"So was I." Lindie reminded him. "Just keep an eye on her for now. If you have another dream like the last one, kill her. Trust me."
"What about Becca?" Randy asked.
"She'll remember you soon enough. When she does, don't be surprised if she resumes her gymnastics on your gorgeous cock." Lindie smiled. "And no, I'm not jealous. Just remember what I said about Charlotte. She'll remember you, too, eventually."
Randy kissed Lindie on the forehead and then returned to his room. Whatever thoughts he had of a lasting, intimate relationship with Lindie were now fading. She was right. She was always right, and for the moment, that bothered him.
Charlotte was the first to hop off the bed, naked, and tugged at Randy's clothes. As she pulled his shorts down around his ankles, his thick tool sprang up and hit her on the chin. She took the head of his cock in her mouth and licked and sucked expertly.
Becca took her time stepping off the bed, meeting them halfway, and concentrated on kissing Randy on the mouth. She really knew how to kiss.
His erection swelled and he felt sharp teeth press into his shaft. He looked down and Charlotte looked up at him with devilishly promiscuous eyes. As much as she could smile with a large cock in her mouth, she smiled and laughed, and then let Becca worship his thick member for a while.
For the next two hours, Randy, Becca, and Charlotte engaged in sex in various positions, and enjoyed multiple orgasms, each. No transformations occurred. No supernatural animals, actual or hallucinated, made an appearance. All three felt as if they were just going through the motions, though. It was almost as if there was neither love nor lust in their hearts for the other.
When they finished, Randy was surprisingly exhausted. He couldn't remember ever feeling so tired. But he couldn't allow himself to fall asleep. Becca purred asleep under his right arm, but Charlotte just lay under his left, looking up at him, staring, not blinking, and letting a curious grin form on her face. He looked at her closely as if trying to read her thoughts. Charlotte closed her eyes and let her grin slip away as she fell asleep. Randy laid there, heart pounding heavily, eyes wide staring at Charlotte, watching her until the following morning.
In the weeks that followed, Randy moved to a different hotel, while Lindie attempted to learn more about her distant relatives. Becca started a whole new relationship with Randy, complete with rediscovery, infatuation, and feelings of love for him.
Charlotte, however, became distant. She had no recollection of Randy's transformation, and if she did, she didn't bring it up. She also wasn't sure if Randy was the one that deflowered her, but she no longer cared, either. She looked at him differently, not in the same way that Becca looked at Randy. She found him attractive, but there was something else. Something that made Randy's eye twitch whenever she was around.
Charlotte began to dress sexier, opting for heels, stockings, and increasingly shorter skirts, and abandoned her capri pants and sweatshirts. Most of the boys she knew from high school either had summer jobs at the local comic book store, the local big box home-improvement store, or were just trying to figure themselves out before starting school again in the Fall.
She hung out at the comic book store, as there was always something to look at, and always someone to look at her. Her mother thought Charlotte was a nice girl, but was trying a little too hard to find a boyfriend. Charlotte let her keep on thinking that.
Her mom didn't need to know that Charlotte hung out at the comic book store because that's where she could be routinely felt up, fingered, and even face-fucked if the timing was right.
Most of the patrons were shy, or scared, or in such disbelief of what they were looking at, that they couldn't approach her.
Once in awhile, though, a boy or two would look over her shoulder while she pretended to look at a comic, reach down, and feel her soft, firm ass under her playful, cheerleader-like skirt. She'd return the favor by either arching her ass out to let them know she wasn't wearing panties, or reach down and rub one or both cocks in their loose-fitting jeans. The first time she bent down to unzip one boy's fly, the other boy pushed two fingers in her slit, soon replacing it with his modest cock. She sat next to one of them in homeroom last year, and he always seemed nice. The other was his quiet friend. She could only assume that she wasn't their first girl, but she had the feeling she was the first girl that let them fuck her at the same time.
Unlike other girls just under 19, Charlotte wasn't worried about becoming pregnant. She was primed and ready, at first glance, but somewhere inside her, she knew she wouldn't have to worry about becoming pregnant. As if it simply was never going to happen.
The boys were cute and enthusiastic, but still boys. She wanted to be fucked by a man, and not just one. She wanted several, either at the same time, or one after the other in quick succession. But she wasn't going to find a group of guys like that at the comic books store. She was too young to hang out at bars. Nobody would believe a fake ID, either. She was cursed with looking very young, despite being months away from 19.
The boys that worked the counter didn't bother Charlotte as long as she didn't get caught, and as long as no fights broke out in the store. She brought in business, perhaps because the clientele almost felt obligated to buy something after receiving a free blowjob from such a cute girl, or a free fuck from such a young little slut.
Visions of Randy would occasionally enter Charlotte's mind. She didn't dwell on him. In fact, it was almost as if she had made a conscious effort to forget about him. But when she did remember him, the memories felt altered, as if she experienced everything one way, but was remembering everything differently. She remembered being scared, at first, but then warming up to his size... accommodating him in both her pussy and her ass. And she remembered that he came hard, and she came hard. She wanted that again. Not necessarily with him, and not sure why not. She didn't think of Randy as a sexual god or lover. He was attractive, and big in every respect. But when she forced herself to think about him or remember his face, one word kept creeping into her mind: meat.
By mid-Summer, Randy and Becca were officially dating. Becca lost her part-time job at the hotel, but continued taking college classes, and Randy offset her expenses with what he earned as a tow-truck driver. Charlotte wasn't sure how a tow-truck driver could afford a high-maintenance girlfriend that Becca was becoming, but he didn't complain, and didn't seem to worry. It was as if he had thousands -- perhaps millions -- stashed away, and driving a tow-truck was just a hobby.
For some reason, though, she sensed that Randy acted just a little differently whenever he noticed she was nearby. He did.
Randy was nice to her, but deep down, despite having fucked her silly on a few occasions, Charlotte knew that Randy felt threatened by her. As if she was someone that needed to be watched.
Their parents didn't seem to object to Becca dating a man almost 20 years her senior, either.
Charlotte thought that was strangely curious.
It wasn't until Randy had become commonplace that the unaltered memory of her deflowering returned in full force.
"A fucking wolf!?!?" Becca exclaimed. "Are you crazy? How is that even possible?"
"I don't know, but I had a dream about him... about us... and he was a wolf," Charlotte explained. "And what's worse, I dreamed someone did something to our heads to make us forget -- or make us remember it differently. I'm not sure it was just a dream."
"Charlotte, I love you, but you're fucked up." Becca said.
"Ask him. Ask him, and make sure you tell him I remember everything, even if you don't," Charlotte purred.
Becca didn't ask. And Charlotte didn't bring it up, again. But whenever Randy came around, Charlotte would look at Becca with a sly little grin, which looked as threatening as it did promiscuous.
As her 19th birthday approached, Charlotte spent less time at the comic book store, and more time around the older crowd, wherever she could find an older crowd. She knew the fake ID wouldn't work on just anyone, so she was selective on where she used it. Thanks to her newly established reputation at the comic book store, there were plenty of gentlemen willing give her ID a half-hearted look, if they looked at all. Their reward was usually immediate, and always satisfying.
If she desired, she could buy beer at half a dozen convenient stores in town. She could get into at least three of the dirtier bars, and there was a better than fifty-percent chance she would get out of a DUI if she ever decided to drive drunk.
If there were a market for prostitution in her town, the whores would have been pissed that Charlotte was giving it away for free, and taking away their business. Fortunately, some of the seedier bars attracted their fair share of barflies and sluts. With the right amount of make-up, a little black dress, and heels, Charlotte fit right in. It took her awhile to find the right outfits, as too little clothing seemed to blatantly reveal her youth. Eventually, she found the right combination that let her pass as a woman in her early twenties. At least, that's what she told herself. The men that picked her up didn't care how old she was, as long as she was naked or partially naked shortly after getting her in their cars or hotel rooms.
Although Charlotte drank the alcohol the gentlemen gave her, she never seemed to get drunk. Not on the booze, at least. On a good night, she would fuck four or five different men. She always started and ended with their cocks in her mouth, insisting they come down her throat. Some of the younger guys had a tough time with that, especially right after they fucked her in the ass. She wouldn't hesitate to take their shit-covered cocks in her mouth and lick them clean -- as long as she could taste their come afterward. The older gentlemen would simply chuckle and allow her to suck them dry, only to resurrect their erections and do it again.
