Naughty But Nice: A Bear Shifter Christmas Romance

by Mirajane

  The sensation of pleasure was all I could think of right then. I was going out of my mind with the bliss of it all. My tongue was rolling around in my own mouth trying to keep me present so that I would not pass out and miss out on this special moment. I rocked my hips slightly forward and edged deeper into her. Angie moaned loudly as she sucked harder on my boner.

  I was now pushing in and out of her with increasing tenacity and zeal. I was so hard now that the blood had me feeling dizzy as it left my brain and went straight to my hardened flesh. She sucked even harder and held onto my hips, bobbing her head up and down on my lucky prick. I didn’t want to come yet, but I knew I was on the fast track to an epic orgasm.

  I pulled out of her mouth and guided her to her feet. I kissed her hard on the mouth and this turned me on even more. My prick was pressing now against her tight, soft belly and I couldn’t stop thinking about how her wet, succulent pussy was only a few inches below that. I needed to get inside of her so badly.

  I leaned her back on the bed and then I spread her legs for me. She positioned her feet on the edge of the bed and leaned in closer so that her beautiful pussy was on full display right in front of me. Without any direction, she began to play with her sweet pussy. It was so tight looking, so wet, and pink. Her moisture was flowing now, glistening over her fingers. I loved this so much.

  “How much do you want me?” Angie asked.

  “With all my heart,” I said. “I’ve always wanted you.”

  “You never told me,” she added. She was smiling widely at me as she fingered herself harder, slipping her fingers into her hot, waiting pussy. I stroked myself harder towards completion. I could hardly wait to get inside of her, but I was also mesmerized by the sight in front of me. She was so beautiful, so sexy, and she knew exactly how to turn me on. I’d never seen a more beautiful sight in my entire life. It was so much better than my fantasies.

  I stepped forward and climbed right up on the bed guiding her back a little bit. I leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. Her tongue found mine and they began to slide back and forth against each other doing their sweet little dance.

  The tip of my prick was sliding up and down her outer entrance, revving up her engine even hotter, and sliding into that sweet wetness before I finally entered her hard and deeply. I gasped loudly. I was finally inside the woman of my dreams. This was the woman I used to fantasize about daily. My heart was so full of her. The want and need for her was incredible. I couldn’t stand another second of not being inside of her and now that I was, it was frightening to think that this might ever end but I knew it would have to. I had to savor every second of it.

  I pushed my cock harder into her right then even farther, then as I slipped back out I moaned even louder. She was really getting amped up now, her lust taking over and her sweet voice carrying vocal melodies of beautiful passion. I kissed her harder on the mouth, pushing my mouth over hers, massaging her with my sweet kiss as my hips bucked into her with ever increasing reckless abandon. I could not control myself anymore. I had to have more and more of her. I was moving into a different head space and I was only able to focus on the sex and the total encompassing pleasure that I was now feeling. Yes…oh, it was so good.

  I pulled out right then to maximize my time and I let her see how hard and wet my cock was now. She was flowing her sweet scent, her beautiful juices running out of her opening. I pushed the cock inside of her slowly, pausing at the end and kissing her again. Then I pulled back out to rub the head of my prick against her hardened clit.

  “Fuck…oh, shit…right…there…” Angie groaned breaking the kiss. I could tell her head was now going insane with the pleasure we were sharing.

  I kissed her hard on the mouth to bring her back to reality and keep her from going completely off the rails. My lips touched hers again and I realized that I was about to come. It was happening. All of my lust, all of the pain and passion I’d had pent up thinking about this fantastic woman for so long was finally about to happen.

  “Fuck…I’m going to come…” I said.

  Angie looked into my eyes. She raised her legs higher and clamped them tighter around my ribs. “Yes. Do it. Come in me. Fill me full…oh… fuck!”

  She yelled as I did almost in unison when the pressure proved to be too much and I emptied the contents of my sweet load deeply inside of her. I could not speak. I could not move right then. I was paralyzed by overwhelming sensation. My mind was blank. All I knew was epic pleasure. My hips quivered slightly as I tried desperately to keep humping into her amazing pussy. It was gripping me tightly, the wetness really overwhelming me. I felt like I was sliding into the most amazing world of pleasure and I felt totally blessed that it was actually allowing me to be with it.

  Angie gasped right then. Her mouth opened wide into that exquisite O shape as she tried to vocalize something, but all that came out was more of the sweet moans that had been providing such wonderful music to my ears during this phenomenal experience.

  “Oh…right…there…fuck!” Angie screamed loudly in my ear as I finished my orgasm and hers was triggered. I could feel how tight she became and her glistening, slippery wetness embraced me like no other ever had, and the two of us became absolutely one right then. I knew without a doubt that this was the woman I was destined to be with. And I’d known this since we were both teenagers. It was funny how destiny worked, and even if you turned your back on it you could never outrun it. That same feeling-- that same cosmic force would always come back into your life.

  Angie’s voice was so loud. Her face was contorted into one of intense pressure and orgasmic freedom as she let it all out. I was glad she felt so comfortable to go there with me and release everything without any fear of judgment that one could sometimes have.

  “Fuck! Yes! Oh…shit! Ah…AAAGGHHH!”

  Angie was practically roaring now as her body clamped down on me, and the muscles inside her soft, tight pussy pressed down on top of my still very stiff and very sensitive cock as she fucked me harder still, rapidly gyrating her hips.

  And then it was still. I was plunged fully into her tightness. Angie’s face was one of total release and glee with wide eyes, a sly smile across her beautiful lips, and her soft body wrapped completely around mine. We were one form, and I could practically feel our souls mingling as well.

  I let myself down on top of her and kissed her softly. As her lips touched mine, I noticed something very different happening. I wasn’t sure entirely what it was at first. But everything suddenly changed. The atmosphere, the feeling, the overall mood—all of it was gone…

  And then I realized that I was in fact alone. I had just awakened. I was not with Angie. She was not there. She’d never been there. The meeting, the dinner, the mind blowing sex—all of it was a fucking dream.

  I was alone in my room in the house I was renting. And I couldn’t believe it. My mind would not accept this bullshit.

  “Fuck!” I screamed as I threw the pillow across the room. Dammit. I was so close. I thought it was real. It felt real. I could smell her, feel her, embrace her…I was finally having the dream of all dreams coming true for me.

  And then, just like that it was all gone.

  I got out of bed and went downstairs. I was nude, but I didn’t care. There was no one in the house but me and all the blinds were closed. Hell, if someone wanted to peak at my goods that badly, then more power to them.

  I went to the little mini bar in the corner of the living room and poured myself a whiskey. Then I sat down with it and tried to calm myself down. I took a few sweet sips and waited for it to work its magic. I couldn’t believe that this had happened. It was all a dream.

  I’d arrived in town earlier that day and after seeing my family, I decided to head over to the house and get things set up. I quickly grabbed some groceries, some alcohol, and then I sat down with my laptop to get some work done.

  I fixed myself some dinner, watched some television, and then went to bed thinking about Angie and wonde
ring if I would ever summon the courage to ask her family for her info, or maybe just look her up on social media and reach out that way. I couldn’t figure out why this was so hard for me. This was ridiculous. I was known as being pretty tough in the world of business. I had a lot of wonderful friends. I’d completely reinvented myself from my past and yet, the girl I had a crush on in high school still scared the hell out of me. It was insane.

  But it was real.

  Chapter Five

  Angie

  “So, how is school going for you, dear?”

  I watched as my mother poured me a cup of coffee. It was my third and I was getting a nice caffeine buzz. I didn’t usually drink that much caffeine, but it was putting me in a pretty good mood to enjoy being with my parents, specifically my mother. I’d always gotten along really well with my folks, but sometimes my mom and I could butt heads a bit. She was always trying to get into my business and it seemed that she always wanted to get me to be more like her. She wanted me to change my major to accounting, she wanted me to cut my hair shorter, and she wanted me to get thinner instead of embracing my curves, all while pushing me to eat pie every chance that she got. Growing up with my mother was a world full of contradictions, but I think that is what made me so strong and independent. I figured out early on that I was never going to really make her happy and I wasn’t going to try. I was just going to be me and that would be it.

  That had led us having a very charged relationship over the years. But I was fine with that. If anyone didn’t like me for who I was, including my parents, then that was their problem.

  “Good,” I answered. “I’m excited to get the last semester behind me and move on with life.”

  “I thought you were still undecided about your next step?” My father chimed in. “You still going to graduate school or law school as you planned?”

  “Well, I most likely am not going anywhere next fall, as far as school goes,” I said. “I would have had to get my application in and everything by now, but I was thinking about the winter semester. And I’m still mulling that over. I might even take a few years off and just explore some other options.”

  “Ok,” my mother said. “But now is not the time to really try things out. You are entering the real world. You need to have a solid plan.”

  I glanced over at Nia who was looking at me with widened eyes. She could tell that this might get very intense soon, but I wasn’t worried at all. I smiled at her and then looked over at my mother who was waiting for me to respond. If I’d gotten angry, or if I’d agreed with her, she would have been happy. But I didn’t.

  “I’m fine to let things happen as they may. That’s probably what led me to come back home for this Christmas,” I said.

  My mother was silent for a moment and then she looked down at me. “How about you, Nia?” she asked.

  Nia looked like she was about to shit her pants. “Oh, I’ve got a few things lined up. But nothing I’m really married to.”

  I almost laughed out loud. The vague answers we were giving my mother were priceless and really pissing her off, even if she wouldn’t acknowledge it. I decided to change the subject before things got really weird.

  “So, how is Cousin Jimmy’s leg doing? Is he back on the tractor?” I asked.

  My older cousin Jimmy had fallen off a tractor while working on the farm a few weeks ago. He’d broken his leg in two places and was lucky that the tractor hadn’t actually rolled over him. That would teach him to stop doing stupid things like standing up and pretending to surf while operating heavy machinery. He was definitely the derelict of our family.

  “Yes,” mom said. “He is right back at it. I swear that boy is going to die one of these days from those shenanigans of his. You know, I don’t think he has ever tried to grow up.”

  “Right,” I said. “He was like that when we were kids. He would always dare younger kids like us to do stupid things. Like, the time he tried to convince me and my cousin Rachel to stick a paperclip in the electric outlet. He almost cut his finger off that time trying to impress the rest of us when he was using a knife to go in between each finger while not looking at it. He also tried to convince us that we could all fly like superman if we just jumped off the top of the barn.”

  Nia was in stitches with laughter. “That sounds like a very entertaining reality show or online channel. You should follow that guy around with a camera.”

  “I’ve thought about it.”

  My mother sighed. “My sister says her son was born that way, but I’m fairly certain he was dropped on his head a time or two.”

  I was surprised my mother had admitted this to us. She was usually so reluctant to talk bad about one’s family, but there she was actually calling her sister and her boy out on his stuff. The guy was a menace. He was now twenty-five years old and spent at least one night a week in the drunk tank of the local sheriff’s department. He was very much the black sheep of the family.

  The doorbell rang just then. My mother smiled and I recognized by that smile that she’d put something together without my knowledge, something I was not going to be too happy about. I kind of half expected this from her, but I was hoping that just once I could be wrong about my mother. I understood the intentions behind it and I respected it, but my mother knew how I felt and she constantly wanted to push the boundaries of what I would accept.

  She answered the door and three of my old friends from high school, Jackie, Lori, and Heather burst through the door. They all looked pretty much the same. I had not seen any of them for a few years and I could not help but be excited to see them again. We’d all been friends through high school, and even when most of the school had turned its back on me, I still had those three who helped me weather the storm.

  I rushed out of my chair and gave them all great big hugs. It was so wonderful to see them all. I’d wanted to avoid it at all costs, but now that I was there with them, I couldn’t believe that I had been willing to go the whole trip without touching base. It was like contacting them was going to put me right back in that place and time, at least mentally, of being in that damn school and dealing with a student body who wanted to destroy me because I had tarnished the good name of its hero.

  But it felt great to be with my old friends again.

  “You bitch!” Heather shouted as she hugged me and picked me up. Heather was almost six feet tall, and built very athletic. She’d gone to college on a basketball scholarship, but had been injured her freshman year and now was back home in Athens working for a telemarketing agency.

  “Why am I a bitch?” I asked.

  “Because, you left us all and are doing awesome things in the big city,” Heather replied. “And you haven’t even talked to any of us in like years. You won’t even contact us on social media. What gives?”

  I knew Heather was half kidding, trying to make light of things, but I knew that she and my friends wanted and deserved a good answer. I was going to give them one.

  “Yeah, it is so easy to forget about us little people,” Jackie said.

  “Hey, one thing at a time,” I replied, joking. “Hell, I just got here a little bit ago. You all need to relax.”

  We sat down at the table and my mother began to pour them all coffee and serve them pie as well. “Wow, I’ve missed the sweet treats that are sure to find when we come to your house,” Lori said.

  “Yeah, this is probably why we all had such bad acne in high school,” I teased staring up at my mother who stuck her tongue out at me.

  I laughed and sipped my coffee. “This is my roommate Nia,” I said introducing my good friend to everyone. “This is Jackie, Heather, and Lori,” I said. “Back in high school we practically ran the school, or at least we pretended to.”

  Heather raised her hand and for a moment I thought she was going to hit me with it. Then she put it down as she now had everyone’s attention. “We did run the school, that is until this one had to tell everyone what a creep Oren really was.”

  “This guy sounds lik
e a total creep,” Nia replied. “Why did everyone fall at his feet?”

  “Because he was that guy,” Jackie explained. “He was the handsome, sexy, stud who was magic with a football in his hand.”

  “So, he can play a fucking game well,” Nia said. “Why does that elevate anyone to any sort of status? It’s high school; everybody is pretty lame.”

  I laughed loudly.

  Loir nudged me and said, “We needed someone to kick some sense into us back then.”

  I smiled. “You’re right.”

  “Around here, in a small town, that is just how things are,” Jackie said. “Especially as high school kids, we don’t have that much to do, so we just use that to elevate people to high status, to have someone to look up to, almost like a real life role model.”

  I laughed. “You have been studying too much psych at Hocking, haven’t you?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Yes, probably. But I’m not wrong. I’m going to have you all on my couch one day.”

  Nia giggled. Jackie had been studying psychology at the local community college for a few years now, still working on a two year degree. And even after that, she would be lucky to get a job as an assistant counselor somewhere, which basically meant she would do all the grunt work that an actual therapist didn’t have time for. I was a bit depressed seeing how all of my old friends had turned out. I got to thinking that this was a big reason I didn’t want to see them, possibly ever again.

  I sighed heavily as I sat there watching them all having so much fun reconnecting. But even though I understood why I was trying to avoid seeing my friends again, I did not feel any better about the decision. If anything, I felt even guiltier.