Another day at Foster Academy. My spirits lift a little since I convinced my friends, Charlotte, Richard, Emily, and William, to go hiking in the woods on the school's property. Well, the word friends isn't really accurate, as they really only tolerate me because my uncle is Headmaster.

You see, my parents died in a car accident a year ago and I was sent to live with my only other living relative, Uncle Thomas. He just happens to be Headmaster at this prestigious school. Unfortunately, he thought I needed what he calls a proper education and discipline, so … here I am.

I am seventeen years old and the students live in dormitories on the grounds. My parents were simpler folk, so I don’t really fit in with these privileged yuppies. I was raised on a modest farm where I helped my father care for the land and our animals. Nature is really the only place I am at peace. I am grateful there are woods on the school property. Nature saves my sanity and I hope to be able to come enjoy its peace and tranquility often. Uncle Thomas and I don't exactly get along. I can't tell you how many times my ass has felt his cane since I have been here. Nothing I do seems to be right. 

This is my first hike in the woods as they are rumored to be haunted. While classmates still sneak away to fuck there, many prefer to avoid them. I have been told of many strange occurrences of mischief, where branches supposedly swipe at students or roots rise to trip them. I don't believe this nonsense and think my uncle himself might have spread the rumors just to keep the students from venturing here. 

Catherine and I sit on the ground underneath a tree for a rest, while the others hike ahead. She is a prissy girl, but more tolerable than the others. Suddenly, movement behind a tree catches my eye. Leaning forward for a better glimpse, I see a beautiful face peering back at me. Long ringlets of golden locks adorn her angelic face. “Angelic” is the only word for her - translucent, flawless skin, large sky-blue eyes, and rose-colored lips. The thick tree hides her body. 

Rising, I move towards her saying, “Hello there.”

Charlotte turns around and then turns back, eyeing me curiously, “Aiden, who are you talking to?”

“Her,” I say, pointing to the unknown miss who captured my attention.

“Who?” she asks with her head darting around.

“Don’t you see her? She’s right there.” It’s then I notice the mischievous smile spread across her gorgeous face. Something is amiss here.

William, Richard, and Emily come back wanting to know what the fuss is about. 

"Aiden has an imaginary friend," she scoffs.

"Oh, maybe it is the ghost in the woods. Oooooooooooo," teases Emily, wiggling her fingers in the air.

Pointing again, I repeat, "She's right there? You have to see her! Behind the tree! Right there!"

They all follow my finger with blank looks on their faces. The girl behind the tree giggles, seemingly enjoying the scene.

"Dude..." Williams mutters, shaking his head.

“God, you are a real fuck-a-doodle,” Emily spews. 

The pack walks away and I follow after taking one more glance back at the tree. Damn, my mystery girl is gone.

ooOoo

Last night's dreams were filled with the captivating girl from the woods. As soon as my last class is over, I race to the woods to try to find her again. Hoping and praying she was not just a figment of my imagination. Seeing her was the first real feeling of joy I have felt since coming here.

"Hello?" I call out, trekking through the trees. 

She appears. Not just peeking behind a tree, but in full form right before my eyes. And ... and ... she is naked. 

"Hi ... its ... ummm ... me again. I am ... Aiden," I sputter.

"You can really see me, can you not?"

"Yes, I am seeing you - all of you."

She makes no move to cover her nakedness. I shift my legs in discomfort as my cock has sprung in my too-tight uniform pants. She is the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid eyes upon. Her long hair cascades over her shoulders, covering her breasts, but I see the rest of her. It curves to a tiny waist before widening to lovely shaped hips, narrowing again to slender legs. As hard as I try to keep my eyes on her eyes, they drift down to the blonde curly hair covering her mound. 

"You're naked."

"Yes. Why would I not be? I am at my home."

We stand in silence, sizing each other up, I guess. 

"How come no one else could see you yesterday?" I blurt out. "My friends ... they think I'm crazy. I think I'm crazy."

"Only someone with a pure heart and love for God's creations can see me. You are the first of your kind to see me," she says, taking a tentative step forward. "I am Willow."

"What are you, Willow?" I push.

"I am me ... Willow," she answers, looking confused.

"No, I mean ... oh, nevermind." I decide to end this line of questioning for now.

She continues to survey me, up and down, and I try desperately to not stare at her furry, delicious crotch.

"You be naked too," she says.

"Ummm ... you want me to take off my clothes?"

"Yes, you be naked too."

Okay, this is a first for me. But, getting naked does sound good as my dick is killing me trapped in these pants. I am not usually uncomfortable in the buff, as my body is pretty good, thanks to all my work on the farm. However, I can't look at her as I shed my clothes. She unnerves me for sure. As lovely as she is, her somewhat bizarre behavior rattles me.

She doesn't wait long to come to me, her hands reaching out and stroking my hair, then traveling down my neck. Fingertips caress my skin making goosebumps pop up everywhere. Something else pops back up as well. Oh, God.

"What is that?" she exclaims, pointing to my lengthening cock.

"Ummm, my cock," I try to say nonchalantly.

"It is like a tree, growing, with a very thick trunk," she says giving it a hard yank without warning.

"Ow!" I yell, pulling back. 

She jumps at my exclamation, and I grab her hand reassuring her. "It's okay. Just be careful with that, please. It's the only one I have and I need it."

"And what are these dangling berries?" she squeals, giggling as she juggles my balls in her tiny hands.

"Oh, ummm, well, first of all, they are not berries. Bigger than berries, right? Those are my balls and are even more sensitive than my cock."

As she continues her exploration of my body, squeezing my shoulders and arms, I ask, "So, have you seen a boy before?"

"Yes, some come to the woods. But I have not seen one naked."

"Ummm..." her touches cut off my train of thought.

"I like how hard you are ... like the sturdy live oak," she says giggling, poking my bicep with her slender finger. "Yes, you definitely remind me of a live oak, Aiden."

"Ummm, okay," I mutter, not sure if she is complimenting me or not. 

Everything about this girl captivates me. She truly takes my breath away and is like no other girl I have ever met before. Innocent. Sweet. Soft. I feel an instant connection and I hope she feels what I feel. 

Taking a leap, I say, "Willow, I would love nothing more than to kiss you." I smile as her blue eyes widen. "May I ... kiss you?"

"But ... I do not know how. I have watched others in these woods speak of kissing, but I have not been kissed." She lowers her chin as if ashamed.

I raise it back up with my thumb. "I will show you." 

Cupping her face within my palms, I lean in planting a soft kiss on each cheek. 

"How was that, Willow?"

She beams, "It felt nice."

"Now you try," I say, lifting her hands to cup my face. 

Her fingertips trace my jawline and she rises on her tippy-toes. Gently, she leans in to kiss each cheek. 

"Did I do it right?" she asks, her voice quivering.

"Yes, Willow." She has the softest lips. "Now, close your eyes and don't move."

She obeys. My God, she is gorgeous! Her perfectly-curved lips instinctively pucker in anticipation. Bowing my head, I gently kiss her lips with mine and hold them there until I feel her lips move. Soon our lips move harmoniously. My cock just about explodes when melodic coos sound from deep within her. 

Breaking away, I look back at her face for her reaction.

"More," she says, brazenly rising up to claim my lips again. 

She breaks our kiss this time and takes off skipping, calling, "Catch me," over her shoulder.

I run after her, loving the way her bum shakes as she moves. She looks over her shoulder again just in time to see me trip over an exposed tree root. As I am on my way down to face plant in the ground, a bunch of leaves swirl before me and pile on the ground, softening my fall. 

I lift my head, "What the..."

She swirls her hands again and another group of leaves twirls in a circle above me before free-falling on my head. I hear her mischievous giggles as I dust the leaves out of my hair and stand back up.

"How did you do that?"

"It's easy. You can do it too. The woods obey anyone who truly loves and respects them. I will teach you."

This is when I know for sure Willow is a magical creature. I am not sure what kind of magical creature and to tell you the truth, it doesn't matter.

ooOoo

I visit the eccentric Willow every day after classes this week. And every day we get to know one another while naked. Kissing. Snuggling. Talking. And every evening when I head back to the dorm my balls are blue. Once in my room, you can bet the first thing I do is wack off. Damn, I find her so desirable - everything about her draws me in. But, she is not just a typical virgin, every interaction with me is a first for her. No matter how painful, I will show her the respect and care she deserves and not move things along before she is ready. 

When we are together, she shows me the wonders of her world. On the farm, I felt a connection to the animals, but nothing like what she shows me. Wildflowers bloom at her bidding. Trees come to life with a swoosh of her fingers. Even the birds come when she sings their songs with her musical voice. She is truly one with nature. The more time I spend with her the more I feel in touch with my surroundings as well. Magical is the best word to describe Willow. And I know I am falling in love with her.

Late one afternoon, she had been teasing me about something silly, when she bends over to pick up an acorn. I laugh envisioning a branch on the tree behind her swatting her sumptuous bottom. And then it does!

"Oweeeee!" she squeals. She looks behind her then back to me, smiling. "You are a naughty boy." Shaking her finger at the tree she fusses, "And you! You are supposed to be my friend."

I laugh and move forward pulling her into my arms, lowering a hand to rub her stinging bottom, while exclaiming, "I did it! The tree obeyed me!"

"Maybe I teach you too well, Aiden," she giggles, snuggling within my arms.

"I gave you a spank," I say. "In case you haven't seen that yet. It's when you strike the bum of a naughty person as a punishment ... or pleasure for some."

"Then you shall get some spanks as well, naughty Aiden!" And with those words, the tree behind me comes to life swishing its slim branches against my backside. 

"Ouch! Damn! Ouch!" I jump around, trying, yet failing, to escape the stinging strikes.

Well, two can play this game. I call upon the branches to whip her bum again. We both yelp and laugh watching the other dance. 

"Enough!" she squeals, rubbing her reddening cheeks.

We call off the spanking limbs and spin around laughing, showing each other our rosy bums. Then, her laughter stops and she runs and tackles me, sending us both flying to the ground. The leaves are quick to respond and we experience a soft landing. Her lips mash against mine in a passion I have never felt before from her as she grinds her pelvis against mine. She is aroused! The spanking fucking aroused her! 

My hand maneuvers between us to find the warmth between her legs. My cock springs to life again as my fingers discover her sticky mess between her legs. Damn, she is so wet! Grunting in my ear, she is all over me like a wild animal. I want to fuck her but can't have this be her first time. It needs to be special, not some hard, frenzied fuck. But, I can get her off - introduce her to more pleasures she has been missing. 

In one swift motion, I roll her off me and cuddle beside her. 

"Trust me," I whisper.

"I do," she whispers back.

I kiss my way down her virginal body, leaving no patch of skin untouched. Her hands twist so ravenously in my hair, I think I shall surely be bald before she has cum. Upon reaching her mound, I lovingly stroke her furry patch, watching as her pussy becomes engorged. Like a beautiful flower, it opens for me. 

My fingers slide up and down her lips, teasing, exploring. I know she will be tight and time my first probe inside her pussy with a lick on her clit. She screams, arching her back towards the sky. 

"Does that feel good, Willow?"

"More!" she cries.

Her juices cover my fingers and I know she won't last much longer. I slide a hand underneath her bottom to hold her in place as my tongue licks and laps at her clit, while my finger continues stroking just inside her sweet flower. She is so tight, I don't want to hurt her, and slowly work my finger in deeper and deeper. Upon finding her special spot, I bury my face against her mound and give her my all.

"Aiden! Wha ... wha ... wha.  what's h ... h ... h ... happening?" she stutters, with ragged breaths.

"Let it out. I have you," I promise her.

She falls still then screams my name before her body erupts into convulsions. I continue my licking and fingering until her body finally stops its violent shaking. Moving back up, I pull her against my body. Then, I notice her tears. 

"Willow?"

"Happy," she says, as tears freely flow down her cheeks and onto my chest.

ooOoo

Knowing I will feel the sting of my uncle's cane upon my ass, I blow off my afternoon classes today. I can't stop thinking about Willow and need to see her ... make sure she is alright. Hold her. Kiss her. Possibly, if the time is right, make love to her.

Shortly after entering the woods, I hear loud noises - the noises of two people fucking. I creep along and stop upon seeing William plowing into Emily, who is hugging a tree yelling, "Harder, you ass! Harder!"

And then I see her - Willow. She is peeking around the tree, unseen by them, with her eyes glued to their privates. I watch her. My cock grows to never-before-seen lengths at watching my darling Willow watching them fuck. I almost spurt in my pants when Willow squats down for a better look ... her face a mere inch from his dick fucking Emily's twat. Her facial expressions are ones of curiosity, wonder, and definitely desire. She likes what she is seeing, of that I am sure. 

I tiptoe away before she sees me, with my mind made up. Using my newly discovered powers, I pick one yellow and one lavender wildflower and carry them to a shady spot underneath a live oak. The oak I choose has magnificent horizontal and arching branches that form a rounded canopy. Digging a tiny hole in the dirt, I plant the wildflowers and then call upon them to spread, forming a colorful blanket on the ground. I spy a marvelously scented white flower and will it to encircle our floral bed. Taking a step back, I admire my work. Very nice, if I do say so myself. 

I creep back to where my fucking classmates were seen just in time for the grand finale. Emily shrieks, "Don't cum inside me asshole!" so William pulls out squirting his goo on the ground beside her. Oh my God, Willow bends over and dips a finger in his cum, then brings it up to her nose for a sniff before wiping it on the tree trunk that Emily still hugs. I impatiently wait for the lovebirds to get themselves together and leave before making my presence known to Willow.

She jumps upon seeing me, but I try to act casual, not letting on I saw her little act of voyeurism. 

"Hi, Willow." I kiss her delicious lips and lift her off the ground in a bear hug. "I have a surprise for you."

"You do? What is it? What is it?" she shouts, bouncing up and down.

Taking her hand, I simply say, "You will see."

As my lovenest comes into view, she suddenly stops. For a moment, I fear I have made a huge mistake. Then, she takes off running towards the live oak, squealing her delightful squeal. I run to catch up to her, loving her excited reaction.

She circles the bed, bending to finger the flowers, reaching up to stroke the tree canopy.

"I love it!" she says, jumping into my arms. 

"I wish to make love to you, Willow, if you are ready."

"I wish this too, Aiden," she whispers, hugging me tighter.  

I lay her onto her back, whispering reassurances in her ear. Our lips lightly touch, soft kisses to start. Raking my fingers through her long hair, our mouths press harder against one another. My tongue slips inside her mouth, finding her eager tongue. She is the best kisser I have ever experienced. Our mouths fit perfectly together; I suspect the rest will as well.

I kiss down her neck to her perfect breasts, kissing one and then the other. She makes the cutest noises as I playfully pinch her nipples. They darken and harden by my touches.

She feels confident, and her hand wanders down to my cock, lingering against my hip.

“May I touch it? I won’t yank it,” she whispers.

Her sweet innocence lights me up. I take her small hand and show her how to wrap it around my hardness. She wanks me a little too vigorously again, and I cup her hand with mine, teaching her long, smoother strokes.

I have waited so long for her to touch me, I am already about to explode, and pull her hand away.

“Did you not like?”

“I did like … too much actually. I love your touches, sweetness, but don't want to cum too soon.”

She smiles, pleased I complimented her touches.

My fingers reach between her legs, gently awakening her delicate flower. I take my time, wanting everything to be perfect for Willow. When she is wet enough, I gingerly spread her knees, hopefully opening her pussy to accept me more easily. I am not sure who is more nervous. I don't take my responsibility of giving her an unforgettable first time lightly. 

"I will make love to you now, Willow. You will feel a brief pain, but then it will subside. I promise. Are you ready, sweetness?"

Positioning my cock at her delicate entrance, I slowly push inside, watching her face for any signs of pain.

Her face scrunches a little. 

"Relax, sweetie," I encourage.

While one hand strokes her cheek, my other finds her clit, hoping its pleasure distracts from the pain. I maneuver my cock at her entrance, pushing just inside, as I fervently strum her clit. Her reaction is instantaneous, with bucking hips and cries of pleasure. It is now that I thrust inside her, breaking her barrier.

She freezes, stretching to accommodate my size, letting the pain wash over her.

When I feel her legs relax, I start to move inside her - slowly thrusting. Pulling out, then pushing back in a little farther from before. I watch her face change. Eyes rollback. Mouth forms a cute 'O' showing me she is feeling good. 

"How do you feel, Willow?"

"More," she whispers. 

I smile and kiss her lips, our tongues dancing, as my hips move a little faster, pushing deeper inside her warm pussy. My kisses swallow her moans of pleasure. She feels like Heaven. So tight. Wet. Welcoming.

Sliding my hands underneath her bottom, I try a different angle and she goes crazy, thrashing about, screaming. I command the dangling branches to restrain her limbs, after spreading her legs wide.

Her eyes are wild with passion. "More!"

I feel her needy pussy sucking me in deeper. My thickness stretches her more and completely fills her. I vary my thrusts, wanting to draw out our lovemaking. My hands cup her breasts, squeezing her nipples. She struggles against her restraints, but I know they are adding to her pleasure. These first-time feelings overwhelm her and she will feel more being forced to lie still and endure all the new sensations.

Our eyes lock. I see her. She sees me. We both feel it - our unbreakable bond.

Her legs start to uncontrollably shake and I know she is about to cum. I thrust harder wishing us to cum together. Our sounds of ecstasy silence nature. The branches release her so I can lift her legs and fuck her deeper. Plunging. Driving. Pounding. 

She screams.

I scream.

Our essence mixes inside her pussy, before I withdraw, allowing our juices to escape, soaked up by the flowers beneath us. 

I don't know how long we snuggle together underneath the stars. 

"Willow, you are the most important person in my life."

"Aiden, you are that person to me."

ooOoo

Later that evening, I sit at my desk, staring out at the woods. I have felt so alone since my parents passed away. For sure, I don't belong with Uncle Thomas or here at this stupid school. My place is with her. But how? Can I just run away and live with her in the woods? When I think of her, my entire being flutters with joy. It is like nothing I have ever felt. I need her. Smiling, I start to daydream, replaying our lovemaking over and over and over. 

Just as I sit thinking my life is perfect, a group of students is careless in the woods, leaving sparks unattended. The wind picks up, flinging a spark onto the dry brush, and like dominos falling, one leaf ignites another and another and another until the embers quickly turn to roaring flames.

The toxic smell of smoke awakens me from my dream. I can see the smoke from my window, billowing in the sky.

“Willow!” I yell, racing from the school towards the woods.

The students have gathered outside, eyes towards the devil’s inferno, watching in horror. I hear Charlotte call my name upon seeing me running towards the fire.

“Aiden, no!” she screams.

I ignore her, my heart pounding out of my chest as I enter the woods, continuing my call for my beloved Willow, straining my ears to hear her sweet voice respond.

The fire is spreading, gobbling up everything in its path. I need to find her! I gag, choking on the smoke from the encroaching flames. Then, I hear her.

“Aiden!”

My feet can’t carry me fast enough through the thick smoke, trying to follow her voice; my body pours sweat from the heat of the fire. Then, I see her, clinging to a tree. As I reach her, she jumps into my arms.

“Aiden!”

“Willow! I found you! I love you, Willow! I thought I had lost you!”

“I love you too, Aiden!” She plants frantic kisses all over my face.

“We have to get out of here. Follow me.” I turn, looking for a way out, pulling her by the hand.

She stops me, tears flowing from her eyes. “Aiden, I can’t leave. I can’t leave the forest,” she cries. “Go! You go! Leave me!”

I shake her yelling, “No! I will never leave you!”

The smoke burns my throat with every breath. “What can we do, Willow?”

“The animals are safe. They fled in time. But, my beloved trees cry out in pain,” she sobs, face pressed against my chest.

“How can we help them?” I frantically wrack my brain for a solution.

“We can’t, dearest Aiden. Fire is too powerful a force. But, their roots are strong and they will be reborn again.”

Thick black smoke blankets the woods and the sky turns blood red. We are now surrounded by the fire. Clinging desperately to one another, we look into each other’s eyes, seeing no other option. Our lips meet as the protective ground swallows us.

ooOoo

50 years later…

Out of the flames comes new growth in the woods. The birds and animals have returned as new life once again breathes behind the reputable boarding school. Young, healthy trees have burst forth from the ground. The focal point - a live oak and a willow tree rising towards the sky, held firmly in place by its respective roots. As your eyes drift upward, you will notice its branches intertwining, resembling lovers in a tangled embrace.

Now different rumors spread about the woods. Students have reported seeing the silhouette of a young couple kissing underneath the trees. Woodland Spirits they are called … the male is said to resemble Aiden Cromwell, the boy from Foster Academy thought to have died in the woodland fire over fifty years ago. This tale also comes with a warning. If you disrespect nature here, you can expect a branch to sharply whip you on your bum.