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The Change

By: Hawk19



Overall I am probably just your average guy, with a slightly above average sex drive. I am married to an absolutely wonderful Korean lady. My wife stands about 5' 2" and is very petite. After close to 19 years of marriage and 2 great kids, I still think she is a knockout. Probably because of her oriental background with generations of women being treated as nothing more than domestic help with physical benefits, my wife is very restrained when it comes to dealing with her sexuality. I have spent years trying to find the secret key that I had hoped would open up her hidden desires. I have tried everything from toys (she does enjoy this on occasion), porno movies (waste of time), and taking pictures (she halfheartedly poses occasionally). I had pretty much resigned myself to a mediocre sex life at best. Imagine my surprise when the following happened.

We had recently remodeled our bathroom. The remodeling job was your typical home improvement project, over budget and twice as long as planned. Regardless of the troubles that we had though, we were ecstatic with the way it turned out. We were celebrating the grand opening and wife had a couple of beers. I found that we needed to go Home Depot to get a few finishing touches. As normal, I asked my honey if she wanted to go along to which she readily agreed. She was wearing a very light summer dress, buttoned up the front, with no bra. During the drive I halfheartedly suggested that she would be a little cooler if she removed her panties. My jaw dropped far enough to hit the steering wheel when without batting an eye she lifted her skirt and slid her panties off and slipped the in the glove box. Just knowing that she was completely naked under the thin dress immediately sent extra blood to my groin. I couldn't believe that that my sexually repressed wife would actually do that. I couldn't help but keep looking over to try to get a brief glimpse of something. It amazed me that after seeing my wife naked for 19 years, here I was trying to get a peek like a teenager who had never gotten any! I decided to try to up the ante a little. She never acts like this and I wanted to take as much advantage of the situation as I could. 

" I bet you don't dare to lift your skirt to your waist!" I teased her. 

"You really want someone else to see me?" She asked.

"I don't think you need to worry about anyone seeing you" We were in her minivan, which sits higher than the majority of the cars around us.

She looked at me with that sly smile that I see all too rarely and slowly lifted her dress higher and higher. I was torn between watching one of the sexiest shows I had ever seen and maintaining control of the van! She must have been reading my mind when she warned me that if we had an accident then the show would be over! I resigned myself to stealing glances over at her. She noticed this and would spread her legs a little further apart each time I looked. While this was happening I pulled out to pass a truck. I slowed down slightly as we pulled alongside to see what my sweety would do. Without batting an eye she looked over at me and slid her hands up and down her thighs, spreading them further apart in the process.

"Are you enjoying this or are you putting the show on for me?" I asked. With that she reached over and guided my hand to her smoothly shaved love nest. (I digress for a moment here. My sweetheart agreed to start shaving a couple of years ago when I suggested that it wouldn't tickle nose so much when I was doing what she loves best, using my tongue to bring her to several orgasms! She will vary from a small patch to completely smooth.) When she put my hand between her legs I was startled to find how wet she was. This amazed me. My honey rarely gets spontaneously wet. It normally takes a couple of minutes with my tongue to get her to this point. I didn't want to push my luck so I accelerated past the truck and all too quickly we were pulling into the parking lot.

As we were walking across the parking lot I couldn't resist sliding my hand down to feel my wife's panty-less bottom. She looked over at me and smiled.

"You like that, don't you" She said. 

"To tell you the truth honey, I get turned on by you being turned on" I truthfully answered. To me there is nothing more erotic than a woman who is truly turned on. The fact that my wife was dripping wet with virtually no physical contact was enough to prove to me that she was revved up. I was curious find out if this was going to go any further. I didn't have to wait long to find out. We were down in the bathroom fixtures area and I mentioned that I couldn't really tell if she had panties or not. My sweetheart responded by undoing about seven buttons up from the bottom of her dress one at a time, Sliding her legs apart a little further with each button. When she had finished, her dress was unbuttoned up to about 4 inches below her pussy. She bent down to inspect a towel hangar on the bottom shelf and she pivoted towards me and spread her knees about a foot. I couldn't believe that I was in Home Depot staring at my wife's dripping love nest. I wasn't the least embarrassed by the fact that I had a raging erection pushing out the front of my shorts. I was so turned on that if my wife had made one stroke up and down it I would have shot off immediately. Suddenly my sweetheart stood up and walked quickly over to me and whispered' "Honey, there is a guy on the other side of the aisle and I think he saw me!"

I told her, "Don't worry honey, can you really blame him for staring at a gorgeous woman's exposed pussy? Besides, I'm here with you so you don't have to worry about anything"

"I'm not worried that he will do anything, I know that you are here to take care of me, the amazing thing was when I realized he was looking at me, I had a mini orgasm right there!"

I responded by telling her that she needed to check that towel rack again, I wasn't positive that it would match the décor. She looked at me with the second sly grin of the day and knelt back down to "look" at the rack again. As she did this she spread her legs apart and slid her hand from her knee up to her pussy. I could tell from her actions that the guy was still there. I maneuvered behind her to let the guy know that she was definitely accompanied by someone. As I stood behind her I could see that her face was hidden from the guy by packages on the shelf. I looked down and saw my wife furiously alternating her hand between her soaking wet pussy and her clit. She felt me behind her and leaned back slightly to maintain her balance. I was totally enraptured by the unbelievable show right at my feet. She leaned back a little further and her head brushed up against my 7" tool (when at Home Depot it pays to speak the lingo!). She undid my zipper and with a little difficulty managed to free my woody from my shorts. Less than one second later her mouth was halfway down my dick! I can normally last as long as it takes for my wife to cum. But today I would not have been able to hold back if my life depended on it. Since my wife normally doesn't let me cum in her mouth I gave her the signal that I was about to explode. This only caused her to work her mouth faster and deeper. I groaned as quietly as I could given the present location and immediately exploded down her throat. This triggered her own response and her hand froze on her clit as she shuddered in her own orgasm. We stayed in that position for what seemed like five minutes but in reality was about 30 seconds and she slipped me out of her mouth and back into my shorts.

She looked up at me and said: " I think I found what we were looking for!"

We grabbed the towel rack and quickly headed for the checkout counter. We thought we saw one guy looking at us a little too but that could have been our imagination. We ran out to the van laughing like a couple of teenagers! On the way home my wife laid the seat back so her face was covered by the smoked glass of the sliding door window, spread her feet on the dash and brought herself to another orgasm during the 15 minute ride home. As soon as we arrived we ran upstairs and christened our new shower by screwing our brains out under the warm spray! I am hoping this is an indicator of a change in her sexual self-confidence, I'll keep you posted!

The Change



My eyes were glassy. My mouth open. 

"Close your mouth," rang the shrill and irritating voice of Emilia Johnson, the pretty girl across from me. 

French. We were in French class - a compulsory subject that I'd grown to hate. Emilia Johnson poked me with the sharp tip of a pink pen. Oh, how I'd grown to hate that girl, also. She with her mirthful eyes. She with her cute nose and maddened grin. Emilia Johnson was always ready to play. Always ready to leap about and wrestle - something that our poor Mr. Jackson had grown to dread. 

It had been on more than one occasion that he'd had to deal with two eighteen year olds squealing on the floor of his classroom, one trying to bite the other, that other raising a hand to strike. 

I'd quickly learned that biting Emilia only fuelled her desire to tease me with her pokes, and her kicks, and the way she'd lean over to steal things off my desk. 

Fucking Emilia Johnson. 

Tempted to drop my jaw lower, I decided to spare Emilia the pleasure of my retaliation. Instead, I closed my mouth, and shifted my gaze to Mr. Jackson. 

Mr. J had begun to grow old. It could easily be seen in the way that his eyes had grown watery, his belly full and left to hang over the belt that secured his trousers, and the hair that had gradually disappeared to expose a shiny disc of bare skin on the top of his head. 

Despite my fetish for older men, I found no pleasure in the idea of sucking Mr. J's cock, nor in having his hands on my breasts or waist. Yuck. As if Mr. J would even dare. A religious fanatic, that's what he was. I could swear that he spent greater chunks of each lesson debating the perks of religion and virtue than actually teaching French. 

I rolled my eyes. Since when had I become such a pessimist? 

Perhaps I wasn't a pessimist. Perhaps I just saw the raw truth in things. 

Who was I kidding? 

I was a goddamn pessimist. 

"What are you doing, this afternoon?" Emilia demanded, and I looked over to lock my gaze with her wide, psychotic green eyes. 

I hesitated, contemplating my response. 

Finally, exasperated, I snapped, "Why do you want to know?" 

I'd meant for the words to be sharp and insulting, but instead they came out wispily weak. 

Emilia leant down to her bag - and then proceeded to casually slam a dictionary onto her desk - all the while happily nattering, "We are neighbours, after all, Georgie. I thought that we could walk home together. Or take the bus. It could be fun. We don't spend nearly enough time together, specially seeing as we live so close, you know? I mean, we could have regular hangout sessions, you always seem so glum, though, and -" 

By this point, I had most certainly heard enough, and so interrupted the annoying creature, "Nah. I'm staying for a bit, after school." 

Something strange happened, then. Of course, I would later understand why Emilia's eyes flashed with some obscure emotion, in that moment. At the time, I chose to ignore the flash, and the grin, and the way her hands dropped into her lap to fiddle with the hem of her skirt. 

"How long will you be staying for?" 

Jesus Christ. 

She was incorrigible. 

I sighed, "I don't know. An hour?" 

"Shouldn't you be working?" Mr. Jackson questioned, and quirked an eyebrow from behind his narrow desk, "Because it doesn't sound as if either of you are being productive." 

"Sorry, Sir," Emilia said, but did so in the most feminine and sensual voice she could muster. She flashed her rows of pearly whites, and her freckled cheeks raised to accommodate the cute grin. Mr. Jackson stared for a moment, and then (blushing like some fool), returned his gaze to the papers set atop his desk. 

It was the last period of the day - a Friday, at that - and all of our classmates seemed too worn to chatter or misbehave or do anything other than stare vacantly down at their books. I sighed, lifted a leg and crossed it over the other, and then leant back in the chair to stare from the window and out to the quiet grounds beyond. 

I glanced at Mr. Jackson. Still, he blushed, and seemed too busy to take much notice of the way I'd taken to ignoring my studies for the entire lesson. 

The classroom felt heated. Stuffy. And to add to this, no one had taken the initiative to crack open even one window. Quietly, Emilia began fanning her school skirt above her thighs. 

I glared. 

Emilia always looked so good in uniform. The tartan skirt hugged her hips so snugly, and the white button-up long-sleeve failed to look frumpy in being pulled tight over her large breasts. I, on the other hand, was skinny and tall enough to make the whole outfit seem awkward, and lengthy, and like some form of sack. 

Five minutes to go. It felt like suffocation. Like some slow, agonising death. 

"Sir?" rang a tired voice from the back. 

"Mmm?" Mr. Jackson glanced up and to Harriet, a small blonde thing with a round, pallid face. 

"What does 'vitesse' mean?" 

"Velocity," Mr. Jackson replied simply. 

What the fuck was Harriet reading? 

The bell rang. 

I sighed in relief, and all at once everyone seemed energised as they leapt up to pack away their books and stationery. The classroom came alive with the voices and the grinning faces of girls who quickly left Mr. Jackson with a, "Thank you, Sir!" or a, "Have a great weekend, Sir!" before fleeing the room. 

We were all free. For two days, at least. 

And I had no idea, at the very moment I stepped from Mr. J's class and into the afternoon sunshine, that the next fifty-seven hours would prove to be a grotesque blur that'd transform my world forever. 

Doing all I could to avoid Emilia on the way out, I quickly escaped into a surge of students who, in a loud group, were evidently making their way to the school's main entrance. Escaping from the group, I dodged into a fairly quiet corridor (weird, considering the time) and then out and into the school's gardens. 

I rounded a building, and then slung my bag up to rummage around for a fresh cigarette. The very back of the Science labs loomed up behind me, and I peered into a window to ensure no teachers were loitering about inside. Taking on the role of the delinquent I'd chosen to become, I lit the little stick of death, and mock-contemplated the great mystery of life, and the great mystery of annoying Emilia Johnson's beauty. A little ant crawled up the length of my arm, and I squashed it with the underside of my thumb. 

An angry voice shouted from above, "Hey! You! What exactly do you think you're doing?" 

I glanced up to see a teacher leaning from a window set into the second floor's wall. I smirked, and then very hurriedly bolted back into the school corridor and down to the driveway. I was sure Emilia had begun to make her way home, and that I'd wasted enough time to keep from bumping into her. Confident about this, and with the cigarette wedged between my teeth (people passing by in cars could go fuck themselves), I languidly took the twenty minute walk home. 

Soon enough, I found myself strolling up the pathway to the home I shared with my father. It had been a year since Mom had passed away. This is probably why Dad had grown so lenient in his approach to parenting, as I'm sure grief had transformed his insides into feeble mounds of jelly, but of course I did not mind. 

With a squeak and a slam and a squawk (Mom's remaining parrot, Billy, enjoyed greeting us when we came home), I stepped into the house. 

"Yo! Dad!" I yelled, and became too preoccupied with greeting Billy to care much for the clattering and shuffling which resonated (very suddenly) from the kitchen. Curious as to Dad's silence, I dropped my bag to the floor, and called out a second time, "Dad? Hello? I'm home!" 

Leaning against a wall to pull off my school shoes, I casually responded to dad's feeble, "Hey Georgette," with a, "Oh? You're in the kitchen? What are you making for lunch?" 

Dad never made lunch. Intrigued, I rounded the kitchen's doorway and then paused. No wonder Dad had been so quiet. There, sitting on one of the counters, sat annoying Emilia Johnson. Across from her stood my dad, and he very slowly went about rinsing a bowlful of mushrooms. I wondered how long he had had to tolerate her. He was probably thanking his lucky stars that I'd come in, and saved him from her. 

"What are you doing here?" I asked, and casually seated myself at the kitchen table. 

Dad still hadn't turned to greet me. Had she really been irritating enough to have traumatised him into shocked silence? Hah. I wouldn't be surprised. 

"Well, like I said earlier, I think we should hangout some, Georgie," Emilia smiled. 

Suddenly, Dad responded, "Yes. Em popped by to wait for you." 

My eyes narrowed. 

Em? 

Why on earth was my dad referring to Emilia as "Em"? 

Shrugging this off, I stated, "Well. I'm kind of busy. Maybe another time, Emilia, but not today. Nice to see you. You can let yourself out. Have a great day. Cheers." 

I watched as Emilia bit her lip, dropped from the counter, and made to walk from the kitchen. Something caught my eye, then. On her left thigh sat a red and glistening patch, as if someone had just pressed their suckling mouth to her skin. 

"What is that?" I questioned, and pointed. 

"Oh," Emilia stared down, and then, completely composed, looked up, "I hit my leg on the table. Mr. Wilford was kind enough to give me some ice to press against it." 

Emilia and I stared at each other, for a moment. 

"See you around, then, Georgette," she said, and then walked to the kitchen doorway, where she paused, "Thanks again, Mr. Wilford." 

Seconds passed before there came the sound of the front door opening and closing. 

Relaxed by Emilia's absence, I leant back and gazed at my father, "Sorry 'bout that, Dad. She's so irritating." 

Dad looked at me, frowned, nodded, and then continued on with washing the mushrooms. 

"What are you going to do with those?" I asked. 

"Oh." 

Dad's frown deepened, and he stared down at the 'shrooms, almost as if he had no recollection of why he'd removed them from the fridge. He rubbed his forehead with wet fingers. 

Then, chuckling quietly, Dad said, "I actually don't know. What do you suggest, Georgette?" 

It had been years since Dad had referred to me as anything other than "Georgette". He seemed to have grown cold. Distant. Any affection, verbal or otherwise, had become a rarity in our house. Since mom had died, it had become unbearably worse. Dad refused to hug me, most days. I frowned, and grew suddenly angry. Here, this man refused to refer to me as anything other than "Georgette" - not even "Georgie" or "Sweetheart", yet he very willingly called our annoying next-door neighbour by some sweet, shortened version of her name. "Em". 

Fuck that. 

"I don't care," I said, and then abruptly stood, "I'm going out tonight. Don't wait up for me." 

With that, I disappeared from the kitchen, and up to my bedroom. Once there, I very carefully shut the white door. Pressing my back to its prestick-littered surface, I stared at the room, and attempted to calm myself with deep breaths. 

I rummaged about in a pocket, pulled out my phone, and pressed it up to my ear after dialling a girl named Kelly-Anne. It had been a year since Kelly had graduated, and she now attended a local university. Despite her being slightly older, I took comfort in her company, and she seemed to tolerate me just fine. 

"What?" Kelly answered, and there came the usual smacking of her teeth on bubble-gum. 

"I feel like shit. Let's go out tonight?" 

Kelly snorted, "What? Failed another Math test, did you?" 

"That was a once-off occurrence," I assured, and raked a finger through my hair, removing my red hairband in the process, "Nah. My dad is just being a dick." 

Suddenly impatient, I bounced and petulantly demanded, "Come on, Kelly! Let's go out. Don't leave me here to suffer." 

Kelly laughed. 

"You are so melodramatic, Georgie. So very melodramatic." 

"So? What's the verdict? Yes? No?" 

"Sure, George. I will pick you up at six-thirty?" 

I could hear the smile in Kelly's voice. She did enjoy being wanted, I suppose. Agreements made, Kelly hung up, and I was left in silence. Having hours to prep, I opened the windows, neglected my schoolbag in leaving it downstairs, texted a dull boy, removed my clothes, and ended up swaying in the shower to tinny rock music. 

Singing, rubbing my hands over my body, my curly hair wet and sticking to my back - I felt invincible. I felt "badass", so to speak. 

It was afterwards that I paused in front of the mirror, wrapped up in a towel, to stare at myself. I had my father's face. Long and pallid - lips full and eyes as black as a raven's. Only, my hair was a curly and ashy blonde, while Dad's had, for years, remained a thick tangle of black. It had begun to go grey, in recent times. He was getting older, after all. 

"You suck," I whispered to my own reflection. 

Then, teeth bared, I leant in to harshly snarl, "I hate you, Georgette. You bitch. I hate you. I hate you." 

Mom would have been there. Mom would have questioned my impolite response to the mushroom question, earlier. Mom would have held me as I'd cried on that bathroom floor. She would've whispered sweet things and stroked the hair from my face. 

But Mom wasn't here. No. I was stuck with a father who might as well have been a stranger. 

After having had my meltdown, I picked myself up and spent the next while readying myself with makeup and perfume and so. 6.30 came, and I peered from my window and out to look at Emilia's house. The lights were all on, and Emilia could be seen dining with her family on the first floor. Curling my lip in distaste, I descended the stairs, ignored my father on the way out, and waited on the curb for Kelly-Anne. 

A sense of illness had begun to poke at me. My throat felt suddenly dry and raw - my head pounded painfully, and my stomach churned with nausea. 

Finally, the girl rounded the corner at the end of the street in a beat-up red car. She leant over, cracked open the passenger door, and beckoned for me to get in. I complied, and greeted her with a friendly peck on the lips. 

"Hey, sweet thing," Kelly acknowledged, and raked a slender hand through her mess of tousled hair. 

I smiled. Kelly was one of the only people I found wonderful. 

The car set into motion. 

"Thanks for coming." 

Kelly, as per usual, snorted in amusement. 

"Of course. We're friends, no?" 

I nodded, and if it were not for the darkness, I am sure that Kelly would've seen the admiration shining in my eyes. 

"Where are we going?" 

Kelly smirked. 

"Nowhere special." 

*** 

The cemetery acted as a pathway to the thick and dark forest. Kelly lead the way, and I instinctively remained silent as we weaved about gravestones and benches and lone trees. Clouds had gathered overhead, and the darkness seemed almost stifling. 

I enjoyed the atmosphere. A cold wind had begun to roll in, and Kelly pulled her faux fur jacket tight about her torso. 

I suppose that I should've been scared, considering the dark and dead bodies underfoot. Somehow, fear failed to manifest. 

Into the thicket we went, and Kelly settled into step beside me as we wove about trees. I could now see the way a warm glow filtered out from between the pines. Still, my head pounded, although the cool air soothed the pain (to a very small degree, mind you). 

We drew ever closer to the glow, until almost suddenly I could spy its source. There, in a small clearing, crackled a fire, and a few silhouettes lounged around it. 

A boy (his age difficult to guess in the dim light) managed to catch sight of both Kelly and I as we appeared from the treeline, and his face seemed to brighten with excitement. 

"Kelly!" 

And then he was up and hugging her. 

We were introduced, and I discovered that his name was Benjamin. Not that I cared much for him, or his name. Both Kelly and I settled in among the group, and I engaged briefly in dull conversation before impolitely abandoning it so as to stare up at the bonfire's rising and quickly escaping smoke. 

An assumedly insecure female faked drunkenness, and fell into Benjamin's lap to twist and giggle and spout out random garbage. 

The wind, which had previously served as a means to soothe my headache, blew a gust of smoke into my face and over my body. 

My eyes watered. I felt sicker than ever. 

A stranger offered me a beer, and I sipped at it sheepishly. Kelly had become engrossed in a conversation across from me, although paused to lean in and whisper a concerned, "Are you OK? You look glum." 

I felt glum. 

Not wishing to spoil Kelly's night (especially after forcing her to bring me along) I faked a smile and responded with a, "I'm great. Don't worry." 

It was then that my stomach churned in a most disconcerting manner, and I bolted to the nearest bush to hurl and choke and splutter out disgusting fluids and sounds. Kelly stroked my back. Only an hour or so had passed, and now we were bouncing our way back to my home in Kelly's little red car. 

How embarrassing. 

"Don't sweat it, Cupcake," Kelly cooed as we pulled up outside the house, and her fingers stroked across my cheek tenderly. 

I missed my mom. 

Belching, I sluggishly lugged my way up the garden path, and paused at the door. 

It was perplexing. The illness had come on so soon. 

I fumbled for a moment with my key, and feeling exhausted and ashamed and nauseous, shuffled into the hall without my usual squeak and slam and squawk. Billy sat perched in his cage, partially asleep and partially oblivious. I tapped at his cage with a fingernail, and then began to make my ascent up the stairs. 

All of the lights were on, yet my father was nowhere to be seen. This, also, was perplexing, as Dad usually took to watching television or reading downstairs. If this were not the case, then he would turn off all lights and head to bed. 

I sighed. 

The mere thought of that man drained me. 

I spun out into the upstairs hallway, and made to retreat to my bedroom when I heard something strange. Down the hall my father's door had been left ajar, and from it came the distinct twang of Emilia's voice. 

My brow furrowed. 

Impulsively, I stormed down the hall (trampling the homey rugs and bumping furniture in the process), to lurch angrily into my father's bedroom. 

I had expected to find Emilia fully-clothed, either seated on the floor or one of the room's armchairs, nattering annoyingly away at my father. 

What I saw, instead, sent icy shivers through my spine and veins. 

There, on Dad's bed, lay Emilia. Her pretty, red curls splayed out about her head, and her head had been thrown back in pleasure. Her eyes were closed, her legs open, and between those lithe, creamy thighs crouched my father. 

He was fucking her. 

They were both on his bed, and he was pumping into her - the force of this very real motion bouncing her head back and forth against his pillows. 

"What the fuck?" I roared, illness forgotten. 

As if bewitched, both bodies froze. Emilia's eyes had opened, and stunned, they stared up into my father's face. His had changed. It had transformed from a twist of ecstasy and into a blank, tight-lipped stare. For a few moments they lay there like that, both staring at each other, as if unsure of what to do. As if ignoring me for long enough would magically cause me to leave and forget. 

Then, as if they'd both rehearsed it, both pairs of eyes slowly swivelled to look at me, moving at the same speed and at the very same moment. 

My face burned up with fury. 

I must have looked like a witch, standing there in the doorway with flashing eyes and balled fists and twitching lips and bright red skin. 





The Change



"Get out, you whore!" I shrieked, and then I was advancing, spitting, hissing, yelling profanities, "Get-out-get-out-get-out-get-out!" 

Dad had sprung into motion. He stood, pulled on his discarded boxer briefs, and held out his hands as if trying to protect Emilia from a wild animal. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I screamed at my father, and then looked past him to Emilia. 

Emilia with her pretty face and red curls. Emilia with her perfect, creamy, large breasts and their small, pink areolas. Emilia with her sweet little pubic mound and flat stomach. 

Fucking Emilia Johnson. 

"I HATE YOU!" I shrieked, "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! Stay away from me! I never want to see you again, you bitch! Get out! I hate you! You're a cunt! How dare you! HOW DARE YOU!" 

Emilia gathered her clothes, and I made to leap at her and punch and kick and bite her. My dad grabbed my body, swung me up into his arms, and held me while I kicked and screamed and tried to reach Emilia. 

Emilia made for the door. 

She paused, turned, and her big pretty blue eyes filled with tears as she whispered, "I'm sorry, Georgie." 

She closed the door gently behind herself. 

Then she was gone. 

My father set me back down on my feet, and stepped back to stare at me. The anger had not left me yet. Infuriated, I howled at him. 

"You're horrible! I hate you also! How could you fuck her? How could you fuck Emilia Johnson? Why? You ugly piece of shit!" 

My fists were on his chest, pounding at it, punching and inflicting as much pain as I could. 

"You're a nasty, bitter old man who never loved me! I hope you rot in hell, Dad! I hope you never feel any ounce of happiness ever again!" 

I was sobbing. My voice was thick with tears and sorrow and desperation and anger, and everything turned to a blur as I kept on screaming the ugliest things I could think, and as I kept on hitting my own father. 

As if from a distance, his pleads could be heard. His apologies. His ragged voice. 

I don't know how long we stood there like that. I've no idea how long Dad tolerated the onslaught. All that I can say is that it came as a shock when he finally snapped. 

His hands locked around my wrists, and he held me so tightly it stung. 

"Enough!" he yelled, and all at once he seemed to be a different man. Gone was the internal and feeble mound of jelly, and my lips closed and my eyes widened as he pressed me against his bedroom door. 

He stooped down to stare into my eyes, and now he was the angry one. The hissing one. 

"I am your father," he spat, and I felt the urge to shrink as his eyes bored into me, "I don't know who you think you're talking to. You seem to have forgotten who the parent is, in this relationship. My choices are my own, Georgette. They are not yours to make. And how dare you think you could ever speak to me like that." 

My eyes glistened, and my lip curled in defiance. 

"Maybe you deserve it," I whispered, "Because there's no love or affection in your heart for your own daughter." 

Dad's grip on my wrists lessened, although his eyes remained hard and angry, "Things haven't been easy for me, Georgette. I do love you. You seem to be blaming me for the way our relationship has gone sour. But I'll have you know that it is certainly not easy to have to deal with a teenager who's constantly pouting, and throwing fits, and going on about how fucking awful her own life is." 

Tears were openly running down my cheeks, now. 

"I wish it had been you." 

Dad seemed confused, and he quirked an eyebrow in question. 

"What?" 

"I wish it had been you," I repeated, and my voice became so quiet it seemed almost imperceptible, "I wish that mom was still here, and not you." 

Dad jumped. It seemed as if an electric jolt had been sent through his body, and he pulled back as if I'd slapped him across the face. 

Part of me wanted him to hurt. Part of me took pleasure in it. 

The other part of me, however, throbbed in regret and agony as I watched my father retreat. He sat on the edge of his bed, pressed his elbows to his knees, and held his face in his hands. 

I swallowed. 

"Dad?" 

He remained still and silent. 

I have no idea what possessed me to do what I did, then. It was ludicrous. Insane. But perhaps, in that moment, my subconscious concluded it'd be the only way to salvage what was left of this broken father-daughter relationship. 

I dropped my jacket to the floor. With tears still dribbling, and my face smudged with mascara, I approached my father and stood over him. 

"Dad?" I repeated, and my fingers began unbuttoning my cotton shirt. 

The guy seemed intent on ignoring me. 

The shirt joined my jacket on the floor. 

"Dad?" I nagged. 

"What?" he said, and his voice was hoarse and tired as he removed his hands to stare up at me. His eyes bulged. 

"What are you doing, Georgette?" he demanded, incredulous. 

"Stop calling me that," I whispered, and our eyes locked as I clicked off my bra, "Call me something sweet." 

Dad swallowed. He was at a loss. 

"You said you love me," I said, and I stood there, my torso bare, despite all my insecurities about being too skinny. 

"But you've shown Emilia more love than you've shown me in months," I continued, and kneeled between his knees. 

"Is this what you want?" I demanded, and my hands were on his thighs, stroking and squeezing. 

"Is this how you want to be loved, Dad?" 

Dad's dark eyes were completely stunned. Like a deer that'd been caught in a pair of headlights. I kept on massaging his thighs, and began working my way up. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard. 

He was tired. It felt good. He'd surrendered. Temporarily, at least. 

I leant up, and both tenderly and gently pressed my lips to his. It was a sweet kiss. An exciting kiss. My body felt as if it had suddenly been set on fire, and I grew wet and hot. 

It was so depraved. 

His thin lips were soft. His stubble poked against my cheek. He responded, and his warm tongue met mine. 

And then I pressed my hand to his hard cock, and squeezed through his boxers. 

Dad's eyes flung open, and once again his hands locked about my wrists. 

"No. No, Georgette," Dad shook his head, and his lips trembled, "Oh god. We can't, Georgette. This is... this is so fucked up. What the fuck are we doing?" 

Dad's voice became hysterical, "What the fuck are we doing? No. NO." 

"Daddy?" 

Dad recoiled, and his face contorted into an expression of disgust. 

I gaped. 

"Is that how you feel?" I stood, "Disgusted, now? Fuck. What do you want?" 

"Georgette, please... I..." 

I grabbed hold of my shirt, and started pulling it on while storming out of the room and down the stairs. Dad followed a few seconds later, pulling on a white t-shirt and calling after me, "Georgette, wait. We need to talk about this, Honey. Where are you going?" 

I raced out into the street, and I started walking furiously quickly. Dad's footsteps could be heard on the pavement behind me. 

"Georgette!" he called, "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" 

I whirled, and bared my teeth, spitting and growling like a wild dog, "TO FIND SOMEONE WHO WANTS ME!" 

An overhead streetlight cast an orange glow over Dad, and his dark hair glistened. His eyes were shadowed. He looked like a stranger. 

I kept on walking. 

"I'm sorry." 

I paused. 

"I'm sorry," Dad repeated, "For failing to be the father you needed me to be. I'm sorry that I haven't been stronger. I'm sorry, Darling. I'm sorry about tonight. I'm sorry about how... gah... how messed up everything is." 

I stared down at the concrete sidewalk. I feared speaking, for I'd surely begin crying again. 

"I miss your mother too," Dad said, and suddenly he was behind me and drawing me into his arms, "I miss the way things used to be. And I'm sorry they had to change." 

His body felt warm and reassuring. It had been so long since he'd held me. 

I pressed my face to his chest, and breathed in his scent. The fight had gone out of me. All I wanted - all I needed - was this. This love. 

He scooped me up, and remained silent as I wept snot and tears into his shirt. It seemed an eternity before we were home again, and before Dad was carrying me up the stairs to my bedroom. He didn't bother with switching on the light as we entered, and despite what had earlier occurred, he gently laid me down and tugged off my jeans. 

Then, entirely innocently, he pulled the duvet up over my body, tucked me in, kissed my forehead, and made to leave. 

I grabbed hold of my father's sleeve. 

"Wait," I whispered into the dark, and I watched as his silhouette stilled. 

"Yes?" 

"Stay with me, tonight?" I asked. 

Dad hesitated. Then, he ruffled his hair with a hand, pulled aside the duvet, and settled in beside me. I pressed close to his body, and my lips settled against his cheek. 

He lay on his back, and I lay against his right side. His right arm circled me, and we settled into a warm, tight cuddle. 

"I've missed you," I said, and as our bodies relaxed, a sense of nausea began to flood back into my body. 

I sighed. What a horrible, inconvenient time to feel ill. 

Dad remained silent. 

"I'm sorry," I went on, and I nuzzled his neck with the air of a playful animal, "I didn't mean what I said, earlier." 

Dad's hand came up, and he stroked my curly, ashy hair with a firm touch. 

He laughed. 

"I suppose you and I are even, Kiddo." 

"'Kiddo'?" I gently slapped his tummy, "When I asked you to call me something sweet, I didn't mean for you to start calling me that." 

"What would you rather I called you?" 

I ran my fingers over Dad's body. 

He tensed. 

I'm sure he knew what I meant by those little touches, although he chose to ignore this. 

Breathing warm breath over his skin, I pressed my lips to his ear, where I scattered little kisses from his earlobe and all the way down his neck. 

My lips changed their course, and travelled back up to his cheek, and his nose, and his forehead. I paused at his lips. 

Dad held my jaw in his left palm, and he drew me in for a brief peck on the lips before hoarsely whispering, "Go to sleep, Darling. It's late." 

I smiled. 

Darling. 

He had called me Darling.



The Change



It was just like any ordinary day. Kira woke up beside her husband. He was snoring, as usual. She sighed in irritation and sat up. She shed her teddy and dorm shorts, going to the bathroom to take a shower. Some of Dennis's little habits drove Kira crazy, but she loved him all the same. He was a dominant type man. He always had to have his way and be the boss in absolutely everything from what groceries were bought, to what meals Kira cooked for supper, to what he wanted in bed. Kira obeyed him, as she was a natural submissive. She didn't have much of a say as to what went on around the house either. Dennis would have friends over every Sunday and Monday during football season and Fridays during hockey. Kira would always be the one to make the ordeurves, the meals, serve the men their beer etc. Though she hated it, she did it all the same to keep Dennis happy. Kira would always avoid her husband as much as possible after his friends were gone on those nights. Dennis was a beast in bed as it was. With alcohol in his system, he got to the point where he'd end up hurting her accidentally.

Kira smiled as she looked upon her sleeping lover, water still trickling over her skin from the shower. It was at the times Dennis was asleep that he seemed innocent. He was a large man; stood at 6'2'', broad shoulders and chest, great build. He was quite lovely to look at. 

Slowly Kira moved to the bed and sat on the edge beside Dennis. The tie in the towel covering her loosened at her breasts, falling open a little. Gently Kira reached toward her husband, running her fingers lovingly through his tousled sleep-tangled hair. With a soft snort Dennis rolled toward her, almost purring. Subconsciously his hand snuck out of under the blanket and reached for his wife, grasping her upper thigh to squeeze affectionately. "Mornin' doll." He rolled over onto his back and his eyes opened just slightly. Suddenly Kira's heart leaped, something changed in her mind. Something savage and lustful. Before Dennis had awaken completely, Kira was atop him, her thighs wrapped around his waist, her towels having fallen off somewhere in the move from the edge of the bed to where she was now. With a surprised gasp Dennis looked up at her and before he could speak, he was silenced by a savage passionate kiss. All he could do was murmur. His hands reached up to grasp the woman's hips, squeezing and feeling her affectionately.

It wasn't every day his wife woke him and aroused him without his say-so. In fact... it was the first time. It was quite a pleasant feeling actually. When Kira's hand groped his balls, he let out a low muffled moan and broke away from her kiss. "Kira... what...?" 

Kira only smiled down at her husband, feeling him up as his manhood tightened quite nicely in her hand, stroking him softly. Her voice was soft and passion-ridden. "Nothing, baby..." she leaned down to kiss him, biting his lower lip softly, tugging in play. "Just relax."

With a low sigh, Dennis did as he was told, laying beneath the woman placidly, letting her have control for once. Kira had always been good in bed. She knew what she was doing and in the three years they had been married, the girl had learned all his hot spots. She taunted him now, her lips and teeth working over his chest, nipples and stomach. He praised her and only urged her on with his moans and sounds of pleasure.

Presently Kira nibbled along his flank, up to his neck and back down the other side. Her hips rocked into him to give him the rhythm to focus on. His cock throbbed with desire, twitching every now and then as her hand kept working at him. She was wet, he could feel her heat as she rocked into him. "Damn Kira..." his words were taken with another groan. Kira's lips had found the head of his cock, nibbling at him.

Dennis didn't know how many times he had ordered Kira to give him head. It was uncountable. But damn did it feel good when she just did it, rather than being told to. He had never felt something from her so savage and needful. He may have married a submissive woman due to his own dominant preference, but he was a man. Though he hadn't known it, he liked his woman to have control once in awhile. It felt good.

Dennis was panting now, his fingers entwined in Kira's hair as she gave him the blowjob, but he didn't hold her or control her. He let her have control, just stroking the back of her head and neck lovingly. "Oh God Kira..." he groaned again, shuddering as he felt the head of his cock touch the back of Kira's throat. Kira's fingers wrapped around his sack, toying with him, making him quake. "Oh... oh Kira... I'm... I'm gonna cum, baby."

Kira just smiled as she heard her husband's voice and breathless panting above. She stroked his inner things and squeezed sensually, toying with his balls every now and then, torturing her husband as only she was allowed to.

Dennis's breathing deepened, getting more and more desperate as he moaned. Suddenly his large cock jerked inside Kira's mouth as he came hard. Kira moaned and closed her eyes, swallowing the hot seed. It was usually at this point she would let go and crawl onto the bed into whatever position Dennis wanted her in. But now she just kept suckling on him, keeping him at his peak. Dennis's fingers tightened in her hair and he groaned, his hips rising. "Baby... oh Kira..." his voice was weak and passion-laden.

After only a few more moments of utter torture, Dennis came again, screaming in pleasure. Kira presently licked him clean, knowing full well her husband would be spent for a little while. She crawled up to lay beside him, snuggling into his warm, loving arms and layed her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and breathing as he came down off his high.

She felt complete.



The Change



I need to have you for myself.

That was the statement that fucked my head up for good. My boyfriend Marcus' best friends' girlfriend uttered this in my ear earlier today and I couldn't get over it. I can't believe she said that to me; I really can't believe that I was hit on by another woman; what's worse is I can't believe that I've been up considering it for the last 45 minutes.

It shouldn't surprise me much that I'm thinking about being taken by Mya. I'm not gonna lie, I've checked her out a few times before and I can say that she is hot shit. She's got some of the longest curly hair I've ever seen and the black color of it is brought out even more because of her dark blue eyes. I have no idea how a Hawaiian girl got blue eyes but they were magnificent to say the least... and I stared at them for what seemed like hours today. 

My day started out at the mall today. Marcus decided he wanted to go shopping with his best friend Will today and brought me along with him, not to spend time with me, but because Mya was tagging along too. It was shit like that that made me come to the decision to break up with him this weekend. I got a rare 3 day weekend from work and so today, Friday, I got his shit together that was scattered across my house and left it at my doorstep, hoping to not let him in my apartment until I broke it off with him Sunday, leaving Monday a new day for me to go into work and not have to hear shit from him for at least 8 hours. Well, I meant well, but that didn't go according to plan. Marcus is now in my bed and about 50 minutes ago we started to have sex for the last time (he didn't need to know that though) and that ended about as long as I've been thinking about Mya. Just...fucking...perfect...

Since Marcus is already out of my eyes as I see it, I now have to think about how serious I should take Mya's offer. I'm not gay and I've never even had so much as another kiss with another woman before. The most that's ever happened was... well, today. I'm still replaying the day in my head: Marcus picked me up and we met up with Will and Mya in front of Macy's and the first thing she did was compliment me. In the six months Me and Marcus have been together he last did that four months ago. Now that I think about it, she and I have met up about eight times before today and each time she's complimented me. Today she not only told me she loved my little skirt, Reeboks and white baby tee shirt, but also identified my perfume within a few seconds of approaching her. 

"Isn't that Euphoria?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said back, shocked as all hell, "you're good."

Then she pulled another one on me, she hugged me. But this wasn't your normal hug from an acquaintance; she hugged me like she ain't seen me in years and we were in love when we last spoke! She wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered in my ear, "Thank you." When she finally pulled back, she held the back of my head and just stared into my eyes for enough time to make a scene. I hate to admit it but my heart fluttered when our eyes met. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a long time and I was not certain that she was supposed to be making me feel that. 

The rest of the afternoon was only half-routine. Marcus and Will only paid attention to each other, cracking shitty jokes and buying shit for themselves, knowing she and I were gonna be SOL for even a meal in the food court if we stayed with them so we trailed off, leaving the dicks to play with each other. 

I was amazed once again with Mya as she did something I forgot you could do; have fun at the mall. I found out that you can learn almost everything about someone from a trip to the mall. You find out what kind of stores another person goes to all of the time and what they like in it, making conversation seamless if you don't know that person well. I found out that Mya loves horror and action movies and that her favorite is Twin Warriors with Jet Li. She's a Virgo to my Aquarius, she prefers Fredericks of Hollywood to my Victoria Secret and...she's the sweetest person I've met in all of my 22 years on earth. Usually when someone is attracted to me they get kinda vulgar or they just become overbearing, but not Mya. She actually seemed a little shy at times, tilting her pink Yankees hat a little further over her face whenever I thanked her for another one of her compliments. At one point we were talking about flowers and then I had to stop at the bathroom. As soon as I came out she had a single rose in her hand waiting for me. We took pictures at the photo booth like those best friends in movies and even blew kisses at the camera. Then, it happened...

In a day I thought was going good forever, she dropped a bomb right on it. We stopped in the food court and ordered two Cinnabon's. We started to discuss our relationships with Will and Marcus and found that neither of us were really that happy. She told me that Will meant well at times but wasn't aggressive enough and didn't interest her in the least anymore while I let her in on my plans to break up with Marcus on Sunday. 

"Wow," she told me, "hopefully that doesn't mean that me and you have to stop seeing each other. I really like you."

"Awww, I like you too, Mya. Well we have each others numbers now so you know we can call each other anytime. I'll always answer for you." I could tell that she was happy to hear that because she lowered her head a little bit and smiled, her hat covering her eyes again. She started to break off a piece of her cinnamon roll with her fingers and then fed me the strip.

"I'm glad to hear that you'll be answering for me, Angel," she said then leaning in closer to me. That's when she told me. "Because when you leave Marcus, I need to have you for myself."

That did it for me. Needless to say, I was shocked and I really didn't know what to say or do. I didn't have to do much at all though; as if on cue, Marcus and Will showed up two seconds later and it was time to go. I got another passionate hug from her on the way to our cars and that was that. Now it's been an hour since I finished having another round of amnesia sex with Marcus 'cause I can't remember shit about it. It's always the same with him too. I give him a little head, he never gives any back, I lay down, he goes in, he falls asleep. Sometimes I can't remember if I'm having a flashback of a previous time or if it's actually going on. Pretty fuckin' pathetic. I need a change, starting with getting rid of him....

And now I'm hearing my favorite song, "Hey U" by Groove Theory. Mya and I were talking about that song today and she told me she had it in her phone-

But why is it coming out of mine? Mya? Mya!

"Hello,"

"Yooooo, Angel, it's me. Did I wake you?"

I can't lie, she sounds good over the phone. She's talking real low like a phone sex operator mixed with a little Ruthie from the Real World.

"Nah, actually I was already up. Let me put on a shirt and go into the living room."

"Cool. I hope you don't mind me sneaking that song on your phone for my ring tone. I thought you might like it."

"I do. When did you do it?"

"When you went to the bathroom; you gotta love cell phones now, you can transfer anything through Bluetooth."

Damn she's good.

"So why did you really do it?"

"Well, I do love that song too... but... Angel, I need you in my life."

"Mya... I'm flattered, really. I've never even thought of being with another woman before today and-"

"Wait, you thought about it today?" I can hear the excitement in her voice. Yeah, I have been thinking of it but I have no idea how to manage that. Shit, I have a hard enough time dealing with men.

"I won't lie to you, I just had another round of shitty sex with Marcus and I'm done. He's in my room passed out and I'm on the couch talking with you about starting up something I know nothing about."

"Well, since we're laying it all out there right now, I have something to confess. You wouldn't be my first girlfriend or for that matter even my 5th or 6th." Now that's a shocker. I knew that her and Will were a bad match, her being a beautiful woman and him being a fat slob and all. I thought she just saw his inner beauty or something to that effect. Instead...?

"So why are you with Will anyway? You told me before that you're looking to leave him and from your track record it sounds like he should have been out of your league for having a dick to begin with."

"Yeah, you got me; Will and I are a sham. If you want me to be honest with you, my entire relationship is fake. He's a front for whenever my parents want to meet my significant other and I'm his front since he hasn't had an actual girlfriend in his entire life, plus he introduces me to other girls. I'll admit, I've slept with him before but that was honestly out of pity and to really remind me that I like girls; beautiful girls at that. Especially gorgeous Latinas about my height who look great in skirts and sneakers and wear intoxicating perfume." 

She's doing it again. I cannot escape a good compliment; it makes me weak, no matter who's telling it to me. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mya. But why do you wanna convert a straight girl? I'm sure there are plenty of actual lesbians out there who are more experienced than me."

"There are, but they aren't you. I'm only feeling you. When I see you I look straight into your hazel eyes and I can stare forever. I hear your voice and I swear I'm hearing angels. I smell you and...an...aahhhh...."

What the fuck? She sounds like she just finished off a coke in mid sentence. Or finished off something else...like herself.

"Mya – are you playing with yourself?"

"Yes."

"Oh."

"Angel, you turn me on so much! When I smelled your perfume today the endorphins in my body tripled. You made me high. I think about your body and I just want to grab you and force you onto me and have you kiss me with those perfect lips of yours. Mmmmmmmm. And your hair...oh god your hair..."

I'm sitting on my knees on top of my couch, legs spread open with a Tampa Bay Lightning hockey jersey on... one hand on the phone and the other touching myself. It's official, Mya turns me on. So much for my initial hang up; I didn't think another woman could do this to me at all. I can't have her stop now, I need to know how far I want this to go.

"Keep going."

"When I look at your hair...ahhh...I think of it, messy, all over your face...from you moving your head around...feeeee-feeling me, taste you..."

I'm wet and I want this to go as far as it can. I've got two fingers in me and I'm working on three. I want to let her do to me what she wants. I want to know what it's like to have my hair around my face like she's describing because quite honestly, I've never had that feeling before. I need to know if I've been wasting my time with all the dickheads in my life... I need Mya.

"I want you to taste me too, Mya. Tell me what we need to do."

"I need you... to pretend... I'm there..."

"Way, ahead of you. I can already feel your tongue on me."

"Lay down baby and let me take over."

Takeover she did. Without even having to be near me, she makes me cum in a rush and I couldn't help but to drop the phone beside me on the floor. I was hooked already and Mya was the drug. I needed to have a real hit now and she told me how to get it. We took a little time and plotted out the next night and day and I must say it worked like a charm.

The day started off with Will making a call to Marcus in the morning announcing that he wanted him to come over for drinks. He also told him to bring me because he had something planned. It was great that Mya had Will as a pawn; it made things so much easier to get shit done. Of course Marcus accepted and I had to tag along. He could never turn down free alcohol, the fucking lush. He liked riding around smashed and even threw up at a few house parties on a few occasions. I couldn't stand it, especially since I never drank. I was actually anticipating it tonight though.

When we got to Wills' two-bedroom apartment, Mya surprisingly answered the door and I fell in lust, hard! She wore shirt that, technically, would have to go at lengths to be called a shirt. It was a sky blue top that was pretty much a scarf that came from both of her shoulders, criss-crossed over her breasts and then went into her back exposing her flawless stomach and coming down to a denim skirt that was no longer than a sideways piece of paper. Even that went down to a set of too-perfect legs and a pair of sky blue, open toed stilettos that had straps resembling her top, going knee high. Top this off with her long black hair sitting on top of her and the smell of-

"Ralph by Ralph Lauren, right?" I asked.

"Mmm, you're as good as I am," Mya replied, coming in for another hug. God she felt good. I could see more of her than I couldn't because of her skimpy outfit and I felt equally as much. Her skin was soft and her smell was sweet. In a fit of my body doing something my mind didn't tell it to, I ended up taking a handful of her ass and squeezing a little bit. She noticed and softly kissed, licked and blew in my ear. I almost came again. 

"Y'all muthafuckas is gettin' to know each other real well, ain't ya?" Marcus said yelling and rudely interrupting us. "I might need to get in the middle of that later."

"Not in your wildest dreams," Mya shot back at him, all seriousness being displayed in her voice. It felt like she was marking territory... I loved it! That's my new baby.

"Damn, don't get all testy with me cause you on yo period. Anyway, I'm here for my homie Will anyway, y'all can do what you wanna do."

That went better than expected. He found Will and once again they left us alone. This gave me time to let her know that part one of the mission had gone as planned on my part and hers.

"Great. Are you ready?" she questioned.

"I am, but I'm a little nervous. I'm sure it's going to work but...us..."

That's when she became something more to me. She comforted me and let me know that it was going to be alright. She sat me down on the living room couch, stood in between my legs and placed both of her hands behind my head and told me, "You have nothing to worry about. You are my baby and I'm not going to steer you wrong. You've got my word on that, okay?"

I nodded my head in agreement and then it happened; she kissed me SO passionately. I perched up when her lips touched mine and felt a fire inside me when she quickly slipped her tongue in and out of my mouth. My sexuality changed that instant. Once she let go, I knew it was time. Will and Marcus walked in a few seconds later, catching absolutely nothing. Marcus also had a large bottle of Bacardi 151 in his hand and yelled out, "oh hell yeah it is ON! Will just gave me a reason to drink!"

Will then started, "I got this idea earlier before I called Marcus about a game we could play. It's about how well we know the two of you."

"Oh really?" I asked.

"Yes really!" Marcus again interrupted. "Tell 'em about it man!"

"Well," Will started again, "basically, you two sit over there on that couch, we sit on this couch and this bottle of Bacardi goes on the table in between us with those 4 shot glasses."

Mya then interrupted him. "Oh yeah, you told me about this. You two ask us questions that we should know about yourselves and we do the same. Whoever gets a wrong answer-"

"Gets to take a shot! WWWHHHOOOOOO WEEEEEE!!!"

Mya turned and gave me a look that just said, no wonder you wanna get rid of his ass. "Well," she started off, "I'm cool with the game, but since Mr. AA over here seems to have fallen in love with that bottle, let's get another one for ourselves." She took a quick turn again and walked over to the kitchen, opened a cabinet door and brought over a bottle of Abolut vodka then laid it on the table in front of us. "We're gonna drink this, the two of you drink the Bacardi. This way, the game can be played longer since we have two bottles and plus we can determine the winner this way. Whoever gets to the bottom of the bottle loses." She then sat down next to me, winked and announced the start of the game.

In about an hour, Marcus and Will were done. He reached the bottom of the bottle almost by himself, the dickhead. I was actually a little insulted with the results though. This asshole didn't know my weight, my favorite song, movie or even my fucking birthday! No wonder I needed him gone. Somehow Mya knew everything he didn't...everything! There were a few things I didn't know about him either and to be honest, Mya and Will made it really obvious they weren't an actual couple that night and they ended up taking quite a few shots themselves. Luckily Mya replaced all the liquor in the Abolut bottle with water the night me and her talked so we were absolutely sober when it was all said and done.

I was so happy I found her because his ass was officially going to be out of the picture. He finished the Bacardi, walked to the bathroom to take a piss, lost his cookies in front of the toilet and passed the hell out. Will had the pleasure of cleaning up, Mya and I had the pleasure of dipping out early. As planned, I packed some shit to stay at her place and stuck in Marcus' trunk. We told Will that we weren't coming back but in his state I'm not sure if understood. Will is a big guy but for some reason he can't handle alcohol as well as he can a cheeseburger; funny.

We didn't waste any time putting my shit in the backseat of her 2006 Jetta 2.0T and looking inside of it I caught the feeling that she had a very comfortable living. This was a really nice and new car with a lot of leather and I was starting to wonder how good I had it by messing with her. Before I could even reach the passenger side door she came up and opened it for me and said, "I got you. Don't worry about a thing." She said the simplest things and yet I always knew how sincere she was by the look in her eyes.

As she started the car up, I heard Usher's "Can You Get With It" and simultaneously saw her front TV screen light up and a movie start to play. 

"So what are we watching?" I asked her as she pulled out of the driveway.

"Where The Boys Aren't 17," she said back.

Before I could question who was in it or even why I had never heard of it, I found out both of those answers when the movie started to play. I saw several beautiful women on the menu screen and realized pretty quickly that we were about to watch a porno and with a title like Where The Boys Aren't, I knew this was right up her ally. I was immediately taken with a very voluptuous Latina in the picture that Mya told me was named Nina Mercedez. She skipped towards the scene with her without me even asking and I got a taste of what was going to happen with us later...and I loved what I saw.

We reached Mya's condo on the other side of town about 20 minutes later. Making our way into the neighborhood I realized once again that Mya was living really comfortable in those surroundings. Her condo itself was big as hell too; a dual level spot with every room being much bigger than my living room including our first stop, the kitchen. It was fabulous to say the least with a thick glass table off near a corner by the refrigerator and plenty of cabinets and free space. There was a plasma screen TV hanging on a nearby wall and a couch as well. I sat down at the rectangular table on her insistence as she raided her own fridge. 

"I'm not sure about you girl," she started, "but I need something to eat right now."

"I could use a little something too," I replied, "what cha got?"

"Well, I got plenty, however I am feeling kinda lazy so I'm trying to pick something easy to snack on real quick."

"That's cool, got any fruit?"




The Change



She then flashed a devilish grin at me, "I got the perfect thing for the occasion." I watched her turn around and go into the crisper at the bottom of her fridge. She didn't do it like normal people though, just bending their knees and crouching down. While still in her heels and with her legs perfectly straight, she bent over and opened the bottom drawer. It didn't take her long but in the time she was down there I stared at her ass and noticed the sky blue panties she was wearing under that short skirt. I'm not sure why but staring at her...slit, my mouth started to water and my heart fluttered a little bit. Everything back there was so perfect to me and I felt the need to reach out and grab another handful of it again like I did back at Wills'. I snapped out of my daydream as she turned back to me and walked towards the table and sat directly next to me holding something in both hands.

"Here we go," she said oh so sexily, "strawberries and whipped cream in a can. It doesn't get any better than this."

"I'm a have to agree with you on that one." I didn't know what else to say at that moment. Something just told me that she knew what she was doing though and that I should probably let her take the wheel and drive. Shit, after watching those girls in the car I was ready for whatever wild ride she was willing to take me on. Innocently enough though, we actually sat and ate a good portion of her strawberries and did another thing I missed doing with Marcus or any other man; we talked. That was one of the biggest turn-ons for me at that point because I just love it when I can actually talk to someone I'm physically attracted to. More or less though, we talked about us and how comfortable I would be with her now.

"Damn," I stopped and said to her, "I don't remember actually agreeing to be your girlfriend."

She noticed the sarcasm in my voice and just looked at me sternly with a strawberry in one hand and her legs crossed and said, "You didn't have to say it. You've been staring me up and down like a fat guy at a Burger King menu ever since we got here."

It was true, I couldn't stop staring at her. Most of her body was exposed with that outfit she barely had on but that didn't stop me from being curious as to what was covered up. I was completely ready for my first lesbian experience and it was killing me just staring at her sexy ass and those nipples peeking at me from behind that top.

"Okay, you got me," I replied, smiling back at her and putting my hands out in front of me as if I was asking to be handcuffed. "So what are you gonna do about it?" 

"This."

I finally gave her the opening she was looking for with me comment. She took a bite of half of her strawberry and picked up the whipped cream off of the table. With my arms still extended towards her, she sprayed the cream in my mouth, placed it back down and brought my face to hers, placing her tongue in my mouth forcibly. I could tell she was giving us the equal satisfaction of having the berry and the cream meet evenly but not without each others lips connecting to do so. She was more than good at kissing me too. I felt that fire again in side of me and it did nothing but cause a back draft in my lungs when she went from simply kissing me to trying to reach the back of my throat. It was so dirty yet she was so sexy doing it at the same time and it drove me up the wall feeling the softness of our mouths pressed against each other in such a simple pleasure. 

I'm not sure who ate what part of the contents of our mouths but after a few moments all was gone and Mya was forcing me onto the table. Not that there was much 'force' really; all she did was ask me to lay on my back and I obliged. I laid long ways across the middle of the table and noticed that the lights had been off the entire time we had been home. In the middle of this thought I watched the moonlight shine across Mya's frame as she climbed over me like a cat, heels still on, hair moving all across my body until she reached my face. Once there, she put her tongue back into my mouth and I let out a loud moan as she lowered her right and unbuckled my jeans. She successfully got the buttons off and zipper down in a second and raised back up on her knees to pull them and my shoes off. She then tossed them to the side of the table leaving me with nothing but a white baby tee and panties on. 

"You look so amazing, Angel," she told me. I didn't have time to reply though as she immediately went back to her prior position and started kissing me again, but this time, leaving her hand near my now pulsating pussy. She moved my panties to the side and I felt her middle finger slid slowly into me, instantly reaching my g-spot. I felt her leave my mouth and take her precious lips to my neck and began to nibble, lick and suck on it furiously. I don't know how she knew this was my spot but I was glad she found it because I was completely in heat now, feeling her massage my pussy with her hands and sinking her teeth into my neck. I started to say things I had never said before and didn't feel the need to hold back any of it, even if it meant saying a whole sentence like it was one word.

"Myayoumakemefeelsogoooooood!!" I moaned. She didn't reply back with words though, Mya was all about action. She lifted herself to her knees again and proceeded to lift my shirt up and over my head. I then felt my nipples perk up quickly as the sound of whipped cream being sprayed on them filled my ears. Mya dipped down and licked the cream off of my breasts like a kid licking batter off of a spoon. A sensation shot up from my chest to my back as she gently nibbled and sucked on my tits the same way she did to my neck. I thought the girl could work magic with all she was doing to me because everything was just perfect and nothing felt out of place, wrong or by any means sub-par. I then got the first of my wishes fulfilled when she finished the first round of cream off of my breasts and pulled herself up again. She finally took off that top and I saw a very full and perky set of B-cup breasts fall out and stare me in the face. She took a hold of the whipped cream can again and this time placed it on her own breasts.

I didn't need to miss a more obvious opportunity and before she could even finish putting it on her left nipple, I had lifted myself to her and began attacking her right one with my mouth while holding onto her back for leverage. I can say that she was pleasantly surprised to find how well I was at licking her because she dropped the can on the table, resulting in a loud clang. Me; I knew I was good. I was sexually held back by bad lovers all of my life although I wanted to do so much more. I was by no means a virgin and no where near shy. Mya was feeling all I had to off and by the cries of pleasure I heard as I tongued her down, she knew it already. 

Hearing her beg for me to give her more was a treat onto itself, but when she put her hand back down and started to finger me again, I felt as though I had won a prize. She didn't just massage my insides like she did the first time though. No, this time she got her finger in there and thrust it in and out of me so fast that I went from hearing her palm slap against me with just a little wetness coming from me to hearing my juices splash around her hand as I perked up and bit her nipple because of the feeling. I thought this would ruin the mood but she only grabbed the back of my head and told me to do it again only this time harder and to the other breast too. I did as was requested of me and listened to her beautiful voice wail out in ecstasy as my reward for our pleasure. 

My thigh grazed her panty line and I noticed that she had to be twice as wet as I was since the entire section covering her pussy was damp. I took my next obvious opportunity and reached under her with my right hand, pushing her sky blue panties to the side and fingering her in the same manner she was doing to me. She screamed again in my ear and I loved every second of it. I wish I would have had a camera then to capture the sight: on top of a glass table, my naked body under hers, fingering her pussy and licking her breasts as she grinded on my hand I reciprocated the action on hers, leaving both of our right hands moist. It kept me horny feeling the soft straps of her heels still on and looking at the skirt concealing the naughty act I was committing under it. This went on for only a few minutes before we both inevitably came on each other and she fell onto me again and her hair enveloped us both. 

We lay down for a moment kissing each other as I caressed her back before she suggested that we get up and go to her room upstairs. I knew there was more in store and with all I had built up over the years I was going to let it out tonight. We walked up the about 20 stairs and into the long and dark hallway (still naked mind you) until we reached her room. Once again, it was huge. Another plasma screen hanging on the wall, a couch, a piece of furniture she called an 'Esse' which was shaped like one big and one small camel hump, a walk in closet and a bathroom directly beside her gigantic bed. A nice white canopy covered the bed with its see thru material but I could still see the main attraction: a mirror the width of her headboard that reached about 5 feet towards the sky. I could only imagine what was hidden in there. 

When we entered she told me to cover my eyes while she got something out for us to play with. When I opened them I saw a small black wedge and a giant black ramp, both with harnesses attached. 

"What are those?" I asked out of serious curiosity.

"These are the Wedge/Ramp combo I got from Liberator," she said. "They specialize in sex furniture. That's where I got that Esse from and now I wanted to introduce you to these. I need you to lay down on them for me."

As was the common theme that night, I did as I was told, not a bit apprehensive about it. She laid the giant ramp on the edge of the bed with the long, straight end at the foot and the rest slanting towards the pillows. She then placed the smaller wedge on top of the base and I thought I knew where she was going at first, but I was wrong. She told me to place my head on the small wedge and wanted my pussy at the top of the ramp. Almost without warning she placed these soft black cuffs on my ankles and strapped them to both sides of the long end of the ramp. Afterwards, she cuffed my wrists to the wedge under me so now if I moved my arms too much my head was going with it. This was a good way to restrain someone and I was in heaven just thinking about what she was about to do to me. I asked her to kiss me before she went to work and she placed her lips onto mine and kissed me like she loved me. I think I fell in love with her though.

She got off of the bed and took off her skirt and panties. I told her to keep the heels on though because they turned me on. She smiled back at me and walked sashayed her way towards my fully exposed pussy on top of this surprisingly comfortable contraption. She bent over like she did at the refrigerator and began to lick my shaved pussy slowly. I'm glad I shaved that morning too because I felt every lick that she gave me. She paid close attention to details because every time my body jerked from her reaching yet another spot, she kept on it but moving her long tongue around the area and applying pressure with it, causing me to grind my twat in her face repeatedly. It was all I could really do to show how good it felt since I was held down that moment. Oh, that and moaning uncontrollably and yelling at the top of my lungs how good it was. I tried speaking words but only Mya's name came out of my mouth about 50 times in a row. She may have wanted to change it after then. 

I was amazed that she didn't use her hands while she was down there which turned me on even more. She just licked in strategic ways, curling her tongue into my pussy to reach my spot and also thrusting it like it was a dick, at one point making me orgasm and shake like I was having convulsions. I watched her through the mirror behind me and noticed one reason why she wasn't using her hands; she was using them to masturbate. As much as I liked watching her do this, I felt I could help her out with that. I told her to come over and 69 with me so I could taste her cum. She told me that she loved hearing me say that and walked over to the side of me. 

As she did on the table downstairs, she crawled over me like a cat except backwards and laying her equally shaved lips on top of my face. Next, she dug her face into my cunt again and went back to work.

Although this was my first time eating a girl out, I knew from personal experience what a girl wanted to feel down there and watching that porno earlier gave me a few pointers on how to go about the process. I have a few Nina Mercedez movies now because of that movie. I stuck out my tongue as though I were licking a lollipop and went to work on her clit. I have to admit, the taste of a woman's juices is intoxicating and I'm not sure how I went all my life without tasting them until tonight. I stroked her faster and faster because she was doing the same to me. All we were doing was making each other hornier and hornier to the point that our mouths and noses were literally buried inside of each other. If someone was on the outside listening all they would have heard were muffled moans coming from the both of us. I wanted so bad to put my hands on her ass some more and really work my way inside her but the cuffs on my wrists were putting a damper on that. It didn't matter because it only made me work harder and pleasing the woman who showed me so many things that night. 

We worked each other over until we both had an orgasm in unison, screaming at the top of our lungs in each other and feeling our faces covered in wet sex. Before she crawled off of me, she finally unbuckled the harnesses and we both moved towards the pillows where we kissed each other so deep that it looked like we were trying to eat each other alive. I finally told her that I would have no problem being her girlfriend after I took care of one thing. 

I walked downstairs to pick up my cell and called Marcus. It was about 4 a.m. and I knew he was still knocked out but I really only wanted his voicemail to pick up and leave him a message. When it came on, I told him:

"Marcus, it's Angel. Please don't try to call back to this number because I will have changed it by the time you hear this message. It's over. It's really been over for a while but you have been pushing your limits for so long that tonight was the final straw. I've met someone who actually cares for me and who I care for too. We were never really a couple you know, I was your trophy for a job that wasn't well done. I packed up your shit and it's in the backseat of your car so you don't have a reason to come and pick it up. I tried making it work for us but it wasn't happening, not when only one of us is willing to make it. I've made a change tonight Marcus and I needed to get rid of you to do it. I thank you though because without you, I wouldn't be happy now. Later."

 I called up T-Mobile afterwards and changed my number as promised, which only took a few minutes. As I hung up the phone, Mya came from behind me and embraced me. I turned my head and kissed her softly as she walked to the front of me and sat down as though she were straddling me. We held each other a little longer and just stared at each other out of mutual admiration and lust. She kissed me again and then asked, "So do you want to move in?"

For me, there was no turning back and honestly, she had a big fucking house! You wouldn't mind being there in all that space either. "As soon as we can get my shit in here," I replied. She smiled at me again and told me we can do it next week.

That's when the phone rang...



The Change



Kate Evans started going through menopause just after her 45th birthday. Over the next few months it became more and more painful for Kate to have sex so she and her husband Robert had to stop having intercourse, and her desire for sex completely dissipated.

Robert did his best to be supportive as his wife adjusted to menopause.

As time went by Kate seemed happy, but Robert became depressed. It had been more than a year since they last made love when Kate finally decided she had to talk to Robert since he wouldn't talk to her.

"Robert...we need to talk." Kate said.

"About what?" Robert asked.

"About you." Kate said.

"What about me?" Robert asked.

"For the past several months you've been looking more and more depressed. I know you like to handle things on your own and get upset when I put my nose where you don't think it belongs, but damn it Robert it's obvious that something serious is bothering you. Talk to me...tell me what's wrong and maybe I can help you make it better." Kate said.

"Do you really want to know what has been bothering me for the past year?" Robert asked.

"Yes Robert, I'm your wife, I love you, and I can't stand to see you like this." Kate said.

"Okay Kate...I'll tell you. Kate over the past two years or so you have gone through a major change. I haven't changed though Kate...I'm still the same." Robert said.

"Robert...what are you talking about?" Kate asked.

"Sex Kate...I'm talking about sex." Robert said.

"Sex? Robert are you so selfish that you're blaming me for you being so depressed?" Kate asked.

"No Kate...I'm not blaming anyone. I know it's not your fault." Robert said.

"Well I'm glad that you aren't blaming me, but I'm really upset with you right now Robert. How could you be so selfish? Why do men always think with their dick?" Kate asked.

"Kate...maybe I am being a little selfish, but I have something to say...will you let me say it without interrupting?" Robert asked.

Kate crossed her arms across her chest and stared at Robert.

"Well...go ahead then." Kate said.

"Kate, I understand that God or nature decided that it was time to change your body and put you through menopause. I understand that it has become too physically painful for you to have intercourse. I understand that part of the change has been the complete loss of sex drive, and even any interest in sex. I understand all of that and I do not and will not ever blame you for those changes. You didn't choose to lose all desire to have sex. You didn't have any control over what happened to your body. I understand that for you sex is a thing of the past...I understand that Kate. The problem is that I haven't changed Kate. Nature has not put me through a dramatic event like it did to you. It would not be physically unbearable for me to have intercourse. My sex drive and desire has not been diminished. You used to call me your horny teddy bear. Well Kate...the teddy bear is still horny. I know that it may be selfish of me to still want sex when you are both unable and uninterested, but I can't help it Kate. I have needed relief so badly that over the past year I have been masturbating daily as if I was some 14 year old kid. Kate we're 46 years old. I hope to be with you for another 40 years at least, but the thought of 40 years without sex when I still have the drive and the desire...well Kate...that's pretty damn depressing. I love you with every fiber of my being Kate and I have come to accept that our sex life is over...but just because nature has taken your sex drive and desire away does not mean that I can just shut mine off." Robert said.

Robert broke down crying after baring his soul to his wife. Kate sat silently for a moment thinking about what Robert had said. Her initial reaction was that she should yell at him for being a selfish horny pervert, but she let his words sink in. The more she thought about it the sadder she got. She had thought Robert was being selfish, but she too was being selfish. Did she really expect him to just stop having any interest in sex simply because she had? 

Kate's eyes filled with tears and she moved over to hold Robert.

"Robert I'm sorry that I said you were selfish. I'm sorry Robert...I hadn't even considered that your sex drive would remain the same as mine went away. I'm sorry Robert...I've lost all interest in sex to the point where I didn't even think that it might be why you were depressed. Robert...I...I don't know what I can do to make things better, but I want to try." Kate said.

Robert looked up into Kate's eyes.

"Kate I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do." Robert said.

"I do want to do it Robert. I do want to do something to help make this better. I obviously still won't be able to have sex with you, but maybe there's something else I could do. Oh...do you still find me attractive?" Kate asked.

"Of course...you're as beautiful now as you've ever been." Robert said.

"Then what if I were to sit around naked so you could look at me while you masturbate? Would that help any?" Kate asked.

"You want to sit around naked so I can look at you while I masturbate?" Robert asked.

"If you think it would help." Kate said.

"Yes...yes I think it might help. Are you sure you're okay with it?" Robert asked.

"Robert...you've seen me naked thousands of times. I won't get anything out of it sexually, but I will be happy to know that it has helped you. Would you like me to do that for you?" Kate asked.

"Yes...I would like that." Robert said.

"Should we go and try it now?" Kate asked.

"Yes...if it's okay with you." Robert said.

Kate hugged Robert and kissed him.

"I want to do this for you Robert. Just because we can't have a normal sex life anymore doesn't mean that I can't continue to be a part of your sex life. Let's go upstairs and we can try it right now to see how you like it." Kate said.

She took Robert by the hand and led him up to their bedroom.

"Um...how do you want to...do this?" Kate asked.

"Well I've been sitting in this chair most of the time when I've done it recently so maybe if I sit here and you stand in front of me or sit on the end of the bed or something." Robert said.

"Okay. Should we just get undressed or do you want to get undressed first and then watch me?" Kate asked.

"I would love to watch you. Let me grab something first." Robert said.

He went into the bathroom and came back with some toilet paper.

"What's that for?" Kate asked.

"It's to keep me from making a mess." Robert said.

"Oh...okay." Kate said.

Robert got undressed and then sat down in the chair facing Kate who was standing at the end of their bed.

"Ready?" Kate asked.

"Ready." Robert said.

Kate started unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it off and tossed it aside. She sat on the bed and pulled off her shoes and socks. She stood back up and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. She pushed them down until they fell around her ankles. She kicked them aside leaving her wearing just her bra and panties.

"Do you like what you see?" Kate asked.

"I've always liked it." Robert said.

"Good." Kate said.

She reached behind her back to release her bra. She slid it down her arms and tossed it to the side. She went to take her panties off next.

"Sweetheart wait...would you come over here close and take them off facing away from me and bending at the waist?" Robert asked.

Kate rolled her eyes.

"I guess I can." Kate said.

She walked over close to Robert, turned around, then pushed her panties down bending at the waist as she pushed them down. By bending at the waist she gave Robert a great view of her ass and her pussy.

"Thank you sweetheart." Robert said.

Kate straightened back up and turned around kicking her panties to the side.

"So what should I do now?" Kate asked.

"Just sit on the end of the bed with your legs open enough that I can look at you." Robert said.

Kate sat on the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide open. She wasn't getting anything out of it sexually, but it did make her feel good to see that Robert had an erection and he was stroking it. It made her feel even better to know that he still found her attractive enough after all their years together to want to look at her while he masturbated.

"Out of curiosity...how long does this take?" Kate asked.

"Do you already want to quit?" Robert asked.

"No, I was thinking that if it doesn't take very long maybe we could do it every night before you shower and go to bed." Kate said.

"That would be great. It won't take long...I'm getting close already." Robert said.

Robert's stroking got faster. A minute or so later he picked up the toilet paper and held it with his left hand while jerking himself over the edge with his right hand. He grunted and came. He stroked 4 thick ropes of cum out of his cock, then his entire body relaxed.

"Thank you Kate. That was amazing...you don't know how much it means to me." Robert said.

Kate walked over to Robert and bent down over him. She gave him a hug and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"I know how much sex used to mean to you Robert. I'm sorry that I didn't realize how unfair I had been to you. I'm willing to sit here naked and let you look at me while you take care of yourself. I want you to have at least some kind of sex life, and this is all I'm capable of." Kate said.

"I know sweetheart, and I really appreciate you doing this much. I love you and I love looking at your body." Robert said.

"Well...I'll go start on dinner. You should shower...dinner should be ready by the time you get downstairs." Kate said.

"Okay." Robert said.

Robert showered, pulled his clothes back on and went downstairs. Kate was putting dinner on the table. When she saw him walk in she smiled.

"There's that smile I've been missing lately." Kate said.

Kate kissed him.

"I'm sorry that I hadn't felt much like smiling lately Kate." Robert said.

"It's okay Robert...I understand it now." Kate said.

For the next few months Robert and Kate would go upstairs to go to bed together. Before they went to sleep however Kate would get completely undressed and sit on the bed and Robert would look at her as he masturbated. Robert thanked Kate over and over for doing that for him and she was happy in knowing that she was at least helping her husband meet his physical needs.

On Robert's birthday he got home from work and found a surprise waiting for him. Kate was in the kitchen wearing nothing but an apron.

"Wow." Robert said.

"Do you like my new apron that much?" Kate asked.

"It's the sexiest apron I've ever seen...or maybe it's just the way it's being worn." Robert said.

"Well...since you enjoy looking at me so much I thought I would be naked during your special birthday dinner so that you would be excited the way you used to be on your birthday when we'd run home and make love." Kate said.

"I guess that means we're eating here." Robert said.

Kate laughed.

"Yes...I love you Robert and I want you to be excited, but I'm definitely not going out dressed...or in this case...undressed...like this." Kate said.

They ate dinner. Robert kept turning his eyes to look at Kate between bites. He had appreciated so much what she had been doing to help him. After clearing the table Kate put a wrapped package in front of Robert.

"This is only part of your gift, but you need to open this first." Kate said.

Robert was looking at Kate as his hands began fumbling with the wrapping paper. Finally the paper gave way and Robert looked down at the table. What he saw confused him.

"What is this sweetheart?" Robert asked.

"Well...I was talking to Mary a few days ago...I told her about our little arrangement and she thought it was sweet, but she also said that there was more that I could do for you. Actual physical things that I could do." Kate said.

"There is?" Robert asked.

"Yes. Apparently we have been very naive about sex throughout our entire marriage Robert. We thought our sex life was over because of my menopause, but from what Mary told me there are other ways that a couple can have sex." Kate said.

"How?" Robert asked.

"Well the first thing Mary told me about was oral sex." Kate said.

"Oral sex?" Robert asked.

"Yes...apparently it's like masturbating you with my mouth." Kate said.

Robert's eyes lit up half from excitement and half from shock.

"Really?" Robert asked.

"Really. From what Mary said a lot of couples have oral sex. I never would have even thought of it, but from what Mary said Thomas really enjoys it. She made it sound like it was way better than just masturbating. I thought that we could give it a try...if you want to. Do you want to Robert?" Kate asked.

"I would love to have you physically involved with me again Kate, but I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to." Robert said.

"I do want to Robert. I wouldn't want to do it very often, but I figure that I could do it once or twice a month for you. Would that be okay?" Kate asked.

"That would be great Kate. So is this stuff for that?" Robert asked.

"No...that is for the other thing that Mary told me about." Kate said.

"There's more?" Robert asked.

"Yes. Never in a million years would I have even considered it, and I never would have thought anyone would get pleasure from it, but Mary said that Thomas really loves it and that she has come to like it too." Kate said.

"What is it?" Robert asked.

"Anal sex." Kate said.

"You mean like...in your asshole?" Robert asked.

"Yes. Like I said I'd never have even thought of it, but Mary said it was very enjoyable, but she said we would need a lot of that to do it." Kate said.

Robert looked back down at the bottle of sex lube that he had unwrapped.

"And you would...do that?" Robert asked.

"Well...I'm much more willing to do the oral sex thing than I am the anal sex thing, but it's your birthday and you should enjoy it as much as possible so I thought it would be okay to try it tonight and see whether either of us has any interest in doing it again. So...what do you think?" Kate asked.

Robert didn't say a single word. He grabbed the bottle of lube with one hand, took Kate's hand in his other hand, and pulled her towards the stairs and towards their bedroom. When they got to the bedroom Robert handed the bottle of lube to Kate and immediately stripped off his clothes. He already had an erection.

Robert took the bottle back from Kate, put it on the nightstand beside the bed, took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

"Kate...are you absolutely sure that you're okay with this? I would never ask you to do something that you weren't comfortable doing." Robert said.

"I know you wouldn't sweetheart. I don't know whether I'll be comfortable doing it or not because I haven't done it yet. This is your birthday and I want it to be special so I do want to at least try to do both of them for you tonight. We'll decide later whether or not to do either of them again okay?" Kate asked.

"Okay...so...how do we...what do we do?" Robert asked.

"Mary told me that the simplest way to do the oral sex part is for you to sit down and for me to kneel between your legs." Kate said.

Robert moved over to the chair that he'd been masturbating in and sat down. He spread his legs apart to give Kate plenty of room. Kate moved in front of Robert and got on her knees. Robert smiled down at her as she reached up and took the base of his cock in her hand.

"Well...here we go." Kate said.

She opened her mouth and leaned in towards Robert's cock. She could feel the heat from his cock as the head entered her mouth. 

Kate wasn't sure how much of it she was supposed to take into her mouth so she took just a few inches and then closed her mouth around it. Robert moaned. Kate looked up at Robert's face to see if it was a good moan or a bad moan. When she saw that it was a good moan she started gently sucking as she pulled her mouth backwards. Robert moaned again.

When she'd reached the head Kate opened her mouth and moved back down taking a little more of Robert's cock in her mouth before wrapping lips tight around it again. Her friend Mary had told her that stroking the portion of the cock that she couldn't get into her mouth wither her hand helped so Kate started moving her right hand in unison with the movements of her mouth.

After several minutes of sucking and stroking his cock Robert began to squirm around.

"Sweetheart...I'm about to...I think I'm going to climax." Robert said.

Kate hadn't thought of that. Mary hadn't told her what to do when that happened. They should have grabbed some toilet paper like Robert used when he masturbated.

"Oh god Kate...here it comes." Robert said.

Kate pulled her mouth off of Robert's cock just as he erupted. His cum spurted out onto her neck and her breasts. Robert sighed and Kate looked up at him...he was smiling.

"It seems that you liked it." Kate said.

"I did Kate...I really liked it. Thank you. Was it okay for you?" Robert asked.

"Well...I'm not exactly thrilled to have your semen on my chest, but it wasn't uncomfortable for me to do and it feels good to know that you enjoyed it." Kate said.

"I did...I really did Kate. That was...incredible." Robert said.

"Well...I'd be willing to do that again, if we make sure that you don't leave a mess all over my chest again." Kate said.

"We'll be better prepared next time." Robert said.

"Well...I'll give you a few minutes to recover while I go clean this up. Then we can try that anal sex thing." Kate said.

Kate stood up and walked into the bathroom. Robert could hear her turn on the faucet for the sink. He took several deep breaths as he thought about the amazing thing that had just happened. For the very first time in his life he'd gotten a blow job. His wife...who no longer had any interest in sex had done it to make him happy on his birthday. Thinking about it had Robert's cock hard again by the time Kate got back from the bathroom.

"Oh good...it looks like you're ready to go. Let's get you nice and lubricated." Kate said.

She grabbed the bottle of lube, put some on her hand and rubbed it up and down Robert's cock. She put more and more on until it was dripping onto the floor.

"Okay...hopefully that will be enough. Mary said that it would be easiest for me to be on my hands and knees and for you to come in behind me." Kate said.

She moved onto the bed and Robert moved up behind her.

"It's going to be a tight fit Robert so you'll have to push pretty hard. I might groan or even scream a little, but unless I ask you specifically to stop it's okay. Are you ready?" Kate asked.

"Yes." Robert said.

Robert used his right hand to position the head of his cock against Kate's virgin asshole. He pushed in slightly, but nothing happened.

"You'll have to push harder than that sweetheart. Apparently it takes quite a bit to get it in there." Kate said.

Robert pushed harder. Slowly the pointed head of Robert's cock began to penetrate the tightly closed asshole of his beloved wife. Kate moaned and grimaced at the new sensation, but she didn't ask Robert to stop.

The entire head of Robert's cock slipped inside and he stopped.

"Are you okay Kate?" Robert asked.

"I'm fine...it's a little tight, but I knew it would be. Keep on going." Kate said.

Robert pushed forward pushing one, two, three, and 4 inches of his cock into her ass. Kate pounded the bed so Robert stopped.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Robert asked.

"I'm fine...it's just a new sensation. I've never had anything go in before...it's always been out." Kate said.

Robert pushed forward some more...five, six, seven, and finally 8 inches of his cock. He was all the way in. 

"Wow...that's a lot different." Robert said.

"Do you like it?" Kate asked.




The Change



"Yeah...it's a different kind of feeling compared to your vagina, but it feels good." Robert said.

"Okay. You can move it in and out now like normal sex, but please go slow." Kate said.

"Okay...I'll put some more of the lube on when I pull out too." Robert said.

"Good idea." Kate said.

Robert eased his cock back out of Kate's ass until only the head was left inside. He squirted more lube onto his cock and then slowly pushed back into her ass. Robert slowly started moving his cock in and out of Kate's ass. The sensation was incredible for Robert and the fact that Kate was doing it for him was exciting so Robert only took a few minutes before he was ready for his climax.

"Kate...I'm gonna...what should I...should I pull it out?" Robert asked.

"I guess it won't hurt anything to do it in there so just go ahead." Kate said.

With her okay Robert brought himself off and came in his wife's ass. Slowly he pulled his cock out of her. Kate sighed when Robert's cock finally came out of her asshole. She turned around on the bed so she and Robert were both kneeling and looking at each other.

"Did you like it?" Kate asked.

"It was amazing. Did it hurt you?" Robert asked.

"It was a little painful at first, but once I got used to having it in there it didn't hurt much. I'd be willing to do it from time to time if you want to...not very often, but maybe 5 or 6 times a year or something." Kate said.

"I would love that if you were okay with it." Robert said.

"I'm okay with it Robert...I want you to be happy and have an enjoyable sex life. I really want that sex life to be with me. When I think of the possibility of you...straying because I can't or won't please you...it makes me sick to my stomach." Kate said.

"I would never stray Kate. I was depressed when I was secretly masturbating on my own, but things got much better when you started participating by letting me look at you. The things we did tonight were amazing...if you are willing to do them again I will have a happy and enjoyable sex life for a long time to come." Robert said.

"Will you still want to masturbate every night before bed?" Kate asked.

"If we're going to be doing some more of these two things from time to time no I won't need to masturbate every night. I would still probably want to do it a few nights per week if you're okay with it." Robert said.

"All I have to do is sit there naked Robert...I have absolutely no problem being naked for my husband if it makes him happy." Kate said.

"It does make me happy Kate. You make me happy...you make me very happy." Robert said.

"So did you have a good birthday? Did you like your presents?" Kate asked.

"I had a great birthday and I absolutely loved my presents." Robert said.

Robert kissed Kate. She felt his cock press against her body.

"You'd probably better go jump in the shower to wash that off of you." Kate said.

"Right...good idea." Robert said.

Robert got off the bed and walked into the bathroom. Kate shook her head.

"I'm a damn good wife. The only thing I liked about what we just did was knowing that Robert liked it and I'll do it again for him to make him happy. I'll give him oral and anal sex for the next 40 years if that's what it takes to keep my man happy...and to keep him mine." Kate said.

She got up from the bed and walked into the bathroom. She joined Robert in the shower.

"Do you mind some company?" Kate asked.

"Not when that company is as beautiful as you." Robert said.

Kate put her arms around Robert and put her head on his chest.

"I love you Robert. I'm sorry that we can't have the sex life that we had before, but I hope that our new sex life will show you how much your happiness means to me." Kate said.

"It does Kate. I'm sorry that you aren't able to enjoy and desire me the way that I enjoy and desire you anymore." Robert said.

Kate turned her head and kissed Robert.

"I guess you'll just have to enjoy it twice as much for both of us." Kate said.

Robert smiled.

"I think I can handle that." Robert said.



The Change



As usual I'd like to thank mikoe the baby for editing this story and for making it what it became. She pulls my cold dead fingers away from the comma key (on those oocasions when I actuallt type usually I just scribble down the word in crayon with no punctuation at all.)

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Most of us develop our personalities over time and due to a plethora of different reasons, ranging from parenting styles to life experiences. Some believe that we never change during life or in other words that we're born a certain way and throughout our life simply become more developed. They believe that a person's nature doesn't change. To them some of us are just born as assholes and spend the majority of our lives becoming bigger assholes. They espouse that even an asshole can show restraint in certain situations such as at work. When these assholes are in the proximity of people who control their destiny, they fake it. They pretend to be civilized until they are in control and then their natural asshole tendencies again take over. Hm...interesting.

Another theory is based not on nature, but on nurturing or experience. This theory says that we're not born assholes but that people or experiences turn us into assholes throughout our time here. Basically life trains us to be assholes. There are many versions of both of these theories, but if I had to pick one I'd be hard pressed.

I believe that each of us is born with both sets of genes and those asshole traits can be switched on or off due to extremely stressful events in our lives. I also believe that those traits can be directed at some people and not at others. After hearing my story, maybe you'll feel the same.

My name is Ryan McCarthy. I'm five foot ten inches tall with brown hair and brown eyes. I'm pretty soft spoken and I generally try to get along with people. I don't think I've had a fist fight since I left elementary school. On the other hand, I've been involved with martial arts and boxing since I was 8 years old. 

I came home from the third grade with a bloody nose and my dad, an old army guy, signed me up for Karate classes. Of course, I still didn't get any tougher and the bigger kids still managed to walk away with my lunch money sometimes, but I just wasn't afraid anymore. Being able to fight and probably to kick their asses didn't make me a bully. It just gave me a choice. I could either fight them and probably hurt them or just give them the fifty cents and eat later without all of the problems a fight would bring me. I guess I've just never been the alpha male type.

I married Rhonda Barbie a couple of years after I left college and we've been doing great. I love her and she loves me. We have a two year old daughter, a great home and a great life. Rhonda is a little chunky but it's her heart that I fell in love with. I think it was my disposition that attracted her to me. 

Rhonda had been with a couple of guys that were kind of abusive. Though she isn't fat, Rhonda had the same attitude as people say about bigger girls. She just thought that she'd have to try harder and lower her standards to get a guy. So some of the guys that she got tended to run over her and didn't treat her the way she deserved.

When we got together it was great for both of us. She knew that I wasn't going to force her into doing anything she didn't want to do sexually or otherwise. I'm still very soft spoken and easy going so our arguments are few and far between. I guess I tend to look at the big picture and I try to think about the other person's point of view as well as my own. I tend to try to avoid confrontations especially in cases where they aren't necessary.

After some of the guys she went out with, Rhonda's parents loved me. So everyone was happy when we got married. Our two families blended into one larger one with Rhonda and me in the center. When our daughter, Haley, was born two years ago, it was like the world, or at least our chunk of it, tilted on its axis and Haley became the sun.

Rhonda gave up her job and stayed home to take care of Haley. To be honest, I was making enough money that both of us didn't really need to work and Rhonda was actually tired of working. It was she who suggested that she stay home. I'd just figured that with both of us working we'd be able to put more money into our savings and investments. I, of course, lost that argument and Rhonda became a stay at home mom and I became the sole breadwinner.

That was the way that most things went with us. I wasn't the kind of husband who rocked the boat. Rhonda's dad often told me that I was a wimp, but he loved me anyway. "I'm glad my baby girl married you instead of those assholes she used to date," he often says.

As a matter of fact, most of the people who know us don't think the word, "No," is a part of my vocabulary. They're all very sure that Haley will wrap me around her little finger and take control of the house by the time she's five or six.

I didn't mind it because my world revolved around Rhonda and Haley. There was nothing I wouldn't do for either one of them. I guess there were a few times when I should have been more assertive, but at the end of the day making them happy, made me happy. 

So on days when I'd had a really rough day at work and I just wanted to come home and relax on my deck, drink a beer and have a quiet dinner, but I got home and Rhonda had a group of people over to socialize and just handed Haley to me as soon as I hit the doorway, I took it in stride.

I tried to see it from her point of view which was that she'd been taking care of Haley all day and we made her together, so I also had to spend some time caring for my daughter. Rhonda also worked in the house all day long making it a home for all of us, so she never got the opportunity to get out or be around adults the way she used to when she worked. So I was fine with it. But then as has been mentioned, I never really complained about much.

So maybe, in some ways, I was a wimp. I mean I can break boards with my bare hands or feet. I weigh a hundred and seventy pounds and bench press two fifty, but I'm still a wimp. I simply do not possess the caveman gene. I would probably have gone through life without ever becoming angry had it not been for one phone call.

I almost never use our house phone. I've used it so rarely that I don't know the number. Even when Rhonda calls me, my iPhone doesn't show the number it just shows "Home."

So that day when my phone was on the charger and I needed to call a mechanic because my Taurus was acting funny again, my world changed. As I picked up the receiver, I heard voices. Normally I'd have put the phone down immediately, but I heard Rhonda laughing and she seemed to be talking about me.

"No, I don't think he even noticed that we weren't there," she laughed. "Don't get me wrong, baby, I love Ryan and I always will, but I don't think he'd say anything if he caught us fucking. He'd probably just say, "Sorry," and back out of the room."

"Yeah," said a man whose voice I recognized, but I couldn't put a name with. "He's so nice that he'd probably offer to hold your legs apart so I could stick my dick in you."

"Oh, Jim, stop exaggerating," laughed Rhonda. "Besides, your wife isn't any better."

"That bitch had better just do what I tell her to do," said Jim. "If she knows what's good for her. But shit at least we aren't doing it in her house. Ryan, I just don't know about him. Hey, while we're on the subject, my boss is a member of the same Masonic lodge as your dad. Isn't Ryan a member too?"

"Yep, my dad dragged him into that a few years ago. They remind me of the God damned Flintstones, with their funny hats and all of those rituals. They're like the loyal order of water buffalos."

"Well, I want to be a water buffalo," said Jim. "If I join their lodge, I'd get more contact time after work with my boss. It would give me a better chance in a few months when it's promotion time."

"I'll start hinting around about it to Ryan," said Rhonda. "As long as you keep me happy."

"I'll keep you full of dick, if that makes you happy," said Jim. "But if you love Ryan so fucking much, why do you need me?"

"Because I'm bored," said Rhonda. "I'm stuck at home with a baby all day. Ryan loves me and I love him. But with you I get to play a different role. I get to be someone else. I don't know how long it will last. Maybe I'll get bored with you too. I'd drop you like a hot rock, if I even thought that Ryan would find out about us, but as long as he's clueless, we're on."

I sat there holding the phone for a few minutes after they'd hung up. I heard Rhonda walking through the house and quickly went back outside. I walked around the house and came back in through the front door as if I hadn't been there.

"Hey babe," she smiled as I walked in. She came over to me and reached up for a kiss. I studied her face. There were no traces of the lies or lack of respect she held for me on it. I stood there for perhaps too long before I turned away from her. 

"What's wrong Honey?" she asked. "Did you have a bad day at work?"

"Work was fine," I said. "The Taurus is going to have to go into the shop again. Can I use your car?"

"Sure baby," she said. "But it's just a car. They break down. Get used to it. That's no reason for you not to kiss me when you come in. I've been thinking about you all day. I look forward to us spending time together."

"Sorry," I said and walked away, looking for her keys.

"Where are you going?" she asked.

"I'm going over to the dojo," I said. She just smiled. When I really needed to get something out of my system I often went over to a local Karate school that a friend of ours ran. Rhonda laughed about it, because she'd never seen me hit a person. She'd occasionally seen me do Kata or break boards, but my wife, like everyone else, was of the opinion that I wouldn't say shit if I had a mouthful of it. I don't think she thought that I was capable of actually hitting someone, even in anger. I was definitely more of a talker than a fighter. She was right.

That night I beat the fuck out of a helpless punching bag. I tried to punch and kick the anger out of myself, but I couldn't do it. My anger and my pain settled like a ball of fire in the pit of my stomach. Even when I was so tired that I couldn't raise my arms any more, I couldn't let go of it. This was different for me. I had changed. I knew that I wasn't going to go home and confront Rhonda, but I started thinking about her differently. From that moment, for the first time since I'd laid eyes on her, I didn't think of Rhonda as mine. In fact, I no longer wanted her. Despite the fact that I've heard you can't turn off love that quickly. I no longer loved her. I was sure of it.

I knew that things had to be different because I was really pissed. I wanted Rhonda to go through the same pain and suffering that I had. I knew that I had to be smart about it though. I needed to plan and think about what I wanted to do.

I began to plan out in my mind what I wanted to say to her. I needed to do this in a way that would affect her most. I'm a strong person, I thought. Both mentally and physically, I'm strong. Maybe I can't lift my arms right now, but I'm strong.

I composed myself and got my temper under control. Martial arts are great with things like that. They teach you to focus. Except for perhaps a harder set to my mouth, I got my face straightened out to the point where my new feelings wouldn't show.

I may have looked composed on the outside but I wasn't. I was screaming on the inside and I felt nothing but rage and pain. There were so many questions I needed answers to. On my way back to the house I let Siri help me. For those of you who don't know Siri is the personal assistant on the iPhones. I just told Siri to find me a Private Investigator and the screen of my phone showed three of them in the area I was in. I picked a guy who was on my way home.

I don't know what I expected. I guess I wanted to see Humphrey Bogart or Robert Mitchum. Shit, I'd have settled for Colombo or even Barnaby Jones. I expected a grizzled veteran with a lot of life under his rumpled suit. I wanted someone with enough life experience that he's been there and done that.

What I got was a twenty something pot-bellied guy with a three day beard reading a video game magazine. He looked at me through eyes that had seen too much Modern Warfare 3.

"What do you need?" he asked.

I explained the situation to him and he grabbed a worn leather jacket off the rack next to the X-Box.

"Where are we going?" I asked, as he stood by the door.

"Your house," he said. "Depending on whether or not you want a divorce and which way you want to file, you may need evidence. So we'll have to put some cameras and mics around your house. Even if you don't want a divorce, you'll need some kind of evidence to confront her with. That way she can't give you some bullshit story about how you're imagining this. And on the very thin possibility that you don't even want to confront her now, some day in the future you might need to have evidence just in case."

"How many of these cases have you seen?" I asked. The look in his face and the way he shook his head said it all.

"At least a hundred or so," he said quietly. I was forced to immediately change my opinion of him.

"How long have you been in business?" I asked. I'd thought that he was barely out of college. Now it suddenly dawned on me that maybe he was one of those Dick Clark guys who just looked young. Maybe I had my grizzled veteran after all.

"Three years," he said. "I'm twenty five."

Hearing his points did nothing to make me feel better. In fact the news that the ending of my idyllic life and marriage was just another statistic depressed me even more.

We drove over to my house. He followed me there in his own car. When we got to the house Rhonda came out to meet him. I introduced him as a guy from the car dealership. She smiled and went about her business. 

We installed pinhole cameras all over the house including our bedroom. We also added a small device to the phone lines that would allow us to monitor all phone calls. After I showed him out, I immediately went to my computer to listen in on the call she was currently making. 

"Yeah, he brought some guy from the car dealership home with him," she said. "We both know they're not going to honor his warranty. They'll make him pay for the repairs. That's my little man. What can I say? I love him but he's just never going to be a tough guy."

A short time later she came to bed. She rolled over and put her arms around me and started kissing me. I pushed her away from me. A few minutes later I felt her fingers crawling on my leg. I looked over at her and saw her smiling.

"I'm not in the mood," I told her.

She looked shocked. "Since when do you have to be in the mood?" she asked. "Damn it, Ryan, it's just a car. It's not even that great a car. Get over it." Then she rolled over to the other side of the bed.

Over the next few days, she stuck to her pattern. It seemed like Jim came over to VISIT her every other day. Listening to their phone calls and watching them when I could stomach it helped me to gain the strength for what I needed to do. It was funny because since I'd found out about her and started to distance myself from her, she seemed to be taking it out on poor old Jim.

In fact, yesterday he ended up not getting any at all. In reality, they'd argued.

"God damn it Jim," she'd snapped at him. "I don't like that. You don't know what you're doing at all. Let me give you a clue, you have to get me in the mood first."

"I thought you liked it hard and fast?" he said.

"I only like that every once in a while," she snapped. 

"But it's the way we've always done it," he whined. "That's what we do together. If I wanted to make love to someone, it would be someone I love. Shit, that's why I come to you instead of my fucking wife. What's your problem?"

"I don't know," she said. "Ryan hasn't touched me in a week. Ever since his fucking car took a shit, he's been acting strange. All the things he usually does for me he's been skipping out on. It's like he blames me for the car."

"You're still going to get him to sponsor me for membership in the lodge, aren't you?" asked Jim.

"Well, yeah," said Rhonda. "But I've been waiting for a better time. It probably isn't a good idea to ask him something like that while he's not in the best of moods. Yesterday he came home and played with the baby, went out for his run and then just played with the baby until she went to sleep when he got back. We didn't even talk."

"Maybe when he gets the fucking car fixed he'll feel better," said Jim. "When are they supposed to be done with it?"

"I haven't even asked him," said Rhonda. "I will today. Jim, I really miss him. It's not just the sex, although I miss that too. It's all of the little things, like him coming home and massaging my shoulders or rubbing my feet. It seems like forever since we just sat down and watched TV together or sat on our porch and talked."

"Blah, blah, blah," said Jim. "I really don't give a fuck about your marriage. Are we going to fuck or not?"

"Or not," said Rhonda angrily. "Call me when you get your head out of your ass."

When I got home that night, Rhonda asked me about the car. She'd made all of my favorite dishes for dinner and she was walking around the house in a very low cut blouse and a very short skirt. Under normal circumstances I'd have been overjoyed. But in this case, I knew that she was just horny because she'd gotten into an argument with her boyfriend.

"Ryan, Honey, how are the repairs on your car going?" she asked me.

"They're going," I said. 

"Well maybe you should be a little bit more forceful with them and stop letting everyone push you around," she said. "I'll need my car back too, you know."

I went over to the table and got my car keys. I took the keys to Rhonda's car off of the ring and put them in her hand. Then I sat back down at the table to eat.

"Ryan, I didn't mean it like that," she said. "You're upset and this whole thing is bothering you, so it bothers me. I love you Ryan."

"Yeah so you've said," I thought. "You love me so much you'd do anything for me except stay faithful to me. You love me so much that you're fucking another guy in our house, in the bed we sleep in."

I thought it, but once again I said nothing. I just screamed inside again. She had to have seen my anger written in my eyes.

I thought that I was strong. I know the words I need to say. Frozen in my place, I let the moment slip away.

Her eyes got bigger as instead of replying to her words I just pushed myself away from the table, leaving my meal untouched.

"Ryan," she called as I walked away.

I didn't answer I just went to look in on my sleeping daughter. I loved that little girl more than life itself. If it weren't for her, I'd probably have just walked out on Rhonda the first day that I found out about her and Jim.

I closed the door behind me and walked back through the house. I grabbed my gym bag and headed out.

"Ryan, where are you going?" asked Rhonda. Without saying a word or even turning to face her I just held up my gym bag.

"Ryan, the gym is over a mile away. How will you get there?" she asked.

"I'll be fine," I said.

When I got home it was after midnight. While I was at the gym beating the hell out of yet another punching bag, I'd made the decision. It was time to end the farce of my marriage. I had all of the evidence that I'd need to force Rhonda into giving me what I wanted. The problem was my daughter.

If I got custody, I'd have to arrange child care and visitation and all of that other stuff. I wanted to have it all in place when we filed. There was also the problem with confronting Rhonda and serving the papers. My parents loved Rhonda and her parents loved me. This would be a terrible blow to both families. 




The Change



"Ryan," Rhonda called out, as I walked up the stairs. "You were gone so long."

I didn't answer. I just went into the bathroom to shower. As I let the warm water flow over me the shower door opened. Rhonda stepped into the shower with me and hugged me.

"Rhonda," I said in a very flat voice. "Everything hurts." I'd tried to keep my voice as neutral as possible. I didn't want to show any anger and at the same time I was tired of letting her hurt me. I wondered if she would ever know how painful it is to sit there and listen to a recording of the woman who supposedly loves you calling you a wimp, while talking to another man. I wondered if she knew how it hurts to be berated constantly by hearing yourself referred to as "my little man," or other such niceties.

"Does this hurt?" she asked, reaching around me and grabbing my dick. 

"No," I said. "But I'm too tired to do anything about it."

"Ryan, it's been two weeks," she said angrily. "What did I do?" she asked. "I didn't fuck up your car. It wasn't me, Ryan." She walked out of the bathroom still dripping wet. I could hear her crying as I calmly dried myself off and went back downstairs to sleep on the sofa.

I guess she expected me to go into the bedroom and try to comfort her. I mean that's the way I was supposed to react to that kind of situation. It was the way I always had before. Maybe that was the beginning of the change. 

The next morning I awoke early so I could get to work on time. Over the past two weeks I hadn't really done anything about my car. There was no need to because there really wasn't anything wrong with it. All it needed was a tune up which I'd gotten the very next day. I'd just continued to let Rhonda believe there was a problem with the car because I'd needed a reason to be acting out of sorts. I decided to just take the car into the dealership to have something done to it. Maybe I'd get the oil changed or the tires rotated or just something so I didn't have to explain anything about the fucking car.

I told my secretary that I had a problem to sort out and went to the Ford dealership. As I waited for the service guy to talk to me, I looked around the dealership.

"You're driving the Taurus, right," he said after a few moments. "They're great cars. They're solid, they're dependable and they'll never give you a problem. How long have you had that one? Over ten years, right?"

I got confused. When he'd been describing my car, without knowing it, he'd described me. Solid, dependable, never give you any problems; that was me. I went to work every fucking day and supported my daughter and that cheating bitch of a wife of mine. I never asked for anything and always did what was expected of me even when that bitch was spreading her legs for some low life former coworker.

  Solid, dependable, it also meant unnoticed. I could sit here screaming and praying for her to stop forever and it would never matter because she didn't notice or care what she was doing to me or to us. Fuck us. There really wasn't an US, anymore. No longer, I thought. Not a fucking instant more.

The words came out before I even realized what I was saying. "I need to see a salesman," I heard someone say. "I want that car, there."

He ran away and got a salesman. I test drove it in a daze. As I drove the car around the streets, I noticed that nearly everyone I drove past noticed. NOTICED, that was exactly what I fucking wanted. On my way back into the dealership, I pulled out my phone and called the lawyer I'd hired. I told him that I needed the divorce papers served that day. They been ready the week before but I hadn't wanted to serve them. I told him to go ahead and serve them to both Rhonda and to Jim. I told him that if he was lucky, he'd be able to catch them both together at my house in about an hour.

My second call just as I drove back inside the lot was to my insurance guy. I got my insurance policy updated to include the new car. I had to get the insurance quickly because this was my car now. I had no intention of giving it back.

As I sat down to talk to the salesman, I kept my face neutral. 

"I can offer you a deal on the interest rate," he said. 

"How much do you need down?" I asked.

"Well, we have to..." he began.

"Look," I said. "I just need a number." My insurance guy called the dealership while we were signing the paperwork. He faxed over proof of insurance and I drove out of the lot. The roar of the exhaust system was music to my ears. I smiled at a couple of women when I pulled up next to them. It was another change. I would never have done that before.

As I pulled into my driveway I noticed that the door to my house was open. My timing wasn't very good. I'd expected for Rhonda to be there but I hadn't thought that Jim would still be there. All I heard coming from inside the house was the sound of Jim yelling and Rhonda crying.

A couple of my neighbors came over to me as I got out of the car. "It's a good thing you're home," said my next door neighbor. "She and that guy who always comes over to visit have been going at it for a while now. Whose car is this?"

"Mine," I said smiling.

"Holy shit," he said. "Wait til I tell Ellen you bought a brand new Mustang. She'll be begging you for a ride."

"You probably shouldn't tell her, Sam," I said as I winked at him. "You might not get her back and I am in the market for another woman to go with the new car."

He just smiled and nodded at me as I stepped into the house.

Rhonda looked awful. She'd been crying her eyes out. She kept looking at the divorce papers over and over again. Both she and Jim looked up at me when I came through the door.

"Ryan, I don't understand," she cried. "I don't want a divorce. We can work this out. It was a mistake."

Jim came over to me. "Look Ryan, why do you need to name me in YOUR divorce?" he asked. "I have a wife and two kids. If you name me it'll probably end my marriage as well. My wife had nothing to do with this. Don't you care about my kids?"

I just looked at him. I was surprisingly calm. Both of them were talking at the same time and blaming each other. I sat down at the kitchen table to think about what I wanted to eat.

"Let's all sit down like rational adults and talk about this," said Jim. "I'm sure we can work this all out to everyone's satisfaction."

They both sat down at the table too. They were both still talking or Jim was talking and Rhonda was crying. 

"Look Ryan," said Jim. "I know this looks bad but there is really nothing going on here. It only happened one time and it was only sex. You see both of us, err, Rhonda and I, both kind of like rough sex and neither you nor my wife go in for that sort of thing. You don't because you love Rhonda and my wife doesn't because she's the romantic type. She's more into cuddling and kissing and all of that bullshit.

   So both Rhonda and I had needs that were going unfilled. But that one time worked it out of our systems. It will never happen again. You can understand that can't you buddy?"

I didn't say a word. Rhonda took that as meaning it was her time to talk. "Ryan, you're the only man I love. I don't want a divorce. That's why I've been acting so crazy lately because you haven't been yourself and..." 

Jim started back in, "Look Ryan, you're not the type of guy to just fly off the handle. Be reasonable here. There's..."That was all he got out. He'd been wringing his hands and whining but he'd gone from that to standing over me. His voice took on an almost threatening tone. The old Ryan might've listened to it...But I'd changed.

I shot to my feet so quickly that I don't think either of them figured out what had happened until it was too late. The old Ryan would have let the bile build up inside of him and later went out to run himself into the ground to get over or channel his pain. The old Ryan might've gone to the gym to beat on an innocent punching bag...But I'd changed. I wasn't the old Ryan anymore.

I didn't think. I just reacted. Even as my legs pushed off to propel me out of the chair my hand was in motion. I did an open palm strike against Jim's chin. I guess my intention was to knock him backwards because I didn't like him leaning over me. I guess I perceived it as a threat. 

I underestimated my timing, my rage and my strength. I also underestimated Jim's luck. My strike hit him exactly where I'd aimed it. His jaw shut with nearly enough force to break his jaw. The only thing that saved him from that was the fact that his neck snapping backwards absorbed a lot of the force. It still propelled him backwards and upwards knocking him out of the chair and landing him awkwardly on the floor on his back.

Rhonda was shocked that her mild mannered, "little man," would do something like that but she was in for an even bigger shock.

Jim was writhing around on the floor with both hands over his face making unintelligible sounds. Blood was pouring out of his mouth. Then she noticed on the table in front of us a small piece of pink tissue that was just starting to bleed.

Rhonda looked at me and I shrugged. "I guess he bit his tongue off," I said calmly. She jumped over to him as he was still writhing wildly in the throes of his pain.

"Ryan, call 911," she screamed.

"Fuck him," I said. 

Jim got his head together despite the pain and started pointing towards outside. Through a mouthful of blood he pointed at her car.

"I'm going to drive him to the emergency room," she said.

"In what?" I asked calmly.

"My car," she said. 

"I paid for that car," I said. "He isn't getting into it."

"Ryan," she said, pleading with me.

"Sign the divorce papers and you can take him," I said.

"No fucking way," she said picking up the phone. She dialed 911 and gingerly picked up the tip of his tongue and wrapped it in ice. Within a few minutes the ambulance arrived and took Jim and his tongue away to a nearby clinic. I never left the kitchen. Neither Jim, nor his injuries, affected me. After the ambulance drove off, Rhonda came back inside the house. She'd spent a few minutes talking to some of the neighbors.

"Whose Mustang is that in the driveway?" she asked.

"Mine," I said.

"You bought a new car without talking to me about it?" she asked.

"You started fucking some jerk in my bed without talking to me about it," I shot right back.

"Ryan, it only happened once and it was never going to happen again," she said, looking at the floor.

"Rhonda, I've been video-taping you and listening in on your fucking phone conversations for over two weeks. And it had started before then," I said. She started crying again. "I think the best thing for you to do is to go to stay with your parents for a while. Since you can't tell me the truth there's no point in us talking."

"But Ryan, please," she screamed. "I'm scared. I'm just trying to keep us together. Just give me one more chance. What about Haley."

"Don't fucking mention my daughter's name you whore," I screamed at her. "I'll go pick her up as soon as I calm down. I need to get used to doing it anyway. I don't think any judge is going to give custody of a child to a mother who doesn't work, but sends her daughter to a sitter so she can fuck her boyfriend in her house. Just get out, Rhonda."

 I took a couple of days off of work to try and get a handle on my new situation. For the first day, while I went through meetings with the lawyer and tried to find a good day care center, my mom watched Haley.

 Rhonda called both the house phone and my cell phone at an alarming rate. I never listened to her messages or called her back. My mom begged me to talk to her for Haley's sake.

 The worst moment of all was when the conference of grandparents all descended on me at once to give me their advice. I found out then that Rhonda was still up to her shit. 

 They were all under the impression that we'd been having money problems and we'd gotten into an argument because I'd gone out and bought an expensive and impractical new toy.

 Even my own parents looked at me funny when they pulled into my driveway and saw the Mustang parked there.

 "Son," said my dad. "If the two of you were already arguing about money, why would you buy that car?"

 I didn't say another word. I took them all into my den, logged into my bank's online banking center and showed them how much we had in checking and savings. Then I showed them the investments in my brokerage account and Haley's college fund. I told them about my 401k plan at work as well.

 "So Rhonda might not know how well you guys were doing," said her mother. "You should tell her so she'll get over the car thing and agree to come home."

 "Rhonda knows that we don't have any money problems," I said.

 "Then why are you two...?" began my mother.

 "You could start by asking Rhonda to tell you the truth," I said. "I'm sorry but I have to go pick up my daughter."

 "That child is too young to be in day care," said Rhonda's mom. "I could watch her while you work."

 "I'd take you up on your offer on a heartbeat," I said. "But Rhonda is staying with you."

 Rhonda's dad was probably the one who was the quickest on the uptake. He got them to all go back home and talk to Rhonda.

 At the time I thought it was a good thing. The next day when she showed up at my job, I wasn't so sure. 

 She looked like hell. She was also crying and screaming hysterically. Just to keep my good guy status I had to agree to sit down with her. I didn't want to do it at work so I arranged to see her afterwards. 

 Before I left for work that day, I got another visitor. She was a nice looking woman that I'd never seen before.

 My secretary showed her into my office and she immediately launched in on me.

 "Good Lord it was an accident," she said. "I don't blame you. He doesn't blame you, but he's miserable because he thinks you abandoned him."

 "I'm sorry," I said. "Who are you?"

 "God," she said. "Ryan, I've heard so much about you over the past couple of months that I feel like I know you already. I'm Jim's wife, Starla."

 "I was really glad when the two of you became friends. Jim doesn't have very many friends," she said.

 That's because no one can trust him, I thought to myself.

 "So how is he doing?" I asked.

 "Well they we're able to reattach his tongue. It doesn't have any sensation in it yet but they're hopeful. The thing that's worse though is that he really misses you. You guys spent so much time together, playing golf and all of that other crap. You promising to sponsor him for that lodge is going to really help him with his boss at work."

 I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to say. "Uhm, did he tell you how it happened?" I asked. 

 "Yes," she said. "It wasn't your fault. It was mostly his I guess. You patted him on the back for him finally beating the rest of you guys at the golf course. Of course, he was eating at the time and just bit his tongue. Anyway he really wants for you guys to get back together."

 "Well, tell him I'll be home tonight by about 5:30," I said. 

 "That would be great," she said. "I'll take the kids to McDonalds or something and you guys can have a guy's night. But I should warn you. He really can't talk much yet. He still has to write everything he wants to say. So be patient." 

 As she got to the door she turned and smiled at me. "You really are as nice as he told me you were," she smiled. "I owe you one."

 I couldn't believe Jim. Starla was gorgeous. And her body was incredible. If I was married to her, she'd have to beat me with a stick to get me off of her. We'd probably have at least eight kids.

 I left the office at 5 o'clock as usual and stopped to pick Haley up from day care. She was, as always, glad to see her dada and made me smile just seeing her. I still needed a better solution than day care but I could only take things one step at a time.

 When I pulled into the driveway, Rhonda was already there. "Ryan, God how I've missed you," she gushed. "And my baby too."

 "I'm shocked," she said. "She seems to be doing fine without me." There was a tear forming in Rhonda's eyes.

 "I'm shocked too," I said. "I had her DNA tested and she is my daughter." Rhonda looked hurt. She sucked in a breath to say something but I held up my hand for silence.

 "Don't say anything, Rhonda," I said icily. "I needed to make sure of everything in my life. You've already betrayed me the worst way possible and lied to me to try to cover it up. Why should I believe a word out of your mouth?"

 "Ryan, everyone makes mistakes," she said, beginning to cry. "I never meant to hurt you. You are the most important thing in the world to me."

 "Yeah, I'm your wimpy little man," I said. "Even though I'm not ever going to be tough and I have no balls, so everyone pushes me around. That's why you had to go and find yourself a real tough guy to fuck."

 "Ryan, what are you talking about honey?" she asked.

 "This is going to be a real short conversation," I said, turning to go into the house.

 "Ryan, please don't go," she said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

 "Listen..." I began. I was going to call her a name but remembered that I was holding my two year old daughter in my arms. 

 "I have tapes and videos of you and Jim together," I said. "I've heard the way you talked about me and belittled me." Her mouth dropped open and she got ready to cry.

 I held my hand up again. "Stop the waterworks," I snapped. "If you do or say anything to upset Haley you're gone. You made your bed so now you just have to lie in it. I invited you here to..."

 Before I could finish, Jim drove up. He got out of his car carrying a big note pad. When he saw Rhonda his eyes got huge. I opened the door to the house and we all went inside but no one said word.

 "Why is he here?" asked Rhonda. 

 "There are things that we all need to talk about," I snapped. 

 "Well why don't you and he go first and then you and I can take our time. I'll play with Haley while the two of you talk," Rhonda said. 

 I put Haley in her playpen. "We'll all talk together," I said. "I don't want Haley to get used to having you around when you probably will only be seeing her every other weekend for an hour or so."

 Rhonda looked like she was about to cry again, but I held up the magic hand and once again she stopped.

 Meanwhile, Jim had been scribbling away on his pad. The first message he'd written begged me to drop the suit against him. He told me that he was already barely keeping his marriage together and he couldn't afford for his wife to find out what he'd done. He begged me to consider his children.

 "Like you considered my daughter when you helped to turn her mother into a whore," I snapped.

 He shrank down and away from me as if he was afraid I'd hit him or something.

 "You don't have to be afraid of me," I told him. "I'm not the kind of person who goes around hitting people. I'm a wimp remember. Remember how you and this slut used to talk about me over the phone?" My voice was getting louder and Haley looked at me. I forced a smile on my face and went to play with her to calm her down. 

 "I'll do anything you want," he wrote. "I'll give you everything I have."

 "I may take you up on that," I told him. "But get your house in order. For now, I'm not going to tell your wife anything. I'm going to suspend my suit against you. I'm not dropping it but I have to take care of my own divorce first. Then I'll start on yours."

 "Noooooo!" screamed Rhonda. "Please, Ryan no," she screamed.

 Haley started crying then and I went and picked her up, to calm her down. "Rhonda, I warned you," I said, while I smiled at Haley and tickled her sides. "If you have one more outburst, I won't see you again until we get to court. Now look at your daughter and smile God damn it."




The Change



Rhonda had tears running down her cheeks but she forced herself to look at Haley and smile.

 "Before you go, two things," I said to Jim. "One, I want you to call me every day to make sure that I don't have anything I need for you to do. And second, I want you to write me a long letter. In that letter I want you to tell me how things got started between you and my whore of an ex-wife. I also want to know why you cheated on your wife. I saw her today and I can't imagine anyone in their right mind cheating on her. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen outside of TV or the movies. I just don't get it."

 "Is she prettier than me?" asked Rhonda.

 "Yep," I said. "And she's built better too." Jim got up to leave. He nodded his head and quickly scribbled down "Thanks, I'll e-mail you the letter." Then he walked out of the room leaving me with my wife. 

 "Ryan, can we go and sit on the sofa in our living room," she asked. "We have a lot to talk about."

 "Why?" I asked. 

 "Because, we can't get past this and start to rebuild our lives if we don't talk," she said. 

 "No, Rhonda," I said. "What I meant was why would I want to bother talking to you? You haven't done anything but lie since this whole thing started. When the divorce papers were served and I came home you tried to lie to me along with your fuck buddy. You claimed it had only happened once. Neither of you knew then about the videos."

 "Then you lied to our parents. Even now they have no idea what this is about do they? Then you pretended not to know what I was talking about when I asked you about the way the two of you talked about me. So, why Rhonda...? Why should I believe anything you told me?"

 "Because, I only lied because I was so afraid of losing you," she said. "You and Haley are my whole world. I'd do anything for you."

 "Anything except keep your legs closed," I snapped. "Anything except keep the vows we made when we got married."

 "Ryan, I never meant to hurt you," she began.

 "What you mean is you never meant to get caught," I said. "Remember when you talked about what would happen if I did find out? Remember how you said that I was such a wimp that I wouldn't do anything?" She hung her head and started crying. 

 "It's always funny until someone gets a divorce," I laughed.

 "Ryan, I've admitted I did it. I'm sorry. I'd do anything for this not to have happened. I swear it. All you have to do is tell me what I have to do to make this up."

 "Ryan, we've been together for a long time. On the road to forever there are bound to be ups and downs in every relationship. You can't just give up and throw in the towel every time something goes wrong."

 "We're a great team. We take care of each other and our daughter. We always have. If you've listened to my conversations with Jim then you also know that things between he and I were lacking. But I never scrimped on you. I was always attentive to any and all needs you had. I would have died before I knowingly hurt you."

 "Bullshit," I spat. I quickly looked across at Haley to assure that my outburst hadn't upset her. She was beginning to yawn in her playpen.

 I turned back to Rhonda with anger written all over my face.

 "You weren't attentive to shit," I hissed, barely loud enough to be heard. "...Unless it was the need to fuck Jim. I was in pain from the moment I found out about the two of you. I was screaming on the inside and I know you felt the pain. But all you cared about was getting your hole filled. So you should be glad now because there's nothing to hold you back anymore."

 "What do you mean?" she asked. "I have much more to hold me back now. These few days that we've been apart were a nightmare. All I have done is laid on my bed and cried and prayed that you'd give me another chance. I kept saying it over and over again. Heaven help me find a way to dream within this nightmare."

 "All I saw was me trying to go through life without you. It was hell. I saw you bringing Haley up without me and someone else replacing me in my daughter's heart. I know that you won't forgive me twice. I'll never do anything to even make you think I looked at another man. My time of cheating with Jim or anyone else is over."

 "You'll find someone else," I said. "And you haven't seen the last of old Jim. I'm sure of it."

 "He makes my skin crawl," she said. 

 "Yeah, since you got caught," I snapped. "Did you sign the papers yet?"

 "Of course not," she said. "I've already told you, we're not getting a divorce and you don't want one. You love me and I love you. Why the fuck would we get a divorce? Ryan you're being over dramatic. Just tell me what it'll take for us to get over this?" she said then in a softer voice. "Ryan I miss you. I won't mess up again."

 She reached for me. A gesture she'd done so many times over the years that it was like second nature her. This time though, things didn't go the way she expected them to. As quick as a snake I grabbed her hand just before it touched me. "Don't ever touch me," I told her. "We both know where your hands have been."

 She looked me in the eye and saw that I was serious. 

 "Rhonda, I allowed you to come over here so we could talk like adults. You refuse to see reason so there's no need for us to continue to talk. You need to get yourself a really good lawyer. I wanted this divorce to go through easily. I have no intention of paying you for fucking up my life, but I'm not going to be ruthless about it."

 "I want Haley and the house. My intention is to give you a small but reasonable lump sum up front. No alimony, because, as I said I have no intention of paying you for ruining my life. I'm also going to make Jim pay you. Since he fucked you, he should help to support you. It's only fair don't you think?"

 "I was also going to allow you generous visitation rights..."

 "No," said Rhonda again. "This isn't right." She had a crazy look in her eyes. 

 "Ryan, don't you read the papers? Lots of people have affairs. It doesn't have to end in a divorce. I love you. I've told you that over and over again. I never loved Jim, it was just sex."

 "I'm not the people in the papers, Rhonda. I want a divorce. I'm trying to let you stay in Haley's life. But I want you out of mine. If you don't agree to this and force me to, I will get nasty. I'll drag your name through the mud so badly that you won't be able to stay in this town. It'll embarrass your whole family and ruin Jim's. Is that what you want?"

 "No Ryan, you know what I want. I want my husband and my family back," she said. 

 "Rhonda, you have your copies of the papers," I said. "I'm trying to be nice so I'll give you three days to get a lawyer and get me the papers back signed. After that I'll draw up new papers listing the true reason I want the divorce, restart my suit against Jim and even call your parents into court so they can testify about the way that you lied about why we ended our marriage."

 She didn't say anything she just got up and started to leave. She looked back at me and shook her head. 



 Very early the next morning, I had a visitor. I was feeding Haley a bowl of oatmeal made just the way she likes it. Haley likes her oatmeal with strawberries and just a touch of cinnamon. She was smiling and pointed at the window.

 Rhonda's mom was standing there.

 "Good morning favorite son," she said cheerfully. "After I leave no one will ever know about this visit. I came over for two reasons. The first of course was to see my adorable granddaughter." She kissed Haley and rubbed her cheek.

 "The second is so you and I could have a talk."

 I nodded and looked at her. She took over feeding Haley. "You don't mind do you?" she asked. "I have a feeling that I might not get to do this very often anymore."

 "Why not?" I asked.

 "Because I know stupidity when I see it," she said. "I also know the pain it causes and I see that pain in your eyes. Rhonda fucked up didn't she?" I just nodded.

 "That girl is as stupid as the day is long," she said. "All that crap she was giving us about the two of you just needing some time apart. I can't believe she'd be that stupid."

 "How did you know?" I asked. 

 "Honey, a woman doesn't cry over a man she's left because HE fucked up. She may get really pissed at him. She may sit around calling him every name in the book, but she won't lie in her bed crying over not getting a man back unless SHE did something wrong. But Ryan let me tell you a story that no one knows, okay."

 "Okay, but only because you're my favorite mother," I said. 

 "Ha ha," she laughed. "I'm your only mother. Anyway, this happened about twenty years ago, to a couple I know. They loved each other a lot. They had a great life and not one but two small children. But the husband got into kind of a rut. Maybe he looked around and envied some of the single guys he knew. Maybe the day in day out routine of going to work and coming home and helping to take care of his kids just got to him."

 "Well, he ended up doing a very dumb thing. He had a few meetings with a woman who was not his wife and I'm not talking about business meetings either. It took a few weeks, but his wife found out about it and threw him out on his ass. She gave him what he wanted. She filed for a divorce. She went out and started looking for work so that after the divorce she'd be able to take care of her kids."

 "Her husband decided to try to fight the divorce. After a few days away from home, he regretted what he'd done far more than he ever thought he would have. He missed his kids and he really missed his wife. That other woman was great to have on the side, as kind of the icing on top of his cake. But he discovered that his wife, his boring little stay at home mom and wife, she WAS the cake. So he went home begging and pleading for her to take him back."

 "His wife told him that she was dead set on having the divorce, but for the sake of the kids, she would give him one year to get her to call it off. He could move back into the house and start playing daddy again but he had to earn everything else. He had to sleep in the guest room. They would speak to each other civilly for the sake of their kids but anything else he had to earn. At the end of one year if he hadn't convinced her that he deserved another chance, the divorce would go through and he couldn't contest either the divorce itself or her property settlement."

 "There would be no counselors, no therapy, none of that touchy, feely, windbag, psychiatric shit, just him busting his ass to convince the woman he loved that he did love her and that even though he'd fucked up he should have one more chance."

 "And bust his ass he did. Being away from his home and family was all it took to show him what he'd taken for granted. He realized then how much he missed his kids and how nice his home was and how hard his wife worked to make it that way. When people started calling her about some of the job applications she'd put in, he also started to realize that his wife was still an attractive woman and she could have had someone else in a heartbeat."

 "It was still a tough row to hoe, though. She made him jump through all kind of hoops, but eventually they fell back in love again and even had another baby, don't ever tell anybody this but that third one, might have been a mistake, cause she's not too bright and doesn't know how good she has it." She smiled at me.

 "I guess Ryan, what I'm trying to say is that people are human. We're all going to make mistakes. We're sometimes going to hurt the people that we love most. And that sometimes, not every time, but sometimes, it's worth giving them a second chance. I'm not saying we should make it easy on them. If they want that second chance they should have to bust their ass to earn it. But sometimes it's worth it. Even if that third kid of theirs isn't too bright; every time I look at this little angel I'm glad he got that second chance."

 I was shocked. "That was you guys, wasn't it?" I asked. She just nodded and smiled.

 "Ryan, don't tell anyone," she said. "Except for me, Ted and now you, no one knows. Our kids don't even know that their daddy cheated on me. But I have to give him credit; he's never given me any reason to ever suspect him again."

 "And Ryan, it's going to take you some time to get over the hurt. Even twenty years later, I can sometimes see something that happens on TV and just get pissed at Ted all over again. It's more a case where I know that he hasn't done anything in twenty years for me to distrust him, but you never totally forget. You can forgive with all of your heart and move on, but a small kernel of that pain is always going to be with you."

 "You just have to decide which one is bigger, the love you feel for that person, or the pain they gave you. It's one of those decisions that no one can make for you."

 I smiled at her and took her hand. "You do know that no matter what happens you're her grandma, right. I would never take her away from you or put any kind of restrictions on when and how you could see her. You can visit her every day if you want and have her spend the night with you when she's older. No matter how this works out. You know that right?" I asked.

 "I do now," she said hugging me.

 Later that evening, a nice older lady stopped by my house. I'd signed up with an agency to find a live in nanny to help with the house and take care of Haley. She was a really nice lady but I think she was a bit too old. Raising a young child takes a lot of energy and I didn't think she had it. Haley also didn't take to her. I didn't want someone that Haley would have to grow into.

 Over the next few days, I had a couple of ladies stop by almost every day. I still hadn't found anyone yet. 

 Jill, who was about twenty four and very pretty, stopped by for her interview at the worst possible time; we were about halfway through her interview and I'd just introduced her to Haley when Rhonda came to the house. She took one look at Jill and started crying and launched herself at Jill.

 After pulling them apart, I had to explain to both of them what was going on.

 "Rhonda, what's wrong with you?" I asked.

 "You haven't even given me a chance to fight for you and our marriage yet and you're already dating," she whined.

 "Rhonda, Jill is interviewing for the nanny position," I said. "We're not dating and she's far too young for me."

 Maybe it was the look on Jill's face when I said that,or the tiny shake of her head, but Rhonda launched herself at her again. I had to reschedule Jill's interview so I could get Rhonda to calm down.

 "Ryan, I will do anything it takes to save our marriage," said Rhonda, as soon as Jill left. "I don't want some teeny bopper putting my daughter to bed and then going to bed with my husband."

 "Jill is twenty four," I said. "And she's the youngest person I've interviewed so far."

 "I don't care," snapped Rhonda. "For the sake of all the years we've spent together you owe me one more chance Ryan."

 "I don't owe you shit," I said angrily. I tried to calm down. "Did you get a lawyer?" I asked.

 "Ryan, please don't do this," she whined. "Can, I tell you a story?" she asked. She then went on to tell me the same story her mother had told me. Only she told it from the point of view of the man. I realized that her father had told her the story. And then like a bolt of lightning striking me, I knew what I had to do.

 "Rhonda, that story is corny as hell," I said. "How could the woman ever trust that guy again? How does she know he never cheated on her again and just didn't get caught?"

 "He'd never cheat on her again," she snapped. "He loved her. He came too God damned close to losing her forever and he knows he won't get another chance."

 "That was twenty fucking years ago," I said. "People were more honorable back then. Now a days people lie through their teeth just as easily as they tell the truth. In this day and age you'd need, well; I'd need some kind of collateral."

 "What kind of collateral would you need, Ryan?" she asked excitedly.

 "We're not talking about us, are we?" I asked. "I thought this was your people from twenty years ago."

 "Well, if it was us?" she asked. "What would it take?"

 "Well, I guess I'd want the divorce papers signed and notarized. I'd want them to include me having custody of Haley and no alimony. Basically, they'd say that we were divorced and you were flat out on your ass with nothing but your personal belongings. You'd have to move into the guest room and earn your way back into my heart and my bed like your f...I mean the guy from twenty years ago did."

 She jumped up and through her arms around me. "Ryan, we can do this we can save our marriage, you'll see," she said."

 "It's over Rhonda," I said. "Our marriage is over, but I need you anyway. Maybe we can start over and build an even better one, though."

 She leaned over to kiss me and I pushed her away. "When can I move back in?" she asked. 

 "As soon as I get and go over the papers," I said.

 Two days later, Rhonda came home. She was so happy, I thought she'd bust every time I looked at her. She tried everything she could to get herself back in my good graces.

 She cooked even better than I remembered. She was excellent with Haley. I had to keep telling her that I wasn't ready for touching or conversations yet. I stayed icy towards her. I was civil but nothing more. Every time she tried to do something extra for me, I refused to accept it. If she prepared a special meal for me or did something out of the ordinary simply because she thought I'd like it, I simply didn't eat it or accept it.

 I also took to leaving pictures of her and Jim around the house. At first every time she found one she'd cry. The she just started tearing them up.

 Speaking of Jim, he wrote me a very long, tear filled letter about why he'd betrayed his wife. Rhonda wasn't the first time he'd betrayed Starla. She wasn't even the second.

 Starla had caught him once and told him that if he ever did it again their marriage was history. I guess that was why he was willing to do anything to keep her from finding out.

 I often had Jim do the stupidest things. I'd call him up in the middle of the night and have him rush over to our house to take out the garbage if I didn't feel like doing it. It was really fun because he lived way across town.

 I guess after a few weeks Rhonda started to think that we were doing better. One night, after Holly went to sleep, Rhonda came into my bedroom after her shower.

 "I've been feeling like I'm more or less just the maid around here," she said, leaning over the bed. "Do you know that a lot of guys in your situation would be fucking their maids? I'm sure that Jill bitch would be fucking you by now, so what's the difference?"

 "The difference is that I only have sex with someone when I'm in love with them," I said. "I'm not big into sport fucking. That's your thing. And maybe I would be having sex with Jill by now but the last time I checked, you aren't her."

 "Ryan Honey, I miss you. Do you know how long it's been since you made love to me?" she asked. "I need you bad."

 "Yep," I said. "It was the night before I heard you telling Jim over the phone about how much you liked what the two of you did and what a wimp I was." She sat there on the bed with tears falling down her cheeks. She looked at me and shook her head.

 "Ryan, you have no idea how sorry I am that any of this happened," she said.

 "Yeah Rhonda, I really do," I said. "I'm the one who got kicked in the nuts by hearing what his wife really thought of him. I'm the one who found out that you took something I thought was special and shared by just the two of us and just gave it to some asshole for fun. You were the one who just shit on our marriage, not me. You see Rhonda, it's worse for me because at least you had a choice. You're the one who did this to us. Now get out of my room. Any time you don't like what's going on, you're free to just walk the fuck out of here. And to tell you the truth, I don't care either way."




The Change



She ran out of the room crying. I guess the old Ryan would have felt bad. I didn't though. I did give it some thought.

 The first thing the next morning, I went downstairs and found her in the kitchen. It looked like she'd cried herself to sleep. She looked like hell.

 "Rhonda," I said, as I walked into the kitchen. "I thought about it last night. I guess sex is something that healthy adults really shouldn't do without. So how about tonight?"

 She got the biggest smile on her face and she must've lost concentration because she dropped the plate she'd been carrying. She nodded her head and started saying, "Yes definitely, baby. You won't regret this."

 That night after Haley was asleep Rhonda came out of the shower in a sheer gown that only emphasized her braless breasts even more. The funny thing about it was, before this all happened I'd have popped my cork just seeing her like that. But as she walked around bending over here and there the only thing in my mind was that Starla would have looked much better in it.

 "Are you ready?" I asked. She almost broke her neck nodding her head.

 "Okay, let's go into the guest room," I said. 

 "Ryan, can we do it in our bed?" she asked. "It's bigger and more comfortable. I'm going to make you cum like you never have before and then I want us to cuddle up together like we always do."

 "Rhonda, you have to earn your way back to being in that bed," I snapped. "Sex won't do it and that's all this is. There's no emotion attached. This is only fucking, nothing more. Remember what you said about you and Jim. So the guest room is fine. If you feel like cuddling afterwards, we'll have to see how that goes. It may be possible though, I'm not ruling it out."

 "Then let's hit the guest room," she said. "You know maybe since we're starting again I should go off of the pill."

 "That's up to you," I said. She took my arm and I shrugged her off as we went up the stairs. 

 "Once I get your clothes off, you'll be begging for me to touch certain parts of you," she said. I just couldn't get over the smile on her face. What a whore I thought. It was all I could do not to laugh.

 When we stepped into the guest room and she saw Jim sitting there on the bed naked and looking like he wanted to cry, her face fell. "What the fuck is he doing here?" she screamed. She started trying to cover up her near nakedness.

 "Stop acting Rhonda," I said. "Jim's already seen it lots of times."

 "But we're...I don't understand," she said. "Why is he here? Is he going to watch us or something? Are you going to make me do a three way?"

 "Ryan, I've never done that. Please don't make me do that," she cried.

 "Rhonda, we're not doing a three way," I said. "And Jim isn't going to watch us. You said you wanted to have sex. So I brought Jim over here to fuck you."

 "Noo!" they both shouted.

 "Why not?" I sneered. "You couldn't fucking get enough of each other when you were sneaking around. It was good enough for you to risk two marriages and hurt both sets of kids. Now get in that bed and start fucking."

 "Ah woan do ih," said Jim, in that strange way he had of talking now. His tongue instead of helping him talk seemed to get in the way. He actually bit it and winced in pain.

 "Then not only will I restart my suit against you. I'll personally tell Starla all about you and Rhonda," I said. Jim hung his head down. I thought I saw tears in his eyes too. 

 "Bah Ahm trine nah stoph," he said.

 "Like I give a shit," I snapped. "Rhonda wants to get fucked, so fuck her or else."

 "No," said Rhonda.

 "Fine," I said. "Then you pack your shit and leave the house right now," I said. "And don't ever come back."

 "But Ryan," she whined.

 "But Ryan, my ass," I said. "You said you wanted to fuck, so take that gown off and spread your legs or get out of my house."

 With tears streaming down her face Rhonda lay back on the bed and closed her eyes.

 Jim walked slowly over to the bed like a convict walking down death row. I swear it took him a minute and a half to walk the three steps to the bed.

 Once there, he stood over Rhonda, who still had her eyes closed and was sniffling.

 "Uhm look folks," I said sarcastically. "Are we going to see some fucking soon, or what?"

 "Ah cane gi ih up," said Jim. "She dozen turn me on no moh. When I look a hur all I see is da risk of losing mah wife and mah sons."

 "Rhonda get up and suck his dick," I said.

 Her eyes snapped open like someone had hit her. "I don't do that," she said.

 "Bullshit," I said. "You used to do it to me all the time."

 "Iss troo," he said. "We gah togedder five or six times and I could never git hur ta suck me off."

 "The only penis that has ever been in my mouth is yours, Ryan," she said.

 "Until now," I said cruelly.

 "I'll get my vibrator," she said. "That'll do it."

 "Do something," I said. "I'm getting bored."

 "You're not neely az nice as evahbody think you are," he said.

 "What are you going to do Jim, cry," I asked. "Are you going start crying like a little bitch?"

 "M sorry," he said. "Cahnt chu fuhgiv us?"

 Suddenly, I realized that though Jim was a physically bigger person than I was, he was cowering in front of me as if he thought that I was going to hit him. Somehow, in my pain, I'd become the thing I hated most.

 I'd always been stronger than he was. Truly strong people don't need to go around showing off their strength by belittling other people or picking on them. Only people who doubted their own strength needed to prove it or display it at every turn.

 "Get the fuck out of my house," I snapped. Jim started pulling his pants on. He'd pulled them over his ankles when Rhonda came back into the bedroom holding a vibrator. She turned it on and he leaped up in fright, trying to run out of the room with his pants still around his ankles. He tripped going down the stairs. Luckily, he didn't bite his tongue off again that would have been too cruel. (I guess)

 Rhonda looked at me with fear in her eyes. "It's not my fault," she whined. "I didn't make him leave. I didn't want to have sex with him, Ryan, I only want you. But I was going to do it. Please don't throw me out."

 I just shook my head and went and sat down at my kitchen table where all of this shit had started.

 I sat there thinking about all of it for a long time. I must've been there for an hour when I noticed that Rhonda was standing there.

 "You're different," she said. "You aren't ever going to even try to go back to US are you?"

 "It's not that I'm so different," I said. "It's not that I don't see the dying light of what we used to be. But how can I forgive you. YOU"VE changed and I'm alone, Rhonda. YOU are the one who changed. The Rhonda I fell in love with would never have been sneaking around fucking some other guy behind my back. She would not have paid someone to watch our daughter so she could go off and fuck some other married guy. When you changed, you created the new Ryan. YOU made ME change."

 "Can we ever go back to where we were?" she asked.

 "Honestly, I can't answer that," I said. "I'm not even sure I want to." She was crying again then.

 "Rhonda, there are consequences to every action," I said.

 "But it didn't mean anything," she said. "Nothing, it was less than nothing. All I ever told him was how much I loved you."

 "Maybe if you could have told him that without letting him fuck my pussy, it might've worked out better," I said. "And if you loved me so much, why did you just sit there and laugh or even join in when he called me all of those names?"

 "Rhonda, I'll honor our deal," I said. "I'll stop trying to punish you. I'll try really hard to get over this. I'll give you the year. But you have to stop trying to put pressure on me as well. No full court press for sex. Let's just live in the same house and see if we can find each other again."

 Over the next few weeks we settled into our lives. Rhonda took care of our daughter and she tried to take care of me too, but to me she was more like the maid than anything else. I did start to have romantic feelings or at least an itching in the back of my mind, but it wasn't Rhonda I dreamed of.

 I remember talking to my father a few days later at a lodge meeting. He was telling me about the potential new members that night. Jim was one of them. Apparently his boss had put him up for membership. My father in law looked at me strangely as I looked over the list of names and found Jim's.

 "Ryan, this isn't like you," he said. "What do you have against him?" I just shrugged my shoulders. Somehow he knew. 

 "He's the bastard that almost..." he didn't even finish the sentence. "We'll take care of him." He left and went and spoke to several of the lodge brothers who served on the membership committee. 

 Needless to say that Jim didn't even come close to membership. 

 He called me the next day nearly crying on the phone.

 "Why can't you just let this go?" he whined. "Are you going to ruin my entire life because I fucked your wife? Jeezus get over it. It's her fault too. You're trying to ruin the rest of my life but she gets to come home and be with you and her baby. That really isn't fair." I noticed that Jim was speaking slowly but much more clearly by then.

 Jim's troubles continued though, because his boss wanted to find out why he'd been denied even the chance to join the lodge. Without going into the specifics of who it was, a couple of the membership committee guys filled him in on what Jim had done. 

 That was enough for Jim's boss. He told Jim that he really didn't want to mix business with pleasure and he wouldn't fire Jim for things that he'd done during non-working hours but he strongly disagreed with Jim's morals and didn't think he was the right fit for his company. He permanently transferred Jim to the midnight shift. 

 That didn't seem like a bad thing to me at first but after thinking about it I laughed my ass off. Jim was involved in local sales. He received a very small base salary that really wasn't enough for him to live on let alone support his family. Most of his income came from commissions on sales. 

 If Jim was working from 10 pm to 6 am, then all of the businesses he'd have to sell to would be closed during the time he was working so he'd have no sales. Jim quit after only 2 days. Of course, he blamed me.

 Starla came to see me after Jim quit. She wanted to talk to me because since I was his best friend, she wanted to know whether I knew why he would suddenly quit his job.

 I reminded her that I didn't work with Jim, but that I'd heard he'd had some kind of disagreement with his boss.

 Looking at Starla made me feel like shit. She was trying to find out what was going on with her husband and I was staring at her like a love struck schoolboy. 

 Here she was being a faithful wife and I was being anything but a faithful husband. I took her to lunch so we could talk about Jim. I found her too easy to talk to. Somehow, I ended up telling her about how Rhonda had cheated on me recently and I was trying to get over it. She gently stroked my hand and told me about when she caught Jim and how she wasn't fully over it even now. She'd only stayed with him so her kids would have a dad in their lives. 

 Of course, being a great wife, she'd jumped in with both feet to help him through his recovery from the tongue thing, but if she ever caught him again, he was history. She also confided in me that she and Jim hadn't been intimate since she caught him and she really missed sex. Part of the problem was that Jim wasn't satisfied with the way she was. She told me that she was kind of old fashioned. She looked at sex as making love and she needed to be emotionally attached to her partner and she'd been having trouble finding that attachment with Jim since he cheated on her.

 As I looked at her, it was all I could do not to tell her then. I was so close to pulling out my iPhone and showing her the pictures.

 Looking into Starla's eyes was an incredible experience. And she was so even tempered, like I used to be before Jim and Rhonda turned me into an asshole.

 She was shorter than Rhonda by a few inches but her breasts were at least a few inches larger and her ass defied description. Watching her walk, nearly brought tears to my eyes. I thought again about what a fool Jim had to be. She was the sweetest, sexiest woman I'd ever met.

 Going back to my cheating ex that night after work was an experience in futility. I had to admit that Rhonda was trying really hard to put things back to where they were but it was like trying to put a genie back in a bottle. She'd hurt me too badly. I'd listened to the voice recording of them laughing and chuckling at my expense several times.

 To her benefit, she had told him several times that she really did love me. She had also never told him that there was anything wrong with having sex with me. It was just that she sometimes wanted it a bit rougher and she got that from him. 

 I guess as I thought about it, I probably, in time, could have gotten over the sexual aspects of her affair. What I couldn't come to terms with was the lack of respect and the fact that I just didn't think I'd ever be able to trust her again.

 There was also the fact that, realistically, I just wasn't in love with Rhonda anymore.

 A few nights later, I left work and found Jim standing near my Mustang. "I saw you, you bastard," he cried. "I know you were telling Starla about me and Rhonda. Just because you were too much of a wimp to keep your own wife you want to try and fuck up my marriage. I oughta..."

 "You oughta get the fuck out of here before I really hurt you this time," I snapped. He shrank back.

 "Jim, I'm not going to hit you or do anything to you," I said. "I'm done with all of this. I was speaking to your wife the other day because she wanted to know if I knew anything about why you quit your fucking job. Now beat it."

 He started walking away then he turned back. He reached into his jacket and pulled out some papers. 

 "You're lying," he screamed. "Two days after I saw you talking to Starla she throws me out of the house and files for a divorce. If you didn't tell her, who did? You've been trying to ruin me ever since you caught me and Rhonda. Rhonda was just as guilty as I was, don't you see that?"

 What I did see that he didn't was Starla standing behind him. 

 "You need to get over yourself," he screamed. "If you weren't such a pussy, your wife wouldn't have started fucking me. We don't love each other. We never did. We just both liked rough sex. If Starla didn't have such a stick up HER ass I wouldn't have had to find someone else to give me what I need either. The two of you deserve each other." He ripped the papers up and threw the pieces at me.

 "Fuck you," he screamed. "Oh sit." I guess he meant to say "Oh Shit." He'd bitten his tongue again. He put his hands over his mouth and just ran away.

 "So Jim cheated on me again, anyway?" asked Starla quietly.

 I just nodded.

 "He was the one who was screwing your wife wasn't he?" she asked.

 I nodded my head again.

 "Ryan, why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I could tell the first day that we met that you were in a lot of pain. You wanted to tell me didn't you?" I nodded.

 "Starla, your husband ruined my life," I said. "I was very happy. I loved Rhonda and our daughter like nothing you can imagine. I was tempted to show you the videos but what would it have accomplished to hear the two of them running you and me down?" 

 "You are a beautiful and wonderful person. It seemed like you had a chance to be happy. I didn't want to ruin your happiness because I was miserable."

 "Ryan, I had a chance to be happy," she smiled. "But I didn't have a chance to be stupid. I've kept a private eye on Jim ever since the first time I caught him. I was going to serve the divorce papers on him before he bit his tongue off. I didn't know about your wife, I'm divorcing him for the woman between his first affair and your wife. I waited for him to get his ability to talk back so it wasn't like I was kicking him while he was down."

 "Oh," I said. God damn it, I thought. "This woman is incredible."

 "Ryan, a lot of this he's right about though," she said. "A big part of our problems is the fact that I'm just not very adventurous when it comes to sex. If you turn me on I can go all night. Jim loved that but he wanted to be able to just slam his dick into me and it hurt sometimes. And I'm sorry but no matter how much I loved him, he wasn't sticking that thing in my butt. And I wasn't going to do his friends or let them watch. So he and I are better off without each other. After our divorce, I'll probably move back to my hometown. I hope that you and Rhonda can put things back together."

 Watching her walk away was, again, a religious experience. Just seeing her backside move under that tight dress had me harder than I'd been since I first caught Jim and Rhonda.

 When I got home, I almost thought about fucking Rhonda...almost.

 The next morning Rhonda sat down at the kitchen table with me.

 "Ryan, I love you," she said.

 "It's not enough," I told her. She looked at me with tears in the corners of her eyes.

 "I know," she said. "You gave it a really good try, but I just fucked things up too badly. We're good though, right?"

 "Yep," I said. "Over the past few weeks I guess I've forgiven you, but things aren't ever going to be the way they were."

 "I know," she said. "I also know that Haley will be fine here with you. I will be allowed to come and visit her, right?"

 "I'd be pissed if you didn't," I said.

 "I got a job," she said. "But it's in Ohio."

 "Doing what?" I asked.

 "The same thing I've been doing here," she smirked. "There's this rich business woman. She's a widow with a small child who needs a nanny..."

 "You'll be great at it," I said. "Are..." I stopped.

 "Ryan, there aren't any men involved," she smiled. "I'm so glad you asked that or started to. It lets me know that you still care enough to get a little jealous. But you don't need to be. I'm still hoping someday when I grow up that...well...you know."

 What else could we say? She'd already signed the papers. We were already divorced. As she left the next day, she told me one more thing. "Ryan, I was stupid. I didn't realize the value of what I had. Men who just want to fuck you are a dime a dozen. Finding one who truly loves you and would do anything for you is a rare thing. It's even rarer to find a true GENTLE man; someone who doesn't have to push people around or make fun of others. Don't let my stupidity cause you to change. Go back to being the same sweet guy that I fell in love with. You'll be happier. And if you ever get lonely, all you have to do is pick up the phone."

 Suffice it to say that eventually we did have that phone conversation and I'm glad we did.

 I was tiredly walking up the stairs about a year later, after putting Haley to bed and watching her fall asleep. I heard a giggling sound and saw a familiar sheer white gown that was barely containing a pair of truly mouthwatering titties. I saw a finger beckoning me towards our bedroom and I followed it.

 In the darkness of our room I tried to get the gown off of her gently but it was just too tight around her ass and I wanted her badly. I ripped the gown, causing her to erupt in another fit of giggles that immediately stopped when I captured one of her large, up thrust nipples with my tongue. At the same time, my two hands squeezed those large mounds of pleasure as she searched my pants for the object of her desire. 

 She spread those curvaceous legs and drew me into her depths. She started moaning loudly enough that I thought we'd wake the kids. I was at that moment so glad that that the concept of forgiveness existed. I was happier at that moment than I'd ever been in life. 




The Change



For the past six months I'd been enjoying the best sex of my life and I was sure that she was all mine. "Ryan Honey, what are we going to do when the baby comes?" she asked. "With the boys in what WAS the guest room and Haley in her room, we either need to expand the house or someone is going to have to give up their home office for a while."

 I really didn't care. My wife was pregnant, our marriage was strong and I was madly in love with her. Despite all of the bullshit we went through with the Rhonda and Jim affair, I knew that good had come out of it. I was happier and back to being my same old, too nice self. My wife loved me as a nice guy. I didn't need to push anybody around or prove anything.

 Our sex life is better than any couple's we know. That whole liking it rough thing is gone. It left with Jim. We are now both died in the wool romantics. We just love being together but we've discovered other ways of adding spice. We check into hotels or do it in my office sometimes but that's all we need.

 The phone rang and my wife picked it up. "Thanks," she said. "We're not doing anything unusual," she added. "Yep, we're in bed. He forces me to do it every night. You know how tough he can be."

 Then she handed me the phone. "Ryan Honey, it's Rhonda. Don't talk too long, baby. I want you to do that to me again." Even while I was talking to Rhonda on the phone, my wife STARLA started nibbling on the end of my dick. I got off the phone in record time.

 Rhonda and I truly are friends now and Starla is okay with it. She knows I love her far too much to ever cheat on her. She and I are simply not that breed. She also knows that Rhonda will never be more than a friend to me. The hurt of what she did cut me too deeply to ever allow us to be together again. But the three of us get along for Haley's sake.

 Things didn't simply fall into place for Starla and me either at first. It took a while and we had a few hurdles to jump over on the path to true love. Jim never divorced her. That evening when he ran out of the parking lot after his tantrum, he disappeared and only came back a few weeks ago. When he found out that I'd married Starla he left again and we haven't seen him since.

 Starla just laughed when we saw him. As he sputtered and hissed, he still doesn't speak quite correctly yet, she cut him off. "You did say that we deserved each other, didn't you?"

 The hardest part of things was dating Starla. We'd both felt an attraction to each other from the first moment we met so it was natural that we'd be drawn together. We also needed each other. I needed someone to watch and care for my daughter. Starla needed a husband and a father for her sons. 

 We both wanted to wait until we got married before we had sex, especially since it had been sex that had ended our previous marriages. It was even harder since very soon after Rhonda left, Starla moved into my house. We both knew that we belonged together and wanted to be together, but that first move was for practicality's sake. Without Jim's income, Starla couldn't afford their house. So we sold it and put the money into the college fund for all three kids. 

 As I said before, dating Starla was torture. She is simply too sexy not to...Well you know what I mean. It was awful. We'd go out on a date then come home together and change into something more comfortable. Starla would innocently or maybe not so innocently, start rubbing herself up against me as we'd watch TV. 

 We were comfortable with each other from the beginning and we wanted each other too. Starla does not have the kind of body that allows her to walk around the house in revealing outfits. She is simply too tempting. She almost got raped several times. I did find out later that she'd planned it. By the time her court ordered divorce from Jim was finally granted, I was ready to pop and so was she. We never made it home. There's still a stain on the leather of my Mustang's back seat that we laugh about whenever we see it.

 Our sex life may not be wild or kinky, but it's intense, it's passionate and it's full. There are very few days that we don't engage. It's also filled with love and genuine longing for each other. Besides being the sexiest thing God ever made, Starla is my best friend. We are very happy. I adopted her sons, she adopted Haley and we're all one big happy family with three sets of grandparents. You should see us at Christmas time it's awesome.

 It looks like the nice guy actually finished first for once.

 The end.



The Change



PROLOGUE

The creature sat, crossed-legged on the ground. It had been a long time since it first came to this realm. A very long time. It had enjoyed killing many humans throughout the centuries and planned to continue savoring the taking of life for a long time. They were so easy to break down and destroy. Finding someone that thought they were a pure, good soul and then watching that same pathetic human kill and eat a fellow captive... The creature shivered in pure pleasure. It took months to wear down the strongest of them and the creature enjoyed every second of it.

Time was meaningless to it. It couldn't die; not naturally. It could be killed, however, and was forced to move from one land to the next when its pursuers were too close.

There were others like it and if they banded together, they could conquer again but so many things were different. They hid themselves out of fear: fear of each other and fear of what might happen if they gathered en masse.

So, he hunted alone. Quietly. He'd been in this new place for nearly a year, building up his base of power. The longer he corrupted the land, the stronger he became. He killed periodically but mostly captured and tortured.

He had a few lesser beings with him -- demons he found over time. He bound them to him with blood and rituals. Dark magic. He was strong and growing stronger.

Someone was hunting him - a foe from another time. He was not afraid. A single enemy meant nothing. The ones that were powerful enough to take him alone were long gone.

The fire pit in front of him spit and crackled. Part of the last human's leg had fallen into the fire. He'd give the rest of them the remains and they would eat it or live off of what they could in their pen underground. Some were starting not to care any longer.

The creature lay back against the tree, savoring its dead coolness. His eyes closed as he thinks back to the many battlefields and spoils of war he'd enjoyed over the years. Centuries ago he was on the frontlines of the assault, boiling the blood of his enemies where they stood against him. Times were different now. The original host was scattered with no way back and no way to call for reinforcements. Only one method existed to reopen a portal but the cost was too high.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open. The fire had gone out, snuffed out by no natural breeze. The black lines on his face are pulled into horrendous figures and shapes as he frowned in concentration.

The creature reached into the pit to pull out the leg. His black, jagged fingernails scrapped off the bits of flesh and fat remaining. The bone breaks easily across his thigh and he casts the pieces on the ground next to him.

It takes a moment to read the bones. What he sees there makes his own flesh crawl. The bones can't say clearly what is happening but they never lie. Something in the way they were arranged tickles a memory at the back of his head but he can't remember why. Whatever it is, it terrifies him.

Something else was coming for him. After a moment, the creature whistled shrilly through decayed teeth and a high pitched cry answered him. He would find the source of this and deal with it before it found him.

 CHAPTER 1

I work in a small office as the IT guy - mainly programming and grunt work when it comes up. It's a pretty good place and I enjoy the work. I've been a computer nerd since I was a kid and I taught myself everything computer related: fixing computers, programming, some networking... everything. I never seemed to bother with college and I only have vague ideas about trying it out some time. I just find that I can teach myself better with real world issues.

I liked to read a lot and played tons of games (yes, I was a D&D nerd) when I was growing up so I was pretty chunky. The ugly glasses and bad fashion sense didn't help my image but I blame growing up in the 80s and not having parents that really cared one way or the other. I mean, seriously. Parents shouldn't let their kids out of the house in a tent for a t-shirt and glasses larger than their face.

Now, though, I keep in shape by running occasionally and eating somewhat healthy... ish. I got tired of being fat when I was out of high school and decided to do something about it. Along the way I learned I enjoyed it. I really like the feeling of running flat out until I'm exhausted. It's like I'm testing my limits and finding out how far I can go... and then if I can go further the next day. I could still stand to lose a little extra weight but I'm doing well.

Once most of the fat went away I learned that I inherited my parent's good looks. I'm no show stopper but I do well and I'm told I have a boyish face. I'm thinking of growing a beard but I had a traumatic experience with "face pubes" when I was younger so I'm a little reluctant. What if it looks like I rolled around in pubic hair with my face slathered in glue?

I'm keeping in shape and I enjoy my job. I think I'm pretty smart as far as that goes. I know enough to get by but mostly I understand there is so much I don't know. I also have a healthy sense of curiosity. Most of the times I will actually look around me when walking -- up at tall buildings, on the ground around me, at other people walking, everywhere. You'd be surprised at what's around you. Case in point - walking up a steep sidewalk I noticed a half-naked creepy old guy standing at his window (slightly below street level because of the incline) staring at people walking by.

So, I'm happy except for one thing - relationships. I'm shy. No getting around that - remember me growing up a nerd? I don't faint when a woman looks at me but I also can't build up the courage to start a conversation. When I was younger, I once spent 20 minutes at a bar, goading myself into asking a pretty girl if I could buy her a drink. That didn't work out so well. I've gone out on some dates and have had some experience with women but I never seemed to find what I was looking for - or she didn't and the relationship never started.

Speaking of working up the courage to ask someone out - I have a crush on my coworker. She's maybe 5'7" (to my just-under-six) with a lean body, shoulder length brown hair. She's no super model but, really, who cares? You'd take a second glance if you were a guy and she walked past you but you'd mostly think, "Huh, she's cute." Not drop-dead gorgeous but she is self-confident and has this little half-smirk on her face most of the time, like she just thought of a hilarious dirty joke and she's about to tell everyone. We both have a sarcastic sense of humor and neither of us has a problem making fun of the other.

While I like my job I have to say she definitely makes it that much more enjoyable. I've thought about asking her out but she's my coworker and I have no idea how she feels about me personally. Also, I'm a guy so I'm stereotypically blind to "signs" and I temper what I think are hints with the knowledge that I'm probably being overly optimistic about her. I probably have PTSD from the girl at the bar.

Fast forward to now - a Thursday in February and I've been looking forward to Friday all week. It seems like all of our printers decided to take a dump at the same time and I already hate printers.

I got in some time after 7:30 and my coworker, Sarah, isn't in yet but it's no big deal since our company is pretty easy going. I start the day tackling some of the more minor projects while I wait for her to show up.

Sarah arrives a little after 8 and grunts in reply to my "good morning." It's not freezing but she's wearing a pretty heavy coat. I check her out through pure reflex and today she's wearing thin slipper-like shoes with gray and black stripped pants. She has a cute little rounded butt. Not big, really but its not flat like a board and I appreciate that. Her jacket spoils the view a bit since it's so big. She seems withdrawn and doesn't want to talk so I go back to cursing at printers.

Our area is small (2 cubicles) and stuck in a corner so there's some privacy. Usually we make fun of users and trade jokes back and forth but today she's acting strange. She's shifting around in her chair a lot, not concentrating and occasionally glancing my way. My ego would like to think she's fallen madly in love with me but, more likely, she's sick and is working up to tell the boss that she's leaving for the day. However, she doesn't leave and she keeps quiet all day. The one time I ask if she's okay she just shrugs her shoulders and tells me she's fine. She sounds like she's coming down with a cold but I leave her alone.

The day drags on to 3 o'clock and it's mostly a standard day - a little bit of computer maintenance and some programming here and there. I do all of the computer work today since she's not feeling good. She doesn't ask me to do it but I don't mind; there were plenty of times she's worked on my projects so I could get a break. From what I can see by glancing, I think she's just moving her mouse around every so often and looking up websites. I see the Mayo Clinic website once or twice so I was right about her not feeling good. Whatever it is, it must be something other than a cold if she has to look it up.

From 3 to 4 o'clock my routine falls into doing a little bit of work and then looking at the time in the bottom-right corner of the monitor. Every 5 minutes. I swear to god.

People slowly file out and I can hear our warehouse guys turning off the heavy machinery. We do large scale printing and we're shutting down the warehouse for three days. Our company sent out two huge orders so we're flush until next week. I hear they had the warehouse working overtime on the projects and they're letting them have a three day weekend to make up for some of the extra hours.

The time gods (Cronos? Chronos? Or was that someone else?) hear my prayer and 4 o'clock finally hits. Just as I'm about to get ready to go, Sarah finally talks to me.

"Hey." She says (startlingly me - she's been so quiet all day). "I need you to help me out with something."

"Sure. What'd you need?" At this point I'm mostly glad she's even talking to me. I was half worried she was pissed at me for something. I stand up, assuming she needs me to look at something on her desk or computer.

She hesitates. She's still sitting and I do my best not to look down her shirt but I can see the tops of her breasts. She doesn't have a big rack but they look like a nice handful. The shirt she's wearing is a brown top with a somewhat low neckline. Her skin is smooth and white with a sprinkling of freckles. She's got a nice neck - a tad thin and a little long. I appreciate the sweep from her shoulders up to her chin. It's graceful. Now that I see her, she does seem slightly paler. Almost flushed.  

She stands up, too. Her tongue darts to the corner of her mouth and she looks over my shoulder for a moment before looking back to me. "I'm trusting you here." she says. "Come with me for a second." I wrinkle my eyebrows. That's not like her at all. She grabs her jacket and puts it on before turning to walk. She's awkward with the coat and it almost seems like her body isn't moving the way she wants.

I follow her. "Lead the way." I answer lamely. Is it something with her car? I hope not. I can ... I can probably change the oil in a car and probably get the tires off but that's about it.

Rather than going outside, she heads out to the warehouse through a little path towards the back and makes for the stairs leading up to the second floor. We keep some old files and other junk stored up there. So, yeah. Odd. She doesn't talk as she's walking. Me? I'm staring at her ass. Actually staring. I'm not glancing out of the corner of my eyes here; my eyes are locked onto her ass. I don't usually do that but I can't help it. Those pants are even tighter than I thought.

My dick notices. I have a raging hard-on. The boner is not fueled by some fantasy of her taking me to some secluded spot and ripping my clothes off because my brain hasn't even made it past staring at her ass. Her pant legs make suush-suush-suush noises as she walks. I never understood how women (and some men, I suppose) could wear such tight clothes all the time. I'm not complaining in this case, mind you. Although, I thought the pants fit her slightly loosely earlier?

As she starts up the stairs I find myself having a hard time keeping a decent thought in my head. Did she always have such a fine ass? Have I never noticed? Her jacket is slightly too large and covers the top half of her ass cheeks but ... they're so round and firm looking.

God. Now I'm imagining pushing her against the top rail of the staircase and taking her from behind - slamming my dick hard between those lovely cheeks. I'm almost drooling from the thought of it. My pulse is racing and I have to keep swallowing and wetting my lips. I think my hands are shaking, too.

We reach the top of the stairs so I try to stop staring at her so hard. It's actually physically difficult to pick my head up and stare at the back of her head. I have to force myself to keep my hand from my crotch. All I want to do is rub myself. Or grab her and do... something with her. My mind can't seem to decide.

The top of the stairs look out to the whole warehouse. I'm glad everyone's gone because I'm somehow sure they'd be able to hear my thoughts from a mile away or they'd wonder why I have a baseball bat down my pants leg. I tell myself to get my shit together and keep my eyes above her shoulders.

Ah, but then I see the back of her neck and that sets off a whole new chain of thought. The area that sweeps up from the shoulder to the side of her neck is taunting me. My brain tries to dig out old school knowledge and all it can come up with is tendon- something-something. I can picture myself kissing her there and nibbling a little. I'm drooling again. I want to fuck her so bad and I'm not even one of those guys. You know - arrogant guys that think all the women want them. I watch porn. I like porn. I like women. I just don't stare at every single woman out there and immediately think of banging them. Damn. My balls are throbbing and aching.

I push myself through the fog and try to not think of any part of her body. She leads me to the middle of the room near one of the main shelves and then turns around. It's hot up here but she keeps her jacket on. It looks like she's about to break out in a sweat and she still sneaks glances over my shoulder. I half-turn to see what's going on when she talks again.

"Swear to me, " she starts. "Swear to me that this stays here. We've worked together and I trust you. You don't make fun of me for this and you don't tell anyone else about it. I need some help and you're it." I'm taken aback by her seriousness. So much so that I forget about all the different positions I'd like to have her in right now.

"Yeah, of course. I swear." I assure her. It's true. I'm not an asshole. I'm sarcastic and I give people a hard time but I know my limits and I usually know how much people can take and when not to push it. "What's going on?" I was really, really starting to hope this would turn into some kinky secret-sex-at-work thing but apparently not. Damn. I'll have to masturbate so many times tonight to work this ache out of me.

She's nervous. She stares at the floor, at the ceiling and then back to me. Obviously she's working up her nerves and having a hard time telling me whatever she needs to tell me. My brain starts in with thinking of pushing her back against the wall before I shut it down and think about a white square on a black background. It sounds stupid but it keeps me thinking about something safe. I'm starting to worry about myself and I think a trip to the strip club is on the menu for tonight.

She stares straight at me this time and then takes off her jacket. I can see little beads of sweat below her hairline. She wets her lips. My eyes follow her tongue in slow motion and I automatically imagine her going down on me. Fuck. White square. Black background. White square... It's been a long time since I got laid but this is ridiculous. Now I'm getting hot and I'm not wearing a damn jacket. I can feel my cheeks burning as if I'm blushing like a... like a... like a what?

"I need you to look at something. You stay where you are and you look at it and tell me what it is. You don't touch me. You don't get near me. You don't laugh at me or make fun of me. Deal?" Whatever it is, she must be upset because her voice goes husky at the end. Is she going to cry? If so, why am I getting more turned on? Is it her voice or the thought of her crying?

"I said I'd be good and I don't even know what's going on. What..." I falter. I seriously do want to just grab her, rip her shirt off and suck on her nipples. I mean, they're right there. Is she even wearing a bra? Is it my imagination making me think I'm seeing her rock hard nipples pressing against her shirt? I swallow and try again. "What is going on?"

Great. Now I'm staring at her chest. White square, black background. White circle... circle? I see the swell of her breasts pressing against her shirt and her nipples look like they're trying to break their way through. They're somewhat flattened against whatever the fabric is of her shirt and, yeah, she is wearing a bra. I think she picked the wrong ones because they're too small for her. Her breasts are making the outline of the bra that much more visible. Damn. Fuck a "decent handful." Her tits are firm and large. C-cup? I'm bad about bra sizes. I swear to god her cleavage is deeper than it was earlier.

She doesn't notice me staring or doesn't care. She just looks at me, wets her lips again and turns around.

Then, I see it. She doesn't need to do it but she pulls her pants down ever so slightly (maybe just a couple inches) and pulls her shirt up an inch or two. She leans against the shelf next to her with both hands and has her head down.

"What is it?" She asks. "I've been feeling fucked up all day and I felt something back there earlier. What the fuck is it?!" Her voice is still husky but I don't even notice. I'm staring at it.

"It's... Jesus Christ." I take a step forward. There is a nub just above her ass crack. I take that back. It's more than a nub. It's about 3 inches long and has hair on it. Thick brown hair.

I watch as it wriggles slightly back and forth. "Jesus Christ... I think it's a tail!"

She shudders. Or shakes. I don't know. I'm transfixed. It's not just the tail. She's got a dark patch of hair running from the small of her back up into her shirt. And that thing *is* moving. Slightly. Side to side. Wait... is it a little longer? I can almost see her crotch and I'm praying that her pants fall down. I somehow figured she'd be the kind of person to show her bones more - you know how some skinny people's hip bones show a little bit? She's not one of those people. She's padded. Strong looking. How in the world did she fit in those pants?

Wait, what's wrong with me? She's got a fucking tail growing out of the base of her spine! I hear myself yelling that in my own mind but my eyes keep following the curve of her back and the way her hip is shaped. Now I notice that the hair on the small of her back seems darker already and more spread out.

Sarah turns her head and looks at me from the side. "A what? Are you... are you f... fucking kidding me?"

I can't help myself anymore. My hard-on has not gone away, her ass is right there and I can't think straight. This smell... What is it? It's musky and it makes me grind my teeth together. I take the two steps left between us and grab the base of her nub... tail... whatever with my right hand and... and I pull her against me.

"HEY!" she yells. "Don't...!" She starts to turn toward me, hands still on the shelf.




The Change



I pull her hard against me and her ass slams into my crotch. My left hand grabs her left shoulder to keep her in place. I push her down with it but I can feel her strength and she only moves because she wants to move. She moans and shudders a little more. I lean into that beautiful neck and allow her to stand upright a little. "Don't... what?" I say through clenched teeth. I want to bite something. Her. Her neck. My heart is racing and I feel... not angry... agitated. On edge.

This isn't me but I don't care. It just feels right, right now. Sarah squirms but not to get away. Her pants have fallen down a little further and now it's just her panties between me and her cunt. She's wearing black panties but the bottoms of them are stained a darker color.

The bulge in my pants settles in-between her ass cheeks and her breath catches a little. She rubs herself on me and I hear her panties rasping against her skin. I somehow notice that the tail ... her tail... I'm holding is longer and thicker now. The hair growing out of it is long and bushy. I can feel the muscles of her shoulder and neck moving under my left hand. It feels like she's broken out in a cold sweat. I feel tiny pinpricks on my hand and her shoulder turns a slight shade of brown, like her hair.

My mouth is right by the corner of her neck. That sweet, sweet spot. I lean in further and bite ever so gently. She moans louder and rubs against me harder. Her panties catch on my pants and they pull down a little. Her hair seems thicker. I bury my face in it and find her ear to nibble on. The tips of the ears are pointed but I don't notice.

"You want me to stop?" I breathe in her ear. I know the answer. I just know it.

"Noooo..." she moans as she rubs her ass up and down against my dick.

That's all I need. I grab the bottom of her tight fitting shirt and pull up. She puts her arms up to help. The shirt is tight and I have to pull hard. That thick line of hair runs all the way from her ass up to her shoulders now and I watch for a moment as it creeps up even more. I break her bra strap getting it off. My fingernails leave light red tracks down her back briefly before they fade away. Her breasts bounce as they're released. They're bigger now and I see the lines from where the edge of the bra was cutting into them.

She grips the shelves near her. They creak and vibrate under her grip. I grab her right tit with my right hand and she's larger than I thought. My fingertips brush coarse hair as I reach for it. I tweak the nipple and she cries out wordlessly. My left hand dips down to the bottom of her stomach and she brings her hand down on mine to push me down and into her. She wants me in there. The hair around her crotch is so thick. I almost pull pubic hairs when I reach my fingers in.

Her pants fall down to her ankles. I feel thick hair through my fingers. She's hairy. Really fucking hairy and already really fucking wet. It's not sweat but her pussy juice wetting down the hair around her crotch. I find her clit and start rubbing. Her juice has made her slippery and my hand glides smoothly around in circles even through all of that hair. I move the tips of my fingers down to her pussy lips and the base of my hand rests her clit. I push against her and rub my hand up and down.

The shelf creaks some more as she moans and her fingers dig into the wood like it was cold butter. Her nails have lengthened and blackened and the trail of hair on her back has reached the top of her neck. I don't even care. Her tail is ... wriggling... against my stomach. I don't know why none of this bothers me. It just doesn't seem important. The fingers on my left hand dive into her wet cunt and she screams out, "Christ!" It's guttural but I can still understand her. Her teeth are different. Sharper? Longer? Her lips look darker. She was wearing light red lipstick earlier but now they look more like the color of blood.

I'm working my fingers in and out of her and she can't stand still. She's so wet. "F..." she tries again. "Fuck me! I want your cock in me! Fuuuuuck!" Her voice is thick like her tongue is swollen. She can't decide between pushing her ass against my crotch or shoving my hand deeper into her. I don't care. Right now I call the shots. I'm not the aggressive type but right now I'm doing what I damn well please.

I kneel down and pull her panties down to her ankles. Her legs are corded with muscle and turning brown as thick hair grows out of her. She keeps trying to stand on her toes. I can't get her pants off with her shoes on so I yank them off and throw everything behind me. Her pussy juice is slowly making its way down her legs. I lick one of the trails from her thigh up to her ass. Normally I'd be slightly disgusted at the thought of getting hair in my mouth and between my teeth but I want her so bad and she tastes incredible. I feel the muscles in her leg as I dig my fingers into them. They're rock solid and, like her shoulder muscles, I can feel them shifting around.

Her pussy is right there in front of me but I can barely see her pussy lips through the hair. Hair? It's too thick for that. Her ass (which is definitely larger than it should be) has a fine growth of brown hair and the inside of her thighs are black from thick hair already wet from her juice. I grab her ass with both hands and dig my face in-between her cheeks. She's hot and wet and hairy and I love it. I can barely control what I'm doing - licking and sucking and biting and she's screaming for more.

She tastes salty and she's slick with her own juice. My tongue slides around her pussy lips and dips into her. I can feel the muscles in her vagina tense and relax over and over. My nose, mouth and part of my chin are wet from her. I bite her pussy lips and she pushes hard into me - almost knocking me down. She's strong but my fingers are curled around the front of her hips and I hold on.

My cock is bursting out of my pants. I feel the top pressing hard against my belly button as I'm crouched down. It wants release but I'm not ready yet. It doesn't occur to me that my dick is longer it should be.

The hair on her ass is getting thicker. I can feel it growing through my fingers. I hear popping noises and look up to see the skin on her back is moving. Rows of muscle around her spine and shoulders are growing. The hair has spread across her entire back now.

Her legs are longer and her toenails are growing. She pushes herself up onto her toes and I have to adjust myself to her new height. The pinky toes on each foot are moving back and to the side -- her feet are rearranging themselves.

She's not moaning anymore - she's growling low in her throat. I spread her ass cheeks and push my tongue into her pussy. I can't tell if my tongue is longer or the position is different but my tongue is deeper in her now. My teeth ache and the need to bite something grows. My hands are hot and itching as I'm squeezing her ass. The hair on her body is thick but luxurious. I pull some of it between my knuckles as I knead her ass.

Finally, I can't take it anymore and I pull my face out. She's got her own face turned to look at me and it's different. Longer. Her teeth are sharper and she's breathing in ragged deep breaths. I can see the muscles on her arms bulging - muscles she never had before. They're corded but not too bulky. I stop fooling myself about the hair on her body. It's fur covering her now. She does this whine and growl at the same time and I can barely hear the words "more", "please" and "now."

I look down at a sudden pain in my own hands. They've changed. Like her. The hair on my arms is getting thicker as my own fur sprouts out. My hands are lengthening slightly while the nails turn black. It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm not in shock but something is coursing through my body and it feels good. I feel confident. Powerful. I'm still me at the core but I feel like I'm at the top of the world. My shirt is tight and moving against my body. I try to pull it off but end up simply ripping it in half without even trying. I'm covered in dark brown fur the same color as my hair. My own muscles are hardening and growing. I can feel movement at the base of my spine and I know what's happening.

My pants rip off easier than my shirt and my body adjusts. Calf muscles bulge and my fur is nearly exploding from my body.

My cock draws my attention. I used to be about seven inches and decently thick when I'm hard. This is twelve or over and fat. Wait, what they hell? It's attached to my body by a line of skin? My dick seems slightly more red but otherwise basically the same. Pre-cum dots the tip of my dick and it bobs in time to my heartbeat. I watch brown fur creep up the thick skin covering my cock and a part of me thinks, 'sheath.'

Sarah whines again to get my attention. She's beautiful. Her tail is an arch of fur and it curves halfway to her shoulders. I think she's holding it in that position on purpose. She's tall now and I'd guess at least seven feet. Her body is thick and strong but slightly padded in some parts - her ass looks soft enough to jiggle a little but her arms look sculpted - at least what I can tell through the thick coat of fur. The tips of her ears show through her hair and she's standing up on the front of her feet. I can see thick black padding on the bottom of her feet and the joints of her toes are long enough for her to stand comfortably on now.

I can only assume I look about the same but I'm distracted and not focusing on myself.

She bends over and puts her hands on the ground with her legs wide. She's spreading herself for me. She turns her head and looks directly at me. Her face is now a muzzle with a black nose and black lips. Her eyes are pleading with me.

A growl bubbles up from deep inside me. I grab her neck and push her head down to the ground. She automatically raises her beautiful furry ass higher in offering. The hair around her crotch is nearly black from her own juice. My left hand holds her down at the neck and I step around to stand behind her. I let her go and bend over, supporting myself with my left hand on the ground.

My right hand guides my dick into her. It glides in and I growl with teeth bared. I can see my nose pushing out and turning black. It burns a little but is nothing to me. Sarah is all. I push all the way into her and she yells something that could be "YES!" but it comes out as some excited barking sound. She pushes back into me and I hit her cervix. Her claws dig into the floor and they cut furrows from the wood.

I drop my right hand to the floor and mount her properly. She's mine. My legs and feet are longer and the position feels good; natural. My own muzzle is complete. I bite hard into her neck. She almost purrs in satisfaction. I think she's moaning and growling at the same time and that's how it comes out.

There's no gentleness or slowness to what I do next. There's no asking if it's okay or if it hurts. I fuck her. Her head is down on the ground submissively and she pushes into me every time I thrust. I slam into her and the floor groans. Our claws are carving grooves into the wood. I go fast. The animal in me demands it. Later there will be time to explore. For now our blood is up and we just rut.

Her pussy makes wet slapping noises every time I slam into her. My sheath rubs against her wet pussy lips in interesting ways. I feel her pussy tight around me. My claws have cut hand and foot holds into the floor for me and I'm able to push harder. I feel the wood splintering but the bottom of my feet are thick with padding now and I feel no pain.

I lick her ear and the side of her neck as I'm fucking her. Sometimes I bite her and sometimes it's hard enough to draw blood. When I do, it's hot and salty and makes us both push harder and growl. She tries to pick her head up to look at me and I growl at her. I'm able to hold myself completely up with just my left hand so I push her head down with my right. I try to say "stay down" but it comes out as a deep growl. She actually gets more wet and pushes herself harder into me.

I stand and, in the same motion, put my hands around her waist to pick her up. She's surprisingly heavy but I'm so strong. I'm still inside her. I shove her against the wall and it shakes. Her sweat soaked furry breasts flatten against the wall and I start pounding up and into her again. My dick rubs against the slightly ribbed, small g-spot near the front of her pelvis in this position. She's panting and whining and moves herself slightly for me to be in a better position.

Sarah reaches around to the back of my head with her right hand and grabs onto me. We're both grunting with the effort and I'm near to orgasm. I shake her hand off of me and grab the hair (fur?) on her head with my right hand and yank her back from the wall a little. She puts her hands on the concrete wall in front of her to brace herself. My left hand reaches across her furry chest to grab her right tit as my rhythm speeds up.

We're both so close. She's whining and gasping and grunting and I'm trying to hold back as long as I can but I'm too close.

Suddenly, she orgasms. It hits her hard and she breaks a hole in the concrete wall as her body shakes. The claws on her feet nearly break through the floor. I follow shortly after and everything goes white. I think I yelled or... something but I'm not sure.

I feel my cum jetting into her and she buries my cock deeper inside her. She tries to kiss me. It... doesn't really work but we try. Mostly we lick each others muzzle and bite each other a little.

We collapse. I'm still in her and still hard but I feel like I ran five marathons nonstop. Her legs are jumping every now and again and we're trying to catch our breath. She licks me and I bite her ear somewhat gently.

Her smell fills me: the fur, the sweat, her juice, her musk and just her. This is her. It almost overwhelms me. We don't try to talk. We just lay together, in the dark, now that it's late. The small windows above us show the dark sky and faint light from a nearby streetlamp.

After some time I can feel something changing. The feeling is like someone tugging hard on my body in all directions. The fur is going and my muzzle is shortening. Hers, too. It works by degrees. I weakly try to move and end up just shifting positions against her. She pushes back into me and I stop moving. "Don't." She says. "Don't move. Just stay there." I can hear her. Her face is nearly back and the fur is almost gone -- it tickles my body as it pulls back into her.

Her back is against my chest. I reach my arm around and cup her left tit possessively. She sighs and presses back into me. My head rests on her shoulder. She's so warm against me. Her breasts are large and I can't help but squeeze them. They're soft against my rough hands. Sarah moans quietly as I tease her.

In this position I can see my own arm and it's huge. I look like I've been lifting serious weights my entire life. I didn't even know some of the muscles existed. As I knead Sarah's breast, muscles ripple along my forearms like waves on the ocean. I feel like I could snap a steel bar if I tried hard enough.

I bring my hand down to Sarah's stomach and I feel her abs. She's ripped and I guarantee she wasn't like this before. She looks like an Olympic level athlete. The sex made things a little hazy but I'm pretty sure her breasts have shrunk a little now that she's human again. Regardless, she's way bigger than before this all happened. D-cup or more. Probably more. Her whole body is bigger than she was before she changed which probably means I am too. It's hard to tell right now.

I run my tongue around my teeth but they're mostly back to normal. My canine teeth are sharper than I remember and they feel more prominent. The teeth next to them feel slightly more sharp as well. All of them are straighter. I had a chip on a back tooth before but it's fixed now. Amazing.

Its quiet out and we're both still naked but we're not cold. I don't know if it's the sex but my body temperature feels higher and I feel the heat of her body as well. Whispers of steam roll off of our bodies and into the air.

My leg is starting to go numb on the hard wood floor so I go sit in the corner to change positions. Sarah comes over and sits on my lap, against me. I automatically cross my arms around her. "I'm yours." she says, simply. I don't know what to say to that but some of the wolf stayed - I feel like I would die protecting her and kill anyone that hurt her. I lean my head into her neck and kiss her gently in response.

The whole time I never lost who I was but the other feelings are still there. I feel like I could do anything. Face anything. I'm me but... enhanced. I could walk on my hands on the edge of a skyscraper without fear. My arm muscles flex in response and anticipation.

I grew more conscious of Sarah's naked body against mine and I grow hard again. With her sitting on me, my cock goes straight out and rubs against her still dripping pussy. I bark out a started curse when I see myself. I was circumcised as a baby but I'm uncircumcised now and much thicker and larger. I never saw what size it made it up to when I changed but I'm guessing it didn't stop at twelve. The sheath is gone. I wonder if the sheath and being uncircumcised are related?

Sarah draws a deep breath and smiles lazily. Her voice is sultry. "I think," she says, turning to face me. "I think I'm ready for another round. Let's see if you still howl when you cum."

She turns around to face me, wraps her hand around my cock (did it double in thickness?) and closes her eyes. She guides me deep into her and I grab her waist. She starts out slow and brings herself up on her knees and then down again around me. Her ass settles softly against my thighs. She's leaning into me and pushing herself back every time she goes down. She covers my mouth with hers and we kiss while she fucks me. She moans into my mouth as I squeeze her ass with my hands.

We take our time this time. I don't howl when we're done but I've seemed to pick up the habit of growling.

 CHAPTER 2

It's nearly midnight by the time Sarah and I are finished exploring each other. Most of our clothes are ruined. Her jacket, shoes, pants and panties are still in one piece but everything else is gone. Oh, my shoes are fine except they don't fit anymore. Nothing fits us anymore.

I'd have to be measured to be sure but I'm definitely taller. It's a completely strange feeling. For years and years I was just under six feet tall and now everything is stretched out. I work my arms in various positions just to get the feel of them.

"Goddamn shoes!" Sarah growls. "I paid $150 for these fucking things!" I laugh and she throws them at me. I would think that having my body suddenly lengthened would take some getting used to but I grab the shoes out of the air without thinking. She's not impressed. "Don't laugh, fucker. You owe me a new bra and a new shirt."

She crosses her arms under her tits and scowls at me. It looks more like a pout and I smirk at her. "You keep standing like that and we're going to be here for another couple hours." I tell her. She smiles and tilts her head, slightly confused before she realizes what she's making her breasts do.

"Fucking men. All the same." But she laughs a little while she says it. I haven't heard her curse this much before. I don't know whether it was the change or if I just never got to know her personality outside of work. I watch her turn to gather up her clothes and I get hard again. It's the bending over and seeing her ass up that does it. I clear my throat (that comes out as a small growl) and turn to get my things. My overeager cock eventually calms down.

With my clothes under one arm I slap Sarah's ass (it does jiggle slightly) with the other and we make our way downstairs and out. Thankfully our company is too cheap for security cameras except for the dock and that's not the way we go out. Sarah's breasts sway and bounce as she walks and I thank whatever gods are listening for everything that's happened this night.




The Change



Even in the open air of the warehouse we're not cold and the concrete floor doesn't bother my feet. I stop for a moment and look at the bottom of my right foot. The skin is thicker under the ball of the foot, the joints of the toes and the toes themselves. It doesn't look like normal skin (it's slightly darker) but it's not black padding like a dog. I can still feel what I'm walking on but it's neither cold nor does it hurt my feet. They skin on those parts are almost like a callus. No wonder my hands felt rougher against Sarah afterwards -- they're almost they same as my feet.

Outside feels no colder to me. It's February and we should be freezing but I'm not. Is it the sex? No, that was too long ago. I'm amazed that I don't feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about being naked outside. I don't have the sudden urge to run to the woods, jump over streams and murder a deer but I do feel better being in the open. I can see more and it's more open -- better chances to move in case of something happening and easier to see anything before it gets too close. Huh. Why would I think of it like that?

I walk to my car, feeling the crunch of gravel under the new padding of my feet. It's almost like when you have your mouth numbed for dental work -- you can feel the pushing and pulling but it doesn't actually hurt. I know I'm stepping on some sharp rocks but I only feel them as something I'm stepping on. My toes curl around the larger stones and dig slightly into the ground.

Sarah follows me automatically. She doesn't walk to her car and she doesn't ask me if she should come with me. I barely notice how different that is. Just this morning we were coworkers. Now we're... something different. If she walked off to her own car and told me she'd see me in the morning I would be angry and tell her no, she's coming with me. That actually bothers me. She's her own woman; she should be able to do what she wants. But, there's this new part of me that's growling loudly. That's what's driving the possessive and aggressive feelings. She's mine! She needs to stay near me! I watch her back and she watches mine! How can we hunt and protect each other if we're not together? It's almost impossible to push those feelings down. They're primal.

"You smell funny." Sarah says. "What are you doing? Whatever it is, can you turn it off? I feel like I need to bite something hard. Look, I have goose bumps from it. What is that smell?" The hair on her arms and the rest of her body is standing at attention. I'm fighting with myself and she's picking it up from me. I put my anger aside and Sarah stops rubbing her arms. In any case, she's not thinking of going to her own car or going off by herself. Does she even notice that she's just following me without asking?

I unlock the doors and we throw our ruined clothes in the back seat. There's a pause as I close the door. It should be awkward - we're standing in the middle of a dimly light company parking lot, naked with dried cum on us. But it's not awkward and it's not bothering me.

She's her. I look at Sarah. Not her tits, not her crotch but her eyes. She's looking back at me with a small look of apprehension. Her eyes are beautiful - gold tinged with green. I was pretty sure they were brown before. "Are you..." she begins. I put my finger on her mouth and tell her, "Wait."

Time slows as my awareness kicks in. I hear her heartbeat, strong and steady. If I focus I can hear a small suuush-zuu, suuush-zuu which I can only assume to be the blood moving through her body. I hear a much, much fainter heartbeat somewhere else. Is it my own? Why would it be fainter? I smell things - different kinds of car smells. I can tell they're different but I don't know how or what it means. I smell myself and I smell me on her. There are other scents around both of us but I can't tell what they are except that they're there.

Suddenly, light flares and I look at the streetlamp on the other side of the street. The lamp hasn't brightened but I can see as if it was a cloudy day at 2 in the afternoon. I hear bushes rustling and probably about 50 feet away I see a rabbit's eye hidden behind branches. The faint heartbeat gets stronger. I can hear a rabbit's heartbeat from 50 feet away. So that's what that other heartbeat was...

I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the cold night air. The crazy rush of smells and sounds calms down. I open my eyes again. Sarah is watching me with a half-smile on her face. "You, too?" she asks.

"Yeah." I say. "Everything's different. I didn't answer you back in the warehouse. You said you were mine and I didn't answer." I step forward, settle my forehead against hers and close my eyes.

I talk to her with my eyes closed. "I don't know what happened up there. I don't know what made that happen or if it'll happen again. I didn't even have the balls to ask you out before today. I love you. I couldn't live without you now. I will be by your side forever. I don't own you but you're mine." I lean back and tip her head up with my fingers. "And I'm yours." We kiss.

I pull her close to me. Her tits press against my chest and I feel the hard nipples. I don't care if it's because she's excited or because of the cold air. My dick is hard and presses between us into the bottom of her stomach. My left hand goes to the small of her back and I pull her tight against me. My right hand goes between her shoulder blades and holds her tighter still. Our tongues twine and move rapidly against each other as we kiss. I feel her canine teeth and prick myself on them. We both taste the blood and she growls low in her throat. I feel small hairs stand up at the back of her neck.

 Finally, we stand apart. She looks at me again. "I... I was worried. I mean, I could smell ... something that made me feel safe and warm, but... Is that crazy? Just a bit ago I could actually smell something that made me know you loved me. Well... I didn't know that it meant that but I felt safe and happy and it felt like love somehow. I... I was still worried."

She puts her hand on my chest, near my heart. "Whatever happened up there... Whatever..." She lays her head next to her hand. Suddenly, she clenches her hand and I can feel her fingernails cut into me a little bit. The pain is remote. She looks up at me and her eyes are hungry. I smell something. Fire. Like a raging firestorm. Strong and hot. It consumes me.

"You are mine." She says. She reaches out, grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for another kiss.

"Mine." she whispers.

Sarah grabs my dick with one hand and pumps it slowly. I can feel her smiling through the kiss. She pulls back and leans over to kiss the head of my cock. I feel her sudden surprise. "Wait... weren't you cut before? Well, fuck it. This is better, anyway." She pulls back the skin and brings the head slowly into her mouth. With her other hand she shoves me against the car and I hear the car creak and move on its springs. She's strong - so strong. If I had fought her off I could stand my ground but I'm beginning to believe I'm not the only one that could dent metal with my bare hands.

She goes down to one knee and takes more of me into her mouth. I grab her hair with both hands and close my eyes. She's pumping me with one hand while pulling her head up and down the length of my cock. Her tongue licks and wraps around me. Her teeth lightly brush against the head of my dick and almost cut. Up and down... I dig my toes into the ground and feel my toenails grip, digging lightly into the asphalt. Her tongue feels rough against me.

Up and down, up and down. Her mouth is so wet and her tongue seems too long to fit in her mouth. We're rocking the car. I can hear the springs creaking rhythmically with Sarah's head. I'm close to an orgasm and she knows it. My hand tightens on her hair and she goes faster. Suddenly I'm over the edge and I cum. She stops moving her head but keeps pumping with her hand. I grit my teeth and my throat rumbles. Sarah swallows each jet of semen greedily.

Finally, she pulls her head off. She looks directly at me and smiles, showing her teeth. They're perfectly straight and her canines ARE sharp. "Mine." she says again. She puts her head down and cleans me off with her tongue, slowly, one part at a time. She looks up at me every time she licks up and she's making a very loud "Mmmmmmm..." noise. She could reach her nose with her tongue if she wanted to do it.

When she's finished, she stands up and dusts her knees off. She stares at me with those hungry eyes and it smells like the world should be burning around me. "All mine." I just look at her and say, simply: "Yes."

She gets in the passenger seat and I notice I've left a dent in the side of the car where I was leaning. I guess we'd have to relearn our limits.

I look forward to it.

 CHAPTER 3

I can honestly say I've never been in a car while naked - I haven't even had the pleasure of having sex in a car. I'm thankful I have cloth seats because leather would just stick and rub wrong.

Do I put the seatbelt on? Why is that even a question when I'm naked but not when I'm clothed? Sarah is trying to figure out how to get her seatbelt to work with her new tits. The chest strap is annoying her and rubbing on her wrong. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing but then I actually do bite it and I choke off a curse from the quick pain. She glares at me. Finally she fits the belt between her cleavage and leaves it alone.

I have to adjust the seat and move it back for more leg room. I also pump my feet on the brakes and accelerator to get an idea of how my new body works in the car. The padding on the bottom of my foot grips the peddles more so that's a bonus. I almost break the shifter putting the car in reverse. The steering wheel shakes when I accidentally grip a little too hard.

My house (rented) is not too far away from work - maybe 10 miles. We're both lost in thought on the drive there. She stares out of the window and is feeling around her body lightly. I'm having a hard time controlling my dick simply because of Sarah sitting there naked. That and I can see her tracing her breasts, hip and thigh with her finger. She smells like hot sex and... something else that tightens around my heart. Her own innate scent, I think. It's like a fingerprint - unique to her. I'll never forget that smell for as long as I live.

Even the way I drive is different now. Clouds hide the stars and the moon is a sliver but I still see clearly. Sarah has to remind me to turn my headlights on to keep up appearances. When I focus hard enough, time seems to slow down a little. I tried it while a bird flew in front of the car and I could see its wings flapping. Sounds are taking me longer to control - everything is too loud to my ears. The car tires roar against the road.

Just as I think I'm handling the sounds better, Sarah looks at me. "Could you stop whatever it is you're doing?" She dips her fingers into her pussy and comes out with a clear string between her fingers. "I've been wet since the warehouse. I'm not totally complaining but, Jesus Christ. Is it always going to be like this near you?" She contemplates the pussy juice for a moment. I wonder how much of my sperm is in it - I came a lot tonight.

Sarah shifts and I smell something subtly different about her. My mind conjures an image of summer days where a friend is spraying themselves with a water hose, only they decide to spray you for the hell of it and you both chase each other around. Is this what some smells are doing now? Like with the fire scent making me think of possession, jealousy and passion? She's still smiling. Her fingers dip to her mouth and it widens into a full-toothed smile. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." she says with that husky voice she can apparently do on command now. She's sucking her fingers while pulling them in and out of her mouth slowly.

She pulls the hand down to her pussy again and spreads her legs a bit. My head is pounding but not from a headache. The smell is incredibly strong. Her. Her smell. Some of me is mixed in there but her scent overpowers everything else. Her fingers slip inside her pussy. "Oh man... Incredible." she moans. She teases me like that for the two minutes it takes before I finally pull up to the house.

I'd fuck her right then and there but we'd literally break the car and I think we're both too big to fit in one seat anyway. She watches me get out of the car with lazy eyes and her lazy smile. I open her door and almost take it off the hinges. She's undone her seatbelt so I snatch her out of the car. She must weigh 200 pounds of nearly pure muscle now but I do it effortlessly.

We make it into the house before fucking. Missionary, this time. Old school. On the floor. Our orgasms are fast and hard. She kept trying to turn over so I could take her behind but I held her in place. Images cycle through my head of dogs mounting and rutting but I'm still human, dammit.

"Was it your favorite position? Doggy-style, I mean." I ask her when we're done and holding each other. I'm half-hard and my dick lies between her legs, against her pussy.

"Huh. No, actually not. I like...liked to be on top. I felt like I was in control and I could get in a good angle to make it hotter." She chuckles. "Now, though... Now all I can think when we're fucking is that I want you on top of me, fucking me like a dog. Ahhhhh, damn. I shouldn't say things like that. Seriously. Me even thinking of doggy-style makes me want you more. I never even really liked it like that before. Fuckin' thing..." Her voice trails off. She's massaging her cunt, playing with her pussy lips and I wonder if I'll be able to go again soon.

Hunger saves me this time. I'm starved and I feel like I haven't had food in weeks. I'm not even embarrassed by the fact that we end up with leftover pizza, sandwiches and nearly half of everything else in the fridge. I should feel sick eating as much as we did but I just feel full and even more energetic. Sarah eats almost as much as me. She starts slow but after the first bite she realizes she's starving too. We barely even talk.

Sarah's nibbling on string cheese while looking around the house. We're both still nude. "Not a bad place," she says. "It just needs a lady's touch."

I grin at her. "Well, you're no lady but my place is yours - as you already know." She grins back at me and then punches me hard in the short ribs. She's way faster than I expected so her fist connects. I think she doesn't know how fast and strong she is, either. There's a sharp 'crack!' as she connects and a sudden pain. The pain is remote and all I do is notice it and grunt from the impact. The skin where she punched me is a bright angry red. I think she almost broke a rib.

"Jesus. That'll leave a bru..." but the mark fades back to normal while we watch. We look at the spot where the bruise was starting and then back at each other.

"Fuck." she mutters. She traces her hand on the spot but it's just skin; healthy healed skin. "Un-fucking-believable."

We shower together and I'm finally out of steam. My dick is trying to get hard but only making it half-way. I think if I waited longer it'd be ready but we're both exhausted. Before all of this I think the most I could get a full hard-on was twice, maybe three times a day. I don't think that's as much a problem now. More testosterone or something else?

But the problem is, she's naked and the way the water runs down the new curves of her body is making me horny. I turn her around to face me. She knows what I'm about to do. She leans her hard body back against the shower walls while I kneel down and suck on her cunt. I definitely get hair in my mouth but maybe my body thinks and reacts different because I barely notice.

My right hand grabs her ass and I look up at her. I move my finger towards her asshole and touch it but then pause. I look at her again. She braces her right forearm against the wall and looks back at me intensely. "Do it." she says. Her voice is rough.

Her ass is slick from the shower and I've got my tongue deep into the folds of her pussy. I take the middle finger of my right hand and play with the rim of her ass. She gasps and then growls low in her throat. She roars when I plunge my finger into her without warning. I don't know how she does it as a human but she roars and her ass pushes back against my finger, driving it deeper.

I rub my index finger against her ass before pushing it into her, too. She's gasping, growling and saying "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again. My tongue is definitely not as long as when I'm changed but I still try to tongue-fuck her.

She can't control her legs very well. I pound my fingers hard and fast into her ass and it's only minutes before she screams and shakes from her orgasm. I don't stop. Sarah's repeating "Fuhhh... fuhhhh... fuhhhhh!" while her legs twitch from the multiple orgasms. I just dig my mouth into her crotch harder and suck her lips in and out of my mouth while licking inside her.

I finally pull back and she sits in the tub with her head down. "B... bastard. Fu..fucking bastard. I love you." She's laughing and still twitchy.

We rub each other down in the hot shower water. "You should see yourself." she says. "You've got muscles on top of muscles. And, it's weird. I always liked clean shaven men before but seeing you with a hairy chest and cock... It's fucking hot. So, I guess whatever that was tonight changed more than just our bodies. Like wanting you to mount me..."

She's rubbing and massaging my back off as she says this, her hands working the soap over my body. She sprays the soap off and I feel her hands tracing the hardness of my back. "It definitely did something to us." I hear her voice rumbling "Rrrrrrrrrrr" and her fingernails dig into my sides and back. I suddenly feel her rough tongue on my back and it feels really fucking good. She's still growling but in-between she's licking up and down back as if she's cleaning me off herself.

When she finishes I look back at her. She almost looks embarrassed but she's also licking her lips. "See? Why the hell did I just do that?" She asks me. "I just... I just wanted you to be clean and you smelled so damn good and... I just wanted you to be clean so that's what I thought of doing." She's not scared. She's not in shock. She's not about to cry. She's just talking aloud to herself and working through why she just licked the water off of my back. I hold her face in my hand and kiss her. Her tongue is still rough but not as rough as it was. Do our bodies change a little bit without us noticing?

Finally, we crawl into bed. We don't, contrary to popular opinion, screw again.

I tell her, "We need to talk in the morning. We need to work out whatever this means for us." She nods, sleepily and we pass out, spooning each other.

 CHAPTER 4

When the alarm goes off at 6 am it hits my ears like a jackhammer. I'm standing in the corner, scanning the room before I realize I'm not in bed anymore. The only thoughts going through my mind when the alarm went off was "Noise! Loud! Attack!" I think it took only a second for me to go from bed to corner of the room and I wasn't even awake. I'm crouched and I've got my arms held out and low to my sides with fingers and fingernails out to grab or rip. I'm snarling and my teeth are bared. I don't remember doing any of that.

Sarah is at the other side of the room and it looks like the change hit her the same way. She's crouched on the ground with her arms wide and fingernails dug into the carpet in front of her. Her left leg is half-stretched behind her and her right leg is held close under her -- pressing into her breasts. She looks like a great cat ready to pounce on something. We're both breathing hard.

The clock is crushed and a tangy, disgusting smelling smoke rises from it. I must've broken it on the way to the corner. The mattress is ripped on both sides and the simple metal bed frame has collapsed. I try to remember exactly what happened but I can't grasp it. I look at my fingernails and I see how sharp they are still. We both must've clawed the mattress grabbing for purchase and then broke the frame as we leapt.




The Change



Realization comes to Sarah and she yells out a startled "Fuck!" She's breathing hard and my adrenaline spikes from her smell. Apparently, her freaking out makes me freak out even more. We look at each other. Her eyes are dilated and glittering gold.

I slowly stand and loosen my muscles. Sarah takes a second longer but then stands up, too. "Jesus-fucking-Christ" she says. "No more fucking alarm clocks. I almost killed..." she looks around the room sheepishly. "... something."

Her hair is wild from sleep and she's still breathing fast. Her breasts are bouncing in time to her breathing and I'm hard from her, the adrenalin or both. She looks at me, looks at my dick and raises an eyebrow. "We could..." her eyes lose focus a little and she brings a hand down to rub her clit. "We should... Dammit! Stop doing that!" Sarah jerks her hand away from her cunt and opens the window. She sticks her head out of breathes deeply. "Stay over there until I clear my head. Your smell... I keep getting a mental picture of me with my ass up and you fucking me and I can't think straight. We need to talk about some things before we do anything else. Put on some clothes for god's sake." I pretend I don't see her playing with her nipple throughout that speech.

I'm able to find some of my older shirts and pants that kind of fit. I tear my underwear (boxer briefs) at the side as I put them on. Unfortunately the head of my penis sticks out of my underwear so I push it down and to the side a bit. It sticks out there, too. Sarah watches me while she stands next to the window. I can smell her and I know what she's thinking regardless of her telling me to give her a break. Her smell is strong, hot and humid and I feel myself flush with the blood rush. My teeth grind together and I almost take her there but I don't. I close my eyes and breathe deeply several times to calm myself down.

Sarah finds some of my clothes to fit her. We're both fooling each other. With our new sense of smell the clothes change nothing. We're working hard to control ourselves - it's like working a weak muscle we never knew we had. I don't have any coffee so we grab some Coke and sit across from each other at the little table in the kitchen.

"Where do we start?" I ask.

Sarah thinks about it for a moment and answers. "Easy - what happened last night? Well, okay. I don't even need to ask that, do I? I changed." She pauses again. "Did you change because of me or were you going to already?" She mulls this over. "I think because of me. How did it feel to you? Was there anything different to you before the warehouse?"

"No." I tell her. "I was fine the whole day. The only thing I noticed was when we walked up the stairs I had a hard-on and really wanted to have sex with you every possible way. I was just horny, though, not anything else. I think you were putting out a smell that did something to me. Some crazy aphrodisiac or something. I only started changing after I'd been eating you out for a while."

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair and licks her lips when I mention eating her out. "Okay, okay. So, yeah. So it's me. I did it to you. No, wait. Don't interrupt. I'm not going to say I'm sorry because we both know I'd be lying if I did. This." She holds up her hand and clenches into a fist. Muscles stand out in her arm like a small tree trunk. "This is a gift. I wouldn't give this back if I could and I'll kill anyone that tries to take you from me. I don't know if that's me talking or the change talking but we're together and nothing is going to change that now."

I'm nodding my head. "You're right. You're totally right. I wouldn't give any of this up, either. I was happy enough with who I was before but this is unbelievable. How, though? How did it happen? Is it a one time thing? It wasn't a full moon last night, I know that. Are there others like us? Can we make others like us?"

Sarah taps her finger on the table and looks down, thinking. "I don't know. I think... I think if we have these bodies then maybe it won't just happen once. Last night in the shower when I was..." She stops and looks slightly embarrassed. "... licking you, my tongue felt different. Before I did it, I just felt this sudden urge to hold you down and clean you off. Like, 'He's dirty and I should clean him because I'm his...'" Sarah looks confused and then takes a breath. "Because you're who you are. So, I did it. After I started, I felt my tongue do something. It was bigger and felt strange against your skin. It kept bumping against my teeth so I know it was larger. The same thing happened this morning. When the alarm went off and I was on the ground, I had claws not fingernails or toenails."

"So. Werewolves, huh?" I say, because I have no idea what else to say right now. We both sit there for a few moments. "Why? Why you? Or us?" I ask.

"The fuck should I know?" she says, angry at something. "You want to call up a psychic and ask? Or go see the doctor? They'd have fun with that. We could see how fast we heal from antidepressants or whatever other meds they tried to pump into us." I snort and wave my hands because I know how that'd sound.

I try another question. "Do you think there are more of us?"

Sarah bites the corner of her mouth and wrinkles her brow. "Maybe? I have a hard time thinking I'm ... we're the only ones like this. I mean, yeah, why us if we're the only ones?"

The conversation dies off again. I reach across the small table for her hands. She meets me half-way and we hold hands for a moment. I break the silence. "You know. I don't really know anything about you. We talk at work but that's it. I don't... I mean..." I falter. What should I say? I know we have some things in common but to get to where we are now we'd usually have been dating for years.

Sarah looks at me - simply and honestly. She just looks right at me. She grips my hand and it almost hurts. "We'll learn. I can't live without you now." she says.

 CHAPTER 5

It's getting close to 7 so I call into work and tell them I'm not coming in today. I'm sure my boss thinks I just want a long weekend but after this past week he's happy and doesn't care. Sarah calls in 20 minutes later and he's less happy about having nobody in the IT department but he can't really fire us so it doesn't matter.

Normally I shower in the morning but for some reason I don't feel the need and it's not because we showered last night. I just feel more natural in my own skin and my crazy nose tells me I don't smell bad so what's the point? My hair is kept short and stays in shape if I just run my hand through it a couple times. I do shave, however. I'm still not ready to try a beard. Sarah comes in while I'm cleaning myself off. She nips me on the shoulder and rubs my side affectionately before brushing her teeth. We're both still naked. She doesn't shower, either.

"My hair is different." She says. "Feel it. It's thicker and softer. Shit. That alone makes the whole thing worth it." She doesn't even have to wet her hair down to make it stay in place, she just uses my comb a few times and it stays.

"That was my tooth brush, woman!" I tell her, jokingly. I try to use my best fake man-of-the-house voice.

She cocks her eyebrow and looks at me from the side. "Yeah? What're you going to do about it?" She smacks my ass and darts away when I reach for her playfully. "Too slow, old man!"

I laugh and then actually try to grab her. Everything slows down and I watch my hand reach out for her waist. She sees it coming and twists insanely fast. I've never seen anything move as fast as we just did so I forget to stop myself. I end up breaking five tiles when my hand slams into the wall. It doesn't even hurt.

Sarah reaches up and pats me on the cheek. "You're my little dumbass. Yes you are." She uses her "You're a cute little doggie" voice on me. I can't help but laugh at it.

We're hungry again and Sarah needs better clothes that actually fit her. She decides to combine both of those needs and go to the mall. We figure it's during the week and early morning so it shouldn't be too busy. I ask if she's going to be cool just wearing my old t-shirt and she grins at me. "Hell, yeah. Bring on the stares, I say. They don't have a freakin' chance." I grin back at her and we kiss.

The kiss turns into groping and the groping turns into us suddenly breaking apart and stepping away. "Okay, Christ." I say. "This will be an actual problem for me. Every time I even think of something related to sex then that's all I can think about."

Sarah doesn't look at me. "Same here." she says. Her voice is rough and her scent is hot and spicy. I know she's mentally talking herself down from having sex with me.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to actual sunlight when we're outside. I sneeze three times before I can see properly. Sarah is smarter than me and just shades her eyes until she can handle it. It's sunny out but the wind is cold. I barely feel it. My shoes don't fit very well but I don't have a choice so I scrunch my toes in. It's kind of painful and I feel my toenails cutting into the material. I grab a pair of my jogging shoes for Sarah. She just barely fits into them.

We talk on the drive to the mall. I learn that she hates jewelry but likes to dress well. She says she used to wear earrings every so often but the holes in her ears closed after last night so that's out. She tells me a little about her childhood. Her mother died when she was young so her older brother and father raised her. She looks up to both of them and still talks to her dad a lot. I'm guessing that's where the cussing and non-jewelry-wearing come from.

I rest my hand on her thigh. She automatically covers it with her hand while she's talking. She didn't date much and, at 25, has only had two boyfriends. They both lasted only a few months. Her father and brother taught her all the tricks the boys try to use on women.

I tell her about my childhood. She chuckles at me being a nerd and demands to see my high school photos. We hadn't really talked ages before but I'm secretly glad she's only 5 years younger than me. She doesn't believe me when I tell her I've never had a girlfriend but then does when I tell her I played Dungeons & Dragons as a kid. I tell her it was valuable research because otherwise I would probably only know about werewolves through all the goddamned advertisements for the Twilight movies. She makes retching noises and I love her even more.

Fifteen minutes away from the mall she unzips my pants. She doesn't ask and isn't shy about it. She just reaches over and struggles with the zipper until it's down and the button is off. I scoot my butt down on the seat to make it easier for her. When she pulls my pants down my dick almost puts her eye out because her face is too close. She yelps and calls it a dick which sets us off both laughing for a few moments. She unzips her own borrowed pants and pulls them down. I just now realize she's not wearing panties.

Sarah pleasures herself with her right hand and pumps my cock with her left hand. I can't get used to being uncircumcised. It's so different. Better. I seem more sensitive than I was without the extra skin. I keep my left hand on the wheel and lean my right arm on her body to rub my hand down her side and grab her ass. My hand almost reaches her pussy so I play with her ass a little instead.

"I've been ... I've been wanting ... wanting this all fucking morning." She gasps as she fingers herself. "Every time I remember your cock in my mouth last night... God!" Now her mouth is on me and she's not slow this time. She's bobbing her head up and down and I have to focus on the road. Every so often she pulls back to lick and suck on the top of my dick and then lick up and down the length of it. I feel her tongue change against me. The top of it roughens and it's not fitting all the way back in her mouth. She's whining slightly as she's sucking me off -- cute little "ehn...ehn...ehn..." noises.

Traffic is light so I'm barely paying attention. A jacked up truck roars past us and then slows down, letting me catch up to it. The driver and passenger are staring into our car. They're both young and look like they're hicks that stumbled into a Gap store for the first time in their life. The passenger whistles and they both cheer us on. We hear it perfectly through the traffic and two rolled-up windows. Sarah doesn't even turn around. She pulls her right hand out of her pants and flips the guy off. The driver laughs and guns the truck forward.

Sarah pulls off of me again and sucks on my balls. I grab her by her hair and stick my dick back in her mouth. She moans and starts slapping her pussy as she masturbates herself. My toes curl and I put a dent in the steering wheel as I cum. Sarah's still masturbating but now she's swallowing my load and making little "ahhn ahhn ahhn" noises as she does. Her own orgasm rocks the car and I'm starting to think this little Geo Prism is not going to last us long.

When I stop cumming she licks me clean and I can hear a very small growl as she does it. Her eyes are slightly blank and her ears are more pointed than they should be. Her tongue is longer and it wraps around more than half of my cock during one of the licks.

I grab her by the neck and pull her up to kiss. She's definitely growling and her sharp claws are kneading at my thigh. Her tongue fills my mouth.

I dart glances at the road. Sarah is jerking me off again. When I break from the kiss she blinks several times and her eyes are more focused. I'm only slightly disappointed when she stops jacking me off. She wipes her mouth with the back of her arm and then licks it off with that long tongue of hers.

"See?" she says. "Not a second thought to cleaning you off. I don't even feel ashamed or weirded out about it." She rolls her shoulders and zips her pants up. "By the way, you're on your own with your pants. I think it'll take a while before you're able to zip them up, Mr. Perky." She laughs and squeezes my dick fondly.

Its 5 minutes before I get soft and 2 minutes after that when we roll into the mall parking lot.

 CHAPTER 6

I can barely hear my own thoughts and my ears feel like they're bleeding when we pull into the parking lot. There's so much noise. Sarah plugs her ears and I close my eyes to try to filter some of it out.

"Fucking Christ. This is crazy. How are we supposed to handle all this goddamned noise?" I ask her.

She closes her eyes before answering. "Try focusing on one of the sounds. It's starting to help. The other noises are there but not so bad."

I hear a mother screaming at her kid about wanting the latest Pokémon game. She's calling him a greedy little brat. There're three teenagers talking about the movie they just watched. There's a mother and father walking with their three kids. The mother is talking and talking about how she wants to go to some religious retreat with her female friends but the tones she's using and the way her voice changes minutely makes me think it's more than just a retreat - she's probably cheating on her husband. The husband isn't paying attention; his "Yeses" and "Sures" sound perfunctory and bored. The daughter is screaming at her younger brother for taking her miniature makeup kit and the younger brother is laughing, running and calling her a raccoon. The older brother is listening to some band. I can't hear the music very well but there's screaming and guitars involved. Some young kid is talking to another kid. He's telling him about this girl he fucked but he's lying - lying because he hesitates slightly every so often and his voice is all wrong and sounds too eager to please or impress the other kid. Hundreds of voices roaring in my ears.

I'm starting to get a headache. I try focusing but it's hard. Through all of the laughter and yelling and lying and screaming there's a solid and reassuring noise. Tha-thump, Tha-thump. Sarah's heartbeat is strong and loud, right next to me. I focus on it. I slow my breathing and my heartbeat slows down to nearly match hers. The other sounds fade into the background. If I focus on one of them I can hear what's happening clearly. Certain words ping for attention but it's bearable now.  

I open my eyes and Sarah is watching me. She's smiling happily and I bask in her scent. It's carefree. Another mental image forms - rolling down a clover-covered hill as a child (pup, something says) while the sun shines down on you.

I put my forehead against hers and our noses touch. Out of some instinct, we rub them together softly and Sarah sighs.

When we get out I have to remind myself to focus on her as the sounds and smells hit me more strongly. It's easier now that I know the trick. I may have to start wearing sunglasses if it doesn't get easier to adjust to the brightness of the sun.

Sarah's nipples push the borrowed t-shirt out slightly and her breasts are perky and large. I imagine caressing them and sucking the nipples into my mouth while fingering her ass. I've got a hard-on and the tip is nearly out of my pants.

People look at us strangely when we make it inside. Most of them wait until we pass but some of the younger ones (men and women) are ogling Sarah. My shoulders itch from being near so many people at once and I don't like the way the men are looking at Sarah. I step closer to her to put my arm around her waist.

Sarah grins and leans into me to whisper, "You're growling, honey." I blink and realize she's right. She laughs and snuggles up to me. "My strong protector. You be sure to keep me safe from all of these 80 pound teenage boys."

I was never fond of large crowds before but now it's much worse. I find myself going out of the way to go around people and to get as far from them as I can. The hair on my neck is standing up and I keep looking for exits while glaring at everyone.

We're nearly to the store when I hear a guy behind me whisper to his friend, "Dude, I'd fuck the hell out of that slut!" My blood roars to my ears and I whip around, snarling. I'm baring my teeth and only a few feet away from the guy before I feel Sarah tugging on my arm.

"What did you fucking say?! Answer me!" I yell at the guy. His face goes from smirking to pure terror in less than 2 seconds. I know it's not the way I look or how big I am that terrifies him. His friend falls over backward in his rush to get away from me and he spills his drink (Pepsi) all over himself. The man that talked has pissed himself and is sputtering trying to talk and apologize at the same time.

I can feel my claws in my clenched fist. They weren't this sharp a little bit ago and I'm drawing blood with them. I feel hairs lifting all over my body. My nostrils are flaring. In my mind I can feel his windpipe being crushed between my teeth.

Sarah's got one arm hooked around my arm rubs my back with her other hand. My left arm nestles between her breasts.

"Sweetheart. Hey. Let it go. Hey, let it go." She's using a voice on me that's supposed to be calming and it is, slightly -- the kind you use on a scared animal to reassure them. "Let it go, he's just an asshole. Isn't that right? You're just an asshole, aren't you, guy?" She uses the same voice on the man and under other circumstances I'd be laughing.

The guy, however, is trying to break his neck agreeing with Sarah. He's fallen to the ground and actually scooting backwards to get away from me. Sarah is still rubbing my back and making "shhhhhh... shhhhhh..." noises. Some people are watching but mostly they're walking very fast away from all of us. A fat, balding security guard pushes his way through people and is slightly out of breath.

He's still walking to us when he asks, "Is everything all right here? What happened? Are you okay, ma'am?" As he gets about 10 feet away I can hear his heart rate speed up. The guard stops and leans on a brick flowerbed before trying to continue.  




The Change



"Is.... what's...?" He's sweating and his heart is jumping all over the place. His hand goes to his chest and he's breathing wrong. I smell blood that isn't really there and I want to tear the asshole's throat out with my teeth. Mixed in with the scent of blood is the smell of panic coming from the security guard behind me. I have a mental image of a deer too scared to run when it's suddenly confronted by a predator and knows it's going to die.

Sarah grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head down but I'm still staring at the guy. I can hear the urgency in her voice as she whispers to me. "You've got to calm down. You're doing this to them. Your scent is burning my nose and making me want to kill everyone here. Everything smells like blood and I'm having a hard time concentrating. You've got to calm down. You've... you're... You're terrifying them and you're going to give that guard a heart attack. I can hear it starting to happen. Calm. DOWN." The last is whisper-yelled into my ear.

I growl at the man and turn my back on him. I don't know why but it feels like one of the worst things I can do short of killing him or pissing on him. He's sobbing behind me.

I turn to look at the guard and part of me is ashamed. He is going to have a heart attack. His eyes are dilated and he's on one knee. "Please..." he gasps. "Please... I don't... Please..." He's clutching his chest and his face is turning a slight shade of blue. He doesn't even know why this is happening to him.

I breathe deeply and focus on Sarah's heart. Her pulse is sped up and her heartbeat hammers in my ear. I'm guessing that's my fault. Even though she was yelling at me to calm down I can smell her excitement. She's wet because of me and because the killing smell is in the air. I close my eyes, focus and breathe. My own heartbeat slows.

Sarah pulls my arm and we walk away. I stop by the security guard. He's sitting down with his head hanging but I can tell he's improving. I crouch down and put my hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry." I tell him before walking away.

Sarah stays close to me and cocks an eyebrow. "So, okay. I guess we have a learning curve here." I grimace and keep my eyes ahead, scanning the crowd again.

"I'm not a possessive person... well, I wasn't a possessive person before last night but I'll be damned if I let someone talk like that to you." My lip curls at a boy leering at Sarah but I keep myself under control. I've never been like this. I've always been way more laid-back and carefree. Sure, lack of sleep and stupid people can piss me off but never like this. I still feel the adrenaline running through my system. I'm not sure I like this part of the deal. I don't want my first response to be killing someone if they piss me off slightly.

"Oh, I get it. Trust me. I get it." She says. "I'm not asking you to apologize, I just felt sorry for the guard. I... well, shit. I'm sure you could tell but you were turning me on there and I couldn't help it. The way you smelled..." she coughs and looks away for a moment. "Well. Ummm. Yeah. Let's just find some clothes and then eat something."

As we're walking, I smell something different. Now I notice that almost everyone here has the same underlying scent. People. Humans. Sarah doesn't have that scent and neither do I - another mark against us for the case of being "normal" any more. Everyone else: men, women, children, everyone else has the same scent. But something sticks out in the crowd -- not a human smell but not a smell like me or Sarah. The smell gets slightly stronger when I spot a man going through the exit. He's tall and lean but otherwise normal. He almost looks like he's dancing through the crowd. Just before he opens the glass door, he turns and glances at me. He looks away quickly and leaves when he notices I'm watching him. For a second there I thought he looked scared.

Sarah just now notices the other scent. "Wha... what's that smell? That's not right..." She says.

"I think it was that guy that just left. See him? The tall one over there." I point him out and I know we both can see him clearly even though he's outside. "Should we follow him?"

"No, fuck it. I'm starving and I want to get away from all of these people." Sarah tells me.

 CHAPTER 7

The nearest store turns out to be JC Penny and the smell of perfume staggers me before we even get close. Sarah's wrinkling her nose. "Goddamn that's rank." she says between her teeth. "We go in, I grab some things and we get out. Try not to kill anyone."

"Well, if your tits weren't so huge, we wouldn't have this problem. You'd only have to worry about me shoving you against the wall and mounting you." I grin at her when her pulse quickens. She punches me lightly on the arm. "Fucker." she whispers.

We avoid the sales people and Sarah works like a tactical swat team in finding her new clothes. Her eyes dart around the store to find likely racks of clothes and it takes her seconds to dig through to find what she wants. I hear her cursing under her breath, "Fucking ruffles everywhere" as she searches. She picks out some slacks and relatively plain tops but the colors match and look good together. She finds two pairs of shoes by holding them against her feet to check the size. I wander off briefly and find a short black skirt and a white button down shirt for her. She looks them over when I bring them to her, looks back to me and then adds them to her stack.

The store's mostly empty so we have our choice of checkouts. The nearest one is empty except for the young bored checkout girl behind the counter. Sarah piles on the clothes and the girl's face transforms into her "Happy Store Employee Face" when she notices us.

"Did you find... did you find... did..." Sarah and I turn to look at her but of course we can tell what's going on just based on smells and sounds.

The girl is looking at me but her eyes are unfocused. She's wearing a button-down red top with ruffles around the collar. She's got her hand at her neck. "I..." she tries. The girl (Sandy, her name tag reads) brings her hand up to her mouth and sticks her finger in. She's sucking on her finger and moaning with her eyes half closed. Her other hand goes to her chest and she massages her breast with her hand.

I feel myself get hard for the hundredth time today and my pants constrict around me. Sarah looks over to me and grabs my dick bulge with her hand.

"You could..." She starts. "You could take both of us, you know. My cunt is dripping. I need it." She leans in to me and speaks in a rush. "You could take us both to the back and fuck us. I want it and you know she does. I want to feel your cock pounding into me from behind. I... I want it so bad." She's whining towards the end and rubbing my dick through my pants. "Make her your bitch, too. Ohhh..."

The checkout lady isn't sucking on her finger anymore. She's got that hand down her skirt and she's fingering herself while making "oh! oh! oh!" noises. I almost do it. Almost. A part of me wants both of them and more. I've had fantasies about threesomes but, realistically, I've always been more attracted to just one-on-one sex. Now, though, I want both of them and any other women I can find.

Is this the change making it different? It's hard to think right now. I can feel something that I'm doing. It's hard to explain but I'm doing something to cause this or to make it worse. My body feels like it's vibrating slightly and there's this smell - a spicy overpowering smell. It's doing something to make them feel like this.

I walk away and Sarah tries to hold me back. I'm stronger but not by a huge margin. I tell her over my shoulder as I walk, "You deal with this. I can't do this right now." She smells disappointed and I call myself five kinds of an idiot as I go. I take the nearest escalator up to the men's section. I figure I'll be safe there.

I'm lost in my own thoughts as I walk but I do notice that other guys give me a wide berth. Whenever I get close to someone they automatically move out of the way. They smell scared and I get a mental image of small animals scattering before a large predator chasing after prey.

I find a bench and sit, waiting. It's some time before Sarah walks up. "Christ. Wow. Jesus." She says. "That was... yeah. It was some feedback or something. She got fucking horny and your scent changed to ... something and then all I could think about was fucking. What the hell. I wanted you to fuck her while you sucked on me. I wanted to sit on her face while I gave you a blowjob. I wanted everything. I'm not even bi... wasn't bi... Shit. I still want you both."

I nod. I don't trust myself to speak yet. Sarah keeps talking. "Oh, also, I knew exactly where you were. I shouldn't be surprised by any of this any more but I could look up and point to where you were exactly. I followed where you walked like there were neon signs pointing the way. Hey. Kiss me." She drops her bags and I stand up and kiss her. We're rough with each other and having a hard time controlling our teeth while we're doing it. I pull off and bite her neck, feeling the tendons between my teeth. She moans and we almost find a booth. I hang on with my teeth and squeeze her ass. She's hot for it. So hot.

She pulls back from me this time and sits down on the bench. I stand, watching her and I breathe her scent in deeply. She talks rapidly to herself. "This is really fucking hard. I've never wanted anyone or anything so bad in my life. The sex, yeah. But mostly just you. When you walked away I was more sad that you weren't standing with me than I was with you not fucking us. Well, I was pissed about that, too but it turns out I don't like being apart from you more. I'm not needy. I can be on my own. Could be on my own... before. This is hard." She closes her eyes to compose herself and then stands. "Oh, that girl woke up a little after you left and ran, crying. I had to find a different salesperson."

She pauses for a moment. "Another question for myself - why doesn't the thought of you banging other women bother me?" She looks slightly confused and then shrugs her shoulders. "Something to puzzle out later."

 CHAPTER 8

We're more careful on the walk this time. I'm thinking about what I did back in the store and wondering how I can rein it in. I mentally go over parts of my body wondering what and where a mental or physical switch might be to make it happen or to stop it happening.

For a moment I think I feel something that reminds me of the feeling earlier but it slips away. I keep working at it while we order food. It's greasy but we order two servings for each of us anyway. Sarah doesn't let me pay for hers and I don't push it.

It's before noon so we're able to find a table well away from everyone else. We devour half of our food in seconds and then slow down for the rest of it. The sun is shining through the large skylight and we're both enjoying the filtered warmth.

Unfortunately, the acoustics are bad here and sounds are louder. It doesn't help that there are at least ten groups of high school students giggling and talking loudly back and forth. I pick out conversations of parents trying to get their kids to finish the last bites of food or trying to get them to eat something other than french fries. The high school kids are mostly talking about their teachers, classes and the other boys and girls. They're so young and I'm slightly embarrassed for them.

I'm focusing on the food in front of me to force the sounds to a drone when there's suddenly someone else sitting at our table and talking to us. Sarah and I are up and standing back in a defensive position before the third syllable is out of the person's mouth. The chair was empty only a second ago.

"I never thought to live to see the wolves return." She says. It is a woman, now that I see her. She's young and dressed in light gray slacks with an off-white long-sleeved plain top. Her curly red hair is pulled back and up into a ponytail. Her eyes are gray and she's looking from one of us to the other. There's something odd about her and it takes me a moment to figure out what it is - she has no smell and I can't hear her heartbeat or anything. I can only hear the noise her clothes make and the small tapping noise her finger makes on the glass table. She has a small sun hat sitting on her right knee.

"Please, sit. I'm not here to hurt you. Trust me, that would be quite difficult to do. I don't have a lot of time." She gestures at our seats as if inviting us to her own table.

I look at Sarah and nod my head toward the table. She shrugs and we both sit down. The other thing I notice is that nobody bothered to turn to look at us. I know we must've made a racket by suddenly jumping back from our table - my chair even fell over

The woman is looking at both of us and she seems pleased with herself. She has small, elfin-like features. Like a young child, almost. I'm keeping my hands on the table and my body is tensed. Sarah's heart is pounding and I know she's ready for anything. The stillness in the air makes me imagine a pair of wolves at the top of a hill looking down at prey - only there's a tiger at the bottom of the hill stalking the same thing.

"Such fine specimens, too. Just into the change? I imagine your passions are running quite hot right now." The tops of her cheeks turn reddish and I have a hard time putting an age to her. I finally decide on just under 30. There are small green specks of color in her eyes. Her finger is tapping on the table like she's impatient but I don't get that feeling from her. It's harder to tell since I can't smell her but her body language makes her seem relaxed. She's pretty enough in a nondescript sort of way but I'm too tensed to think about anything other than whether I'd need to kill this strange person. Or whatever she is. I know she did not walk up and sit down without either of us noticing.

Kill her? I sigh mentally. I definitely need to work on my new anger issues.

"My name is Amelia," she says, giving no last name. Her voice has an interesting and firm cadence in the way she pronounces her words. The 'a' in 'name' is straight and she puts strong emphasis on the 'm', for example. There's a very slight pause between 'is' and 'Amelia' -- I don't think English was her first language even if she speaks it perfectly well.

"It is a privilege to meet you both. I really only have minutes before I have to go but I noticed you earlier and only just worked up the courage to pay my respects. You're wondering, of course, how I know about you two. It's difficult to explain in short order but you both stand out very, very brightly. I would hope... what is it?"

There's this smell in the air suddenly. It's death -- rotting corpses and rats bringing filthy diseases. I almost gag on it. Sarah's growling in the back of her throat and looking for the source. Amelia watches us, still tapping her left hand. With her right she grabs the salt shaker, takes the top off and spills salt over the table. She raps hard on the glass and the salt jumps and scatters. She stares at it for a moment.

"I have less time than I thought and, once again, the wolves prove their worth." She stands, putting her hat on. Sarah and I stand with her. We're still looking around but we can't pinpoint where the smell is coming from. Amelia presents her right hand towards us, palm out and open. The stone on her ring finger is turned around, facing the palm of her hand. "I wish we had more time but I will find you both again." She closes her hand into a fist and vanishes. But, not entirely.

 CHAPTER 9

We both watch as Amelia reappears ten feet away and then vanishes again, only to reappear twenty feet away. Nobody else notices but they automatically move out of her way when she appears near them. She continues vanishing and reappearing until she's out of sight around a corner.

I look at Sarah and she's watching her go. "The smell is stronger the way she's going."

Before all of this I would've let the lady go. I mean, sure, I would've been a little curious but not if I knew about this horrible smell. Anything that smells like that can't be good. The previous me would let Amelia handle it while I walked away. None of my business. But, now... now I can't let it go. Whatever it is doesn't smell right. It's wrong and it shouldn't exist. I feel the wolf in me growling and hunkering down on the ground. It wants to kill it -- to erase it from this world. I have to go.

We follow quickly, moving through the crowd. We catch a glimpse of the strange woman in the distance but then she's gone around another corner. The smell is getting stronger and I hear a rasping buzzing noise. I want to go down on all fours and run flat-out to whatever it is. I'm getting goose bumps at the thought of killing this thing. The smell burns my tongue and I want to vomit but I'm not stopping.

A glance at Sarah shows the same thoughts and pains from her. Light brown hair is slowly, slowly covering her arms and her muscles are twitching. I put a hand on her arm and she snaps her eyes up to mine. She calms and I see the hair recede slightly.

A woman screams in the distance, loud and shrilly. Neither of us hesitates -- now we do run flat out and we're fast. People are a blur and we shove anyone that doesn't move quickly enough. The rotten smell slams into my nose as we round the corner. My heart is racing and time slows like it did in the car last night.

Amelia is standing in an open courtyard. She has her left arm pulled up against her body. Blood is coursing down the arm and I can smell her now - it's her own blood. Her right hand is straight out in front of her and open, palm down. She has her eyes closed and her mouth is moving but she's making no sound. She has her forehead wrinkled in concentration. Her hat is about 5 feet to her left and her hair is loose. The blood from her arm has made a small pool at her feet. She's... flickering. She's solid for seconds and then flickers for half a second, over and over.

There are quite a few people around but nobody is looking at Amelia. They've unconsciously made a hole around her. Everyone is watching a man and woman near the center of the courtyard. The man is on his side and has his hands around his throat like he's choking; only he's not moving. His wife or girlfriend is standing with her hands over her mouth and she's terrified. They both look young, perhaps in their thirties.

The ... thing standing behind the couple is the source of the smell. It's cloaked in tattered black and green robes. In place of a face is the skull of a deer or other small headed, long faced animal. Horns protrude from small holes in the side of its hood and it has skeletal hands. It's pointing at the man with its right hand and a sickly green light is flowing from its finger into the man's chest. Black specks float in the green stream and it oozes like warm honey.

The rasping is louder and it sounds like millions of insects rubbing against each other. Amelia moves her hand in a small circle and then side steps to put her left foot directly into the small pool of blood at her feet. It immediately blackens and the man lying on the bench takes a shuddering breath, scratching at his throat with his hands.

The smell from the creature is suddenly stronger. I dry heave.

In that second, Sarah leaps. She's beautiful. Deadly. She's snarling and her canines are long and sharp. I can see hair sprouting in tufts from her forearms. Her claws are out and black. She lands fifteen feet away on all fours and leaps again without pause at the thing standing behind the man.

Instincts drop me to the ground on all fours and I bound after her. People are startled but they seem dazed, as if in a dreamlike state. Sarah hits the creature seconds before I reach it. There's a crackling sound and I smell singed hair. She's got what might be a throat in her mouth - a mouth that's elongated but not quite a muzzle. A small remote part of me is glad she's still wearing my baggy clothes because she's changing and would've burst out of anything she bought today.




The Change



I make a final leap with my back legs and my arms are out to grab. I notice too late a shimmering yellow light in the air, inches away from the thing. As I pass through the field, I feel an intense burn. I land on the thing's right arm and hear it snap. My muscles are bulging and brown hair is flowing over my body. I can see my nose in front of my face as I bite into where its chest should be. I rip cloth and only find a ribcage with a globe of that green light hovering behind bones. I think I was trying to tear through whatever stomach the thing might've had. I rip its arm off with barely a tug and part of its shoulder comes with it.

The thing is making a wailing sound as if it's yelling into a fierce wind from the bottom of a canyon - "Uohhhhhhhhhhhhh!" The sound stops suddenly and the green light in its chest winks out.

Sarah has broken through the skeleton's spine and severed the head. She howls next to me and I join in. It's not a howl of triumph - it's a howl of rage that there's no flesh to rend or entrails to eat. Out of anger we break the thing into pieces.

We're both still on all fours. Our claws have scratched lines in the marble floor and there's a small crack where I landed on the thing's arm.

I nuzzle my head against Sarah. She licks me back. We're half-way to being fully changed and only now does the fact that we're in a public place dawn on me. I don't care yet - I'm staring at Sarah and she's staring back at me.

She's ripped the front of the t-shirt I loaned her as her breasts grow into the change. I can see a patch of fur between her breasts that runs down to her crotch. The line of fur thickens and spreads out just above the mound of her vagina. I can see the start of her tail pushing out through the tops of her pants.

We stand at the same time and I shove her against the wall closest to us. We don't have full muzzles so kissing is inconvenient but we're able to make it happen. I grab her tit and squeeze hard. The padding on my palm is rough against her soft, furry breasts.

Her legs wrap around me and the bulge in my pants is rubbing against her cunt. My cock is out of my pants and growing larger. A line of skin is attaching it to my stomach. It's not a full sheath but it's partway there. I rub my dick bulge against her pussy furiously and she's pulling on my hair and yelling for me to fuck her cunt numb. I can't suck on her tit because of the way my mouth is so I'm licking her nipple and biting her breast. Sometimes I bite through flesh and she bleeds but the mark heals almost instantly. The blood excites us.

The tip of my cock is four inches out of my pants and she brings one hand down to grab it. She's yanking and pulling and begging me to put it deep inside her. The palm of her hand is scratches my naked dick because of the rough padding on her hands but it feels good.

I hear someone loudly clap once behind me and Sarah yells at them to "Fuck the hell off!" It comes out strange because of her mouth but you can still tell what she's saying. I'm trying to take my pants off with one hand when I feel a strange calmness fall over me. It's slow but it's distracting me. I growl and keep dry humping Sarah but I turn my head to look behind me. Sarah screams wordlessly and then yells at me not to stop. However, whatever this calmness is, it's affecting her too.

I set Sarah down. We're breathing hard and the changes are withdrawing slowly. My heart is trying to slam its way out of my chest. Amelia is standing behind us and has her eyes averted slightly.

Now it's my turn to hold Sarah back as she lunges for the other woman. I have to use two hands and plant my feet against her strength. "You fucking cunt!" Sarah screams. "If you ever do that shit again I will rip your goddamned throat out and eat your fucking heart! I will fuck my man when I want to fuck him!" I don't talk to Sarah or try to calm her down. I'm nearly as pissed as she is but I'm not sure killing this woman is a good thing.

Amelia is making placating gestures with her hands. "I know, I know. I apologize but I had no choice. If either of you had changed too far I would not have been able to stop you at all. I'm really very sorry. The legends say the wolves were always hardest to restrain. Too much passion. Too many raw emotions. Peace, girl. This is for the best." At the word "girl", Sarah howls and pulls harder against me. I don't think she appreciated that.

The woman Amelia is holding a piece of the creature's cloak in one hand, rubbing it between her fingers. "I have to go." She says. "You can think about killing me later but I have to follow this trail before it grows too cold. If I do not die before I am done, I will find you this weekend. Hurry, I've shielded us from curious onlookers but it won't last long." She kicks gently at our JC Penny bag near her feet. "I've brought your clothes back for you."

Amelia makes a fist with her right hand and closes her eyes. Then, her fist opens and she's gone.

 CHAPTER 10

Sarah's cursing Amelia under her breath but I hear her clearly. Thankfully we're close to one of the exits so we're out in no time. I follow her as she stalks off to the car, still pissed. The anger rolls off of her and it's affecting me, too. Below that is the scent of her need but she's too pissed to do anything about it. We have to walk around the parking lot to get back to our car since we're on the wrong side.

"You know, that shirt you're wearing doesn't actually cover anything." I tell her. Sarah just glares at me. Thankfully, nobody is looking our way and we're walking between cars. Her shirt is torn badly and only barely covers her left tit.

"You're talking to me about this? You're not even wearing a shirt, or didn't you notice?" She asks.

Damn. She's right, I didn't notice. My nakedness doesn't bother me and I can barely tell the difference between clothed and not.

I try again. "So, what the hell was that?"

"I needed some dick, what the fuck do you think?! That fucking whore!" She yells.

"No, no." I say. "The thing. The... skeleton... thing."

She keeps walking while she talks. "It was death. A dead thing. As soon as I saw it and saw what it was doing to that guy, I wanted to destroy it." She frowns for moment. "Actually, now that I think back to what I can remember, I don't think I cared at all about the man dying. All I knew was there was this unnatural thing that shouldn't exist and it smelled like shit. Huh. Is it sad that all I thought of that guy was that he was meat? Dying, weak meat? I saw that fucking woman there too but all I knew was that thing was there and it shouldn't be real. Everything went red and I only remember bits and pieces after that."

She shivers and I pull her close to me. "The way it's neck felt in my mouth. I was burning up. I needed to kill something. I thought, 'neck' and 'vulnerable' and that was it. When it was broken and gone I was more awake but still burning hot and you were there with me. You don't know what it's like. Or maybe you do... You're unlike anything else. You were huge and strong and on the ground with me, killing that thing. I wanted to lick your muscles. I wanted to suck your cock dry. I wanted you to mount me like your bitch and pin me to the ground. You're powerful. I wanted all of that. I went from killing to wanting you in me hard and fast and that fucking bitch ruined it." Her lips are pulled back and her eyes are dangerous. "Whatever we did last night bonded us and changed us, I know that now. I still want to kill something. I still taste blood in my mouth. I want to be fucked."

We get to the car and are almost inside before we both stop to face back to the mall. Our nostrils are flaring and we're both catching the scent of something bad. There's a darkness on the corner of the roof about 100 feet away. The sun is out but there's a wavering oval shape of pure black that's rippling in the wind. It smells like the thing in the mall but slightly different and much stronger. It smells like a chemical plant from hell.

I've taken two steps towards it. I'm standing next to the back of the car with my hand on the frame between the door and back window.

Suddenly, something shoots out from the void, lightning fast. Time slows for me again but the bolt is moving so fast - straight for Sarah. I grip the car frame for purchase and it crumples like paper. All of the back windows shatter and I launch myself over the trunk towards Sarah. The car heaves and the rear driver tire explodes.

The bolt burns through a small tree (setting it on fire and breaking it in half) and is almost touching Sarah by the time I slam into her. The blackness was aimed for her heart but she moved slightly at the last possible second and I reached her just in time to push her a little more. Whatever it is goes through her side and then burns a deep groove through the concrete parking lot. Sarah is down and I'm lying on top of her. She's screaming and jerking. I'm trying to move her hands from her side to see how bad it is. It's grazed her ribcage. I see melted bones and blackened muscle through her skin. It looks like whatever that thing was has cauterized the wound on the way through.

I roar in anger and pain for her. My feet burst through my shoes and the claws dig into the ground. I feel fur flowing in waves down my body and my face is already a muzzle. My pants simple fall apart as my thigh and leg muscles push against the fabric.

I crouch and spring at the thing on the roof. I can feel my tail making minute adjustments as I'm in the air. It moves left and then right and then back and forth a little more as I aim for the roof of a car in front of me. I don't even have to think about it -- the tail automatically adjusts for me. I clear over fifteen feet before landing on someone's car. The roof collapses, windows shatter and the axles buckle under me. The car alarm shrieks in my ears. I barely pause -- I crouch into the landing, tense, feel the claws on my feet ripping through metal and then jump again. My feet tear a hole in the roof of the car as I go airborne and the black padding on the bottom of my feet protect me from jagged metal edges.

I jump again and again and again. I leave four crushed cars behind before I finally reach the roof. I have to claw my way up part of the wall. Chunks of concrete fall to the sidewalk below me.

The thing is gone but the scent remains. I'm crouched. My feet are long and the toes support my weight as I lie down nearly flat. The muscles on my arm are thick and I feel them vibrating, waiting to be used. The claws on my hands dig into the floor below me. Dark brown fur lines my body and my sheath is holding my dick close to me. My tail is held low to the ground and steady. It's an extra weight on my spine but it's comforting and gives me extra balance that I didn't think I needed.

My ears twitch, looking for signs of something moving. I'm drawing in the scent through my muzzle and tasting the air with each deep breath. There's nothing other than the smell and a round black spot burned into the ground where the thing hovered. I memorize its scent and I know I can track it if it ever shows up again.

Sarah's not screaming anymore. I see from here that she's pulled herself into the car and has the seat back. I can hear her breathing fast but she doesn't sound panicked. With a last look I turn and walk on all fours to the edge. One family is just now getting out of their car and heading into the mall. They aren't close to us but they're too close for me to move. I wait for them to go inside and then give them a few moments before grabbing the side of the building and leaping.

At this height I clear nearly fifty feet before landing. The cement cracks around me and I crouch into the landing, skidding on my hands and feet. My arm and leg joints yell at me in pain for a second before adrenalin or my fast healing takes over. The thick padding on my feet and hands rub off slightly on the ragged ground but they're tough and I dig my claws in to stop. I put a dent in the side of a hummer as I come to a complete stop. If I had kept jumping or running then this wouldn't be a problem but I need to be careful in the open.

I only now realize that my tongue is out and I'm panting. I laugh at myself but it comes out as "grufaw" because of the muzzle. Between waiting for people I slowly make my way to our car. I stay crouched on all fours to keep a lower profile. I'd be huge if I stood straight up. Someone's noticed the other cars and is wondering whether they should call the police but his girlfriend tells him not to get involved.

Sarah reaches over and opens the back door of our car when I get close. It's tight and I have to push my way in. I try to ask if she's okay but it comes out as a strange whine that ends in a question mark. She's taking deep breaths and has her eyes closed but guesses what I'm asking.

"Fuck how I'm doing. Did you kill it?" I growl in frustration and she sighs. "It's not there anymore, is it? I can't smell it as strongly. Fuck, this hurts. Did you see what it did to the parking lot? Fucking thing."

She turns her head around and looks at me with one eye. "Hey," she says. "Thank you. You saved my life. "

I get my head around and nuzzle her neck, licking her. My tongue is long and rasps on her skin. It seems to soothe her and she makes a satisfied noise. "Of course," she continues. "I was already moving out of the way and your retarded tackle probably didn't actually help that much. Other than breaking your car, of course."

I bark a laugh (that actually comes out as a bark) and bite her shoulder. She squeals at me and pushes at my muzzle. "Get off me! You're attacking a dying woman. Mad dog! Mad dog!" She dissolves into laughter that trails off into giggles. I grin through the muzzle and it feels funny. It probably looks like I want to eat something rather than smiling.

 CHAPTER 11

I lick Sarah's shoulder, neck and ear before settling back into the car. My change back is slow but happens when I calm down. It's itchy but not painful. I find myself wondering where it all goes as I wait to go back to normal. Then I start wondering how the hell I'm going to get back home without any clothes. Sarah calls me a moron and tells me she'll just run in and buy something for me to wear.

I have her show me the wound. It's partially healed but it's ugly. If it's healing at all any more then it's going really slowly. The skin around the edge of the wound is black and I can still see the muscle and bone. She says it doesn't hurt but I can smell that she's lying. We use the ripped t-shirt and a roll of Gorilla tape from the car's trunk to patch her up temporarily. It takes some creativity to get the tape under her breasts and still allow her to breathe but we do it.

She strips to changes into her new clothes before getting out and her hand strays to her side occasionally. She winces when she gets out of the car but stands straight and tall. I admire her strength.

She whines about her new bra making her side hurt but I tell her that if she doesn't wear it, I'll have to follow her naked and beat the men off of her. She laughs and tussles my hair.

I grab her wrist before she leaves. "If I smell anything like those things then I am going in there, naked or not, changed or not. You come back to me if you see them. Don't fight them alone." She taps her lip with a finger and watches me for a second. "Deal." she says and I'm a little surprised she agrees so easily.

I sift through conversations around the parking lot while I wait for her to come back. It sounds like two people finally called the police. Mall security is looking at one of the cars but have no idea what happened. A younger guard asks about hail and there's a pause before an older guard calls him an idiot.

I smell Sarah even before she opens the glass doors to come back outside. A tightness in my chest relaxes a little and I smile at her when she shoves a bag through the window.

It takes several different positions before I find one that lets me stretch my legs to get the pants on. She bought a pair of dark blue jeans that are slightly bigger than I need but I appreciate the extra size. A black polo shirt goes with it. She tells me she had to go to three different stores to find shoes that fit my new feet size.

My cell phone is still amazingly intact in the glove compartment. I call my insurance company and tell them some freak accident happened in the parking lot. They're skeptical but I tell them about the other cars so they call out for a tow truck to haul it off for inspection. We wait just long enough to make sure the tow truck loads up the right car and then we find the right combination of buses that get us home.

Sarah's tired on the ride home and mostly leans against me. Her head fits nicely against my shoulder. I hold her close, careful of her side. She clenches her teeth on some of the bumps.

Back at the house I order three large pizzas and we settle in for the evening. Sarah's appetite is good but she's sweating and I can smell something different about her. There's a stench coming from her wound and it's mingling with her smell.

She finally looks at me and says, "What? You've been itching to say something and you're worried about me. My nose doesn't lie. Apparently. Now, anyway." She tries to grin but it comes out as a grimace.

"You need to be in bed." I tell her. She tries to wave me away but I press on. "No, seriously. You look like shit. You're sweating and I see you shaking every so often. My nose is just as good as yours and that thing in your side smells like rotten meat."

"Oh, thanks, ass. I'm fine. It's healing and..." She stops and clutches her side. I barely have time to react before she pukes up half of what she's had for dinner. I see and smell blood in the mess. "I'm f...fine. Fuck off. I'll be fine."

I stare at her and then simply pick her up. She struggles but it's half-hearted. She's in pain and weak. I bring her to the bedroom and lay her down on some clean sheets.

I've never really taken care of anyone beyond the standard cold or flu but I know the basics. I'm able to get her clothes off and she only makes a meager attempt at sexual humor. Now I know she must be sick. She feels hotter than normal so I bring her a thermometer. Decades of living as a normal human cause me to freak out when it reads 135 degrees. Thankfully, I remember our higher body temperatures and stop myself from calling 911. She's lucid and seems mostly okay otherwise so I think that's just our new fever temperature. I could've lived without learning that.

I bring wet towels for her neck and forehead and I clean out her wound as best as I can. She only bites me once in pain and then contents herself with shredding the rest of our mattress. I call her a baby several times but I'm a little worried. There are black and green bits in the wound. I vaguely remember high school biology and there's nothing about green tinges to muscles that I can remember.

It takes her throwing up three more times before there's no more blood in the vomit. She's sweating profusely and keeps her eyes closed. I towel her off the best I can

The green coloring is finally fading and the black parts are flaking off inside her. My heart comes down from my throat when her breathing becomes steady and relaxed. She's even able to keep down some Gatorade after a while.

I don't know what time it is when I finally strip down and settle next to her in bed. We're both too hot for sheets or blankets so I just lie next to her. She whimpers in her sleep and it's a half animal sound. It makes me grind my teeth and feel useless. The wolf in me feels like a failure. I should be keeping her safe. We watch each other and protect each other. Failure! If she had died... I don't know how to finish the thought. I'm snarling and my blood is racing. My anger makes Sarah thrash against me in her sleep so I force myself to calm down for her sake. Stupid. Stupid mistake.




The Change



I reach my arm around her and gently pull her close. Sarah automatically turns on her good side and settles in against me. Her head rests on the front of my shoulder and she rubs her cheek and nose against me before settling down again.

The warmth and weight of her body is reassuring. My right arm is under her neck, supporting her and I feel her thick pubic hair against my thigh. I tell her "shhh... shh...." occasionally when she twists in her sleep.

She still whimpers occasionally but it's less and as the hours drag on I can feel her temperature coming down.

I spend the time thinking about things. This whole situation is surreal. It's not just a matter of my life being completely different. Werewolves exist. The creatures at the mall exist. Magic or something like it exists. The whole world is turned on its edge. I should be having a panic attack or doing the whole "pinch me, I'm in a dream" thing but I'm not. This is real.

I put my arm straight up and open and close my hands a few times. This is raw power. Muscles bulge and flex. When I change I don't even think about it. It just happens and it feels natural. Natural and damn good. A part of me wishes I could stay like that. It's hard to tell if it's me or the wolf that wants it to happen.

And Sarah... I do love her. You always hear philosophers debate on the topic of what love is but I know what it is. I would die for her. If someone held her hostage and told me to chop of my own hands or she would die, I'd do it. Well, I'd think hard on whether I could kill the other people first but if it came to it, I'd do anything for her. The thought of any hurt, disrespect or trouble happening to her makes my hackles rise and makes me want to hurt something. She'd do the exact same things that I would. She's my equal in all things. And above all of that, we can laugh with each other and it feels natural. To me, that's love. It was sudden and I know part (a large part?) is because of the change but so be it. I don't regret it.

I finally pass out after hours of lying with Sarah but a small 'tink' sound in the house wakes me instantly. There's light coming in through the window and I'd guess it's just after 8 in the morning. Sarah is sleeping against me and making lip smacking noises for some reason. I file away a mental note to tease her about it later and then slowly extract myself from her. She makes a drawn out groan sound but stays asleep.

This house is old and the floors creak but I try to be as quiet as I can. I seem to walk more on my toes now and that cuts the noise down quite a lot. I make my way to the front of the house without hearing any more noise. I don't smell anything, either.

I feel foolish so I just walk into the kitchen and there she is - Amelia. She's sitting at our little table and has a tea cup full of plain water sitting in front of her.

She's startled to see me and her eyes get big before she turns her head and covers them. "Well, well. Ahem. I've heard some people get bigger because of the change and I guess I never assumed they meant there, too." She's actually blushing. It shows up quite clearly against her pale skin.

 CHAPTER 12

"Amelia." I say. "What the hell are you doing in my house and how the hell did you find us?" I hear Sarah stir and then a loud crash. I can only imagine what that was. "Talk quick because Sarah just woke up."

Sarah is not quiet about her entrance. Like me, she's completely nude when she walks in. I do my best not to stare at her. "Honey," she begins in her sweetest voice and now I know someone is in trouble. "What is this trash doing in our house?"

Amelia peeks through her fingers and seems to turn even redder. "Ah. Well, that is. I thought you might like to talk. And as to how I found you two, I simply asked. You'd be amazed at what some animals pick up around them. I don't suppose either of you would mind putting on some clothes and joining me at the table?"

Sarah walks over and sits down hard at the table. Her chair groans alarmingly but holds. Her voice is full of contempt as she speaks to Amelia. "I do mind. We didn't invite you here."

I walk over and take the other chair. "She's right. We don't know anything about you. Sarah could've died because of you." Ah, there's something not quite so great about all of these new muscles -- hard wooden chairs are completely uncomfortable now. I shift around to try and find a better position.

Amelia cocks her eyebrow and looks from Sarah to me. "What happened? When I left, you two were fine. Aroused... but fine."

Sarah growls in her throat and I try to change the subject. "What happened was that something attacked us as we were leaving. It smelled like that thing in the mall."

This gets Amelia's full attention. "What kind of thing? What did it look like? Did it hurt either of you?"

Sarah is staring daggers at Amelia so I answer. "It was a blackness. It didn't look like anything except darkness. It shot something at Sarah and only barely missed taking out her heart."

Amelia hisses and makes a sign in the air that I don't recognize. Now her face is pure white again. "Did it touch her? Sarah, did it touch you?"

Rather than answer her, Sarah stands and shows her the side with the wound. It's healed but there's a pink scar in its place. The scar seems smaller than the hole was originally so I guess that will go away, too. Amelia stands and steps closer. Sarah bares he teeth but lets her do it.

Amelia traces her finger along the scar. She presses her hand against it and closes her eyes in concentration. Frowning, she pulls a small piece of clear paper from a hidden pocket on the side of her dress. From the same pocket she takes a charcoal pencil. She draws a large circle in the middle of the paper and then a smaller circle inside the larger one. She takes the salt tin from the table and pinches a few grains between her fingers. She licks her fingers and then rubs the salt in the middle of the small circle.

Sarah and I watch quietly. We've seen what she's done before. We know she's not normal and we only assume she's got some new trick up her sleeve. She goes to place the paper on Sarah's side but my hand reaches out lightning-quick and grabs her wrist. I keep the growl out of my voice when I ask her what she's doing.

She grits her teeth and talks through them. "Please let up a fraction; you're going to break my wrist. I'm simply trying to see how badly she's hurt." I still smell nothing from her but she seems sincere so I let her go.

She shakes her wrist and glares at me. Sarah smiles and places her hand at the back of my neck. Amelia presses the paper against Sarah's side with the small circle roughly in the middle of where the wound was. We wait for a moment and then the grains of salt on the paper burn small black holes in the paper. Nothing else happens.

Amelia shakes her head in wonder. "Incredible. You should be dead right now. The merest touch of that monstrosity is enough to kill over time. I've heard the wolves healed quickly but this is unprecedented. Your blood runs hot and strong, miss." She sighs. "I've watched close friends die from the same kind of wounds before I could help them and they were very strong indeed. You will heal completely from this. A strong alpha, indeed."

Sarah brushes her side and sits again. "So, what was the thing in the mall?"

"A demon's spawn." Amelia answers. "Or near enough. Something that only knows how to destroy life. When I left you yesterday I was trying to find that creature's master. Perhaps it knew that and waited for me to leave in order to kill you. Or perhaps the thing that attacked you wasn't the master. I will destroy it when I find it." She says the last with utter conviction and I feel there's something she's not telling me.

"Or I will." I tell her. "It almost killed my... it almost killed Sarah."

Amelia covers her small cup with her right hand and the water inside boils. She takes a tiny pouch from her pocket and picks out little twigs. These go in the cup and she stirs the mix with her finger, apparently not bothered by boiling water.

"Your mate. You can say it, you know. That's the real reason I'm here this morning. You killed the creature in the mall so I owe you a small favor. I was set to destroy it but since you both took care of it, I was able to save that man's life. He'll die young because of what that thing did but he didn't die yesterday so that's a small victory." Her face is sad when she tells us about the choking man. "That aside, I have some time this morning and I wanted to pay you back for yesterday."

Sarah looks at me and then back at Amelia. "Fine. Questions. Okay. What are we?"

"Berserkers." Amelia answers immediately. "In the past, the wolves were the elite soldiers and mercenaries - nearly unstoppable once their blood was up. I've heard stories of them but never have I seen one in person. You two are the first and for all I know perhaps the only ones."

Now I'm really curious. "What happened to them?"

Amelia shrugs. "War. There was a war at one time." Her eyes focus inward. "A long time ago. We were losing. The call went out to fall back and gather our strength but the wolves wouldn't leave. They refused to give up."

Small tears well up in the corner of her eyes and she clears her throat before continuing. "The enemy killed all of their young. The demons and their allies killed the caretakers and then killed the pups while the parents were away. They hoped it would cause the wolves to quit the campaign against them. In that they were... very wrong. By the time we were able to rally forth again, the enemy had scattered and the wolves were almost all dead. They only found the alpha of one group still alive. Everything below her waist was gone and one arm was missing. She had torn out the throat of a bull troll and was holding it down with her other arm until it died." Tears roll down her cheeks. "She wouldn't let anyone near her to try to help. She howled and died and that was the last one. The reports were very clear that there was nothing they could for her do in any case."

Sarah has a grip on my leg and it's painful. There's a killing anger coming from her and the short hairs on the back of her neck are up. I lean over to nuzzle her neck and she rubs back against me. It helps her to calm down but she is drawing blood on my leg with her fist. I cover her hand with my own and squeeze her gently.

Amelia watches sympathetically. "I've been chasing one of their lieutenants for a long time. That may have been the thing on the roof or it may not. If it knows what you both are then it will kill you as soon as it can. Their defeat instilled a terror in them when it comes to the wolves."

"What are we? You said we're berserkers but that doesn't tell me shit. Why me? Why us?" Sarah demands.

Amelia shrugs uncomfortably. "The wolves were a close-knit group so most of what we know are guesses or information gathered by the other weres. We think the Change is passed down by an infection of some kind. But, not easily. A simple bite won't do it. Something else is involved but we have no idea what it is. Some wolves were... intimate with non-weres and they never Changed." She's looking down at the table and she's blushing again.

"I have absolutely no idea how it could just manifest itself in someone. It is always passed down by the parents but we would have known before now if there were wolves still alive and active." Amelia looks at Sarah for a moment. "It's too coincidental that it could've happened to both of you at the same time. Was it you, first?" Sarah nods curtly.

Amelia looks down at the table again. "May I ask how he changed?"

Sarah glares and her nose twitches. "We fucked. I was changing and we fucked. He changed while we were fucking." She emphasizes the word 'fuck' every time she says it and Amelia seems to shrink into herself each time. She sips her tea to hide how uncomfortable she is. "Yes, well. I can only assume that something had a hand in this. Were you attracted to him before this?"

Sarah looks at me before answering. "Yeah, I was. I was waiting for him to ask me out. I kept dropping hints in the past few weeks but he's blind as well as dumb."

I stare back at her. "Wait, what? When?"

She sighs in exasperation. "Seriously? You didn't think me leaning over your shoulder and brushing against you was a clue? Or asking what you were doing on the weekend and telling you I had nothing going on and no plans? Fuckin' men." She thinks to herself. "Huh. Yeah. About a month ago something changed. I thought he was cute before but that was it. Then I started having dreams about him." She grins. "Wet dreams. They were nice. And, when I got close to him he smelled good."

Amelia is nodding her head. "I'd heard something like this before. You picked your mate and then the Change happened. It must've been waiting for you to make your decision. How you came to have it is a mystery but it was waiting for a moment like that. For someone like him. That's why he changed with you so easily." She looks at both of us again. "You do realize that it's for life, correct? The wolves always mated for life. In the records we have, none of them mentions a break between the alpha male and alpha female. Other pack mates may come and go but the alphas never left each other. Even pack members rarely left. "

She frowns. "The alphas die together when it's by old age. One seems to follow the other into death naturally. But, if one falls in a fight, the other will wipe everything out until his or her death. Passionate. Far too passionate. A surviving alpha never lives long. They search for death." She glances up at the clock and I can tell she's getting ready to leave.

That completes my thought from last night. If Sarah had died, I would never give up the hunt for that thing. Job, money, happiness... nothing would have mattered. If it had allies, they would be next. I wouldn't be able to stop. I feel my anger coming back and have to choke it down.

I pull Sarah over to me and kiss her temple. "I understand. I wouldn't have it any other way. I would never give this back even if it meant that I die today. It may sound like a trashy romance movie but there's this large hole in me that only she fills. I would die for her."

Amelia frowns slightly and sighs. "I know. Thus has it always been."

"So now what?" I ask her.

She shrugs. "Stay away from humans. You can imagine what they would do to you if they knew. Unlike me, you cannot hide your true selves."

Huh. Yeah. Humans. I'm not one of them any more. Neither of us are -- not even in this shape.

I shake my head. "That's not what I meant. I mean how are you going to help me find the thing that attacked... my mate?" Something about the way I say 'mate' makes Sarah wet and she opens her legs wide under the table and growls contentedly.

Amelia's eyes widen. "Far too dangerous! By a mere glancing blow it can kill! You have no idea..."

But I'm up and leaning in to face her. I've pulled my lips back and I'm pretty sure she can read my intentions in my eyes. "You. Don't. Understand." My voice rumbles and my muscles tense in response. "He hurt her. I will kill him. Whatever it takes. You're looking for him so you can help me find him." It's strange. A lot has happened in the past two days and I should be freaking out about a lot of things but my overriding thought is of Sarah down with a hole in her.

I can see Amelia struggling with herself. It takes her a long time to talk again. "You two have no idea how precious you are. It's not easy for wolves to conceive pups but it happens! And if you are here there may be more like you. The wolves could return again! If you throw your lives away now then who knows how long it could take next time!" She's yelling at me but I'm not moving. The table is shaking under me and probably about to break. I don't care.

Amelia closes her eyes. "You won't change your mind. I don't even know why I bothered." She takes a breath and continues. "As berserkers the wolves were uncontainable. When you're full into the Change it's extremely hard to stop you. It was supremely difficult to calm the both of you back at the mall and that only worked at all because neither of you were all the way Changed." Sarah mutters "fucking whore" at this but Amelia ignores her and continues. "You both naturally heal incredibly fast and now you're aging slowly. At the mall you felt what happened when you were close to that demon spawn. If a normal human approached the creature, they would've died. Instantly. It barely slowed either of you down and you weren't even fully Changed. I was straining to hold it back while trying to dissolve it. You both just..."

Amelia takes a breath before continuing. "Each animal has their own unique personality types. The wolves were loyal to their deaths and raw. Sex, killing, hunting. It was all mixed together. One thing blended to the next easily for them. Uncontrollable raw power. It's a wonder you can both control yourselves right now. Emotions and sexual appetite were especially intense immediately following the initial Change."

She looks down at her hands. "I'm powerful -- more so than many like me but I don't know how much damage I could do to either of you if your blood were up. I suspect I wouldn't last long at all even with all of my abilities."

I sit back down and stare at her. "So?"

Amelia sighs. "So I'll visit again tomorrow night. My enemy is not without his own abilities. He's scattered his trail since yesterday but they cannot stand to be near humans unless they're hunting and that narrows it down. I'll know for certain tonight."

Amelia stands to go. We simply watch her. In another age and under other circumstances I might have stood when she did. Her teacup is gone and I don't remember seeing her do anything with it. The acrid smell of her tea still lingers so it was at least real.

"Hey, you mentioned 'other weres' earlier. Are there more of us?" I ask Amelia.

"No. Not any more wolves that I know about. But other kinds, yes." She's gathering herself to leave but I'm still curious.

"Where are they? Will they talk to us? Should we talk to them?" I wonder what kind they are. Cats? Birds? What kind of animals do we have around here? Deer? A were-deer? Not exactly something to inspire terror.

Amelia looks at me for a moment before answering. "I... I wouldn't approach them if you ever found them. According to the records, the wolves had a strong reputation. Some of them may know about it and will fear you both. And these other groups are not always on the best of terms. The wisest decision would be to wait and see."

"But..." I start.

Amelia doesn't give me a chance to continue. "I thank you both for your hospitality and I swear I will not go alone to face this demon." She walks to the door, opens it and then pauses. The light from outside highlights her slim figure and her hair glows reddish-gold. "I..." she starts. She's looking outside and not at us. "I wasn't sure I could face him alone. The wolves were legendary in their time. I'm grateful for your help as much as it pains me to require it." And then, she's gone.

 CHAPTER 13

I'm so hungry but Sarah is sitting next to me naked and still wet from me calling her my mate. The smell is rich and thick and fills my nose. We haven't fucked properly since yesterday. My sudden hard-on slams into the bottom of the table. I grab Sarah and stand with her. She immediately wraps herself around me and we kiss and bite each other. She reaches down and grabs my cock. Furniture shakes when I push her hard against the wall.

"Fuck me. Do it. Do it. I want you in me. Ohhhhhh..." She's got her legs around my ass. She's trying to reach for my dick but she can't get her hands between us. I've got her crushed against me. My dick is rubbing against her clit while we're moving and it slides around her sopping wet crotch. She flexes her stomach and now I'm rubbing against her pussy lips. "Jesus! Yes! Fuuuck! Call me your mate again! Oh, fuck! Call me your bitch!"