by Wild (lit)
After I had had some food in my stomach, I looked at Carmela.
“Do you think age matters?”
She wasn’t quite sure what I meant. “In guys, you mean, or do you mean age difference?”
“Both.”
“Sure, it matters. Frankly I wouldn’t want to date an eighteen year old virgin – too much work!” She claimed. “Mind you, they are very grateful come to think of it.” Her eyes suddenly looked as if she was somewhere very far in the distance.
I could see she was clearly speaking from personal experience.
“How about the older ones?”
“I wouldn’t know. I don’t touch anything over thirty-five. Too much baggage.”
That didn’t sound very encouraging.
“How old do you think Vince is?”
“Early, mid thirties, I’d say. Good body, if you haven’t already noticed.”
I blushed. I had noticed the first day when I had seen him come out of the shower clad only in a towel. What did it matter that he was in his sixties, when his body looked and felt like he was in his thirties?
“So, what are you waiting for?”
She was right. What was I waiting for? I could only get the answer to my questions one way.
18. Vince’s Transformation
I had made up my mind. Standing in the shower, I went through my plan again. I would show up at the flat with a dozen red roses and ask her to give me a chance to explain. I would take her to a public place so she would feel safe. And then I would tell her the truth about me, all of it without leaving anything out.
It was the only way. And if she was still sitting opposite of me when I was done with my story, if she hadn’t run off yet, then I would tell her I couldn’t live without her, and that I wanted her to love me the way I loved her.
I was nervous and completely unsure about how she would react.
I stepped out of the shower and dried off. As I looked into the mirror, I hoped she would be able to love me. I still had the body of a thirty-three year old and my mind had never aged. My true age meant nothing.
But I was less worried about my age than the wild animal inside of me. How could she ever see past that and not live in constant fear of me?
A knock at the front door pulled me out of my thoughts. Nobody ever knocked at my door. I ran to the security monitor and saw her. I was about to storm downstairs when I realized I was still naked.
I rushed into my closet and jumped into a pair of shorts, not bothering with underwear. Seconds later I opened the door.
She looked beautiful. Her hair had a wonderful shine to it and the light breeze outside blew it into different directions. She wore a short summer dress which revealed more than it concealed. I guessed she wasn’t here to pick up her suitcases, not looking like that.
In my mind I made a note to myself to get Carmela a present, since I was petty sure she had a hand in this. I couldn’t stop staring at her. All I could think of was how beautiful she looked and that I wanted to kiss her.
“Aren’t you going to ask me in?”
I stepped aside. “Please.”
She brushed past me and started walking up the stairs. I noticed she still wore her bandage around her leg and supported herself on the railing.
I shut the door and followed her, shamelessly taking in the view from my vantage point as she walked up the stairs ahead of me. Her legs were slim and strong and her hips shifted from side to side with each step. I could feel myself getting aroused just looking at her legs. I was close enough to touch her, to run my hand up the inside of her legs. I was in dangerous territory. I wasn’t sure how far I would get with telling her my story if I continued looking at her.
She sat down on the couch and crossed her legs. She looked at me as I stood a few yards away from her.
“Can I get you anything?”
She nodded and I headed for the kitchen.
“Yes, an explanation.”
I stopped in my tracks and turned back to her. Obviously she had decided not to waste time with small talk and pleasantries. Well, at least it meant she would give me a chance to explain myself.
I sat down in the armchair furthest from her. I had rehearsed my speech, but now I wasn’t sure whether it was the right way to start.
“Annette, what I’m going to tell you is the truth, however incredible it may sound. And I want you to know I’ll never do anything to hurt you.” I paused. I couldn’t stall any longer.
“I was born in 1945 …” I started, but she waved me off instantly.
“I’ve figured that out. What I want to know is why you torched your lab at UCSF.”
I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I jumped up, but she didn’t flinch.
“You know? But - but how?” I stared at her.
“You’re not the only one with a college education,” she shot back. “And mine is a little bit more recent than yours if I might add.”
She was incredible. I tried to find any sign in her face that she was disgusted with me, but I detected none. “How much do you know?”
“Most of it, but feel free to fill in the blanks.”
“And you came back nevertheless?” She knew my true age, and still she sat on my couch, where I had kissed her passionately, where I had caressed her breasts, as if sitting there was the most natural thing in the world.
“I need some answers, Vince.”
“Anything you want to know.”
“Why did you set fire to the lab? Why destroy everything you’ve worked for?”
I realized then that she didn’t know everything, that the most important thing about me was still a mystery to her.
“Annette, this is going to be difficult for you to hear, but …” I didn’t know how to say it. I started again. “I had to destroy everything so nobody would make the same mistake I did. Yes, I’ve found the fountain of youth, and yes, I’ve stopped aging, but at what a price.”
I looked at her. Her eyes were fixed at me. She wanted to know everything, whether it was good or bad.
“Do you remember the mouse I euthanized?”
She nodded.
“Then you know my research has flaws. I’m not myself anymore. When my emotions overpower me, I lose control and take on the characteristics of a wild animal.”
I watched her intently as I spoke the words. There was a flicker in her eyes.
Her voice was quiet when she spoke. “What animal, Vince?”
What did it matter? She held my gaze. I knew she needed an answer.
“A mountain lion.”
Her mouth fell open and I could feel she held her breath.
She got up, slowly. I had lost her. She wanted to leave. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I had to let her go. I owed her that much. I had had my chance. It wasn’t meant to be.
Slowly she walked away from the couch. But what was she doing? Instead of heading for the stairs, she stopped in front of me and looked up. Now it was I who couldn’t breathe.
“It was you.” Her voice sounded incredulous. “You were the creature who saved me.”
I nodded. There were no more secrets.
Did she really raise her hand and caress my cheek? Did she trace my lips with her fingers? I didn’t dare move. I looked into her eyes and I saw no fear, no disgust.
“Then I only have one more question.” She swallowed hard.
I wondered what else there was. She knew I was a wild beast inside and as incredible as it was she accepted it and didn’t run away screaming. Did she not realize the danger she was in?
“Did you not want to have sex with me because you can’t?” She emphasized can’t in a way which made it absolutely clear to me what she was referring to. But just in case I didn’t get it, she qualified. “I mean, has your sex drive sort of died because you’re over sixty?”
I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her closer.
“There’s nothing wrong with my sex drive.”
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�Can you prove that?”
I knew I could. As soon as I had put my arms around her waist and felt her breasts crushed against my naked chest, I could feel myself get rock-hard.
“You want proof?” I pressed her hips against mine. I knew she could feel me through her thin dress. Her eyes lit up as I rubbed my erect cock against her.
“Take me to bed, Vince.”
“I can’t.”
“I know you can.” She placed her hand over the bulge under my pants, and her warmth started flooding through me. I could barely think straight.
“Aren’t you afraid of what’ll happen when I turn into the beast? I’ve never transformed in a state of arousal. I have no idea how bad it’ll get.”
I was worried about her safety. But she shook her head.
“You didn’t hurt me that night when you saved me. Why would you hurt me now?”
“Please, let’s not do this now. Let’s take it slow. We have to be prepared for what’s going to happen,” I pleaded with her.
“I’m prepared.”
“No! Don’t you understand? I can’t control the animal in me. I could hurt you or worse. I’m so strong in my animal form. You saw my claws. Don’t you realize what they will do to you?”
“Fine!” She said and I knew that word. It wasn’t a good sign. She pulled away from me and put her hands behind her back. I realized too late that she opened the zipper of her dress.
“Carmela thought I might need this.”
As soon as she dropped the dress to the floor, I knew what she meant. She stood in front of me with only a bra and panties which left barely anything to my imagination. There wasn’t even enough fabric between the two pieces to cover the palm of my hand. She took one step toward me.
“You don’t fight fair,” I accused her while I couldn’t tear my eyes away for her body, already imagining the things I would do with her.
“In love and war …” she started, but I ripped her into my arms and covered her mouth with my hungry lips. As soon as I came up for air, I warned her.
“I hope you really want to do this, because once I have you in that bed, don’t think you can ever escape me again.”
“Is that a promise?”
I lifted her up effortlessly and together we sank into my bed, facing each other. Her body was warm and soft as she pressed herself against me. Every fiber of my body yearned to be merged with hers. My skin was tingling and burning at the same time. I smothered her lips with my mouth and let my hands touch her naked skin. I caressed her neck letting my thumb stroke the soft dent at the base of her throat. My other hand felt the dimples on her lower back and reached for her firm cheeks. Her skin was smooth and warm. I felt her hands on my chest eagerly exploring my body. Her hot hands aroused me. She surprised me when she let one hand slip into the back of my pants and touched my naked skin. I hadn’t thought her to be that bold. No woman had touched me in over thirty years which made each and every sensation even more intense.
With her other hand she suddenly went to the front of her bra and opened it. Her beautiful breasts fell into my waiting hands like ripe fruit. I remembered their sweet taste and knew I had to taste them again. I let my lips brush against her nipples, let my tongue circle them and then sucked at them tenderly. She moaned under my kiss and her breasts thrust toward me telling me she wanted more. I complied with her wish and kissed them more passionately turning her nipples harder under my touch. I pressed her into the mattress and covered her with my body.
Her skin was even softer than I remembered. I could feel one of her legs wrap itself around my hip as she pulled me closer to her. I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready to give in to her yet. I wanted to savor the moment and not rush it, because I knew once I was inside of her, I wouldn’t last long. I hadn’t been with a woman in so long, and I had never been with one as beautiful and passionate as she was. I was sure I would lose all self-control as soon as I felt myself inside of her.
I wanted to explore her body longer. I wanted to rip her panties off, but restrained myself and let my hand slide inside them instead. She released a quiet moan as my fingers felt her warmth and moisture. Touching her this intimately sent a bolt of fire through my belly. She was waiting for me. Her body was inviting and willing.
I went back to kiss her lips, but kept my hand inside her panties and continued touching her. When I finally could wait any longer and let my finger slide inside of her, I knew what would await me. She breathed in when she felt my finger and suddenly held my hand to keep it here urging me not to move. She was enjoying the moment just as much as I was.
All of a sudden her other hand opened my shorts. I wanted to stop her, but she had already found what she was looking for. She touched my aroused cock. I could no longer resist her touch and grew even harder when she tried to wrap her tiny hand around me. Her touch was perfect. When she felt the drops of moisture oozing from the tip of my erection, her fingers caught them and spread them around my rock hard shaft making her hand slide around me smoothly. The sensation was unbearably intense and a low growl escaped my lips.
I knew what she wanted and I could feel she didn’t want to wait any longer and neither could I. My hand played with the warm and moist folds beneath her triangle of dark curly hair. As soon as I touched her most erogenous spot she released a sigh. I inched down her tiny panties taking my time to undress her completely. The way her body moved excited me to no end. She pulled my shorts down not wanting anything between us. Nothing could stop me now. I looked into her eyes as I lowered myself onto her. A wave of heat hit me as I penetrated her. A soft moan escaped her lips before I kissed her with a passion I had never felt before.
I carefully and slowly pushed into her. The sensation of her muscles tightening around me was more than I could bear. Being merged with her body and feeling her eager hands on my skin made me forget almost everything, except the fact that I could feel how the beast inside of me wanted out. My body started its convulsions. I had to hold it back. I tried to think of something else, but all I could think about was Annette and her willing body.
“You have to stop controlling it,” I suddenly heard her say.
“No, no. I can’t.” I felt how the animal tried to take over and knew I had to push it back, fight it. I pulled away from her and jumped up from the bed. I couldn’t go through with it. I couldn’t make love to her. It was too dangerous for her.
“Don’t you dare run away from me now,” she said in no uncertain terms.
I looked at her. She was furious as she got up and quickly approached me.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” There it was again, her temper. She stood right in front of me now and looked up at me.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t go through with it. I’m going to hurt you. Please don’t make me do this. You’ll hate me for it later.” I tried to calm her down.
She wouldn’t have any of it. With her tiny hands she pushed me back toward the bed. I tried to back away from her so she wouldn’t come too close to me, because I knew I was still rock hard and if she came only half an inch closer I would involuntarily brush against her body with my erection. I was worried it would make me go over the edge.
“Annette, please stop! It’s for your own good.”
“No! I want you, and I want you now.” She pushed me against the foot of the bed, and even though I was much stronger than she was, I didn’t dare use my force against her for fear of hurting her.
She gave me a gentle push and I lost my balance and landed on my back. A second later she was on top of me, straddling me.
“Please don’t do this. I don’t want to hurt you.” I could feel how my willpower was eroding as she lowered herself onto me.
“Shh.” She placed her finger onto my lips to stop me from talking. “Relax. Everything will be alright.”
My two halves started battling inside of me as soon as she guided me back into her warm and moist body. As I felt her muscles tighten around me I knew which side had lost. This t
ime I wouldn’t be able to stop.
I felt my body harden and my breath quickening. There was no stopping my transformation now. I saw my hands on her hips turn into claws. My jaw widened and my tongue felt razor-sharp teeth protruding. My shoulders and neck became more muscular, stronger and harder. I knew my eyes had turned amber and glowed.
I had never transformed in a state of arousal and had been completely unprepared for it, but I could feel instantly how I grew larger inside of her. There was no doubt about it. I knew I would hurt her, but the beast inside me had already taken over.
With one swift move I threw her off me so she landed next to me face down. I saw her surprise in her face, but there was no fear in her eyes. I jumped behind her. Instinctively she pulled herself up onto all fours. The sight of her offering herself to me like this awakened my most primal need. The only thought which consumed me like no other was to mate with her the way an animal would. Nothing else mattered. I seized her hips and pulled them into my loins realizing my claws dug into her skin, but I couldn’t stop. I growled loudly and the sound came deep from within me. My growl announced that I claimed her for me.
She lowered her head into the pillow and lifted her firm behind toward me. She accepted my claim and surrendered. Her beautiful cheeks invited me to rub myself against her.
“Take me!” Her voice sounded hoarse.
My erection had grown both in length and in girth and needed to be relieved. The beast in me was impatient and demanded satisfaction. I couldn’t wait any longer and needed to be inside of her. I saw how my rock hard shaft disappeared in her warm and moist body inch by inch, as I drove deeper into her. Her gasps told me how intense the feeling was for her.
“Oh, God!” she sighed. “You wanted to deprive me of this?”
Emboldened by her remark I thrust into her again, this time harder and deeper. With the next thrust the animal took over completely. I started pounding into her greedily. She didn’t stop me. She wanted more and more, and I gave her everything I had.