We hadn't bothered to wait for breakfast at the B&B, so we stopped at a Starbucks in the newer area of Oak Noll. I stared out the window watching nothing, trying to think of anything else but last night. My brother absorbed in his tablet, mom and dad comparing notes and debating on where to stop next. It wasn't really a debate. Mom always got him to stop where she wanted.
It was close to noon when we drove into another forgettable town. I followed my parents into an antique store and looked around for a few minutes then went back outside and sat with Jake on a bench across the street.
After a few minutes, he looked at me and in one of those rare lucid moments between a sister and her baby brother he asked, "Jen, were you scared?"
I looked at him, trying to see if he was sincere or just going to rib me when I answered. He had a concerned look on his face.
"Yeah, I was, it happened so fast."
"Do you know what kind of dog it was?"
"Jake, it didn't look like no dog."
"Huh?"
I stared into the parking lot, seeing the thing in my mind. "It was huge. It must of been seven feet tall and it stood up. It had pointy ears. His shoulders were broad and it didn't seem to have a neck. Its paws had pointed claws. He stood and walked at me at first, then crouched down on all fours and ran at me. I fell and he was on top of me. He smelled horrible. His breath was worse. Its mouth was large with sharp yellow teeth. The top of his long muzzle was wide and, I swear Jake, its eyes glowed red."
I looked down at Jake. His had a puzzled look on his face and I waited for one of his wise-ass cracks. But he looked back down at his iPad without saying a word. I shrugged my shoulders thinking, "Well so much for my little brothers concern or believing me."
"Did it look like this?"
Jake held up his iPad. There was a picture, a drawing, of the thing. We both said together, "That's a werewolf." I looked at the screen.
"Sis, I think those guys were just fucking with you. They were probably playing some kind of hunt game. One guy puts on a wolf costume and his buddies try and track him down. You happen to show up, they scare the shit out of you and they have a good laugh. Remember the waitress telling us to stay in last night. Didn't want anyone interfering with their fun."
I thought, "The little bastard is right. It was dark, I was scared. My imagination got the better of me."
I loudly agreed with Jake's take of last night. "Those motherfuckers!"
An elderly couple walking by, giving me a startled glance. After they passed, Jake and I looked at each other and laughed.
Jake wet back to his iPad, "I can't wait to text the guys and tell them about your werewolf."
"Oh, please don't." I begged, "You know the kinda crap I'd have to put up with. Come on Jake don't.".
He looked up at me and, I don't know if it was the expression on my face or him a just, for once, being human, said, "Okay, but you owe me. Unless you turn into a werebitch by next full moon, then I let everyone know."
"Asshole."
But at least we both were smiling.
The next two weeks dragged on. I had no more dreams of the "werewolf". Once in a while I'd have a bit of anger at those old men playing some kind of role-playing hunting game and using me as part of it, scaring me half to death. But then I'd just let it go, thinking one day I'd probably laugh about it.
The week at Ocean City was cathartic. I met a couple of other girls that had just graduated too and hung out with them the whole week. Jake had his first crush. He was so cute.
When we got home, I had a couple weeks to get ready to leave. I couldn't wait to go, mixed with some apprehension about leaving.
I remember hearing a comment one afternoon in passing. A mother talking to another about how her kids were acting up and blaming it on tonight's full moon.
Later that evening as the shadows grew longer, my thoughts went back to Canterville, the woods, the face of that "werewolf". Again, it seemed so real. Everything that night was so real.
As the sun set, I remembered what my dad had taught me; "A full moon rises with the setting of the sun". I sat in my room and watched the light fade. I suddenly felt tired, afraid. I glanced at the clock, it was almost nine, but I was so sleepy. I changed into my pj's, a light pull over soft cotton blouse, matching shorts, crawled into bed and closed my eyes.
A violent shiver shot through me. My eyes wide open. I looked around. "What the fuck?" I was standing on a path in the woods. "Canterville. Shit, it's the same woods." There was the moonlight shining through the trees. A fine mist catching it. I felt the dirt of the path on my feet. I looked down. I was naked! My tits jutting from my chest, nipples hard and pointing. Goosebumps all over me. The loudness of the crickets and frogs, ringing in my ears. My breathing heavy.
"Wake up Jenny." I told myself. It would not be the last time I begged myself to do so this night.
Then the sudden, silence.
I turned, knowing where to look, knowing what I was going to see. Crouching on the path was a dark mass in the mist. It started to rise. That large shape formed. Pointed ears, large head, no neck, broad shoulder, long arms, sharp shaped paws. Its fur glistening in the moonlight. Then its eyes, glowing red.
It took a step towards me, then another, another. Just like the first time I froze. Then its pace quickened. It crouched down on all fours and sprinted towards me. I stumbled backward, fell to the ground. I could feel the leaves, twigs against the bare skin of my back.
Then he was on me. His face staring down into mine. That awful smell from his fur and breath.
My mind screaming, "Jenny, wake up!"
He leaned closer, its muzzle against my hair, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed it. Then moving down the side of face, neck, he pushed his snout into my underarm, inhaling the odor it gave. He looked up at face. His long-pointed tongue, swiped at my hairless armpit, as if he was tasting me. Then his wet tongue, moved to my right tit, circling it, then he grasped it, pulled it, then massaged it as it was wrapped in his tongue. He released it, looking up at me with his reddish eyes, slid his tongue across my chest and did the same to my other tit. I lay still, letting him manipulate me. Afraid to even breath.
He picked his head up and placed both paws on my outstretched biceps, pinning me to the ground. He raised his head and howled, the sound filling the night.
He again, looked down at me, moved his paws off my arms. He then moved down my body. His long slobbering tongue, caressing me as he moved. Again, swiping across my chest, then stomach, down between my thighs. He licked my inner thighs. His tongue and muzzle pushing them farther apart. With his nostrils flaring, I could feel the warmth the air escaping from them against my pussy. He then sniffed deeply, burying his muzzle between my thighs, into my crotch.
Then I felt it! The tip of his pointed tongue sliding up and down the slit of my pussy lips.
"Oh, dear God Jenny, wake up!"
I lifted myself up on my elbows and stared down at the scene. My wide open spread thin thighs on either side of the beast's canine face. His eyes closed, his nostrils flaring, inhaling my pussy's scent. I couldn't see it but felt the tip of his smooth tongue plying my pussylips apart. Then the shock of quick, sharp pain as the tip of his tongue entered my virgin pussy severing the thin skin of my hymen.
His eyes opened wide as the trickle of blood from the wound hit his tongue. The taste awakening his animal thirst. The pointed tip of his tongue, scraping the inner walks of my cunt, like a finger. The flat part of his tongue pressed against my pussylips, moving up and down. He was lapping up my juices. My clit being massaged and awakened to his animalistic manipulations.
His course tongue transformed now to a soft, smooth, silky texture. My pussy responded. Secreting more of my essence, flowing over his mouth.
