 Copyright 1999 Shon Richards

 I still miss my Sunshine
 By Shon Richards

 (Additional notes at bottom of page)


 ***Author's Note-  My wife collects Barbie dolls, and
 one day, I noticed a sex one she had and had some dirty
 thoughts. I also ran a role-playing game a few years
 back where I created an extremely popular character
 that was a fairy girl.  This story was to combine the
 two elements. 

	I started on this story, and my feelings
 changed.  Some days I think it's too silly, and other
 days I think it'll be the best thing I ever write.
 it's hard to write something with that much indecision.
 ***************


	I know for certain that it started on my twenty-
 third birthday.  The entire day had been a bummer.  My
 birthday party consisted of opening three cards, treat-
 ing myself to delivered pizza and taking the day off
 work.  Not having a girlfreind meant that my annual
 dream of losing my virginity on my birthday wasn't a
 possibility.  Sinking into my couch at the same time
 I was sinking into a depression, I noticed something
 bright on the arm of the couch.  Looking casually, I
 noticed my Virginity Fairy for the first time. 

	My reaction was quick.  I screamed and jumped.
 She screamed and fell of the couch.  The heaviest book
 in reach was TV Guide, but I armed myself with it any-
 way.  Holding my pathetic weapon, I approached the side
 of the couch slowly.  I even crouched, but I was watch-
 ing my feet as I moved.  I wasn't sure what I saw, but
 I sure didn't want to step on it.

	On the other side of the couch, rubbing her tiny
 knees, was the prettiest creature that ever graced my
 apartment.  She was only a foot tall, if that.  Her
 body was covered by a transparent green toga that bare-
 ly covered the of of her legs.  As she bent down to rub
 each knee, I caught glimpses of her buttocks as her
 toga rose.  Glossamor wings adorned her back, shimmer-
 ing in the limited light.  After seeing her back, I
 thought she might be the lovliest thing under the sky.
  
	When she turned around, I knew for certain that
 she was the lovliest.  Long blonde hair that kept get-
 ting in her face crowned her head.  Despite the tiny
 size of her eyes, they sparkled with a emerald shine.
 Her nose was sharp and small, and the chubbiness of her
 face was like a small child.  It was this child like
 appearance that caused me to focus on her face.  I felt
 guilty staring at the single teardrop shaped breast
 that had fallen out of her toga. 

	"What could you have seen to freak out so
 badly?" she said casually, not really even looking at
 me. 

	"You of course, what are you?" I asked.

	She shreiked again.

	"You can see me?" she demanded.

	"How could I not see a giant bug like you?" I
 responded.  

	As usual, I said the wrong thing to the wrong
 woman.  She flew up to my face and with a very unfemi-
 nine swing, punched my nose.

	"I am not a bug!" she yelled.  "I'm your Virgi-
 nity Fairy!"

	My nose was stinging from her right hook.  I
 stood up and watched as she flew higher up to stay on
 eye level.  The wings on her back flapped slowly, too
 slowly to really fly.  It was almost as her wings were
 pushing against something.  The Fairy flew around me a
 few times, as if she was looking to nail me again if I
 called her a bug.

	When I sat down on the couch, she sat on my
 knee. She sat cross legged, and made no attempts at
 modesty.  Despite our size differences, I was getting
 an erection looking at her perfect body barey
 concealed.  I just hoped that she wouldn't notice my
 arousal since she was sitting right across from it.
 There was a definite change in her face now.  Instead
 of the childish round face, her cheeks were higher up
 and leaner.  A tiny crease appeared on her forehead as
 she was deep in thought.  She looked much older now,
 with a more mature sex appeal.  

	"It looks like no one has cursed you," she said
 while she counted off small articulate fingers.  "Your
 mother didn't have an once of gypsy blood, your house
 isn't on any old burial grounds and if you had had sex
 with a witch, I wouldn't even be here.

	"Excuse me," I interrupted, "but did you say
 you're my Virginity Fairy?"  
	
	She nodded once, her other breasts slipping from
 her toga.  While she tucked it back in I hoped she
 wouldn't notice my jeans pulsing with my hardening
 manhood.

	"Well, then I'm ready." I said.  "Go ahead and
 take my virginity away, I don't need it and you can
 have it."

	"Ha!" she said, her voice too loud from one to
 small.  "You have me confused with the Tooth Fairy.
 I'm not here to take your virginity away, I've been
 here ever since you hit puberty.  Virgins give off a
 warm fuzzy glow that's pure bliss to my kind.  I must
 admit, I've never had one person for as long as I've
 had you, but your aura is still going strong.  I know
 I'm not going anywhere."

	In other circumstances, I wouldn't be willing
 to argue with a magical being sitting on my knee, but
 this was my future sex life we were talking about.

	"You mean to tell me I'm not going to get laid?"
 I said, or maybe whined.  "Why me?  Did you just look
 at me and know you had a good home for the next
 decade?"

	She giggled, and even though I was upset, her
 laugh cheered me up.  I laughed with her and she nearly
 fell off my knee.  

	"No, sorry about you being a virgin and all" she
 said when her laughter subsided.  "Every virgin has a
 fairy living with them.  People just don't ever notice
 us.  Some unscrupulous fairies might place minor curses
 on their virgins to keep them that way, but not me.  I
 swear to you that I never caused a pimple outbreak, a
 nose hair to lengthen, or your voice breaking in
 public."

	"I have heard rumors," she whispered although
 there was no one else here, "that if a human stays a
 virgin for too long that he or she begins to notice
 things.  Usually they just see the spirit world, or
 sometimes they can drowse for water.  I've never heard
 of a human who could see their Virginity Fairy though.
 Maybe I've just been around you for so long that my
 ability to hide from you has worn off."

	"Do you have a name?" I asked, still trying to
 get used to all this weirdness.

	"Sure I do silly," she said as stood up.  She
 lifted the ends of her toga well above her hips.  Be-
 fore I could be shocked by her flashing me, she
 curtsied on my knee.  

	"My name is too long for you to pronounce but
 it translates into Sunshine-reflecting-from-the-dew-
 hanging-from-the-curves-of-a-loved-one-on-a-warm-
 summer-morning," she announced.

	"How about I just call you something shorter,
 like Sunny?"

	"Wow, my very own people name!" she exclaimed,
 happy as could be.

 **********not much, but it starts you off. My original
 plan was for the two to have sex, but I was also torn
 by having Sunny help the guy get his first love.  I
 still don't know which I like********
