Model: Maude Fealy by Rudolf Eickemeyer, 1910
Three weeks after arriving, Billy wasn’t sure he was going to like living in England. Dad was a pilot based at RAF Lakenheath and the entire family was forced into yet another move, this time across an entire ocean. It as nicer than dad’s last base in Omaha, but Billy still thought it was the butt end of nowhere.
The kids on the base weren’t friendly; one had called him a git, whatever that was. Even the other American kids were standoffish. He was used to a stretch without friends every time dad moved but at least back in America he had fun things to do like malls, and movies to take up the slack; but here there was a whole lot of nothing. Even the TV was a bust; the one in base housing only got four channels and they didn’t have a single thing he liked so far. Billy had been the uber-nerd back in Omaha and was teased by the kids there for his worship of all things Doctor Who. He had thought that going to England would be the greatest thing ever; it was the home of Doctor Who after all. Once the family arrived he was devastated to learn that not a single one of the four channels the TV in their new house even had Doctor Who reruns. The nearest thing to a mall was a bunch of shops way over in Mildenhall and he wasn’t allowed to go there on his own yet; 13 might be old enough to not need a babysitter but it wasn’t old enough to travel to the next town on the bus.
“What’s the matter luv?” Mrs. Wooton was the lady who cleaned their house twice a week. She was nice, in an old lady way, even if she did smell of mothballs.
“Bored.” Billy was a master of understatement.
“Well it’s a beautiful day. Maybe you should go for a ride on that nice new bicycle your father bought for you.”
“Yeah, I guess. I did hear there were bike trails over in Thetford forest.”
“That there are but you listen well young man; you stay on those trails. Thetford might be all built up but that is an old forest, full of old things.”
“Old things? Like what, a bunch of old people or something?”
Mrs. Wooton mussed Billy’s hair in mock annoyance.
“Of course not you scamp. Old things, Fae and Boggins and such. You just stay on the paths and don’t go following any lights or voices into the woods.”
“Fae? You mean like fairies? Those are just baby stories.”
“You just mind me young man. Do not go off the paths or you’ll learn that the Fae are not friends to little children.”
Billy rolled his eyes but promised to stay on the path.
* * *
Thetford Forest Park was a vast rolling set of woods east of Lakenheath. He had stayed in a fancy hotel with Mom on the south side of the forest when they first got to England. Base housing availability was running behind and he got to spend four days at a resort made to look like a tropical jungle complete with an awesome water park. They wandered through the forest on well paved paths. Mom loved the number of birds and butterflies. He thought it was nice, but not as nice as the water park. The trails and woods on this side of the forest were much cooler. The woods were dark and there was moss, spider webs, and other weird stuff hanging from branches. The trails were rough, either broken asphalt or bare dirt. Billy bounced from rut to rut, veering wildly through the dense woods. It was exhilarating and the most fun he had experienced since the water park.
He was covered in sweat from riding what must have been several miles when he spotted a small ramp of dirt a short distance off the trail.
Mrs. Wooton said to stay on the trail but the ramp was just a short way into the woods and it was really well lit. Billy wasn’t about to pass up an epic jump just because the housekeeper was afraid of some boogeyman.
Billy leaned into a hard turn and bounced across the forest floor. He stood on the pedals to gain more speed for the ramp. Wind blasted the sweat from his face. Branches whizzed past his head like bullets. He was so alive in that moment that nothing else mattered. The ramp grew closer and he pedaled faster; he wanted to get extreme air on this jump.
The ramp was mere yards away when a lady sat up on the far side of the ramp.
Billy wrenched the handlebars to the side and the bike bucked beneath him and then he was flying through the air. He slammed into the dirt and rolled several feet before coming to a painful halt. He heard the bike crash into a tree and knew that his father was going to kill him for damaging his new ride. He rolled onto his butt and looked at the lady who still sat on the far side of the ramp, staring at him with wide eyes.
The lady must have been sleeping in the brush because there were leaves in her hair and clinging to her body; it almost looked like her clothing was entirely made of leaves and flowers.
“Jeez lady, you coulda gotten killed,” Billy said.
The lady cocked her head and smiled at him. Her teeth were even and white and her eyes sparkled as she smiled; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Billy felt a strange warmth in his crotch and felt heat rising in his cheeks. Was this what the older boys meant by getting turned on?
“What were you doing behind the ramp?”
The lady continued to smile and raised one pale arm toward him. Her skin was as white as alabaster and Billy could see fine veins through the skin; in the forest shadows they almost looked green. Her long fingers crooked, beckoning him to come close. Billy rose, totally without conscious thought, and took a step toward her before he even realized that he was moving.
“Um, I really should be getting home, seeing as you’re alright,” he stammered.
The lady reached out with both arms toward him. Through the leaves on her chest he saw a curve of white skin topped by a dark round shape.
Oh my God, he thought. I can see her boob.
She opened her mouth and sang to him. There were no words, just beautiful notes like a song bird. Billy took another step forward. The lady beckoned him with both arms; the motion fully revealed both her breasts which were as white as her arms but tipped with dark green, leaf shaped areolas.
Billy staggered up to the lady who welcomed him into her arms. He laid his head on her breast, both aroused like a young man and comforted like a small child. The lady’s song filled his ears and he could feel vines writhing across his body. The vines uncoiled from her body and wrapped themselves around both woman and boy until they were both covered. It grew dark around Billy, part of him knew he should go home but he never wanted to leave this beautiful woman, his new mother.
Silence descended on the small glade. A bicycle lay twisted at the base of an oak, forgotten. The sun began to set, drawing long shadows from the lovely flowering bush which encircled the thin sapling beside a small ramp of soil.
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