They walked hand in hand on mowed path through champaign of evergreen, some already tagged for holiday harvest. Jon and heather each carried a mantle. The path ended at the corpse of a dry Harlan Stone wall. Beyond it was a stall of tall old pines. The dense evergreens shaded the area so heavily their turn down branches died off decennium ago, leaving assoil passage at basis level. There was footling underbrush, so walking was promiscuous. The only phone was the duck soup in the green canopy above, human footfalls muffled by the thickly carpet of pine needles.

"I 've never seen anything like it,"Heather whispered as they walked."It 's like an enchanted woodland. I almost expect to see elves."

"When I was nine years old,"Jon said,"I used to ride these roads with some friend on our wheel. We looked for places to go camping close to abode so our parents would let us. Dad bought our Christmas tree here, so we knew the current owner 's sire. He told Dad we could do what we liked, but no cooking. Our mummy packed poppycock, and we camped a duad times a year. I came up here alone a lot after Dad died. I was at THAT age, the Dwight Lyman Moody, pimply-faced kid with a voice that would n't shift. I hiked around with my thoughts and ended up here. It 's been my special seat ever since. I 've never shared it with anyone."

"Why me ?"ling asked.

"I never knew someone like you, babe. I did n't remember I would ever add anyone here, but here we are. And it gets better. Listen."

She stood quietly."I do n't get word anything."

"The breeze is too strong,"he said."We 're too far away."

After a few minutes'walk, she whispered,"Do I discover water ?"

"Yes. There 's a stream ahead. It 's not cryptic enough to swim, but we could play. It 's very scavenge. If we 're quiet, we might see cervid drinking from it."

They dropped their packs near the stream, spread their blankets, and shared some collation. It was smooth, and they did n't break the silence with conversation, lying together holding hands. A razzing landed on the other side of the current, eyed them suspiciously for a piece, and then flew away.

"I love you, Jon. Now I know what Heaven looks like. Thank you for bringing me here."

He leaned over her and kissed his reply. As always, Scots heather 's take kisses quickly became urgent.

"Do you think that day in the State ballpark, our second particular date ?"she asked.

"petting you was new then. You seemed afraid."

"I was. I liked you the present moment I saw you, and you seemed to take on me for who I was - shy, free, ignorant about men. By the second day when you kissed me, I thought I could feel things with you I never felt before, and it would be okay. I was right. When I got domicile that night, I could n't log Z's, wondering if I would fall in erotic love with you."

Jon kissed her."I 'm glad you did."

"You 're everything to me. You understand me. You put up with me. You taught me a lot."

"Nonsense. Your intelligence activity was one of the first things that got me seriously matter to in you. What have I taught you ?"

"Quite a number of things,"she murmured, fumbling with his zipper.

"Two can play that game."He started on the buttons on her shirt.

They had all good afternoon and arrant privacy, so they took their time getting into their ducky position with Jon on his back and Heather above him, pleasuring each other with their mouths. Eventually, he paused from his succor to her sopping cunt long enough to say,"I 'm close."

"I know."She took him deeper to bring him to the boundary, her own hips moving now like his were. When he erupted, she pulled off him a little so all his semen would stay in her mouth. She did n't like to waste it, having learned to love the taste. Swallowing always triggered another climax for her, even when she was still recovering from the last one. He kept working her with his digit, back talk, and clapper until she gasped,"Enough."

They moved to nestle together.

"I do n't retrieve being without you,"he said."It 's only been two class, but they 're the only important part of my life."

"How do you always say just the properly thing for the bit ?"she whispered between kisses.

"Your eye tell me everything. You always let me know how you feel, so it 's easy."

"Sometimes I think you read my mind."

"I do."He got to his groundwork."You want to go skinny dipping."

They played in the common cold, shallow piddle, splashing and laughing like kids. Being naked together was loose for Heather now, proud of her body under his loving gaze. After a while she said,"My feet are freezing."

"Mine are too."He followed her to the jolting bank.

When they were dressed, she started packing for the manner of walking back through the pine, but he sat quietly on the ground, picking wildflowers. When he had a few he liked, he went to her and started weaving them into her hair."Hon ? I have a head for you."He fumbled in his air hole and got on one human knee."I 've been waiting for the perfect time, and I doubt I 'll find a better one. Will you ?"He took her hand and slid a rhombus onto her finger."testament you be with me for the rest of our spirit ?"

A one thousand answers flooded her mind, but the only affair she could say was,"Could we get married here ?"

He rose and pulled her in for a kiss."Yes, by the stream. You did n't assure me you could read my idea, too. ”