16 comments/ 141226 views/ 17 favorites Marla Sue By: TxRad 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." Marla Sue "Oh." I replied. "Why don't you ask your mom or a married girlfriend?" "My mom's dead and has been for most of my life. I wouldn't dare ask my dad and I don't have any married girlfriends. In fact, I don't have any girl friends at all or any boy friends either, for that matter." She said sharply. "Hey, don't get mad at me. Both of my parents are dead and I just moved here, so I don't have any friends either." I shot back at her. She sat there looking at me with her mouth slightly open for a moment or two and then she closed her book and whispered, "I'm sorry, I didn't know about your parents and there was no way for you to know about my mom, so lets call it even and start over. My name is Marla, Marla Sue Thomas. I'm the local whacko that no one wants to be friends with." I chuckled and nodded my head. "I guess sitting in a tree, naked, reading a book does come under the heading of whacko but I don't see why no one would want to be your friend. You're a very nice smart lady from what I've seen so far. A very beautiful one also." I paused a second and then went on. "I'm William Clark, but everyone calls me Will. I think we could be very good friends, if we let ourselves." She nodded and said, "Glad to meet you Will and yes, I think we will be very good friends." She paused for a second, looking into my eyes and then she asked, "Did you have sex with your cousin or friend?" I returned her stare for a second, my mind racing, and then I answered, "No, not intercourse, if that's what you mean. My cousin was like you and had never touched one, only she got a little carried away and…. Well, let's just say I made a mess on her hand, chest, and belly. We had to slip around behind the barn so she could clean up at the horse trough." When I didn't go on, Marla asked, "How about your friend?" "Uh, well, that was something else altogether. She wanted to give me something to remember her by." I replied hesitantly. With a grin, Marla asked, "And what might that have been?" "Uh…." I said as I tried to think of a way to get out of answering the question. "Oh, come on, I want to know. Its things like that that I don't know about." Marla whispered. "Oral sex, you know; a blowjob." I whispered back. Marla's eyes grew wide but the grin never left her face. "Alright! Now we're getting somewhere." She whispered excitedly. "Tell me about it. Please! I've read about it but I still don't really understand it. They call it a blowjob but the girl sucks, so why isn't it a suck job?" "I don't understand that either." I said softly, stalling. When I didn't go on, Marla reached over and laid her hand on my thigh, inches from where my manhood stood up against my lower belly. "Please tell me what happened, what she did, and how she did it." She whispered softly. I started to refuse but decided to try and tell her about it. "Well, she came by my grandfather's house shortly after he left to go to town. My grandmother had always done her shopping on Thursday, so I guess grandfather thought that's when he should go. Anyway, I had finished my morning chores and was cleaning up the kitchen when she arrived. She's a year or so older than me and has a scholarship to LSU in New Orleans. Like I said earlier, we've know each other most of our lives. Funny thing is that we are just friends. Most everyone around the area thought we would end up together but it wasn't to be and we knew it. We liked each other but there was no chemistry, you know; no spark." I stopped talking as I realized that I was rambling. I took a deep breath and looked down at Marla's hand resting on my bare thigh. She saw the look and grinned as she raised her hand, slipped her fingers around my shaft, and gave it a light squeeze. I gave a soft groan and she giggled softly before she whispered, "I'll hold onto this while you tell me about the blowjob." I stuttered and stammered for a second or two before I got out, "I don't know if I can tell the story with you holding onto that." "If you tell the story with enough detail, I might try to do it. Just to see if I understand what you're saying." She said, with a teasing smirking smile playing around her lips. Her hand moved slowly up and down my shaft as she talked and I heard myself making a soft whimpering sound. "Now, you be a good boy, and tell me the story and don't leave out any of the details." She added with more authority in her voice. "You're not playing fair." I whispered, which only made Marla's grin even bigger. I took a deep breath and let it out slow. "Ok. Mary came into the kitchen and right up to me. She was talking about how she was going to miss me and how she didn't want me to forget her and our friendship. Then she's hugging me and the next thing I know, we're kissing. That's something we had never done. Let me tell you, she can kiss and I tried to give as good as I got. I was getting all hot and bothered by the kiss and the way she was pressed up against me. When my dick started to get hard, it seemed to excite Mary even more, as she rubbed herself against me." Marla squeezed my manhood lightly and chuckled as I groaned softly. "It seems as though the lady does have some feels for you or at least the hots for you." She whispered softly. "I don't understand why she didn't just fuck you and be done with it." "She's a virgin and plans to stay that way until she is married." I replied through clinched teeth as Marla's hand wandered up and down along my shaft. "If you don't quit that, I'm going to make a big mess." I added. Marla grinned and whispered, "Now, there's something I'd like to see; something that I've never seen before." She moved her hand down near the base and lightly held me there. "But I want to hear about the blowjob more, so I'll behave. Go on with your story." I cleared my throat and went on, "After a time, she broke the kiss and laid her head on my shoulder. I'm not sure who was trembling more, her or me. I felt her hand slip down between us and grab my hard on through my shorts. I know I groaned as she did. Then she asked in a shaky whisper if I'd ever had a blowjob. All I could do was shake my head. Next, I felt her hand on the snap and zipper of my shorts as she undid them. She used both hands to push the shorts down and then stepped back and looked down at my dick. With a big grin on her face, she told me to sit down in a kitchen chair." I paused to take a deep breath. "As I stepped out of my shorts and moved over to sit in the chair, she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She wasn't wearing a bra. She dropped the blouse on another chair and then slipped off her shorts. I had seen her in a bikini but never completely naked, this was something altogether different." "Tell me about her breasts." Marla whispered breathily. She was caressing her smaller right breast with her left hand, her right hand still on the base of my dick. I reached out and brushed the backs of my fingers over the hard nipple of her right breast. She jerked in surprise and then moaned softly. I hadn't realized that her eyes had been closed until then. I brushed the nipple again but she didn't jerk this time she just moaned loudly and squeezed me with her right hand. I groaned softly and lowered my hand. "Mary has breasts a little smaller than your right one and almost equal in size and shape. Where the area under your nipple is flat and round, hers is puffed up and pointy, with the nipple on top like a cherry on top of a sundae. She moved over in front of me and leaned over, her soft nipple only inches from lips and whispered from me to lick and suck it. When I did, she groaned loudly and pressed her breast tighter to my mouth. I sucked more of her breast into my mouth and bathed it with my tongue." Marla moaned loudly as her thumb and forefinger squeezed, rolled, and pulled at her right nipple. "Would you like for me to show you what I did?" I asked in a hushed whisper. Marla's eyes flew open as she took a sharp breath. Looking me in the eyes, she whispered back, "Would you?" I nodded and licked my lips as I leaned over close to her. I flicked the tip of my tongue against the hard bud of her right nipple. Marla took a sharp breath and then moaned loudly, "Oh, God, yes!" When I circled the tip of my tongue around the nub, her hand found the back of my head, another deep moan coming to her lips; her grip on my manhood tightening. She pulled at my head and pressed her breast forward at the same time. I opened my mouth wide and sucked the end of her breast into my mouth, my tongue swirling all around the soft silky skin and over the hard nub of her nipple. The moan went up a notch in volume as I felt her body shiver and shake. I sucked even more into my mouth and worked my tongue wildly as she rocked slowly back and forth, first pushing at my head and then pulling it tighter, as if she wasn't sure which she wanted or should do. Her body started to jerk and she was almost yelling. I tried to raise my head because I thought I had hurt her in someway but she wasn't having any of that and held my head tighter. After nearly a minute, she pushed at my head and I released her breast and sat up. She had her eyes tightly closed and she was breathing hard and irregular. "Are you alight?" I asked hastily. She only nodded and licked her lips. "I didn't mean to hurt you." I whispered. She shook her head and grinned lopsidedly as she gave me a gentle squeeze with her right hand. After another minute or so, she whispered, "You didn't hurt me. Far from it." She took several deep breaths, "I just had my first orgasm that I didn't cause." She took several more deep breaths and grinned as she said, "Now I know what it feels like to have my nipple and breast sucked on and boy is it more than I expected. What you were doing to my nipple and breast was shooting straight down between my legs." She grinned and added, "I feel like I'm sitting in a puddle." When I looked at her funny, she laughed and took my hand, placing it between her legs, over her sex and rubbed my fingers up and down. "Women get wet when they are excited and especially when they cum. Can you feel it? The first time it happened, I thought I had peed on myself but then I smelled it and it was sweet, musky smelling, so I tasted it and it tasted the same way." She said in a rush. I could feel the wetness and how slippery it was. It felt much like my cum and I told her so. "I wonder if it tastes the same." She whispered more to herself than to me. I pulled my hand away from her sex and brought it up to my nose. She was right about the sweet musky scent. Hesitantly, I licked at my fingers but I found the taste the same as the smell and sucked on my fingers to get a better taste. It was even sweeter and I found I liked it very much. Marla just sat there staring at me, her mouth slightly open. I looked at her and cocked my head to the side questioningly. "What? It tastes great and no it doesn't taste anything like my cum." I told her. She stammered a moment and then said, "I really didn't expect for you to taste it." I grinned at her and asked, "Do you think you're the only one that has questions? I have just as many as you do, if not more because you've had a chance to study and I haven't." "I hadn't thought of that." She whispered back. "I figured you had been with a couple of girls and knew all about sex and the stuff that goes along with it." "Well, you're wrong there. I'm just as ignorant as you are, probably even more so." I whispered back. "I know just enough to be dangerous to myself and any girl brave or dumb enough to get close to me." Marla laughed and shook her head. "I think I'm safe enough around you but you might want to ask yourself just how safe you are though." When I looked at her funny, she laughed softly and added, "At least you've had some experience. All I've ever done is tease myself, fantasize, and masturbate." Her hand moved subtly up and down along my shaft. "Myself, that is. You're the first physical contact I ever had with a boy." She dropped her eyes and whispered, "I've never even been kissed." "What!" I heard myself say. She giggled and nodded. "I find that hard to believe. You're a beautiful lady. Are the boys in this town crazy or something?" Marla shook her head and whispered, "No, I'm just too shy and afraid. I haven't let anyone get close to me, although there were a few that tried. I pushed them away and then, I guess word got around and no one else has tried in a long time. I don't go out much and when I do, I hide like I am today." "You didn't seem very shy when you said hello to me. Most girls naked in a tree would have stayed hidden and hoped not to be found." I told her. She laughed and replied, "I had to force myself to do that. I thought I knew you when I saw you on that bench and then when you found my dress I thought for sure you would take it and leave me naked here in the woods. That was scarier than you seeing me naked, so I said hello." "And the tree nymph thing?" I asked in a whisper. She shrugged and whispered back, "My way of talking myself into going naked; escaping my shell as it were. Anyway, it worked out so you ended up naked too and I got to see and touch this." She gave my manhood a squeeze. "I also got my nipple sucked and had one heck of an orgasm while you were doing it. What more could a girl want besides hearing the rest of your story." "Uh huh!" I said softly. My mind running over what she had said and finding it very informative. "Please, go on with your story. I want to learn about this blowjob thing." She whispered softly. "It was as good for me as your orgasm was earlier, for you. Maybe even more so, since she was sucking directly on my sex and not on a nipple." I told her, feeling more confident for some reason. "I understand that." Marla said and then asked, "But what did she do and how did she do it?" "Well, I was sitting in a chair and she knelt down between my knees." I said. "I wish we had a chair." Marla said, interrupting me. I looked down and pointed, "There's a stump over there that would work." "Hey, that's a great idea." Marla shot back at me as she released her grip on me and stood up. "Come on, let's climb down. You can sit on the stump and I can kneel at your knees like she did." I grinned up at her and said, "Sounds good to me." I had a feeling that things were going to get real interesting shortly and that I was one lucky guy. There was a little nagging voice in the back of my mind, wondering if I really wanted to take advantage of this shy lonely girl. She was the one that kept bringing it up, was my minds reply. There is something so sexy about a naked woman climb up or down in a tree, or at least, there is to my way of thinking. Watching her stretch and reach for the overhead limb as she moved off the platform did wonderful things to her breasts. Making them move, roll, and bob. The way her leg stretched out and her foot worked to get a grip on the spike. The way her legs were spread wide. My manhood was throbbing by the time she started down the limb. Watching her balance and then walk down the limb was a thing of grace and beauty. She had to stop and bend once to go under another limb, which drew my attention to her ass for the first time. I loved the way the muscles worked under the skin, the way it changed shape as she moved. I think that is when I became a devout ass man. Once she was on the ground, Marla stood and waited for me, watching as I climbed down. Standing in front of her, I was surprised to find that she was only a few inches shorter than my six foot height. There was also a look in her eyes that I recognized instinctively. I leaned forward and brushed my lips against hers. She jerked back slightly and then took a half step forward until her breasts were almost touching me, her eyes searching mine. I brushed her lips with mine again and slipped my arm around her waist. She took a little gasping breath and leaned into me, her breasts pressed tightly to my chest, her belly against my hot manhood. I heard us both moan softly as our lips met in our first kiss. I'm not sure who was shaking the hardest. As the kiss went on, my tongue traced her lips. Her lips parted and my tongue touched hers. It was like lighting a fuse. Her arms went around my back and she pressed herself even tighter against me, as she hugged me. My hands came up to caress her upper back, which made her moan and squirm against me. Our tongues dueled and fenced as the passion shot skyward. I felt her leg wrap around mine as she tried to pull us even closer together, just before she broke the kiss and leaned her head against my shoulder. "My, oh my, oh my, oh my." She was muttering under her breath between gasps for air. I knew exactly how she felt. My kiss with Mary had been nothing like this. It had been sweet and good but not heart pounding and exciting as this one was. I was shaking and weak in the knees from it. There was definitely a spark between us, enough of one to light up a small city or kill a man dead. The next thing I knew, we were on the ground, with her sitting astride my hips. Her slit and sex were hot and slippery as they slid back and forth along my shaft. We were both moaning and groaning softly as our hips moved. Suddenly, she gave a loud yell and a hot flood soaked my manhood and ran down my balls. I lifted my hips hard and high as my own orgasm assaulted me. My sperm squirting out in hot spurts onto my belly. Marla yelled again and then lay forward on top of me. She wiggled once and moaned softly. I could feel the heat and slipperiness of my cum smear between us. Her head nestled on my shoulder as my arms went around her and I hugged her tightly. We laid there and held each other for a while. How long I couldn't tell you but then again, I really didn't care. My mind was in a whirl and my body was enjoying the feel of Marla's skin against my own. Any movement, either of us made, caused little sparks and shocks of pleasure. I had never felt anything like it before or since. Suddenly, Marla pushed away from me, sat up, and whispered, "I need to go home." I wanted to yell no, but I knew better, down deep inside. I just nodded and looked into her China blue eyes. She took a shuddery deep breath and then smiled as she stood up. "I have to get cleaned up and ready to go to work." She whispered; a wide grin lighting up her face as she wiped at my mess on her belly. She stepped from over me, turned, and walked over to her dress. She pulled a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped at our mess, her back to me. Softly she asked, "Will you call me?" "I don't know your number." I answered back. "5755. The same prefix as your aunt." She told me and then asked, "Can you remember it?" I nodded and said, "Sure." I still remember it today. It's almost a mystical number to me. She slipped the dress over her head and settled it down over her body, taking a moment to pull her hair up and out of the back of the dress. She held it up for a moment as she turned to face me. The front of her dress unbuttoned down to her waist. I had never seen anything so sexy and sensuous in my life. She didn't look at me; she just slowly buttoned the dress up, her eyes on the buttons. "Will I ever see you again?" I asked in a whisper. Her head snapped up, a look of surprise on her face. "I was wondering the same thing." She whispered back. I slowly got to my feet and walked over to stand in front of her. She handed me the handkerchief and then grinned as she said, "We sure made a mess, didn't we." I nodded as I tried to wipe myself clean with the dry cloth. "I want to see you again." I whispered. "I was hoping you'd say that." She whispered back. "Call me around ten in the morning. I should be up by then." Marla Sue I suddenly realized that we were both feeling really shy, awkward, and venerable at that moment. I took a step forward and softly kissed her lips. She kissed me back the same way. When I broke the kiss, I whispered, "I will call you and we will see each other again." She nodded sharply and then turned quickly and almost ran from the woods. I started to run after her and stopped suddenly as I realized that I was still naked. I also realized that I would call her but I would never see her again. I think she knew the same thing. I called her house at ten the next morning and was told that she had been killed during a robbery at the store the night before. My world fell to pieces. So much for old memories and a picture from nowhere. Recently, I bought one of those external hard drives, so I could get all my personal files in order and in one place. Until then, they had been scattered over three desktop computers and a laptop. I formatted the new drive and then dumped everything onto it. I didn't even mark what came off which computer. Now I have a real problem. I have a picture of a ghost, a ghost I had forgotten, and I don't know where it came from or how it got on one of my computers. The picture is the wallpaper on my laptop as I write this. It shows Marla naked, leaning against a clothing cabinet. The cabinet is identical to one that stood in my Grandmothers room when I was young. The pine floor and the rug are even the same. Marla is carved from pure memory. Her hair is a little shorter than I remember but the rest is uncanny. Even down to the whimsical smile and challenging eyes. The more I stare at her the more solid the memory gets. As far as I know, Marla was never at my Grandparents house, so how could this picture exist. It is her; I have no doubt whatsoever. I just don't understand the how of it. Maybe one day, I'll get a chance to ask her.