A Summer Pastoral
“Put your phone away, Jorge!” Bea automatically responded to a beeping sound across the room. She watched the high school junior as he rolled his eyes and tucked the cell away in his jeans pocket.Bea should have confiscated it. As she turned away, she noticed several other plastic and metallic flashes in the late afternoon light spilling across the room as other students stashed their phones.
Bea glared at the clock, daring it to move slower. If this had been any other day, she would have lined them up and confiscated them all. She had told them to bring books to class to read on this last day of term. She should have had something else planned, some fun English Grammar games or something, as she had in years past. Even a party, since she wasn’t coming back next year. She was surprised she had even made it through to the end of the school year in the months since Derek’s death. As soon as she went by his old classroom, where he had taught history, and picked up the last of his things, she could mark “done” to this part of her life and move on. It was too painful to continue to work in the same school where they had both worked, thinking she might run into him even though he’d been dead for six months.
Bea tried not looking at the clock until she’d done a full turn of the room, the growing undercurrent of restless teenagers revealing the time as well as any clock. It had to be within five minutes of time to go.
“Okay, it’s been a good year, folks, but I think you’re as ready to leave as I am. Get your books together and get out of here.” Bea’s voice was lost in the thunder of sound as her students gathered their backpacks and books together and headed out the door just as the bell rang.Bea felt a little ping go off inside her as at last she could let go of the self-control she had clung to since January. Just let me make it home.
But what was home these days?
“The students wanted one last chance to say goodbye to Derek.” John, the school’s principal, waved Beatrice into the classroom. For a moment, a finger of late summer sun ringed his head as a halo.Beatrice blinked to fend off the glare, and then it was gone. On one of the desks was a box of items that, until that afternoon, had been in one of the school display cases.The teacher that had filled in since Derek’s death had put the remnants of Derek’s teaching life into a box; all set and waiting to go home one last time.
Beatrice looked at the collages, essays, poems, and other items that Derek’s students had made and dedicated in his memory, mixed with his own pictures and nick-knacks. One of the photographs was of he and Beatrice in hiking gear, standing on Half Dome together. His blue eyes sparkled out of the picture, as bright as if he were right there. Beatrice stroked the picture.
“Derek always had a–” Beatrice felt her chest sinking, her breath coming short, legs failing her.
“Whoa, there!” John’s baritone voice came close behind Bea’s ear as he caught her before she fell. Bea felt strong arms guide her to one of the desks.When she caught her breath again she looked up. Kind eyes looked down at her, concern showing in the principal’s face.Beatrice didn’t remember ever noticing before how green his eyes were, framed by brown curly hair. A chill rushed over Bea, like an invisible hand brushing over all her sensitive zones, followed by a flush and leaving her gasping for air. Desperately she grasped the arms that still held her.
Move on, Beatrice.
Head jerking up, Beatrice looked around the classroom for the voice.
“Did you just say something?” Beatrice caught an earthy smell coming from the principal and shook her head to clear it.
“Should I call the doctor? You don’t look very well.”
“I’ll be fine. I think this is shaking me up more than I thought it would.” Beatrice loosened her hold on John.
“How long you two been married? Twenty years? Real thing, true love and all that, right? You’re bound to still be having a hard time. Did you go to that counselor I recommended?”
Beatrice nodded, trying to catch her breath before speaking,”It’s been six months. I keep thinking it should get easier, eventually, but it doesn’t.”
“I don’t think it ever gets easier.You just learn how to move on, and live as a monument to their memory.”
Beatrice sat looking at the carved words in the desk and heard, rather than saw, John move to another seat. His voice had gotten thick and husky, the way Derek’s had. Beatrice seemed to feel another invisible hand moving up over her legs and thighs.
It’s okay, Beatrice!
This was getting impossible. She needed to get this over with and get home.
“You don’t have to do this now, you know. You can come back later.”
“No, I-I need to do this now. I’m using this summer to get my life together again. In August I’m going to take Derek’s ashes to our special spot, where we used to go camping at Yosemite.I want all of this taken care of by then. ” Beatrice forced the words out, trying to sound calm, normal.What was going on with her? She took a steadying breath, pulling her dark brown hair behind her ears.
“Let me help you load your car. Follow you home. Make sure you’re okay.” Beatrice was lulled by the concern in John’s voice.She was in no shape to do this on her own, but eventually she needed to, and the best time was now.
“Thank you for offering, John, but I need to do this.”
The drive across town had been accomplished on autopilot, Bea making turns and stops she’d made hundreds of times before. At one of the many stop signs a breath of icy air brushed up Bea’s neck and cheek, in the sweet spot Derek had always kissed, sending frissons down her spine, across her abdomen, setting off goose bumps that rushed over breasts.Nipples hardened and Bea felt herself grow moist and flush like she hadn’t been since before Derek had died.
Beatrice.
Beatrice gasped, stomped on the brake, and looked around. The voice she kept hearing had come from somewhere, hadn’t it? Behind her she heard the squeal of tires on pavement and the blaring of a car horn as the car behind her came to an abrupt stop and then drove off around her. Glancing in the rear view mirror, Bea pulled over until her heartbeats returned to their normal rhythms, flush receding, waiting for the shudders between her clenched legs to subside. Beatrice squirmed in her seat wondering what had gotten into her.Starting her car up again, she continued on. The sooner she got home, the better.
“Chica, you need to let me go and move on with your life. I’ll always love you, but I want you to be happy. So go be happy.” Derek smoothed Beatrice’s hair down, kissing her behind the ear in the one spot she couldn’t resist while his hands wandered over her body.
Panting, Beatrice sat up in bed, breathless from the dream, heart racing. She had dreamt about Derek since his death, but never like this. Never this real or this disturbing. Forcing herself to get up, Bea got some water, walked around, trying to let the dream recede so she could forget the most disturbing part of it all. In her dream, Derek had had green eyes.
“Bea! We’re going for a swim. Wanna come?” Bea’s cousin, Myra, the typical blonde soccer mom, had been putting together towels and a backpack full of food for the trudge to the swimming area.Children of varying ages between 4 and 10 ran around in swimsuits and flip-flops as she parceled out who carried what.Next to her another woman, Bea’s sister Liz, a little shorter, a little stouter, a little browner, was patiently stopping the children long enough to pull t-shirts and shorts over the swimsuits. Bea walked over and was immediately pulled into the comforting maelstrom that accompanied everywhere her family and their children went. Absentmindedly she reached to hold a young nephew’s shoulder so her sister could pull up his shorts with one final tug.
“Joe and Robert are going to come along, as well.” Myra handed a small pack off to her 10-year-old son before pushing him towards her husband. “We’re bringing snorkels and stuff.” She was trying extra hard to convince Bea to come along.
“No. Thanks.It’s our last full day out here and I need one more day to say goodbye to Derek up there.” She nodded towards the meadow.She had been meaning to spread his ashes there, surreptitiously of course, but every day something had held her back. She just couldn’t let them go. Couldn’t let him go.Wishing everyone a good time, Bea waved and moved off in the direction of her pastoral paradise.
Bea sighed with relief as she paused at the entrance of the sun-kissed glade.It was only been a mile, but was all uphill and she was not the woman she had been when she and Derek first started coming up here.They discovered it on their honeymoon, figuring that camping was less expensive than going to a resort and more their style anyway.The day they stumbled upon this clearing had been one of those magical days; sunshine tempered by a slight breeze coming down off El Capitan.A surge of musky spice had been in the air and it was as if the sunshine meadow had been made for them, which was easy to believe when you were 20 years old and had the rest of your life before you.
Bea remembered the spark she felt as she held Derek’s hand upon entering the meadow.Traveling the length of her spine down to nerves between her legs, it had set her throbbing with desire.Looking up into his clear blue eyes, it was as if the rest of the world no longer existed.He had pulled her back close to his chest, wrapping her up in his arms, hands hot and wandering beneath her T-shirt and jeans.
“You thinking what I’m thinking?” Derek’s voice had gone husky with desire, sending a thrill through Bea’s ear and down her spine.Giggling, she had turned around in his arms to reach up his tall body, pulling his neck down.She remembered how the strands of his dirty blonde surfer hair brushed her face as she pulled his lips to hers.Every time she kissed him it had felt like coming home, but this time, in this glade, that feeling was amplified. Lips joined, they stumbled across the meadow to the relative privacy near the trees by the bank, leaving a trail of clothes like breadcrumbs, forgetting they might need them later on.The possibility that someone might show up hadn’t even crossed their minds.
She and Derek had been together before, but that day in the meadow was as if they’d rediscovered one another.It was like that every time they had come here afterward. In this clearing, they felt the freedom to experiment that they didn’t at home in the privacy of their own home, confiding thoughts that otherwise remained locked up in the recesses of their hearts. Their marriage was made stronger by this magical meadow.
Back on that day, their first time in this field, Bea remembered how Derek held her against the tree, pistoning into her, his jacket, full of the smell of him, protecting her from the rough bark.With a sigh, one corner of Bea’s lips lifted as she thought of it.They had moved to ground level, Derek turning her around, with her round young ass in his face, she wasn’t sure what to expect, just having sex in the open had been an adventure. A twinkle overtook the tears in Bea’s eyes as she remembered the shock she felt when Derek had found her G spot.He had forced her chest down, pulling her buttocks up, stroking her nub with his fingers.She felt like a cat in heat then, spreading her knees wide, waving her ass in the air, but open, oh, she had felt so open.Open and wet and ready, a hole looking to be filled.When Derek finally plunged his turgid penis into her, she had bellowed like a cow, convulsing as he found the spot that sent her bucking as he thrust into her over and over again. Yet, even that wasn’t enough; she wanted even more of him in her.
Derek played with all the nerve endings in her clitoris, pumping into her, when she felt a small wet finger caress the area from her vagina up towards her anus, teasing the rim before pulling back along the taint.She yelped in response to the jolt shooting through her nub. As her breasts dug into the loamy earth, she felt as Gaia must have when She received the sperm of the Sun, hissing into Her waters.Quivering and arching, when Derek finally seemed to squeeze as many orgasms out of Bea as they thought possible at the time, he let go with his own hot spicy load of life. Pheromone drunk, shivering in reaction to all the energy they just expended, they spent the entire afternoon entwined, slick from sweat, saliva and juices.
The other corner of Bea’s mouth tilted up as she remembered how sore they were the next day.
It had all felt so wonderful as they’d spent the time between bouts of love making talking about their future, their dreams, the children they wanted, but never had.At that thought, the corners of Bea’s warm brown eyes pricked with a familiar sting. Impatiently, she scrubbed at her face. After all the crying she had done over the last summer grieving over Derek’s death, Bea was surprised that her eyes weren’t stained with salt or her cheeks furrowed with the track of constant tears. Now that he was gone, she felt the full weight of her 40 years as she never felt when he was alive.He had been her big blonde boy, her sunshine, and she had been his fiery chica earth mama.Now she just felt old. Heaviness dogged her steps as she crossed through the late summer riot of wild flowers.Despite her grief, as Bea looked around the meadow and took a deep breath, she felt something down inside her relax. This had been their sacred spot.She savored her hikes to this place while on this current vacation with her family, relishing the refuge it had become the last couple of weeks as she wrote in her journal, read, made plans, away from nosy good intentions. While they did their best to try to make her happy, Bea found her friends and family’s attempts at cheeriness and suggestions of “things to do” to be depressing, which is what they did when they felt she was sinking into her grief again. Even after she assured them that she was fine, just fine. When Derek was alive he had been the buffer between her and her family, and now he was gone. She didn’t want any interference in mourning him in her own way.
Bea made her way to her favorite spot in the meadow — a pine tree that looked out over a small stream turned sluggish in the dryness of late summer. She liked to “nest” beneath the tree with a blanket. Derek had loved this glade as much as she had. Hallowed ground, he had called it, and hallowed they made it, every time they made love here.
As the sun moved over the meadow, Bea read a little, wrote a little, stopping to watch the birds and listen to the insects hum. This vacation was her breathing space — a chance to regroup and see where she should go. She wanted her grief to make her stronger, not weaker –able to forge ahead and face whatever challenge lay ahead.The only regret she had was that she and Derek hadn’t been able to have children. Tomorrow she would go home and back to her life, moving on just as Derek’s voice kept trying to urge her to do.
As Beatrice felt warmth of the sun as she buried herself in a book, a peculiar lassitude coming over her at the stillness of the meadow, the hum of insects.Time passed as she fell into the trance of the summertime reader.
Beatrice started, suddenly aware of the silence around her, but for a zephyr brushing back the hair from her forehead. The meadow was waiting.Beatrice waited with it, startled at the music that soared over the glade. Piping pierced her heart, mixing the sharpness of grief with the sweetness of love.The haunting came from everywhere, echoing in the forest like a lost tune looking for a home.
Beatrice sprang up, compelled to follow the poignant music.She may have run unheeding into the forest to get lost forever if the Piper hadn’t appeared then. Slowly he strolled in her direction, yet casual in his steps as he played upon his pipes. Tall and broad, the sun glinted off his golden skin, outlining the muscles moving along his bare body.It took her a moment to realize he was nude, walking through the meadow as if he owned it.Naked though he be, it was she who felt stripped and exposed, as she felt the subtle threat in his approach. She barely noticed as he stopped before her, finishing off his tune to lay down his pipes and take her hand.Looking down then, at their clasped hands, she realized she was naked, too — bare as the day she was born — all her middle-aged pounds and curves exposed for him to see. Bea could feel herself blush a bright fuchsia and begin to pull back, stammering.He stopped her with a finger to the lips.Then she truly looked at him.
Deep, forest green eyes that hinted at humorous glints of playful sunshine gazed down at her.Dark, curly hair surrounded his face, with two curls that poked up on either side of his forehead, suggestive of faun’s horns, bringing her attention back down to his face.His pointed goatee seemed to draw the direction of her gaze further down as she noticed the hair that grew down his chest, getting thicker as it grew closer around his loins.She drew in her breath as she noticed he was stiff and, panicking, pulled away again.The hand holding hers remained firm and the finger that had stopped her lips now moved to her chin and tipped her gaze back up to his face.
“Come, come!I have been watching over you for the last twenty years. You have been worshiping in my glade for the last fortnight, and indeed, every time you and your beloved came by to visit. Each moan, every grunt, all the lovers’ sighs of delight a testimony to my sacred space. Do you honestly think I am here to harm you?”His voice was rich and deep, carrying with it the wind through the trees, the rolling of water over rock, and the age of the mountains.
“Y-your glade?” Bea blushed as she remembered all that they had done here since their first visit. Her stomach flopped, legs going weak, but whether in fear or desire she couldn’t say.As realization dawned, Bea trembled in awe.
“Pan!”
“Aye, some have called me that, long ago.Puck, I was once. I’ve been known as Raven or Coyote or Spider – Green Man. These days I’m just the Spirit of the Forest, though it lacks the punch of Puck from the bad old days.” Pan’s eyes took on a wicked gleam, reflections of wild and riotous couplings in the deepest, darkest parts of the forest. Then the gleam subsided to a more civilized glow.
“You can call me John, but personally, I prefer the name Jack.Nice, solid name, Jack –”
“Did you say John? As in–?”
“Only sometimes, when he lets me dwell within him so I can accomplish what needs to be done.”
Pan stopped as Bea’s knees began to buckle, her eyes glazed, breath shortened.Hadn’t she gone through this once before?
“You did pretty well.Most people collapse within the first two minutes. You lasted five.” Jack grinned as he caught her in his arms before she fell down.His teeth were sharp and white, canines sparkling in the sun.Bea’s heart caught on something then. Though fearsome, his smile brought the sun out to shine from behind the trees in his eyes. Dimples played around the corners of his mouth. Possibilities were in that face.Danger, fun, mischief, play — and then the feel of his strong arms as he held her crept through her already overloaded senses.This close she smelled the tangy, muskiness of him.It started a fire in her chest, igniting her nipples into fine points, sensitive and erect. As he swung her up in his arms, they brushed his chest sending tremors throughout her body. Somewhere she heard a small animal call out and realized it was her.
“Now I really have you where I want you!” Jack quipped. He carried her as lightly as she hadn’t been carried in years, bringing her back over to the tree by the stream and her nest, the remnants of civilized behavior. Tentatively she put her arms around his neck and looked up at his face, wondering what might happen out in the wild with someone who personified Wildness.
Tenderly, Jack laid Bea down beneath the pine tree.Grinning, he brushed her hair out of her eyes, following the line of her face down to her throat, the hollow, brushing her nipples with his fingertips, and then blowing softly across her nipples, drafts coming and going. Quakes traveled down to the cleft in her legs and back up again.She struggled to move to do something to release the pent up desire that now raced through her blood. She cried out in delight, biting her lip as he pinched and rubbed.One arm pillowed her head as he gently placed himself beside her, all the while never removing his eyes from her face or her body.Slowly he moved both his hands around so that each cupped one of her breasts, bracing them as he took one in his mouth and then the other.Biting, sucking, licking, blowing until Bea couldn’t stand it anymore and cried out again, her hips undulating of their own volition; moving against him in the age-old rhythm.
The self-consciousness disappeared, replaced by certain knowledge that her aging, curvaceous body pleased this god-being – Jack.Her arms were still around his neck and as naturally as she had with Derek, Bea pulled Jack’s face to hers to meet in a kiss.
Kiss is such a small word, really. This was more than just a kiss; it felt as if in opening her mouth to his tongue that whole worlds were suddenly opened to her.He tasted of honey, cinnamon, peppermint, chocolate, all things good and sharp and sweet. Her whole world shook, tingly sensations running from her mouth down the length of her torso to her clitoris and back up again.Heart racing, breathless, she pulled back to look up into his eyes again in wonder.Her breath coming in gasps, nipples hard, body swelling in anticipation.
“I didn’t think I would ever remember how to do this again.”
Jack gave a throaty laugh.
“Oh, you’ll remember,” he said as lowered his mouth back down over hers — and her world exploded again, expanding to encompass his kiss.
Bea came back from a long way as he finally lifted his mouth and moved down to her neck. Small cries came out of her mouth as he began nipping and sucking at the soft flesh in hollow of her throat.Her hands grasped the hair on his head, taking in its scent of sage and sweet grass.Blood coursed throughout her body, hot and thick, ending in the pulsating rhythm down in her vagina as her legs squirmed with a need to hold something between them. Now he began using his hands again, sliding a hand down over her breasts, stomach and hips, smoothing over the curves – gently getting to know the geography of her body. Everywhere his hand went her pores seemed to open up to take in his touch.Instinctively she arched to meet him, wanting her body to tell him all he wanted know. Squirming with expectancy, as his mouth moved down her body, her sensuality grew in intensity.Electricity zinged down to her groin as she bucked, grinding into him.She wondered that no one heard them, as the explosions burst out her throat. What was once moist down below, was now completely wet, open, pulsing and taking on a life of its own. She opened her thighs wide, willing the sun, the trees, the earth, HIM to enter her. When she thought she couldn’t take anymore she felt his fingers pierce her as his thumb found her clitoris.She felt like a wild animal as the sensation from the nipples raced to meet the electricity she felt coming up from below.
How do you feel? she felt him ask, though his lips still suckled her breasts. Whimpers answered him as words failed her.All was sensation, and she felt as if she were the center of the Earth Herself, and all was resting on her clitoris, in her vulva, in her womb.
Close your eyes, she felt him say.Weakly, Bea shook her head. She had already lost her grasp on this reality, if she closed her eyes, she was afraid she would completely disappear.
Trust me.Close your eyes! he urged again.Bea laughed then, in the midst of another cry, Trust Pan? Right! Yet she closed her eyes all the same, only to see his eyes in her mind gazing at her.
Her brain cracked at trying to take in this impossibility, as she knew his mouth was currently taking turns on her breasts.Then she gasped again as she felt his mouth also down below, sucking, biting, and playing with her labia and clitoris, as he tasted her juices.Behind her own closed eyes he smiled down at her and she got lost in their depths, as unfathomable as a primeval forest. Shaking with paroxysms, she felt like she was bucking out of control, as it broke over her like a storm, wave after wave of emotion, release of all her pent up tensions.It didn’t end there as lips continued to move over nipples and clitoris and fingers entered her anus.Bea reared in ecstatic agony as her body failed to find any one place to focus.Tears of release poured down her face. Everything was on fire, electrified, open, as she lost complete control, bursting into convulsions.
As the spasms subsided, Bea opened her eyes, eyes drenched, throat raw from panting and crying.Jack looked up and lifted one of his hands to wipe her tears away. Bea smelled herself on his hands, felt the tremors going through her body as Jack looked down on her, eyes kind and soft.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asked as he put his arm beneath her once again to help her up. Bea could only nod as he offered her a stone cup of cool liquid.It may have been water, or wine, or liquor, but it cleared her head, reviving her back to a semblance of reality. Her body was slick, her heart as open as a child’s.
“It is no small thing to make love with a god.” Jack smiled at her and she could feel her stomach flip flop again.”You need to refresh before we continue.”
“Co-continue?” asked Bea.”There’s more?” Bea heard her voice crack.”That’s enough to make due for me for a while!”
“Bless you, Bea!” Jack laughed, “I do not ‘make due’ when I choose to dally with a maid!”
Bea blushed as she remembered his own stiff penis, “Well, yes, I guess it is your turn now, isn’t it?”
“My turn!?Bea, whether you knew it or not, you and your mate have worshiped in my glade, first offering your love year after year, and then your sorrow and heart to me for the last two weeks.I have not been worshiped like that in generations! I can do nothing less than grant you your request.”Jack took the empty cup from Bea’s hands and pulled her to her feet.
“Request?”Bea squeaked, wondering what she unknowingly asked of this god as she felt him back her up against the tree. Fear flicked briefly over her features, the rough bark only scraping a little at first before turning into the softest heather.
“To be whole.To be healed.To be able to go out into the world again a strong, independent woman made stronger by her grief, not weaker.To go forth into a new chapter in your life, ready to make your mark in the world, and seek out new possibilities.”
Bea gasped as Jack repeated back to her the same phrases in her journal.
Jack stroked her cheek, “I am healing you the best way I know how.”
With a flick of his wrists, grasping her hips, he lifted her up and onto him, slowly lowering her vulva, gliding wetly, smoothly, and easily, over his throbbing, erect penis.As her body enveloped his, she could feel his Self, envelope her Self.At first he just stayed there, waiting, feeling her get used to the sensation of her opening to him and of his Being cradling hers. The muscles in her vagina trembled in anticipation.
Beatrice thought before, when she was kissing Jack, being sucked dry by him, she had reached heights never reached before, but this was different.It was if she could feel his throbbing heart; she wanted nothing more than to be one with that heart.Her body needed his to be inside her more than it needed anything else. Her legs wrapped around him trying to force him further inside as he slowly began to move within her.Rhythmically, slowly, he thrust himself into her, holding her up as he stared into her eyes.She grasped his arms, his back, feeling his muscles move as he moved into her, over and over again.Tighter, her legs grasped him, striving to move them up and out of the way, to get as much of him as possible into her very being, her body began its ascent to the ultimate explosion.
Jack, understanding her need, began to move into her more quickly, lowering his mouth down over hers.Again, as his tongue entered her mouth she felt as if in kissing him, she was encompassing worlds.She moved to open her legs even more, to take in as much of him as possible. She wanted to encompass the world of him. Someone was grunting, making feral noises in the back of their throat and she realized it was her as tongue and penis both moved to enter her over and over again, quickening.
Close your eyes, she felt Jack tell her.This time, Bea trusted him and closed her eyes to see him “watching” her again from inside, reveling in her desire and release. That was when she realized his tongue was growing, getting rounder, developing a point, a hole, a cleft, growing stiff and turgid in her mouth.Hungrily she shoved her mouth up and down over this new development in time to the thrusts below.Fluids dripped: saliva from her mouth, sweat mingling and running down their bodies.There was no up or down, all was pure sensation, her only point of contact the gaze of his inner eyes on her. Then, as he sensed her body finally, ultimately, giving into his, his thrusts went deeper, impossibly faster.Bea felt her body shudder, quaking helplessly and mindlessly as ground herself more intimately into his body.In a sudden burst her own fluids burst forth like a damn, as he also came in her, his semen a salty burst in her mouth as it also burned inside her body.Clinging to him like a life preserver, she road out wave after wave of release until she knew no more.
Bea woke up, rubbing her eyes.She glanced at the sun lowering in the sky, and looking down realized she was, actually, naked, her clitoris and vulva still gently throbbing, miniature quakes and shudders shivering over her in waves as they settled down from recent use.Beside her sat the stone cup, with more clear liquid in it, in the company of late August blackberries.Though the glade was empty save for herself and the wildlife, she still sensed Jack, almost hearing the pipe music. Dazed, she sat there, sipping on the liquid from the stone cup as she ate the berries.He had left towels by the stream, a wild flower placed on top.
As Bea cleaned up and got dressed she realized she felt more energy than she had in years. No sore muscles, aches, or feeling raw or over used. No guilt at being with someone other than Derek.She felt light and lithe, fifteen years younger.Bea smiled softly to herself as she finished the last of the berries, savoring every last drop out of the stone cup. Whistling, she set out briskly for camp.Out in the woods, at the edge of beyond, was the faint sound of pipe music.
Three weeks later, Beatrice discovered she was pregnant.
Nine months later she had a baby boy, and he had the greenest eyes…
©2009 Rachel V Olivier
Rachel V Olivier’s erotic fiction has been published in “Sultry Shades of Christmas” (2005), edited by Nancy Jackson, “Vampire’s Ball” (2006), edited by Susan M. Sailors, and on SheVibe.com (Erotic Ink, October 2006), edited by Sandra. In addition, she has had erotica poetry published in Arch & Quiver (2006), as well as on SheVibe.com (October 2006, March/April 2007).
