Short Story: Bill's Awakening
Bill did not know if he liked the feel of this bicycle or not. The attendant had assured him that this funny looking piece equipment was the best mountain bike on the market. For all the money in the world, Bill could not figure out why someone would like this contraption. The wheels were way too wide. The tread was jagged and even a little bumpy. It was small like a kid's bike. A real bike was suppose to have thin wheels and ten speeds. Further it was suppose to go fast.
In reality, Bill did not understand why he was here at all. He had asked Micci what she would like to do for her dream date. He had suggested a helicopter ride over the city, parachute jump, a jet plane ride over the ocean, and even the front row seats and back stage passes to the hottest rock concert. She had listened closely and paused. The pause lasted for over two full minutes.
In fact, Bill knew that it had taken her two minutes and eleven seconds for her to make the decision, because he had timed it. The entire time that he was waiting, he was anticipated her decision. After the eternity had passed, she told him that she wanted to do a day of mountain bike riding in the forests.
Bill knew that his mouth must have dropped open with surprise. He has set aside several thousand dollars to spend on this wonderful lady. Dreaming of all the fantastic possibilities, he could not believe that all she wanted to do was ride bikes. The forests were free. He questioned her choice.
'Micci, Are you sure a bike ride is the only thing that you would like? Money is no problem, really? Would you like to fly down to Jamaica for an evening cruise?'
She had answered in the sweetest and softest voice.
'I know that it is not expensive, but it is what I want dear. I want to go mountain biking with you in the forest.'
Micci smiled.
Bill should not have been surprised. Ever since he had meet Micci, she had been special and unconventional. He had seen her picking oranges out in the grocery store. She would search the pile for the most scarred up and scrapped orange. The oranges that everyone else thought of as the leftovers were her treasures. When Bill asked, she explained that the closer the orange grew to the trunk the juicier it would be. Therefore the oranges that were scarred from rubbing the trunk were the best. Bill tried out her theory. She had been one hundred percent right.
Yet, when he had taken her to the Governor's ball, she had fit in with all the ladies that had never bought an orange in their life. It had been a huge black tie event with all the trimmings. The guest list consisted of several famous TV actors and actress, as well as a host of high level political officials. It was a very social conscious crowd.
She had been nothing less than amazing at the ball. Dressed in an off the shoulder black velvet dress that made his eyes bulge, she was an enchanting creature. Throughout the night, she had followed each social custom and grace flawlessly. Bill was amazed at her manners and conversation technique. By midway through the evening, the Governor and almost everyone else was trying to talk to her.
It made Bill laugh to watch these high level officials holding prim and proper conversations, but stealing glances to see if Micci was free. It was the ultimate in the political game. Micci made her way back to Bill and took his arm. Staying by his side during the rest of the dinner, she made Bill the center of the dinner. He was the envy of every man. She played the game in a way that Bill could have never dreamt and turned all the rewards to him.
The dinner was a major turning point for Bill's career. People knew his name throughout the industry and political structure. He started to receive phone calls from companies and offices all over the state.
Micci did not ask for a thing. In fact, when he returned her to her home, she thanked him for allowing her to attend such a prestigious event. Her eyes were dancing. She knew exactly what she had done during the dinner. Even thought the public spotlight did not mean anything to her, she knew it did to him. She smiled contentedly to herself.
Over the next few weeks, Bill took Micci to the finest and most expensive restaurants in town, as well as the most exclusive plays and dance events. Each evening he fell deeper under her spell. She was perfect at everything that she did. She knew just when to clap and when to smile.
Now as he pedaled this monster of a bike up the hill to meet the lady that had won his heart, he kept reminding himself that this was her dream date. He kept trying to clear his mind of images of flying to Paris on the Concord and having lunch in some quaint café on the seashore.
Micci sat at the top of the hill watching him climb the hill. She was a beautiful dark hair lady with just enough lipstick to give her lips a wet appearance. Even though her loose blue jeans and oversized buttoned up flannel shirt hid her body, her natural beauty was obvious.
Bill, on the other hand, had not worn a pair of jeans in ten years. Today, he was dressed in a pair of white shorts that had been freshly starched and ironed. He was as wrinkle free as possible. The matching white golf shirt, which had also been pressed, was a sure sign of his status. Only the most successful men could find much less purchase this type of golf shirt. Bill liked everyone to know that he had made it.
When Bill made it to the top, he pulled his bike up beside hers. Micci could smell the scent of his perspiration. It was a fresh earthy smell. It was nature's perfume that enhanced his own natural scent. The scent was so subtle that most women would have missed it entirely. Yet Micci picked up on it immediately and knew what the different elements of the scent meant.
'Hello darling,' Bill greeted her.
'Hi,' she returned. 'Are you ready for the time of you life?'
'Oh yea, ' he answered.
His calves and thigh were already feeling sore from just climbing the hill. Further, there were some kind of flying insect buzzing around his legs. When he visualized another eight hours of this joy, his face almost turned to a frown. Yet, he quickly caught himself and forced his face into a big grin. Bill had thought he had controlled his expression well.
When he looked up at Micci's eyes, her eyes were locked on his. It was as if she was reading his mind. Suddenly she burst in a laugh. It was clear that he had not fooled Micci. Sometimes it was actually scary that she always seem to know what was inside of his mind.
With that laugh she pushed off, and started to increase her speed. She stood and pedaled harder. For a moment, Bill just stared and watched the curves of her rear. Her ass muscles flexed and tightened showing her exhilarating physical form. She was so firm, but yet so very sexy. Bill forgot about time, until he heard her voice.
'Come on slow poke,' she yelled.
Bill decided that he would try this. He still did not understand what she liked about wandering around in the woods. However, if she want to have a day of bike riding, then a glorious day of bike riding she was going to have. He pressed the right pedal down and felt the tingle in his muscles.
It did not take long to see that Micci was no stranger to bike riding. She took to the trails aggressively weaving in and out of the crowded opening trails. After a few minutes of riding, Micci turned off the established paved path onto a dirt road. Soon Bill realized that shorts might not have been a good idea. As they moved further into the woods, the shrubs extended their limbs across the path. At the speed they were riding, the limbs felt like whips when they scratched his legs.
If the scratches were not bad enough, Bill's legs were also being covered with mud. It seem that Bill was fated to hit each mud hole in the road. After the mud hit his leg with a sting, it slowly dried to a scab.
Bill made a mental note that looks and appearance was not important for the woods. Next time, he was wearing blue jeans, very thick blue jeans. The conclusions was actually a shock to Bill. He tried to think of the last time that he had decided that looks were not important. However, he also could not think of the last time that he had been lead into a jungle with attacking shrub and poison mud.
The two of them drove further and further up the dirt road. Bill actually started to feel comfortable with his ability to ride a dirt bike. Micci would race her bike up a hill so fast that she would ramp into the air. Bill was right behind her. When he flew through the air, he felt another emotion that he was not accustomed.
It was the feeling of being out of control. As he spun in mid-air, he had no ideal where or how he would come down. It was a position that he rarely placed himself. His work allowed him to control much of his environment. With Micci, he was starting to learn that living life on the edge could be fun. It was exciting.
As he watched her look back over her shoulder at his face, Bill could see a glee fill her face. She was having fun watching his terror. He loved the twinkle in her eyes. There was no doubt in his mind that she was having the date of her life. However, he only wondered if it was the bike ride or the opportunity to watch him soil his shorts that she was enjoying so much.
When Micci turned off the dirt road onto a dirt trial, Bill started to suspect his theory may be correct. The trail that they were riding was nothing like the first paved trails. Bill would be reluctant to even call them trails, maybe they were trails for the deer and rabbit. Most certainly not a trail for humans or humans on bikes.
Micci must have noticed that he was not keeping up well. When they neared a small stream, she pulled her bike out on the grassy banks and stopped.
'Would you mind if we rested for a minute, ' she asked.
Micci did not have to ask twice. Bill jumped off of his bike as soon as it stopped.
'I think that would be a wonderful idea,' he said.
Micci smiled. She slowly slid off of the bike seat and stood. In a single moment, she soaked in the beauty of the forest. She felt the cool humid air that hugged the ground, protected by the canopy of trees. She could smelled the wild flowers that were blooming in the nearby meadow. In the background, she could hear the doves rustling in the underbrush.
In a unconscious move, she stood with her feet shoulder width apart and lifted her hands as high and as far back as she could. Taking a deep breath, she filled her lungs with the forest air. The stretch of her muscles felt good. Better yet, the deep breath that expanded her rib cage gave her a feeling of euphoria.
'You really like it here don't you Micci,' Bill asked.
Micci smiled a deep and honest smile.
'Yes darling, ' Micci answered. 'This is what makes it all worthwhile'.
Bill laughed.
'You do look so at home here,' Bill responded. 'I think I like you this way'
It was Micci's turn to laugh.
'This is who I am, love.'
Bill let his eyes connect to her eyes. For the first time, he saw a deep peace in her eyes. Captured in those eyes was the calmness of a mountain lake. She was completely at ease and relaxed in the midst of this jungle. Looking around, Bill suddenly realized that they were in a jungle of which he never knew existed. There was no sign of civilization anywhere.
Micci had knelt by the stream and scooped some of the clear sparkling water in her cupped hands. Lifting it to her face, she let the water flow over her face. The cool and refreshing drops of water caressed her face in almost a loving fashion before falling to the grass below.
Bill decided to take advantage of the stream as well. Taking off his socks and shoes, he moved downstream and stepped into the water. The rushing water washed away the splattered mud from his bare legs. It felt good to be clean again. The water was so relaxing that he sit on the bank and continued to let his feet dangle in the water.
Suddenly Bill felt a sharp pain in his littlest toe. A blood curling scream ripped the forest air. It was only after the voice reached its highest note that he recognized it as his own. It took him a moment to think about the scream before he yanked his pained foot from the running stream.
When Micci heard Bill's scream, she immediately looked up just in time to see Bill pulling his foot out of the water. Attached to his little toe was a huge crayfish with both of its pincers locked tight. Its beady little eyes gave it the appearance of a demon from the dark beyond.
'Get off!!!...Off you .. you whatever you are,' Bill yelled.
In an instant, Micci jumped into the knee deep water and dived forward with her hands out reached. She got her hand under his foot and the crayfish in less time than Bill could blink an eye.
'Be still Bill, ' Micci commanded.
She turned back to the crayfish and lifted the hand so that it supported the animal's body and legs. With her other hand, she gentle stroked its brown shelled back.
'It is okay little one. It is okay.'
Bill looked at her with a set of wide open eyes.
'Micci, it is a shell fish. It has no ears. Oh... it is biting me again'
Micci ignored him and continue stroking the crayfish shell. In that low seductive voice, she talked to the animal.
'It is okay. Bill did not mean to sit on your home. No he didn't. He was just wanting to get to the water too.. You can understand that can't you? So what you say, lets relax these claws a little huh.'
Bill watched with unbelief as the crayfish loosen it claws and sit for a moment in Micci hands. She almost immediately move her hand down into the water and watched the crayfish scurry away.
'Thank you Micci ' Bill said. 'I thought that he was going to tear my toe off.'
'He was just scared, ' Micci said. 'You would be scared too if some giant sit on your house. Then, you kicked him with your foot. What do you expect?'
Bill looked at Micci. The head-first plunge into the stream had turned that normally neatly brushed hair into a wet mop. Her clothes were totally soaked with cold creek water. Her appearance was far from the princess that she had been at the Governor's ball. There she had spun in the spotlight with every hair in place and all the accessories to make her glimmer.
When Micci unbuttoned her flannel shirt, Bill was completely off guard. She was standing in the middle of the trail and slowly undoing each button. Her eyes never left his. He did not know whether he should advert his eyes or face her and just watch the show?
As he was thinking about his options, she finished removing her shirt. Hanging it carefully on the nearby bush, she made sure that it was stretched out to dry quickly. Next, she slipped the leather moccasins off. They were full of water from the stream.. Turning them upside down, the water poured out in a steady flow.
Without a second thought, she unbuttoned her jeans and slipped them down her legs in one smooth movement. Bill's mouth dropped open. He watched her step out of the jean and casually hang them on another bush to dry. When Micci turned to face him, her only remaining piece of clothing was a pair of dusty blue panties. She made no attempt to cover her breasts or body. She stood as proud as a champion receiving a trophy.
'Uh, well big boy, you look a little overdressed over there' Micci stated.
She smiled one of her special smiles. One of those smiles that told the world that she was bubbling on the inside.
'Well my lady, I can correct that problem. I would hate for you to feel alone,' Bill answered.
He laughed and started stripping his clothes off. Bill folded up each item into a neat package and placed it beside his bike. It did not take long before he was stripped down to his red jockey shorts. The whole time Micci just watched with that stupid little smile on her face.
'Come on darling, lets go for a walk, ' she said.
Micci took his hand in hers. They walked hand in hand across the stream. As they followed the trail, it vanished under the tall trees full of birds. It was hard to tell what had changed. It was a subtle change. Yet, it was definitely there. Bill was having a hard time putting a description to the feeling. It was like someone was watching him.
When they were about half way up the hill, Bill's muscles were burning. He decide that this time he would suggest the break.
'Hey Micci, ' he started. 'What you say we rest a minute? You have to take it easy on this old city slicker.'
Micci nodded and pointed to a soft bed of pine needles. Bill needed no other suggestion. He laid down. Sinking into the mattress, Bill was actually surprised at the comfort of the soft pine needle mattress.
'Oh my goodness, ' Micci cried out. 'I did not realize that those nasty shrubs scratched you up so badly. You stay right here. I know just what you need.'
Bill watched as Micci's eyes scanned the nearby plant life. In moment, her eyes lit up as if she had seen a present under the Christmas tree. She picked a handful of red berries from a large shrub. Holding them in one hand, she searched a little longer until she found a patch of what appeared to Bill as weeds. Micci carefully picked about a dozen leaves from the patch. She made a point to take only two leaves from each plant thereby ensuring that each plant could continue to live.
Walking back to Bill, he watched as she slowly crushed the berries into a red paste. With the tip of a finger, Micci carefully placed the red paste into the center of each leaf. One by one, she applied each patch to a scratch. First, she made sure that the red paste entered the deepest part of the wound, and then rubbed the leave and paste over the entire wound. She rubbed until the leave crumbed. The scratches immediately stopped hurting.
Again, Bill stared at the lady of magic with a dropped open mouth. When she had completed the treatment, she asked a question in one of the most seductive voice.
'How does that make you feel, darling?'
'I feel wonderful,' he answered. 'You never cease to amaze me.'
Micci's eyes flashed.
'Want to try something else?'
'Oh, when I see that look in your eyes. Oh, what?'
'We have a little further to go to get to the top of this hill. Lets do it totally natural. Are you game?'
Micci watched him for an reaction. She saw some confusion and decided to show him instead of trying to explain. She hooked her thumb under her high cut bikini panties and slowly pulled them down. As they fell off her feet, she picked them up and tossed down the path that they had come.
'Are you game, my love? Will you return back to nature with me?'
Bill looked at her in disbelief. This date was without a doubt the wildest and the most exciting experience of his life. He pulled down his jockey shorts and held them in his hand. As he turned to place them with hers, Micci called out again.
'No. Throw them. Shed yourself of that piece of society that you wear everyday. Wad it up in a ball and throw it as far as you can. Rid yourself of all it represents. Be free. Be natural.'
Bill did as she asked. With a dramatic ceremony, he wadded up the shorts and threw them as hard as he could. He did make sure that he threw them in the same direction as her panties. In fact he was pleased that even in the drama, he was able to get within ten feet of her panties. They should be easy to find again.
Micci smiled again. It was as if she had just read his mind and knew that he had not fully released. He knew that he had been very convincing in his show. Yet, she continued to smile that knowing smile.
'Come with me darling,' she said. 'Let us continue our journey'
Bill was unsure of where they were going or what treasure awaited them. It did not matter. He would walk across hot coals for her. Taking her hand, they started to walk together. Bill had never thought about the differences between walking in clothes and in the nude. He could not remember a time when he had walked for any length of time in the nude. It was strange walking and feeling his dangling member bounce around.
On the other hand, Micci walked as if she was nude all the time. Her perky breasts stood proud and without shame. Bill had heard stories about how breasts would bounce when walking without a bra. However, Micci's breasts did not seem to bounce at all. In fact, she was so well conditioned that nothing seem to move when she walked.
The more they walked, the more comfortable they became with each other and their own nudity. With all of civilization behind them, they were as natural as the woods around them. In the next thirty minutes, they relaxed in a way that Bill never knew existed. It was a deep calming relaxation where the most important things were the sunset and the sound of the breeze through the trees. The fast paced work environment was a distant memory.
As soon as they reached the top, Micci slide to the ground in a single movement and rolled to her back. Bill looked down on the lovely body of a nude Micci. He took his time to scan her body. It was a slow and clearly lustful visual exploration. Starting with her sensual toes, he worked his way up her legs. His eyes danced over her dancing hips and perky breasts.
When he met her eyes, she held his glance. He didn't know how, but he knew that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Testing his theory, he dropped to one knee between her open legs. The smile held. Her eyes did not flinch.
Bill let the other knee follow suit She stretched her arms toward him, wrapped them around his neck and drew him down to her lips. With their mouths only inches apart, Bill felt the feeling that had been nagging his mind grow to an unmistakable level. Someone was watching him. There was no longer any doubt in his mind. Carefully he glanced over his shoulders. There was no one to be seen.
When he looked forward, he saw that the big oak tree looked different. At first, Bill wondered if his eyes were just tried, but it was more than that. There was a feeling. Something deep inside of him knew that there was much more. There was a presence here. Micci saw his confusion.
'Relax darling,' she said.
Bill followed her instructions. He closed his eye and took a deep cleansing breath. Opening his eyes, he looked at the tree again. It was aglow with some type of weird haze. As he let his eyes relax and the glow came into focus, he noticed that the energy extended even further than the tree. It was covering the shrubs and all the grass.
Looking down, Bill jumped when he saw that Micci’s entire body was also covered with the same magical glow. She seemed to be linked to the forest via this tingling energy blanket. Yet, it was more than just a connection. Micci was very special to this force. The glow that covered her skin was growing stronger and brighter than the background energy.
Bill could sensed that Micci was a favorite of the forest. However, the relationship was difficult for him to understand. At first, it seemed as if she was a child and princess to be protected and loved. . The giant tree seem to stretch out its branches to shelter her. The grass snuggled up against the side of her body to keep her warm.
On the other hand, Micci was a priestess to the forest. In her veins, the power of nature flowed freely. Growing stronger and pulling energy from all the forest, she centralized the energy. She was the embodiment of nature with access to more power than most people could comprehend.
'Share my world with me, ' Micci invited. 'Come and love me.'
She had made giant sacrifices to come into his world. He had not even known how foreign it must have been for her until now. If she had been willing to join his world, Bill knew that he could do whatever it took to join hers. He felt deep emotions growing inside of him.
'Show me the way love, ' Bill returned. 'Wherever you lead, I will follow.'
Bill made direct eye contact with Micci. Her eyes were more focused than he had ever seen. Micci was usually a happy and cheerful person who always wore a smile. Now there was no hint of that person. In fact, Bill was wondering if she even saw him. Micci’s eyes were hollow and looked right through him.
He felt his thoughts drift. His conscious mind was surrendering to something very deep inside of him. It was a very warm loving feeling with a sense of knowing and a state of unconditional acceptance. His mind was being flooded with deep caring emotions. For the first time, Bill finally understood how Micci felt about him. She loved him as much as she loved her own body. It was a moment of wonder.
Bill let his lips caress and kiss the beautiful Micci. The touch of their velvet lips was pure energy. Bill’s lips vibrated with a lust that he had forgotten long ago. As he continued to enter her world, a fog filled his brain. He saw the glow start to form around his hand. Bill knew he was joining with Micci in a very special way.
As the kiss turned into a passionate French kiss, each lover explored the other. The glow brightened and encapsulate the couple. Their thoughts and emotions became one, creating a shared mind with no reservation. True and unconditional love flowed between the lovers.
The forest and the lovers blended together in an symphony of humanity and nature. When the night came, the love in the air warmed the trees and the shrubs. The night breeze refused to blow for fear of giving a chill. All of nature celebrated life.
The End
By DevinJeanel
© 2008 DevinJeanel
(All rights reserved)
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