Many people seem to depict the fool as some kind of idiot or a person who is lacking in skills and such like.
As a tarot reader I prefer to envisage the fool in the way the cards perceive the character:
The fool wants to embrace their beautiful, carefree spirit, and allow themselves to connect to the energy around them. The fool acknowledges fear but will do it anyway! The Fool will venture into the unknown, trusting that the Universe will escort them along the way.
It is this kind of fool my flash fiction tale is about… I think, on occasions, I am such a fool!
April is no fool
“April, just lay still. That’s right. Perfect angle to see the few hairs shadowing your mons. Good girl.”
I obeyed him. He’d called me a good girl so I lay back in a semi-swoon while he set up the camera on the tripod.
The wooden slats had been warmed by the sun and my butt cushioned me from any discomfort. I really thought I could drift off as I heard the clicks from the canon immortalizing my image. The setting he’d chosen for the photo shoot was a area of deserted play equipment way up on a hill behind the village. There used to be a farm shop near by but it had closed down years ago. The parents would park the kids here and shop in peace. But time moves on without thought or purpose.
But I was thinking and did have a purpose. We were alone up here. Each time he took my photo I wanted him more. Somehow he managed to transform me into a desirable object and I liked that. Today I had decided to repay him. My lips around his cock. His mouth on my breasts, nibbling and tasting the slight perspiration left from the heat of the sun light. I had it all planned and simply had to wait until the photo session was over.
Finally the snapping of the camera ceased. It was my turn to take the lead. Sitting up I threw my legs over the edge of the platform. My intention was to give him prime sight of my full breasts, the brightness of the day illuminating the supple flesh. Waiting for him.
Hang on… I shield my eyes with my hand and look at the sight before me. For a brief moment shock shoots through my core, but then all embarrassment fades and instead my cunt contracts slightly. I wriggle my arse on the wood and my thighs open, just a bit, and I am sure I can smell my arousal.
Smiling he shouts out, “April, we want you to be our fool, on the hill.”
There he is standing – naked – along side Phil and Ben. All three erect and waiting, their cocks pulsing in the sunlight – and I’m sure I’m foolish enough to trust in the universe and embrace the unknown!
“Where do you want me.” I reply.
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