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Pine Grove

It’s been a strange day all around. We have made plans to meet this weekend at your house. Seems she is going out of town for some odd reason abruptly. You tell me the night before to make sure I check my e-mail in the morning to make sure the plans are all still a go. I wearily rise at 4:30 am so as to be there by noon when she is slated to leave. Nothing on the e-mail, so I go about getting ready to make the 5 hour trek to your house. I stumble into the shower in my still half asleep, but completely excited state. As the shower washes the sleepiness from my body, my thoughts turn to you. I had suggested that perhaps you should just come here, but you insisted I go there. My mind is and has been in a ramble of thoughts all weekend as to why I was so needed there. But giving the opportunity to see you I would fly to China if I had to. I get out of the shower and dry off. I begin to get dressed when I remember that I have to go wake Jayson. I walk down the hallway tip toeing trying not to wake the entire house. Gently lean over to wake him when it hits me. You must want me there so that I can make love to you in your own surroundings. I wake Jayson excited with my new thoughts but he just tells me that I am being silly and asks me were his cigarettes are. I rouse him from his slumber telling him to hurry I want to get on the road as soon as possible. He stumbles half asleep into the shower and leaves me to his bedroom to get dressed and fret. I am checking my bags over and over again making sure that I have everything under the sun that I could possibly need. Finally after what seems like could have been forever we are ready to head off into the sunset to see you. After a couple of hours driving it is 9 am. When Jayson’s cell phone rings. We both look at it strangely as it comes up unavailable. What the heck I answer it in a strained voice from singing buddy songs with him the whole way there. It is you on the other end asking me where we are at. I give you some vague mile marker and exit. You ask me how much longer you think we will be. Maybe two hours I say. You get excited at this. I ask you what is going on. You say oh nothing. You tell me to hand the phone to Jayson which I reluctantly do. I can hear him giggling like a little school girl. I ask him what the hell you two are up to but neither one of you will answer me. I see him get a pen and paper out of my backpack. But I can’t see what he is writing while I am driving. He says ok, ok, ok, I got it. Then hands the phone back to me. I interrogate you for a few minutes but it

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is obvious that you aren’t going to tell me so I give in. I can hear my own excitedness reflected in your voice. You say that you are getting in the shower and that I will hear from you soon. Just that fast you are gone and my head is left spinning. Wondering what it is that you have in store for me. After about another hour and half of buddy songs I pull over to fill up the tank knowing whatever it is you have in store I had better be ready. When I come out from paying for the gas Jayson is in the driver’s seat with the notebook paper folded tightly in his hand. I tell him to move but he refuses. He says that you have instructed him to drive. Just then the phone rings. It is you again. Telling me just to behave and let him drive. How did you know that we had pulled over? I am beginning to think that I am being ganged up against. I half heartedly agree and climb into the passenger’s seat. This is making me all very nervous at this point. I have never been to your house yet even after 6 months. I am afraid with his sense of direction we will end up in Cleveland or something. I am sitting and watching as he is carefully maneuvering his way around the city streets, only to find that we have driven all the way through town and are emerging on the other side of it. I ask him again and again if he is sure this is the right way. He swears it is. I call you to make sure. You again assure me that he is indeed traveling in the proper direction. Five minutes later he is pulling off the expressway. It doesn’t seem right but I am trying to go along with it all. Five minutes after we pulled off the expressway he is pulling into the opposite side of the park from where we had been that day. I ask him what the hell are we doing here. Why are we not at her house? He just looks at me and says I don’t know ask her. So I sit up in the seat and begin looking around. You are no where to be seen. I call you, at which point you start giving me directions. You tell me to get out of the car and to walk to the trail head marked Daffodil Hollow. I am standing outside of the car now looking around in a circle when directly behind me I see the trail head. You tell me to tell Jayson to go ahead and head to your apartment there is a key under the mat. I guess he can wait for Twiz there.  The last thing I hear from you is to follow the markings. I protest but you assure me that I will know the way. I turn back into the car and hand him the cell phone. I am not so sure I am liking this game. At least it is warm out. The spring has sprung and the May flowers are all in bloom. On a gorgeous spring day I head across the parking lot. With trepidation but none the less making my way. I see Jayson pulling out just as I head into the forest. There not but ten feet off the parking lot I see my first clue. A

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single red rose petal lying in the middle of the trail. I bend to pick it up holding it to my lips almost as if I can smell you from it. I gently put it in my pocket knowing I will go home and put it in a book. I walk another 50 feet into the path and come to a “Y”. One more single rose petal lays on the lesser of the two paths. Again I bend to pick it up and savor the moment. I am trying to look for you, but the forest becomes dense here. It turns into various spruce trees instead of the unblossemed or leaved maple trees. I resign myself to a hike as I stop to take a drink from my ever present Mt. dew bottle. Just as I stop I believe that I hear the faint strains of music. It sounds familiar but I can’t place it. I tuck the Mt. dew back into my pocket and walk on. As I approach the edge of the thick spruce grouping the music grows stronger. I look down just in time to see a rose petal arrow pointing me in the direction of the spruce outcropping. I leave them this time thinking I am much too close to spend the time with it. My heart is racing my body tense with the anticipation. The rose petals are more frequent now that I am off the trail. Every few feet or so I pass over one. I find myself standing directly outside the spruce trees. Two red ribbons marking the slightest opening in the branches. I duck down in order to make my way thru them. Just as I am beginning to emerge on the other side I see the site my eyes have so desperately longed to see. There you are with the sunlight flickering just so perfectly. You turn your head to me. The sunlight catching and playing with your eyes. You are there in front of me, I blink thinking that I must be seeing things. But you are there, in front of me, naked lying on a blanket of cotton and pine needles. You look as if you are a mirage. There are candles all around you. The radio playing music softly in distance. You call to me. “Come here my sweet.” I move slowly but steadily waiting for at any minute you to be gone. I am standing at the edge of your blanket now, unsure of what my next step might be. You gently take my hand and guide me down onto the blanket. Just as I sit down your lips meet mine. It is then and only then that I truly believe this is for real, and just at that moment a shock wave rumbles thru my body. I slowly lay down next to you as we are kissing and embracing. You whisper in my ear as I am gently kissing you neck, that “it is ok I want to give myself to you.” My body becomes set on autopilot. I have dreamed and fantasized of this day for so long, I don’t even have to think about what to do with you. I gently take you into my arms and roll you onto your back. Deliberately slow I am following the curves of your

body with my tongue. You are reaching at me, taking off one layer of clothes

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at a time. Bound and determined to lay under me with our naked bodies entwined. Gently I am nibbling at your neck, and ear lobe. I can hear as your moans begin to become more and more intense, more and more frequent. Carefully I cup my hand around your breast, just enough to feel your body arch up against me. To feel as our passions collide. Sliding my tongue down your body I land on the same breast that my hand is holding. Encircling your nipple with my tongue. Reaching my other hand over to your other breast, gently running my finger over your nipple ever so slightly. Methodically I tease your nipple with one slice of my tongue over it. Just enough again to feel your body arch up against me. Only this time our hips collide. I find myself unable to control my own body. As you grind your pelvis into mine. My mouth engulfing the carefully teased nipple, it becomes even harder in my mouth. My own pelvis bearing down onto yours now. I can feel the heat of our two worlds melting into one. I run my tongue across your chest to play with your other nipple. I pull my hips away from yours knowing I simply must make you wait. I start to lick just the side of your nipple, making sure not to touch the end. My hands are exploring your body, teasingly, passionately. Just along the top of your hair line, down your inner thighs, as close as I can get to make you think I am going to touch you without actually touching you. It’s almost as if your pussy is on fire now, I can feel the steam and the heat radiating from within you. Slowly now I run my tongue down your stomach stopping to kiss you all the way down. Flicking at your belly button to let you know what you are in for. You back arches again as I near your hair line. I can sense your excitement, it must have been so hard for you to lay here and wait on me. I take a detour and follow your hair line over to the crease where your thigh meets your hips. Gently allowing that to guide me. Your legs spreading wider and wider allowing me all the access I could ever want. I move my tongue down along your leg, slowly kissing your thighs. I see you there in front of me an inch from my mouth, the heat and the steam becoming a pressing issue for the both of us. Carefully I move in and kiss your pussy ever so gently. Then sliding my tongue sparingly into your hole just to get a taste of this sweet nectar for myself. You are thrashing about in front of me. I can tell that you are trying to contain yourself, but the moans and your hips seem to be uncontrollable. The moment my tongue enters full length into you, you let out an ear popping “yes.” I take my arms and wrap them around your thighs, it is getting harder and harder to hold you at my face. Your hips are bucking wildly, you are arching your back,

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pushing your pussy onto my face. I remove my tongue from you and find my way to your clit. Sliding my tongue up the shaft of it until I am at the top. Sucking it into my mouth your hips begin there dance again. I have your clit sucked full into my mouth, running my tongue over the end of it. I slide my right arm out from under your leg and gently press one finger into you. Just enough to tickle your g-spot but leave your craving more, needing more, wanting more. You are so wet with excitement I simply must drink from you again. Sliding my finger out I hear you let out a moan of disappointment and then a moan of relief as my tongue finds its way back into you. I slide my one finger back into you as my tongue darts to and fro in your hole. Feeling you open more and more for me I slide a second and a third finger into you. Your moans growing louder and louder more and more urgent.  My own body needing to feel you as you give me yourself. I find myself grinding against the ground as I am eating you. Each time pressing my hips harder and harder. You notice this at some point between the throws of pleasure and lay your leg across my back and butt, pinning me to the ground. Stating “I will take care of that in a minute.” As you are talking to me my tongue finds its way back up to your clit as my hand pumps in and out of you. I am pulling you tighter and tighter to me with my arm. I am there now matching you rhythm for rhythm, thrust for thrust, faster and stronger my fingers explore the depths of you. I can feel it even before you start to get louder. Your walls clenching down on my fingers, making it difficult if not impossible to sustain the rhythm. Just as I think I can’t push any harder to penetrate you, you scream as if your body was taken over by some sort of banshee. One more strain from an already arched back and I feel you release. Spreading your nectar all down my throat. I crawl up next to you to kiss and hold you and thank you, but you won’t have any of it. You take me and…………………….