Page 1 of Little Green Vines
Iplaced the apple pie on the windowsill to cool. Traditionally, birthdays were reserved for cake, but I preferred my own Dutch apple pie, and since it was just me, myself, and I… I did what I wanted.
Twenty-five years snuck up on me quick. The elderly people in our village were always going on about how you shouldn't blink or you'd miss everything, and their words were hitting harder today than they had in the past. It was just another day. Boring. Mundane.
My parents had died more than ten years ago, thanks to a nasty bout of influenza that tore through our village like a cyclone from Hell. Even living this far outside of town hadn’t protected us. Miraculously, I’d recovered from the illness, but I was left alone. The townsfolk didn't like the idea of a young maiden living out here by herself, but I wasn't about to give up the only thing that was mine in this world. The only thing I had left of my family. Besides, I never had any trouble out here, but if I did? I had my daddy's shotgun and I was decent with a knife.
And yet, every time I stepped outside, I heard their words of caution: don't go into the woods alone. No matter what you hear. No matter what you see.
My gaze fell on the thicket that was merely a hop, skip, and a jump from the edge of my vegetable garden. There had been many tales of women venturing into the woods never to be seen or heard from again. I was inclined to think that's all they were—tales. In my lifetime, there hadn't been any missing women. The shivers that raced down my spine if I even thought about stepping foot past the treeline? I chalked those up to the heebie-jeebies that you got sitting around a campfire telling ghost stories.
Sighing, I slipped on a sundress. This one was nice and flowy, great for the warm day ahead. Not only that, I loved the way my body looked in it. Shorts always pinched at my waist, creating this bulge that I would rather not flaunt. I much preferred the ease of dresses, and since I was out here all alone, I didn't have to worry about flashing anyone if I bent at the hips and not the knees. Comfort was key.
A few bees dive-bombed my head as I stepped out onto my old wooden porch, and I shooed them away gently. I had a few hives in the back corner of my property, and I made decent money from the honey I was able to sell from them. The rest of my cash came from selling my produce and plants.
Speaking of which, I had a ton of tomatoes and cucumbers that needed to be picked; I wanted to get as much of that done before the hottest part of the day. My bare feet carried me through the lush grass, tickling my toes and grounding me at the same time. In another life, I was sure I would've been a druid or a nymph.
I squatted down and checked a few of the tomato plants, immediately seeing that this was going to take a while. By the time I'd finished clearing all of the ripe tomatoes—of all sizes, from heirlooms to cherry and grape—I was sweating and thirsty as hell. I gathered up my bounty, carrying everything up to the porch; I'd load the wagon later once I saw how big my final load was going to be. I got myself a big glass of water, downing it so fast my stomach cramped, but it was so refreshing and worth the discomfort.
The apple pie was good and cooled now, so I took it down, covering it with a clean dish towel. I'd have a piece—or four—later tonight when I was feeling sorry for myself.Damnit, Poppy, get it together. You're here. You're alive.
Sometimes though, it didn't really feel like it. This life was comfortable. Familiar. And I knew Jacob wouldn't wait much longer for an answer about marrying him.Do I want to marry him, though? If I want a baby, I’ll have to…We'd been friends for most of our lives, having grown up together. The only reason he wasn't here today was because he and a group of men from the village were on a week-long hunt.
I loved our friendship, but I wasn't sure that I loved him the way he loved me. Whenever he kissed me, it did nothing for me. My heart didn't race, my stomach didn't get all fluttery, and I certainly never wanted to do anything more than kiss him. The one time I'd felt his penis when I sat on his lap had nearly made me want to itch my skin off. What was the big deal about those, anyway? I'd never understand it. I wasn't even sure I wanted to.
Jacob had an older sister, Lina. After the death of my parents, she’d filled a caretaking role that was sorely missing in my life. She was always there to talk to about everything. She’d taught me how to cook and bake, and helped me with the garden. I loved her dearly.
I wasn't sure exactly when I’d started seeing her differently, but it happened. The swell of her breasts against the neckline of her dress, the way the hem of her dress would ride up, how I longed to feel her skin.
I couldn’t tell her. I couldn’t tellanyone. But there were times when I was bored—a lot of times, if I was being honest—where I would hike my dress up and touch myself. The first time I did it was like an awakening, and then I kind of became obsessed with it. The sensations, the oblivion, the way I could picture whatever I wanted in my mind and it would stay right there. A secret. Just me and Lina—sweaty, naked, and happy.
Lina had gotten married last year. I hadn’t seen her since the day she left. Her new husband had taken her away to his village, which was a week's journey from here. That was probably contributing to my woeful mental state.
There was only one time I’d slipped. We'd had too much wine and were laying out in the grass, staring at the stars. I’d kissed her. I’d kissed her, and she’d looked so sad that it nearly broke my heart.
"No, sweet Poppy. We can't. As much as I feel the same way, there's only one way this story ends. And that's with both of us heartbroken."
I hadn’t pushed. She was right. But sometimes, I thought about Lina and all the things I wish we could've been, the things we could've done... Thinking about her lips on mine never failed to heat my flesh, and I found myself squeezing my thighs together, seeking friction.No, I don't have time to fantasize about Lina right now.
It was getting late in the afternoon, and I still had a ton of cucumbers to pick.I stomped back outside, grabbing a basket. A breeze blew through the hills, rustling the leaves of the forest, creating a soothing yet ominous sound. It felt refreshing against my warm skin, and I got to work, pleased with the amount of cucumbers I was putting out this season.
The wind blew again, and my head snapped up as I thought I heard someone whisper my name. Nobody was there, but I had the sensation of feeling eyes on me. The dirty thoughts came back almost immediately at the thought of someone out there, spying on me.Maybe it's Lina?
My body liked that idea a lot, and my clit hummed with excitement, my body already knowing what I was going to give it before my brain had completely caught up. Maybe I was finally really losing my mind. Too much time alone. The crazy girl who lived up in the hills all by herself.
My hand wrapped around a particularly healthy-sized cucumber, and I let myself fall backward onto the grass. With my knees facing the forest, I let my legs fall open, baring my cunt to the wilderness. A gust of air hit my pussy, and I moaned, feeling how wet I was.
I trailed the vegetable down my stomach slowly until I reached my pussy. It slid through my folds, my juices coating its smooth skin. Unable to wait, I moved my hips slowly, rubbing my clit back and forth, back and forth. My back arched, and I let out a deep sigh of bliss. My other hand cupped my breast, pinching my hard nipple through the fabric of my dress. At times, it felt like the wind was my spectator, blowing harder as I got closer to climaxing.
When I plunged the thick vegetable into my cunt and the wind howled through the trees, I couldn't stop myself. My thighs shook, my pussy clenching as I came with a shout. I wiggled on the ground, slowly continuing to fuck myself as I came down from the high. I felt sexy and powerful, taking control of my own body and giving it what it needed.
With my body limp and sated, I laid there on the grass for several minutes and caught my breath. I still had plenty of work to do before dark. Sitting up, I pushed my blonde hair out of my face, pondering whether I should keep the cucumber for later. My eyes drifted over to the basket which was overflowing with them, and I decided if I wanted to fuck a different one later tonight, I would.
"Hope you enjoyed the view!" I shouted, hurling the thing into the woods. I needed to go back inside and clean up a little before getting back to work. My thighs, pussy, and ass were slick from my release, and I'd sweated through my dress.
I was halfway back to the porch when I heard a high-pitched meow. Spinning around, I scanned my property but didn't see anything. The sound came again, more frantic this time.Is that a kitten?
I could wait to change. There were predators out here that would snatch up a baby animal making distress sounds like that in a heartbeat. Hawks, coyotes, wolves, hell, even bears. The frantic meows were constant now, and I wondered if the poor animal was even going to be alive by the time I reached it.
"Kitty, kitty! Here, kitty!" I called, hoping that if it wasn't injured it would come to me. I was getting closer.
