Un-Vouyeuristic Intentions

Set near the end of Anne of Green Gables slightly before Anne of Avonlea. Gilbert is about 17 or 18 in this fic, which would make Anne about 15 or 16.

* Disclaimer* I do not nor will I ever own any of the characters used in this story. They are the Lovely and wonderful creations of L.M Montgomery. The sooner I accept that the better.

Note: The content in this little fan fic is of rather an erotic nature. If you are not comfortable with that sort of thing then I suggest you skip my fan fic.




Un-Voyeuristic Intentions

Gilbert hadn’t meant to spy on her that day. Really he hadn’t. He was simply walking into town on a hot summer afternoon, to post a letter for his mother when he came upon her. As he saw her walking calmly in the distance through the trees, he moved closer. He didn’t know what had possessed him to do it but whatever had was very strong indeed. He kept following her, deep into the forest, until it seemed that she had neared her destination. He hid behind a tree not knowing how she would react to his presence. She was a beautiful radiant goddess in her lavender colored dress. Her titian hair was half up half down. Her hair glowed in a beam of sunlight briefly whilst she walked along reciting Shakespeare.

"Music to hear, why hear'st thou music sadly?

Sweets with sweets war not, joy delights in joy:

Why lov'st thou that which thou receiv'st not gladly,

Or else receiv'st with pleasure thine annoy?

If the true concord of well-tuned sounds,

By unions married, do offend thine ear,

They do but sweetly chide thee, who confounds

In singleness the parts that thou shouldst bear.

Mark how one string, sweet husband to another,

Strikes each in each by mutual ordering;

Resembling sire and child and happy mother,

Who, all in one, one pleasing note do sing:

Whose speechless song being many, seeming one,

Sings this to thee: 'Thou single wilt prove none.' " She uttered aloud in tones

which made Gilbert melt.



He clutched the tree tighter, as she came upon the edge of a small spring she stopped to gaze at her reflection briefly. She laughed and tossed her book aside. Her laughter was like a beautiful melody to him. She sat on the bank of the spring and began to remove her shoes. Innocently of course as she was unaware of the effect she was having on a certain lovesick schoolboy, she lifted up her skirt slightly, and took off her stockings with great care. She ran her hands up each thigh slowly before unhooking them from her garter then proceeding to run her hands back down her firm toned thighs and calves along with the now freed stockings. She stood up and ran her hands down the front of her dress pausing briefly to cup her breasts. She then began to unbutton her dress very carefully from the front. Gilbert could not believe what he was seeing. She had slipped out of her dress and under skirts with seeming less ease. He gazed at her in her under clothes and began to feel quite aroused. He had never before seen a corseted woman. She was breathtaking. He felt helpless as to what was happening to his body. And yet he did not try to suppress it. begabegan to pull at the laces of her corset, but struggled a bit. How Gilbert wished that he could offer his own assistance. He knew that it could not be so. At least for the present. Once she had freed herself from her corset, she stood there in her shift and bloomers. Slowly she began to make her way in the water. She looked like a beautiful water nymph with her head held high as she waded further in. She had gone about waist deep in before beginning to splash about and play in the water. Her shift became increasingly more transparent. Her nipples had become erect and made poor Gilbert even more weak in the knees than he had been before. By this time Gilbert could no longer stand. On his knees he began to touch himself in a manner that was not at all appropriate considering his surroundings. While watching her move about in an extremely seductive manner to him, he began to bring himself to the highest level of pleasure he had yet to experience. He was having an incregly gly difficult time believing that she was as innocent as she had always appeared. His hand doing for him what he wished that Anne could do.

"In time," he thought. "Perhaps in time."

He continued to move his hand at a rapid pace until he felt that he could take no more. He managed to stifle his groan of ecstasy as he spent himself on the forest floor. Feeling somewhat relieved, and a bit embarrassed that he had behaved so wantonly he continued to watch her for a few more minutes until she climbed back out of the spring and sunned her self on the bank to dry. He saw her getting dressed and immediately started to head into town on his original errand. He walked into the Post Office and handed the letter to Mrs. Sloane behind the counter. He turned to leave and was greeted by the sight of his copper haired angel in the lavender dress.

"Anne." He managed to utter.

She ignored him and went to post her letter. Gilbert still smiled, and took himself from the post office. He stopped on the porch outside gazed at her once more and spoke to himself quietly. "You may think that we are not friends, but I know we shall be much more than that!" With that admission, Gilbert was contented to walk home at dusk, alone.