Cheryl couldn’t believe it. Ralph had been telling the truth. She looked at the white wolf, at a loss for words. “You know you could have just said that you had to go to the hospital or something.” Feeling uncomfortable with her back to the cave entrance, she turned around and sat with her back against the wall once more. This is much better. She refused to look at Ralph though.

He touched her hand with his own. Ralph had gone back to being human. “I guess I didn’t really think that through,” he admitted, sounding embarrassed. “I’ve never really been in a serious relationship before.”

Cheryl side-eyed Ralph. They had only seen started to see each other at the beginning of October. Cheryl was really into Ralph, but she wouldn’t say that they were serious. Not yet, anyways. “How long have you been a werewolf?” she asked him, relaxing a bit.

Ralph was silent for several minutes.

Outside the rain had shown no indication of slowing down. It was steadily growing darker. In about an hour or so Cheryl wouldn’t be able to see a thing.

Finally Ralph said: “I don’t know. Since I was a kid, I guess.”

“Wow,” was all she could muster. “What was it like?”

Ralph inched a little bit closer to Cheryl. “My dad’s side of the family was insanely religious.”

“Oh, yikes!” Cheryl winced.

“Yeah, that about sums it up,” he replied, moving a few inches again.

Being in such close proximity to Ralph in the nude, Cheryl couldn’t help but feel a little flirty. She began to remove her windbreaker.

“Wh-what are you doing?”

“Giving you my jacket.”

Ralph leaned in closer. “Thanks.” He took it, but he didn’t put it on.

Cheryl looked at him. She had never noticed before but his amber eyes did look more on the gold side, and his blonde hair was very pale. He laid her windbreaker flat on the ground in front of them. As she watched him her eyes traveled down to his cock. Ralph was a well-hung man, and currently his cock was fully erect.

Ralph smoothed out one final wrinkle from the jacket, then looked back up at Cheryl. “Can I fuck you?” he asked.

Cheryl was caught off guard by his directness. “Yes,” she found herself saying. Once again the words had simply flown from her mouth. Cheryl didn’t regret them though. Down below she was beginning to feel a little wet.

Before she could do anything she found herself caught up in Ralph’s embrace. His body was so warm. Their lips met, and they kissed each other.

“I have to warn you Cheryl. You’re going to like this a lot,” Ralph warned as soon as they separated. He helped pull her sweater over her head. “I’m not like the other guys.”

Cheryl silenced him with another kiss.

Ralph fumbled with her bra.

They separated again, and he cupped her breasts in his large hands. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful Cheryl!” he exclaimed before popping one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked, and Cheryl moaned.

She ran her hands through his hair, luxuriating at the pain and the pleasure. What Ralph was doing to her was perfect. She reached out and found his throbbing cock, eliciting a deep groan from the werewolf. Ralph let go of her nipple as Cheryl went down on him.

She took the tip of his cock and gave it a playful kiss, then she ran her tongue up and down his shaft. Now Ralph was running his hands through her hair. Cheryl slid the cock into her mouth and began to generously suck on it, moving up and down, much to Ralph’s delight.

Before she could deep throat him Ralph stopped her.

“Slow down,” he gasped. A trickle of sweat ran down his chest. He motioned to her jeans. “It’s not fair if you get to tease me, but I can’t tease you.

“Yeah?” Cheryl stood up and undid her belt, which she pulled free from the belt loops. After tossing the belt to the side she then went to work on her jeans. First she undid the zipper, followed by the button.

Ralph ran his hands through his hair. “You’re doing this on purpose!”

Cheryl treated him to an impish grin. Purposely taking her time, she slid one pant leg off. And then the other …

Ralph let out a low whistle. “A thong, Cheryl? That’s not exactly hiking gear, is it?” he teased.

Cheryl shushed him with a toe. “It’s for improved mobility!”

Ralph growled his approval. “I’m all for that,” he purred as he reached up to grab hold of the green thong. He brushed the tips of his claws down her leg, sending shivers of excitement through her body.

Cheryl watched as Ralph helped her slide the undergarment down her legs. There were butterflies in her stomach. She knew it was the same for him too. Her eyes traveled to the jacket on the ground. Ralph had made a pillow out of her sweater. “Such a gentleman,” she said.

Cheryl laid herself down, then looked expectantly up at Ralph.

He was smirking. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Cheryl bit her lip.

Ralph crawled up to her on all fours. He positioned himself behind her, running his fingers over her. “Your skin is so soft.” He kissed her shoulder. His hand found her clit, and with his deft fingers he began to play with her.

Cheryl felt an exquisite burst of pleasure between her thighs. Ralph worked until her body began to squirm. She gasped. “Fuck me!”

Ralph began to stroke her clit faster. “Yeah?”

Cheryl moaned again.

Ralph lifted one of her legs and entered her from behind. Cheryl had never tried this sex position with other dates before. That exquisite feeling of deliciousness began to build inside of her again.

She wasn’t about to let him have all the fun though. “Let’s switch!” she moaned.

He groaned, then uncoupled himself from her. Ralph laid himself back down.

Cheryl sat atop Ralph’s sweaty physique, positioning herself so that the tip of his cock slid inside of her. Ralph let out a gasp, then began to greedily rock his hips upwards. “Not just yet!” Cheryl warned. She took her belt and wrapped it around his neck. “There, now be a good boy!” she purred.

Ralph growled, but his eyes were shining with anticipation for what was about to come. “I bet you’ve never fucked a werewolf before,” he said.

Cheryl loosened her hold on the belt before leaning in. “No, you’re my first.” She kissed him on the mouth, a kiss which he returned with equal fervour. Cheryl bit his lip, then traveled down his neck, gently teasing as she explored the nooks and crannies that were his. She then sat up, and began to move.

She started slow, enjoying the tortured gasps that escaped her lover’s mouth. She could feel his fullness inside of her, gliding in and out as she pumped. She had never had sex with a werewolf before, that was true. Ralph had warned her that she’d like it, and he had been so right.

Cheryl gave in to the pleasure with reckless abandon. Ralph grabbed a hold of her breasts, squeezing them tight.

He looked her in the eye and winked.

“I’m still mad at you!” Cheryl warned.

Ralph moaned. “I’m at your mercy!” He rolled, and now he was on top of her; he began kissing her neck. At the delicate spot where her neck met shoulder he proceeded to give her a hickey.

Cheryl ran her nails across his back. She could feel her heart racing. What was more, she could feel that she was about to come. “Oh, Ralph!” Her body convulsed in climax.

Ralph soon followed after. He rolled off of her.

They laid in silence, listening to the rain.