"Wildflower" was her name. There's none more sweet than this hot young thing running loose on Lake Michigan the day she changed from a little girl into a woman. She loved sex with herself and had no idea that anyone anywhere might possibly disapprove.
Wildflower grew up free as a dove with minimal adult brainwashing, censorship and supervision. Her favorite things to do in the whole world was to sing, paint, and
read; she loved to dream about what she was going to do when she grew up; when was free to go out into the bigger arena where she could avoid alien intruders who disapproved of the way she thought and loved.
Like the natural wild flower she was born to be,
Wildflower grew quickly and became impervious to her surroundings; she needed and got very little personal care. There was a wildness about her looks, but she was nevertheless beautiful having all the splendor of an isolated flower in a formal garden planted for the personal delight and recognition of a few connoisseurs.
Her breasts grew faster than she did tall, but were always a perfect compliment to her quickly maturing 38/24/38 body. Her shoulders were wide and stunning and like her breasts, they were round and firm and fully packed with silky soft pale peachy flesh.
Eventually she reached 5'5" and with her feminine high heels she looked just right at 5'7 to 5'8. At fourteen this was quite a sight and by eighteen, she was stunning and growing impatient for a man to take her and make a woman out of her. Wildflower hoped she could return the favor and in turn make a man out of him.
People loved to hug Wildflower. Whenever anyone took hold of her they got something solid but soft, a vulnerable being who cried out to be squeezed. Much like a Classic Mercedes she was well built and classy with a strong clean beating heart that matched its powerful motor.
Early on Wildflower liked the feel of her own body and loved how soft and full and strong it felt. She loved to caress it as she laid in bed dreaming about this and that and how someday a lover would fondle her with hot hands and feast upon her full luscious Reuben like painted lips.
Wildflower loved her summer home and her winter home. Both family cottages had grown to be part of her upbringing from birth to her eighteenth year. The exposed and routed out 2/10's were not evenly spaced; the foot wide boards that made up the walls stood silent witness to the many years of coaxing all of the cottage walls into to a soft uniform color - an amber glowing when its little lamps were lit - a genuine hard won patina that invited and welcomed one and all.
In a big city slum with a little careless neglect such a home might be looked down upon or even condemned, but here on Mackinac Island and in Saugatauk they were revered and admired; homes well kept.
The spacious rooms were embellished through out with an abundance of white wicker and lovely Victorian Antiques. (3) Living in these places gave one a sense of entitlement and a feeling for American History. You felt as if you had lived like this forever and your life
like the cottages, would always be an endless summer.
Wildflower seemed to defy time and remained impervious to the ever increasing modern ways of the island's newest residents; the Thorny Musk Roses (who like the uncontrollable fast spreading pretty purple underground weed) were gradually and subtly taking over the general landscape, destroying all
the good and beautiful plantings in its way.
Thorny Musk Roses were so unlike herself that every now and again, she felt a deep ache, a sense of loneliness and longing for something lost that would never again return. Wildflower neither wanted their pruning advice or exposure to their latest noxious toxins guaranteed to ensure her "betterment".
Yes, Wildflower lived wild and free and took happiness for granted. Whether it was jogging around the island or having sex on a daily basis courtesy of sex toys and the fine art of masturbation - she loved life.
When enjoyment wasn't hers to have, she made it okay and took it for granted that it meant she was due for twice as much on another day. She had a good attitude on life and it showed in whatever she said or did.
Wildflower grew up near plenty of these old gingerbread clad 120 year old Victorians with their proper rose-covered gates and white pickets. Almost all of them were owned by families you never saw whether it be on their front porches or out across their lavishly landscaped yards taken care of by professional gardeners.
Once or twice a year Wildflower caught a glimpse of her neighbors as the islands horses and carriages transported them to and from the Grand Hotel and the Shepler's ferries that took them across the straits to nearby small towns for doctor appointments and buying trips to pick up supplies not available on the island.
Wildflower didn't have much to do with her neighbor, but often she would visit their cottages to study the landscaping and architecture. She loved to sketch them and eventually learned to paint Victorians in bright vivid colors so typical of San Francisco's Painted Lady's. She eventually built up a following
in nearby artist communities in Saguatuck and
on Mackinac Island. (1)
Wildflower's cottage paintings sold often enough that she could earn money from wealthy resorters in order to make a living rather than take a job like most girls her age had to do by waiting tables or making beds at the local hotels or working at the 1600s U.S. Forts or at jobs associated with tasks pertaining to the many horses that provided transportation around the island.
Wildflower knew she was cut from a different cloth than these new breed of resorters, but did not judge them and neither sought or denied their friendship. She was simply happy to focus on her art, rather than "fitting in" where she didn't belong with the Thorny Musk Roses who wouldn't have approved of her free wheeling thinking and "freedom first" life style.
Despite the island being quite an international tourist destination, it was conservative at its core which was in keeping with the fact NO automobiles were allowed anywhere on the island except for a fire
truck and an ambulance.
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Mackinac Island is often remembered by many as the location of the romantic and unforgettable movie, "Somewhere In Time" starring Christopher Reeves.
Here the natives call outsiders "Fudgies". Fudgies are called Fudgies because everyone who comes to the island for a day would typically purchase homemade fudge and take it back to their homes all over the United States of America and the entire free world.
On Wildflowers eighteenth birthday she spotted a Fudgie walking out of Murdock's Fudge Shop. He had on a University of Michigan Blue and Gold Sweatshirt and told her his name was Eric Z. Erickson and that he
was originally from the Marieham in the A:land Islands.
Wildflower was sure that he had to be the cutest boy she had ever seen in her life. His hair was long and thick and blond like hers. His eyes were as crystal
blue as the water on this clear cloudless day from top
of the Mackinaw Bridge (2) one of the longest bridges in the world which Wildflower felt she just crossed to gain entrance to heaven when she saw his brilliant smile.
Eric standing tall and proud against the sky looked like a Norse God - Thor himself - standing at the helm of an ancient vessel as he stood there perched atop the porch railing balancing his stance by his grasp on corbels above him.
He and Wildflower lost track of time as they enthusiastically talked. When she said she had to leave he offered to help Wildflower carry her art supplies up the hill to the longest porch in the world at the Grand Hotel where she had agreed to paint the portrait of the
general managers wife.
Later on they sat on one end of the mammoth porch and listened to the live music that flooded the streets from down below. Soon they were wrapped up in each others arms and began making progress towards satisfying their feelings of accelerated love.
Neither one of them spoke of it but they each felt there bodies would inevitably be joined before the night was over, that they were indeed on a thunderous gallop that nothing was going to stop. IF tonight they
make love, It will be his first time and hers too.
They were soon politely interrupted by Mr. Roman Marnwell, General Manager of the Grand Hotel who
asked Wildflower and Eric if they were guests.
Wildflower introduced herself and Eric, explaining
to Mr. Marnwell that she was here earlier and
had painted his wife's portrait.
Mr. Marnwell smiled broadly as if he had a secret
he would soon be sharing and then replied:
"Come with me, I have something to show you."
Wildflower and Eric followed Mr. Marnwell up to the top floor of the hotel where they were given a tour of a
breathtakingly beautiful suite that overlooked the Straits of Mackinaw.
On the balcony were vivid colored purple pansies and petunias, bright red dragon's breath, miniature yellow marigolds and lacy white Baby's Breath all arranged in a squatty black oriental vase which sat in middle of a large round table draped in ivory colored damask spilling on to the hardwood floor below.
Next to the table stood a rack that held champagne cooling in an ornate silver ice-bucket. Next to it was large bowl of assorted fruit and a tiered crystal plate ladened with a fine assortment of cheese and crackers.
Two big fluffy white hotel monogramed terry cloth
robes hung behind the double bathroom door.
Wildflower exclaimed to the manager:
"Oh, this is so grand and beautiful! But I must
ask, is there a reason you have brought us here?"
Mr. Marnwell smiled and hugged Wildflower saying:
"This room is all yours if it is your pleasure to accept it. The people who were scheduled to be here tonight had to cancel due to an emergency. They requested we
make it a gift to some deserving person. My wife
and I decided to offer it to you first.... "
Thanking Mr. Marnwell profusely, Wildflower closed
the door. Eric enfolded her in his arms and then
picked her up and placing her on the old four poster feather bed they simply held each other close and soon fell fast asleep in each others arms grateful for this day they would remember and cherish always.
A few hours later they awoke and silently took turns undressing each other, as they savored the sight of each others hard tight and trembling sweet asses so naughtily revealed to their amazed and hungry eyes.
Eric piggy backed Wildflower into the shower on his back. They laughed and played like children soaping each other up as they delighted in the heady
sensuous delight of touching each others nipples
and sucking up on each others sweet flesh as they non-stop lubricated each other with anxious tongues.
Eric's rock hard erection in that shower longed for a good and immediate home and had no trouble finding the entrance to Wildflower's throbbing virgin cunt.
Dragging her with him, Eric sat down on the long white marble shower bench while Wildflower steadied Eric's beautiful mind-blowing cock and aimed it too slide easily between her legs. She slowly sat her tightness down upon his thickness and then completely drove his rod upward to the place where her virginal hymen awaited his piercing.
Eric thrust upward and in three quick stabs he broke
through her hyman. Wildflower screamed in uncontrollable pain mixed with passion.
Making sure Wildflower was okay he continued his thrusting upward to the ultimate goal - that "G spot" - that thing he had read so much about and knew was there somewhere in the vicinity of his throbbing now confident phallic weapon.
Wildflower began increasing her tempo sliding up and down his shaft faster and faster breathtakingly nailed into to his riveting thick cock and wanting to straddle
it forever as the cowgirl she always suspected she'd be
if given a chance to prove herself in the wild mid-west.
Eric groaned aloud and letting out a guttural yell grabbed her hips and like a mad man on a mission slid her up and down his virgin shaft firing his powerful thrusts deep into Wildflower as she yelled out at the top of her lungs causing his entire load to explode deep within her.
Afterwords they clung to each other tightly while the tepid water streamed over them. Reluctantly they eventually left the shower and donned thirsty robes behind the door.
Eric then ordered dinner for two from room service.
On the balcony while they waited for their dinner
Wildflower and Eric enjoyed the hotels appetizers and complimentary wine.
Now refreshed, relaxed and nuzzling each other they talked enthusiastically about how they would enjoy
the next 3 days wrapped in each others arms and
living in the lap of summertime luxury.
After having dinner and going back to bed they continued making love and being absorbed in the sanctuary of each others arms, discovering their own world, but removed forever more from the world they had once known.
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EPILOGUE:
In the morning while Eric was still sleeping,
Wildflower found this note under her hotel room
door. It was from her best friend Babe:
Happy 18th. Birthday Wildflower! Here is a poem you wrote 3 years ago. Remember? Thought you might enjoy reading it again for old times sake! B.
THORNY MUSK ROSES
Where Wildflower Grew
Near Rose-Covered Gates,
Gentrified Fudgville,
Influenced Fate.
Thorny Musk Roses
A Memorable Kind,
Picking and Pricking
The Neighborhood Mind.
Yuppies and Muppies,
Garden Art Mature,
Critics Digging Up Dirt
And Spreading Manure.
Superficial Pleasantries,
Invitational Teas,
Ego Traps,
And Charity Pleas.
Politically Correct,
Judging And Fencing,
Un-Commital,
Over-Sensing.
Bad Spirits Breathe
Beneath Bigot Floors,
Decaying Roses,
On Wild Flowers Shores.
Cleansing White-Caps
Three Breakers High,
Baptize Fossils,
As Angels Stand-By.
Wildflower Growing,
In Crooked Tree Land,
Thorny Musk Roses,
Lending God A Hand.
Wildflower Spread,
Beyond Distant Shores,
Wildflower Dreads,
Life No More.
Wildflower Meets
The Boy Next Door,
Wildflower Gives Heart,
To See What's In Store.
Cleansing White-Caps
Three Breakers High,
Baptize Fossils,
As Angels Stand-By.
Wildflower Growing,
In Crooked Tree Land,
Thorny Musk Roses,
Lent her A Hand.
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Footnotes;
(1) Mackinac Island (pronounced Mack-in-naw)
(2) Mackinaw Bridge or Mackinaw City
(also pronounced Mack-in-naw)
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