No one knew where it came from or how long it had been there. The first to find it had been the copper-skinned nomads as they trekked across this unexplored continent. It was not known among the entire tribe but only to the young maidens who would venture to the place where it waited. The men paid no mind to them as they disappeared into the trees - the nubile, the blossoming, and even some younger.
Centuries passed and other people arrived and later left. And it still remained, waiting to be found again.
A deer froze and then leapt into the brush as a noisy crunch of small footsteps approached. The new arrival was upright, wearing brightly colored shorts and a t-shirt that did not blend with the forest. Neither did her white skin, so fair compared to the first ones who had come to this place.
Paige paused as she heard the rustle of the deer's passage off to her right. Beneath her page-boy cut auburn bangs, the girl's eyes squinted as she searched for whatever animal had made the noise, but she saw nothing. Overhead, a squirrel chittered and she smiled. She thought squirrels were cute even if her grandpa thought they were just pests.
While Paige's father was working on a project overseas, she and her mother had come to spend the summer at her grandparents' large, rambling house. Paige's Aunt Kim, who was newly divorced, had arrived with her three year-old daughter, Heather, a week later.
Paige enjoyed playing with Heather and liked to think of herself as a big sister. It was a welcome change since she was an only child. All the same, she also enjoyed venturing out into the woods that stretched for untold miles from her grandparents' back yard. Her mother and her aunt thought Heather was too young to go wandering off in there, but allowed Paige to explore by herself with the admonition to stay on the trails they had known since childhood and to never climb over the chain link fence that marked the boundary to some government lands. As a precaution, she wore a whistle around her neck to signal in case she got lost, but the winding trails she kept to were plenty of fun.
It hadn't rained in nearly a week and Paige didn't have to worry about any mud on the dirt trails (not that she would have if there had been mud). So she was surprised as one foot suddenly struck something gooey. A gob of it splashed up her leg and when she brushed it off, it didn't seem like mud.
It was thicker and almost jelly-like; a golden-brown and somewhat transparent. When she looked at her foot, she saw more of the stuff quickly oozing into the soil and disappearing altogether. While she considered what she had just witnessed, she felt some of it high on her thigh, underneath her shorts.
She brushed at her shorts leg but instead of dislodging the stuff, she seemed to make it slide higher on her limb. Jerking her shorts leg up, Paige saw it there, pulsating before it flattened and slid against the elastic leg band of her panties.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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