Lazy New England Days

It was one of those lazy summer New England days. I had picked up a novel that I wanted to finish and headed off to the pond.

The pond was my little secret. I hopped the wooden fence, and then crawled under the barbed wire. I then walked across the pasture, being very wary of the bull. He eyed me but did not make a move. I suspect that, by now, he was quite used to seeing me and knew I was no threat.

The pond was just through the clearing, surrounded by woods and difficult to see unless you came right on it.

It was there that I spread out my blanket and nestled in for what I hoped would be the concluding chapters of my novel. It was a story of medieval legend and I was anxious to learn what happened to Avergon, the dauntless hero.

I slowly awoke. It must have been an hour later. At first, I didn’t see her. But as my vision cleared, I saw the outline of a woman standing over me. Her eyes were ribetted on me, standing above. The sun played on her silhouette as if she was framed in an aura of light. She was beautiful.

The aura was almost greenish, a reflection of the pond water and the grassy glen, adding to the vision. And in the midst, stood Roberta. Or so I learned later.

We became immediate acquaintances. We walked and talked. Sometimes we would meet by the pond, and sometimes by the tall grass. Other times, we would run through the woods or up the hill. Roberta was a fine athlete, and could jump astonishing distances.

Our friendship soon grew into something stronger. We became lovers.

The first time, we were lying at that very spot where we first met. Roberta wore a short emerald skirt and a matching blouse. Her seductive legs were crossed with mine as we sat and talked.

Without much warning and without much forethought, we leaned into each other and kissed. It wasn’t long before we started to undress each other. Roberta had a band aid on her thigh. I asked her about it. She said that she would rather not tell me and that I should never ask.

“Please do not remove the bad-aid. I must leave it on, always”, she said. “Other than that, have your will with me.” And I did. All afternoon we made love in the grass. Roberta loved to jump into the pond after one of our sessions. It was her way of cooling down, she would say. I would go in after her, and we would make love in the water. She would joke that she was an amphibian. She loved the water as much as the land and was equally passionate.

I learned that Roberta was a student of entomology. Everywhere we went, she would point out interesting bugs and flies and such that I would never had noticed, without her keen eye showing the way. We spent a lot of time in and around the pond area. She found it a nature’s paradise where she could study her passion. She also knew all the plants and flowers.

On one of our early dates, we went to the movies to see Jurassic Park. She even figured out how the dinosaurs were able to reproduce before that goofy character, the one who played the Fly in the remake, decided it was the result of the frog DNA and their ability to change their sex. Roberta was so remarkable, and in so many ways.

I studied her passion, as well. We made love three, sometimes four times a week. We were in love. All was perfect. I should say, almost all was perfect.

Actually, that and-aid thing was driving me crazy. I wanted so much to remove it; to see the soft flesh of her thigh beneath. I asked her time and time again. However, she would not let me remove it.

We did so many things together. But it wasn’t until we went to Disneyland that I popped the question. I asked her to marry me. I remember we were on Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride at the time. When I asked her to marry me, I think I caught her off guard. She looked like she was in shock…like she was going to croak or something!

When she finally said yes, I was beside myself with joy. We were both so happy.

On the first night of our honeymoon, we made love like it was the very first time. She enjoyed sex in the tub and then in the shower. We even went out to the hotel spa in the wee hours of the night!

It was the next morning when I awoke. She was sleeping quietly next to me. She was so beautiful. I slowly slid the covers off her. There she was, my lovely new wife. Her breasts were so firm and expressive. Her nipples jutted out so perfectly, so invitingly. The roundness of her hips, leading to her shapely legs. She was picture perfect. And then there was that and-aid.

I toyed with it for a time. I would touch it, flick it. Then as I grew bolder, I would flick it with a finger under it. Then another. Soon I was caressing that part of her which I forbidden to see. I was crazy with passion. It felt erotic but also somewhat odd. Almost scaly. A bump or two. Like a pimple or a series of warts. Nevertheless, I was in the ‘forbidden zone’ and loving it.

Then, I did it. I rapidly, rather than slowly, removed it. She awoke with a start!

”What have you done! I asked you no to!”

And before my eyes, her breasts began to retract and from between her legs, grew a penis. She was morphing. My wife had turned into a toad.