Copyright 1999 Shon Richards I still miss my Sunshine By Shon Richards (Additional notes at bottom of page) ***Author's Note- My wife collects Barbie dolls, and one day, I noticed a sex one she had and had some dirty thoughts. I also ran a role-playing game a few years back where I created an extremely popular character that was a fairy girl. This story was to combine the two elements. I started on this story, and my feelings changed. Some days I think it's too silly, and other days I think it'll be the best thing I ever write. it's hard to write something with that much indecision. *************** I know for certain that it started on my twenty- third birthday. The entire day had been a bummer. My birthday party consisted of opening three cards, treat- ing myself to delivered pizza and taking the day off work. Not having a girlfreind meant that my annual dream of losing my virginity on my birthday wasn't a possibility. Sinking into my couch at the same time I was sinking into a depression, I noticed something bright on the arm of the couch. Looking casually, I noticed my Virginity Fairy for the first time. My reaction was quick. I screamed and jumped. She screamed and fell of the couch. The heaviest book in reach was TV Guide, but I armed myself with it any- way. Holding my pathetic weapon, I approached the side of the couch slowly. I even crouched, but I was watch- ing my feet as I moved. I wasn't sure what I saw, but I sure didn't want to step on it. On the other side of the couch, rubbing her tiny knees, was the prettiest creature that ever graced my apartment. She was only a foot tall, if that. Her body was covered by a transparent green toga that bare- ly covered the of of her legs. As she bent down to rub each knee, I caught glimpses of her buttocks as her toga rose. Glossamor wings adorned her back, shimmer- ing in the limited light. After seeing her back, I thought she might be the lovliest thing under the sky. When she turned around, I knew for certain that she was the lovliest. Long blonde hair that kept get- ting in her face crowned her head. Despite the tiny size of her eyes, they sparkled with a emerald shine. Her nose was sharp and small, and the chubbiness of her face was like a small child. It was this child like appearance that caused me to focus on her face. I felt guilty staring at the single teardrop shaped breast that had fallen out of her toga. "What could you have seen to freak out so badly?" she said casually, not really even looking at me. "You of course, what are you?" I asked. She shreiked again. "You can see me?" she demanded. "How could I not see a giant bug like you?" I responded. As usual, I said the wrong thing to the wrong woman. She flew up to my face and with a very unfemi- nine swing, punched my nose. "I am not a bug!" she yelled. "I'm your Virgi- nity Fairy!" My nose was stinging from her right hook. I stood up and watched as she flew higher up to stay on eye level. The wings on her back flapped slowly, too slowly to really fly. It was almost as her wings were pushing against something. The Fairy flew around me a few times, as if she was looking to nail me again if I called her a bug. When I sat down on the couch, she sat on my knee. She sat cross legged, and made no attempts at modesty. Despite our size differences, I was getting an erection looking at her perfect body barey concealed. I just hoped that she wouldn't notice my arousal since she was sitting right across from it. There was a definite change in her face now. Instead of the childish round face, her cheeks were higher up and leaner. A tiny crease appeared on her forehead as she was deep in thought. She looked much older now, with a more mature sex appeal. "It looks like no one has cursed you," she said while she counted off small articulate fingers. "Your mother didn't have an once of gypsy blood, your house isn't on any old burial grounds and if you had had sex with a witch, I wouldn't even be here. "Excuse me," I interrupted, "but did you say you're my Virginity Fairy?" She nodded once, her other breasts slipping from her toga. While she tucked it back in I hoped she wouldn't notice my jeans pulsing with my hardening manhood. "Well, then I'm ready." I said. "Go ahead and take my virginity away, I don't need it and you can have it." "Ha!" she said, her voice too loud from one to small. "You have me confused with the Tooth Fairy. I'm not here to take your virginity away, I've been here ever since you hit puberty. Virgins give off a warm fuzzy glow that's pure bliss to my kind. I must admit, I've never had one person for as long as I've had you, but your aura is still going strong. I know I'm not going anywhere." In other circumstances, I wouldn't be willing to argue with a magical being sitting on my knee, but this was my future sex life we were talking about. "You mean to tell me I'm not going to get laid?" I said, or maybe whined. "Why me? Did you just look at me and know you had a good home for the next decade?" She giggled, and even though I was upset, her laugh cheered me up. I laughed with her and she nearly fell off my knee. "No, sorry about you being a virgin and all" she said when her laughter subsided. "Every virgin has a fairy living with them. People just don't ever notice us. Some unscrupulous fairies might place minor curses on their virgins to keep them that way, but not me. I swear to you that I never caused a pimple outbreak, a nose hair to lengthen, or your voice breaking in public." "I have heard rumors," she whispered although there was no one else here, "that if a human stays a virgin for too long that he or she begins to notice things. Usually they just see the spirit world, or sometimes they can drowse for water. I've never heard of a human who could see their Virginity Fairy though. Maybe I've just been around you for so long that my ability to hide from you has worn off." "Do you have a name?" I asked, still trying to get used to all this weirdness. "Sure I do silly," she said as stood up. She lifted the ends of her toga well above her hips. Be- fore I could be shocked by her flashing me, she curtsied on my knee. "My name is too long for you to pronounce but it translates into Sunshine-reflecting-from-the-dew- hanging-from-the-curves-of-a-loved-one-on-a-warm- summer-morning," she announced. "How about I just call you something shorter, like Sunny?" "Wow, my very own people name!" she exclaimed, happy as could be. **********not much, but it starts you off. My original plan was for the two to have sex, but I was also torn by having Sunny help the guy get his first love. I still don't know which I like********