The house was set back about 150 yards from a big lake and the view of the shore was framed by the trees of the north woods. My Grandmother went to the hall closet and returned with a pair of binoculars. We took turns looking through them, out this portal to nature. Our attention was directed to one of these trees near the shore in which a pair of bald eagles were nesting. We watched as one of the parents returned to the nest with food. It was fascinating you the parents cared for their young.
As the sun crept higher in the sky, the day warmed and it became obvious it would be another beautiful Minnesota day. I looked at Jean and asked , "Would you like to go out on the water? Maybe do some fishing?"
"Sure, I'll just go change into something better for boating."
She went into her bedroom and I put the binoculars away in the hall closet. Back in the living room I saw she was dressed in a white tank top, floral patterned skirt and sandals, not too different from the khaki shorts and University of Minnesota tee shirt and boat shoes I was sporting. We went out of the house and the dew, still wet in the grass was getting Jean's feet wet. I bent down and she hopped up on my back for a piggy-back ride to the pier. I walked down the slope to the shore and put her set her down on the first planks of the long pier.
I ducked into the boat house and emerged with a tackle box, some floating seat cushions and two oars. Then I lead the way down the pier to the boat, our footsteps echoed off the water beneath them and a loon splashed is way out of the water and into the air about 300 yard to their right. The pier went past many of the reeds that were in the shallow water near the shore. The insects hummed loudly and we saw many dragonflies waltzing in the air. At the end of the pier were two boats. One, a large pontoon boat that was my Grandmother's, was very comfortable. The other, a small wooden row boat, was the one I planned to use. Only about 12 ft long, it was easy to handle alone. First I tossed in the seat cushions, two by the bow and one on the back bench where I figured Jean would sit. Then I put the tackle box behind the middle seat and finally put the oars in the oar locks. Standing up, I turned and held Jean's hand and helped her down into the the boat. After untying the stern line and the bow line, I stepped down into the center of the boat. It rocked gently under my weight, but I was accustom to its motions and easily sat down. Gently I shoved the boat off the pier and started rowing.
I faced the back of the boat as I rowed and could see the pier grow smaller as the boat made progress out onto the lake. More importantly, I could watch Jean from this position. The sun shone down on her long dark hair and the eyes sparkled in its light. Her smile beamed back at me as she became conscious of my looks. I stoked the oars to my own rhythm and whistled a little chantey, the sun heating my shirt and a sweat started to build up on my lean arms. Jean's skin began to glow too in the heat of the sun. I loved the little row boat. It was easy to maneuver, it was great exercise and much more intimate than the large pontoon boat. After about 20 minutes I had rowed the bo
at out past all the reeds to an area that I liked to fish. The lake bed was transitioning from sand to larger rocks with a short weeds near the bottom. It was a good place to fish for perch.
I stopped rowing and Jean asked, "Say, were are the fishing poles?"
"I didn't bring any fishing poles. I figured we could drop line fish."
"Hm, I have never drop line fished before."
"Oh. Don't worry. It is really easy," said I as I opened the tackle box and removed a drop line from the bottom.
The drop line consisted of a hook, a short leader, and about 25ft of black braided fishing line. I put a small purple plastic worm on the hook and handed it to Jean.
"Just lower the line out until it hits the bottom and then raise it up about 8 inches," I explained. "Then just hold the line over your index finger and wait."
"Okay," she said trying to hide her skepticism. After quickly baiting my own hook, I set my drop line in the same fashion as I described to Jean.
It was a wonderfully warm and lazy day. You could hear the buzz of the insects in the reeds, now 200 feet away and the sound of several ducks landing further out on the lake. The were alone with nature. No other boats were visible and only a few housed could be seen from where they were.
I casually asked, "What would you do if you won ten millions dollars."
"Oh," she said excitedly, looking at her hand.
"I don't really have ten million dollars to give you."
"NO! My finger, something tugged at my finger," she exclaimed.
"Ah, just stay calm and wait a minute. You'll know when you have him."
Jean sat excitedly waiting for more to happen. She could feel the fish nibbling on the bait, testing it, as clearly as if the fish were nibbling at her finger.
"He took bit it!" she yelled when the fish finally took the hook.
"Just give a little tug or jerk to set the hook and then you can just pull him in."
As she pulled in the drop line, I looked over the boat to watch for the fish. Splash, the perch jumped clear of the water, struggling to free itself from the hook. I reached forward with my left and and grabbed the line just above the fish. My right hand grasped the fish near the gills and then slid down ever his body to safely press down the spines in his dorsal fin. I let go of the line with my left hand, reached into the tackle box and a small hemostat. Carefully, I clamped onto the shank of the hook and twisted it out of the perches mouth.
"Looks like you caught yourself a keeper," I said to Jean. "It is easily ten inches long. Should I string it up?"
She thought for a minute and the said, "No, toss him back, we can catch him when he is even bigger."
The perch splashed back into the lake as was gone. Jean tried to watch him for a moment, and then gazed up at the clear blue sky. I watched as she tried to lay back and soak up the sun. Then she sat up and smiled at me. I could tell she was still excited by the catch. She stood up and stepped toward me. Her shifting weight tipped the boat to port and she fell forward catching herself with her left hand on the gunwale. Her face was no directly above mine, eclipsing the sun. Her long brown hair draped around my face, creating our own private jungle. For a moment she looked into my eyes and I thought we would kiss.
"I am going to get some sun," she whispered, putting her right finger on my lips. She stood up and this time, carefully stepped over the seat I was sitting on to the seat at the bow. She arranged the two cushions and then in one fluid motion raised her arms over her head, taking with them her white tank top. Sitting down on the cushions she was able to lay back into the V of the bow, her right arm hanging over the side, her fingers barely touching the water. The sunlight reflected off the water and danced in her hair that draped over the bow.
I watch as the sun warmed her body, I could feel its heat on my back. Her skin glisten. A small droplet of sweat formed at the based of her neck and then trickled down her chest, between her breasts to stop in her navel. My eyes followed its path and the trail of moister it left. Jean shifted and stretched her long legs out to rest her feet on the seat beside me. She looked so content, on this serene day. My eyes wandered from her feet beside me along her shapely calves and up her thighs to the edge of her skirt. It was pulled up to allow more sun to touch her skin, yet it still cast a shadow where my eyes wanted to go.
I eased my feet out of my boat shoes wiggling my toes in the sun. Carefully I raised my right foot and placed it on the edge of her seat. As I ease my toes forward, I thought I could see a smile creep across Jean's quite face. As my big toe pushed forward, it could feel the warmth it was looking for. Moist flesh hugged it as it pressed lightly down and moved up and down. Jean's mouth was now open and low gasp escaped into the air. Her cheeks were turning pink in the sunlight. I dropped my line and concentrated on my toe and the heat that enveloped it. Her juices drizzled down the bottom of my foot to my heal. Jean opened her eyes and contemplated me.
She pulled her legs off the seat and stood up. Reaching down with her left hand she unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts while her right hand undid the tie at the side of her skirt. She knelt in the keel of the boat and grasped my shorts; I raised my butt as she pulled my shorts and underwear down to my ankles. My manhood stood up at attention, craving hers. She lightly licked the soft underside starting by its base and gliding her tongue up to its tip. She stood up again. My arms reached around to cup her back and pulled her stomach to my lips as her arms wrapped around my neck. I kissed her navel and my tongue searched for the bead of sweat I had seen hide there just minutes before. Then my hands parted and slid lightly over her buns, feeling their velvetly skin. Down my hands went to stop at the backs of her thighs. Then I pulled her up and to me in the seat. Slowly, I lowered her, her legs now pointing to the stern of the boat. I pulled her against my chest and abdomin and looked up into her deep green eyes, her hair again cascaded down around my head, hiding us from the outer world. I lowered her another inch and the head of my throbbing penis just touched its promise land. Warmth flowed down to it, enticing it to enter. Another inch lower so that its head was nuzzling in the soft wet furrow between Jean's legs. In the warmth of the sun our sweat was mingling; my aching penis was becoming soaked.
Finally I eased Jean all the way down and relaxed as the boat rocked slightly in the water. Jean hummed with pleasure in my ear. I could feel all of her warmth surrounding me. I moved my hands to the small of her back and supported her against me. We held that position of union for what seemed like an eternity. The only motion by our bodies was unconscious as they responded to the motion of the rocking boat and responded to each other's reactions. Then our lips met and we kissed the deep kiss of long desired passion. Our tongues explored as our lips press together searching for more.
I eased forward onto my knees and placed Jean on the bow seat again. I carefully pulled back and then turned her over onto her stomach, placing her arms on the gunwales with her hands at the point of the bow. My hands grabbed her hips and I entered her from behind. Sliding forward and down, my right hand passed over her stomach and the into her forest of hair. Trekking deeper, it cleared the forested and came to the moist valley, its fingers exploring its recesses. As our weight transferred forward, my lips and tongue traced the arch of her back to her neck and the boat began to pitch, fore and aft. It moved with our rhythm urging us forward to bliss. My fingers traced the edge of Jean's pleasure. Bathed in her slippery juices, they glided over its top and around its protective hood of skin. The motion of the boat increased in intensity as did our excitement. Fore and aft the boat rocked, you could hear the stern suck up out of the water as I thrust forward and it slap back down as I pulled back. Jean's excitement was intensifying to an uncontrollable state. She moaned with each of our movements, accentuated by the motion of the little boat. As I climaxed, Jean let out a low scream and I could feel her muscles contracting, squeezing me deeper, in the same cadence as my orgasm.
Exhausted, we slumped down into the boat and held one another.
The air now feeling cool on our hot, sweaty bodies. In the distance we could hear a boat engine, so we carefully put on our clothes and I rowed back to my Grandmother's pier.
Carefully, I tied the boat the to pier and helped Jean up onto the dock. I gave her a piggy back ride to the house and once inside, she excused herself to go to the bathroom. I went to the kitchen to get us something to drink and saw my Grandmother sitting in the living room.
"Looks like you caught yourself a keeper," she said me.
"Oh yeah, Jean caught a nice perch, but we thru it back"
"I wasn't talking about the fish," Grandma said smiling and then I saw the binoculars sitting next to her chair.
In A Cabin By The Lake
We were up at the cabin. Finally had a weekend to us - no meetings, no phone, no distractions.
As we lay in front of the fireplace basking in it's warm amber glow, my hand caresses his stong chest as it rises and falls with each breath he takes. My mind begins to wander, remembering the events of the morning.......
His skin is a beautiful golden brown kissed by the sun as he worked in the yard, clearing bushes. Sweat glistened as it rolled down his body snaking a trail my tongue longed to follow.
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