The Festival

Smiling at Roland, she squeezed his hand, "Thank you Rollie, and you look quite dashingly handsome,"

"We are in for an awesome day my friends," said Jack, his face split with an infectious grin.

The drive took a while, the traffic getting a bit worse as they got closer to the venue. They arrived and found a parking space relatively close and quickly found a place in the ticket line.

It was a warm spring day, and the festival was crowded with families with small children scampering about, the sounds of period music pouring from every direction. The foursome walked through the various booths sampling the food and drinks.

"Hey! Check it out, they're doing a joust!" said Jack.

He led the group up a small hill to some viewing stands where they spent the next hour cheering at the fake knights as they did their best to recreate a form of entertainment that had died out centuries earlier.

"Say, Rollie, think you could take someone down like that?" ask Jack as one of the knights went crashing to the ground off his horse after taking a wooden lance to the chest.

"I don't know, never handled a lance before," said Roland in a semi-serious tone.

"Don't worry Rollie, I can handle your lance for you," whispered Patty in his ear, causing Roland to grimace a bit though he quickly gave Patty's leg a friendly pat not wanting to cause friction or ruin the day. He glanced over at Ellen, not quite able to keep a look of longing from passing across his face, if he wanted anyone to handle his lance it wasn't Patty.

They exited the tournament arena after the show ended and Ellen took the lead now guiding them toward a circle of Gypsy wagons.

"Fortune telling Ellen, come on that stuff is total B.S.," said Jack making a face.

"Ah, don't be such a stick in the mud Jack, it will be fun," said Ellen.

"Yeah Jack, don't be a stick in the mud," echoed Roland ribbing his friend but willing to follow Ellen anywhere even though he, truthfully, thought the fortune telling thing was a waste of money.

They took turns entering one of the Gypsy wagons, each getting his fortune told to him by a grizzled looking old man in a period costume. Roland went last and sat quietly as his host spread some arcane looking cards in front of him. The whole thing seemed pretty generic, promises that he would find health and good fortune in the future, but as he reached for his wallet the old man's tone changed.

"Your not happy with your fortune son," said the old Gypsy, his voice making more of a statement than a question.

"No...I mean it was fine," said Roland.

"There is something you want isn't there, something, secret but close to your heart," said the Gypsy.

Roland turned his head, and the Gypsy followed his gaze out the window of the wagon to where Roland's friends stood in a tight group. The Gypsy raised an eyebrow and smiled as Roland's gaze came back around to his face.

"The girl you were holding hands with, she isn't the one you want is she, the other one now that's the one that haunts you," observed the Gypsy.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Roland defensively.

"Don't try to hide it boy, I see things, the truth of things," countered the Gypsy.

"Look just take your money, and we will call it a day," said Roland, feeling uncomfortable.

"What if I told you I could help," the Gypsy almost whispered.

"I don't understand," said Roland wrinkling his brow.

"For a price, I might be able to give you what you want, well at least a taste," said the Gypsy.

"What? You going to sell me a love potion or something," said Roland sarcastically.

"Ha! don't be silly, you can't control the heart of a person, even Gypsy magic can't change that, but I can at least give you a night to remember," said the Gypsy mysteriously.

"Yeah, and what will this night cost me," said Roland.

"Let us just say you will owe me a favor, one night with the girl of your dreams, and you owe me a favor when I need it," said the Gypsy.

Roland's brow wrinkled in thought, the whole thing was probably bullshit, and he was fully ready to throw down the money and walk out. Still, there was a part of him that wanted it to be true, almost desperately so, and he found himself answering virtually without thinking.

"O.K.," said Roland.

"O.K. then boy, a favor for a night," intoned the Gypsy with a smile.

Roland laid the money for his fortune on the table and exited the back of the wagon, feeling somewhat unsettled by his exchange with the strange fortune-teller.

"Everything o.k. Roland?" asked Patty, seeing the expression on his face.

"Yeah, fine, I think I'm just hungry," said Roland.

"Then let's go nail us some turkey legs!" said Jack enthusiastically as he linked arms with Ellen and headed back the way they had come.

Roland fell in next to Patty who took his hand, but he couldn't resist one last look over his shoulder, the Gypsy was staring out the window of the wagon at him a knowing smile on his face.

The day ended sooner than they would have liked and the group shuffled out of the gate tired but satisfied at the time they had enjoyed at the fair. Jack was soon grousing about the heavy traffic on the single road back toward the university.

"Look at this crap! Man I hate being stuck in traffic," groaned Jack as they crawled forward.

"Have some patience sweetie, it will break up eventually," said Ellen.

"Patience, I am a paragon of patience, but I think we can do better than this mess," said Jack.

He turned off the main road onto a dirt side road that wound back into the forest as his passengers looked at each other in concern.

"Um, Jack, where the hell are you going exactly?" asked Roland from the back seat.

"Shortcut, saw a side road on the GPS, we can get around all this traffic," replied Jack.

The road they were on seemed to be going downhill in quality in a big hurry as the car bounced and jolted across the uneven terrain. Just when Roland was about to ask where this side road was, they hit another dirt road that seemed to head them in the right direction. Everyone started to relax even though this road wasn't a significant improvement over the one they had been on earlier. They had gone a few miles when a dark shape suddenly loomed out of the underbrush alongside the road and rushed across right in front of them.

"What the fuck!" yelled Jack as he yanked the wheel hard to the right narrowly avoiding a collision but the car slid off the road, he tried to correct, but they were moving to fast and slammed hard into a tree throwing everyone forward.

"Everyone o.k.?" asked Roland, his voice shaky as he pushed open the passenger door.

"I'm alright," said Patty as she followed Roland out of the car, he was standing at the front of the car looking at the crumpled fender and the front wheel which had hit a stump and was bent oddly out away from the vehicle.

"This could be a problem, we're not getting out of here without a tow truck," Roland observed.

"Jack!" came Ellen's voice from inside the car.

Her tone brought Roland and Patty back to the driver's side in a hurry. Jack was slumped over the steering wheel, his head had a nasty bruise where it had hit the wheel. Patty checked him over as she gently sat him back in the seat.

"He is out like a light, but I don't think anything is broken," she said.

"We should call for help," said Roland reaching for his cell phone. A quick glance showed he had no service.

"Hey, you guys getting any bars on your phone?" he asked.

"No, that's weird we can't be that far from the freeway," said Ellen.

"I got nothing either," said Patty.

Roland walked a bit away from the car looking back down the dark road they had come up.

"Look, I'm going to walk back to the freeway, and you guys can stay with Jack and the car. There were plenty of folks coming back from the fair it won't take me long to flag someone down," said Roland.

"You shouldn't go alone Roland," said Patty.

"I can go, your a nurse you can stay with Jack," said Ellen.

Patty seemed uncertain, but she bowed to the logic of Ellen's argument and stayed with Jack as Ellen and Roland went off together down the dark dirt road. At least it was a full moon which gave them some light as they walked.

"Well, heck of a way to end our day," said Roland.

"Yeah, I hope Jack is alright," replied Ellen.

"I'm sure he will be fine, hardest part of him is his head," said Roland, managing to pull at least a quiet chuckle from Ellen.

As they walked down the old country lane together, Roland couldn't help but notice how beautiful Ellen looked in the moonlight, a dull ache hitting his heart at the thought of how badly he would have liked to take her hand.

They seem to have walked for quite some time though by Roland's watch less than an hour had passed since the crash when they caught sight of some light coming from the forest to their left. A few steps later they found a road leading off the main one they were on that turned out to be a long dirt driveway that led up to an old and small country house set back in the woods.

"Huh, I don't remember seeing this on the way out," commented Roland.

"Well, it wasn't as dark then maybe they didn't have the lights on yet, and we were moving pretty fast we could have missed it," said Ellen.

"They might have a landline, we could call for help," said Roland.

"Yeah, I guess," said Ellen, though her tone was wary.

They walked up to the front porch of the old house, and it was actually in fairly decent shape though in need of a fresh coat of paint. Clearing his throat, Roland knocked on the front door, the sounds of shuffling footsteps inside came to them through the closed door which opened a moment later.

Squinting into the light coming from inside they were greeted by a middle-aged man in coveralls his face darkened by time spent in the sun.

"What are you folks doing on my doorstep?" he said in a grumpy voice.

"We're sorry to disturb you sir, but we had a little accident and wondered if we could use your phone," asked Roland politely.

"That a fact," said the man rubbing his stubbly face.

"Yes, sir. If you could just help us," added Ellen.

"Well, I suppose I can't just leave you folks out on a limb. Come on in," the old man said finally, stepping back from the door.

The house smelled surprising pleasant inside, and was clean and well maintained in contrast to the exterior. The man, who introduced himself as Caleb, guided Roland and Ellen to chairs opposite a long couch that ran down the back wall of what appeared to be the living room. He took a seat himself on the couch and smiled at his unexpected guests. As he sat down Roland noticed a strange medallion dangling from around his neck, silver and gold, depicting the moon surrounded by stars, something about it seemed familiar to him, but he couldn't place it.

"That's a nice piece your wearing," said Roland.

Caleb nodded as he slipped the medallion under his shirt, "Family heirloom."

Roland started to ask another question, but Ellen interrupted him.

"Jewelry aside we need to get some help for our friends," said Ellen, the tone of her voice showing a sense of urgency.

"Sorry, we don't get many visitors, the wife and I," answered Caleb in an apologetic tone.

"Your wife?" said Roland.

"She's out this evening, its bingo night at the church," answered Caleb.

"About that phone," said Ellen.

"Oh yes, of course, say before that would you like to see something even better than this necklace," asked Caleb. Before either Roland or Ellen could answer, he opened a drawer in the coffee table in front of him and removed a handgun pointing it at the young couple.

They froze in their seats, and a long uncomfortable silence followed before Roland cleared his throat and tried to speak.

"We don't have much money, but you can have whatever," he started to say.

"It's not money I'm interested in boy," said Caleb in a quietly menacing tone.

Caleb's eyes fell on Ellen, and she sat up straighter in her chair, her hands started to shake as she feared what he did want from them.

"Your beautiful, Ellen," said Caleb.

"Please, just take the money and let us go, we won't tell anyone," said Ellen her voice shaking like her hands.

"Don't worry Missy, you're probably thinking old Caleb is going to want you to perform some horrible act of depravity on him before he lets you free, but I wouldn't think of it. I am a God-fearing man, and my wife would find out, they always do," he said chuckling to himself.

"Thing is she isn't much for the bedroom anymore, menopause don't ya know, and she has a nose for pornography like a bloodhound, finds every damn magazine I bring in here," explained Caleb.

"Ever heard of the Internet," said Roland struggling to keep the sarcasm from his voice.

"I don't have time to be mucking about with all that fancy computer garbage," said Caleb with a sneer, making it clear where his opinions on technology lay.

"Now you two young folks wander in here that does give me an idea I'll admit," he followed up, rubbing his chin again as his eye's moved back and forth.

"Stand up, both of you," said Caleb waving the gun.

Ellen glanced briefly at Roland not sure where this was leading but seeing no choice she stood, Roland followed suit.

"I may not have my magazines or your fancy tech kid, but I imagine you two could put on a good show for me," said Caleb.

Realization finally dawned on Ellen's face, and she started to shake again, "You...Can't ask us to do that, I have a boyfriend, and it would just be wrong."

"If you want to walk out of here alive, you will get over your inhibitions sweetie," answered Caleb.

"Please, just let us pay you," started Ellen her voice almost cracking with emotion.

"You're trying my patience girl, less talking more action, you can start by getting out of those clothes," he replied his tone growing even darker than before.

Ellen cast one more desperate glance at Roland who seemed frozen in indecision, seeing no alternative that didn't get them both hurt Ellen reluctantly started to removed her clothing. First, she slid her tank top off over her head, beneath she was wearing a plain looking pink bra that clasped in the front, she tossed her shirt onto the chair before pushing her shorts off onto the ground.

Across from her, Roland felt caught in a crazy whirlpool of emotion, on the one hand, he was indeed worried about him and Ellen's safety at the hands of this stranger, but on other, he couldn't take his eyes off Ellen. For three years he had dreamed and fantasized about seeing her naked, and now that he realized it was about to happen he couldn't help but feel a little thrill of excitement pass through him.

He watched as she removed her tank top and shorts, her panties matched her bra, pink with small white flowers around the waistband. She cast one last glance at Caleb as if imploring him with her eyes to let her stop but another wave of the gun was her only answer, and she forged on. Roland felt his heart starting to beat faster as she placed her hands on her chest and carefully unsnapped her bra, with her hands trembling she let it fall open.

Trying not to stare quite so obviously Roland still got an eye full, her breasts weren't big, but they were every bit as beautiful as he imagined. They sat high on her small chest, roughly the size of a decent orange they had aureoles that were such a light shade of pink it was hard to tell where they bled into the skin of her breasts. Her nipples were flat at the moment but they look quite big around, and Roland imagined if they perked up they would be very large. The flesh was mostly free of freckles, a few here and there but the bulk of them seem to stop just above her mounds.

With a sigh of resignation, she reached down and pushed off her panties, between her legs she sported a bush of fiery red hair that matched her head, trimmed back a bit to form a triangle above her pussy lips which were mostly clean of hair.

"You just going to stand there kid, join the party," said Caleb.

Roland managed to pry his eyes from Ellen long enough to pull his shirt off over his head and to start unbuckling his pants. He was desperately trying not to get too hard, afraid that Ellen would be offended if he was obviously aroused given the situation. Even so, as his pants and underwear hit the floor, he was still sporting the beginnings of an erection, his cock at half mast.

"Oh Boy! Now things can get interesting. Go on girl, his cock is on its way, but it needs some coaxing," said Caleb.

Ellen's whole body was trembling as she took the two steps required to bring her right in front of Roland, she glanced up into his face her voice shaking with emotion.

"Rollie, I can't do this, I've only ever been with Jack, please, Rollie," she pleaded.

"I don't think we have a choice, Ellen. I'm sorry," said Roland though he was anything but sorry at the moment, though he knew this was wrong the thought of finally being with Ellen was running wildly through his head.

"Please, Caleb, don't make me do this, he's my friend," begged Ellen but Caleb merely waved his weapon again reminding her of the fate that awaited if she disobeyed.

With no alternatives left for her, Ellen finally reached down and took hold of Roland's half swollen penis. It felt warm in her small hand, and reluctantly she started to massage the thick flesh, sliding her tiny hand up and down. Roland didn't need much help as it turned out, to her dismay he swelled quickly in her hand until his cock was rock hard, it bothered her a bit how easily he was able to get an erection.

"Don't just play with it like a damn Slinky give it a kiss," said Caleb.

Ellen slowly dropped to her knee's in front of Roland, his thick penis was standing straight out from his body, not as big as Jack certainly but plenty large. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine that this was her boyfriend as she slipped her mouth around the fat head of Roland's prick and started to slide her mouth up and down.

It took everything Roland had not to cry out in pleasure as Ellen's soft, full lips slipped around his pole. He had masturbated so many times imagining this moment, and it was even better than any fantasy he had spun up on a night alone in his bed. He looked down at her gorgeous face as her sweet lips massaged the outside of his penis, up and down, his cock starting to shine with her saliva. She looked so beautiful, and his body began to tremble, he hoped Ellen would think it was fear and not the lust he was feeling.

"Come on girl, I know you can do better than that," said Caleb.

Roland couldn't help but let a little groan escape his lips as Ellen did as she was told, one hand coming up to stroke his wet penis while the other started to massage his ball sack. Her head continued to move, but now it picked up speed, and the sound of her wet blowjob started to become audible, she was even beginning to hum a bit in the back of her throat.

Ellen was still trying to picture Jack in her head, but she had to admit Roland's cock wasn't bad, it was very thick, and he had a beautiful fat set of balls on him that she could feel hardening as she stroked and sucked him. She heard him gasped as she pushed her head faster and it did give her a small thrill to know that she could make him sound off, that she was good. A small part of her thought maybe Caleb would just let her suck Rollie off and that would be the end of it.

"Enough of that, I think it's your turn, Roland," began Caleb, "her tits look lonely to me."

Taking the hint, Roland helped Ellen back to her feet than with a quick glance at Caleb he slid his hands up her sides until he reached the underside of her breasts.

"I'm sorry," he mouthed as he squeezed her small tits in his hands, they were silky soft, and he secretly longed to taste them. He leaned in and ran his tongue across one pale pink aureola, letting the tip of his tongue roll in circles around her nipple. Just like an obedient soldier her nipple suddenly lept to attention reacting to Roland's gentle kisses. It was just a thick as he had guessed it would be, about as big around as a dime and a good half- inch long sticking up from the core of her tit. Roland couldn't help himself as he slid her thick nipple between his teeth and started to nibble roughly on it, for the first time since this began Ellen reacted, gasping out loud as he did.