"Dryad"( FF oral fant ) I had taken the afternoon off, shamelessly skipping school to take a drive into the country. I felt the sun shining warmly on my face and hands as I drove farther from civilization; the day was lovely. I pulled off down a secluded road, familiar to me. Farmers' fields gave way to fragrant grasses and wildflowers, which slowly melded into trees. I turned, and the pavement ended abruptly. This was where I stopped. Parking my truck, I got out, slipping my lunch and a book into the pockets of my jacket. After making sure the truck was locked up, I headed into the woods. I walked until I could no longer hear the traffic from the road, and then planted myself at the base of a large oak tree. I ate in silence, letting the sound of the birdsong around me erase even the memory of city noises from my mind. I had intended to read my mystery novel, but instead found myself closing my eyes and leaning back against the rough bark of the tree, caught in the sort of warm drowsiness that only ever happens when you are totally relaxed and content with the world. I don't know how long I must have sat there, quietly dozing, but when I finally opened my eyes, there was--someone--standing before me. Call her an elf, call her a sprite, a dryad, a nymph, or a faerie; it doesn't matter. Words were useless; she simply *was*. She was tall, slender, and elegant, with a crown of leaf-green hair curling gently around brown-tanned breasts. She stood before me, naked--beautiful--and completely wild. I blinked, stunned, and in a moment of dazed comprehension my glance flicked to the tree behind me, before returning to her. She smiled, and nodded. As my eyes traced the elfin lines of her features, a small corner of my mind asked me when I was planning on running away screaming (now would do fine, thank you), but when my eyes met hers I could no more have moved than I could have flown. Her eyes--green, I think, with shadowy pools of blue--held me captive, and I can't hope to make you understand what they did to me. I don't understand myself. For an instant I felt dizzy, like I was falling, which quickly gave way to a rising sensation of warmth between my thighs that pulsated through my body, filling and quickening it. I began to slide my jacket from my shoulders, but a slight headshake prevented me. She held out a hand to help me to my feet, and I thrilled to the touch of her silken brown flesh. She began walking away from the oak--leading me by the hand. We were no longer holding eye contact, but it hardly mattered. I belonged to her. When we had walked well away from the tree, she stood squarely before me. Light as thoughts, her fingers pulled my jacket off, letting it drop to the earth. Button by button my blouse fell away, followed by my jeans and underclothing. All the while, she stroked my exposed flesh, exploring it, familiarizing herself with it. Her dancing touch left me breathless with need. Finally, when I was as joyously nude as she, she pulled me into her arms, fastening her mouth to mine. We were a beautiful piece of living art; brown and green melded with cream and gold, dappled by sunlight. A soft moan escaped my lips when she broke contact and gently lowered me to the ground. Her hands passed over my breasts, pausing briefly to toy with my erect nipples as she began a trail of soft, wet kisses along the base of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her soft green locks in a strange mixture of awe and desire. Her mouth moved to my breasts, her fingers moving accordingly lower to trace delicate patterns along the sensitive flesh of my abdomen. I shivered deliciously under her touch, changing quickly to a gasp when her hand slid between my thighs. It remained there for a long moment, darting teasingly in and out of the folds as I cried out and arched my back. My entire body throbbing to the tune she played on me, I gently stroked her face with a trembling finger before pulling her toward me, hoping for a kiss. My nipple was warm where her mouth had been, cooling quickly as the wind dried the moist flesh. She paused an inch from my face and smiled, her amazing silver eyes glittering. Without warning, she thrust her fingers deep inside me. I wanted to howl, to cry, to laugh; I didn't know *how* to react--what escaped from my throat was a low whimper. The fingers retreated as swiftly as they had entered, and with a teasing smile she slid her glistening fingers along my lips, wetting them with my own moisture. I kissed the digits, taking them into my mouth one by one and licking them clean. *Now* she kissed me, her tongue meeting mine as we shared my body's taste. Suddenly on fire, my hands began roaming her body, kneading her breasts and her buttocks. I broke the kiss and sat up, gently pushing her onto her back. My mouth and hands were everywhere, hungrily exploring the silk of her flesh. My tongue darted across her breast, and she lifted a hand to my head, guiding me to a hard nipple and holding my head in place as I began to suck. To my surprise, I tasted milk and would have pulled away if I could, but her hand on my head remained firm. My eyes closed, the warm, sweet fluid sliding down my throat excited me anew. She seemed to sense this, sending her hand once more to stroke the hot flesh between my legs. After a while she reached her free hand to her breast, pinching the nipple to break my mouth's seal. With a gentle push she positioned me on my hands and knees, sliding herself backwards so that her head was right between my knees. She removed her hand, but before I could even register the thought, I felt her warm tongue sliding wetly where her fingers had been. I moaned, clenching my hands into fists and driving my fingernails into my palms. I recalled the fluid I had licked from her fingers and shivered, moaning louder. My tongue touched my lips, but the taste was gone. I rose quickly, ignoring the reproving glance in violet eyes as I turned myself around, repositioning myself on top of her. Her legs were together, but she quickly opened them at my gentle touch. I bent my head to her soft opening and slid my tongue inside. She shuddered beneath me, making the first sound I had heard from her: a soft, animal moan. The sour-sweet taste filled my mouth and nose, and I lapped quicker, thirsty for more. Once more I felt her questing tongue between my thighs, faster and harder than before, and I adjusted my rhythm to match. She shuddered beneath me, crying out in a voice like birdsong. Her tongue began to falter as mine drove deeper, until she gave up entirely and concentrated on herself. I felt her hands caress me from below, and her moans began to increase in volume. Her hands fell away after a moment, and her back suddenly arched, a piercing scream escaping her lips for a long moment before it fell into a whispered moan as her body went limp. I drew my tongue against her one last time, watching in satisfaction as her body twitched in aftershock. I rolled off her and sat next to her, admiring her beauty as she moaned and gasped for breath. But she wasn't done with me. She rose to *her* hands and knees, shoving me to the ground as she buried her face in me. Once again, she thrust her fingers inside me, probing from the inside the area that her tongue was massaging on the outside. Her other hand stroked my buttocks, rubbing the sensitive area at my tailbone. A shriek tore from my throat as the heat inside me suddenly tripled, my heart pounding between my legs as my entire body throbbed more and more urgently. Every time I thought I couldn't possibly stand any more, her finger would delve deeper, her mouth press harder, until I felt like I was going to explode. And then I did explode; the waves of my climax turning me to stone and turning my mind to jello until there were no thoughts at all. I thought I must have fallen asleep; when I opened my eyes next, it was full night. She sat before me, patiently waiting with my clothes folded neatly beside her. She watched me dress silently before taking my hand and leading me back to her tree. I looked at her uncertainly as we stood beneath the oak branches. She seemed to sense my confusion. Once again she stared me in the eyes, and I wanted her all over again, though with less urgency. I reached for her, but she shook her head. "Return," she said firmly in her birdsong voice, taking my hands and pointing me toward my parked truck. She let go of me and I stared into the darkness. "When?" I asked, turning around. But she was gone. * * * I came back, of course; the very next day. Every day for almost two months, in fact. We made love each time, she and I, and I would wake later and later each time. And she would be waiting for me, seated patiently on the ground with my clothes folded neatly beside her. After a while, my skin began taking on a healthy summer tan. My friends complimented me on it when they saw me, which was becoming less and less often. Occasionally I would run into someone I hadn't seen in a while, and they would ask me if I had been swimming. "Why?" I would ask. The friend would shrug and explain that in certain light, my hair looked sort of--greenish. I would agree that I had been swimming a lot lately, and that it must be the chlorine, and I would go away wondering if that friend was going a little too heavily on the pot. My hair had always been that color. After a while, the questions changed to "You dyed your hair, huh?" And "You've been going to tanning salons?" I always nodded and agreed. It was easiest to humor them. The last time that I ever saw her, she had seemed preoccupied all night. She seemed sad almost, but somehow proud at the same time. Actually, I realized, she had been like that for the last couple weeks, but tonight it was almost unbearable. I had asked her about it before, but she would only shake her head and smile. She had never spoke to me, not since the first night. "What's wrong?" I pleaded as she stripped me, trying in vain to ignore the fire in my loins. "Nothing is wrong," she whispered, startling me. Then she was on top of me and my concern was forgotten. My head was pillowed on her lap as she stroked me, and I grasped her free hand with one of mine. She smiled down at me tenderly, her face growing a little sadder the closer I came to orgasm. I see it all too clearly--now. At the time, I had other concerns. She knew when it was time; she knew me well enough by then. "I love you!" she cried when I was on the verge, kissing me fiercely as tears streaked down her cheeks and I was overcome. What happened next had happened every night for the past two months, but this time I was awake for it. I became a tree. No, not a tree--a tree *sprite*. A dryad. A faerie. And this time it was for good; she had known. It all made sense now. * * *