Blending of Three Favorites for grownups only.

Once upon a time, on a bright spring morning, a beautiful eighteen-year-old sweet, curvaceous girl with large brown eyes, soft pouty lips, and short brown hair tied up in pigtails, was about to set off from her home near the edge of the forest to visit her grandmother, who lived in the family’s log cabin adjacent to a serene lake in the middle of the forest.
“It’s still a little chilly, sweetheart,” her mother cautioned, as the young woman was about to leave the house. “You don’t want to catch cold just before graduation. Why don’t you wear that nice red hoody that Grandmama brought back for you from her trip to Spain.”
The girl peeked her head outside the front door and quickly retreated inside. “You’re right Mama.” She took the red hoody off the peg in the front foyer closet, put it on and started to leave.
“Hold on a sec, sweetie,” her mother called back. “Don’t forget to bring the basket of chocolate chip cookies I baked for Grandmama.”
The girl took the basket of cookies from the kitchen table and began her sojourn into the woods, smiling in anticipation of spending the day with her grandmother. They had a special relationship in which the red hooded girl shared personal details of her dates that she kept from her mother as she was not as naïve and innocent as her prudish mother believed. “Make sure you use protection,” her grandmother continually advised.
“Of course, Grandmama,” she’d reply. “I always do.”
Her grandmother was no wallflower either. Relatively youthful for her widowhood, she had had numerous affairs after her husband died which her daughter knew nothing about.
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The girl in the red hoody drove her bright red Mustang cabriolet to the parking area at the edge of the forest, previously called Ghost Forest. Old myths and frightening tales of wild animals, ogres and monsters dwelling deep within the woods discouraged many superstitious vacationers and tourists not only entering the forest, but from visiting the town itself. Since many of the town’s businesses relied on tourism, those closest to the forest suffered the most. After the town council changed the name to The Old Forest, hoping to quash the old wives’ tales, hiking become more popular. They created new, clearly marked well-defined walking paths and expanded the visitor’s parking lot. Local merchants did see an improvement in business, however, despite all the improvements, some tourists remained dubious, still believing that dangerous creatures and ghost spirits hid in the forest and would harm them if they ventured in too deep.
The red hooded girl was not afraid and followed the main path that led to her grandmother’s log cabin. She visited her on numerous occasions and never encountered any problems. She had taken karate lessons in an after-school program offered by the local constabulary and was confident that she could handle herself. So, off she went to enjoy the sights and aromas of the new spring blossoms in the woods, humming Make You Feel My Love, her favorite Adele song, as she eased on down the path.

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After a half-hour’s stroll along the main path, she veered onto the last trail that led to her grandmother’s cabin at the lake, another fifteen minutes walk. Upon arriving at the cabin, she noticed a small motorboat moored at the dock. A sign on the side of the boat read Wiley A. Wolfe, Plumbing & Heating.
Unaccustomed to knocking when she visited her grandmother, the girl in the red hoody entered the cabin unannounced. The door to her grandmother’s bedroom was wide open. There, to her surprise, was her grandmother and Mr. Wolfe frolicking in her bed, both of them stark naked. Unaware of the intruder, Mr. Wolfe slipped down under the covers, uttering the words, “Now I’m going to eat you, my lovely.”
The grandmother, however, spotted her granddaughter staring at them with eyes wide as saucers and her hand covering the smile on her lips. “Hold it, Wolfey,” she howled, “My granddaughter’s here watching us.”
Mr. Wolfe pulled his head out from under the covers and stared agape at the girl standing in the doorway. Her grandmother’s cheeks blushed as red as her granddaughter’s red hoody. She drew the covers above her chest to hide her bare bosom. Both she and Mr. Wolfe continued to stare back at the girl who was relishing the scene.
“Don’t let me stop you,” the girl in the red hoody said. “Go on with what you’re doing. I’ll wait in the living room.”
“You should have called first,” her grandmother scolded.
“Well,” the girl replied, “Mama baked these cookies for you and we wanted to surprise you.”
“You did indeed,” Mr. Wolfe growled, “with those big eyes of yours.”
“Why don’t you just leave the cookies and come back later?” red hoody’s grandmother said. “We’re in the middle of something, as you can see.” She continued with a smile, “A couple of hours should do it.”
“Sure thing, Grandmama. Have fun with Mr. Wolfe. I’ll just go out for a walk and see you later.” The girl in the red hoody placed the basket of chocolate chip cookies on the kitchen table and, taking one for herself, trotted out the door for a stroll deeper into the forest.

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Nurse Locke arrived home at 6 a.m., having just completed her night shift at the local hospital. It was a small, but always busy medical facility that served the entire village. She was so tired that she went directly to bed without waking her daughter, a beautiful girl with brilliant electric blue eyes, full lips, rosy cheeks, hourglass figure, and hair as golden as the morning sun in summer. So entranced by her gleaming yellow hair, her mother had named her Goldie at birth.
Goldie slept until 9 a.m., long past her usual wake up time because she also had been tired, having arrived home late the night before; 2 a.m. in fact. She was on a second date with Jacob Bienstock, whose family owned a profitable dairy farm on the outskirts of town. Jack, as most called him, was considered a good catch by many of the local girls. After going to the drive-in theater and becoming aroused by one particular love scene in the movie, Coming Home, the one with Jane Fonda and Jon Voigt in bed together, they drove to the most secluded spot at the far end of the parking area at The Old Forest. They parked under the trees to avoid drawing attention from any potential onlookers – or the local police. They made out in the roomy rear seat of his shiny blue vintage Lincoln Continental convertible. It was Jack’s first time going “all the way.” Goldie, having had more experience, felt it necessary to guide him along.
“Don’t worry,” she said, kissing him gently while stroking his cheek to calm him. She tucked her blouse back inside her skirt she continued. “Jack, sweetie, I wouldn’t worry about having finished before we really got started. It’s okay, believe me.”
“I feel so terrible disappointing you like that,” he moaned. “I don’t know what came over me.”
“It’s not a problem. It happens sometimes to a lot of guys the first time. You’ll do better next time.”
Hearing that there’d be a “next time” put a smile on Jack’s face. After driving her home and kissing her goodnight at her doorstep, he left smiling with the anticipation of another date with Goldie the following week.

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The next morning Goldie prepared her favorite protein shake for breakfast (vanilla with skim milk, a banana and a tablespoon of peanut butter). The glistening morning sun, singing birds and cloudless sky, inspired Goldie to go out for a walk and enjoy the fresh air. She donned her new gold satin cape that her mother bought for her – the color that matched her hair – as a high school graduation gift. She tiptoed into her mother’s bedroom, kissed her on the forehead trying not to awaken her and left a note on the kitchen table that she was going for a walk in The Old Forest.
She drove her VW Beetle to the site of her previous night’s activities and parked alongside the red Mustang. Well, look who else is here, she mused, probably off to visit her grandmother. Maybe I can catch up to her. Goldie Locke and the girl in the red hoody were high school classmates. Knowing that her friend’s grandmother lived in a cabin by the lake in the woods, Goldie followed the main path to the last side trail and arrived at the cabin just in time to see her friend leaving. “Hey, wait up,” she called.
“Hi Goldie,” red hoody said. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I had planned on taking a short stroll in the woods, but then I saw your car in the parking lot and figured you would be at your grandmother’s cabin. Where are you headed now?”
“Nowhere in particular. I just found Grandmama in bed screwing the plumber, Mr. Wolfe.”
“No shit, really?” Goldie giggled.
“That’s right, Goldie. They were really going at it. But it’s no big deal. I know she still loves her amorous adventures,” she chuckled, shaking her head side to side with a grin. “She’s an adult, not even seventy yet, free and still young enough to enjoy it.”
“But with Mr. Wolfe? The plumber?” Goldie said, curiously.
“Why not? As long as he can keep it up, and she’s happy, she should go for it.”
“Wanna walk together?”
“Sure,” red hoody responded. And off the two girls walked, down the narrow path leading deeper into the forest.

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Not long into their walk, the two girls spotted another cabin. “Oh, I think I know who lives there,” Goldie chimed. “It’s that really strange family that everyone in school talks about; the mama, the papa and their young kid. They do the weirdest things.”
“I’ve only heard a little about them,” red hoody said. “Do you know anything for sure?”
“Well,” Goldie said, “I heard that they always have the same breakfast…every single day…a bowlful of oatmeal. Yuck!”
“I don’t mind oatmeal,” red hoody responded. “Depends on how you make it. I like mine with cinnamon, raisins and honey.”
“Yes, but do you know what they do? After they cook the oatmeal, they leave it on the table in three bowls, then they go out for a walk before eating it. And if that’s not strange enough, they leave their front door open for anyone to walk in. Does that sound like a normal family to you?”
“Sounds a little odd,” red hoody said. ”Look,” she continued, pointing at the cabin, “the front door’s open, just like you said. Let’s sneak inside and see if all the other stuff is true.”
“All right, but let’s be quick. I’d hate for them to come back and find us.”
They approached the open door cautiously. “Hello,” Goldie announced. “Anybody home?” Not hearing any response the girls eased their way inside the front door and into the kitchen. Three bowls of oatmeal sat in the middle of the kitchen table. A napkin and spoon rested alongside each of them. There was a large bowl, a smaller bowl, and a tiny bowl.
“ The aroma of fresh oatmeal caused a rumbling in Goldie’s stomach. “I’m a little hungry right now,’” she said as leaned over the kitchen table and took a big whiff of the oatmeal. “I only had a small protein shake for breakfast. Do you think I should see how this stuff tastes?
“What the hell,” said her friend. “No one’s here, try it and see if it’s any good.”
Goldie looked around the room to see if anyone was looking. But of course, no one else was there. She scooped up spoonful of oatmeal from the big bowl and brought slowly to her lips. “Owww, that’s too hot,” she said, recoiling.
“That’s probably because there’s so much of it,” her friend in the red hoody replied. “Try the smaller bowl.”
Goldie stuck a spoon into the second bowl. “There are ice cubes in the cereal,” she exclaimed. “How weird is that!” Licking the spoon, she scoffed, “Yuck! It’s way too cold.” Then she sampled a spoonful from the tiny bowl. “This is just right,” she said. “It’s even got cinnamon, raisins and honey in it.” She gobbled up the contents, emptying the bowl and wiped her lips with the small napkin. “It’s so cute,” she effused. “It’s decorated with Sesame Street characters.”
“We should get out of here right now,” red hoody cautioned. “I think I hear someone coming. It could be them.”
The two girls turned toward to leave when they suddenly realized they were standing face-to-face with three totally naked people in the doorway. It was “The Three Bares,” the nicknamed given to them by townspeople who know of their family nudist preferences.
The father was a huge man; so tall that the girls had to crane their necks back to take in his height of nearly seven feet. The dark brown curly hair that covered most of his frame gave him an almost frightening animalistic appearance, akin to the legendary Bigfoot. Unlike Bigfoot, however, his face was clean shaven; even his head was bald. But from his shoulders down to his feet he was completely hirsuit. “My god,” Goldie whispered to her friend, fixing her eyes on his mid-section, “Would you look at the size of his package.”
“I’ve never seen someone that large,” red hoody whispered back. “And I’ve seen some big ones.”
His wife had long black hair that ran down her shoulders to her waist, which itself was covered with curly dark hair. Even her legs were hairy. The child had long hair as well, down to the base of his neck. But the rest of his ten-year old body was silky-smooth.
The giant took two steps toward the trembling girls and bellowed, “What the hell are you doing in my house?” The child cowered as he heard his father shout. The mother placed her arm around her son’s naked shoulders and waved her other arm at the girls. “You get out of here,” she shrieked as her son clinged to her side with his arms wrapped tightly around her hairy waist.
“I’m so sorry,” Goldie blurted. She grabbed her companion’s hand and the two of them dashed forward, pushing past the startled naked figures and darted out the door, onto the porch and down the steps, tearing deeper into the forest like scared bunny rabbits on speed.

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“Hold up,” Goldie called to her red hooded buddy, who was about fifteen yards ahead. Leaning forward with her head down, hands resting on her knees she gasped “I have to catch my breath.”
“Out of shape?” her friend laughed, breathing deeply herself. “You were never much in gym class, were you?”
“Screw you,” Goldie grinned as she stood and regained her composure. Still panting, she continued, “I think we’re far enough away from those weirdos now to take it easy.”
“I think you’re right,” the girl in the red hoody replied while glancing at her wristwatch. “It’s only eleven-thirty. What do you say we go on a bit more before turning back?”
“Why not,” she agreed. So deeper into the forest they went.

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After awhile, they happened upon a quaint little cottage. The walls were constructed of neatly hewn logs; the roof was made of thatch and sloped away from its peak. A well-constructed stone chimney issued slight billows of smoke. This cottage was smaller than the log cabins occupied by red hoody’s grandmother and The Three Bares. The unusually small doorway was just barely half their size, as were the windows. The outside walls were decorated with a variety of wood carvings. Intricately sculpted shutters adorned the windows, below which hung flower boxes filled with a variety of herbs that added to the allure. Beautifully tended gardens flanked both sides of the door, extending to the edges of the cottage.
“What a delightful place,” Goldie said.
“Indeed,’” red hoody remarked. “I wonder who lives here.”
As the two girls stood gazing in awe at the beauty of the little cottage, the door swung open. A young woman bent forward as she emerged from inside. The doorway was obviously too small for her to navigate while standing erect. She carried a brightly decorated watering can, preparing to water the variety of daffodils, tulips, hyacinths and crocuses in the garden. Her ebony hair was bobbed short with bangs, complimented with a pink ribbon tied with a bow. Her unblemished skin appeared almost white as snow with rosy cheeks. She was neatly attired in a blue blouse that accentuated her blue eyes, and yellow skirt with a red sash around her waist. “Oh, hello,” she beamed, cordially smiling. “What brings you to this neck of the woods?”
“We were just out for a stroll,” red hoody remarked.
“Wait a minute,” Goldie blurted, studying the young woman’s face more closely. “Don’t I know you? “Weren’t you in Mr. King’s elective creative writing class? You were a year ahead of us, right?”
“Why, yes. Yes I was in that class. He wrote all those weird stories, didn’t he? I think I remember you, too. I specifically remember your sparkling golden hair. So many of the other girls were jealous.”
. “Well,” Goldie said, attempting modesty, “It’s very nice to see you again. Forgive me for asking,” she continued, “but what are you doing here, in The Old Forest. Do you live in this cottage? I don’t mean to be presumptuous, but it appears to be a bit…undersized for a girl of your stature.”
“Yes, I do live here,” she replied. “And I agree that it is a tad small. But I’ve adjusted to it. Actually, I’m really only a guest here. After I graduated last year, I had to get away from my wicked stepmother. I used to date a lot of boys that she didn’t like. She called them ‘bad boys.’ But I found them to be a lot of fun. She threatened that she’d tie me up and keep me in the house just so I wouldn’t go out on dates anymore. I hated her. My father died not long afterwards and I couldn’t stand living with that evil woman. I ran away into the forest and found myself here.”
“So who owns this place?” red hoody asked.
“The cottage is owned by seven dwar….um, seven little people. All men. They let me stay, rent free. All I have to do is cook, clean and keep the place tidy for them. Every so often, I let them snuggle with me. It’s really nice.”
“Snuggle?” red hoody inquired.
“Well, you know. They’re seven guys, all by themselves. No other women around. They have needs. And, to be honest, so do I. I haven’t been on a date since I left home. So I snuggle with the little men a couple of times a week. There are seven of them, so it’s never quite the same. Actually, I only snuggle with six of them. One is too bashful. He just sits in the corner and watches.”
“Really?” Goldie chimed. “How interesting.”
“It is,” the young woman declared. “Would you like to stay and join us for a snuggle? They’ll be home from work in an hour or so.”
“In an hour? It’s only the middle of the day. Where do they work?” red hoody asked. “This place is isolated here in the forest.”
“I’m not really sure where they work. They have their own secret business and set their own hours. I know it has something to do with diamonds,” she responded and leaned forward to show them a stunning, sparkling diamond necklace. “They gave me this as a present. Isn’t it divine?”
“Wow,” red hoody and Goldie remarked simultaneously. “They must really like you.”
“I suppose they do. Although they do get upset from time to time when I complain about how messy and untidy they are. I have to pick up after them all the time. I suppose that’s why they keep me around. That, and the snuggling, I suppose”.
“I’ll bet it’s more about the snuggling,” Goldie interjected. The girl with skin white as snow smiled, nodding her head.
“When I asked about their work,” she continued, “they remained tight-lipped. ‘The less you know, the safer you’ll be,’ is how they put it. So I don’t ask any more questions. Anyway, getting back to snuggling, I’d love for you to stay and join us. It’ll be lots of fun.”
Red hoody looked at Goldie and shrugged her shoulders. “What the hell, Goldie. “I’m up for it. How about you?”
“Sounds like fun to me.”
“That’s great,” their host said. “Since there are three of us and six of them, we can have two-on-one threesomes.Then we can keep switching partners.”

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At precisely two-o’clock seven little men no taller than three feet high, six of them sporting beards and Papa Smurf-type caps, walked through the door to the delight of seeing three scantily clad, gorgeous young women sitting on their beds with come hither smiles. The only little man without a beard had an awkward, silly grin and goofy expression as if he were somewhat dim-witted. He also displayed a bulge in his tunic larger than any of those exhibited by his companions.
“Are you hungry, or ready to snuggle now?” the young woman with snow white skin asked.
“We are MORE THAN READY!” one of them exclaimed. “YES, YES,” the rest of them babbled in unison. The bashful little man placed his stool in the corner of the bedroom and sat quietly watching the wild orgy that ensued, blushing and covering his eyes every so often. Two little men, one at each end of each of the young women, amused, entertained, and delighted both themselves and the girls for the remainder of the afternoon. Giggles and moans echoed off the bare wooden walls of the cottage.
After the festivities came to a glorious climax, the spent little men leaned back and smoked their pipes. One of called out, “ALEXA, play our favorite songs. The music began with the sounds of Kenny G. followed by Michael Bolton, and a few by Bette Midler and Barbra Streisand. The young woman with skin as white as snow prepared a delicious rabbit stew, which all ten of them enjoyed for dinner. “I hope you’ll come back to visit us often,” one of the little men said.
Goldie and red hoody looked at each other, smiled and turned back toward the gleeful, but spent sextet. “We’d love to,” they exclaimed. “By the way, what are your names?”
The young woman with the snow-white skin chimed in before any of the little men could reply. “Actually, I don’t know what their real names are. They come from some distant unknown land and have funny-sounding names that are very difficult to pronounce.” One of the little men stood and exclaimed, “You can call me…Happy.”

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During the ensuing year, Goldie and her friend in the red hoody visited the cottage in The Old Forest, after first stopping to pay a call to red hoody’s grandmother. By this time, Mr. Wolfe had become a regular caller, often staying as a houseguest for several days at a time. Later on, Grandmama introduced Mr. Wolfe’s grandson, Peter, to her granddaughter. Peter Wolfe and red hoody dated for several months, fell in love and were married.
Jack Bienstock and Goldie Locke became steadies. He learned how to control and develop his sexual prowess to Goldie’s delight. She quickly said, “Yes,” when he asked her to marry him.
The young woman with skin as white as snow met a charming man, Dr. Prince, who had gotten lost in The Old Forest, having mistakenly wandered off the main path, winding up in front of the small cottage deep in the woods. Eventually, the seven little men had become so fed up with their houseguest’s demands about neatness and manners that they were ready for her to leave. Shortly thereafter, following several more visits from the charming Dr. Prince, the young woman with skin as white as snow fell in love with him, and eventually, they were married.
The three young women and their husbands became fast friends. Once a year, they visited the small cottage in The Old Forest and celebrated their friendship with the seven little men; drinking, dancing and dining on rabbit stew. However, there was no more snuggling involved. The charming Dr. Prince gave each of the little men an annual physical examination to make sure they were healthy. To show their gratitude, they gave him a two-carat diamond ring. And they all lived happily ever after.

The End

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