Her Wild Bear

by West, Heather

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  Tawny straddled Kyle and sat down on his lap facing him, her warm breath soft against his face, clasping his hips tightly between her thighs. As she lowered her gaze to him, a lock of her hair fell carelessly down over her face, and she brushed it slowly, sensuously, back behind one ear, giving Kyle a flirtatious and haunting smile. She ran her hands feverishly through his blond tresses, leaning in to kiss his face tenderly — first on his cheek, then slowly, inch by inch, down to the corner of his mouth.

  “What if someone comes out and sees us?” Kyle whispered nervously.

  Tawny felt an unsettling twinge of naughty delight deep inside her at the suggestion. She shrugged. “What if they do? Besides, from the sounds they’re making, it’s bound to be a few minutes still.”

  Kyle pushed his arms out between them, placing his hands on Tawny’s shoulders to push her away as she kissed at his mouth. But she arched her back unexpectedly, moaning as his hands slipped down her shirt and over her round breasts.

  “You’re not wearing a bra,” Kyle noticed as he fondled her. His voice was shocked, but soft.

  Tawny pulled her shirt up and slipped his hand beneath the cotton. Kyle swallowed back his rising eagerness, rubbing his palm gently over her flesh.

  Tawny reached down between Kyles’s legs and unzipped his jeans. She slid her hand inside his pants and rubbed the length of his manhood. Her heart thudded hard against her chest and she grasped his thickness in her fingers. She wriggled him out, his throbbing head and shaft reaching upward over his belt, and briskly rubbed her hand up and down on him the way she’d seen men touch themselves.

  Kyle groaned with pleasure, leaning in to kiss Tawny’s bare neck. She slid her fingers up beneath the hem of her shorts and pulled her panties to one side to uncover her labia. She carefully slid Kyle’s penis inside the leg of her shorts and slowly, cautiously, inside her body.

  She moaned loudly as he filled her, his parts too long to slide in completely. She laid her arms over his shoulders, arching her back seductively, and rocked her hips over his. He moaned and massaged her breasts with both hands beneath her shirt. She moved faster, and his body quickly tensed.

  Tawny slowed, easing back as she saw him approach orgasm. His face scrunched and he grunted in alarm. He lowered his hands to grasp her hips and jabbed himself into her with graceless convulsions. Tawny anxiously slid her fingers down and unbuttoned her shorts to rub at her engorged clitoris. Her arousal sparked as she heard someone stirring and wondered if they would be caught in the middle of their throes of passion. She rocked hard on his penis, enthralled with the hard rapture that swelled within her.

  Kyle grunted as he grabbed at her, desperate now for her to stop moving. Tawny groaned in anguish as his movement inside her subsided, but fluttered her fingers even faster over her own excited parts. She furrowed her brow as the feelings began to wane, still short of her own climax. She looked down at Kyle with pleading eyes.

  But he was staring at her shorts, watching her hand moving beneath the fabric, his expression frozen in confusion and horrified giddiness as he saw what she was doing.

  The shock in his eyes sent thrills rolling through Tawny, and her clit roused, bringing her to a streaming orgasm. She shook, her exhausted body tumbling down over Kyle, holding him breathlessly beneath her. She lay there, panting, until they heard one of the tents unzipping.

  “Get off,” Kyle demanded quietly, pushing at Tawny. She grinned and peeked down to see his penis growing soft as he stuffed it back inside his pants. She stood weakly and straightened her clothes as Denise slipped back to the fireside, followed closely by Justin. She seemed content somehow, and he just looked baffled.

  “Are we interrupting something?” Denise asked, her voice low and groggy.

  “No,” Kyle insisted, still straightening his clothing.

  “We were having risky sex by the campfire,” Tawny sighed, “but I’m afraid we’re done now.”

  Sasha poked her head out from the other tent. “You’ve finished already?” she laughed. “Us too.” She looked behind her. “Come on, Chad, let’s get warmed up. Your balls are already shriveled.”

  Sasha’s shirt was still open as she crouched over the flames, with her bra tugged down too far, so the top of one of her nipples peeked up above the lace.

  “So,” Sasha giggled, “how was it, everybody?”

  Denise took a deep, relaxing breath. “Damn good, I suppose,” she gloated. Justin turned a brilliant red and stayed quiet.

  “I got Sasha over the top twice,” Chad bragged.

  Sasha slugged him in the arm. “You don’t need to tell everything, dummy. Just say I was fabulous.”

  “She was fabulous,” Chad said obediently.

  “Tawny couldn’t keep her hands off my junk,” Kyle boasted. “She shoved her hand in my pants and just sat there pawing at me.”

  “Really?” Sasha gave Tawny a wicked smile. “You enjoy the feel of meat, huh?”

  Tawny shrugged and sighed, struggling to act calm while her anger brewed at Kyle for trying to humiliate her. “Actually, I was just desperately searching for something in there that I could work with.”

  Kyle scoffed and squirmed on his log. “You couldn’t believe I was so big, and you know it.”

  “So, from the sounds of it, none of us are screamers then?” Denise asked.

  “I’m not,” Sasha volunteered. “I’m more of a deep grunter. It’s a bit unnerving, actually.”

  “It is,” Chad agreed.

  “Tawny’s really quiet,” Kyle laughed. “She might groan some, but not so much that you can really hear it.”

  “Has anyone heard of girls ejaculating?” Sasha asked. She picked up a stick and poked at the dying fire. “I’ve heard that some girls squirt like a guy.”

  “No they don’t.” Kyle scrunched his face in disgust. “That’s made up.”

  “No,” Denise sighed. “It does happen, just not very often. I mean, not me, but I’ve heard of it from reliable sources. Except I hear that when a girl ejaculates, she squirts out tons of liquid, but no sperm. It’s almost like they’re peeing.”

  “That’s gross,” Justin mumbled.

  Denise looked down at the fire and went quiet. The camp was still for several uncomfortable minutes.

  “I gotta take a leak,” Chad finally broke the silence. “Anyone got a flashlight?”

  Sasha reached behind her and pulled a small flashlight from her backpack. “I just have this one, Chad, and I don’t know that I want to part with it.”

  “Well, I could just pull it out here and take care of business by the firelight,” Chad joked.

  “Oh god, no,” Justin protested. “Just give him the flashlight.”

  “No,” Sasha said defiantly. “I’ll shine it into the trees for you and you can stand there and let us watch you pee.” She flicked the light on and swooped the beam through the underbrush. “Let’s see,” she said squinting as she searched for a good spot, “You can go right . . .”

  She screeched in horror as her light suddenly revealed a huge bear face.

  Matt, momentarily blinded by the flashlight, stumbled backward into a tree in panic. Then, feeling suddenly trapped, he bolted forward. His leg caught a cord and ripped a gaping hole in one of the tents. As he stumbled, his paws knocked into the fire ring stones, sending rocks and embers scattering through the campsite.

  Justin dove for the undamaged tent, landing several feet from the door before crawling haplessly toward it. Matt blundered into Tawny and she turned and raced back down along the trail in a mindless, blurry panic. Behind her, she heard Denise screaming, and then a gunshot.

  Tawny hesitated and looked back, her eyes wide with terror. Then she heard more screaming and a vicious growl, and ran blindly off between the trees, into the darkness.

  ***

  Matt scrambled as quickly as he could from the campsite. The campers were in a rampage of confusion, screaming and yelling, probably terrifying every living thing for miles.
Matt had seen one of the young men grab a rifle from against a tree and point it into the dark. For a minute Matt had believed that there was no way the bullet could find its mark amid the flurry of moving parts, but as he heard the bullet whiz past his head, he realized it was not so impossible.

  He lumbered up the hillside and into the safety of darkness, leaving the screaming and panic behind. His breath slowed, and so did his pace. The danger was past and thoughts of the girl whirled through his mind.

  “She’s a human,” he chided himself gruffly. But that didn’t seem to deter what he felt. Every thought of her awoke another billowing flame of passion in his chest. He imagined what it would be like to stroke her hair, kiss her gently, and woo her until she let him lay her softly down.

  He trotted back to the cabin, shifting into human form before crawling into bed. He was still hungry, but the discomfort was quickly swept away by his dreams of the mysterious woman.

  Chapter 7

  Tawny felt fear twisting her insides. Her ankle felt swollen and bruised from where it had smacked against a rock during her race to get away from the raging bear. She tried getting her bearings from the silhouettes of the mountains, but nothing looked familiar. As she stood there in the dark she listened for any indication that her friends had followed her. Everything was deathly quiet.

  “Hello?” she whispered.

  There was no answer. She let hot tears stream down over her cheeks, too scared to cry out louder for fear that she would attract the bear. For all she knew, her friends were dead.

  She flailed her hands out in front of her and stepped forward, but quickly ran into rough tree bark. When the bear attacked the camp Tawny had sprinted back toward the road, toward the cars: the only safety she knew. But she realized she must have missed the trail, and instead she had wandered for hours in the wrong direction. The mountain air was chilly and cruel at night, and she shivered in her thin shirt, without the comfort of either a coat or the campfire.

  “Help me,” she called out softly.

  Again, no response.

  There was a rustling to her left, and she stiffened as it came closer. She turned slowly, waiting for it to find her, wondering if this was the end.

  But a second later it scurried off into the night, probably frightened of her. She didn’t bother trying to stifle a painful sob as she stared around, bewildered and helpless. She was lost, and there was no way to find camp before morning.

  She felt her way along the tree and sat down at the base of it, nestling uncomfortably between its roots. She curled up and cradled her head between her knees. There she sat and cried, exhausted, waiting for dawn.

  ***

  Hunger drove Matt from his bed before dawn. Grumbling, he shifted into bear form and trotted down to the river, waiting for the first glimmer of sunlight before he scanned the water for fish. There was a flicker of hope in his eyes when he spotted the first salmon of the season, its shimmering scales catching the light.

  He pounced on it and dragged it to the bank as it flopped helplessly in his mouth. The meat was rich and filling. After he’d eaten, Matt loped back into the cold water, tumbling playfully in the brisk current before he ambled up onto the bank and lay in the tall grass to absorb the sun.

  But as he lay there, thoughts of her began to haunt him once again. Over and over again he replayed in his mind how she’d looked at that young man the night before, how she’d tugged at her hair, how she fondled him as well as her own body. He found himself fuming with both jealousy and desire.

  As he shifted back to human, the breeze cool on his exposed skin, he was unnerved to find himself with a full erection. He hurried back into the cabin and pulled on some buckskin clothes and an old pair of hiking boots before setting out to check on the small camp.

  As he approached, he could see that one of the tents was still torn down, the fire was out, and the only person in camp was a blonde girl. She sat on a log by the scattered fire pit, rocking back and forth quietly. Her long blond hair was mussed and there were smudges of dirt on the pale skin of her face and arms. She wore a thick vest, her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach.

  The girl looked up with excitement as she heard Matt coming up the narrow trail, but her expression dulled, then turned to fear, as she saw him. She stood abruptly, stepping away as he came into camp.

  “Is everything alright?” Matt asked. He stopped and put up his hands as he saw the terror in her eyes. “I’m not here to hurt anybody,” he assured her. His eye twitched as he recalled the previous night, when he had approached the camp intending to scare them off.

  “Who are you?” the girl asked, her voice cracking. She looked around nervously. “The others are going to be back any minute now.”

  Matt gave her a friendly smile. He looked at the scattered equipment, the open backpacks, and the cold fire. She wasn’t there — no one else was. An uneasy feeling clutched his stomach.

  “I’m Matt,” he said. “Is something wrong?”

  She eyed him suspiciously for a long moment. “I’m Denise,” she offered weakly. She wrapped her arms around herself again, shaking nervously. “We were attacked by a bear last night.”

  “Attacked?” Matt gasped. He took a step backwards. “Is everyone alright?”

  Denise sobbed suddenly, covering her trembling lips with one hand. She shook her head, struggling to get her voice. “One of my friends is lost. She ran into the woods last night. I think the bear may have gotten her. The others went out to search for her, and I’m staying here in case she comes back.”

  A cold chill crept up along Matt’s spine. “What does she look like?” Matt felt his mouth going dry as panic set in.

  Denise struggled to keep from bawling, looking around the camp and up to the tree tops in helpless despair. “She’s a little taller than I am, long brown hair with a little red in it, green eyes . . . I don’t know, she just looks normal, you know?”

  Matt’s heart fell to his feet. It was her. “Okay,” he said as calmly as he could manage, “I think I can probably spot a lost girl. Where are her things?”

  Denise's brow furrowed as she stared at him. “Why? What does it matter?”

  Matt shrugged. “I’ll go out looking for her. Seeing something of hers might give me some idea of where she might be.”

  Denise slowly shook her head, her eyes fixed on the tall stranger dressed in leather. “Are you serious?” she moaned.

  Matt squared his shoulders, hoping to sound confident. “I’ve lived out here most of my life, Denise. I know these woods and how to track people. But I don’t know this girl. The more I know about her, the better my chances are of finding her. I only hope your other friends don’t get themselves lost out there hunting for her. Now, what’s her name?”

  Denise swallowed hard. “Tawny,” she said finally. “Her name is Tawny. She’s really good in the outdoors, and goes camping a lot. I think she can take care of herself — mostly.”

  “And where are her clothes?”

  Denise bit her lip with worry, but she pointed to a tent where one of the backpacks lay open.

  Matt knelt at the tent’s opening, pulled out the backpack, and yanked out a thick sweater. “Is this hers?” he demanded.

  Denise nodded fervently.

  Matt pressed his face into the yarn and took a long, full breath. The scent of her drenched his senses, and his brain reeled from how good she smelled. His pulse quickened, and he suddenly longed to be next to her. He took several long breaths, then looked up to see Denise staring at him, her face twisting in confusion and disgust.

  “I should go look for her,” Matt said flatly. He stood up and attempted an awkward smile.

  “Um, you don’t have to,” Denise said. “The others will probably find her. And one of them has a gun, by the way.”

  “Yeah, I know,” Matt huffed.

  “What?”

  “I mean, I figured out here somebody would have a gun,” Matt tried to cover his mistake. “We’re miles from anywhere or a
nything, alone up here in the wilderness, no people at all . . .” He watched Denise’s face tighten in fear.

  “I’m leaving,” Matt sighed and turned around. He hurried back down along the trail and out of sight. As soon as he was sure Denise wouldn’t be able to see him he took a long, slow breath of air in through his nose.

  Dozens of scents drifted in on the breeze. The sweet fragrance of late blossoms, squirrels in every direction, bird droppings and rotting bark, all swirled into a ménage of revealing information. But there was no hint of Tawny nearby. There were, as it happened, several raccoons and a distant skunk, but no Tawny.