by Sable Sylvan
“You’re breathtaking,” said Brian as he looked over Goldie’s body: her ample curves had only become more accentuated as she’d grown older, her breasts and hips both growing, the kind of body a bear shifter loves on a woman more than any other. He closed his eyes as he felt her body with his hands, feeling the soft skin that covered her every curve. He ran his hands over the cups of the bra and felt her nipples stiffen through the thin fabric separating him from his desired. “Take your pants off. Now.”
“Somebody’s gotten bossy,” teased Goldie. Goldilocks unbuttoned her slacks and folded them quickly and sloppily, slipping off her kitten heels and putting the clothes in a pile in the truck. Brian helped her up to the bed of the truck and held her in his arms, running his hands through her gorgeous hair, her golden curls flowing over her soft shoulders like a golden necklace.
“I need to see you,” said Goldie as she reached towards Brian’s shirt. “I need to feel you. ” Goldilocks unbuttoned Brian’s shirt from the top down and pulled his flannel shirt off.
Over his heart, on his left pec, was the mate mark: it felt like scar tissue or a large callus, but it had appeared when he had turned eighteen, the same as it had for the other bear shifters, since the beginning of time, just as the marks on his hand had appeared, and the tops of the mark were smooth, as if the scar tissue was embedded underneath the layer of his skin, rather than a part of it.
The mate mark stood out, golden skin with yellow undertones standing out from the tanned but naturally pink toned pale skin, in the shape of a lock. The golden lock: to Goldie, it was more like the golden apple Eris threw that caused the Trojan War, as it had split and divided the group of friends, who had been as thick as thieves, and they had never recovered from the fight.
Brian kicked off his boots as he undid his belt and lowered his pants, exposing a pair of black boxers, which were forming a tent that was getting taller by the minute. “I should warn you...I’ve gotten a lot bigger since our high school years,” said Brian.
“Taller, stronger...it’s pretty obviously you got big,” said Goldie, biting her lower lip as she reached out her hand to touch Brian.
Brian let out a low chuckle. “That’s not exactly what I mean....” He pushed her hand to his abs and the warm heat of his body surprised Goldie: shifters ran hotter, that was common knowledge, but Goldie had never touched a full-grown shifter male before, and like a kid touching a stove, she instinctively started to pull her hand away, but Brian kept her hand close to his body and slid it over his abs, his sides, and his hip bones...her fingers following the curves of his body to the midpoint between his legs.
“I don’t know what you saw all those times we went down to the swimming hole, but things down there have...changed,” said Brian. “But I’m glad to see you’re just as gorgeous as you were on the last day I saw you.”
Brian wrapped his arms around Goldie as he looked her over: the lingerie she was wearing was like a lace masquerade mask for her breasts, and while he knew exactly what he’d find under the bra, he needed it off and so he wrapped one arm around her body, balancing himself on the truck bed with the other as he carefully unlatched her bra, holding back the man and the bear which were telling him to rip off her bodice and take her in an instant.
Goldie arched her back instinctively as Brian touched her and as Brian pushed her back into position so he could take of her bra better, she took her hand off his package, which was growing by the second, and pressed the palm of her hand to the truck bed, connecting it with Brian’s as she wrapped her soft legs around his waist...but once the bra was off, Brian parted her legs and reached between them the way he’d had her reach between his, and he pulled the slim panties down, unable to resist his inner bear: he leaned down, keeping her legs spread, his palms flat against her thighs, and pressed his lips to her belly, kissing it and kissing downwards as he made his way to the waistband of the lacey underwear, pulling down the undergarment and tasting and smelling Goldie’s delicious lower essence as the underwear was removed, inch by inch.
Goldie found her body instinctively reacting to Brian’s and she wantonly folded herself so that Brian could remove her undergarments even more easily as her breasts were kissed by a slight breeze, bringing them to attention.
Brian rolled Goldie’s nipples in his hands. “Feels like you missed the cold,” said Brian. He pinched the nipples between his fingers and Goldie let out a small gasp as Brian rolled the hard, firm nipples between his fingers and then rolled the small nubs in the palms of his hands.
“I missed you,” admitted Goldie, wrapping her arms around Brian’s broad shoulders. “I...I missed this.”
Brian needed no further queue: he pulled Goldie close and didn’t even have to prop up her chin with his finger, as her face was already in position, her lips wet with wanting. He pressed his firm lips to hers and explored her mouth, the mouth he’d missed for so long.
“Wow,” said Goldie, biting her lower lip and tasting traces of Brian on her mouth. “You taste exactly the same as you did the last time.”
“You were my first kiss, Goldie,” said Brian. “And I was yours. To you, we might have just been two dumb sixteen-year-olds seeing what all the fuss about pressing lips together was, but I’ve always known we were meant for each other...and now, you’ll know for sure.”
Brian slipped his hand over Goldie’s groin, feeling the softness of the curves that led to the place he’d imagined exploring for years, parting her lower lips as gently as he’d opened her mouth with his tongue, taking his time, becoming intoxicated with every sensation from the smoothness and wetness of her delicate skin to the swelling feeling he felt in his own parts which were rubbing against the inside of Goldie’s legs.
“Are you planning on teasing me all night?” asked Goldie, pushing his wrist down the way he’d guided her hand to his package. “Or are you going to try me out?”
“I’m taking my time,” said Brian, raising an eyebrow as he looked at Goldie. “But it seems that you’ve become more impatient than ever.”
“Hey, a woman’s got needs,” joked Goldie, whose sentence was punctuated by a low moan as Brian explored her in just the way she’d wanted. Brian entered a firm finger into Goldie’s entrance and felt her, feeling her walls instinctively tighten around his finger. Her warm wetness was begging for more than just a fingering.
That tightness had Brian thinking about something else, something far more concerning. “God, you’re so tight...Goldie, you’re not...you’re not a virgin, are you?” asked Brian.
“No,” said Goldie. “I would have waited, but...” Goldie looked away, embarrassed that the topic had come up at all.
Brian used his other hand to move Goldie’s face back, pressing the back of his hand against her cheek, and then her chin, gently pushing her head so that she was looking at him again. “Hey. I’m glad you’re not,” said Brian. “This wouldn’t exactly make for the most romantic of first times...but Goldie, I have to ask, who was he? Who was the man that got to –”
Goldie held a finger up to Brian’s lips. “Does it really matter?”
“No...but I don’t want to hurt you,” said Brian. “I want you, Goldie...but I don’t want to make you feel any pain at all.”
“I’m sure I can handle whatever you’re packing,” teased Goldie, running her hand down Brian’s chest to his abs and using one finger, she traced a single line down his happy trail, past his fur to something both velvet-soft and rock-hard at the same time. She gripped around the base of his cock, hard, her pointer finger and her thumb forming a loose ring that tightened as she moved her hand up the shaft.
“I can’t wait anymore,” said Brian, guiding his shaft to Goldilocks’ wet entrance. “I need this, Goldie. I need to be inside of you.”
“I need you too, Brian,” said Goldie, moving herself backwards on the camping pad with her hands and knees, making more room for Brian to get into the wide truck bed. She leaned back, head against the camping pillow, and opened herself f
or Brian as he guided the head of his member to her entrance and widened her.
As Brian slid in, Goldilocks pulled his body closer to hers and pushed him even further in, as if she was consuming him from the middle out, and she wrapped her arms around his back, being gentle with her nails.
The sensation of being filled so suddenly shocked Goldie: she had never been with a man as hard or as large as Brian and his cock was thicker and longer than most men’s, but Brian’s gentleness and tender touch made the slight, dull pain turn into pleasure. The warmth of Brian’s body extended down into his cock, which was hot and slick with precum, not that it mattered, given how wet Goldie was with wanting.
Goldie opened her legs wide for Brian, taking her thighs off his hips so that he could enter her even more deeply, each inch taking her close to her climax. “Oh, Brian,” moaned Goldie. Although it was a tight fit, once most of his cock was inside of her womanhood, the feeling of being opened and rubbed from the inside out was the greatest pleasure she’d ever experienced, and she already felt herself wettening to take even more of his hard shaft.
“Damn, Goldie, if you do me like that, I can’t hold back,” said Brian as Goldilocks hoisted herself up so her chin was in the crook of his neck. Her body was beautiful, any fool could see that, but nobody would have suspected the curly haired blonde of being an absolute sex kitten: her mannerisms made her seem naïve, but as he resisted the urge to slide the rest of his cock into her, until his base would meet her entrance, he realized he’d underestimated the one woman he’d thought he’d known better than any other.
“Don’t hold back, Brian,” whispered Goldilocks into Brian’s ear, smelling his hair, which smelled of pines and desire. “I want you to take me...I want you to take me away.”
The bear in Brian could resist no longer: he pushed Goldilocks’ torso away from his own, onto the camp pad, and smattered her body with kisses which soon turned to sucks and bites as he tasted her skin and nibbled at her parts, not breaking the skin but leaving red marks that would turn dark with time, marking her as his as he slid home, the head of his cock pressing the end of her entrance as if his member was a uterus-seeking missile looking to unload a payload of genetic material into his lover.
“Oh, Brian,” said Goldie, her eyes filling with tears, her back arching. She reached out towards Brian but her hair blinded her, falling in her face before she could wrap her arms around Brian’s strong, firm shoulders.
“Are you hurt?” asked Brian, starting to slip out, but Goldie managed to wrap her arms around Brian’s shoulders and press her chin against the crook of his neck before he could take out more than an inch or two, keeping herself filled to the brim with Brian’s meat.
Goldilocks rocked her hips into Brian’s, his firmness melding into her softness. “No, it just feel so good, Brian...it feels amazing,” she whispered into his ear, the hot air of her breathe like a cool summer breeze against his warm body.
That was all the input Brian needed: she could take his full length and so would be able to take whatever else he could throw at her, and the sight of his high school crush taking his thick cock as a sexy woman was unlike any vision he’d ever had in his head: all the fantasies about Goldie he’d had in his head paled in comparison to the real thing. Every curve was more rounded and soft in person, just the way he liked a woman, and the motions of her body weren’t predictable in the least, which was made the experience so raw and primal to him.
Brian gripped Goldilocks close to his body, rocking her ample hips back and forth up and down on his shaft as if he was using her body like a tree trunk to scratch an itch on his back, his eyes flashing in the dark as ever so often, a powerful urge rose in him and he had to hold the bear inside him back, his eyes glowing for a mere second, glowing bright in a way that couldn’t be attributed to the moon, to the far-off lights of the school.
Brian pushed Goldie back down onto the camp pad and ran his hands over her body, gripping her various love handles and feeling the vibrations of his own thrusts passing through her flesh back into his own like a sexual perpetual energy machine. “You feel so good,” said Brian with a moan, his eyes glowing green steadily, no longer in flashes, as he let the spirit of the bear within guide his every motion.
Brian pawed over Goldie’s body and his touch was electric, sending shocks of sensual energy into her body as she felt the rough calluses that marked his paws rub over her body, but Brian’s hands had soft parts as well, soft parts that hadn’t been turned hard by the bear or by hard manual labor, and when those velvety soft sections of skin touched her own, they sent lightning through her body, straight to her core, where it was charging up her oncoming orgasm like a rechargeable battery that could be turned on and off at Brian’s will, for Brian’s pleasure.
Brian ran one hand through Goldie’s hair while he wrapped another hand around her waist, pulling her up and pushing her hair back so he could look at her face and watch her react to every pulsating throb of his slick cock. As he ran his fingers through her tresses, he released the powerful scent of her shampoo, strawberries and honey, and the sweetness of the pairing turned him on even more than the feeling of her soft curves beneath his fingers. He couldn’t stand it: everything from the taste of his own lips on her lips to the smell of sex that he knew he’d never be able to (or want to) wash out of his truck bed brought him closer to his peak. It was everything he’d ever dreamed of and more, and holding back, he moved his hands down to her waist, gripping her love handles tightly.
“Oh God,” moaned Goldie as Brian gripped her hips firmly, his fingers digging into her sides. She reached her arms down around Brian’s back, her elbows under his arms, and didn’t hold back as she used her nails to grip onto Brian’s back, as he was her rock in this storm they’d conjured together.
“That’s right, Goldie, let me hear you moan,” said Brian, giving Goldie a quick peck on the cheek before pressing her head so it was back in the crook of his shoulder, where it belonged, as Brian thrust in and out of Goldie faster and faster, the muscles above the base of his cock throbbing with each thrust of his cock, muscles that rubbed against Goldie’s clit and made her ache for more dick, even though she had taken all the dick that she could possibly take.
The aching inside of Goldie crew and her wetness tightened around Brian’s probing member, almost pushing it out, but the strength of her pussy was no match for the might of a bear shifter, and so he thrusted on, fording the river of wetness that was Goldilocks’ perfectly tight cunt, the lips of her entrance gripping the entirety of Brian’s shaft due to the tightness of the fit between the shifter and the human.
“God, Goldie, I’m so close,” said Brian, pulling Goldilocks close to his warm body. Between the heat building up inside of her and the heat emanating from her lover, Goldie felt like she was past a burning point, reaching a melting point that was turning her insides into a quivering mess of emotions: relief from the tension that had haunted her waking and sleeping moments, and a greedy hunger for more of Brian’s body.
Like two waves crashing against each other in the ocean, Brian and Goldie came together, pulling one another closer towards each other as they finally reached their tipping points at the same time. Brian’s chest burned as the symbol on his chest glowed, letting out a soft golden light while his body let out something else into Goldie, and Goldie’s back arched as she felt herself take even more of Brian in in those last few seconds.
“Oh my gosh,” said Goldie, lying back in the truck bed. Brian’s chest was no longer glowing, but Goldie still was, still coming down from Cloud Nine. “That was....that was amazing.”
“Of course it was,” said Brian with a smirk, pulling Goldie close so that her head was on his chest. He inhaled deeply: the smell of berries and nectar tantalized his nose and mixed with the scent of the pine trees around them. “You’re my mate. Whenever we come together...we’ll just pick up where we left off. Don’t resist it, Goldie: you’re my fated mate.”
“We better get back to
the reunion,” said Goldie. “You know, make our appearances.” Brian and Goldie got changed back into their clothes and Brian drove them back down the wooded lane to the high school parking lot, parking near the stadium that was under construction so they could still talk for a few minutes in the car before heading back into the gym.
Goldie got back out of the car. “Brian, how did you get that dent in the truck bed?”
“What dent?” asked Brian as he walked over.
“That big one, the dip,” said Goldie, pointed at a large dome-like dent in the truck.
“I’ll put it this way: that dent wasn’t there before we went up the mountain,” said Brian.
“You mean...” started Goldie, running her hand over the dip in the bed. There was no frikkin’ way that what Brian was implying was true.
“That’s right,” said Brian with a laugh. “I guess I was a little rough with you, but the truck took the brunt of the damage.” Brian knocked on the sturdy truck he’d managed to maul.
“Brian...when we were up in the woods, you said that you know I’m your mate now...how can I tell if you’re my mate, though?” asked Goldie as they sat back in the truck bed, watching the people slowly stream in and out of the high school.
“What do you mean?” asked Brian, inhaling the intoxicating smell of the golden hair of the woman he’d finally taken as his mate as he held her, his arm around her shoulder.
“You have the mark, and it glowed, so obviously, I’m your mate,” said Goldie. “But...I’m not a shifter. I have no mate mark, so what if...what if that means that I don’t have a mate?”
“There’s plenty of shifters who have human mates,” said Brian. “There’s something between us, Goldie, you can’t deny it.”
“I know there’s something there, Brian, and now that I felt it, and now that I know for sure...I know that you’re something special to me, Brian,” said Goldie. “I just don’t know if that makes you my mate or not.”
