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Marla Sue

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 naГЇve 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.

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

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