Old memories have a way of haunting you in your old age. Dreams lost and opportunities missed. Marla Sue is one of those. A dream lost that now haunts me from forty years ago. Young, beautiful, sexy, and so naïve in an outgoing way. I wasn't much better, a slow talking, shy country boy that found himself living in the city for the first time. I was totally lost, with to many people around and to much concrete and traffic. I missed the green fields and deep woods. The quiet and solitude. That was the reason I was wandering around the back reaches of the old cemetery a few blocks from my house on a bright sunny spring afternoon.
The old cemetery was like a big park that I had all to myself. Up toward the new front section, you might see a person or two occasionally, but back here in the back, it was deserted. The old bleached and weathered headstones were just another rock formation to my eighteen year old brain. The fact that there were dead people under each one didn't really register. At that age, death was something unreal that happened to old people. The warm sun, the sweet smell of freshly mown grass, and the sigh of the wind through the trees were all that I was thinking of as I wandered along a path above a deep creek.
I stopped at an old stone bench that rested in the curve of the walk and sat down. This bank of the creek was twenty feet higher than the other and from here I had a view of most of the cemetery. It was cool and green, quiet and tranquil. All the things that the rest of the city was not and all the things I missed most about my past.
I had been letting my mind wander as it would, not thinking about anything in particular; just enjoying the peace. A movement at the corner of my vision drew my eye. A girl was walking across the grass, carrying a book, headed in the direction of the bridge across the creek. The way she carried the book struck me as odd. She had it pressed against her upper belly, just below her breasts and covered it with both arms, as though she were trying to hide it. It wasn't a large book but a standard sized hardback. I watched her until she disappeared below the bank of the creek as she crossed the foot bridge.
With her now out of sight, my mind drew a picture of her behind my eyes. A dark mane of reddish brown hair that came halfway down her back. She had a light olive complexion, an oval face, high cheekbones, a thin straight nose, a small sensuous mouth. Even with the long hair, her neck looked long, the way she carried her head held high. The fact that her shoulders were bare except for thin spaghetti straps helped the illusion. The dress she wore was a typical sundress, a straight bodice to the waist, with a short flared knee length skirt. The color was not typical, it was a dark brown. Usually, these dresses would have been yellow, pink, light blue or green but not brown. Especially not dark chocolate brown. For some reason, my mind thought of New Orleans. Why I didn't know but it seemed to fit her perfectly. Her appearance at the top of the stairs broke the vision my mind was painting.
Without even a glance in my direction, she turned right and walked off down the path away from me. The subtle sway of the skirt and her hips was punctuated by the sharp sound of the heels of her shoes on the concrete. I watched her intently until she once again disappeared, this time around a bend in the path and behind some bushes. My mind had spent the whole time painting and erasing pictures of what was under that thin cotton dress. The mind of an eighteen year old male can be such a raunchy place at times and this was one of them. With a deep sigh and a sharp shake of my head to clear it, I returned my eyes to the sweeping view before me.
The only problem was that my mind had other ideas and went right on drawing pictures of the young lady. Each one a little better than the last as details were filled in here and there. Finally, I had to stand up, make an adjustment to the front of my levies, and resume my walk before I could get it to stop or at least to slow down. Only when I made the turn at the bush did I realize that I was following the girl. With a frown, I turned right and followed the top of the creek bank into a wooded area.
After about three hundred yards, I encountered a thick impenetrable hedge. The only way I knew there was a fence on the other side was that it crossed the open creek. Past the fence was a railroad embankment and a short wooden bridge over the creek. The creek made a deep wide pool under the bridge. I thought of exploring the pool but didn't see a way down the vertical creek bank. With a shrug, I turned and headed back into the woods. I'd save the pool for another day.
Roaming the thick stand of oak woods reminded me of home or rather my old home. My grandmother had died and the state said my grandfather was too old to take care of me alone, so I ended up at my aunt's house here in the city. She was a nice lady but she wasn't my grandmother. No one was or would ever be. Thinking of my grandmother made my eyes burn. I missed her terrible. Maybe, being out here wasn't such a good idea. It brought back to many memories.
I turned and headed back toward the walk I had been on earlier. As I neared the edge of the wood, I stopped dead in my tracks. Hanging from a limb of a small tree was a chocolate brown sundress. I stared at the dress for a moment and then slowly looked all around. My brain was flashing all kinds of scenes at me of the girl running around naked. I didn't see her anywhere. Either, she was hiding or in another part of the wood but if she was elsewhere, why leave the dress here? That didn't make sense. Running around naked in a cemetery didn't really make any sense in the first place but who was I to say one way or the other.
I reached out and brushed my fingers across the material of the dress, just to make sure it was real. It was. The thought that I could be really mean and take the dress crossed my mind for a fleeting second. I grinned and shook my head, I wasn't that way. Now, I had two choices. One, I could sit down and wait for her to return or two; I could go on about my business. Yeah, right, like I was really going to walk away from a chance to see a naked girl. I had only seen one, well, not counting a certain second cousin, but that's a whole other story.
Ok, then where was there a place to hide. There were several large trees, large enough to hide behind and several thick bushes near by. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I headed for the nearest large tree. There was no one behind it, so I headed for the other one. No one there either. I checked all the bushes, still no one to be found. Scratching my head, I returned to the dress and checked for other hiding places.
A soft chuckle caused me to look up and there she was, sitting in the low three way fork of the first large tree I had looked behind. "Hello." She said softly. "Are you looking for me by any chance?"
"Uh…." Was my witty reply as my hungry eyes devoured her beauty. Bright sunlight through an opening in the trees spotlighted her nude body. She was sitting cross legged on a small platform, leaning back against one of the limbs. Her book was open on her lap. My eyes would focus on her bare hip and thigh and then on her bare breasts. My manhood was trying very hard to stand up in the confines of my pants leg. Almost painfully so.
"Would you like to join me?" She asked, a smile flickering around her lips.
"Sure." I replied but didn't move. My brain was locked on the vision above me.
With a soft chuckle, she said, "You climb up that limb over to your left. The one that almost touches the ground."
My eyes darted to the limb she indicated and that seemed to break the spell on me. "Oh, ok." I replied and moved toward the limb.
As I started to climb up onto it, the girl said sharply, "No wait, you have to leave your clothes down there. The tree nymph that lives here doesn't like clothes."
"Tree nymph? What tree nymph?" I asked, looking around confusedly.
"The one that lives in this tree, silly." The girl replied softly with a hint of mirth in her voice, as if that explained it all.
"Oh!" I said as I moved over to the tree where her dress hung. I stripped off my tee shirt and slipped out of my old sneakers. I hung up the shirt and reached for the snap on my jeans. As I unsnapped and unzipped them, it crossed my mind that my dick was hard, hard as stone and she would see it. My back was to her at the moment but….
I took a deep breath and quickly slipped the jeans off before I had time to really think about it. I hung them up with the shirt. It was too late to do anything but to go ahead. I took another deep breath and then turned to walk over to the limb. I was trying to give the impression that being naked was nothing new to me. I was very aware of my dick standing up against my lower belly as it swayed from side to side as I walked. At the limb I paused and glanced up at the girl. She was watching me as intently as I had been looking at her earlier. She smiled at me and I smiled back as I began the climb up the limb.
When I reached the main branch that this one was attached to, I looked around for a way over to the platform. There was a spike driven into the main limb and there was a short branch above it for a handhold. I stepped across to the spike with my left foot and then onto the platform with my right, my arms stretched above my head. The girl's eyes had locked onto my manhood as I stepped across. They were still there, now that I was safely on the platform. The thought that maybe she had never seen a nude boy floated across my mind.
She glanced up and saw me looking at her. She shifted her eyes to look out across the woods as a scarlet blush crept up from her breasts, along her neck to her face, and then on into her hairline. I was right, she had not seen a nude boy or at least not enough of them to be used to it. To break the ice, I asked, "Now, what's this about a tree nymph? I've heard of them but I've never seen one."
Looking back at my face she smiled and replied, "I've never really seen one myself but here in this enchanted wood, they live inside the big trees. At least, that's the way all of the stories go." Her eyes dropped to my manhood for a second and then darted back to my face. "Would you please sit down? It's hard to think with you standing there like that."
I started to make a smart remark but realized that I would be the same way if our places were reversed. "Sorry, I'm not up on my etiquette of tree climbing while naked. It's never come up before." I said softly as I sat down cross legged on the platform. The girl gave a sharp giggle and glanced at my manhood. I chuckled and shook my head as I replied, "That's not what I meant and you know it."
She laughed and nodded, "I know but…." She studied my face for a moment and then said, "I do know you; you're the new guy that moved in with his aunt and uncle, on the other side of the cemetery. You applied for a job at the store where I work."
"Which store is that? I've applied at a lot of them over the past two weeks."
"The grocery over on Third. I work there mostly nights and Sundays." She said softly.
"Yeah, I applied there. They told me the same as the rest, I don't have enough experience." I sighed deeply and asked, "How do you get experience if they won't hire you? Heck, I'd start out sweeping floors; just to get my foot in the door, if they'd let me."
"You didn't have a job where you lived before?" The girl asked.
"I lived on a farm and that's a full time job all by itself." I told her. "If I had a car, it would help. I could find work on any of the farms around the edge of town." I shook my head and added, "Cars cost money and with no job…. So much for that idea."
"How about the bus?" She asked.
"They don't run early enough or late enough. Farming starts well before daylight and ends well after dark. I've already check into it."
"How about a groundskeeper job here in the cemetery? It's almost like being in the country, only they grow dead people." She said with a grin.
I looked at her sharply and then grinned back. "I hadn't even thought about that. There are also the golf courses and the city parks. Thanks to you, it sounds like I get to start a new job hunt on Monday. Maybe, my lucks changing for the better."
"This enchanted wood has a way of doing that." The girl whispered, as much to herself as to me.
"I don't know about the enchanted part but this is a beautiful place. It feels so calm and peaceful." I answered back, in a whisper of my own.
The girl chuckled and nodded. "The residents are dead, so it should be calm and peaceful."
"Even so, there's still a feeling of life and living things. It's not a dead place, just a place of the dead." I said in a whisper.
She nodded again and whispered, "I know what you mean. I sit here in the warm sun and read my book. It's so quiet and peaceful but I feel so alive. I can feel my heartbeat, the heat, the cool breeze brushing my hair across my breasts."
My eyes had been studying her breasts. There was something out of place about them but I wasn't sure just what it was. Seeing as they were only the third pair I had ever seen, I didn't have much to compare to. My cousin's breasts were very small, mostly nipples. The other pair I had seen were smallish but well formed. These were larger and not quite balanced. That's what it was. The left was noticeable larger than the right. "Are you left handed?" I asked suddenly.
The girl looked at me with her head cocked to the side, questioningly for a second before she replied, "Why yes I am, how did you know?"
"Your left breast is bigger than the right one." I answered.
She laughed and looked down at her breasts, her hands coming up from the book to caress and then squeeze them. "I've wondered if that was the reason. I've had to be careful around other woman; I catch myself studying the size and shape of their breasts and which hand they use. Some women have taken offence at my stare, while others have just smiled at it." She paused and murmured softly as her fingers rolled and pulled gently at her hard nipples. "Most women have one breast that is slightly larger and it is the one that favors the hand they use the most. But none are as markedly different as mine."
My manhood, which had returned to a more normal state, as we had talked, now began to harden and resume its standing position. The girl noticed and reached out toward it but hesitated before she touched it. She glanced up at my face and asked, "Can I touch it? I've never touched one before. In fact, yours is the first I've ever seen, except for my younger brothers and a few baby boys I babysat years ago. My brothers never stood up like yours does. Is that normal or something special?"
"It happens when I get excited, sexually excited that is. All guys do it, I'd guess." I said, avoiding the question of her touching it. "I don't even have to be excited, just thinking about girls in a certain way or catching a glimpse of a bare thigh under a skirt or a boob down a blouse…." I shut up sudden, as I realize that I was rambling on to hide my nervousness and saying way too much.
Her fingers were still hovering above my manhood. Both our eyes were on the same spot or close to it. She was watching my manhood and I was watching her hand. I held my breath as her hand slowly moved lower and I actually gasped as her fingers wrapped lightly around my shaft. "It's so hot." She whispered, her eyes coming up to mine. "And so hard."
I could only nod as her hand moved slowly up and down; her fingers lightly brush along the length of my manhood. When she paused with her fingers over the sensitive head and then rubbed it with a rotating motion, I groaned loudly, my hips giving a shivering shake.
She jerked her hand away and asked, "Did I hurt you?"
I shook my head and whispered, "No. Just the opposite in fact. It felt really good."
"Oh, it must be like when I directly touch my clitoris." She said, a look of understand on her face.
I had a look of confusion on mine as I asked, "What's a clitoris?" My limited earlier female action hadn't come with any parts names or instructions. Both had been rather hasty and very clumsy on the part of all parties involved.
"You know, the little man in the boat, my clit." She said with a grin. When I continued to look confused, she said, "Oh, so you don't know." When I shook my head, she grinned and moved her book off her lap. She reached down between her spread legs with a hand to place two fingers just above the split of her sex. She pulled up and slightly out. When she did, a pink bud of skin appeared at the top of her slit and as I watched, it slowly drew back to reveal a brighter pink shiny nub underneath. "This is my clitoris and it's very, very sensitive. It feels wonderful to touch but it's almost painfully so."
She licked the index finger on her other hand and lightly brushed it across the swollen bud. Her stomach muscles twitched and her hips rolled upward as she did, a soft moaning groan coming to her lips. "I could make myself cum so easily right now with you watching me do this." She whispered breathily, her finger hovering over the bud but not moving to touch it again. "No one has ever seen me do this and I never thought anyone ever would. I can't believe that I'm doing it. I feel so wicked and so horny." The finger did dip down and caress her clit for a second before she moved her hands away. A shiver ran up and down her body for a second or two afterwards.
I had watched her intently as she gave her demonstration and now I took a moment to study her sex, something I hadn't had a chance to do in my earlier encounters. Where my cousin's sex was covered with a bushy wild patch of hair and the other girl's had been sparsely covered with thin blonde hairs, this was different. There was a rounded triangle of short dark hair on her mound, with the point ending at the top of her slit. The rest of her sex was bare smooth skin. The hair on her mound looked nothing like the long curly hair on her head. This was short and neat, laying flat against her skin in a way that made it looked combed.
"I take it that this is your first time to see a woman's sex." I heard her ask. When I shook my head, she said, "Oh?"
I looked up at her face and replied, "I've seen two others, but I never had the time to study them. One was a cousin that came to visit, years ago and the other was a girl from down the road, a few days before I left to come to the city."
"A kissing cousin and a girlfriend, I take it." She whispered in a way that made me think she was hurt by the fact that I had already seen a girl's sex.
"Actually, more of a teasing cousin that liked to run around naked in the hayloft and a childhood friend that came by to say goodbye and got carried away." I whispered back.
She shrugged and reached for her book. "What are you reading?" I asked to change the subject.
"A book I found at a rummage sale. " The Ladies of Nottingham" It's old and written in old English, so it's a little hard to read. It's interesting but not as sexual as I thought it was going to be. I have a much better one at home that tells a lot more about sex and what men and women do to each other." She said as she opened the book and found her place.
"What are you trying to figure out?" I asked. "Sex is sex, isn't it? I don't know a whole lot about it from actual experience but I've heard other guys talk. I think I understand the act itself, if nothing else."
The girl looked at me and chuckled. "I've been to the library and studied the medical books on male and female anatomy so I know how they work and fit together but that's not what I want to know. Well, it is and I already know that but I want to know about all the things that go along with and lead up to the actual act of copulation."