The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

“According to the victims, there was only one person involved.”

“Then perhaps you’re lucky enough to have nabbed your man.”

“Are you dating anyone?”

“Rob the cradle much?” I laughed. “You’re like ten years older than I am. I’m mostly just having sex with people, and I have to tell you that I am obligated, by contract, to provide two children to an infertile couple that lives in New England, so I can’t stay here. I’m not sure you’d want to hang with someone who’s going to be carrying other men’s kids for most of the next two or three years. You don’t even know if you’d like me as a hormonal pregnant woman, even if I tickle your funny bone now.”

“You do have a point.”

“Are we done?”

“We’re done.”

“We good?”

“I’m pretty sure we’re good. We still have to compare notes, but I think it’s all over. We will have need you come in and sign your statement.”

“If you schedule it late enough in the day, perhaps we can go out for a drink afterward, but just two, because I did something and someone foolish the last time I got drunk, and he’s still pestering me for another date.”

Detective Ferguson laughed again and closed his notebook. “It’s been a pleasure, Miss Huppert.”

It seemed the others were finishing up as well. Asshole was sitting in a squad car, waiting to be transported to the county jail. Mom and Dad were chatting with a couple of neighbors who’d drifted over to see what the commotion was. I was ready for more primo sex, like maybe a wolf eating me out. It was Brigitte’s turn.

I did, in fact, have Brigitte lick me, then she showed me how to rub our pussies together, which she called tribbing, so we did that too. I liked the licking more, but tribbing was nice. It might have been nicer for me because I was closely trimmed and Brigitte had a wild, lush fringe of pubic hair, so I was rubbing a rug, and her pussy was protected by that carpet, but I liked trying new things. Conor mostly watched, although Brigitte sucked him off when we were done so he didn’t suffer unduly.

We were quietly lying in friendly cuddle and I asked, “It’s a full moon out. Does that affect your need or ability to shift at all?”

“I think we have a greater desire to shift,” Brigitte said, “but not really a need. There is something to be said about about a moonlit hunt and howling at the moon.”

“Maybe the next time you can howl, I’ll howl with you, just to see what it’s like. Good night all.”

“Goodnight, John Boy, Good night, Mary Ellen,” Brigitte said.

“Huh?”

“It’s before your time. Don’t worry about it.”

I didn’t.

******

I sucked Conor off the following morning while Brigitte rode his face, so both of the wolves were happy. We went out for an early run to shake the cobwebs off. The wolves nostrils both flared when we got back, by which I assumed that Mom and Dad got lucky again. Mom had breakfast on the table when we finished our shower. I ate mostly pancakes with a couple slices of bacon. The wolves ate mostly bacon and sausages, with a couple pancakes.

“Quite the exciting time last night,” Dad said.

“The officer I was talking to said they believed it was some guy who’d raped a few women the last couple months,” Brigitte said. “He was from Chicago, and had a summer home on the lake and kind of looked for easy pickings.”

“Really, that guy? You were lucky you weren’t hurt,” Mom said.

“He’s lucky he didn’t get hurt,” I said. “I thought he should have gotten raped last night since that’s what he was probably going to do to us. Get him used to his life in prison.”

“You don’t think you were in danger last night?” Dad asked.

“Conor and Brigitte are very good bodyguards. That guy didn’t have a chance.”

“We do have to protect our investment,” Brigitte said.

“It’s nice to know our daughter is so well protected,” Dad said.

I saw him look at Mom and her giving a quick nod of the head, so I had a pretty good idea what was coming next.

“Uh, Jessica mentioned yesterday that you might be open to having sex with us. If she’s mistaken, I apologize for bringing it up, but Anita and I were wondering if that’s something you’d consider doing?”

Brigitte answered. “She mentioned it to us last night. We were talking about the differences in how Conor and I approach sex and how most people do. We’re rather casual about it, and it doesn’t mean all that much to us in our relationship. Our marriage isn’t defined by sex, it’s defined by how we feel for each other. She made the point that there are a lot more emotions that go into sex for most people, and sex outside of your marriage usually carries emotional baggage, that Conor and I just don’t feel. We don’t want to do anything to harm your relationship to one another. I want to be clear about that. We like you and don’t want to mess up a good thing. If you’re certain that you can look at this as just the giving and taking of pleasure, and not something which will harm either one of you, Conor and I are perfectly willing to play, but that’s all it is for us; play. No emotions, no hang-ups, no anger, or jealousy or negativity at all. Just play. As long as that’s all it remains, we’ll play. If it starts to affect your marriage, I’ll stop it. Is that reasonable to you? Just fun and games, or we stop.”

They looked at each other again, gauging the words effects on each other. Mom nodded again.

“That sounds quite reasonable,” Dad said.

“Both Conor and I are pansexual, indicating we’re open to pretty much any kind of sex. Who wants to start with who?”

“We were wondering if Conor would start with Anita,” Dad said.

Conor already had a raging erection. It was easy to see how he felt about it.

“If you’re going to do this,” I cautioned, “be honest with one another. If it starts to bother you, you have to talk to one another. Don’t let anything fester. You’re going in an entirely new direction for your marriage. You can’t know for sure, how you’ll feel about it once it starts, so express those feelings to one another.”

They both agreed and I told Conor to come find the rest of us when he was done. I saw my mom lead Conor up to their bedroom. Dad had an erection. I shook my head in wonder.

“Dad, I’m going to suggest to you that we go down to the lake for awhile so you don’t hear anything. Kind of let the idea soak in a little before you do anything as radical as listening or watching. See how you feel about it first. Conor will let you know when they’re done.”

He nodded and we went down to the dock. Brigitte sat with my dad, holding his hand, talking to him about other things while his wife was gone. She did a good job of keeping him distracted. It didn’t hurt that she was naked, either. Since they were both occupied, I called Gretchen’s family first.

“Mrs. Harris, this is Jessica Huppert, a high school classmate of Gretchen. I was wondering if she was available to speak to?”

“Jessica, I heard you were visiting your folks. How wonderful to hear from you. Give me a sec, and I’ll put Gretchen on.”

“Thank you.” I heard her calling Gretchen to the phone and Gretchen picked up shortly.

“Jess, how are you?”

“Great, how about yourself.”

“Not so good, I had to move back home. How’s the ship building business?”

“That’s not so good at the moment either. I got laid off.”

“Are you moving back home too?”

“No, I found another money making opportunity instead. It has potential for you too, if you’re interested.”

“Please tell me it’s not some direct marketing scheme like selling beauty products.”

“God, no, nothing like that. It’s a little bit out there though.”

“What is it?”

“I’d like to talk to you about it in person. Any chance you can come over tonight for supper. We can eat Chinese, talk about the opportunity, swim, chat, and if you want, and I’m not saying you would, but I’ve fucked a girl now, and I thought if you were interested, we could get it on.”

“You fucked a girl. You wouldn’t even kiss me.”

“I know. I was tempted to, but I wasn’t as confident about my sexuality back in high school. It scared me.”

“So what, now you’re a lesbian?”

“No, I still do men. I guess you could say I’m bisexual now.”

“So how many women have you had sex with?”

“You’d be my second. You’ll be meeting my first.”

“She’s there?”

“And her husband.”

“You’re fucking both of them? Holy shit, Batman. Doesn’t sound much like the Jess I know.”

“Things have changed. After I lost my job and couldn’t catch a whiff of another job in my field, and with my student debt and house payment, I was wondering if I’d have to become a prostitute. That’s how desperate I was becoming. Instead, I found something else. I heard you’d had to move back home and thought you might be interested. I’m inviting Brenda to listen to my spiel too, plus, there will be another super cute girl as well, I just met yesterday.”

“You know Brenda treated me like shit?”

“I know. She treated almost everyone who wasn’t a cheerleader like shit, but it also sounds like she got her comeuppance, so I’m hoping you can let bygones be bygones.”

“Only if she acts like a decent human being. I won’t put up with shit anymore.”

“Agreed.”

“I knew that Tommy was a major fuck up.”

“Everyone but Brenda knew he was a fuck up. He hit on me, too. Asshole.”

“He didn’t believe I could possibly be a lesbian if I let him fuck me.”

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“What time do you want me there?”

“Six okay?”

“I can do six.”

“I’ll see you then.”

Next I put in a phone call to Brenda’s parents. Brenda herself answered the phone. She sounded tired, and I heard a child screaming in the background.

“Hello.”

“Brenda, it’s Jessica, from high school. Do you remember me?”

“Sure, Enginerd.”

“I would have thought you might have become a little more polite, considering how deep in the toilet your own life has gone.”