Love Me If You Bear: Werebear/BBW Paranormal Romance (3 page)

“What's wrong, Eden? Did I go too far?” he asked, concern on his face.

“It's okay,” I said, avoiding his questions. “Just kiss me again.”

He did, and we spent what felt like hours just kissing. It was dark outside, and kept getting darker as the sliver of the moon that had been out earlier receded into nothingness. I didn't need light to enjoy Asher, though. He felt just as good as he looked.

At some point, he pulled back again to ask if I wanted to go home. “It's late,” he said. “I don't know if you have to be anywhere in the morning.”

“I don't have to be anywhere, and I don't want to be anywhere except with you,” I told him.

He looked at me, and I could tell he was struggling with what to say. “That might be a problem.”

“What do you mean?” Where was the problem? I didn't want there to be any problems.

“Well, I'm trying to be respectful and everything. And I understand you’ve never had sex, and I'm okay with that. I know it’s way too fast to try anything with you.” I bit my lip, wondering how he had come to know me so well, as he continued. “Thing is, I've been hard as a rock for the past hour, and it's starting to get a little painful.”

I started to say something - I don't know what - but he cut me off.

“I know you don't have a lot of experience, Eden, and that's okay. But I do want to do everything with you, I want to touch you everywhere, I want to be with you for real. So maybe it's best if we do go home.”

I was quiet for another long moment. “I don’t want to say no to you,” I said. “I don’t think I’m ready for sex, but maybe we could try… some other things.”

In the dark, I could hardly see him as he responded. “Then let's do some other things.”

His hands went for my hem again, and again I stopped him. “Not yet,” I said. “I don't want you to see...”

Then he understood. “But you have a gorgeous body.”

My face tightened. He wouldn't think so if he had actually seen me naked. For the moment, though, I guided his hand to the buttons of my jeans. I still wasn't sure about anything, but maybe Asher could help me do something about those wet panties.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked. Even though his words showed that he was trying to restrain himself, his voice sounded eager.

I wasn't, but I wasn't sure I didn't want it either. So I just nodded.

He undid my pants in a flash, finding his way quickly to the damp spot. “You're so wet,” he said in awe. I giggled, not knowing what to say, and opened my legs wider for him to do whatever he wanted. I had no idea what to expect.

His fingers felt good down there, even when they were just rubbing over my panties. My eyes closed and I sighed. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“I'm not just okay,” I said. “I'm really good.”

He laughed a little as he continued to explore my body, sliding his fingers under my panties now. I gasped out loud as he touched something. It felt unlike anything I had ever felt before, even when I had touched myself, and I couldn't keep myself from panting and gasping more. My breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing to me?” I demanded.

“I'm just rubbing your clit,” he said, surprise in his voice.

“My clit?”

We looked at each other in the darkness, both seemingly thinking the other was crazy. “You don’t know what a clit was? I thought you had played with yourself before,” Asher finally said.

“Of course I know what a clit is,” I said. But now I was feeling less sure of myself. “I just... I never tried it.”

“When you played with yourself, you never touched your clit? That can’t have felt very good.”

“No, it didn't,” I said. Compared to what Asher had been doing a moment ago, it hadn't felt like anything at all.

“Don't worry, Eden,” he said. “I like that you're a little bit innocent.”

Very innocent, I thought, but I didn't say it!

“It actually kind of turns me on,” he continued.

But then he started to move his fingers again, and I couldn't think about anything anymore. The feeling was just too good. Inside me, I was starting to crave something I had never knew I even wanted - something I never even knew existed.

My head rolled back against the headrest, and my legs spread still further apart. I was getting wetter and wetter, and for the first time in my life, the hole inside me was begging to be filled.

As if Asher could hear my thoughts, he pushed his hand lower. Suddenly I felt a sharp pain, but one that also felt good. “Holy crap, you're tight,” he said as if to himself.

I moaned something, trying to respond, but I knew my words didn't make sense.

“God, you're beautiful when you're turned on,” he said, his voice raspy now. Pulling his finger out of me, he returned to where he had been - my clit, I guess - and rubbed it again. I gasped out. It felt too good. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, to do everything to me. I wanted it all!

I hate to think about what might have happened if we had kept going, but in just a few seconds of him doing that, something happened...

Even now, I don't know how to describe it. I can't write down in words how it felt, because it was like something that wasn't even of this earth. All I can tell you is that my body seized up and my legs shook, and then all of a sudden all that tension was releasing, releasing, and it just went on and on and on.

Yes, dear Diary, it happened. I had my very first orgasm!

When it was over, Asher looked at me and laughed a little bit. I tell you, I must have really been amusing him that night. “I made you come,” he said. “It wasn't even hard.”

“Congratulations,” I murmured, and reached for him so I could give him another long kiss.

“No, congratulations to you,” he said, nuzzling into my neck.

I kissed him again, feeling the desire already starting to build in me again. Then a thought crossed my mind: how must he be feeling right now? He had already told me he'd been hard for an hour. But I had never touched a dick before, much less gotten a guy off.

Pushing away my fears, I reached for Asher's belt buckle. I had to be brave if I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. This time Asher didn't ask if it was okay; he just sat back with his eyes closed in anticipation. After fumbling with it for a second, I got it open, then unzipped his pants too. Before I knew it, I had my best friend's dick in my hand.

Now what was I supposed to do? I had no idea, other than to stare at it. It was so funny-looking, big and hard, its base growing out of a dense thicket of hair. I really didn't understand how Asher could be so darn hairy!

His eyes slowly opened. “You have no idea what to do, do you?”

I shrugged, embarrassed, then shook my head. He knew what he was getting into when he brought me here.

Wrapping his hand around my own, Asher showed me how to touch his dick. Then, together, we began to stroke it up and down. It was hard under my fingers, yet the skin was so soft. Almost immediately he began to groan. I guess he was pretty turned on.

As we kept stroking him together, I noticed the hair on his stomach and his arms seemed to be growing longer and thicker right before my eyes. That couldn't be - could it? It was dark outside; I had to be imagining things.

He let go of my hand, and I kept rubbing his dick on my own. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but his grunts reassured me that it at least felt good for him. His arms rippled in the dim light. It was as if they were changing somehow. Growing.

“Go slower,” he said breathlessly. “I need to keep control of myself.”

I didn't go slower. In fact, I jerked him faster. Harder. Gripping him with all the little muscle I had in my arm, and nipping at his hairy neck to get him even hotter. “I want you to lose control,” I whispered.

As I stared at his face, looking for a reaction, one came that I wasn't expecting at all.

Well, two things happened, actually.

The first was that a spray of white liquid came out of the tip of his dick, getting all over his shirt and even hitting the roof of the car.

The second was that his face tightened, and his features shifted.

His ears shrank and got rounder. Hair sprouted out of his face where it hadn't been before. And his nose grew - grew until it looked more like a bear's nose - like a snout. His body seemed bigger than it had a moment earlier.

Thick hair - fur - grew along his neck, all the way down to his chest.

His mouth opened, and I caught a glimpse of sharp, pointed teeth.

Letting go of his dick immediately, I opened my mouth as if to scream. But I wasn't even thinking fast enough to do that. Looking around wildly, I scooted across the seat and fumbled to open the door.

“Eden!” Now Asher looked normal again, like his own self.

Had I imagined the whole thing? I didn't think I had. “Take me home, please.”

Without waiting for his response, I hurried into the front seat, doing up my jeans as I went.

Asher followed a second later, starting up the car without a word. I didn't look at him. I had no idea what to do or say.

This drive was as quiet as the one there had been, but the feeling in the car was decidedly different. When we were almost at my place, he finally spoke. “I told you I had secrets, Eden.”

I swivelled to look at him. “I just don't understand, Asher. Are you... are you even human?”

It took him a moment to respond. He kept his eyes on the road, even though it was completely empty in front of him. The sporadically placed street lights cast an eerie glow over the scene around us. “No,” he said as he pulled into my building's parking lot. “I'm a werebear.”

And there you have it, dear Diary. You're all up to speed. I, the nineteen-year-old virgin, had my first kiss and my first orgasm last night. I got fingered and touched a guy's dick for the first time.

And all of these things... they were all with a werebear.

Now do you see why I decided to start keeping a diary again?

I got out of Asher's car. “See you in class tomorrow,” I said before I shut the door.

I'll write in here again then!

Dear Diary,

I know I said in my last entry I was going to write again tomorrow. It's been a couple weeks instead. Gosh, I'm sorry. (I don't know why I'm apologizing to a stack of pieces of paper, but whatever!) Time has just flown, and there's been so much going on that I just couldn't find the perfect moment to sit down and write.

Well, now seems like as good a time as any. I'm a little bit worked up at the moment, to be honest. It's been a weird, weird night. I almost want to jump to the end first, but I'll tell you what things happened in the order that they happened. It'll make more sense that way. If I just told you the most recent events, you'd think I was totally out of my mind.

The day after my last entry, I went to class like usual. Well, not quite like usual. I put on my favorite T-shirt, the one that's more flattering to my overly curvy figure than most of my other clothes, and I dug some ancient lip gloss out of a drawer. I don't usually wear any make-up, but, well... Asher...

Normally I get to class before him, but this time he was there first. I slid into the chair beside him without saying a word. What can you possibly say when you've just had your first kiss and your first orgasm with your best friend, then find out he's a werebear?

A bear, of all things! I had never even heard of a werebear before. Aside from the species being completely impossible in the first place, it had to be my best friend and potential boyfriend that was one. Just my luck!

Asher looked at me pleadingly, but I just pulled out my psychology binder and started to organize my notes. I didn't really want to talk to him - even though I wanted to talk to him so bad!

The prof came out and began to lecture in his monotone voice. I was trying to take notes, like always, but it was even harder than usual. Normally it's boredom that prevents me from concentrating, but that day it was Asher's presence beside me. He wasn't taking his own notes, the scribbled lines that he would later flesh out with my own notes. He was just sitting there with his arms crossed, staring straight ahead.

It was freaking me out. Of course I couldn't focus. “What are you doing?” I whispered to him.

“I don't care about psychology today,” he whispered back. “I have to talk to you.”

“You're doing a great job of showing it,” I hissed. Even in the large lecture hall that must have held a hundred students, the prof had noticed us talking. He was looking at us now, and he didn't look happy.

Asher shuffled some papers around, still seeming completely disinterested in the subject matter. “Sorry, Eden. You just came in acting like you hated me. What was I supposed to say?”

Maybe I hadn't seemed to want to talk to him. I hadn't meant to give him that impression. “If I hated you, I would've found somewhere else to sit,” I whispered.

The prof was definitely looking at us now.

“Listen, we're not going to get any work done today. Let's get out of here,” I said. He nodded, and we picked up our stuff and left. I have no idea what the poor prof thought!

Once we were outside, we just started walking around aimlessly. Neither of us was talking, and I didn't want to be the one to start. It felt more awkward than the first day I even met him. That day, I felt like we had been friends all our lives. This day, I felt like we were complete strangers.

He was still my friend Asher, but he was also the guy whose lips had been pressed to mine for what had felt like hours. The guy whose hand down my jeans had brought me to absolute ecstasy. He was the only person in the world to have ever watched me reach a climax.

Worse, I had touched his dick. I had wrapped my hand around it and jerked it off the way men do to themselves. The way women do to men. But I'm not a woman, I'm just a girl, and I had never done that before.

I had seen his cum shoot out of his dick and splatter all over the back seat of his car. I wasn't the first girl to have done that with him - I didn't know too much about his past experiences, but I knew that much. But he was the first guy I had ever done that with.

I had no idea how to treat him, based just on all of that. Then to add to that, when he had reached his peak, he had transformed halfway into an animal, a beast like a bear. He had admitted to my face that he wasn't even human, but a werebear. Let me tell you, there isn't much you can say to make things normal again in a situation like that!

Anyway, it was a bit cool outside what with it being almost mid-November, and after a while he suggested that we head to his car and go somewhere. I wasn't quite sure about it. Like I said, he felt like a stranger to me, and normally I don't get in cars with strangers. But he was my best friend, after all. Or maybe I was just so cold I had to accept.

“Where are we going?” I asked, buckling up my seatbelt.

He left his undone as he started up the engine. “I figured we'd go out to the woods.”

“What for?”

Pulling out onto the main street, he was silent. “I want to show you something.”

I looked at his handsome, too-handsome, profile. What was he talking about? Why would he want to take me out into the woods and show me something? I fingered the necklace I always wore around my neck.

As if he was reading my mind, he added, “You don't have to be scared. Look, Eden, this is a bit weird for me.”

“For you?” I asked, laughing harder than I had in what felt like weeks. I felt like I had almost forgotten how to laugh until then.

He didn't make a sound himself, but I did see a slight smile at the corner of his full lips. The day before, I had kissed those lips - but I tried to keep my mind off that. “Sorry. I'm sure this is a lot weirder for you than it is for me, actually. I already knew who I was - what I was. You've probably never met a werebear before.”

Leaving all the romantic stuff aside, sure, that was a good summary of the situation. “No, I haven't,” I said in the same tone that I might have used to say I had never met a Canadian person before.

“There aren't many of us,” he said, his eyes on the road. We were out of the city now; this area was all farmland.”I've been alone most of my life. From what I've heard, it's genetic for most of the others. One or both parents are werebears too.”

I wished he would say something about our relationship and what had happened between us the night before, not about werebear genetics. But I let him talk.

“For me, it seems to have been an aberration. Some kind of mutation. It's possible that one of my grandparents was a werebear - my parents could never tell me.”

“They know?” I asked. I was still more interested in what he had to say about me and him, but I couldn't deny that this was also fascinating.

“It was impossible to hide it from them,” he said, making a left turn onto another street. On the right side, the open fields were turning into a thickly treed area. I wondered if we were close to the woods now. “I couldn't have hidden turning into a bear once a month. Especially not when I was a kid, before I learned some self-control.”

“You can't control it?”

“Sometimes.” He glanced over to me, his brown eyes slightly sad now. “I can turn anytime I want to. The bear is there, beneath the surface. I just have to let him out.” I nodded, encouraging him. “Other times, I don't have a choice. Usually it only happens at the full moon. But sometimes, if I don't have control of myself, I turn without meaning to.”

That must have been what happened the night before. “So anytime you - you...?” I couldn't force myself to say the words; I knew he would be able to figure out what I meant.

“Not every time,” he said. He signalled right and turned onto a gravel path that I wouldn't even have noticed otherwise. We were heading into the woods now, and my heart beat faster. “If I'm doing it to myself, no. It's like, I know what to expect. It's only if I really lose control.”

I bit my lip. The words I had said the night before came back to me: “I want you to lose control.” I had only been trying to be sexy - I had never dreamed that my words would turn Asher into a bear! “I'm sorry,” I mumbled.

“You've got nothing to be sorry for,” he said. We were just reaching a clearing, and he brought the car to a halt. He looked at me and grinned. “That was one of the best orgasms of my life.”

Before I could collect my thoughts enough to respond, he was out of the car. I followed hesitantly. “What are we doing here?” I asked, looking around at the tall trees and green foliage.

“I want to show you,” he said quietly.

I didn't have to ask to know what he meant. My hand moved automatically to my necklace again, fingering it anxiously. I knew his secret now; maybe he didn't want it to get out. He had the ability to turn into a bear, one of the most dangerous animals out there. Did he want to hurt me, even to kill me? I trusted him, but…

He wasn't done talking. “I want to show you my bear self, so that you'll know you have nothing to be afraid of. I need you not to be afraid of me, Eden.”

“Why?”

“Because... The way I feel about you...” He paused. “There are so few people who know, and you...”

I wanted to yell at him, to beg him to go on. This was what I wanted to hear, not his rambles about why and how he was a werebear. But again, I stayed quiet.

“It's important for me that you know you can trust me,” he finally said. “Do you trust me?”

Biting my lip again, I considered his question carefully. “Yeah,” I answered. “I do.”

“Then watch.”

I took a step back, leaves squishing under my feet, as he began to transform. This time I knew what to expect, and I could see the details I hadn't seen the night before.

His gray fur grew quickly, coming out of every part of his body at once and growing longer until it was a few inches thick.

His features shifted, lengthening, shortening, and moving around until his face was more bear than human. A snout came out of nowhere, replacing his nose, and his human ears transformed into short, round ones.

Fingers changing into claws, his body dropped to the ground and all of a sudden he was on all fours. He was easily the biggest bear I had ever seen, as tall as me and probably weighing twice as much!

Without even thinking, I jumped back again. He wasn't Asher anymore, not the guy I adored. The only human part left to him was the intelligent brown eyes. Everything else was gone. The animal before me couldn't be Asher. It was a hunter, a carnivore with a mouth full of sharp teeth.

The bear walked towards me, its pace slow as if it was trying to reassure me. It was Asher, I tried to tell myself. He probably was trying to reassure me.

Doing my best to stay calm, I didn't move back again despite my pounding heart. The bear came up to me and stood before me, panting.

It was beautiful, I had to admit. Its fur was sleek and lush. Reminding myself again that it wasn't really a bear, but Asher, I reached out and touched its soft fur.

The bear rubbed its head against my hand, clearly enjoying my affection. It was - it was cute!

I held my hand out to it and let the bear lick it with its pink tongue. The warmth and wetness sent a thrill through my body. The bear lapped gently at my hand, then took one finger between its sharp teeth. “Asher!” I exclaimed. But all the bear did was suck the finger into its mouth, then let it go again.

That wasn't so bad. In fact, I had kind of liked it.

The bear nuzzled at my hand again, then wriggled its wet snout into my crotch. I shrieked, laughing. It made me think again about what Asher had done to me the night before.

Then the bear's legs were straightening and it was on two feet, quickly turning into Asher's normal form. “Too much?” he asked, grinning. He still wore the clothes he had had on before; I almost wished they had been ripped to shreds in his transformation so I could get a good look at his body.