My Sheep Girl: Part 1.

I found true love while participating in one of my hometown’s little known,

but deeply cherished local traditions.

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Hi, I'm Jethro, I’m nineteen years old and I live with my parents and two

younger sisters on one of the small islands off the east coast of Ireland.

Although, to be truthful, that’s where I used to live, as I'm currently

spending most of my days on the mainland, attending university. But the island

will always be home to me and once I’ve graduated, I’ll surely go back. There's

just something special about life on a small, isolated island like ours that

simply can’t be found anywhere else.

Until the day I’ll return to the island for good, I can only try to visit home

as often as I could, which is nowhere near as often as I wanted. You see,

merely driving from the campus to the harbor would take at least four hours. If

traffic was heavy, five or six hours was more likely. And that was just the

first part of the journey. From there on, the only way to the island was by a

three-hour boat trip. Weather permitting, this boat shuttled back and forth

three times a day. Bad weather, however, was liable to keep the ferry moored at

the harbor for days at a time, especially during the stormy autumn and winter

months.

While this remoteness was a bit of a pain to me now, the isolation was also

what made our island unique, and is therefore essential to the story I am about

to tell you.

As you can imagine, our community is largely self-reliant and very much

independent of the mainland. It’s been like that for centuries, and even modern

technology had not been able to change that. According to the tourist board,

our 'picturesque island' houses about 19,000 people, and over 50,000 sheep that

roam the fields and forests. Apparently, we are ‘known for our own unique and

age-old traditions', most of which are in some way connected to our ‘long

lineage of brave fishermen’ and dedicated to ‘the men who sailed stormy seas to

bring home nothing but the finest fresh fish’.

While most of our local festivities do indeed involve the sea and its bounties

in one way or another, one was quite unlike all the others. That particular day

is known as Linus Day, and it is probably the most cherished of all our

traditions. Linus Day is celebrated each year on the day of the first new moon

in spring and got its name after a nobleman that featured in one of the local

legends. It was because of this holiday that I had decided to skip my classes

and visit home for a couple of days.

The Legend of Linus.

A long time ago, there lived on the island a man named Linus. As the story

goes, he was a wealthy nobleman who had everything his heart could desire. Good

looks, lots of money, a luxurious home and scores of friends. His good fortune

seemed complete when he met a beautiful girl with a smile that brought sunlight

to a rainy day. He quickly fell in love with her and within weeks of their

first meeting, he asked her to be his wife. She gladly accepted his proposal

and a huge wedding feast was announced. Everyone on the island was invited.

Unknown to Linus, his fair young fiancée wasn't the only one who had fallen for

his handsome looks and charming personality. There was another woman, one who

was deeply scorned when she learned of his betrothal. On the evening before the

wedding, this other woman paid the nobleman an unannounced visit. She warned

him that his fiancée was not his true love, and that he should marry her

instead. When Linus replied that she was mistaken and that there was nothing

she could do to change his mind, the woman burst out in anger. In a fit of

rage, she summoned the ancient spirits and put a curse on the bride-to-be.

Before storming out the door, the enraged woman swore that if Linus did not

call off the wedding, his bride would be turned into a sheep and be cursed to

roam the island among the other animals for the remainder of her life. Only if

Linus could prove his love for the girl was true, would he be able to lift the

curse.

Linus was a judicious man and in too good a mood to let the woman’s angry

ravings ruin his day, and quickly forgot the entire incident. However, the next

morning, on the day of the wedding, the young bride was reported missing. The

townsfolk searched the whole island and left no stone unturned, but the girl

was nowhere to be found. It was then that Linus recalled the woman's angry

words, and fear struck his heart. He ran into the fields and scrutinized every

herd on the island, desperately looking for his lost fiancée among the sheep.

He searched all day, but the animals all looked and sounded the same.

Devastated, he returned home.

Before long, people started talking about the nobleman's increasingly eccentric

behavior. He hired a dozen huntsmen and ordered them to shoot all the wolves

and wild cats on the island. Once that was done, he had all his lands converted

into pastures and bought many acres more, only to let them lay unoccupied,

except for a few flocks of sheep. He subsequently declared that no-one on the

island was to ever lay a finger on the animals and assured the people he would

repay all damages caused by them.

Even his friends and family believed he had lost his mind when Linus then sold

his wealthy home and became a shepherd, living in a wooden shed. The years went

by and the nobleman spent a fortune doing everything he could to protect the

island’s ever-growing population of sheep. His resources were diminishing fast,

but still he managed to feed and shelter the animals throughout one of the

longest and harshest winters the people on the island had ever witnessed. At

last springtime arrived, and on the night of the first new moon he lay in his

shack, alone, cold and hungry. He had lost absolutely everything, every penny

he owned, his mansion and his scores of friends. Everything but his looks and

the thousands of animals he cared so deeply for.

On that first moonless night in spring, though he himself was starving, he gave

his last piece of bread to one of the sheep that took refuge with him in the

shack. Then, as he watched the animal devour the dry morsel of bread, it suddenly

shed its thick coat and from under the layer of wool emerged a beautiful young

woman. It was none other than his long-lost fiancée, his one true love. By

sacrificing absolutely everything he had, Linus had finally managed to lift the

curse.

Reunited at last, Linus and his fiancée were married the very next day. The

news quickly spread throughout island and the townsfolk now arranged to host a

feast for the impoverished nobleman and his beautiful bride. Together they

built them a new house in the fields, where the couple lived happily ever

after. Linus and his wife had six children, all beautiful girls with blonde,

curly hair like that of a newborn lamb, a trait that was still prevalent on our

island to this day.

As the story goes, it was this legendary wedding feast that the people hosted

for the nobleman and his wife that evolved into the local holiday now known as

Linus Day, and it is still dedicated to that ancient couple's true love.

Although you won't find it mentioned in any of the tourist board's leaflets,

the legend of Linus was also linked to another, more obscure, but equally

cherished tradition. This tradition was commonly referred to as Sheep-shaggin’.

On the evening before Linus Day, all the young and unmarried women would dress

up as sheep and hide in the woods or fields. Then, as soon as the sun had set,

the men would go out as well. If they were in a relationship, it was their task

to find their girlfriends and if they did, their love was supposedly destined

to be true.

The festival of sheep-shaggin’ was arguably even better for those who were not

in a committed relationship. If you were a single guy, tradition allowed you to

go into the forest and have sex with as many dressed-up girls as you could

find. All night long, all single and willing females were considered fair game.

And better still, the complete darkness of the new moon and absence of electric

lights practically ensured complete anonymity, if that's what you desired. It

was understood that even a total loser could get lucky on sheep-shaggin’.

Me, I was not a total loser and furthermore, I was in a serious, albeit waning,

relationship. This night, like every other sheep-shaggin’ for the last three

years, my girlfriend Amanda was somewhere out there waiting for me, but tonight

I had not been able to find her. I had been searching the dark woods and

desolate fields for ages and looked for her in all the places that used to mean

something to us, yet I was still wandering alone. I had run into several

dressed-up girls in various locations, but none of the lambs proved to be my

true love.

In a way, it was indicative of our relationship; I just did not know what Mandy

was thinking anymore. After we finished high school almost a year ago, I left

the island to attend college while she chose to stay behind and find a job.

Although we telephoned almost every day and I did my best to be with my

girlfriend as much as possible, our relationship had been going downhill ever

since. Especially over the last few months she had changed, becoming more and

more detached from me. Whatever remained between us now was purely physical. I

mean, the sex we had was still great, but at times it felt more like she was an

escort than a girlfriend.

A month ago, my friend Dave told me that he had heard that Mandy was making new

friends and seeing other guys. A few days later I had confronted her, and we

had a big fight, during which she vehemently denied the accusation. The

subsequent make-up sex was spectacular, and maybe I was a bit too eager to

believe her after that. But it didn't seem so far-fetched to me now. In fact,

it would explain a lot.

It was pitch dark. The only light around was from the few ships far away on the

ocean and the millions of tiny stars above me. A gentle breeze rolled in from

the sea, dragging thin, ghostly shards of fog into the valleys. I was

shivering. Although the vast stretches of water surrounding the island provided

us with moderate temperatures all year round, it was quite chilly tonight. It

was unlikely anyone would be hiding here on these inhospitable beaches, least

of all Mandy, who absolutely despised the cold. I left the dewy shores behind

me and directed my search more inland. As I moved on to higher grounds, the

climate improved greatly, but still I couldn’t seem to shake off the cold.

It wasn’t the weather though, that caused my discomfort. The duffle coat I was

wearing was thick enough to keep me warm, but no amount of wool could keep the

chill from my heart. What I really needed to fend off the cold were a loving pair

of arms around me, and a supple, warm body to cuddle and caress. Unfortunately,

apart from those few twinkling lights far away on the ocean, there wasn’t a

single sign of human life around.

As I strode on, the dead silence of the night was broken by the sound of church

bells tolling in the distance. It was twelve o’clock, which meant I had

fruitlessly traversed the fields and forests for some two hours now. Who knows

what would happen tonight. Spending this much time searching the island was

proof of my love for Mandy, right? And maybe when I finally kissed her lips,

she'd turn back into the girl I used to know and forever be my true love.

On the other hand, if it didn't happen tonight, we might as well break up. Part

of me was already willing to accept that I wasn’t going to find her and take it

as a sign that Mandy was not my true love after all. Though the idea of going

home surely was tempting, it wasn’t in my nature to quit this easily. I could

not give up the search until I had examined every place that had some kind of

special meaning or memory to us, no matter how insignificant. I pushed my hands

deeper into my pockets and walked on, feeling more and more morose and

pessimistic with every step I took.

Another hour later, I was just about to throw in the towel. I had checked every

site I could think of that had some memory attached to it, and for the last

twenty minutes I had been wandering around aimlessly. I knew it was time give

up, go home and seriously rethink our relationship. But which way was home?

Looking around, I had to admit that I was lost. All I knew was that I was in

the middle of a large hayfield, surrounded by a vast, empty darkness. With no

recognizable landmarks anywhere in sight, the only thing I could do was to keep

walking and hope to eventually stumble across some point of reference to point

me home.

As I cut across the field, my path was blocked by one of the old rock wall

borders that haphazardly divided up the fields. With no particular direction to

go, I walked along the border to wherever it was leading. A couple of hundred

yards further on, I saw something moving in the darkness, something grey or

white. By now, most of the girls would have been taken home by their lovers,

whether old or new, and only a girl who was truly dedicated to her love would

still be around. The figure seemed to be a little too big to be a stray sheep,

it could be a dressed-up girl. Who knew, maybe this time I was lucky.

As I closed in on the creature, the sound of my footsteps alerted it to my

presence. The way it moved was like a girl, not like a sheep. With new hope, I

walked toward the girl. A soft, hesitating bleat soon confirmed my suspicion as

she greeted the stranger approaching her from the dark. I was still a couple of

feet away, but I already knew this girl wasn’t Mandy. She had the right kind of

curly blond hair, but her girlish figure was too small, too lithe and her voice

too soft and kind. I bend over and kissed her anyway. Her lips were soft and

warm. Her scent and the touch of her lips made me thirst for more. Sadly, our

kiss ended all too soon.

I held the girl in my arms, delaying the moment I had to let go of this little

lamb and head back into the cold and lonely darkness. I really wished this lamb

was the girl I was looking for. Though I had no idea who she was, I felt a

strange connection with her. If I wasn’t supposed to be looking for someone

else, I would have loved to stay. The girl must have thought the same thing,

because as I was hesitating to let her go, the blonde pressed her lips once

more against mine and gave me another kiss. A little shy she opened her mouth

and licked my lips. Knowing I shouldn’t, I opened my mouth anyway.

Had that first kiss merely been a traditional and rather impersonal greeting,

this second kiss was something completely different. Tender. Intense. Playful.

Inquisitive. Sensual.

It is hard to describe how much I enjoyed kissing this girl. But, although our

second kiss lasted a whole lot longer than the first, it too had to end

sometime, whether I wanted it to or not. When our lips disconnected, my head

was spinning and my search for Amanda suddenly seemed a lot less important than

before. Before she released me from her embrace, the girl gave me one last peck

on the lips. Then she got down on all fours again, and went back to her role as

a sheep, like she was supposed to.

“Little lamb, could you be my true love?” I asked the customary question.

I was unsure of how she would react. I didn’t even know how I wanted her to

react. Had she been my true love, she would now get on her feet and take off

her costume, then whisper “yes” and kiss me once more. If she was waiting for

someone else, then she'd look away and bleat again. Secretly, I was hoping for

option number three. If this girl was single and willing, she would now present

me her rear for some more anonymous, casual fun.

The girl remained silent. Still on all fours, she hesitated for a few moments

and then, finally, she moved. My heart rejoiced as she turned around; not only

was the girl still single, she was single and willing. Even though I couldn’t

accept what she had to offer, it was a relief to know that somewhere on this

island there was a sweet girl that wanted me. She brushed impatiently against

my leg, like a playful lamb. As if her intentions weren’t clear enough, she

then grabbed my hand and placed it under her skirt, between her legs.

I wavered. The smooth skin of her inner thigh was soft and warm, and it felt

dangerously good. The only thing that kept me from ravishing this lovely little

lamb on the spot was a deep-rooted moral obligation to my girlfriend. For a guy

in a relationship, kissing other girls was permissible during sheep-shaggin’,

but anything beyond that was still considered cheating. But what if I wasn’t in

a relationship anymore? It would be a shame if I passed up this lovely lamb

because of a misplaced sense of loyalty to a girlfriend who was nowhere to be

found tonight. A girlfriend who I was just about finished with anyway, and who

in all likelihood had been cheating on me for weeks, if not months.

I was fighting a losing battle with myself. The frustrations of this long,

lonesome night and the doubt that had grown over the last months got the better

of me. I knew the right thing was to stay faithful to Mandy and leave before I

did something I’d regret later, but no matter how hard my conscience was

ordering me to stop, I simply couldn't. There was something about this sexy

little lamb that held me captivated. It was like the spirit of Linus was

whispering to me, telling me that this girl and I belonged together.

While my conscience was still battling my carnal desire for this girl, my hand

had begun moving on its own, drawn like a magnet towards that wonderful place

high up between her legs. I was so close to her pussy now, I could feel the

heat radiating from it. The lamb bleated impatiently and spread her legs even

more, granting me full access to her fiery sex. As she was moving, I felt

something tickle my wrist. I knew it was something other than her skirt, but

didn’t have the time to find out what it was, because an instant later my

fingers encountered a downy patch of hair and then a very, very aroused pussy.

She gasped as my thumb slid between the slick and delicate female petals and

traced her little treasure from the tiny bead of her clit to the tight hole

beneath her puckered ass.

She pushed back against my hand and gently rocked her hips as I played with her

pussy. While my hand moved up, her ass moved down and the tip of my thumb

lodged itself into her opening. While I was still hesitating, she immediately

pushed back, and her vagina hungrily accepted the intruding digit. She was

tight but wet, and I entered her smoothly. My thumb was enveloped by her moist

heat. I pulled it out a little and then pushed back in, gently squeezing her

juicy peach between my fingers.

The girl groaned sexily as I explored and played with her pussy. Getting her

this horny was in itself very gratifying, but I knew it was only a prelude to

what the night held for us. By now, there was only one thing on my mind, and

that was bringing this nightly encounter to a mutually satisfying end. I was

determined to give us a good start by making her cum first. Guided by her

reactions, I quickly learned what excited her most. When I slowly pushed my

thumb in and out of her pussy and rapidly rubbed her swollen clit with my

finger at the same time, I knew I had struck gold. Her moaning quickened and

then she bucked her hips as her orgasm took control of her body.

The way her tight pussy had been squeezing my thumb when she came was unreal. I

could only imagine how incredible it would feel to have those muscles work on

my cock. I could take her right now if I wanted, while she was still in the

throes of her climax. All I had to do was drop my pants, aim for penetration,

and we’d be fucking. As much as I looked forward to doing exactly that,

something was holding me back. It wasn’t my girlfriend. It was the notion that

this girl was special, someone who deserved much more than a rushed, anonymous

shag in the dark. While I couldn’t do much about the anonymous part, there was

nothing that could stop me from taking my time with this girl.

Knowing I was going to have sex with the lamb in due course, I first sought to

taste her kiss again. I kneeled down next to her and pulled her into my arms.

She was still panting when our lips met, but as my tongue slipped between her

lips, it was eagerly greeted by her own. She truly was a great kisser. She

displayed a tenderness and enthusiasm that I just couldn’t get enough of, and

despite us being complete strangers, her kisses had the distinct taste of

something I had been missing for a long time; genuine desire and sincere

affection.

After another lengthy and passionate kiss, I was starved for air and feeling

drunk on the little lamb’s lips. I opened my eyes, half expecting to be greete