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Yes, the werewolf really is named Lupe. Deal. But if you've gotten
this far, reading about a fairy Naked In School, you're good at dealing
with Teh Silly. Maybe you should scratch him between the ears. He'd
like that, though he'd bite you before admitting it.
The NIS collection is at /~NIS/Naked.html; the Mini
Fairy Land set is available at http://www.mcphee.com/items/11574.html.
P. Random
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Lupe and Dana Naked in School
(mf ff, exhib, voy, naked, NIS, rom, 1st, silly, fant)
by pseudoRandom
3. Wednesday
Lupe
I turned human in a hollow inside a boxwood hedge, deep in Bridger Park.
A place, empty now, where kids made out and homeless slept -- and a
werewolf could hide. I rolled onto my side on the damp earth and
shivered. It was cold, after yesterday's storm, and I'd no idea where my
clothes were. In the east, dawn was only a bare glow, but the moon had
set behind the western mountains.
Dana landed in front of me, in the few feet of empty space. She
knelt looking at me, antennae alert, moth wings slowly beating.
She wore this gauzy wrap-around thing. It made her appear fully
covered yet concealed nothing of her body underneath. No wonder she'd
taken easily to being naked in school all day, if that was standard fairy
dress. I swallowed, to trying to wet my dry throat.
"How are you?" she asked softly, and reached out to touch my
shoulder.
I kept myself from flinching. Control, I told myself. Her hand
was chill, but still warmer than my skin. "Okay," I rasped. I pushed
myself up to sitting, and despite myself started to shiver.
"You're cold!" she said. Before I knew it, she'd unwrapped her
gauze and swathed me in it like a blanket -- it was surprisingly warm, for
such a light cover, and smelled of her. Soft, like solid smoke. "Be
right back," she told me, and took off into the semi-dark.
I boggled after her, then shook my head. I knew she knew. My
memories of when I'm in wolf form are like dreams -- better remembered if
I review them as soon as I wake up. She'd been with me, all through the
night -- flying where I ran. Once, or maybe it was twice, she'd landed
between me and a bigger dog, breaking up a fight. Which had to be, for a
fairy as small as her, the stupidest thing on Earth after getting between
a bear and her cubs (I ought to know) but, um -- it worked.
And then she'd scratched my ears. I'd liked that. I blushed,
remembering how nice it felt.
Dana knew what I was -- she understood that much. But not how
dangerous I was as a werewolf. How little control I had.
Without warning, she landed lightly, holding water in her cupped
hands. Not a drop spilled. She sank to one knee and offered it. I took
her hands in mine and drank it all, down to her wet palms. It wasn't
much, but it refreshed me.
"Thanks," I said, still holding her hands.
She nodded, still naked. Then she reached for her wrap. "Let me
in -- it's cold out here."
It hadn't looked large enough for both of us, but it was. We sat
facing each other, legs folded beneath us, the wrap around our shoulders.
Her chill hands rested on my chest. It was warmer, with two of us inside.
She studied me for several moments in the dim light. I raised an
eyebrow.
Dana crinkled her nose. "Did I know werewolves are real?"
I shrugged. "No more than I knew fairies were, before Monday."
She opened her mouth, then closed it. "Fair enough." Her hand
were warm now, and moving lightly on my skin. Somehow, I didn't mind, not
from her.
She cocked her head. "Every full moon?"
I nodded. Then added, "I can change any time, but I must when
She's full, and Her light is out. And it's harder to stay human, this
time of the month."
She giggled. "You make it sound like PMS."
I rolled my eyes. Girls.
She went on, "What about tonight?"
I closed my eyes and tested the pull inside me. It would still be
strong when the Silver Mistress rose again -- She was only just now
completely full. I opened my eyes. "I'll have to again."
She nodded. "I'll come with you."
I blinked. "You don't have to," I said quickly. She really
didn't understand -- even though she'd been with me all night.
"Of course I do," she said tartly. She rose a little and tapped
my nose. "Partner." And then because our faces were so close, it felt
natural that she kissed me.
Despite everything that happened yesterday, we hadn't kissed.
The Program isn't about affection -- it's about sex. Her lips tasted like
a forest garden at night and, very faintly, strawberry lip gloss. Memory
echoed the richer scent gathered with a wolf's subtle nose -- overtones of
much more. We opened our mouths to each other, to our warmth.
After several moments, Dana wrapped her arms around my neck. I
tried hugging her to me, but her wings were in the way -- my hands
eventually found her hips, holding her, caressing her sides. Her body
against mine was smooth and soft and wrapped with heat. I hadn't planned
this. But just this once, I didn't mind letting go.
Mind? Ha. I lost my mind, not even thinking about my control.
When we finally broke, to catch our breaths, she didn't pull away
but gazed into my eyes, nose to nose. It was still too dark to see much,
and we kissed again. And again. Her hand traced my back and hip, and I
gasped at the track of fire.
She wrapped her hand around my erection and giggled. Against my
lips, she whispered, "Is that a wolf you have in your pocket or are you
just pleased to see me?"
I growled, and kissed her again. My hand, caressing her ass,
found the crack and slipped inside -- she hitched up to let me, but I felt
little more than moist warmth. In front, under her tight curls, there was
the slick heat, the source. She moaned as I brushed her clit, and she
pulled my cock harder. Just as I was about to break our kiss to warn her
I was close to coming, she pushed me down, onto my back -- with her on
top.
"I want you inside me," she breathed. "Now."
She guided me inside her, and she settled down half my length
before we stopped. So sweet, so warm. With a little mewl, she rose up,
and slid down -- there was a small resistance this time but she pushed
past it. Up again, then down, and suddenly she had me all the way in.
We paused -- it was incredible. I almost didn't want to move.
"Oh my," she breathed.
She moved and rose up. I had the fleeting thought we shouldn't do
this -- that I shouldn't. But I ignored it and let go.
And we had sex. After a few beats, we found the sweet rhythm. I
thrust my hips up to meet her, and she ground against my pubes with each
stroke. The ache that wanted her gathered in my groin and soon, all too
soon, I was tingling and then coming. I thrust up harder, harder, and she
bore down, as her moans started rising. She wasn't coming yet, but soon.
Even when I was done, I was hard enough to keep thrusting as she wanted,
as she needed, though the sensation was almost too much, until she too
rose up to a quick shriek and she stiffened and clamped around me.
She held there for a couple seconds, wings beating, then collapsed
onto me. Her panting breath was hot on my ear and neck; her antennae
lightly patted my hair.
As I lay beneath her easy weight -- so light, to be able to fly --
I caressed her ass, her shoulder, traced the muscles of her back, beneath
her feather-soft moth wings. If this was what sex was, this feeling of
closeness, no wonder people made such a fuss. And I'd thought Babs had
blown my mind. Yeah, I know -- getting close to anyone just isn't like
me. But right then, I simply didn't care.
Just goes to show ya, man -- you never have a clue.
Eventually, she shifted, and my shriveled cock slipped out of her.
She made a disappointed sound, and I chuckled. We gathered the scattered
wrap, blown about when she came, to keep us warm. Though her body on mine
was almost warmth enough.
She raised her head to look at me. "Thank you," she said softly.
Thank ME? After a moment, I said, "I'm trying to think of a
response that isn't totally inadequate."
"Yeah, well, so was 'Thank you'," she said. "Closer would be
OMGTHXUTHXUTHXU!!!1! but that just doesn't sound right out loud."
Sound right? -- heck, I wasn't even sure how she'd SAID it. I was
getting a feel for what Tatja called the Dana Experience. From Tatja, my
brain jumped to Babs, and sex, and a panicked thought. Oh fuck, I though
-- this was what happens when I lose control.
Dana looked at me again. "What?"
I swallowed, then whispered, "Um -- protection?"
"Doesn't matter," she said, resting her head on my shoulder again.
"I can't get pregnant, with a human, unless I want to."
Was that a fairy thing? "Really?"
"Realio and trulio," she said. "I know what I'm doing."
I took a deep breath. Not that I'm human. Nor that she really
knew what that meant, for all she'd followed me. "I'm sorry I ... well,
for keeping you out all night."
Dana snickered. "Hello -- moth fairy."
I craned my head to look at her better -- I could make out the
gold of her hair and antennae, the pale green of her wings. "You always
fly through the night?"
"Well, usually I get a couple hours sleep."
"How -- " I blurted before I could stop myself.
"What?"
"Well, how do you function in school, with that little sleep?"
"Earth may have problems, but vente mochaccinos make up for many
of them."
I chuckled, then had to laugh.
"What about you? You never stopped except to eat."
I remembered nosing through trash cans -- one time finding a tasty
pork chop. "I, ah, don't need to sleep, after. I'm tired, but like after
a long run. Right now it's like, oh, after a night's sleep with restless
dreams." The restless dreams of running as a wolf.
Dana stretched against me, trapping my cock against her thigh.
It twitched. "So you're saying you have energy?" She teased.
"As much as you," I said with a straight face.
We looked into each other's eyes for a couple seconds, before
losing it at the same time, giggling with the sheer giddiness of our
bodies.
It felt good enough, letting go like that, it didn't matter I'd
lost control with her. This was a protected place. As we lay together,
talking a little of this and that, we lazily explored each other's body.
The ripple of her muscle as she flexed wings, the curve of my shoulder as
I kissed her nose. When her hand caressed my chest, I twitched.
"Ah, like a dog," she said, "don't rub the wrong way." And she
smoothed my chest hair. It felt nice.
"Woof," I said.
She raised herself on her elbow, forearm resting across my chest.
"That wasn't much of a bark." It was light enough, I could see her amused
expression.
"When I make a real bark, you'll know," I told her.
"What about a real bite?"
"You mean like this?" and bent up to nibble her neck.
She gasped and moved against me. I made a note to remember that
spot. If I ever let myself do this again.
*
Dana
I wanted to cuddle with Lupe forever. To lie in his arms, caressing and
kissing, safe. I could totally stay with him for hours. There was just
one problem. Well, two. The second was, we were in a public park and
soon it'd be light enough we'd be found. The first, though, was even more
important.
Breakfast, my stomach whispered. I'd flown all night, with little
rest. I needed food. If I didn't get it, my stomach would get louder.
But I didn't want to move. I didn't even want to sit up -- I
wanted to spread myself over my boy, touching as much of his skin as
possible, every square inch if I could.
Not that I minded when he started kissing the hollow of my collar,
the bend of my throat. My blood buzzed. And when his lips worked down,
mouthing my nipple, I moaned. It was like he'd found a direct line
between it and my groin. When he lightly nipped it, I moaned again.
This time, our making out was slower -- less lust-driven and more
passion-driven. We explored more of our bodies, each other's and
together. I wanted to learn all of him, his feel and scent and taste of
nighttime wilderness, but it was neither the time nor the place, not as
cold as it was.
"Like this?" he murmured, and I answered with a gasp. "How about
this?" I asked, and he whined.
And when he pulled me back on top of him, he slipped inside me
easily. I was a little sore, my second time, but we took it slowly,
rocking back and forth, slowly building the fires. After an exquisite
time, I came close to burning up, then burst into flames under my skin --
I bit my lip to keep from screaming. I almost drew blood, but I think I
was almost quiet.
My boy hadn't come yet, so I rocked harder, matching his
increasing pace -- until he thrust up harder and sharper and I felt his
warmth flow inside me again.
I looked down at him, arms braced on his shoulders, watching my
boy's face relax. He smiled and opened his eyes. They were so dark now,
almost black.
BREAKFAST! my stomach shouted in gurgles loud enough for Lupe to
hear. He snickered.
I sat up, still keeping him inside me, and swatted his shoulder.
"You're hungry too."
"Like the wolf."
I glared at him. "None of those jokes, thank you very much.
It's bad enough fairy has another meaning."
"Marica."
The bad Spanish word for a homosexual. "Exactly." My stomach
complained again.
We stood up, and hugged for a moment. He shivered, still naked,
as I shook off my girdle and wrapped it round me. It tasted and smelled
of him, enough I wondered if I could bear to wash it.
"I don't suppose you remember where I left my sweats?" he asked.
I thought for a moment. Actually, I did -- not far from where I'd
entered the park. Maybe a hundred yards from where we were. I led him
there, flying as he jogged. We found the sweatpants and sneakers under a
thicket, but not the sweatshirt, not along the path he'd been running.
"Probably picked up by a homeless guy," he said.
He didn't seem to mind, and certainly someone homeless needed it
-- but so did Lupe. "But you're cold!" I told him.
He shrugged. "It was my brother's, anyway." As if that made him
less cold -- and as if it meant he didn't need all the more to replace it.
Lupe can be a very odd boy. I wondered whether that was a werewolf thing.
But before I could ask about it, my stomach growled again.
"I second that emotion," he said with a wry smile.
I caught his hands. "See ya at school?"
"Sure," he said. "Partner."
"You better believe it," I told him sternly. Like I was going to
let him walk away from me! I popped on tip-toe to give him a quick
goodbye peck. Well, it was supposed to be quick -- I liked kissing Lupe.
A dog barked on the jogging path, and we broke apart. I almost
said something, but it would have been, well, redundant -- we didn't need
to speak. We knew. So I blew a kiss at him and took off.
I circled above the trees as my boy ran with long, easy strides --
so like a wolf's lope, I now saw. When he crossed the street, at the
park's edge, I turned for home -- too many people out in his neighborhood,
too likely to see me. Also, that pesky sun was about to come up -- I knew
how disorienting THAT would be.
It peeped over the horizon just as I landed on the back patio.
Jim was in the kitchen, already cooking breakfast. He looked at me, then
glanced outside. "You're home late."
I didn't blush -- I was too happy to be embarrassed. And it
wasn't like I was ashamed of losing my virginity. But like I wasn't
exactly going to brag about it to my stepfather, even if I wanted to tell
the world. "Busy night, after the storm," I said as brightly as I could.
Which actually was true, even if I had ditched doing it. Which kinda
nagged at me, but then Jim said,
"You get any sleep?" He looked concerned.
"I'll be okay," I told him, grabbing a hot biscuit -- I had to
juggle it in my fingers. Though I'd probably need a QUADRUPLE-shot
mochaccino. I started to sit down, then noticed smears of dried blood
and semen between my thighs -- fortunately hidden under my girdle. Okay,
maybe I needed a shower. A hot shower -- that sounded good.
Jim looked at me worriedly. "You sure?"
I nabbed another biscuit on my way out. "Sure," I said around my
mouthful.
The shower felt wonderful, and even cleared my head of memories of
Lupe enough to let that nagging thought get through: What had happened to
Kaidlêarnien?
*
Lupe
No one was up when I got home, which was just as well. I snuck into my
room, grabbed my stuff and another sweatshirt, and headed straight to
school. I did this sometimes, after nights out -- saved questions.
Shower in the gym and, today, grab breakfast in the Commons -- might as
well get some benefit of free meals for being in the Program. Quicker
today, given clean clothes were kinda pointless.
That early, no clothes box at the school door. I thought a
moment, shrugged, and carried my sweats in.
The swim team was in the locker room -- getting ready for
practice, which meant the girls were too focused to be interested in
requests. Which was just as well -- after sex with Dana, twice, I was
not up to getting up. Though thinking of her, I did twitch down there.
I growled and stood under the spray, trying to wash her scent off
me.
Madre de Dios, that had been sweet, this morning. I'd never
thought that I'd have sex with someone -- that even if I had the chance,
I'd let go and let myself. Maybe in losing control I'd taken advantage of
her, of the moment, but it was hard to regret that. I'd just have to be
more careful, in the future. I can't afford to lose control. After all,
there's reasons I'm a loner.
A loner who wanted to screw a fairy again. And again.
I snarled, and turned the water colder. It didn't drive thoughts
of Dana out, though, and I kept turning it down. I was almost shivering
when I got out. That girl was getting dangerously under my skin. And I
had to forget her. Even while helping her as my Program partner.
In the Student Commons, I caught up homework while I ate.
Studying was better at keeping me from thinking of her. ("Schoolwork(TM)
-- the New Cold Shower!" Think it'll fly? Didn't think so.) Getting
stuff done made me feel better. I could almost look forward to going back
to just impersonal partners -- of Dana returning to her friends -- without
it hurting. So when it was almost time for homeroom, I went out to drop
my sweats into the box.
Which startled the principal, seeing someone come out the main
door already naked. I almost laughed -- it wasn't like guys on the swim
team wouldn't do this, when in the Program. Besides, I am a jock of sorts
-- who's to say I didn't come early for laps?
No one else really saw me -- they were all watching Dana finish
stripping. I could understand being distracted by that. I was. I stayed
instead of going back inside, as she shimmied out of her short skirt.
And when she noticed me, as she dropped the skirt in the box, her
smile seemed to beam into my chest -- and my heart stuttered. She quickly
caught my hand in a tight grip.
"Hey, partner," she said as we stepped to the side, to let someone
else strip. Her antennae leaned towards me like hounds on point.
Babs, trailing behind her, smiled as she handed Dana a large
coffee. Fritz glowered as he handed off Dana's messenger bag. Some kids
in the front noticed us, and smirked.
So much for staying away from Dana. And ya know, I didn't mind --
hell, I wanted to give them something to REALLY talk about. I almost
muttered a Hail Mary, to stomp that thought down. I compromised by
saying, "Hey."
Her hand was warm -- I didn't want to let go, despite my earlier
resolutions. Especially the way Fritz was looking at me. If he wanted
her, why hadn't he asked her? Dana didn't seem to notice his reaction,
though.
"Listen," she said, "I'll have to do Spanish during lunch, but
maybe you can help me."
"Didn't get to it?" Babs said, teasing.
"No," Dana said, far more cheerfully than I could have.
Babs hid her smile behind her hand. I was pretty sure she guessed
what happened last night, at least the dawn part. And from Fritz's sour
look, he did too. The bell rang. Fritz waved a hand at us -- or rather,
at Dana and Babs -- and muttered something like, "Catch you later." Hard
to tell. He pushed past through the door, ahead of the streaming crowd.
Dana pursed her lips as she looked after him, as if uncertain.
Which all but confirmed that I didn't want to let go of her hand. I mean,
if she didn't mind and wasn't worried like she should be -- well, who was
I to force her to let go? This once. Dana carried her coffee in her
other hand, so I held the door for her.
As Babs passed the rack of school newspapers, she picked up two
copies and handed one to us. Rather than make Dana to let go of me, I
took it. The lead article was about her -- complete with photo of her
coming in for a landing. She looked lovely and graceful. We stepped to
one side of the hall, out of traffic, to look at it.
Babs flipped through her newspaper. "Your column looks good," she
said, then snickered at something.
Her column? "Yours Truly," Dana told me, as if that explained it.
She let go of my hand to take my paper, then passed me her coffee to open
it up. Inside, on the "social events" page was a Yours Truly feature
credited to Dana Partlow. She wrote a gossip column? Only it wasn't
gossip, but a confessional about being a fairy.
Then suddenly Dana gasped, "OMG!" She pointed to something on the
page. "My column!"
Babs looked at her. "What?"
"I lied!" Dana said, totally panicked. Her distress rolled over
me like rancid fat, only more redolent. She started babbling about lies
and retractions and recalling the print run. And buried in the middle,
the W word: werewolf.
Somehow, Babs and I got her into the only private place I could
see: the boy's bathroom. Forbidden to me for the week, of course, but it
wasn't like anyone else would use it during homeroom. I didn't know
whether to be furious or panicked or what. What was Dana doing, babbling
about me? After keeping her own secret for years, she knew how not to
blab. Just goes to show ya -- I'd been kicking myself about my control,
not even thinking about HERS.
While Babs tried to calm Dana, I quickly scanned her column. The
only thing I could see was a mention, near the end, of werewolves and
vampires not existing. Well, that was good. What was her problem?
"But -- but -- but," she said, "I LIED! I can't lie! That's
BAD!" She almost wailed that last word. Her antennae quivered so hard it
was a wonder they didn't fall off.
I finally realized -- it was like her not cussing, her having to
be good. Fairies simply do not lie. It HURT Dana, thinking she had. It
was her nature. And I knew what I had to tell her. "No, you were
MISTAKEN. That's different."
"But I have to retract it!"
I caught her hands, letting the newspaper flutter to the floor.
"No, you don't. Mistakes happen." I stared into her pale green eyes,
trying to will her to believe me -- to will a grip on herself. If she
announced werewolves were real after all, it was all over for me. I'd
seen the looks outside -- people knew something was up between us. No way
I'd avoid being fingered as the reason she went public.
"But -- !" Dana started, but Babs broke in, "Dana! -- remember
what you told Jimbo about outing that girl?"
Which caught her up short. And me -- I'd forgotten Babs was
there. And now Babs knew too. Dana stared at her friend, wide-eyed, then
turned to me. "OMG," she mouthed, without voicing it. My chest wrenched
a foot to the left.
I wanted to be pissed at Dana. Well, I was, some. But I had
enough hold on my anger -- control I've had to learn the hard way -- to
know I'd outed myself to Babs as much as Dana had. I could have covered
it over. But only by letting Dana flail about in agony.
After a couple moments, Babs said conversationally, "You know, I
didn't know any werewolves were in town."
Without looking away from Dana's face, I said, "I don't know of
any."
"Any others," Babs countered. A disturbingly sharp cookie, that
one.
Then Dana did a double-take and looked at Babs. "Wait, you knew
werewolves are real?" Not that Dana's all that dumb herself, despite
appearances.
Babs waved that off with a limp hand.
"You set my column," Dana said, more sharply. She let go of my
right hand to face her friend. "You didn't correct it."
"I HAVE TO lay out the copy I receive," Babs told her. "Besides,
it's not like I could admit it."
Which brought up the question of how she knew about werewolves in
the first place. And what else did she know? What the hell was she up
to?
"And now?" I said. I didn't try to keep the sharpness out of my
voice.
"Babs," Dana quickly said. "He's right. It's not your secret to
tell." She squeezed my hand as she said it -- in warning, in support.
Babs studied me through narrowed eyes. Warily, but neither like a
predator nor like prey -- like someone waiting to see what I'd do, and had
the power to defend herself if attacked. Finally, she said, "Thing is,
I'm worried about you, Danes."
Dana's antennae stood up straight -- surprised. "Huh?"
"Dana," Babs said, still looking at me. "Werewolves are
dangerous. It's not even that they're wild -- they're feral."
"But Lupe's not dangerous!"
"Yes, I am," I told her. Because it's the truth. And I owed her
that at least.
Dana turned on me. "Not to me."
"To everyone," I said.
"And what happens," Babs said, "when you write your retraction?"
Meaning what would I do? I didn't know.
"But I can't," Dana said, with clear conviction. "You're right,
both of you. It's not a lie direct." Then to me, she raised her free
hand. "If anyone asks me directly, I have to say the truth, that weres
exist. But I won't TELL anyone. Omission isn't lying."
After a moment, I nodded. It bothered me -- a lot -- but it was
her nature, and both of us had to live with it. Just as we had to live
with mine.
"Please believe me -- I'd never, ever betray you," Dana said,
squeezing my hand. "Like, EVER."
The bell rang, ending homeroom. I looked at Babs. After a
moment, she told me, "If you hurt her -- ever."
"Babs!" Dana protested. But Babs and I looked each other in the
eyes. I wanted to snarl at the threat, but Babs was protecting a female
of her pack. If I thought of it that way, it made sense. "Silver
Mistress witness, if I do," I said.
Her eyes widened at that, and she nodded. "I'll keep quiet."
I nodded back -- acknowledged. I didn't like having a second
person knowing, but I had to trust her. Even if a threat would work on
her, which I doubted, I knew Dana wouldn't let me try -- not the way she
was tugging my arm. I'd have to get Babs alone -- which I wanted to do,
anyway.
What the hell WAS she, anyway?
*
Dana
Lupe picked up my mochaccino from the edge of a sink -- how'd it gotten
there? -- and handled it to me. With a quick good-bye to Babs, we hurried
to English, hand in hand. Almost made it before the bell, too.
"Dana, Lupe -- relief?" Ms Emerson asked.
My boy and I looked at each other. I smiled, and he did too,
wryly. No, we didn't need relief. Not after this morning. Though in a
little bit ...
Tatja raised her eyebrows at us as we sat down, then crinkled her
nose in amusement. I raised my chin at her -- yes, he's my boy. She
pursed her lips and nodded. I thought in approval, though it was hard to
tell. I wondered briefly if she'd be as disturbed as Babs (and why had
she been? what was wrong with it?) to learn Lupe was a werewolf (not that
she would) -- but then Emerson called class to order.
Oh, right. A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM, act three.
Though actually, we only covered the first scene, with Bottom and
Titania, and before that went back to act one to introduce the
mechanicals. As Gillian pointed out, the third act's totally long, so
it's not like there isn't enough to talk about in just the first half.
I do have to say, I thought that was a very mean trick of Puck's,
with the donkey's head -- not like a fairy AT ALL. And listening to Tats
reading Titania fawning over Jeremy Briskin as Bottom? -- that was Just
Wrong. Tats should never be that goopy over a boy. Not that I can
imagine her going out with anyone, though I know she and Babs have, a
couple times.
We spent a lot of time talking about the whole love is blind
thing. Tatja did point out that Titania isn't blind to Bottom's faults --
"after all, she's kinda turned on by the ears" -- she just doesn't care.
Which made Lupe thoughtful. Good. I'd finally figured out why he was
bothered by the idea of anyone getting close to him -- because of the
whole lone wolf thing. We needed to talk, just the two of us -- maybe
during lunch -- so I could convince him I didn't mind. That I like his
furry wolf ears.
Well, I do! They're like so cute, the way they swivel when he
hears something, and perk up when he's playful. Adorable.
Okay, so I was a little totally distracted, sitting next to him.
At the end of class, I caught Lupe's hand before he left.
"Lunch?"
After a moment, he nodded. "Sí, mi hada gringa."
I had to laugh -- with my moth-fair skin I am a rather Anglo
fairy, even if I only learned English six years ago. I squeezed his hand
and let him go. With regrets.
Tatja looked down at me amused.
"What?"
"So that's the way of it?" she asked.
I could have pretended not to understand her. But instead, a
little happy sigh escaped me. "Yeah."
"Hmm," she said. "You serious?"
I stopped in the hallway. Was I? So much had happened in a few
short hours. "I don't know," I admitted. "I think so. I hope so."
She smiled at that. "Good." Though what was good about being
confused?
But then a boy asked to feel my breasts, to compare them to his
girlfriend on the swim team's. His fingers weren't as nice as Lupe's.
Her body was nicely muscled, though, if differently from Lupe's runner's
build -- or my flier's build.
Fritz didn't meet us in the halls, but arrived in biology ahead of
us, as he usually does -- or did before this week. And since I had to sit
in front again, I didn't get to talk with him and find out what had been
up, this morning. Well, sure, I knew it was Lupe, but it's not like Fritz
and I had had a thing.
I declined relief, though I was a LEETLE worked up after sitting
next to my boy all period. "You sure?" Ms Leyden asked.
I nodded firmly.
"Be aware, I will ask you do by the end of the week." As a
non-human sexuality demonstration, I realized. Swell. But I didn't want
to yet, and just nodded.
Class was, again, me talking. Mostly about fairy family life --
or that's what we started with. We kept getting distracted by the other
peoples of Elfland. Well, okay, I did. But it's important to understand
the differences -- like fairies have one mother and one father, feys don't
marry at all, but raise their children as single fathers, while imps have
three mothers and two dads (and no, I don't know how that third mother
worked -- I'm not a imp!).
And that of course led to other creatures of Elfland. People
seemed to have trouble keeping straight that elves are mythical but
griffins legendary -- and that dragons are extinct but unicorns alive and
real.
"I've ridden a unicorn, you know," I told them.
"But could you now?" a boy called out.
"No," I said. Laughter. Exasperated, I went on, "There aren't
any on Earth."
More laughter. Fritz and Tatja didn't like that, in their
different ways.
And so on. I was proud of myself -- I never once hinted at
werewolves. Not that there are any in Elfland, which was what we were
talking about. But I was determined to keep my promise.
*
Lupe
I stayed a couple minutes late in calculus, to ask about possible make-up
work for the stuff I was missing this week. The teacher told me to worry
instead about the AP test -- coming up in two weeks. Whatever.
But it meant I arrived at the locker room later than usual, just
as Tatja did. She seemed bemused at Luisa's gang's eager reaction to my
arrival, but then frowned when she saw mine to them: my cock wasn't up,
but I got harder as soon as they trapped me. Even though I wasn't in the
mood for them. I changed shoes and got away as quickly as I could. Even
running outside, chilly as it was, was better than being felt up.
I was a bit to preoccupied, though, to run my best. Imagine that.
Though Coach Dean assumed it was the cold. I told myself it was just that
I don't like being touched, as Luisa had done. I even managed to convince
myself of that, enough that my last 1500m race, I did well. It wasn't
until I went inside and saw Tatja waiting for me I realized the truth.
Dana knew how to touch me. So did Tatja, in her completely
nonsexual way. I didn't like the way Luisa and her girls did it. All
sex. Not that wasn't sexual with Dana, now, but that was different
somehow. The way these girls did it, I wasn't sure I could keep a handle
on myself. Especially the way it set my hairs on end.
"Shower with me?" Tatja asked with a slight frown.
I nodded, even if she seemed a bit to sharp. I could put up with
her disapproval, though, for her protection.
Again, we got a corner to ourselves, though a couple girls gave us
(her? me?) dirty looks for that. I didn't think we'd get away with this
another day. Whatever -- I needed it today.
This time, though, we weren't silent.
"The thing about Dana is," Tatja said bluntly as she turned away
from me, "she doesn't have much experience with athletes."
"So?" I said as I started soaping up her back. "I'm not like
other jocks." Despite this reminder of Dana, I couldn't help admiring
Tatja's body. It'd been hours since dawn, and in the company of wet,
naked girls, my cock was stiff again.
"That's true enough," Tatja said. I gave her back a look -- was
she hinting that she knew about my nature? I couldn't tell. She went on,
"Is this just a Program Week thing?"
"I don't know," I said honestly. "I don't even know if it's just
today."
"Fair enough." She turned around to rinse off. "Though I get the
feeling she thinks it's more than just that."
Which was what I was afraid of. Or was I? The thought of staying
with Dana made me feel light on my feet, despite the dangers. I passed
Tatja the soap. As she lathered her hands, I said, "One day at a time."
She stopped and looked at me -- really looked. I met her gaze.
What I'd seen in Babs, about her being neither predator nor prey?
Not Tatja -- she was all hunter. She wasn't after me, but she could take
me down as easily spiking a ball. It was all I could do to turn my back
to her and let her scrub it.
"I'd warn you not to hurt her, but I suspect I don't have to."
A snarl escaped me before I could clamp down. "She says," I said
to the tile wall, "she can take care of herself."
Her hands paused a moment, before continuing. "But you don't
believe her?"
I turned halfway around, to rinse off my back, but didn't look at
her. "It's not my intentions I'm worried about," I said levelly. It's
what I don't intend to do.
"Other people's?" she murmured, "or yourself?"
I kept my face blank. That seemed to shut her up, at least for a
while as we finished washing and rinsing.
When we were done, Tatja put her hand on my arm to stop me, just
for a moment. "She has friends -- who know what that means, even if you
don't."
Which stung me. "She's my Program partner. I know what that
means."
She nodded acknowledgement, then went on, "And after this week?"
I looked at her steadily. What the hell did she want me to say?
She turned off the water. Nothing, apparently. I don't get
girls, man. We toweled off together, still silent.
*
Dana
Fritz did walk with me to math. It was kinda comforting, his looming
presence, though he didn't have to glower like that at kids with requests.
I felt a little better when Babs caught up with us. Well, a lot better,
as it turned out.
She arrived just as two freshmen were finishing "investigating" me
down there. They were actually kinda cute about it, and I was getting a
little flushed. Babs caught my hand as the bell rang.
"Who ya gonna ask for relief from?" she asked as we started to
class.
"Uh," I said. I hadn't thought about it -- and thinking about it,
I wanted to wait till I saw Lupe, at lunch.
Babs stopped me with a tug on my hand, turning me to face her.
Her other hand cupped my mound, fingers slipping between my wet folds. I
gasped softly.
"You," she said in a husky voice, "are distracted and clearly need
relief."
With Babs fingering me like that? No duh.
"Trust me?" she whispered in my ear.
I shivered. It was all I could do to nod. My hips started moving
against her hand.
"Come on," Fritz called out, ahead of us. "We're late as it is!"
Babs pulled away, and I almost whimpered. "I'll point out someone
who's really good," she told me as we started to run.
As we entered class, Babs told Mr. Weinberger, "Dana needs
relief." She guided me to the front of class, and over my shoulder
pointed at someone.
Veronica Mercury.
I nodded in a daze, and Veronica got up, with a smile on her face.
She's one of Babs's sometime dates, and head of our Gay-Straight Alliance
chapter. I knew, as Yours Truly, Veronica dates around with occasional
steady girlfriends -- that she hooked up with enough girls she probably
knew how to please one. I took a deep breath as she knelt between my
spraggled legs.
When her hands wrapped around my thighs, I realized: I was letting
a girl go down on me. Like I said, I'm straight. I was about to pull
away when a doubt hit me -- was I bothered because she wasn't a boy or
because she wasn't my boy? I couldn't tell. And in that moment, she
parted my folds with her tongue and I didn't care.
Five minutes later, I could say that Veronica was definitely
better at oral sex than Ricky or Lupe, or even Babs. Enough better, I
didn't care what plumbing she had. Woofs! Even with people holding down
notebooks, papers were still strewn everywhere. My bad.
I don't remember anything of the rest of class.
Well, aside from Babs's smirk. SO not helpful.
*
Lupe
This time, I didn't wait for Tatja to dress but went straight to my locker
-- my school locker, I mean -- only to dither over whether to work on
history or calc during lunch. The assignment for class to come or catch
up with the class already past? I eventually decided the former, because
my history book was closer to the top of the pile -- I grabbed it and some
paper for notes.
Fritz was standing at the entrance to the Commons. I nodded to
him and walked past. I wanted lunch.
"Hey, Vega," he called out, "I wanna talk to you."
A hand caught my shoulder, and I whirled around, shaking it off.
I looked up at Fritz. He scowled behind his thick glasses. Large, yes,
but kinda pudgy -- not the sort of guy who normally hassles me. But then,
over a foot taller -- maybe he thought he could get away with it.
"Or are you running away as usual, Vega?"
Whatever that meant -- my running track? "It's de Vega," I told
him. I drew myself up, shifting slightly back as I did so -- staying
light on my feet.
"About Dana," he said.
More dither: I couldn't decide between "What about her?" and
hashing it out here and now or just leaving. Which meant I just stood
there looking at him.
He went on, "I know what you're up to."
Good trick -- given I didn't know myself. Other than I wanted to
back away before I hurt her. I raised one eyebrow. "Five-one,
one-fifteen, last I measured," I said.
He shook that off. "You're not her type."
Okay, never mind that I'd spent half the morning thinking of ways
to convince her she shouldn't go out with me -- that just made me mad.
Who the hell was he, telling me off? Just because I lived south of the
park or something. I smiled, lightly I hoped, and said, "You looked at
her back lately? She's neither of our types, man."
Fritz took a step towards me. "That's not what I meant, and you
know it."
I flipped up my empty hand. "What, 'cause I'm a jock and she's
not? Some might say that's a reason to like me."
I know what you're thinking -- stupid. And normally, I don't play
those sorts of games, waving red under the bull's nose. But see, unlike
Babs or Tatja -- well, they had personal authority, and I respected that.
This guy, he had nothing. He'd baited me every time we talked. Didn't
matter than I was naked and he had a hundred pounds on me -- I could take
him, if he pushed it.
And he did -- he reached for me --
"Hey!" Dana said, stepping between us. I flashed back to last
night, her landing between me and that German shepherd. Her antennae
quivered with indignation, and her wings fluttered slightly.
"Stay out of this, Dana," Fritz told her, looking over her wings
at me. As if telling her that ever worked. If he was really her friend,
you'd think he'd know her better.
"I Will Not," she said, looking back and forth between us.
"You've forgotten two things."
Fritz looked at her finally. "What?"
"One," Dana said. She turned on Fritz; her finger seemed to trail
rainbow-colored sparks as she pointed at him. "This is between him and
me, not you."
Fritz had the grace to look abashed.
Without pausing, she turned on me. This time I knew I wasn't
imagining the sparks -- they glowed in the air for just a moment, but they
were real. "Second, this is between you and me, not him."
Shit, I thought. She does magic.
My first impulse was to be pissed -- she'd lied to me. But no, I
knew better than that. She'd really been bummed out about not having
magic yet. This was new. I didn't even know if she knew she was doing
it. Which thought freaked me -- every hair on my arms and neck stood on
end. Magic not under control? Worse than deliberate magic, man.
"Lupe?" she said.
I looked her in the eyes. "You're right," I said, voice as level
as I could make it. "We need to talk."
*
Dana
I suppose I shoulda like expected something when Fritz stopped in the
bathroom on the way to lunch, telling us he'd catch up with us in the
Commons. Then again, that in itself wasn't all that unusual. But usually
he catches up with us in the cafeteria line -- and he still wasn't there
when we sat down.
Though I was so not noticing that -- all I saw was that Lupe still
hadn't arrived. It was only because I was watching the entrance for him
that I saw Fritz confront him, and was able to get there before a fight
started.
When Lupe told me we needed to talk, I nodded -- we did. To
Fritz, I said, "Later," in the tone you scold a puppy caught with your
favorite shoes. Which as far as I was concerned, he was. Nobody got to
chew on my boy. Well, except for me. I shivered at that thought.
Lupe and I found an empty table for two, against a wall, and sat
down. He put his textbook down, and I took his hands in mine.
"Thing is," I told him, "Fritz is my friend. We go back a ways.
He was my first friend, when I moved here from Elfland."
Lupe licked his lips, then nodded. "I can respect that." Then,
"But can he respect me?"
Eh? "Why not?"
Lupe lifted his chin, pointing back to the entrance. "He made it
pretty clear he doesn't like me."
"Yeah, well, he -- well he, I found out this week -- "
Lupe nodded. "That he's interested in you -- but he never made a
move."
"Exactly," I said. I knew my boy would understand.
"That's not all of it," he said.
I blinked. "What else is there?"
He made that wry smile of his that makes my heart flutter --
almost as if it has wings of its own, except of course it's still in my
chest. "He hadn't gotten to explaining," Lupe said, "whether he thought
I'm too good for you or you're too good for me."
I rolled my eyes. "But we're on the level." Then after a moment,
"No, wait, that's the not the phrase." Dratted English idioms again.
"On the same level?" Lupe suggested. "Of the same kind?"
"Right -- we're matched. We match each other."
Lupe took a breath. "Are we?"
"Well *I* think so," I told him. "And a couple hours ago I could
have sworn you did too."
He pursed his lips as if not sure how to say something. His firm
hands pressed mine slightly harder. "And after this week?"
I looked at him like he'd sprouted a new set of arms. Okay, bad
analogy -- he does have different arms: wolf legs. But you know what I
mean. Finally I said, "Lupe de Vega, are you saying you had sex with me
only because you're my Program partner?"
Which got through to him nicely -- his face was stricken, and his
voice panicked. "No! That's not -- " He swallowed.
"Then what?"
He opened his mouth, then snorted. "Hell, a block of wood would
get the hots for you."
I glared at him, but that didn't daunt him. Surely it was not
just lust -- not that connection we had. Still had, for all he hadn't
acknowledged it. Or not in words.
He went on, "Part of it was, that you didn't run away."
Was he even making sense? "So what does the end of this week have
to do anything?"
Lupe picked his words carefully. "I know what being a Program
partner means. I would never hurt you, knowing that."
But after we were no longer partners?
Then the not running away thing, the change, the week -- finally
something clicked. "Look," I told him, "you're not a wolf, not until you
change. And even then, it's not the same."
"But I am," Lupe said, then shook his head. "I mean -- no, I'm
not a wolf, nor am I a human. I'm still the same me, in both forms."
"Oh," I said. That made sense. I remembered that dark strength
I'd seen in his eyes, when he'd stepped between me and Bradley, when had
it been -- yesterday? That wasn't the wolf inside him -- but part of him,
part of his whole.
"And that's the thing," he said.
"But then why the whole lone wolf thing?" I broke in.
His brow wrinkled.
I went on, "Why act like that -- going it alone, without friends?"
And it was only when I said that, I realized I finally believed it. He
really didn't have friends, for all I didn't understand it. Didn't
understand how he could live like that. "I thought wolves ran in packs,
anyway."
"Okay, one at time." He let go of my hands to tick off his pinky
finger. "First, adolescent wolves actually are loners -- they don't join
packs till they're older. Second, that doesn't matter because I'm not a
wolf -- I'm a werewolf. I stick to myself," he ticked off a third finger,
"because I don't trust myself."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I don't have perfect control -- over what form I have,
over what I do. My temper." I started to protest, but he overrode me,
"And it's not just Her phase. It's worse now, but I don't, even when
She's new."
I took the first response that came to mind. "What temper?"
"Dana," he said seriously, "yesterday I came THIS close to ripping
that jerk's face off." He held up his right hand, fingers curved as if
claws.
No, his fingernails WERE claws -- his forearm was in wolf form.
"Bradley," I said, staring at his hand. Had he done that
yesterday, and I didn't notice?
"Whatever." He concentrated, whispering something about "full of
gracile orders with you," and his hand -- *shifted*. In better light, I
could watch it happen. I don't know how to explain it, except it was like
no fairy magic I knew. One moment it was a wolf paw, another moment a
human hand again. The hand that had made love to me, that morning.
I took it in mine, warm and solid, and looked him in the eyes.
"I don't care."
He opened his mouth, but I held up my other hand to stop him.
"How was your temper, a couple years ago?"
He blinked. "Vicious," he admitted.
"You're better now, right?"
He slowly nodded.
"We're both of us still growing up -- learning how to be a fairy
and a werewolf." I made an impatient sound. "We're teenagers, for
Spirit's sake. We're suppose to fly off the handle once in a while."
"Nonetheless," he said.
"Lupe -- maybe you have mad management issues. Maybe you'll hurt
me. If you do, then yes, I'll do what I have to. I may look small and
delicate, but I have the strength of Elfland in my bones. So until then,
don't try to protect me by throwing yourself away."
"Um."
"You know what I mean."
He blinked. "I'm not sure that I do."
I leaned forward, trying to make him understand. The fact that
this let me smell him better had nothing to do with it. "I'm saying it's
my choice."
He shook his head. "No, it's both of ours."
I opened my mouth, then closed it. He was right. But still.
"You've had how many chances to rip me apart?"
The corner of his mouth quirked. "Counting just the times you've
stepped between me and someone else spoiling for a fight?"
"Exactly," I told him. "You didn't touch me once."
"That doesn't mean -- "
I reached out and gripped his other hand as well. "Lupe, I'm a
fairy -- I can take care of myself. Just as you can take care of
yourself. If you ever scare me, I'll let you know. I can help."
He looked me in the eyes for several seconds, then down at the
table, between our hands. "I've talked with several strong people today.
You may be the strongest of them all." He shook his head. "I mean, look
at me -- just a bit ago, I thought about how you don't take sh-- crap from
no one. Did I pay attention?" His wry smile answered, "No."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. Fortunately, my stomach came
to my rescue -- it growled at me for that lunch I'd left back at the
table. Lupe looked down at my belly with a smile.
"Say," I said, "where's your lunch?"
"I was going to buy it," he said, jerking his head back to the
food line. "Since it's free this week."
I nodded. "Join us when you get it?"
He let out his breath. "Thing is, I have work to do." He nodded
at his history textbook, sitting ignored on the edge of our table. "I
haven't started our essay for the week."
I groaned. "I forgot. At least this is our last."
"Yeah." Sour face. "Next week is practice exams."
Such the happy thought -- NOT. History would be my first AP exam.
I was so not looking forward to this. But then I had a real happy
thought. "We can work on it together." Me and Lupe -- that sounded good.
"Um. Okay." He didn't sound convinced, though.
"Let me get my lunch, while you get yours. BRB." And before he
could come up with a stupid objection, I bounced up and headed back to the
others.
*
Lupe
It's not like I hadn't been rejected before. But having that you break up
be rejected, that felt really weird. Okay, aside from the fact that not
only weren't Dana and I going out yet, but I'd never been out with someone
enough to break up with them. Not that that makes sense either. Look,
let's just say I felt off-balance and leave it at that, man.
Besides, it isn't every day a cute girl tells you she isn't afraid
of you. That she wants you. Especially when her pink nipples stare at
you across the table.
So I did the only thing I could, which was roll with it. I went
to the cafeteria line. Lunch looked ... unappetizing: red glop with a
side of gray goop, plus a dish of orange cubes claiming a tangential
relationship to peaches. But at that point, I was hungry enough to eat
it. And it was at least worth the price.
Dana hadn't returned when I sat down.
We were going out? I shook my head. How could we have a
half-hour heart-to-heart and still not know? All I knew was, we weren't
not going out. Or something like that. Made my head hurt, thinking about
it. I opened my book and read as I ate.
Five minutes later, Dana came back holding a tray. "I tried to
talk to Fritz," was all she said.
I grunted noncommittally, and looked at her red glop. "Is that
frozen solid yet?"
She tried to pull her fork out. "No, but it has congealed." It
came loose with a disgusting pop.
"I don't want to know what it is," I told her. "Really."
She peered at it. "Melted plastic? With ugly sauce on top?"
"Worse -- frozen disdain."
"Solidified indigestion!"
We grinned. We spent the rest of lunch suggesting impossible
origins for what we ate. And, yeah, we ate it -- had to. We parted
outside the Commons, still cracking jokes about the food.
And, no, we didn't get a lick of work done. Why do you ask?
I went to class with a smile on my face. I may not have known
what was up with us, but it didn't matter -- we'd find out. It wasn't
till halfway through physics that I remembered: I hadn't mentioned seeing
Dana do magic.
*
Dana
It wasn't till I got to class that my good mood wore off. Art -- another
day of modeling. At least it wasn't the such the nosy interrogation of
bio. Just tiring.
I was beginning to respect live models, and what they got paid.
It's GOT to be serious money.
This time, it was more of the same, only not. I mean, I did the
same Victorian fairy poses, but everyone else got to draw me how they
liked -- punctilist, cubist, stick-figure, whatever. So only kinda
boring. I will say, the anime versions Shelley drew were way cute -- I
asked her to email me scans.
I spent the time looking forward to meeting Lupe in history.
Which, BTW, we had not worked on during lunch. Bad us. But I didn't care
-- I had my boy to think about. And sigh goopily over. I hadn't taken
relief at the start of class because, well -- I wanted to save it for him.
I know, sounds dorky. And goes against the whole Program idea, to
experience other people. But if I wanted to wait for my partner's help,
what of it? My prerogative -- if I'm using that word correctly -- maybe I
mean protagonist.
At the end of class, I scampered out of class and hustled. I got
most of the way to history before a girl stopped me with a request. As I
stood there, I could see through the shifting kids Lupe taking one
himself, just down the hall. So close, and yet not there. At least the
girl was quick.
As was Lupe's boy. It seemed he was comparing my boy's penis to
his boyfriend's. "That was surreal," Lupe muttered, looking after the
guy.
I glommed onto Lupe's hand. "Relief?"
"Oh yeah." His eyes liked glowed, and I think his penis may have
twitched. His hard, warm penis ... I shook my head to clear it.
Then at his wide eyes, I quickly corrected, "Yes yes yes -- I need
it." That was NOT a shake of No.
"Each other?" he asked softly.
The warmth between my legs spread through my body -- my face and
chest flushed. Oh yes. We arrived in history just as the bell rang.
"We're giving each other relief," I told Mr. Janos as we tossed
down our bags. Before the teacher could even agree, we were standing in
front, facing each other, a little offset -- just as we had yesterday, in
the halls.
I wrapped my right hand around his penis -- just as hard as I
remembered -- as he slid his gently over my mound, between my legs. With
our other hands, we held each other -- me his shoulder, he my hip. His
hair tasted of wilderness in the pre-dawn. I was so aware of each
contact, each touch, I thought I could feel whorls on his fingerprints.
His dark eyes looked into mine. I wanted to do this forever.
Okay, so what I wanted to do was tackle my boy and ride him till
we passed out exhausted. I didn't, of course. Hello -- in class. Not
that I paid any attention to our audience. But there ARE limits to what
you can do during the Program. Besides, those hard floors are COLD.
Lupe came before I did, though I was close -- I barely had enough
presence of mind to direct his semen onto my body, to avoid splattering my
wings. As his last dribbles came out, his hand started moving rapidly.
I dropped his penis to grab his other shoulder, for balance. So close --
so -- there -- like that -- like --
And then he kissed me -- and only then did I notice my voice,
because I was screaming, a high wordless shriek, into his mouth. I don't
know why that, despite disconcerting me so, sent me over -- I think the
hardest orgasm I'd ever had, like several herds of nixies stampeding along
my nerves. Because it was stifled, constrained?
I didn't know, but it was something to explore.
When the stampede passed, we broke our kiss, panting hard. Lupe
swallowed -- whoa. I nodded -- agreed.
*
Lupe
It turns out, if you kiss a girl covered with jism, it gets on you.
Quite obvious, if you think about it. Of course, I hadn't. Silly me.
Don't get me wrong -- mutual masturbation with Dana was almost as
mindblowing as sex with her. Almost. But I don't like the feel of sticky
semen on my skin -- that's why I'm fastidious about how I jack off. It
wasn't all that bad this time -- being, ya know, a hormone stew. But I
still grabbed several tissues to clean up. Dried semen in my body hair is
even worse than wet.
Dana didn't bother wiping off.
Which meant I sat next to a naked girl who'd just gotten me off,
who was covered in my jism. I was hard again within a minute of sitting
down. I was going to have to tell her how distracting (how hot) I found
that. Later.
Oh, and history class? Just as much of a wash as history homework
at lunch. I tried to pay attention, when I wasn't sneaking glances at
Dana, but, well. I remember the teacher mention Iran, but whether Iran
hostages or Iran-Contra, I couldn't tell you, man.
At the end of class, we packed up and headed for our last class,
holding hands. We were hit with requests as soon as we left the room:
chicas feeling up my cock and balls, guys groping Dana's breasts and
pussy. My semen, it turned out, had mostly dried. One boy asked to feel
her "feelers," which torqued her a little. I thought about going after
him -- nothing physical, just a little intimidation of his personal space,
to give him the idea that no it was not okay with the fairy -- but Dana
gave me a Look and I didn't. Turned out I didn't need to, with her being
Firm with the guy in a way that let him know what was what.
What she said about taking care of herself, when it came to me?
Maybe she had a point.
Anyway, so when Babs found us, just as the bell rang, we hadn't
moved further than the next classroom -- we had to really run for it. So
yeah, that was me with a bouncing boner, sprinting through the halls.
What I said about erections in a jock strap? It's worse without one.
Ow.
Babs tried to hold both our hands, but neither Dana nor I wanted
to let go. And since Dana needed to physically control her messenger bag
with her other hand, Babs grabbed mine.
"Relief?" Babs asked as we skidded to a stop.
As one, without looking, Dana and I said, "Each other." And
smiled at each other.
Babs snorted, but went in before us.
"Nos aliviamos," I told the teacher. Which got me a correction,
for saying we're relieving ourselves instead of each other, but I ignored
her. For one thing, she knew what I meant -- and for another, I wanted
relief now dammit. From Dana, while I gave her relief in turn.
I grabbed a wad of tissues as we took the same position as last
period -- facing each other, slightly offset so we could both use our
right hands. Her pussy was wet again, or wet still -- my fingers slid
easily between her lips. This time, I focused on her clit, rubbing it
between my fingers, pinching it. Well, that and on her hand pumping my
cock.
I thought, after the day so far, it'd take me a while this time.
Ha. Being with Dana, being felt up, feeling her coming close, feeling her
hand on me -- it all boiled up hard. We came together. This time, I
didn't kiss her -- too awkward, with our hands. Also, too out of it with
my own orgasm. It wasn't as hard as last period, but well, hell -- coming
together with a girl you really like? Sweet. Even with the shriek in my
ear.
Sweet enough, we forgot to use those tissues. I wiped up what got
on the floor, while Dana helped pick up papers scattered by her wings, but
again Dana didn't clean herself. This time, my cock really was too
drained to respond. I sat with her and Babs.
I was as giddy as a litter of puppies just let out in the yard.
What I said about history went double for Spanish -- I didn't even
try. I remember being vaguely bothered by something, but I ignored it.
I ignored everything but Dana (the way she sat, smiled at me, made goofy
doodles in her notebook) -- even the teacher. For once, the universe let
me off the hook -- she never called on me.
I didn't really notice the bell ring till Babs stood up. Oh, I
thought -- end of class. Yes, I really was that out of it, man. If it
wasn't Dana, I wasn't paying attention to it. Somehow we got out into the
hall, bags packed.
"I've, uh, got track," I told her.
Dana nodded. "I know."
After a moment, I added, "I should go to it." And didn't leave.
"Yes, you should."
"Well, yeah," I said -- I think. Something inane. It didn't
matter. There was me and her, and her pale eyes, and golden hair, and
adorable antennae, and sexy body. Yes, I'd just gotten off twice in the
last couple hours -- this after sex this morning -- but what I wanted was
to take this fairy who wanted me somewhere else, somewhere private, and do
it again. Though of course, there was also someone else. Someone who
could take part.
Except -- say what? I looked at Babs. I'd been so absorbed in
Dana, I shouldn't have noticed another girl existed, let alone that she
was sexy. And Babs was definitely sexy, at least the moment I first
glanced at her. Then I realized she had clothes on, and wasn't a cute
nude fairy but merely a hottie.
It was that loosening that convinced me I hadn't imagined it. My
attention had been *tugged* from Dana -- to Babs. How? More magic?
I studied her tightly, enough I didn't really hear what Dana said,
or what Babs replied.
"Okay, what ARE you?" I suddenly said.
She smiled wryly, for just a moment, but it was enough to confirm
my suspicions. She was supernatural, like Dana and me -- thus her knowing
about werewolves. Babs said lightly, "What do you mean?" and turned up
her hand, as if she were innocent -- but really, indicating the other
people in the halls. Okay, she had a point there.
"What do you mean?" Dana asked me.
I nodded across the hall, down a ways, at the boy's bathroom. We
needed privacy for this -- it was time to have it out. Okay, so I could
get a Program demerit if I was caught in there. Tough.
As soon as we were inside and we'd confirmed we were alone, I
asked Babs, "How'd you do that?"
"Do what?" she asked, trying to play innocent.
"Catch our attention even though -- " I didn't know how to word
it.
"You were halfway up Couples Mountain?" Babs suggested.
I nodded.
"What are you talking about?" Dana asked us.
"I thought you were a sharp one," Babs told me.
I folded my arms and looked at her.
"Seriously, Babs -- what ARE you talking about?" Dana said.
"My father was a peri," Babs explained.
I blinked.
"A what?" Dana asked.
"Isn't that the Muslim version of a fairy?" I said.
"Sort of," Babs said. "Peris are like ifrits and djinns, only
with the chance of returning to Allah."
"So what does that make you?" I asked.
She grinned. "A houri."
"A what?" Dana asked.
"In the Islamic paradise," I said, trying to sound like I wasn't
guessing, "the concubines for the faithful."
"Something like that," Babs said a little ... bitterly? I guess I
could see that, being assigned the job of celestial sex worker. Not that,
if her rep was to be believed, was Babs adverse to lots of sex. Or maybe
it was having to share a single faithful with forty-nine other houri.
"Any relation to, what are they, succubuses?" Dana asked.
"Succubi and incubi," Babs said. "Distant cousins -- that's what
they called peris in Europe. My ancestors stayed in the Middle East."
I raised an eyebrow. "So you're saying, what -- you're some sort
of minor sex goddess?"
Babs whooped with laughter. "Goddess? Oh my no."
"Yeah," Dana told me, "not if she's a half-genie."
"Eh eh eh! -- I'm not a genie -- really," Babs told her. "Djinns
are different."
"A sex spirit, then," I said.
"That's ... as good a word for it as any."
"With the power to seduce," Dana said, looking concerned. She
shifted closer to me. I didn't blame her -- I wasn't sure if I liked this
myself.
Babs raised her hands, palms forward. "SOMETHING like that."
"In what way?" I asked.
"I can ... lower inhibitions. I can't seduce anyone against their
will."
Dana's mouth made an O. "Like if they have something to hide."
That took a moment to work through -- Babs had never seduced Dana.
Till this week, anyway. I wasn't sure if I was pleased to learn that or
not.
"Right," Babs said. "I let Fritz think it was because you were a
slow developer. But I suspected it was something more -- that's a
different kind of resistance."
"Which is why you didn't push it." Dana nodded. Her body relaxed
and, more importantly, her antennae perked up.
Maybe she was accepting, but I was still a little wigged. Babs
looked at me. I licked my lips.
"I need to think about it," I admitted. "Get used to the idea."
Though really, if fairies were real, why would succubi be any weirder?
"Fair enough, Wolf Boy," Babs said.
"He's not a wolf!" Dana protested. "He's a werewolf."
I touched her arm. "That's okay," I told Dana, looking at Babs.
Same difference, really. Besides, I got the message: that we each had a
secret on the other. Also, that she too was used to hiding her nature.
Babs nodded -- acknowledgement received.
Then, Dana looked at me. "Wait, don't you have track?"
Oh. Damn. Well, it wouldn't be the first time Coach chewed me
out, though it wasn't usually for being late.
"That," Babs said, looking at my face, "would be a Yes."
"Later?" I asked Dana.
She nodded -- still on for tonight.
Dana came into my arms to kiss me. Well, except I couldn't wrap
my arms around her back the way she could -- not with the wings in the
way. Not that it mattered, feeling her naked body tight against mine, her
warm mouth exploring mine. After a several moments, Dana hopped up,
wrapping her legs around my waist. I had to brace my legs and catch her
under her ass, but she wasn't as heavy as she could have been -- not with
the assist of her beating wings.
My cock had been only partially hard. With the moist folds of her
pussy trapping it against my body, moving with every wingbeat, it was hard
again.
Babs cleared her throat, and I could feel her *catch* our
attention for a moment. Which helped, actually -- knowing I knew what to
watch for, if she was putting the hocus on me. Reluctantly, Dana and I
broke our kiss. After a quick nose rub, she hopped down again.
If my cock had a voice, it would have whimpered. Later, I told
myself.
*
Dana
Wednesdays, I've nothing to do for the school paper -- my next column
isn't due till the weekend. Fritz, though, has Photo Club and Babs Drama
Club meetings -- and Tatja, of course, has practice, always practice. So
I go home directly, alone. Directly after retrieving my clothes outside
the front door, that is, and dressing for an audience. Which was like
even more weird than undressing for people. Strip-tease, I see why that's
interesting -- especially if Lupe did it. But why watch a dress-tease?
Anyway, as I walked home, I thought about Babs. Specifically,
about the question that really bothered me: If her father is a Muslim
spirit, where'd she get a last name like Scranton?
I know, I know -- such the trivial. There was so much else, but
sometimes the mind has a mind of its own, as it were.
Besides, her being non-human just made sense. Not that I'd picked
up on anything unusual, but it just fit her, yanno? Lupe was a bit
freaked, but as he said, just like Tatja had needed time to get used to
me, Lupe needed it for Babs. It'd work out. Babs was too sexy to be mad
at her for long. Not that Lupe was mad, exactly, but you know what I
mean.
When I got home, I took a nice long shower, or as long as I could
before my wing-scales got soaked. Not that I needed to relax any more,
but I wanted to wash my boy's dried semen off. I was starting to see why
he cleaned up immediately -- though of course, I realized, he had more
experience with it. After that, I should have done homework, but the not
sleeping last night finally caught up with me -- I napped till my
stepfather and brother came home.
I went downstairs to hear what Brian had done in daycare before he
went to watch his favorite TV show. Then I helped my stepfather start
dinner.
"And how was your day?" Jim asked me.
I puffed out my cheeks, then let out my breath in a whoosh. So
much had happened -- Lupe, Fritz, Babs, Lupe again. Lupe to come -- so to
speak. "Long," I said. I started peeling potatoes. Now THERE's a chore
I wouldn't mind magic for.
"And you didn't sleep last night."
"I'm fine -- just took a nap."
Jim nodded -- good. "And how IS school? The Program?"
"I, um ... " I delayed by peering at a potato then tasting it
with my antennae, before deciding it was good. Okay, so I didn't want to
tell my stepfather about what the Program was like. I didn't even want to
tell him about Lupe, not until I told Mom. Jim and I get along, but he's,
well, human -- he knows something of fairy ways, but not as much as he
thinks. "Some of it's boring -- SUCH the tedious," I said honestly.
"Boring!" He looked at me, eyes wide.
"Like, yah! I've been a live model in art All Week."
"Well, I guess -- " he said slowly, but I went on, "Do you have
any idea how hard it is to sit still for one minute, let alone ten? So,
yah, that's tedious -- as in hard."
Jim blinked. "Er ... ooo-kay."
"But that's just some of it," I admitted. "Some of it's fun."
And, okay, I smiled a little, thinking of my boy.
Which got me a sharp look. "Dana."
"What?" I started on another potato. "There's not much to say."
He put down his knife. "Dana, I know you'd prefer to talk to your
mother about it, and I can't say I blame you. Especially for girltalk
things. But your mother doesn't know much about what life on Earth is
like -- especially human schools."
That was true enough -- Mom spent the day flying, and most nights
home with her husband and son. She didn't get out much, not nearly as
much as I did.
Jim went on, "Nor what the Program means."
"What, and you do?" Which was, like, whack.
"More of it."
I thought a moment, then said, "No, I'm sorry, you just don't
understand." He couldn't -- the Program hadn't been around when he was
growing up.
"I've done a lot of reading," he started.
Oh, like that lived up to living it. I put down my peeler and
said, "Anyway, I've got homework and a long night ahead of me," and left
before he could say anything more.
I went to my room and closed the door. I was so annoyed, I stayed
in there till dinner, even after Mom came home. Really!
*
Lupe
I dumped all my books in my locker -- by the time I got off work, it'd be
almost dark: no chance I'd do homework tonight -- and hurried to practice.
Way late, of course. The locker room was empty when I got in.
Coach gave me the hairy eye when I trotted out to the track. I
shrugged and told him, "Program business."
He still chewed me out -- need for daily practice, peak condition,
blah blah. And while he was at it, why hadn't I gotten new shoes yet. I
didn't answer any of it, of course -- no point. Finally he sent me out to
warm up, then join the next 1500m heat -- he was having everyone who could
finish that distance run it, today. Hoping, I think, to find a third
person to enter it this weekend.
I won easily -- everyone started out too fast while I kept steady,
and so caught up on the third lap, stretching out my lead in the last one.
Winning didn't feel as good as sex with Dana -- I already knew I could
beat my teammates, though that black girl had improved enough I had to
watch her. But I wasn't even sure a meet win would be better.
I smiled to myself as I lined up for the next race -- I'd have to
find out.
One good thing running miles did -- forced me to not think about
Babs. I couldn't and still run. And thinking about it now, letting it
lie was what I needed to do just then, rather than obsess. Hell, I was
obsessing enough over Dana.
At the Caesaria's, I restocked shelves. Which was nicely mindless
work, if you don't mind working with a pricing gun that jams every tenth
damned sticker, it seems like -- nice, because my mind was too hung up on
Dana to do any, ya know, work that required actual thought. For ex: on
the toys shelf, there's a Mini Fairy Land play set I'd seen, what, dozens
of times and never gave a second thought to. That afternoon, I looked at
it and wondered what Dana would think of it. Then I looked at it again --
actually, the fairies looked a lot like Dana, except the wings were maybe
a little small, and their dresses were opaque.
I stood there for almost a minute, wondering whether to get it for
her. The door chimes jingled, breaking me out of it. I shook my head and
I put the box back on the shelf.
Caesaria noticed my distraction, and teased me with mooning over a
girl. Little did she know.
"I've got enough to worry about without a novia," I told her, as
always when she brings the subject up.
"No one's ever too busy for love," she said, as always. But then
added, "You should have fun, while you're still young, eh? By the time
you go to universidad, you'll be un viejo before your time."
Old man? I snorted. The door chimed again, and Caesaria went
back to the front counter. Besides, I was having fun with Dana, wasn't I?
The next time I passed it, I glanced at the Mini Fairy Land set
again. Maybe when I got paid, on Friday.
*
Dana
After a dinner where I basically didn't talk to anyone but Brian, I
quickly cleaned up my dishes. Then I left the house early, shortly after
the sun set. Part of it was to get away from Jim's scowl and Mom's
worried looks, but mostly I wanted to get to the park before the moon came
out. Which meant missing Kaidlêarnien, but Lupe, I told myself, was more
important.
He was in the clearing where I'd met him last night -- this time
waiting for me. I landed and gave him a good kiss. A good long kiss.
He tasted of forest wilderness under the stars.
One nice thing about my fairy girdle -- it was easy for Lupe to
get his hands inside it, to hold my breasts. Mmm. Especially the way he
rolled my nipples between his fingers. Though his skin tasted nervous --
and he trembled as if distracted. I knew a way to fix THAT.
"Know what I want to do?" I murmured against his lips.
"No."
He didn't?
He chuckled. "I want to hear you say it."
I pulled back, still holding onto his firm body. "I'd rather say
it without words."
"Yes, but can you say it without words without doing it?"
I gave him a Look, but he just laughed. Boys. I let go and made
a circle with thumb and forefinger, then jabbed my other forefinger
through it.
He snorted, and I smirked. Ha!
"So how 'bout it?" I asked, reaching up to kiss him again.
From behind him, a bang -- Lupe jumped and turned at the sound. A
car door, slammed over at a picnic area. He gulped.
Then he stood from his crouch and turned back to me, though his
glance darted about us. "Almost time."
The moon was coming up -- I nodded. "Come on -- let's put your
clothes someplace safe."
He blinked. "Other than in a bush?"
"Better." I pointed up.
He glanced up, then smiled. He took off his sweats and shoes and
handed them to me, then I flew into the big cottonwood tree and stashed
them in a crotch. I'd be able to get them back in the morning, but no one
else. Well, a raccoon might -- and they're tricksy critters. But I
didn't worry Lupe with that.
When I landed on the ground, he looked at me again -- or sort of.
He was like completely twitchy.
"Now," he told me.
*
Lupe
I could have held onto human form for a little longer, but only by waiting
until the Silver Mistress forced my change. I chose to do it now, on my
own time.
Inside me, there was Her pull -- the one that tugged my sinews.
I relaxed against it, and shifted. Bone to bone, skin to skin, flesh to
form. My forepaws met the ground, and I lifted my muzzle to looked up --
at the person standing before me. She didn't run -- I smelled no fear.
I sniffed her hand. Oh, yes -- her. I knew her scent from last
night. She was friend -- packfriend. I opened my mouth to smile with my
tongue.
The light of the Silver Mistress touched me. I had obeyed Her
call, but She was neither pleased nor displeased -- She was just a moon.
Or just a god.
The person knelt in front of me, putting her face before my
muzzle. I almost nipped her nose, but though she was pack, she didn't
play as roughly as I did. She was more delicate.
"You're beautiful, you know," she cooed. And scratched between my
ears. It felt really good -- I can never reach that spot, not easily. I
started panting, quivering.
"You need to run, don't you," she said with that odd human
expression. A smile, that's what it was.
I yipped -- almost a tame dog's bark, of all the humiliating
things. But I didn't care. I liked her, this packfriend. And besides, I
did need to run -- the Silver Mistress was tugging me away. My packfriend
let go, and gestured off, into the dark trees.
With another yip, I took off. I ran with the wind, and overhead,
she flew with me.
[continued in part 4, Thursday]
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