The Vernal Equinox was tonight and the moon was full and bright in a cloudless sky. I was restless and wandered the gardens at a slow and hesitant pace. It was as though I were looking for something and waiting for something, both at the same time. Anticipation was lurking in the back of my mind.
As midnight approached, my excitement and restlessness grew. I even took a walk through the maze, exploring as I went. That was something I had not done since my childhood. The big heart shaped maze both thrilled me and scared the crap out of me.
The tall hedges that lined the paths made me feel small and closed in. Only to be spooked by the sudden openings and small formal rooms as I called them that were hidden within. The large heart shaped room at the center of the maze was grassy flat and open. At its center was a white heart shaped marble table and two chairs.
I sat in one of those chairs now, my feet six inches off the ground and I am a tall man. The table was chest high in front of me. I often wondered just how tall the people were that this grouping was made for. Or was it just some sculptors joke. I swung my feet like a child and grinned. I liked a good joke, even when I didn't really understand it.
A sound in the grass from behind the chair caused me to turn and look around the high wide back. I froze as my eyes grew wide and my mouth dropped open. A young woman was coming out of one of the passages. She had a velvet blindfold over her eyes and her hands were out in front of her.
My shock was not from the unexpected young woman but from what she wore or the lack there of. Other than the blindfold, she wore shoulder length black velvet groves and thigh high, high-heeled boots of the same black material and nothing else. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the bright moonlight.
Her long curly blonde hair framed a heart shaped face and fell down her back. It hid none of her charms from the front. Her full breasts were slightly mashed together from her arms being in front of her but the dark circles under her nipples were clearly visible.
My eyes dropped down across her flat stomach to her sex. There was a blonde patch of hair on her mound but the rest seemed to be completely hairless. I felt my tongue run over my lips at the thought of how it would feel and taste to eat that sweet looking treat.
The young woman took slow careful steps, testing each foot placement as she went. Her hands moved slowly from side to side and up and down feeling for any obstacle. I wondered who she was and why she was in my garden. I wanted to ask but I did not want to scare her.
Actually, it was more a matter of my wanting to look at her. She was strikingly beautiful of both face and body. She was one that young men drooled over and old men sighed about, in fond memory. At the present, I was doing neither. I was just gaping at her like a fool.
She drew even with the table and paused. I tried to will her to walk on so I could see her from the back. From the side she was as awesome as she was from the front. A firm looking, high rounded ass in the back balanced her large firm breasts out. I have been an ass man all my life and here was perfection.
She slowly turned toward the table and cocked her head to the side. I held my breath and tried to slow the wild beating of my heart. She turned her head slightly and cocked it the other way. She seemed to be listening or maybe trying to sense where she was.
A moment later, in a high sweet voice, she asked, "Who is there?" She paused as though waiting for an answer and then said, "I know someone is here, please answer me."
When I cleared my throat, her face turned directly toward me. "I'm Theodore Roberts and this is my garden you are wandering around in."
"I'm Rebecca Aims and I'm glad to meet you. You can call me Becca if you like, everyone else does," she said politely.
"Uh, can I ask why you're wandering around my garden naked and blindfolded?"
She smiled sweetly and replied, "I'm the sacrificial virgin this year."
"Uh huh," I said and then asked, "Exactly who are you being sacrificed to?"
"I'm not sure but someone will come along to do the job. Maybe it's you, since this is your garden."
"Is this where the sacrifices are always made?" I asked to cover my embarrassment at her assumption.
"Since I'm not sure where here is, I couldn't tell you for sure. I heard one of the other girls say that she sure enjoyed her sacrifice last year."
"Was it the spring equinox or the fall?" I asked, suddenly very interested in what she had to say.
"I'm pretty sure it was the fall. The girl from the spring ended up pregnant and had to leave school."
I gasped loudly as several parts to an old puzzle fell into place. My father had died of a heart attack right here in this very place at the fall equinox last year. The gardener had found him naked by this table and chairs.
Now I also had reason to suspect that the large chunk of missing money from his estate went to a certain young lady from the spring. "How long has this sacrificial virgin thing been going on?" I asked as my brain put pieces, places, and times together. A lot about my father became clearer.
"I was told it's been a tradition for around a hundred years or so," Becca replied.
"A hundred years?" I said sharper than I meant to. That would have been when my grandfather first bought this place. There were family rumors about him being connected to a cult of some sort. Witches, warlocks, and virginal sacrifices played a big part in the rumors.
Becca had moved closer in my direction and her hands found the table. "Is this table heart shaped?" She asked excitedly.
"Uh, yes, it is."
"Good, then I'm in the right place. I was told to find this table and then to climb up and lie down on it. My prince would be along to take my gift before the moon set."
"Uh, what would happen if he didn't show up?" I asked.
"It's never happened before that I know of. Each year two girls make the sacrifice and twice a year our school gets a large check to cover expenses. That is what I was told anyway. My name was drawn for this spring."
I licked my lips at the thought of ravishing this beautiful young thing but in the back of my mind, I wondered if I could really do it. My grandfather had been a brutally mean asshole and my father was not much better. The beatings from my father had nearly driven all the man out of me.
"Would you help me up onto the table?" Becca asked as she felt along its edge.
