Now that I knew he was a werebear, I could see the signs that I had missed before. His hairiness aside, there was something bearlike about the way he held himself. He didn't walk, he lumbered. Most of all, I noticed that his brown eyes, though still as cute as ever, were wise beyond his nineteen years. They held the wisdom of the ancient, knowing bear.

  Sometimes when we were in private, he would change to his bear form and we would just hang out together. He would lie on my stomach or put his head in my lap, and I would stroke his soft fur. I was growing to appreciate both sides of him. He was just as gentle and kind as a bear as he was as a human. In his changed form, he was like a huge, affectionate pet.

  Although we spent nearly all our free time together, one place I didn't bring him was my weekly board game night with my guy friends. It had been too much of a disaster the first time, and Asher didn't even seem to mind me going without him.

  Ben, Luke and Mike didn't seem surprised when I finally told them the other night, as casually as I could, that Asher and I are going out now. “Of course she's doing him,” Luke muttered to the other guys.

  “I'm not doing anyone! Now, can we get back to the game?”

  The mood was tense, but once the board game pieces were moving around the board again, they began to loosen up again. I swear, it's as if they were jealous. But none of them ever hit on me when I was single. And I wouldn't have dated any of them, either. I thought we were good friends; I didn't understand what their problem was.

  That night, I won the game. Instead of congratulating me, though, the guys just looked annoyed.

  Luke pulled me aside before I left. I was still smiling from my win, even if no one else was happy for me. “Eden, I want you to be careful,” Luke told me. “That guy isn't good for you.”

  “What do you mean? Of course he is.”

  “He wants to get in your pants,” Luke said quietly.

  I rolled my eyes. “Okay, he does want to, but I'm not letting him. Not that it's any of your business.”

  “It is my business, because I don't want my friend to get hurt.” Luke wasn't easy to brush off, and his tone was serious. “He's a guy, and not the type of guy that goes for girls like you. He's probably just going to date you until you let him fuck you, and then he'll leave you.”

  “Girls like me? What is that supposed to mean?” I didn’t have to wait for whatever weak answer Luke would have come up with. I knew exactly what he meant, even if I was too proud to admit it. I could see it as well as he could, even if I kept denying it.

  “Never mind,” I said after a moment of silence. “I’ll let him fuck me if I want to. And maybe I will soon. It’s my choice, Luke, not yours.”

  I started to walk away, but Luke had a few more words to say. “I'm just worried about you, Eden,” he told me. “I know what guys are like. I am one. A guy like that goes for a girl like you for a reason. I just want you to know what you're getting yourself into.”

  “Look, I appreciate it, Luke, but actually you have no idea what I'm getting myself into. Thank you, though. For real.” I did appreciate his concern, but he had no idea what my situation really was. And there was really nothing he could do.

  What I didn’t understand was why he was even so worried in the first place. He had never been so interested in my love life before – well, not that I had ever had one before.

  The next night was last night. I guess it was technically tonight, since I haven't slept. I'm sitting here at five am, still in my street clothes since I've been too anxious to change into my pajamas. I really only started writing in here because I couldn't bring myself to sleep.

  But I'm jumping ahead of myself. I said I would write this in order, and that's what I'm going to do!

  Asher had a night class, so I walked down to campus to meet him after he got out. The students poured out of the lecture hall all together, but Asher stood out from the rest easily. Not only is he taller than ninety percent of them, he's also about twice as handsome!

  I ran up to him and gave him a big kiss. A twinge ran through my body, particularly through the little nub Asher taught me is my clit. Even now, with a few weeks of kissing experience under my belt, the feel of his lips on mine is unbelievable.

  “What do you want to do tonight?” I asked as we walked, hand in hand, to his car.

  “You know what I want to do,” he said with a bearish grin. “You just won't let me.”

  I frowned; Luke's words from the night before came back to me. Was it possible that he had been right? Asher wanted me for more than sex, didn't he?

  Seeing the expression on my face, Asher squeezed my hand. “I'm kidding, sweetie.”

  “No, you're not.”

  Reaching his car, we climbed into the front seats. My face still felt tight; I almost wanted to cry.

  “Eden? Are you okay? I was just kidding,” Asher said, worry in his voice now.

  I couldn't look at him. “If you just want sex, you'd better find it from somewhere else. You're not going to get any here.”

  “What are you talking about?” he asked. A realization seemed to come to him. “Is it those friends of yours saying things to you about me? I hope you're not listening to them.”

  “They didn't say anything I couldn't have thought of myself! Are you only interested in sex, Asher?” I crossed my arms and glared at him. It was bizarre to think that a few weeks before I had hardly been able to believe that he was attracted to me, and now I was accusing him of only wanting me for my body.

  “Sweetie, of course I don't just want you for sex. We were friends for months before we started dating. Remember? Was I trying to get in your pants then?”

  I thought about it. “No...” I admitted.

  “Are we having sex now?”

  I frowned. “No...”

  “Then how could I only be interested in sex?” he asked, his brown eyes wide and sincere. Reaching for my hand, he squeezed it between both of his.

  My head drooped. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get mad at you. I guess I just worry that I'm not... keeping you satisfied.”

  “Satisfied!” All worry gone, he chuckled out loud now. “You've seen how satisfied I am. I'm pretty sure I've sprayed my satisfaction all over this car.”

  “Really?” I asked. “So you don't want... more?”

  Now Asher burst out laughing. “Of course I want more!” His laugh disappeared as his voice became more intense. “I'd like to make love to you all day and all night for a week straight, Eden. I want to kiss, lick, and worship every inch of your gorgeous body. I want to - I would kill just to be inside of you for one minute.”

  I was breathing hard now, too. My panties were dampening, but Asher wasn't telling me what I really wanted to know. “So you're not happy?” I asked.

  He sighed. “I am happy. But I still want more. Does that make sense to you?”

  “Not really.” I stroked his hand carefully. It wasn't quite true that it didn't make sense. I wanted more from him, too. I just didn't want to do anything I would regret. I needed to trust him completely before I let him go any further with me. “You want to get in the back seat?”

  “Here? Now?” He looked around the parking lot. It wasn't crowded, but it wasn't exactly empty, either. “It's still kind of light out.”

  “There's nobody around.” I smiled at him. “We can risk it.”

  “Fine by me!”

  A few seconds later, we were in the back, our lips joining together and our hands all over each other. I wanted him so badly it was almost painful, but we had to take things slowly. If he truly felt the same way about me that I felt about him, he would be willing to wait.

  I kissed him more passionately than usual, sucking his lower lip between mine and nipping it gently with my teeth. He groaned softly at the gentle bite. “Who's the bear here, me or you?” he asked.

  “You can bite me, too.”

  The bite he gave me next sent a jolt of energy directly to my clit. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him still more fervently.

  Easing myself onto his lap, I bent my head so that it wouldn't hit the ceiling and kissed him again. His body was firm and muscular below mine. He ran his hands over me, seeming to take pleasure somehow in my curves and jiggles.

  My hands slid down his arms to find his slim waist. I pulled up the hem of his shirt to touch his smooth back. We had gone this far before, but tonight I was ready for a little bit more. I wanted him to be satisfied; I didn't want him to be missing anything that another girl could give him. “Can I take your shirt off?” I whispered into his ear.

  Without answering, he shifted me slightly to the side and pulled his sweater quickly over his head. In the fading light, his body was as perfect as I had always imagined it to be. The forest of hair on his chest nearly concealed two dark nipples; his stomach was a perfectly outlined six-pack.

  “Your body is incredible,” I said softly.

  He shook his head. “Not as incredible as yours.”

  I didn't know if he would keep thinking that once he actually saw my body. But he had felt it enough times. It was only fair that he get to see it, especially now that I had seen his. My nervousness was palpable as I reached for the bottom of my own top and began to lift. Catching my hands in his, he stopped me. “What are you doing? Are you sure?”

  I shrugged. Why didn't he want me to take off my top? Did he not really like my body? Maybe he was just lying to me about liking it, and he really only liked me for my personality.

  Then I almost had to laugh at myself. A minute ago I had nearly convinced myself that he only liked me for sex. Which one was it?

  Even though I knew I was being silly, I still hesitated. “You don't want me to take it off?”

  “I just don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with,” he said, concern in his brown eyes again.

  “I'm comfortable,” I said, glancing around one more time to make sure there was no one else in the parking lot. The coast seemed to be clear. “I want you to see me. Just... be nice...”

  I couldn't look at his face as I pulled the top over my head, ducking low to get it past my blonde ponytail. I didn't want to see his reaction as he took in my chubby body for the first time. With my clothes on, he had been fooled into thinking I was attractive, but I just knew he was going to find me ugly, even repulsive, without them.

  It was his gasp that made me look at him again. He was staring at me with a look of absolute desire, his eyes wide and his mouth hanging open. So he thought I looked okay so far, I guessed. Sitting on his lap up close to him with my bra still on, he probably couldn't tell much about what my body really looked like.

  But the next thing I knew was him caressing me all over, even every ripple of fat and love handle. It was like when I petted him as a bear, but in reverse. He stroked me gently until I began to arch my back against his touch, rubbing myself against his hand as if asking for more.

  I still had one thing on my top half. He looked up at me, his face between my boobs. “Can I take this off?” he asked, his hands already finding the hook at the back of my bra.

  My back was tense as I answered, “Yes.”

  I closed my eyes, unwilling to face the disappointment he would certainly feel as he saw how big and saggy my boobs were.

  “Eden?” His voice was so quiet and serious I didn't know what to think.

  “Yes?”

  “You have an unbelievable body. You know that, right?”

  I shook my head, not knowing what to say. Part of me still thought he was making fun of me. That a bunch of his friends were going to jump out from some bushes and laugh in my face for thinking that a guy like him could be interested in me, the way that the popular guy's friends would in some stupid teen movie.

  “You're so ridiculously fucking hot, and you don't even know it. I can't believe this,” he said. He took my boobs in his hands and caressed them. Then, seeming to give up on subtlety, he stuck his head between them and shook it back and forth like a bear shaking itself after getting wet. My boobs jiggled madly, and he grabbed them to squeeze them even closer to his head. “I can't believe it!”

  “What?”

  “You, sweetie, you!”

  My clit twinged almost painfully as he took one of my nipples into his mouth and began to suck. With his other hand, he squeezed my other nipple. Never in my life had I felt such a sensation, sending a tingling feeling through my entire body! He had only cupped my boobs over my bra before, and of course no one else had ever sucked them. Even on my own, I had never thought to play with my nipples.

  Wanting to give him some of the same pleasure back, I took one of his own nipples between two fingers and squeezed it softly. He gave a low groan, and I shifted on his lap so that I could take the other one into my other hand.

  “You drive me wild,” he groaned. His hand found the zipper of my jeans and undid it quickly. I parted my legs, eager to feel the touch of his fingers on my clit. Every time he fingered me, it seemed to get better and better.

  This time, though, he didn't touch me there right away. “Take those off,” he murmured.

  “My jeans?”

  “Everything.”

  I wasn't sure about getting completely naked in the back of his car in the middle of the parking lot, but my pounding clit wasn't going to let me say no. Slipping off my shoes first, I wriggled out of my jeans and my soaking wet panties.

  “Lie down on the seat,” he said, himself moving back toward the car door.

  I didn't understand; what did he want? I did as he told me to without asking questions, though, lying back and spreading my legs as best as I could in the narrow space. I almost wished he would just slide his big cock into my empty, wet hole. It would feel so good.

  I could already imagine every gasp and moan that I would give as he took me for real for the first time. He would be so happy, so satisfied if I agreed to do that with him. But I knew that I would regret it later if I let him.

  He knelt on the seat as best as he could, then dropped his body flat. What was he doing? His head was right between my legs. It was almost as if he was going to -

  Oh.

  Yes, dear Diary, you guessed it! Maybe I'm too innocent to have known it was coming, but you probably already knew. His tongue touched me where his fingers had before, licking up my wetness to my clit and then back down again. Propping himself up on his elbows, he looked up at me. “How's that?”

  “It's amazing.”

  That answer seemed to be what he had been hoping for, because he went back to work, doing what he had been doing with even more vigor. I wriggled against the seat, rubbing myself against his tongue. I wanted more, more.

  Without stopping what he was doing, he eased one finger inside me again. He hadn't done that since the first time we had been in the back seat together; he knew that it hurt me, and didn't want to cause me any pain. This time, though, it didn't hurt as much as the first time. There was still a little bit of pain, but his tongue on my clit helped me to ignore it and focus on what felt good instead.

  Asher was lapping at me the way that, as a bear, he would lap at my hand. I groaned as his tongue circled around and around my clit and his finger probed my insides. A moan came out of me, louder than I intended it to be.

  He looked up at me, his brown eyes perfectly innocent. “Does it not feel good?”

  “It feels too good.”

  I tried to relax as he went back to licking my clit, two fingers knuckle-deep inside of me. It made me nervous, but as he kept going, it started to feel better and better. His fingers were filling me up in a way I had never been filled before, and his tongue on my clit felt even better than his fingers on it did.

  He moved his hand back and forth, going faster until he was poking his fingers into me quickly. At the same time, he licked me harder and faster. My body responded to the intensified stimulation, and before I knew it, my fists were squeezing open and shut and my legs shook uncontrollably.

  “I'm coming!” I gasped. I was getting used to having orgasms now - he had brought me to a few, and I had even given them to myself on my own on nights when I hadn't been able to see him - but this one was on a whole different level.

  With his fingers in my pussy and his tongue on me, it was much more intense than it was with only his fingers stroking my clit.

  My body jerked wildly, but Asher didn't stop what he was doing. He slowed down, withdrawing his fingers, before finally bringing his head up from between my legs.

  He climbed onto the seat, his jeans scratching across my naked body as he bent to give me a long kiss. For the first time, I felt his bare chest against my own. I clung to him with all the affection I held for him, kissing him until he pulled away.

 

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