Down by the Bay
Nothing could make the moment more special. He drapes over my shoulders, chin on my head, staring at the waves. Our hands tangle and squeeze against my chest. The silky roar of the ocean, crashing against the spray-dappled rocks, overwhelms any need for idle conversation. I close my eyes. It is me, and him, and the power of the water. No cell phones, no family members’ pestering, no toxic workplaces or health problems.
Just us.
The sun breaks through the pale grey clouds, and I tilt my face towards its light, smiling with my eyes closed. His hand touches my chin and gently turns me around so I faced him. He is only a few inches taller than me, but when he looks at me with our forever in his eyes, he towers over me.
He kisses my forehead and slides his hand down to my wrist. Without a word, but with a smile that makes a promise, he leads me down into the maze of rocks jutting out of the side of the cool Pacific shoreline. Our beaches are rock and pebbles and sometimes a tiny strip of grey sand; golden beaches are legendary, to be visited on vacations. Our beaches are for every day.
We pick our way down like two-legged mountain goats. I giggle when the spray tickles my face, and when I lick my lips it tastes like salt and fish.
Suddenly, he’s tugging me down towards a flat boulder, tucked up against the hillside so the top of the embankment can’t be seen. I lay down beside him on the sun-warmed stone and reach for his hand. We stare up at the sky, which threatens rain and heat in the same breath. His fingers dance gently between mine, adjusting his grip so I am unable to get free. As if I would want to. I smile into the light.
His lips brush my forehead, pushing aside a wayward curl. My whole body responds to his presence, an arousal I have been hiding for hours. We already made love when we woke up, but I am unable to be near him for long without desiring him. Even more so, I crave his company and conversation; it fills an emptiness in me I hadn’t realized I suffered from until I met him.
He kisses me again, lower now, on my nose, my upper lip. I wait until he hesitates, then entrench my fingers in his hair and pull him down to me. We meet in the way humans have met for longer than we have kept track – lips on lips, moist groping skin seeking the answer to the most terrifying question we all ask: am I alone? And with every kiss, his answer to me is no, no, never.
He works his careful way down my body. I halfway watch the edge of the hill, but if someone comes, they will see little. Even a curious soul would have to pick their way down to find us. So I lift my body to let him take off my shirt and kiss around the line of my cami. Today I left my bra and panties at home, and he discovers this with soft, happy grunts in between caresses.
His hand slides beneath my waistband and his skillful fingers wriggle between my pussy lips. I sigh through my teeth and he grins at me, then kisses my breasts again, sneaking peeks at my face with his beautiful green eyes upturned. Clear, bright, unrelenting Irish eyes. I am overwhelmed by love, the very thought of him priming me so that when he slips two fingers inside of me, I come almost immediately.
He toys with me a while, while the breeze picks up and the clouds scud over me. I turn my head and give him a long, meaningful look. He tickles my clit one last time before he slips out and lets me pull my pants down over my ass. Then I turn to his and undo the button, drag down the zipper. His cock is ready for me. I take the head gently between my lips and suck him all the way to the back of my throat, hitting my gag reflex but controlling it so my mouth contracts around him.
He sighs and grips my hair, pushing him deeper inside my mouth. I wriggle my tongue all around the perfect girth, awakening a rush of blood that has me on my back, pants at my ankles, before I realize the oral is over. He licks his fingers and wets me, then slides inside. There is no first pump, just a long, slow decline against me until our bodies cling where our skin is bared.
I shift so he can better penetrate me, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and neck. He never takes his gaze off my face except to close his eyes when the ecstasy is too much. We bob together gently, like the waves; the tide is heading out. My thighs are slick, my palms sweating. I am coming, coming again, throwing back my head as I arch up into him. He grips the stone beneath me with his powerful hands and he comes too. He throbs into my waiting hollow.
Slumped, at last, we lie in love. He rolls off me and we stare at the sky again. Nothing has changed. We are the same. We are all that needs to be.
Sweet Babysitter
Nessa pricked up. Wine and giggles wafted into the house from the entryway. She smiled and flicked the remote, making The Lion King waver and disappear.
“Nessie! Nessiiie.” It was Maryanna, the mother, slurring her giddy whisper. Nessa smiled and stood up, not bothering to adjust the strap of her silky cami, which had slipped off her left shoulder.
“Yanna.” She crossed the living room to the couple, embracing the brunette and resting her hand on Rob’s broad shoulder. "How was dinner?“
"We got a little tipsy,” Rob said, smiling at Nessa over his wife’s head. "And how were the kids?“
"Perfect angels. And even sleeping now. I promised you’d give them a goodnight kiss.” Nessa untangled herself from Maryanna’s embrace. Her cami now hung so low her nipple threatened to make an appearance.
“First things first,” Maryanna said, taking Nessa’s face in both hands. She screwed her face up into a very serious expression and managed, “You are a wonderful babysitter and I’m glad you’re still here.” Then she pulled Nessa in for a long French kiss. Nessa relaxed into Maryanna’s soft bosom and ran her hands down the older woman’s back, to her waist. Maryanna broke off the kiss and ran her tongue along her lips, smearing the last of her lipstick suggestively. Nessa’s hands roved up to Maryanna’s breasts, cupping them as she gazed at them hungrily.
“Okay, okay, if you promised a goodnight kiss, I’m not gonna be the one who turns you into a liar.” It was Rob who broke them up now, gently pushing between them. Both women wriggled up and he sighed in mock exasperation. "Seriously. Nessa, bedroom. Yanna, let’s go kiss the kids.“
"You’re right,” Maryanna said, curling her lip in an attractive pout. Nessa laughed, hiding it behind the back of her hand, and gave them both shy smiles as she slipped back into the hallway. She went into their bedroom and waited, perched on the edge of the bed.
She heard the soft sounds of covers being pulled up, foreheads being kissed, and tightly-held toys being confiscated, and she smiled. This was the job she lived for. To care for a family so deeply that after the young ones were away, the adults could play.
Maryanna came into the bedroom first, exaggerating every tip-toe step. With two swift strokes of her long arms, her dress was off and she bounded onto the bed like a husky puppy, wriggling up to Nessa. Nessa giggled as the older woman nosed at her neck. "Eee! Stoppit, Yanna, you’re giving me the heebies!“
They fell to tickling one another until all their clothes were in a heap at the end of the bed. The pair was just crawling under the covers when Rob arrived, shutting the door behind him. "Privacy! Geez, girls!”
“Oh, shut your lame face and get into my bed,” Maryanna said, scooting over so her bare ass was against Nessa’s and patting the remaining space. "We know what you want, so let us give it to you.“ She threw an exaggerated wink over her shoulder.
Rob rolled into the bed and the women swarmed him. Nessa slid her nubile body down his legs, rocking her crotch against his thigh, cuddling his feet to her. Maryanna, meanwhile, pulled her hair back and dove to work on her husband’s cock. After a few moments, Rob pushed them off. "All right. My turn.”
He made them lie side by side, face up, legs spread. Nessa found she was trembling. She reached out and took Maryanna’s hand, squeezing her excitement. "I love this part,“ she whispered, as Rob’s hands descended to both of them at once.
The Union
Dark bodies stirred around the fire. The one chosen to be the Hand looked up with his golden eyes, haunting in a human face. He bared his teeth, his wolf instincts fully intact. "Brothers! Sisters! Gather.“
More shadowy shapes slunk in from the outskirts of the camp. They lined up, packed in a tight circle, all noses and ears pointed towards the Hand. The humanform raised his hands and the yips and snarls died away.
"We gather for a Union.” Murmurs, quickly hushed by the Hand’s dead stare. "Today we witness the binding of Kaden Raggedclaw and Navisha Bloodeyes. Call your brethren.“
"Raggedclaw,” came the ragged cry, then stronger: “Raggedclaw! Bloodeyes!”
“Come forth!” the Hand roared.
Two wolves were thrust into the ring of firelight. One sported pitch black fur and jagged scars over both eyes; she flickered in and out of humanform to reveal raven black hair and fragile, pale skin. The other was a pale grey, like a springtime sky, with black-tipped paws and a shock of bright red hair when he trembled into humanform.
Kaden and Navisha stared at one another across the flames. Navisha’s tongue flicked out and swiped her muzzle. Kaden dipped his head and began to walk around the ring towards her. She watched him, unmoving.
“To complete this Union,” the Hand said, “you must be joined, in all forms, to all forms.” The gathered went silent. This was the moment.
Navisha waited until Kaden was close, and then she dropped to a bow, her hindquarters in the air. She swept her tail aside and let out a long, low howl. Kaden darted forward, rearing up, and settled over her, his paws hugging her against him. He poised over her entrance. His cock dripped with excitement. Navisha whined, and he thrust forward.
They were suddenly a blur of fur and skin and paws and hands and tails and eyes. The firelight added to their flickering outlines as they transitioned from wolf to humanform and back again, sometimes alternating, sometimes merging into a single entity. Tongues lashed out, seeking points of pleasure. Kaden’s hands groped at Navisha’s dribbling pussy, clawing at her clit even when his fingers lengthened into claws. She was bloody and raw but she pumped against him, ass to crotch, no sign of her humanity.
Now Navisha was a wolf, thrashing as humanform Kaden held her down into the dirt; now Kaden was a wolf, howling his pleasure as he clung to the naked human woman that was Navisha.
With one last, mighty roar, Kaden came hard, knotting Navisha. The hot semen rushing into her trapped her between forms, left her with ears and a tail and little else. Her bare breasts swung beneath her as, panting, she fell back against her mate. Kaden was in full wolf form, and he licked her gently between the shoulderblades.
The Hand lifted his arms. "To our newest Union!“
"To the Union!” the werewolves howled, while the newlyweds lay tied together, their sweat steaming in the summer air.
