ROMANCE: Bear Naked Seduction (Billionaire Bear Trio Book 1)

by Audrey Storm

  Clara crawled down the bank, dragging me with her. The sea beckoned. What delights did this temptress have for me next? I let her take me into the watery depths. She slipped effortlessly into the water. It framed her breasts perfectly, making her glisten like a mythical being. In that moment I did wonder if she was real or not, for I was afraid that I would wake in my own tent with only the memory of a kiss. But her hands were still over me, still touching me as she went into the water. I followed. I clutched at the bank, grabbing blades of grass, my last shred of resistance. Explosions burst across my body and I suddenly realized how empty my life had been. Clara buried herself in me under the water and the pleasure overwhelmed me to such an extent that I let go of the bank and followed her into the water. I felt it rush around my mouth and ears and eyes, and the last thing I remember was looking up at the stars, knowing that I was in heaven.

  THE END

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  Chapter 1

  I remember all their faces when I told them that I was leaving. Bobby was there looking crestfallen. After I had made the announcement he came up to me and tried to get me to stay, told me that we could be married and have kids, that even though we'd only been on a few dates we could still be together properly because that's how people used to do it in the old days. He even had his mother's wedding ring to give me to. I wanted to slap him. Was he so blind, or was I that good an actor? I suppose having kept a secret for so long I must have gotten good at it. I'd only been on a few dates with him because both he and my parents had been so insistent but being with him made my skin crawl. He had acne on his forehead. He slurped his drinks. His lips smacked when he hate and he kept trying to hold my hand, to be close to me, but I needed him otherwise people would have known the truth and that wouldn't have done in my precious small town.

  But he was just one of the faces. There were the others as well, my parents, all the townspeople. Everyone. It was like you couldn't do anything without anyone being involved. Some people liked the close-knit nature of the community but I found it stifling and suffocating, like I was losing myself in the whole.

  When I said that I was leaving there was an icy silence, then a few moments later some murmurs rippled through the crowd. How could she be leaving? I heard the astonishment in their voices. This place was paradise a slice of the traditional past, a town that prided itself on being wholesome and pure and chaste in an effort to fight against the terrible corruption of the modern world. Why would anyone leave paradise by choice?

  There had been a few people to leave before me and it had always caused consternation. Usually it was people being thrown out of town by a vote of the committee, of which my father was part. He was old but still stood up straight and looked at me with those piercing blue eyes. All I could see in them was disappointment. One time, two men had been asked to leave town because their friendship was disturbing some people. Another time, music found us and the committee actually tried to ban dancing. One of the schoolteachers was fired because she was too kind to her students and people thought there was something funny going on. I don't think there was though. No one I've ever spoken to has ever told me that she mistreated them in any way. But the town is ruled by fear and paranoia, and the minute they think the serpent is slithering through Eden they're ready with their pitchforks.

  That's why I had to leave because I knew that I couldn't be myself while I was there. I knew that I had to leave since I was little. I looked around at all the square houses and the white picket fences and the small dogs yapping in the front yards, and I knew that it wasn't going to be a place that I grew up in. I was different and I was lucky enough to have realized that from a young age so I didn't have to go through a lot of confusion. I don't think there was an exact moment when I knew that I liked girls; it's just always been the way things were.

  Even when we were younger and were sharing secret things when we had sleepovers, cuddled together under the warm sheets, our soft milky flesh brushing against each other, I knew that I felt different to the others. They would all talk about boys and I would laugh gently and make up lies to keep up with them because I knew if they knew the truth that I would be the center of controversy. If I were outed, then my parents would be forced out of town too. As much as I've been frustrated with them over the course of my life, I didn't want to see them unhappy, and I knew that if they were run out of town they would have been devastated. There's no way they would have made it in the real world. So this isn't a decision that I'm taking wholly for myself, I'm also doing it for them.

  My mom ran up to me and hugged me. My father remained restrained. That broke the tension and everyone else rushed up to me and wished me well, said it was sad that I was leaving but they understood that sometimes people needed to leave to go and experience the world. I'd told them that I wanted to explore the wider world so that I could get to know myself better and have a better understanding of faith and try to implement the teachings of Jesus in the wider world. All I wanted to do was finally lose my virginity, and shed the cloak of shame that haunted me everywhere I turned. I just wanted to live my life without pretense.

  That was a week ago and I'm not missing it at all.

  Chapter 2

  Don't get me wrong, I am missing my parents because I've spent my whole life under their roof but it's nice to have freedom, to not have a curfew. The first night I got here, ten 'o clock rolled around and I squealed as I watched the hand of the clock tick around. It felt so naughty, so forbidden, and there wasn't anyone to punish me. I've rented a small apartment and managed to get a job as a waitress in a small restaurant. From a small town to a small apartment and a small restaurant, but in a big city.

  It's almost indescribable how I felt when the bus approached the city. It was already amazing driving along the freeway, watching all the other cars roar by, all those other people going to and fro, and it struck me that none of them would ever have known about my small town or the people in it. My existence was unknown, all my memories, my feelings, my hopes and dreams and fears were nothing to these people and it made me feel strange inside. Did I matter? I knew that I existed. I could feel myself and the world around me. I could smell the stale air of the bus. I could hear the people breathing and talking around me. I could feel the rumbling of the vehicle as it carried me to the city, and yet I felt separate from it all, as if I was but an observer, and I wasn't sure where I really fit in. But at the same time it was all kind of wonderful because I tingled with excitement at the thought of starting a new life. Nobody knew me, and that was fine because I craft myself a new identity. I could show people who I really am. I felt like all my life I had been a caterpillar and I was finally emerging from a chrysalis and becoming the butterfly I always knew I could be.

  I sat forward in my seat as I saw the kilometers disappear in front of my eyes. My face was glued to the window as we drove past power stations and lakes and wide-open fields. I thought of all the possibilities as we slalomed through a collection of shops and restaurants outside of the city. It looked like something out of a pop-up book. Back home we only had some small stores so seeing the brands that I'd heard so much about was like being in Disneyworld. It was like I was seeing the world for the first time.

  But then I saw the first signs of the city appear over the horizon. The view was faded at first and hazy, like a mirage or some sort of dream, and at first I could only make out the tallest skyscrapers as they tried to touch the heavens. As I grew closer my eyes grew wider as they stretched higher and higher, seeming to grow before my eyes, and I was reminded of the story of the tower of Babel, where ancient humans had all collaborated to build a tower that reached up through the sky and threatened the boundaries of heaven, so God, in his infinite wisdom, destroyed it and made us speak different languages so that we couldn't work together and rebuild the tower.

  It was stories like that that made me question people's devotion to the almighty. And when I
saw the city it was resplendent, and I knew that God hadn't done this, we had.

  People back home had always spoken of the evil and ugliness of modern culture and how it twisted and corrupted the youth of today. But seeing the city I just didn't see that. It looked beautiful in my eyes. On that particular day the sun was shining and the daggers of golden light gleamed against the glass windows.

  Our speed slowed as we crossed the threshold of the city as we were caught up in the throng of people making their way into the same place. It gave me a good opportunity to look at my new home. Instead of square houses, there were buildings of all shapes and sizes with colorful signs and flashing lights, vying for attention. I didn't know where to look first. My eyes darted about, trying to take it all in but it was all so overwhelming. On the sidewalk there were street artists and performers, expressing themselves so freely. That would never have been allowed back home. I squealed with glee as I watched a man do acrobatic tricks. The other people traveling with me didn't seem to notice. I guess they were all jaded and had seen this kind of thing ten thousand times before, but it was all new to me and I loved it.

  After the stores I looked at all the different people and wondered where did they all come from? At home we had been one homogeneous mass with no ethnic diversity at all. Now before me there were people of all different colors and sizes and I wanted to know all their stories. The world was a big place. I'd always known that but it took entering the city to fully be aware of it, and to really have a grasp of what it meant. I could imagine never seeing any of those faces again and yet they were a part of my life now, woven into the tapestry of my existence. Yet none of them would ever know it, completely oblivious to my watchful eyes.

  That's when I saw her. I could barely believe my eyes and I wanted to shout to the driver to stop but I was caught in such a state of shock that we were gone before I had a chance to do anything other than impotently slam my palm against the window. I twisted my head and looked for as long as I could. It had to be her, surely, but I couldn't quite believe it, not after all the time that had passed, that it was actually Ivy.

  Chapter 3

  I'd only caught a glimpse of her so I couldn't be entirely sure, and of course the chances were slim that we'd actually encounter each other after all this time, so my natural inclination was to assume that I had been mistaken and that there was no way it could actually have been her. But just because the chances were slim it didn't mean that they didn't exist at all, and this played on my mind as I made my way to my new apartment. Instead of looking at everything around me I was plunged into the past, to my faraway memories, consumed by thoughts of Ivy. I realized that I hadn't thought of her for a long time, which was strange because there was a time when I didn't think I would eve stop thinking about her. She had been my first crush and the more I thought about her the more convinced I was that I had really just seen her. I'm not sure if I believe in fate but I do think there are certain currents that can sweep people up, and carry them to the same destination.

  She had the same heart-shaped face and the same confident swagger, swaying her hips and flicking a cigarette so casually. Her hair was a different color now, dyed turquoise instead of the mousy-brown it had always been, but the image of her had been etched into my mind, into my soul that I knew it had to be her and that just filled me with even more excitement.

  She'd been one of the more notable people to leave home and had done so of her own volition. She was one of those kids that adults always said were trouble but that was only because they didn't understand her. Ivy was a couple of years older than me but she may as well have been a decade older because while I was just a girl she was a woman and seemed to know exactly who she was and who she was going to be. She didn't care about anyone's opinion and was always getting in trouble for smoking at school or speaking back and questioning the teachers. Nothing ever satisfied her and she was always cruising for an argument with someone in authority but to my younger self that just made her amazing in my eyes. She drove the boys crazy as well and there were rumors. Oh man, were there so many rumors about her. They stabbed at my heart. I'm not sure how much truth there was to them but I used to lay in bed at night and pray that there were all made up because I hated the idea of other people touching her, feeling her warmth and her heat, while I was on the sidelines, not even in the game because I still had the body of a boy. My curves hadn't yet grown in so I wasn't even on her radar and I knew that I would have to wait.

  But I never got my chance because she was gone by the time I was old enough. The whole thing was a clandestine affair, which I never would have thought since she was usually so loud and cavalier about things. But one day she was there and the next she wasn't, having sneaked out during the night. All the adults said that it was for the best because she was a bad influence on the rest of us but her leaving showed me that it was possible too. However, I still kept hoping that someday she would return home so that I could see her again and tell her how I felt. I don't know how I knew, but I just had a twinge in my gut that she felt the same way about girls as I did. Maybe it's some kind of sixth sense that we have, I don't know, but that's why I don't believe in all those rumors with all those boys.

  Just the thought of her being in the same city as me filled me with hope and excitement. The odds were against me because there were hundreds of thousands of souls, but if I was right and we were caught up in the same current then we'd encounter each other again, and soon, and I just had to hope that she remembered me. I suppose it wasn't hard to believe that she was in this city too because it was the natural stopping point, but I couldn't believe my luck that I had actually seen my childhood crush. I'd only been away from home for one day and already I was feeling more free than I had ever been.

  I quickly settled into my new apartment, which I had arranged ahead of leaving home, and the first night I could barely sleep. Most of it was due to excitement but I have to admit that I was scared as well. Aside from the odd sleepover and camping trip this was the first night that I had ever stayed away from home, and I never realized how loud the city would be at night. Back home, everyone would be in bed and the only noises would be from animals that were scurrying about in the night. Otherwise everything would be still and silent and you could barely believe that there were other people living nearby. But in the city it was impossible to forget. I heard the rumbling of a train in the distance interspersed with people shouting. I couldn't make out exactly what they were saying but it didn't sound at all pleasant. The screams of wild sex filtered through my walls and it made me think of Ivy again, wishing that she was there to make me scream like my neighbors, to make my throat raw with orgasmic cries.

  I suddenly felt lonely as I looked around at my dank corners. Shadows stretched everywhere and it was a far cry from the comfort of my own home. I hadn't brought much with me but I found myself pulling a picture of me and my parents out. A silent tear fell on it, followed by a flood. What was I doing? I was just a silly girl who wanted to make it in the big city, but I had no idea how to actually go about it. I heard the shattering of glass and my heart began to race. The moonlight speared through the window and illuminated my eyes. I crept up to it and opened it to look out on the night. I breathed in deeply. The city smelled dirty and grimy, and I couldn't see the stars in the sky. It made me long for home so I crawled into bed, clutching the picture close to my breasts, hoping that I hadn't made a grave mistake.

  Chapter 4

  I was still feeling low the following morning and I had to wipe my eyes because the tears had caked on my face. I didn't want to mope, and I knew that I had to try my best to prove to myself that I had made the right decision. I think I was just shocked at the change in scenery and the realization at how alone I was. There was no safety net anymore and it's surprising how frightening independence can be. But I had to make a life for myself and that day was the first day of the rest of my life.

  Wallowing wasn't going to do me any good at all so I walked out and dow
n the high street, trying not be engulfed in the pulsing crowd but there was so much energy in the city that it almost overwhelmed me and drained me. I'd never been among so many people before and I felt like a herd of cattle. I had to fight to make my own path, and that's how I ended up dipping into a nearby restaurant and getting a job. My boss is called Al. He's a burly fellow, and while he can be stern he's mostly, usually kind. As long as you do the work he's okay, and thanks to my upbringing I've always had a good work ethic so I've had no problems with him, although some of the other girls would swear that he's the second coming of Hitler. The customers are mostly nice as well. I think a lot of them are the same as me, they just want a place to go to escape the hustle of the city. When I arrived I thought that I would throw myself into it but after a couple of days I knew that I couldn't, I didn't have it in me and I would have to take it slow. I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly but even though I had a job it still felt like there was something missing. My nights were lonely and I didn't know how to go about going out on my own, so I mostly thought and planned and wondered how everyone back home was doing in my absence. And I thought of Ivy of course, and stared out of my window because I knew that she was somewhere in the city, and my heart told me that it was just a matter of time before we found each other.