The Forest Fairies

By: Suzy Suburbanite

That night was supposed to be just fun--a lark. There was Edward on the piano and Cowboy John on the guitar. There was "Cousin Howard" regaling us all with tall tales of snowmobiling "The Grand" as Linda played at playing the washboard. We all laughed hysterically, loudly, without a care in the world.

Althea mixed the drinks that night--and we all drank. We drank, and we ate, and we sang, and giggled. We laughed. Good Lord, we laughed until it hurt. We laughed like school kids at mid-spring recess. We toasted "Howard's" tales of climbing The Grand Teton--where he'd never been. We toasted Erin's lie about her new pussy ring. Then, we laughed, and we laughed, and we laughed again, and again.

"To the Queen of England--Here, here!"

"To the King of Siam--Here, here!"

"To President Carter—Here...what?"

We all laughed with tears streaming from our happy eyes. And, then we all drank some more, and then we laughed again!

Joanne toasted Edward, and they went to celebrate. Then Cowboy John toasted Rhoda, and they excused themselves for a tryst on the riverbank. Then my Mom toasted my Dad, and they raced out of the room. Then the other Edward toasted Jonathan, and went to weave a gay little cocoon.

Then the room was empty, but for us silly singletons; drunk and being buffoons...Well us, and two other couples that had been fighting the day away.

Then Marilynn, one of the fighting women, decided to toast me anyway...

"Wait!" I objected, "Wait, I'm not--not..."

She ignored my pleas, saying while looking towards her husband, "Come Jolie, I'll teach you about Forest Fairies, it'll be fun, you'll see."

We rushed into the cool, clear night under the infinite Wyoming stars. Running hand-in-hand with excitement, towards the sleeping horses behind dark corral bars. Our breath made mystical clouds of fairy dust as we laughed drunkenly, stumbling into each other in a silly revelry.

Marilynn stopped at the south gate, "Jolie, Jolie, Jolie," she sang my name; "I'll feed you to the Forest Fairies tonight, Jolie."

The next thing I know, Marilynn's dress is in a pile around her feet. Her lithe body glowed blue in the moonlight, her eyes twinkled clear and black with the promised adventure of the Forest Fairies.

"We'll ride naked through the night Jolie," she continued her song as she shed her bra and panties.

"Marilynn--I--I..."

"We'll ride together, naked and aroused," she whispered excitement as she undressed me. "To the Forest Fairies we'll ride, naked and free."

I stood and shivered in the crisp quiet night until Marilynn returned with our mount. The mighty black mare Sappho stood shimmering with anticipation. She wore no saddle, no bridle, no lead to guide her; she was as naked as Marilynn and me.

"Come with me darling" Marilynn said with liquid seduction, "come and let our randy Nubian bitch lead us to the little death that waits for is in the forest."

Sappho gently whinnied in agreement; her hindquarters invitingly trembled as Marilynn reached for my hand.

"But who are the Forest Fairies?" I begged.

"Oh, you'll see!"

"And what death awaits us?"

"Oh, you'll see! You'll see!"

So I climbed on board Sappho, with my new friend Marilynn, and we galloped into the night to see...so I could see the Forest Fairies.

"Please be gentle Marilynn, I'm only sixteen."

-- End The Forest Fairies --