*The familiar story, but with a twist that came suddenly to me a while ago and I couldn't resist writing it.
*Literotica rules apply, which means everyone is an adult. Grandma especially so.
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Chapter 01
Red woke up from a deep sleep, sat up in her soft bed, her long blond hair draped haphazardly around her shoulders, blinked her sticky eyelids slowly, yawned long, rubbed her blue eyes, and yawned again.
The itching feeling in her abdomen made her push away her pink and blue covers and look between her legs. She sighed at her red stained mint green panties. She swung her legs from the bed, stripped off her panties and shuffled off along the landing to the bathroom.
While the warm water flowed down her curves she woke up further slowly, along with the urge to touch herself. She moved her fingers across the lines of her perky breasts, circling her hard red nipples, then moved one hand down, cleaning her shaved mound before sliding her fingertips between her wet lips and across her clit. She hissed her breath between her teeth as the fire of lust stoked up inside her.
The knock on the bathroom door and the voice of her mother startled her. 'Can you hurry up?' she asked. 'I need to freshen up before I leave, and I'd like you to bring the extra batch of cookies I made to your grandmother. You'll have to walk since I'm taking the car.'
Red leaned with her forehead against the cool white tiled wall, groaning from the sudden wake up call. 'Damn.'
She checked herself in the full sized wall mirror in her room, making sure the dangling string from her tampon didn't came out from under her denim mini skirt. It was a warm day so she decided to go with a loose shirt with a large daisy flower pattern and no panties, to keep cool during her walk to grandmother's house.
'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?' she asked cheerfully.
"Like I would know who's fairest." the mirror thought. "I ain't a magic mirror. But if you had asked who's horniest of them all, I'd have a pretty good idea who is."
Downstairs Red picked up the reed basket containing the chocolate cookies her mother had made for the meeting with her friends, a nice bottle of white wine that her grandmother loved wrapped for protection in a rag, and a large empty jar that had contained home made strawberry jam from her grandmother. Like all grandmothers she had no restraint in making high sugar content food, so Red always ate lots of jam on her bread. She loved jam though so it was okay.
Red tucked a red and white striped dishcloth in the basket to cover and protect everything from the warm rays of the sun. She didn't want the chocolate to melt and stain everything, and most wine didn't taste well when it's warm.
She kissed her mother on the cheek. 'See you later mom.' she said. 'Have fun with your friends today.'
'Be careful on your walk.' said her mother. 'And give my best to grandma.'
Red hummed her favourite pop songs during the walk through the evergreen woods when she heard water splashing and someone cursing in a growling voice. Curious to see what was going on at the lake close by, she moved through the trees and ferns towards the source of the sounds.
A tall black wolf in dark blue shorts stood in the water close to the grassy bank with his back towards her, pulling on one leg. He was muttering and growling, trying to turn left and right and sticking his hands in the water to pull on something.
'Ehm, excuse me!?' she said as she moved closer.
The wolf let go of his leg and tumbled backwards into the water as he looked back in surprise. He sat up quickly, coughing and spitting out water before shaking his head hard and blinking his eyes to see who had startled him.
'Are you okay?' she asked, noticing his face and front were a very dark grey close to black, just like the tip of his bushy tail.
He stood back up and flattened his wet ears. 'Not really.' he said and gestured with both hands to his left leg. 'I wanted to go for a swim, but then I stepped in a hole between some rocks and couldn't get my foot out.' He tilted his head and looked at her with a pleading look in his dark yellow eyes. 'Could you help me by pulling at the rock? I think I can pull my foot free then.'
Red managed to hold back chuckling at his sad puppy face, put down her basket in the grass, took off her flat white sneakers and white socks and waded into the cool water, careful to not get caught with her foot too. 'I haven't seen you here before.' she said as she moved in front of him, liking the look of his firm body and rugged fur. The thought she would definitely fantasize about him next time she masturbated to relieve her itch, made her current itch pulse and she tried to avoid blushing by focussing on the coolness of the water and his predicament.
'I live on the other side of the mountains.' he said, pointing back at the ridge behind him and the forest. 'I'm on a trek this summer, haven't been around here before.' He held out his hand. 'The name's Patrick. Call me Pat.'
'Ah.' she said and shook his strong hand. The fur was moist but not cold and she noticed his black fingernails were like claws. 'You can call me Red. I live around here, so if we can't get you free I can get more help.'
'Thank you.' he said and showed her where she could pull on the flat rock on top of his foot. 'I got it to give way a little before, so I think if we both pull it might be enough to widen the gap to get my foot free.'
She nodded and grabbed the rock under water, trying not to glance at the bulge in his shorts close to her face and ignore the itching growing in her whole tummy now.
'On three.' he said, grabbing his leg. 'One, two, three!'
Red groaned while she pulled as hard as she could and Patrick growled, pulling hard on his leg. The rock moved a tiny bit upwards, then came loose at once, causing them both to tumble backwards into the water with a shout of surprise.
Red laughed as Patrick spat out water and held up his free foot, wiggling his toes.
'Thank you!' he said with a wide grin. 'You saved me!'
'You're welcome.' she said, smiling back at him.
He stood up and held out his hand to her. 'I'm sorry you got wet.'
She took his hand. 'I think it was worth it to get you free.' she said with a smile.
He pulled her up and swallowed at the sight of her t-shirt clinging to her chest, her breasts and hard nipples clearly visible underneath the wet white fabric. He looked away quickly. 'I, eh.. Sorry about that too.' he muttered.
She looked down to see what he meant, then smiled a little deviously at a naughty idea coming to her. 'It's not that bad.' she said, pulling up her t-shirt over her head casually. 'I'll just wring it out. It'll be dry soon in this weather.'
Patrick couldn't resist glancing at her breasts and she saw the bulge in his wet shorts grow. She walked back slowly to the bank, swaying her hips seductively, bent over to lay down her t-shirt on the grass, unbuttoned the side of her mini skirt, bent over again as she pulled it down, wrung it out and laid it next to her t-shirt.
