Dear readers!

Since it's quite a long story, I'll continue to post three times a week, as you've noticed. But instead of Sunday, I'll upload a chapter on Saturday. Maybe there will be an additional chapter on special days - holidays or something ... 😉!

Greetings Verena

Chapter 34

A Night at the Lake

Jake

Leah chuckled next to me.

"What's wrong?" I asked her good-humoredly. We were on the road. Finally. It was already half past nine.

"Mom!" she simply said.

We took each other's hand laughing.

We had never seen Mom in the mood she was in this morning. She had tried to hide it from us and downplay it, but she was beaming with joy!

Edward really did her good. Especially after THAT night. There was nothing about Mom to remind us of Samantha's terrifying appearance. She had been visibly embarrassed that we had caught them making out. But that wasn't it, even if she was our mom. I had often wondered how Mom could stand it without a man. Especially in the past t wo or three years, when my own hormones had really kicked into high gear. A few times I had considered whether she might have had a secret lover that she was keeping from us. Mom was not the type for that, as far as I, as her child, could tell, but if I was honest with myself, one name came to mind. David. After all, I had no idea what the two of them did together when he was here sometimes and Leah and I weren't around.

"What else did Edward whisper to you?" I asked curiously.

"Don't think!" she was still chuckling.

I didn't understand what that meant.

"I was afraid of this evening," she then began to explain calmly.

I was shocked, in a way.

Of course, I knew what she and Ben were going to be doing tonight. But if she was afraid of doing it, it was too early for her. And that blasted vampire had advised her not to think about it? I considered whether I should drive back to tell him what I thought. And Mom should also find it interesting what advice he gave her daughter!

"Not of the sex itself. From doing something wrong," she then said, a little shyly.

I slapped my hand loudly into my forehead.

I fool! Of course, Leah was ready. I had noticed it clearly enough as a wolf when she thought about it. And she did that almost constantly! Then Edward's advice already seemed much more sympathetic to me. 'Don't think!' I had said something similar to Bran a few weeks ago when he was getting ready for his evening with Jenny in a state of complete panic.

Ben was already waiting for us and quickly we drove on to Becky.

It would have been quite cramped in Ben's car, but there was enough room for everything in Edward's Audi.

It wasn't long before the others also arrived in Brandon's father's big SUV.

Becky's parents greeted everyone in a friendly manner and chatted with us some more, though I was hopeful that her father would relax a bit for the future now that he had gotten to know everyone. In the meantime, Becky's offended brother was comforted and one promised that we would definitely take him next time.

It was briefly asked if we had asked Edward and his siblings to come along, since we apparently had a friendly relationship with them.

However, it was not nearly as peacefully as it appeared to our group. We got along with Edward by now though. Just like that. And if we didn't, would we even have a choice now? But with the others, Leah and I were careful. It was mutual. They were still vampires and we were wolves.

So, we drove off. Leah and Ben sat in the back seat, talked whispering and making out over and over. And Becky sat next to me and I mentally thanked Edward.

Earlier, while getting Mom's coffee, he had shown me how to set the car in it's automatic transmission so I could have one hand free for Becky. Still, he had warned me not to forget to keep my eyes on the road.

A good hour later we arrived. Despite the sunny weather, there was of course no one in sight at our spot on the lake.

It was private property. Lisa and Jason's grandparents had a little hunting cabin right on the lake with extensive property around it. The cabin was small. Just a tiny bedroom, a small cooking and dining area, and a bathroom, for which we were all grateful. Who slept in the house was figured out every time and today Bran and Jenny had the pleasure. But that didn't bother me at all this time. The tents were set up at a pleasant enough distance from the house. So, all couples were undisturbed at night and the siblings would not overhear anything they did not want to know.

Leah would be able to tell Ben the truth about us and I could phase without any of the others knowing. Perfect.

It wasn't even noon when everything was unpacked and set up.

First on the program was swimming.

The summer had been quite hot, so the water in the lake should also still be very warm. Traditionally, we had already put on our bathing suits at home and thus only needed to undress. We had forgotten to tell Becky, though. She quickly went into the house and changed. I waited for her while the others were already in the water. My breath caught for a moment when I saw Becky in her white bikini.

Wow ... That was MY girlfriend! She was perfect!

The light fabric stood out beautifully against her tanned brown skin. Her navel piercing I already knew. Still, I raised an eyebrow in surprise.

What was it that came to light? A small tattoo. On the right, between her belly button and hip bone, the image of a small wolf adorned the skin.

With slow strides she came toward me and I stared, transfixed, at the little rust-brown wolf howling at an implied moon. I dropped to my knees as she stood right in front of me and breathed countless kisses on the image, gently running it with the tip of my tongue as my hands tightened on her waist.

"Since when do you have a picture of me?", I inquired as my head started to report back.

"Just a few weeks ago," she replied.

"Looks like you'll have to stay with me for the rest of your life. Otherwise, it won't fit."

"Deal!" she smiled mischievously at me and I stood back up and kissed her.

Our friends were already calling for us, so we went to them.

We took a running start and jumped into the water from the jetty. It was really wonderfully warm. However, we didn't splash around for long. We also wanted to run to the small town about two miles away and see what was new there.

Here you could do everything that was possible at a big lake like the Sebago Lake. Pedal boating, banana boating or canoeing, kite surfing, diving, sailing, water skiing, or jet skiing. If you wanted, you could even join in synchronized swimming, but that was a touch too 'exciting' for us. Just like fishing.

First, we raided the ice-cream shop and a stack of flyers helped us discuss what we would do next. Us guys were unanimously in favor of kite surfing, while the girls wanted to take it easy and borrowed a pedal boat for now.

When we got back to the girls, they were engrossed in a game of beach volleyball on the man-made beach.

I could hardly take my eyes off Becky. How she moved, half naked to boot. She really played excellently when she thought that I was not there. But Jason had to announce our return by all means and already it was over with their concentration. She kept looking for my gaze and let it distract her.

If she ever played in a real game, I probably wouldn't be able to watch it. Afterwards, it was my fault that her team lost. Becky probably wouldn't have cared, but Leah certainly would.

Then we spent the rest of the afternoon together. We went diving, played a round of pool, rented jet skis and then strolled back to the cabin at dusk.

Leah and I were the only ones who could cook to some extent, so we took care of dinner. This had the advantage that we did not have to worry about anything else. Dishwashing and making breakfast became the job of the others.

Our mothers meant it once again too well with all of us. With what they had given us, we would have easily lasted a week here and would probably still bring some things home. They had even treated us to two six-packs of beer this time. Too little to get drunk, but that wasn't what mattered to us either. In our group, we didn't depend on alcohol to have fun. Later, we sat outside around the campfire, roasting marshmallows, gabbing, and sharing beer fraternally among everyone present.

It was already really dark, but not too late, when I took Becky for a walk arm in arm along the shore. I gave her my sweater, since it was getting chilly at night. She snuggled into it and although it was a few sizes too big for her, she looked really cute in it.

"How did you get the tattoo?" I asked curiously. "I mean, a wolf of all things."

"Was my mom's idea. I already wanted one for a long time, but couldn't decide. Something to do with my lineage. I guess the old legends came to her mind and I thought it was kind of ... cute."

"Cute?" I asked, playfully indignant. I am not cute however!

"I have another one!" she said in a damn seductive tone, and with this she successfully distracted me.

My curiosity was piqued. Where else had she hidden a little picture under her skimpy bikini? There were not many places left.

"Do you want to see it?" she continued to ask.

"You bet!" I clarified.

"On one condition!" she clarified, however.

"Anything!" I assured, biting my lip.

Anything was perhaps a bit too hasty a word. But she wasn't asking for anything impossible. She merely wanted to ride on my wolf's back, which I was more than happy to fulfill.

Instead of saying anything, I took off my clothes, which she understood correctly.

I was not ashamed to be naked in front of her. Like probably every other boy, I had also used a ruler to make sure that I 'measured up'. I was above average according to Google. So was Bran. Looking back, it had been a very embarrassing afternoon among pubescent boys.

Becky, on the other hand, seemed to like the sight of me. She didn't give the impression that she was consciously receiving my clothes, but rather that it was an instinctive reaction. Only after I phased did she move again. She stroked my fur, cuddled my ears, and gave me a fleeting kiss on the nose.

"Ewe ... You taste better as a human!" she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

I laughed, but I wasn't sure if that could be seen through my huge wolf snout. I'd ask her about it right once.

I licked her with my tongue once across her face. She scrunched up her face in disgust, but laughed vociferously. Then she climbed on my back and I dashed off. She held on to my neck. We had almost half circled the lake and were far away from the cabin, far away from any people, when I stood still.

"Wow ...! ... Are you coming down there?" Becky asked me.

I had stopped when I spotted a tiny cove.

Only a few meters wide and covered with real sand. The full moon shimmered on the water, which seemed to be almost crystal clear here. On the opposite side was a high rock wall, we stood at the edge of a rather steep slope. As a human, I would have real concerns about being able to reach the cove, but as a wolf, I could just jump down and would also be able to get back up afterwards without any problems. Even with Becky on my back, if she held on properly.

She understood me wordlessly, clawed into my fur, and pressed her legs firmly against my body.

With one jump I was down. I let her dismount and sat in front of her like a very good dog ... front legs pushed through, chest out, head slightly tilted, and waited for my reward.

"You did a fine job!" she patted me on the head.

I phased back and sat there just the same, but looked at her challengingly.

"Where is the other tattoo?" I asked directly. I had not forgotten about it.

But her gaze was equally combative.

"There are two!" she smirked.

I was ... surprised.

Becky grew quiet. Abruptly.

"Are you going to do the same thing to them as you did to the wolf?" she asked now with a tone that sounded kind of serious.

Not anxious or embarrassed, just significant in some way.

"If you don't mind!" I replied. That was apparently the right answer.

She put my clothes aside and pulled my sweater over her head. That alone already turned me on, the way she moved and looked at me. She lifted her T-shirt.

Involuntarily I had gone up to her and kissed her. My hands were on hers, right at the hem of her T-shirt and she pulled her hands back. Without stopping the kiss, I slowly pushed up her T-shirt and she stretched her arms upwards. I sank back to my knees and busied myself extensively with her belly button and the piercing it adorned.

Oh, how that alone felt like already. To this pleasure I had already come on Wednesday, when I had brought them home. I thought it was fantastic kissing her warm and soft skin and then bump into the small cold ring.

I slid a little to the right and covered the small wolf with kisses. Her hands reached into my hair and stroked over my shoulders and arms. I looked up at her. She had tipped her head back and was visibly enjoying my caress.

"Where are they?" I asked.

She smiled boldly.

"Find it," she challenged me, with a tone of voice that sounded like she was saying, 'Where's the stick?'

I pinched her sides defiantly, which made her squeal briefly from my tickling and fall to her knees. Both our laughter quickly died out as we now looked at each other at eye level.

We kissed, long and deeply. Becky's body pressed against me and my hands gently stroked over her back, along her sides, falling over her bottom every now and then as if by chance.

Skin like silk.

And her hands also ran to my butt, only mine was naked.

At some point, my hand found itself on the clasp of her bikini top. For a moment I left my fingers lying there.

If she objected to me opening it, she would say so now or protest. Actually, this was not appropriate after just five days. We were equally inexperienced as far as sex and physical love were concerned and should, in a way, slowly feel our way forward. My last girlfriend was almost a year ago ... Before Becky had really turned my head. But it hadn't gotten that far with her. And Becky had indeed been together with Mike for almost three months, but had probably never felt like taking that step with him. On the other side was my own arousal, coupled with curiosity, spurred on by her fingers that roamed over my body ... and her beguiling lips. I felt that I was not going too far.

With very practiced fingers I opened her bikini top's clasp. Having a twin sister had real advantages. I helped Leah often enough in the beginning to get her bras, and even bikinis, open and closed when I was within reach.

Slowly I pushed the top over her arms and Becky interrupted our kiss to look me in the eye.

All I managed to see was trust.

I pulled her a little tighter into my arms again and let myself slide down with her onto the still warm sand.

How that felt to feel her naked breasts on me.

Becky started stroking my neck with her sensual fingers, slid a little lower above me so that she could also devote herself to my chest, and pursuing herself with her lips. As if small flames were dancing over my skin. Gingerly I turned her onto her back and began to explore the velvety soft skin of her upper body. With my gentle hands and fingertips, with my lips, with my tongue.

How good she smelled! And tasted! Like milk and honey.

I took my time and tenderly explored every square inch. We breathed equally heavily. Whether she caressed me or I her. It did not matter. It felt right and good.

"A clef!" I whispered in between when I found one of her tattoos and greeted it as well as the wolf. It was only a few centimeters tall and was located on the side of her right breast. Right next to her heart.

"But there's still one missing," she breathed, slightly dazed.

It sounded like a prompt.

I had already 'searched' her entire upper body. I slid over her a little lower as I kissed my way across her taut belly, propping myself up with my elbows and not so nimbly opening her jeans. She lifted her butt so I could undress her, and I let my hands travel slowly along her legs.

Heaven, her skin felt silky soft!

She smiled mischievously at me when I heard a crackle in one of the pockets of her pants and halted. I reached into said pocket and pulled out two condoms. With raised eyebrows, I held them demonstratively in the air.

"Better safe than sorry," she chuckled, however embarrassed now.

I hadn't known that Becky could blush, but she actually did. She infected me with her chuckle and I crawled back up to her and pulled her sideways to me.

"Did you plan this?" I asked impishly.

"No. But I wanted to be prepared for anything!" she said, calming down again as her delicate fingertips stroked my face.

Becky pulled me back towards her glowing lips and we sank into a kiss that made time seem meaningless. We both became more passionate, without lacking tenderness. We knew what was going to happen and we not only wanted it, we thirsted for it the longer our lovemaking lasted. We explored each other, caressed each other, kissed each other.

I gave myself over to these new physical sensations which I was completely at the mercy of. Her touches on my body, the taste of her skin on my lips, the devotion with which we pampered, caressed, and fondled each other without any sense of shame, intoxicated me. An unfamiliar but very pleasurable sensation came over me at my tip as I made an effort to carefully enter her, afraid to hurt Becky. Her eyes widened slightly as if she was feeling pain. I considered pulling back, but she held me by the hips and pulled me more toward her center. After some initial awkwardness, we found a rhythm and swayed on the waves of pleasure that was so exciting. I staggered blissfully on the way to the summit. It was indescribable. I felt completely over-stimulated and did not know how to pay attention to all the sensations at once.

Again and again our lips found each other, her delicate hands clawed at me intermediately, her breasts quivered under the constant movements, her hot body vibrated and twitched under or above me, I moaned with pleasure and seemed to lose myself. The ecstasy passed far too quickly and we sank into an enthusiastic kiss as our bodies trembled together captured by our climax.

What an experience! By the way, I had also found the last tattoo. An elongated tribal symbol with stars. To the left of her pubic mound.

So, we lay there for a few moments as I continued to hold Becky and gently stroke her, trying to slowly understand my body again.

I had the vague impression that I was no longer the same. However, it did not bother me. Quite the opposite! I believed that I had never yet been as alive as I was now.

"Sometimes I forget we've only been together for so few days," Becky murmured, still endeavoring to keep her breathing even, as I was.

"I know what you mean. I can't really explain it. It feels like you've always been here and that you're a part of me," I whispered honestly.

"I love you, Jake!" she whispered with her blue sapphire eyes, glittering with something unusual.

"And I love you, Becky," I replied, and our lips found themselves in a loving kiss.

"Does your father actually know about your tattoos?" I asked as we ventured into the crystal-clear water to cool off.

"God forbid. He'd have a heart attack and I'd be grounded!" she declared.

"Well, then. Leave me and I'll tell him," I pointed out.

Cursing, she pressed me under the water and I pulled her down with me. Again and again, until we lay - kissing each other - on the sand. And there we lay for a long time. In the meantime, also already dry again.

But it did not stop at kissing. Becky's hands soon became stormy again and in me grew more and more this so new desire. This time she took the lead, which excited me more. I moaned vociferously as she let herself fall on top of me in satisfaction.

It was just amazing!

"Sleep tight, Becky!" I whispered tenderly as we lay in our tent later, snuggling in a sleeping bag together.

"Good night, Jake," she blew me one last kiss and fell asleep as quickly as I did.

I could have finally slept in. But no. I was awake at the first rays of sunlight. I cursed mentally until I opened my eyes.

Becky lay in my arms. Almost naked. Her face turned towards me and she looked as radiantly happy as I felt.

'Don't think!' Leah's words echoed in my head as the images of that night came back into my consciousness. Edward's advice to her. I smiled. I hadn't been thinking, and I was probably the luckiest person on the planet.

Endeavored not to wake Becky, I carefully crawled out of the sleeping bag, put on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, gave her a kiss on the forehead, and headed for the cabin.

I had to pee and would already make coffee.

But I was astonished when I opened the door.

There Ben was sitting in a corner, barely covered with a way too small blanket and seemed to have slept there.

I quickly went into the bathroom and then to him. I shook him awake roughly.

"What happened? What are you sitting here for?" I inquired.

"Ask your sister!" he turned to me venomously, with a gaze full of disgust as he seemingly sorted his bones.

Immediately I ran to their tent.

A chill ran down my spine when I saw Leah.

She was asleep, but huddled at the far end of the tent, as if she were hugging herself, and her eyes were strongly reddened and swollen.

She must have been crying all night ...

Thank you for reading!