Playing with a Wood Nymph

by Abby Wood

  "Oh god, oh god, oh god." She arched her back, her head coming off the couch. Jared's thumb began to thump against her back hole. Her body seized and her climax spread throughout the length of her pussy.

  "That's it, baby. Milk my finger." He spanked her again. "Keep going." Her legs stiffened, and she collapsed on top of his legs. Her breath came in heaves. He withdrew his hand and pulled her up beside him on the couch.

  "Thank you, baby."

  She smiled and nodded. "Give me a second to catch my breath."

  "No hurry. We've got all day to play." He pulled her against his side and kissed the top of her head. "Two days of Melanie and Jared time."

  Chapter Seven

  "I love you so much, Jared," Melanie whispered.

  She lay beside him. He'd slipped his arm under her head and held her close. At her words, his chest tightened. The last three weeks she had given him her love unconditionally. He sure enjoyed having her here and having mind-blowing sex with her, but love? Was that what they shared?

  Their homes might not be far apart physically, but in many ways they came from two different worlds. But maybe she was right? Lately he never wanted to leave the house, plus he liked keeping her all to himself.

  He rushed home at lunchtime everyday to see her and check up on how she had entertained herself during his absence. After work, he hurried straight back to sweep her off to the bedroom to enjoy her body. Where had the last few weeks gone? The days and nights melted into one and nothing he planned ever got finished. She only owned the few outfits he had bought, because he preferred to keep her naked in the house. The sex is great. But, committing to just one woman? Hell, I'm not ready to go there. Not yet, at any rate.

  But he did care about her. She didn't play those manipulative games like his previous girlfriends. She hadn't been corrupted by the world, thank God. It wasn't just the sex; he enjoyed talking to her, and he missed her whenever they had to be apart.

  "I don't know how I survived without you, babe." He kissed her lips, and rolled out of bed. "I know you want more from me, but . . . I'm not the kind of guy who jumps in with both feet." He raised his brows. "I've got an idea. You want to do something you've never experienced here with me yet?"

  "A new game? I liked the one we played the other night when I got to wear the silky material that pushed my breasts up to here." The flat of her hand tapped under her chin. "I even liked the spankings I got for being bad." She sat up on the bed and laughed. "Following your orders got me hot and excited."

  "Nope, this isn't one of the games we play." He pursed his lips and tilted his head. "Or maybe it is . . . . How would you like to have a few people come by the house? We'd barbecue, and you'd be able to meet all my friends."

  "Really?" Kneeling, she bounced on the mattress. "I would love that. Do they play games too?"

  He shook his head. "No." He sat on the edge of the bed, reached for her hand and gazed into her eyes. "Here's the thing. It will be a game, of sorts. You'll have to pretend you are not a nymph. People here don't go around naked. They don't touch themselves or touch others whenever the spirit moves them. At the party, you only belong to me, and around other people, no touching yourself or me . . . except to hold my hand, sit on my lap or kiss."

  Her lower lip came out, and her shoulders drooped. "I embarrass you? I have noticed on the television that none of the people act the way I do, even the people on the channels that have sex all the time. The people don't have any feelings coming from their hearts . . . not like the nymphs. Not like me."

  "No. No! You don't embarrass me. I don't want you to change at all when we are alone." He lifted her chin with his finger. "That's just the way it's done around other people. If you acted the way you normally do, people would know right away you are a wood nymph. You don't want that, right?"

  Her hair swung back and forth as she shook her head. "Of course not. I would never want to bring harm to my people."

  "Okay, so we have plans to make. You'll need a new outfit. I'll go grocery shopping, and I'll let everyone know we're having a party on Saturday." He buttoned up his shirt. "This doesn't change how you act at home when it's just the two of us, okay? Personally, I love the wood nymph, Melanie. I'll teach you over the next few days what I expect of you. Don't worry. I know you'll do great."

  "What is the reason for the party? Is it your birthday?" She stood and slipped on a pair of his old sweats she'd cut off and rolled above her knees. She remained topless because she still wasn't comfortable wearing shirts.

  "It's a party to introduce everyone to my new girlfriend." He winked. "A party for you." There, he'd given her a little rope. Hopefully that same rope wouldn't come back to form a noose around his neck.

  "Girlfriend? Oh Jared, I like the sound of that. What comes next? Marriage?" She followed him out of the bedroom. "I knew you'd eventually realize we belong together, and the trees are never wrong when they hand out blessings."

  "One step at a time, Melanie. Slow down." He rubbed the back of his neck, the imaginary noose already cinched there. He picked up his car keys off the table, bent down, gave her one more kiss for the road and waved over his shoulder. The door shut, and a high-pitched squeal came from inside the house.

  He walked out to the car with a huge smile on his lips. God, she's a delight.

  * * * * *

  Melanie locked herself in the bathroom. She held up the shimmering dress Jared bought her for the party and slipped it over her head. Her tummy rolled and pitched at having to wear something so foreign and uncomfortable. The material itched and pulled against her skin. She couldn't even muster enough courage to check her reflection in the mirror.

  She'd do what he requested today. The desire to please him overshadowed her discomfort in human clothes. She inhaled deeply and let it out. Once she gathered her courage, she'd go out and show him her new outfit.

  Would she remember the rule Jared had stressed again and again? How she must never touch her private parts in front of other people no matter what craving came over her. The party seemed more a punishment than a celebration. His friends must be stuffy and boring.

  The nymphs didn't care about clothing. Touching others added to the festive atmosphere, and ensured everyone had a good time.

  Two knocks vibrated off the door and she jumped. "Y-yes?"

  "Everything okay? You've been in there for an hour. Do you need help with the dress?"

  She shook her head although he stood on the other side of a closed door. She gazed down at the way the little black dress hugged her body, then shrugged and turned to unlock the door. She couldn't hide in there forever. Melanie swung the door open and stepped out. Jared stared without saying a word, making her more nervous by the second. Standing stock still inside the bedroom, she cast her eyes on the floor to wait for his opinion. Please tell me I don't look horrible. He walked around her and inspected every side of the dress. Her hands fisted the material at her hips. He didn't like it. Now he'd call off the party, and she'd blame herself for her stupidity.

  She didn't compare to other females he knew. She should never have come here. If she'd tried harder to convince him to live in the forest with her people, she'd not be going through this whole terrible moment right now.

  He stepped so close in front of her, his dress shirt rubbed against the front of her outfit. A jolt of awareness traveled through her body at the friction of the material against her nipples. Goosebumps rose along her arms. She never wanted to disappoint him, and failing at the simplest thing normal women managed to do without a second thought stung her pride.

  He brought his hands up and cupped each side of her face, lifting her head. She stared up into those dark, hazel eyes she adored. His thumb stroked the escaped tear trailing down her cheek. She loved him completely. Deep down, no matter how much he denied it, he felt the same way too.

  "You are absolutely, breathtakingly beautiful." His lips softened and his eyes glazed over. She recognized the truth of his words. He wore the same expression on his
face during times she caught him watching her unawares. The tenderness that came over him told her more than spoken words ever would.

  "I am?"

  "You are. You are going to make all the men want you and the women jealous." He kissed the tip of her nose. "In fact, I'm not sure I want to share you with any of them. I'm kind of getting used to having you all to myself."

  "I do not want that!" She wrinkled her nose. "I want them to like me, but I am yours, only yours, from now on." She laid a hand on her stomach. "Oh, I am so nervous. I think I might throw up. I do not enjoy getting sick."

  "I have something for that." He moved across the room and opened the desk drawer. "I was saving this for later, but after thinking about how much bringing pleasure to your body relaxes you, I think now is the perfect time." He returned to her side, holding a small package wrapped in black paper and tied with a red ribbon. She reached for it, her hands shaking.

  "What is it?" She turned the square object around and held it up to her ear. He laughed. "Open it."

  She sat on the bed, set the box on her lap and closed her eyes. She mentally painted a picture of the tenderness in Jared's gaze and the way his mouth curled at the corners. Endearing and unexpected. She wanted to remember this moment forever. She opened her eyes and carefully peeled back the paper, not wanting to rip it so she could save it in the keepsake box he gave her last week. I'm going to wrap a gift for Jared in this paper and surprise him one day.

  She smiled over at him. He sat on the edge of bed, a grin on his face. He looked adorable, and if they didn't have this big party happening, she'd take him to bed and have wild sex with him to show how pleased she was over the gift. Opening the lid, she held her breath and cocked her head. She exhaled and cocked her head the other way. What the heck is it? Nothing in the box appeared familiar.

  "Come." He motioned.

  She set the box on the bed, stood and slipped her hand into his. He nodded toward the package. "Bring your present."

  She reached back for the gift and followed him across the room. He sat on the chair and directed her to stand in front of him. He lifted her dress up to her waist, reached into the box and pulled out a thin, elastic strap. He wrapped this low on her hips.

  After gathering the rest of the contraption in the box, he pulled a piece of the strap from the back of her waist, down and through her legs, and then snapped another piece into place. When he finished, an oval plastic button with ridges lay atop her pubic bone.

  "It's pretty, Jared, thank you." She gazed down at the pink adornment, and smiled. Why would he want me to wear such a weird doodad? With my dress on nobody would see it. Doesn't he want me to show it off?

  The corners of his eyes crinkled and he chuckled. "Hang on, babe." He adjusted the strap. "Put one foot here." He patted the seat beside him. She lifted her leg and obeyed his command. He placed the pink oval directly on her clitoris and proceeded to make a few adjustments. Pleased with himself, he rubbed his hands together and chuckled. She mustered a smile, but still had no idea why such a silly contraption would make him so happy.

  He hurried over to his top dresser drawer and removed batteries from the rubber toy shaped as a giant male cock he'd used on her last night, then he walked back over to Melanie and picked another small device out of the box. He fiddled around for a moment, laughed and walked out of the room.

  "Jared?" she called, not knowing if she should follow him or stay in the bedroom.

  "Stay right there, babe." He laughed again. "Just hold onto your pants!"

  "I'm not wearing pants, silly." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, held her dress up and waited. Maybe he planned another surprise for her, something bigger and more exciting she'd be able to show other people. She really did love presents, and the things Jared brought home for her to try fascinated her. This was the first time one of his gifts had confused her.

  A sudden, electric-like shock hit her clitoris. She screamed and danced about, trying to dislodge whatever attacked her pussy. Jared's laughter from the other room broke through her panic, and she stopped moving around. How could he laugh about something that scared her half to death?

  The vibration no longer shocked her, and she dropped her dress. Crossing her arms, she concentrated on the quivering between her legs. After a few seconds, the side of her mouth lifted, and she moved her hips. So that's what this was for! The little pink toy stimulated her pussy.

  Her nipples hardened under her dress, and she rolled her shoulders, enjoying the way the silky material caressed the nerve endings. Her pussy juice coated her inner lips and brought her to a heightened sense of awareness.

  She squealed in delight, gingerly walked to the dresser and grasped the edge to steady her legs. Heat rushed inside her cunt, and her hips undulated against the pretty pink button, carrying her even higher.

  Jared stepped through the doorway. His smile faded, and he stared at her with aroused intensity. She arched her back, thrust out her breasts and met his gaze. He lifted the device and pushed a button.

  "Oh!"

  "Oh."

  "Oh."

  The pulsating button sped up and sent her over the edge to an orgasm. She clutched the dresser and reached out for Jared with her other hand. Her legs trembled and she sagged against his side.

  "Oh, Jared, thank you. That is the best present I've ever received." She tilted her head up to kiss him.

  "Mm." He pulled back. "You're okay?"

  She nodded. "I feel much better. My butterflies are gone. I think I can do this party without embarrassing you."

  "Good. Let me worry about everything. I have it all planned out." He reached down and patted the toy on her pussy. "If you promise not to tell anyone what you are wearing under your dress, you can leave it on during the party. If I see you getting nervous tonight, I'll give you a little buzz to calm you down, okay? It'll be a nice little reminder you belong to me."

  "Okay." She laughed. "You have even better games than I do!"

  * * * * *

  Melanie sashayed out of the kitchen carrying a tray filled with more drinks. She headed outside to the backyard with the grace and ease of someone who'd hosted in a group setting many times over. Jared caught her eye and smiled. Ever since they met, she had adapted to his world better than he expected, but her acting talents really took him by surprise.

  The sun had set, and he flipped on the backyard light. She'd carried herself marvelously throughout the party, and he'd never been prouder to show off his current girlfriend. The band that had tightened around his chest every time he'd thought about introducing her to his friends loosened completely after an hour of watching her play the perfect hostess.

  Of course, little things she did drew his attention, like kicking her shoes off and going barefoot at a semiformal party, but the other women had removed their shoes and thanked Melanie for making them feel comfortable enough to do so. He should never have doubted her ability to win these people over. She'd done a hell of a job convincing him what they shared together meant something special. He stood inside the doorway, out of sight from the others, and enjoyed the way she moved around as she passed out drinks. Giggling over the men and bonding with the other women. She appeared at ease among his friends.

  Jared reached into his pocket and searched for the top button on the remote control to the vibrating rabbit she wore pressed to her nub. She had become a master at hiding her reaction throughout the evening, and getting erotically stimulated made her sexier than hell. He could almost smell the arousal coming off her body. Melanie giggled and twirled without spilling the last two drinks on the tray she carried. He watched the other men appreciate the feminine way she entertained them, and his finger came off the button. A raw stream of jealousy hit him in the gut. His breath came in gasps, and he held onto the edge of the doorframe. Melanie searched for him in the crowd, found him at the door and smiled in that special way she did that drove him crazy. He smiled back and laughed, but inside adrenaline coursed through his veins.

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nbsp; His woman had known of their sealed fate since the start. Over the weeks, he'd come to know she spoke the truth because she'd proven how sincere her love was for him. Not merely with her words, but with her actions. She'd loved him, pampered him and given every little delicious part of herself to him without any restraint. Without realizing it, he'd stopped thinking of her as the woman who walked out of one of his dreams and now accepted the emotion building up inside. He'd fallen deeply and madly in love with his beautiful wood nymph.

  Someone's hand clapped him on the shoulder, and he turned. "Hey, Pete."

  "Great party, dude." Pete sidled up beside him. "Your new lady is making quite the hit with the guys, and I bet a few of these women will turn bi before the end of the evening."

  Jared nodded. Yep, and she's all mine.

  "Might be that long hair and killer bod." Pete lifted his drink to his mouth. "They sure give me some wild fantasies."

  Jared stood up straighter, his brows lowered, and his gaze soaked in Melanie making her way across the patio to him. He stepped out of the way but snagged a kiss from her before she headed in for more drinks.

  "If you want to remain alive, you better keep your mouth shut. I won't have you or anyone else making disrespectful comments about Melanie." Jared glared at Pete.

  "Hey! No harm meant, I swear. I'm happy for you." Pete slapped him on the shoulder again. "Not every day a regular guy gets lucky enough to find his own wood nymph."

  Jared coughed to clear his throat. "What are you talking about?"

  "The woman in the picture." Pete nodded toward the house. "That's the wood nymph. Did you think I wouldn't recognize her? Who the hell looks that good around here?"

  Jared laughed . . . a little too loud and a little too fast. "Bullshit. I think you've had one too many drinks, Pete."