by Joyner, GP
"Yes," I replied. "He left on vacation with his family. Is that why my hair is growing again?"
"Precisely," she affirmed, with a nod.
"So what?" I asked. "I just have to make out with someone every day. Seems like there are plenty of guys around; that shouldn't be too hard."
"Stop and think, honey," she said. "You will have to constantly seek affection, every day for the rest of your life. Also, you are only at the beginning of your troubles.
I was shocked, and a little unsettled by her words.
"How could it possibly get worse?" I asked, more than a little frightened.
"Sex, of course," she replied. "You are a virgin, correct?"
When she asked the final question, I got the sensation that I was being judged; that somehow, I had done wrong.
"I haven't gone all the way yet," I replied, quietly.
"Well, that will happen soon enough, darling," she stated plainly. "It will be much worse after you are no longer abstinent."
"Is the hair not going to be removable?" I asked, straining my mind for the consequences of the curse my grandma had described.
"In a way of speaking," she replied. "But the hair will not be your primary concern."
I fell silent, thinking about what could be worse than uncontrollable body hair.
"The curse of the sorceress was focused on causing our family to be slaves to lust. She wanted us to become intimately aware with the consequences of our own desires; both good and bad. The body hair, which is causing you so many problems, starts once we reach our first period. The growth of hair can only be halted by active sexuality, as you have already discovered. However, after you are finally penetrated, a little kiss is not going to be enough to stave off the beast that is trying to come out from inside of you. You are a shifter, darling; we all are. You are going to spend the majority of your adult life in a graceless shift between human and grizzly bear," she concluded.
I was terrified; it felt like I was in the middle of some fantasy nightmare.
"I'll just not have sex," I declared. "Simple enough. I can continue to kiss and touch people, but if I don't ever have sex, then the curse won't get any worse, right?"
"Do you recall what I said about the positive aspects of desire?" she asked.
I nodded.
"If you are a permanent virgin, you will miss out on one of the most important aspects of sexual pleasure. Of course, I am referring to motherhood. The sorceress's main goal was to prevent us from breeding. She knew how important family was to us, and she had a keen understanding of both fertility, and the feminine sexual instinct," my grandmother declared.
I could only be silent; it was too terrible to fully conceive.
"Not to worry, child," she consoled, "there is a way out of this curse."
I must have fainted, because lights flashed before my eyes, and the floor rose up to meet me. When I woke up, I was alone in the house with a brief note next to my head.
"I've done what I have committed to doing. I am not your grandmother, but only a woman who has been charged with your care as you approach adulthood. Inclosed is an account number. You should have all of the funds you will ever need, so long as you do not live frivolously. I trust in your capacity to do what is right. I know you will conquer your inner bear.
-GM"
I couldn't believe it; I was alone, and scared as hell. In addition to everything, the only woman I trusted my entire life had just told me that I wasn't even human. I tried slapping myself, and going back to sleep. I even raided the liquor shelf, and tried to get obliterated. A week passed like this, and there was nothing that changed about the situation. My hair only got more intense, and every morning, when I looked into the mirror, I saw myself become more and more like the grizzly that I had been warned about.
When I finally decided to move forward with my life, I had set a few priorities for myself.
1) I was going to find out everything I could about having sex, without actually losing my virginity.
2) I was not going to subject Dean to that sort of experience, because I didn't want things to move too fast, and lose myself in the heat of the moment.
3) I had to move somewhere else, and figure things out with a clean slate.
I figured the combination of these three goals would be sufficient for me to explore my sexuality, avoid my curse, and remove the threat of violating intimacy from my physical encounters. In retrospect, my decisions were foolish, but they seemed to make the most sense at the time, and so that is what I did.
Relocating to a medium sized city seemed to be the ideal solution for all of the issues at hand. I could live anonymously, figure out who I was, and find a steady supply of men to prey upon. I was at my new school for two days, when I met the captain of the lacrosse team, and decided that he would be the first subject of my sexual experiments.
He was of course, into me, as I imagine any young man would be, given how heavily I was flirting with him. I saw my own reflection in his eyes, and I knew exactly how he saw me.
"Fresh Meat."
His sex drive was fine by me; that was exactly what I was looking to find. He told me his name once, but the information went in one ear and out the other. I didn't need to know his name. I needed to feel his heat, and touch his body. I needed a steady supply of male attention, and he was going to provide that for me.
I could tell that he was into girls who seemed innocent and hard to get. So, after about a week of heavily flirtatious conversation, I got complete wax, and went to school wearing a plaid mini-skirt. Making sure to sit next to him, I casually opened my legs, and then let a pen fall really close to my feet. The gentleman he was, he offered to pick up the pen, and on the way up, I watched his gaze drift along the inside of my thighs, toward the dark recesses shadowed by my skirt. I smiled, calmly, as though I had no idea of what he had done. I wanted him to believe that he was hunting, and I was the perfect prey, but he was the one in a trap.
"You're new in town," he stated, "Do you have any friends yet?"
"I spend a lot of time alone for now," I responded, making sure to hold his gaze with my eyes. "I'd love to get out and meet some new people though."
"If you'd like, I can take you out after class." he offered, the perfect gentleman. "I have a couple of friends I could introduce you to; it might be fun."
"That's so sweet of you," I said, endearingly. "I'd love to."
"I have LaCross practice in a half hour, but may be we can do something after that," he offered.
"You know, I think I'll join," I said in a definitive tone.
He was a bit taken back, but he nodded in response.
"Everyone is welcome to come and support the team," he said with pride. "I have to go get dressed, but I can meet you out on the field."
"I think I'll join you," I said seductively, "If that's alright with you."
I was doing my best "naughty girl", and from the looks of it, I actually scared him. He flushed a deep red color, and after a moment's hesitation, nodded his consent. He motioned for me to follow him, and the two of us made our way to the athletics building.
When we arrived at the men´s room, I was in paradise. The entire team was present, and the room was full of strong, naked athletes. I introduced myself as their therapeutic masseuse, and informed them that my job was to help them relax for the upcoming game. I took the man closest to me by the hips, and began to massage his penis. He could hardly believe what was happening, and his cock got hard, fast. The other players gathered around to watch this pornographic special that was taking place in their locker room, and I ignored each and every one of them so I could focus exclusively on the first athlete's cock. My lips were watering, but I didn't take him into my mouth. I wanted to maintain an air of separation amongst the players, and retain focus on 'alleviating the tension' of the first victim until he had been satisfied.
After the first was finished, I dismissed him, and started working on the next one, and the next one. Eventually all the play
ers from the team were spent. Their eyes stared at me in wonder, trying to figure out who I was, and why was she being so nice to them. I was just bored and needed practice; these young adults were the perfect toys. After the first round of hand jobs, I started a second round of blow jobs. I had studied a lot about the techniques online, but this was the first time I was having the opportunity to practice on so many live models. I experienced so many shapes, so many colors, so many different tastes and smells; it was fun to watch them line up. I spent the better part of an hour on my knees, but I have never felt so powerful. After this introduction, I let them go out and play. They were energetically sapped, but all in a great mood, so of course they dominated the field. I watched the game and supported them, like a normal college student would do. I didn’t try to play it cool, I screamed and I jumped as if I cared about the game that was going on. I wanted to play the role of the lacrosse team captain´s girlfriend like a pro, and I think that I was successful. When the game was over, he invited me to go with him to his house and of course I said yes.
“So, Sara, are you doing something after class?”, he asked in a cautious way.
“Not really, I was just going home to study for tomorrow´s chemistry test.”, I lied carefully.
“Why don’t we study together? I am not exactly good in chemistry, but two is always better than one, right?”, he asked hopeful.
“I don’t see why not. It could be a good idea.”, I said in an innocent way, but of course I knew that he was counting on some more action similar to the one that happened in the men´s room; that was my plan.
We went to his house by foot, since it was near the school. The entire time, he was talking about the game and the other people in school, though none of it was particularly important, or deep. We arrived, and the house was empty. He said that his parents were traveling, and that he had no brother or sisters. Essentially, we had the place to ourselves. We opened the chemistry book, but before the carbon molecules connected, we did. He attacked me and I just went with the flow.
“You are so beautiful and smart. Do you have a boyfriend?”, he asked to see how far he could go.
“No, I don’t. I think that most boys are just afraid of asking me out. Do I look like I bite?” I asked him in a provocative way.
“You look stunning. Most guys think that you are out of their league,” he explained to me.
“Do you?” I said looking inside his eyes.
He kissed me, and it was wonderful.
We kissed for a while in his living room. His mouth was soft, and his tongue was precise. His hands were everywhere, and mine were too. Things were getting hot and we were almost half naked. I enjoyed the foreplay so much. When you are older you just want to go straight to sex, but when you are young you actually enjoy the precious moments that lead to sex. Because we were both young, losing my virginity was so easy and fun; not as complicated as adults made it out to be. I was so excited and relaxed that it all happened in a really natural way. My thoughts of forgoing the loss of my virginity went completely out the window. He invited me to go upstairs to his room and I said yes.
“You are so hot, I can´t believe how lucky I am to have you here with me now. Do you want to go upstairs?” he asked, catching his breath.
“I think we will have a lot of fun there. But I have to warn you, this is my first time. Do you promise to be gentle with me? I am afraid it will hurt, especially since your dick is so huge,” I said in an extremely convincing voice.
I wanted to bolster his confidence.
“I promise that I will treat you well, and that we will both enjoy ourselves. I am dying to give you pleasure,” he said.
I could tell he was trying to get between my legs as fast as possible.
We went upstairs and entered the room. The room was clean and organized for a guy. When we got to the bed we were both naked. His body was enough to get me excited. He was so hot that I took mental pictures of his abs, ass and dick that I still use nowadays, when I want to get in the mood. His urge that to touch, kiss and feel my whole body that got me the most excited. He grabbed a condom from his closet and put it on like a pro. I was relieved to know that he was concerned with safe sex and that his erection didn’t fall in the process.
Angels cry when erections are wasted.
I laid down on my back, and he started to penetrate me. I felt some pressure and it was not exactly comfortable, but I would be lying if I said that it was painful. I didn't have that great of a time, but I felt like I had made the commitment. Now, I would be able to know more about the curse that haunted my family. We kept fucking for a while; I even stayed on my knees for him to enjoy more until he came. When we were done, it was late. We ordered a pizza and watched movies until we fell asleep.
The following morning, I went to my house feeling relieved, because now I would know the truth. I was scared, since the truth was a bit frightening, but I felt like I had taken a bold step into maturity. Mr. Lacrosse would have to forgive me, but he had already fulfilled his purpose in my life. I didn’t know how much time I had until things got out of control, and I had no idea what to expect next.
I bought a few beers and I drank them alone in my room. The day had just begun, but I considered it still late from the previous night, so I didn't judge my indulgence. The alcohol helped me relax, and I went straight to bed. My sleep was the deepest state of unconsciousness I had ever experienced.
When I woke up, it was already dark outside. My skin was smooth, and I felt great. My bliss lasted for a couple days, but then I noticed my body hair had begun to grow again, and I knew what that meant. I have never used heavy drugs before, but I imagined I felt similar to how a junkie might feel in withdrawal. The urge for sex was stronger than anything I had ever felt before, and I had no idea how I would manage to find enough men to keep me satisfied on a daily basis. I was starting to understand what my grandmother was talking about. An active sex life is an intensely time-consuming past-time.
Anticipating what might happen next, I decided to go into the woods and spend the night in the outskirts of the city. I laid in the grass and tried to relax. The starry night almost made me forget why I was there. I felt like I was just camping, and it was beautiful. I fell asleep listening to the wind pass through the canopy above.
I thought I would have nightmares, but the opposite happened. My dreams were delightful, but when I woke up, the urge was still there. I was too tired to do anything, and I was naked and terrified. My dreams had been that I was a feral beast, and upon waking, I began to expect that the dreams had been more real than not. Fortunately my beast stopped in an empty place. I didn't want to be discovered, naked in the forest, covered in scratches. I found some abandoned clothes to cover myself, and made my into town. I was in another city, more or less 400 miles away from where I had fallen asleep.
I learned in school that a grizzly bear can run up to 30 miles per hour, so I reasoned that I must have spent the entire night moving at a rapid pace. My body wasn’t seriously injured, but my deductive logic did not sate my curiosity. I wanted to know what happened. I was lucky enough to find a bank where I could withdraw money using only my fingerprints, so I went to a shopping mall and bought some clothes and a really small supposedly unbreakable camera. I wanted to record my experiences so that I knew what the hell was going on at night.
I returned to the closest forest, and I was actually looking forward to the experience. I bought a huge backpack that my normal self looked weird carrying, but that would probably fit my bear self. Maybe she would just rip it apart, but I thought it was worth the try. It would be a relief to wake up naked but with a backpack with some clothes on, maybe even my documents or credit cards. I strapped my camera to my head and I was hoping it would stay there. On the following morning I woke up in a different forest than the two previous ones, but, incredibly enough, my backpack and my camera were still on me. I ran to the nearer internet cafe and checked my footage in a private booth. It was so incredible! She (or I) had
been to so many beautiful places.
I was still trying to understand how my condition could be a bad thing. I felt like I was enjoying a life of freedom. On top of that, all the running was already making me slim. I could now eat anything I wanted, without having to worry about exercise, diet, clothes, or cellulite. My lifestyle was immediately transformed, and my shifter backpacking adventures began.
For years, I traveled endlessly. Since I didn't have to spend any money on transportation, accommodation or shelter, the funds my family had left me were more than enough to pay my lifestyle. If I arrived in a city and found an interesting guy, I would enjoy a night or two of raw lust, but it was a choice, not an obligation like my grandma told me it would be. I had never felt so free, and was certain that there was no better life than being a shifter. I was so arrogant, that I believed that if people could pay to have this sort of curse, they would do it gladly.
After some time, my excitement began to fade. My night footages had ceased to be impressive, and even though I could always find a partner for the night, I didn't have any real friends. The loneliness began to be painful. The obvious answer came to me one morning by accident, though you might call it fate.
I woke up inside a university campus and nobody noticed me. Apparently naked girls with backpacks and cameras attached to them are not exactly a surprise in college. I was content with my new location, because I knew guys were easy to find on college campuses, and I could probably sleep with anyone I liked. In order to make my circumstances less suspicious, I decided to enroll in school. I selected a minor in Psychology, to help me get in contact with my inner bear, and a major in Finance, because I was running out of money, and I figured most bankers are animals, so I would fit right into the crowd. All in all, I had a great time.
Campus parties made my nightly man-hunt extraordinarily easy, even though the men I selected didn't always satisfy. I could always justify my morning mess with hard partying. My studies were also fun. I learned a lot about myself, and how the world works. Now I am able to control myself and the others quite well.
