"Fairy Tales" (closed)

[MarieDavisRPs]

"Fairy Tales"

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Marie rose naked from the pool, drawing a deep breath that swelled her bared bosom conspicuously. Just as quickly and dramatically as she'd sucked in the air, she let it out in a gasp. She looked about herself and quickly realized that she'd made a horrible error. But she was safe, and that was what she'd needed.

She leaned her upper body forward, balancing on hands pressed flat against the brickwork of the pool as she very acrobatically lifted the lower half of her body upwards. She put her equally bare feet on the patio's edge, then rose tall. Anyone who might have been looking her way would see that she was petite, perhaps 5'2, barely 100 pounds. The water dripping down her body made her appear darker skinned than she actually was. A multitude of brownish-red freckles covered her flawless skin from forehead to toes, scapula to heels. The water darkened the auburn hair on her head but didn't do the same to hair lower on her body as there was no hair lower on her body.

Anyone who might be looking her way, though, was a very small crowd. Only one person was present in the suburban home's backyard, in which the makings of a barbeque were were well underway. Marie smiled, but otherwise did nothing but stand there silently with her hands at her sides, unsure of what else to do.

 

[ToniTaylor]

Greta Glenn almost jumped out of her skin at the sound of the splash in the pool behind her. She spun in place, searching the surface. She only saw ripples going out in all directions. She scanned the pool's surface for the jumper to surface. After a long moment, she did. Greta simply stared in awe before, during, and after the young woman performed a move that Greta herself had once perfected for her balancing beam routine in junior high gymnastics.

She asked the woman, "I'm sorry, do I know you? Are you a friend of Renee's?"

Renee was the barely 18 year old child of the 26 year old Greta's 44 year old husband. If you weren't already tired of the math, here was more: there were only 8 years between the two women while there was 18 between Greta ahd Robert Glenn.

"Where is your suit, honey?" Greta asked. She was trying to stay calm and polite. But the naked woman's nakedness was getting to her. Guests were about to arrive for the annual company picnic. Greta couldn't have one of Renee's friends flashing her tits and shaved nethers all about.

Ironically, Greta was enjoying looking at the young woman's womanly features. The girl was simply perfect. She wanted to strip off her own clothes and lay the beauty down in one of the patio's chaise lounges for a little bit of female-to-female relations. It had been a long time since Greta had been with another woman. College, junior year. What was that, four years ago?

But this was neither the time nor the place to contemplate such things. Greta looked for the wayward swimming suit but found none. She snatched up a large towel from a rack of them set out for the party. She went to the woman and wrapped her from the bosom down.

"Maybe Renee didn't tell you," she began as she hurried the young woman toward the house, "but we have people coming over, and you can't be out here skinny dipping in front of my boss, Robert's boss, my friends, my family."

Inside, Greta gave the woman a little push toward the hall that led to Renee's bedroom. "Now, shoo! Get dressed. And tell Renee to get ready, too."

She watched the young woman walk down the hallway. Jesus she thought, looking at the tight little ass wrapped tightly in the now somewhat wet towel. Greta could have looked at that all day long, if she hadn't had guests coming.

She turned and headed back outside, trying to forget about the young thing. She failed, of course. All she could think of was putting her face between the skinny dipper's thighs and licking at that freshly mown triangle of flesh and the sensitive nub down further below.

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

The woman before her intrigued Marie. She was obviously shocked, which Marie didn't find surprising, but it was why she was shocked that was curious. Marie glanced down at her naked body, then back up, thinking ignorantly, I don't understand, is there another way to swim other than without clothing?

It wasn't as if Marie had intended to be in a pool of water or out of her clothes or both when she'd performed her little bit of magic to get away from the danger she'd been faced with. That was just the way it had ended up. She'd spoken the words, transported from her world to this one, and -- upon realizing she was about to fall into this odd pond -- subconsciously and instantaneously caused her clothing to vanish. And ... splash, naked and swimming ... totally normal, right?

Maybe it wasn't so much her being naked in the pool than it was being naked out of the pool. The woman approaching her and wrapping her torso was dressed, so, maybe it was a cultural thing to hide oneself on dry land.

As Marie was hurried away from the pool and into the strangest of structures, she repeatedly heard the name Renee, as if she was supposed to know who this person was. Marie was so overwhelmed with what she was seeing around her that she didn't resist being herded inside and down a passageway.

She was told to get dressed and help this Renee do the same. Looking back to see the woman gone, Marie took a moment to simply look about her. She saw things she'd never seen or even imagined before. There were what she thought were paintings of various people on the walls, but upon closer inspection they were far to precise and clear; she would later learn they were called photographs of mostly still living people, but at the moment she almost thought they were some sort of magical capturing of souls lost to their loved ones.

There was so much wood and some sort of plaster in the construction of the home with no stone or reed at all. And the colors were simply not natural, though they were indeed very beautiful, like all the colors of the flowers of Marie's homeland. Finding and entering some sort of store room, she found containers made of a transparent or translucent material that was flexible to varying degrees. The containers sometimes had lids, and inside them were a treasure trove of possessions from jewelry to more clothing to coins of a variety of sized and colors and powders that, when Marie sniffed at them, smelled fresh and wonderful but made her sneeze, sending up a cloud that coated nearby surfaces.

"Who are you?" a female voice inquired, startling Marie and leading her to turn quickly; she made no attempt to stop the towel wrapped around her from falling to the floor about her feet. "What the hell are you doing in our laundry room ... naked?"

Taking a moment to consider her response, she went with polite honesty, smiling as she responded, "I am Marie of the Golden Valley. I am a Fairy."

 

[ToniTaylor]

Renee Glenn couldn't believe when the strange girl dropped her towel, revealing her stark naked body. Even more startling was when the girl said, "I am Marie of the Golden Valley. I am a Fairy."

"Yeah, I bet that's true, but, you're looking in the wrong place for that kinda stuff, I think," Renee said, thinking that Marie was using the word fairy to indicate that she was gay and seeking a female sex partner. "I think fairy is typically used to describe overly obvious homosexual men, isn't it? You know ... fags ... even though I would never use that word myself. It's so ... it's just wrong."

Marie just continued to stand there before Renee in all her womanly glory, though, making no effort to don the towel again. The 18 year old said, "Listen, I don't know what the deal here is, but, you can't just stand her naked like that."

She backed out into the hall again, turning toward her bedroom as she gestured Marie to follow. "C'mon, I think I have some clothes that'll fit you."

She made her way down the hall and into her room, and as she did the other young woman followed. Closing the door, Renee asked, "So, you wanna tell me who you are and why you're here? I mean, you gotta admit, this is a bit freaky. Do you know my parents? My mom, my dad?"

Renee had a sudden and horrific vision of her dad pumping his cock into the young, tight pussy of this girl almost who was younger than both his new young wife. It wasn't bad enough that he married Greta who was just a few years away from being half his age?

But then she reminded herself that her father hadn't been in town for six days and was only arriving home today in time for the company party. If he'd been banging this little thing, she would have been with him in Denver, not here. So, did that mean Greta was getting it on with Marie the Fairy? That seemed a whole lot more logical.

Renee had always had the sense that her step mother had had or still had a lust for other female bodies. She even thought she'd caught her dad's new wife checking her out a few times, though, she couldn't know for sure.

Either way, this girl needed to put some clothes on, and she needed to put them on now because Renee could see the first of the party's guests pulling their car up to the end of the driveway, where one of the Interns from her father's business was serving as a valet for the party.

"Where are your clothes?" Renee asked, following up with a question that she hoped would lead to the discovery of who the fairy was getting busy with. "Are they in my mother's room? My fathers?"

They answer Renee got wasn't the answer she'd expected at all.

"C'm'ere, try this on," she told Marie, pulling a summer dress out of the closet. She handed it over, still on the hanger, then said, "Wait, you'll need something underneath."

Renee scrounged through her dresser drawer to come up with an old bra and a pair of panties. She tossed them onto the bed and, wondering why she was even asking it, inquired, "Do you want to change in the bathroom for privacy?

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

Marie noted that when she was once again bared, this female gave her the same surprised looks as had the previous one. What was it about being exposed in Mother Nature's image that bothered these people from this other world so much? Perhaps Mother Nature was not known to them here. Perhaps they did not worship her in the way Marie and her kind did in their dimension.

She didn't understand this Renee's explanation about looking in the wrong place for that kinda stuff, let alone the part about fags or her distaste for using that word. Back home, Fags were a beautiful song bird with delicate tail feathers nearly ten times the length of their bodies. What was so wrong about speaking of such a beautiful creature?

Renee led Marie to another room, and as the teen retrieved clothing from a closet and dresser for her, the fairy walked around slowly, surveying the room with a joyous expression. Here, as in the yard and the hall and the plastic container room, there were great wonders of which Marie simply had no knowledge or, in some cases, had rough ideas of what they may be and yet still found exciting.

"Where are your clothes?"

"I do not know," Marie said honestly. "I was wearing clothes, I wished myself and then them away, and then I was not wearing clothes."

The other girl shot an expression that Marie interpreted as believing the fairy was crazy. Marie only smiled and shrugged her shoulders.

Obviously not believing this to be true or simply not understanding, Renee asked, "Are they in my mother's room? My fathers?"

"They are no more," Marie said, again being honest. She looked at the flowery print sun dress and smiled, speaking of Mother Nature when she complimented, "Mother would approve. Mother loves flowers."

Renee tossed the bra and panties onto the bed, asking, "Do you want to change in the bathroom for privacy?"

But Marie's attention was on the bra, lifting and turning it this way and that as she studied its design. She'd never worn one, and the woman out on the patio, who Marie still thought was named My Mother, hadn't been wearing one either.

"What does this do?" she asked, pulled the undergarment in different ways as if it was some sort of stone slinging weapon. Then, holding the lacy brassiere up so that one cup each covered an eye and much of that side of her face, Marie giggled and asked, "A mask, yes? Are we going to a ball?"

 

[MarieDavisRPs]

OOC: We have decided to move this to PM. If you were following along, we apologize.