Bear Gets a Surprise

This is a sequel to "Bear To The Rescue", but it works fine as a stand-alone story.

All sex-having characters are over the age of eighteen.

"Who is she, Dad?"

"Who's who, honey?"

My daughter studied me over her coffee cup. "You know who I mean."

She ticked her points off on her fingers. "You've been moping around the house ever since I've been home. My third-favorite hoodie is missing. And I know I didn't leave an almost-full box of Trojans in my dresser when I headed up to school." She grinned at that last comment. "So, who's the lucky woman?"

Julie had always seen things clearly. Even through her own grief after her mom was killed by a drunk driver, she was always there to see what I needed and to help me get through those next horrible few months. She almost turned down the lacrosse scholarship to Maryland until I finally convinced her that I would be okay on my own.

I sighed. "She's just a woman that I met a few weeks ago. We had a nice weekend together, but she lives three hours away and she's way too young for me." It was clear from Julie's expression that she wasn't convinced.

"Do you still talk to her?"

"We text every once in a while."

Okay, probably every other day. So what?

"Just sounds like someone you might want to try harder with, Dad."

"Like I said, punkin -- she's not much older than you. It feels... weird."

"Did it feel weird that weekend?"

No, sweetheart, it felt like heaven.

"I guess not, but it was just a one-time thing."

"Whatever you say, Daddio." She might have changed the subject, but I could tell that she was not done with it.

I was prepared to pay a little more attention to my daughter the rest of the weekend, but she ended up spending time with her high school BFF Becca. But I did at least resolve not to mope.

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It was only a few weeks later that Julie texted me to tell me she was coming back home for the weekend. It was late enough in the day that I assumed her classes were over, so I actually called her back, putting myself squarely in the "old" category. Who phones anyone anymore?

"Weren't you just here, sweetheart? I hope you're not coming down so often just to check on your old man."

"Dad, come on. I know you're okay. But I've got no classes Friday afternoon and Becca's throwing a party that night, so I thought I'd come back down for that. Unless I'm interrupting some weekend of debauchery by being home?"

I snorted at that. "Yeah, no, not a problem, punkin. C'mon down and maybe we'll at least get a few minutes together."

I worked a little late Friday and stopped off at the store to pick up a few things -- mostly dog food, when I stopped to think about it. I hadn't counted on a beagle pup having quite the appetite that Bono did. I had no idea where he was putting it all, but he was still growing.

When I walked past Julie's bedroom to get to mine to change clothes, I was sure I heard more than one female voice. I figured Becca had come over or that Julie had brought home one of her friends from Maryland and didn't think to mention it.

"Dad, I'm going over to Becca's! Might stay over."

"I thought I heard her in your room just now."

"No, we were facetiming. Just me. What are you doing tonight?"

"I'll probably take Bono out for a long walk before dark and then settle in with a movie."

"You should give Cat a call."

I got a quick peck on the cheek and an odd wink and then she was off. I heard her EV crunching across the gravel as I went downstairs to feed the pup, figuring I'd take a short nap and then take him out for a ramble.

Then it hit me that Julie had not only known Cathy's name, she had decided she was "Cat" - what the hell was going on?

I pulled up Cathy's number and heard it ring, just as I heard a ringtone coming from upstairs. I figured that somehow Julie had left her phone behind, although that seemed unlikely.

Then I heard Cathy's voice in almost stereo -- faint first, and then a second later, loud and coming through the phone speaker.

I think I've mentioned that I can be a little oblivious sometimes, but I'm not stupid. I took the stairs two at a time and rushed to the master bedroom, throwing the door open to find my beautiful auburn-haired friend lying in my bed, still holding her phone up to her ear.

"How's it going, Bear?"

"What...? How...? When...?"

"You're cute when you're flustered. Julie called me. Said you were missing me. And I've been missing you. So here I am." Suddenly she looked a little uncertain. "Is that okay?"

"Baby girl, it is more than okay. It is perfect!"

She grinned, looking relieved. "So, Bear, I just got tested last week and Julie says she's pretty sure you haven't been with anyone but me lately. And I've been lying here for an hour thinking of nothing but getting you inside me again. So why don't you lose those clothes and come fuck me? And leave Julie's condoms in her room."

She pulled the covers back to reveal that she was completely naked, her dancer's legs forming a diamond with the soles of her feet against each other. I could see her dew trickling down the petals of her sex, and I'm pretty sure I set a record for undressing that I'll never surpass.

"Don't make love to me, Bear. There'll be time for that later. Right now I want you to feed that big cock of yours into me and fuck me stupid."

I didn't say a word. I knelt between those luscious legs, raised her ankles up onto my shoulders, and she guided me into her sex with a gasp and a sigh, which were mirrored by my own.

Gods I've missed this woman!

She had requested that I fuck her stupid, and I do try not to disappoint. Her dark red hair was splayed across my pillows and the hypnotic shimmy of her sweet breasts with every hard stroke into her was a sight that hadn't known how much I needed.

Cathy reached up and laced her fingers behind my head and pulled me down and we devoured each other's mouths like we were starving. Her ankles slipped from my shoulders and she wrapped her long legs around me, pressing her heels into my ass, urging me to go harder and harder.

"Bear, baby, that's perfect! Just like that! I'm going to... Fuck! I'm going to cum so hard..." She gasped and her eyes got wide and I stopped trying to hold back my own climax because she was cumming and she was perfect and the night was perfect and, fuck, everything was perfect so of course we came together. The gods wouldn't have allowed anything else.

We held each other as we stilled, our mouths still seeking each other but less frantically, if no less passionately. When I slipped out and lay down beside her, she rolled over, her head on my shoulder, looking into me with eyes that had no more questions.

Sad to say, I did still have a few, but I kept my own counsel for the time being.

"Baby girl, I can't tell you how glad I am that you're here, but how?"

"I told you that you've got a very smart daughter. You know, if you don't wipe down your phone screen, it's easy to see what your unlock pattern is. She saw our texts and it was pretty obvious who I was. She called me and told me you were 'pining' for me."

I snorted at that, but I realized that Julie wasn't wrong. "I may have to ground her for snooping, but then I'll thank her for getting in touch with you. I'm glad you're here."

We snuggled for a while, until I realized that Bono still hadn't had his walk, or his dinner.

"Bear, honey, don't you think he can wait a little while longer? I'd like to see if I can work a little magic on you and go for another round."

She didn't wait for a response, and I was more than happy for her to take charge. She moved down my torso, stroking my cock to at least half-life before she took me into her mouth, licking and sucking as I grew harder. My fingers searched and found her wet and warm pussy, keeping her primed while she brought me back to life.

When she got me fully hard again (which took a lot less time that it's taken me to describe it), she sat up and threw a shapely leg over me, facing my feet. She raised up and guided me inside her with a sigh. She looked back over her shoulder at me, grinned, and then started riding me, slowly and deliberately.

She was almost as much fun to watch as she was to fuck. Her slender back, the dimples just above her ass, the teddy bear tattoo on her right hip (that I realized I did NOT remember previously), the way her butt compressed against me with every downstroke -- all had my heart going a mile a minute.

She picked up speed and soon she was bouncing up and down on me, chasing her orgasm. I had a long way to go so I focused on giving her whatever she needed to get there. She shuddered and squeezed and then let out a shriek as she came again, dropping to take me as deep in her as I would go.

As she came down, I leaned her back against me and started doing all the work, holding onto her as I drilled her. I ran my hands across her breasts and her tummy before joining hers at her sex. I stroked her clit with her hand over mine, as she guided the changes in pressure and focus. It didn't take long before she was cumming again, and this time I joined her, reveling in the feel of skin on skin.

We held each other again, our fingers entwined as we just looked into each other's eyes. Until I glanced out the window and saw that it was getting dark. "Shit! I've got to go take care of Bono! Be right back!"

Cathy let me up and looked up at me as I threw on shorts and a t-shirt. "I'm not going anywhere, Bear."

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I could tell you that after I took care of the pup, Cathy and I fucked all night. But that wouldn't be true. What we did was much more intimate. We talked.

We had a late dinner and sat on the back porch and got to know each other, out there in my woods. As the air cooled, I built a small blaze in the fire pit and then lay back on a chaise with Cathy between my legs, leaning against me, learning about each other. And the more I learned, the more I fell for her.

It was late when we caught each other yawning, so she helped me secure the embers and I took care of the beagle and we went to bed. And slept in each other's arms.

I'm usually an early riser, but by the time I roused myself, I could smell coffee and bacon coming from downstairs. There was a brief pang of sadness as it reminded me of my Sally. I didn't push it aside -- I never want to try to forget my late wife. I just whispered a good morning to her and threw on some shorts to go down to the kitchen.

Cathy was wearing one of my Carolina Panther sweatshirts and was tall enough that I got some delicious peeks at her cute rear end as she rummaged through the refrigerator for breakfast fixings. She turned when she heard me come in. "I hope you don't mind, Bear! I thought I'd make you something to keep your energy up."

That got her a smack in the rear as I passed her on the way to the coffee maker. "You mean you know how to cook? I might like you after all."

"I've got all kinds of skills, Barry. You've only scratched the surface."

She wasn't wrong -- the omelet she pulled together out of whatever I had in the fridge was stellar. And the view was superb. With her red hair wild from sleep, no makeup, and wearing my old sweatshirt, I thought she was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen.

"I don't want to get in the way of any plans you had for today, Bear."

If I'd had any, they were forgotten now. "No worries. You're not interrupting anything, Cathy. Or is it Cat now?"

That got a laugh from her. "I was always Catherine until I decided when I met you that I wanted to be a Cathy. Then Julie decided I was Cat, because "Cat and Bear" sounded so cute." She ducked her head, blushing. I could tell that she liked the sound of that too.

"Tell you what. It's a nice day and it's not too hot yet. Want to take the bike out for a ride?"

She looked a little confused. "Bike? As in bicycle?"

"Well, we could do that instead, but I was thinking of a motorcycle ride before it gets too hot."

"Ooh, that would be fun! I haven't ridden since my uncle used to take me riding when I was a kid!"

We cleaned up breakfast and got dressed. I insisted that Cathy (Cat now?) wear the thickest jeans that she brought. Sneakers would have to do as my daughter's boots didn't fit her.

We opened up the garage and I had a momentary twinge looking at my late wife's Sportster. I kept it maintained for Julie for when she was home, as she had been riding since she was sixteen. But the Harley was strictly a one-seater.

It did catch Cathy's attention. "That was Sally's bike. She called it a very expensive vibrator." She giggled at that.

My Honda CB 1100 is a lot less thumpy. But it's the best, most reliable bike I've ever owned and I felt good about taking Cathy out on it. Sally's armored mesh jacket fit her just fine and with Julie's full-face Shoei and a pair of good gloves, she was good to go.

I donned a similar jacket and my Arai helmet and we were off, taking a couple of miles of highway before getting off onto gently curving rural roads past dairy farms and pine forests. We made our way south, crossing the big flood control lake past the fishing boats and the jet skis and the kayaks.

Cathy was a natural co-rider -- it was clear that she had done this before and knew how to lean with me. Her arms wrapped around my waist felt... just right.

After forty-five minutes or so, I pulled us into a little micro-brewery for a rest. As smooth as the ride was, it'll still take it out of you if you're not used to it and I knew she was not. I got an apple juice for me and a lager for Cat.

"Bear, this is so much fun! It's been so long since I've ridden!" That was music to my ears.

We made a slow way back to the house and I stabled my mighty steed before joining Cathy on the screened porch. She had brought out some cheese and crackers and some coffee and I was struck by how natural this all felt.

"So, Bear, just how much privacy do we have here? I think you said you own ten acres?"

"We're pretty secluded here, honey. My neighbors are all as private as I am, so not much chance of anyone wandering around through the woods."

"Good." She stood up and reached down to the hem of her t-shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. "Your Honda might be smoother than a Harley, but it got me revved up just the same."

She fumbled around with my belt before I slid my butt out to the edge of the outdoor sofa and helped her slide my jeans and underwear down. My cock sprang up, already anticipating some fun.

She pulled the cushion off the chair next to us and put it on the deck to kneel on. Maybe she was a little nervous about being exposed or maybe she had something else in mind, but she seemed determined to get a climax out of me in record time.

I was happy to lean back and watch and just feel. Feel her tongue sliding along the underside of my cock to the base as she took me all the way into her mouth. Feel her hair brushing my thighs as her head bobbed up and down. And feel my heart pounding harder and harder, both because she had me close but also because I was feeling things for her that I wasn't sure I was ready for.

Those thoughts took a back seat as she looked up through that gorgeous red hair and smiled around my cock, knowing I was close. I threaded my fingers through her hair, she took me deep one more time, and then I let loose, cumming hard while she stared into my eyes, that little grin never leaving her.

When I was done, she sat back on her heels and made a show of swallowing, still smiling up at me. "Jeez, Cathy, you are fucking amazing! C'mon up here and let me return the favor."

She stood up, picking her t-shirt up from the sofa next to me. "Nuh-uh, Bear. That was just to take the edge off." She reached for the back door then turned to look at me over her shoulder. "You're going to fuck me silly in the shower, my friend!"

She shot through the door, running for the stairs. I bent to grab my shorts and then took off after her. I'm sure I looked a fool, running pantsless through the house, my half-hard dick swinging from side to side.

Cathy was in the shower getting the water warm by the time I dropped my shirt and joined her. I washed up quickly and then stood behind her, my cock pressed into her back as I slowly washed her auburn locks. She practically purred, pressing herself back into me as I worked in some scalp massage.

We rinsed each other off, and I knelt in front of her with the hand sprayer, paying close attention to her neatly-trimmed red bush. She reached down to spread her sex a little, and I directed the stream a little further south. I held it there until she doubled over, grabbing my shoulders to keep herself from falling over while she climaxed.

I pulled her up and held her, our arms around each other, the hot spray pelting our bodies. She kissed me hard and looked into my eyes as she gave a little jump. I held her up by her adorable butt and backed her to the tiled wall. A dip of my hips and I was inside her sweet sex again, pinning her against the wall with every thrust.

She held my face in her hands, kissing me furiously while I pounded into her. She felt like she didn't weigh anything, or that I had strength I knew I didn't have. She made me feel like I was a damn superhero, and I was finding that I liked that.

Her decision to get me off on the porch was a smart one, which I was beginning to understand was par for the course with Cat. She clawed my back and screamed into my mouth as she came, but I was a long way from cumming again. I never let up and one climax rolled right into another.

"Fuck! Bear! I can't... Shit! Cum for me, Bear! Please! Fill me up, baby!"

I felt her quiver around me again and I finally found my own release, shooting into her again and again as I held her up on shaky legs. I was gasping for breath by the time I finally let her slide down the wall onto her feet. She was in the same shape.

"Jesus, Bear! That was... something." I grinned at her as I grabbed a towel and started drying her hair. We spent a few minutes toweling each other off as our breathing got back to normal. I led her out of the bathroom and over to the bed and we collapsed into each other's arms. Tired, maybe, but not necessarily done.

Then my phone rang. And it was Julie's ringtone.

"Hi, Daddy! Hope I'm interrupting something!" I heard a snort from Cat behind me. "Can you come meet Becca and me for dinner? Bring Cat, of course!"

"What's the matter, honey. Run out of money already?" I was joking -- she was very good with her budget.

"Ha ha very funny, Dad. No, I've got something to talk to you about and I know how much you like Mexi-Sushi!"

She wasn't wrong. "Okay, sweetheart. What time?"

"Hour and a half from now?"

I looked back at Cathy, who shrugged and nodded. "Sure, punkin, we'll see you there."

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Cat insisted that we take her car to meet my daughter and her friend. I'd noticed where she and Julie had half-hidden it behind the garage but hadn't gotten a good look at it.

She pulled around while I stood on the porch, and I saw that it was a late-model BMW Z4. Not shabby at all. And she had the top down, which made it even better.

Riding with her was a revelation -- smooth shifts of the manual transmission, maintaining a speed exactly 4 mph over the posted speed limit, cornering precisely but not overly cautiously. She was totally in control, but that didn't make the ride boring or mechanical in any way. I wondered if her life was like that, and suspected that it was.

Julie and Becca were already seated at the table, but they got up to hug me. Cat got a big hug from Julie and a little one from Becca and we sat down to order.

Julie and Becca had known each other since second grade and had been inseparable until college. Julie's fair skin and dark hair was a beautiful contrast with Becca's mocha complexion and her light brown loose 'fro. They were pretty, smart, fun young women and I adored them both.