I never thought I’d have a chance with a girl like her. I screwed up all my courage and asked her out.

“I’d love to go on a date with you,” she said.

We went for a walk, a long walk past the mill and across the bridge. We came to a stone wall, and she said, “Would you mind waiting here a moment while I pee?” I said of course not, and she went around the wall. I expected her to be back in a minute or two, but she wasn’t, and I wondered if it would be all right for me to go around the wall. I waited for another few minutes, and when he still hadn’t returned, I went around the wall.

She was not in sight.

I called out, a gentle call, and there was no answer. I walked briskly along the path which circled some tall trees and there she was sitting in the grass not too far from the stream.

“Oh there you are?” she said, “I was thinking maybe I’d lost you.”

She was holding a large cattail. “Don’t be mad at me for picking it. There are so many of them. One won’t matter. And they’re surprisingly soft, even the bushy part that looks like prickers. And the stem is so sleek. And even though it looks dry, look, there’s sap.” She showed me her fingers, which contained a bit of thin milky moisture. “It reminds me a little of cum,” she said. She looked up at me, and there was mischief in her eyes.

I said, “Do you mean a boy’s or a girl’s?”

She laughed, a soft, delightful laugh. “Both mixed together,” she said, and she touched the shallow pool of sap with her tongue, and then she said, “Isn’t that the way it should be?” She looked deep into my eyes. Then she said, “Do you think it would be all right if we fucked right here? My cunt is really aching for your cock.”

We lay together in the soft grass. “Oh,” she said at our joining, and she closed her eyes and thrust up to meet me, and then a short time later she cried out. It was the most lovely sound I’d ever heard.

We remained in the grass for some time, making love again, this time with her on top riding me. “Yes, she said, and then she cried out again, and her body seized and I could feel her strong rapid contractions. Nothing could feel better than that.

We rested then and then we walked back to campus. On the way she said, “I told you a little fib. The sap--it wasn’t from the cattail, it was from me.”

“Really?” I said.

She nodded, a serious little nod. “I wanted to be sure to be wet for you so you could sink into me like a hot stinky swamp.”

“That’s okay, I forgive you,” I said.

She was carrying that cattail, maybe a sort of souvenir, but she dropped it and hopped into my arms and kissed me. The kiss lasted for a long time. I never wanted to put her down.

You would think there was no way we would not have a long, happy life together, much less never see each other again.

“My hat,” she exclaimed. “Oh, no, I must have left it by that tree where we fucked. I’d better hurry back and get it.” I told her I would run back and get it for her. “That would be wonderful,” she said. “It’s my boyfriend’s, and he’d kill me if I lost it.”