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Unicorn
by Lord Malinov

<malinov@mindless.com>

~~~

I hadn't heard from her in three weeks, but I recognized Beth's voice 
in an instant when she called.

"Are you busy?" she asked.  All the things I'd thought about doing
suddenly fled my mind.  

"What's up?"

"Can you drive me out to the Glen?"

"Sure," I said, "I guess so.  What's going on?"

"Just take me.  You'll see."

I hung up the phone, changed my clothes and without wasting a
moment, I cruised on over to Beth's place.  I felt a little uneasy
about what I was doing; dropping everything for her, again, letting
myself play the lackey, again, being the giving side of a one-sided
relationship, again, but I immediately forgot my concern for
self-respect when Beth came to her door.   In a flash, all questions
of my self-worth vanished before the azure enchantment of her smiling 
eyes, a vision sorely intensified by the low cut t-shirt Beth wore.  
I wanted to be her pawn.  Any pretense of dignity was readily 
abandoned as I helplessly leered at the naked swells of her bosom, 
stared deep into the valley of her cleavage.  Beth held a picnic 
basket in the crook of her arm.

"You ready?" she asked.  

"Sure," I replied.  I followed as Beth walked down to my car, her 
short pleated skirt flouncing with each eager step.  "Where are we 
going?" I dared to ask again.

"Down twenty-three, past Apple Meadow, you know, the park at the 
Glen."  I took the basket from Beth and opened the car door, basking 
in her warm smile, watching the drift of her short white skirt as 
she slid into my Mustang, savoring that brief flash of her thigh.  
Dropping the wicker into the back seat, I walked around to the 
driver's seat.  "I have a quest to pursue," she said with a coy grin, 
"and I thought you might enjoy a little sunshine."

"Sounds great," I said, revving the engine self-indulgently before I 
slipped the car into gear.  "What are you hoping to find?"

"I'm not telling," she said.

"Why not?" I asked.

"You'd laugh," she said.  "We'll have fun.  If I find it, you'll 
see."

"All right," I said, turning onto the road.

With the top down and the sun shining, it would have been hard to 
imagine a better day to make the long drive out of town to Glen Park. 
 When I started down the highway, Beth scooted down in her seat to 
keep her hair from fluttering wildly in the breeze.  I smiled as she 
told me about a phone call from her sister.  I thought I saw the 
faint hint of her nipples tensing beneath the ribbed cotton of her 
shirt.

"Where's Scott?" I finally asked, glancing over as we rolled along 
the road.  Beth frowned and put a bare foot up on the dash.  I 
couldn't see her eyes beneath the dark sunglasses she now wore.

"Gone," she said. 

"Another business trip?"

"Nope," she said.  "Just gone."

"Oh," I said, "I'm sorry."  Beth started laughing.

"No you're not," she said.  "You're a dumbbell."

"Why is that?"

"Do you believe in unicorns?" she asked.  I looked over, saw her 
smile, her heavy breasts, a flash of white panty between her lean 
thighs.

"Not really," I said.

"I visited a fortune teller when I was at Pam's.  We went to the 
county fair and Pam likes that kind of thing.  Do you believe in 
fortune tellers?"

"What did she tell you?" I asked.

"Strange things.  She told me to beware of owls."

"Was this like a gypsy, with gold hoop earrings and a shawl and 
scarfs and rings and big flowing skirts?"

"Something like that."

"Have any owls been after you?"

"You know what?  I think she meant Scott."

"Then I believe in fortune tellers."

"Really?  I don't, but maybe I'm wrong.  You know why I think she 
meant Scott."

"Not a clue.  I would have figured him for a badger or a coral snake. 
 A crow, maybe."

"We were getting along and everything, but about two weeks ago he 
called me up and I cringed when I heard his voice.  I don't know what 
it was, but every word he said just irritated me.  Not what he said, 
but the sound of his voice.  It was like the screech of fingernails 
on a chalkboard.  I couldn't hang up fast enough."

"Was this before or after the gypsy?"

"Before."

"So what about the owl?"

"A screech owl.  I've never heard one, but that's what popped into my 
head when she told me to watch out for owls."

"So you dumped Scott?"

"Yeah."

"Because a gypsy told you to watch out for owls."

"No, well, you could say that.  No.  Things were going all right, but 
it just wasn't there.  You know?  I just wanted more."

"I know," I said.  "I know that feeling."

We drove in silence for ten miles.  The road began to demand my 
attention as we entered the foothills.  Beth seemed preoccupied, 
looking out into the woods.  I stole peeks when I could, wondering 
what kind of mood our discussion had put her into.  Her skirt had 
risen further, distracting me with an indecent view of her panties 
and the cooler air of the shaded drive had stiffened her nipples.  I 
struggled between driving safely and satisfying my lewd appetite 
while Beth stared into the passing landscape.

"We've been friends a long time," she said, now smiling.

"Long enough," I said.

"Do you think I've been good to you?"

"In what way?"

"Fair.  You're always there for me.  Like today.  You didn't even ask 
me what I have planned."

"I asked."

"Yes, but you didn't expect me to answer.  You listen to me."

"I like to listen to you."

"Why?  What have I done for you?"

"Beth, what kind of a question is that?"

"Well, I just wondered.  I mean, I like to listen to you.  You always 
make sense."

"I try."

"I know.  More than I do.  I don't think I've been very nice to you. 
 I haven't called you in weeks."

"Posh.  You're my best friend, even when you forget about me.  I 
know how these things go.  I don't expect more than you can spare 
me."

"The fortune teller told me to listen to my heart.  That made me 
think of you."

"I'm glad."

"You told me that, once.  I should have taken your advice."

"What did your heart tell you?"

"To call you up.  Take you to a forest glen."

"A forest glen?"  I asked.  Beth just smiled.

She led me to a shady nook and spread a blanket out under a big oak 
tree.  I uncorked one of the bottles of wine she brought while Beth 
unpacked our lunch.  I lifted a glass.

"Beware of owls," I said.  Beth laughed and drank her wine.

After a delicious lunch, I lay back in the cool grass, feeling the 
heat of the sun wash over me, my face tickled by a gentle breeze.  I 
closed my eyes and darkness stole my thoughts.  A few minutes passed, 
more or less, and shading the sunlight with a hand, I propped myself 
up.

Beth sat with her eyes closed, leaning back against the trunk of the 
ancient oak, her legs spread in a wide, relaxed pose.  Beth had taken 
off her clothes.  My eyes opened wide, drinking the vision in deep 
draughts, afraid to move, thinking I only dreamed a familiar dream.  
Beth didn't move and as my arm began to ache, I finally had to, 
getting up on my knees.  My gaze never strayed for an instant.

I had known this girl for seven years, sometimes more, sometimes 
less, and although I had always liked her company, my real attraction 
for her was only a few months old.  In fact, Scott the Screech Owl 
had precipitated the blossoming of my feelings for Beth.  He treated 
her poorly, with a general disrespect that genuinely bothered me.  In 
wanting to defend her from his crude manners, I found myself falling 
in love.

Then I thought I saw the hint of a smile on Beth's face.  I started 
to crawl toward her, curious to see what would happen.  The smile 
grew slightly and so I dared to kiss her toe.  A tremble coursed her 
body.  I kissed her foot and Beth laughed aloud.

My lips began a slow journey along her calf, to her knee, along her 
thigh.  Beth's hand rested in my head as I kissed the soft brown 
curls of her lap. 

"Now I have you," she said, moving to return my kiss with her 
soft secret lips, taking ahold of my hair.  I teased her with my 
tongue, pressing wet along her blossoming furrow.  Beth moaned a 
sweet song of joy.

Her thick nippled tits bounced as she mounted and rode my stiff 
steed, a gallop of delight.  I called her loving names and held
her bottom's rhythm steady.  Beth kissed me with feverish wet kisses 
and told me she was mine.

"I've wanted you, Beth," I said as I planted my staff deep.

"I know," she said, surrender in her sea blue eyes.  "I knew and now 
I know."

A storm of ecstasies stole the afternoon away, until we lay nestled 
quiet in the dusk's verdant glade.

"I love the sound of your voice," she said.  "I think that's what 
first drew me to you.  I like to hear you talk.  It makes me feel 
sexy, like the neigh of a unicorn."  Beth kissed me.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" I asked, thinking back on 
our strange and beautiful day.

"Yes.  Somehow I knew that I would."

"How did you know?"

"The fortune teller reminded me of something my grandmother used to 
say," Beth told me.  I looked into her blue eyes curiously,.  

"Something about a summer's day, when the screech owl sleeps, if a
virgin listens for her heart's song under the boughs of a forest
glen, she'll hear the Unicorn neigh and if she sits quiet and still,
he'll lay down in her lap.  Something like that.  Anyway, I 
thought it was worth a try."

"Wise woman," I said, stroking Beth's pale belly.  She laughed.

"Listen," Beth said with an ear to the wind as I teased her nipple 
hard.  "That's him.  The Unicorn's neighing again."

~~~
Unicorn
by Lord Malinov

<malinov@mindless.com>

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Power belongs to those who dare. . . Sapere Aude


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