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thinking he was about
to undress me – or himself – but nothing happened. When I opened my eyes to see
what he was doing, he wasn’t there any more.
    Well, he was still there, but he wasn’t on the moss with me
– he was standing a couple of feet away between a freaky looking couple . The three of them were staring at me in particularly
creepy way, so I sat up and pulled my clothes down.
    “What’s going on?” If I’d come across a couple about to do
it in the woods, I would have carried on walking. Or maybe found a secluded
spot where I could watch. What the hell were these two hippies doing?
    And they did look like hippies. All pale skin, long hair and
wispy clothes. He was taller than Dean, but a lot more slender. She was a bit
shorter, with a similar build. In fact, they looked enough alike to be brother
and sister. Maybe even twins. Their eyes looked
strange, like they were wearing purple contact lenses. The more I looked at
them, the faster my heart went.
    Nobody answered me. Not even Dean.
    “Hey, what is this?” I started to get up, but then the woman
took a step forward and I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. She was
breathtakingly beautiful. High, fine cheekbones, slanted
lilac eyes and long silver-blonde hair. Just like her brother.
    She glided towards me, each bare footstep more graceful than
the last. Movement behind her caught my eye and I saw that she had wings. Huge, membranous wings that glittered with all the colours of the
rainbow. The man had them too. At first, I thought it was some elaborate
costume, but the wings moved so organically they couldn’t be mechanical. What
were these people?
    The floaty dress that she wore was
a lighter shade of lilac than her eyes, and cut low in the front, revealing the
swell of modest breasts. I’ve never had any lesbian tendencies, but my I
couldn’t help watching the sway of her body as she came towards me. All of the
thoughts in my head went away and I held my breath, waiting for her to reach
me.
    “Don’t be afraid.” She hitched up her skirt and got down on
her knees in front of me. Her delicate hand went to my cheek, brushing a lock
of hair out of my face. Her touch was warm and gentle. I leaned into her
caress. The scent of flowers hung on her skin.
    “Who are you?”
      “You would call us
fairies.” Her smile warmed me.
    The wings. The
eyes. Fairies. I couldn’t quite process what
she’d said. I was too aware of her soft curves so close to me.
    Dean. What about Dean? I looked beyond her and saw him
standing similarly rapt, gazing into the eyes of the man who held him by the
wrist. I felt a moment of jealousy, then she stroked my cheek and the envy
disappeared.
    Her eyes drew me back in and she came closer. Her full lips
parted and I forgot to breathe. When her lips touched mine, it was like the
first sip of water after a long distance run. I opened my mouth and let her in,
tasting the sweetness of her mouth. She was intoxicating.
    I let her push me down on the moss, eager to have more of
her. She straddled me, her tongue still in my mouth. Her hands went to the tail
of my t-shirt and she pulled it up. We stopped kissing long enough for her to
take it off, then her hands were on my breasts and I collapsed back on the
floor. The way that she touched me made my pussy stream with juice. I fumbled
at my skirt, desperate to give her access to every part of me. She leaned back
and shrugged off her gossamer dress.
    Her body was luminous. Her fair skin glowed with a
glimmering life energy that brought my fingers up to touch her. Before I could
lay my hands on her shapely breasts, she got up, pulling me with her. “Not
yet,” she said and guided me back over to Dean.
    My boyfriend was standing with the fairy man, staring into
his eyes. Both of them were as naked as the fairy girl and I. Dean’s cock was
hard as an iron bar, but his impressive erection was put to shame by the one
his fairy was sporting. Looking at them like that made my