Sharkbait
Turnabout is Fair Play

Between all the people who wanted to talk to me back home and the FAA-required pilot rest, we couldn’t take off again until after dark that night. With the time change, it was still midnight by the time Susan was dropping me off at home. “Thanks for the ride,” I told her. “Tell James that I’ll see him first thing in the morning.”

“I’m sure you will,” she said. “Get some sleep, Vicki.”

I walked to the front door and unlocked it; it was dark inside, but there were two smells present. Amy was the strongest, but the other was unexpected. I walked into the living room and saw James lying on the couch, dead to the world. I turned off the television and covered him with a blanket before heading back to take a shower.

I’d done a lot of thinking about our relationship while I was gone. I liked James a lot, and my human side could grow to love him. My wolf wasn’t interested in him. I’d talked to Mom and Brent about it, and that was unlikely to change if James became a werewolf. “Your animal side knows what it wants,” Brent said. “What if you fall in love and marry him, then you replace your mate? What if you change him, and he replaces his mate in another? What if he dies during the change?”

I couldn’t answer any of those questions. Mom wanted me to end the relationship before it got any deeper while Dad just cautioned me not to let him expect much. “I know kids your age don’t need a relationship to have fun,” he said. “Don’t lead him on; it’s not fair to him. He’s much older, and deserves someone he can marry and raise a family with.”

Having him in my home didn’t help. I finished my shower, dressing in a T-shirt and panties for bed. I walked out of the bedroom to check on James before nodding off.

He’d pushed the blanket off and rolled onto his back while I was gone. He wasn’t wearing a shirt so I could see his injuries now. His left wrist was in a cast, and I could see the deep bruising from his broken ribs on his left side. Susan said his concussion symptoms had lessened, but he was still getting headaches and could be light-sensitive.

Looking down at his loose shorts, I could see one thing that wasn’t injured. His manhood was hard as steel, pushing up the thin material. The elastic waistband was the only thing holding it back from me.

I licked my lips and knelt to take a closer look.

I wasn’t ignorant of sex; it was all around me as I grew up in a Werewolf pack. Saving yourself for mating was encouraged, but not all females did. Amy and I even ‘practiced’ things at sleepovers, so I knew what I was doing, though this was my first time.

I didn’t want him waking up right away, so I moved my hand gently down his stomach and under the waistband that his little head was stretching out from his six-pack. I grasped his hard shaft gently, my fingers moving around it as my other hand pulled his shorts down out of the way. He wasn’t overly long, but he was thick. I moved my head down, taking the head into my mouth and licking around it. He smelled manly, and the stimulation had him moaning in his sleep. I moved farther down the shaft with my tongue gently laving him until he was at the back of my throat. I backed off until I was at the tip, then took him deep again.

“Oh, yeah,” he said sleepily. I felt him moving, but I didn’t stop. This time, I pushed past the gag reflex and took him into my throat. “Fuck, Vicki!”

I backed off after a few seconds, then turned and smiled at him in the dim light. “Lie back and enjoy this, James. I don’t want you hurting your ribs.” I took him deep in one long move this time as his head fell back to the pillow. I moved up and down on his shaft, using my tongue and lips in what I hoped was a decent first effort. His moans and whispers told me it was. Popping off, I kissed the tip. “Dating a free-diver has its advantages,” I whispered.

“Like what?”

“This.” I took a few deep breaths as I licked him, then I drove his cock into my throat until my lips were at the base.

“Oh, God,” he said as I swallowed around him. My tongue snaked out to lick his balls, and I moved around him to let his hard cock rotate while still in my throat. His hands went down to my head, gently holding it while I licked and sucked on his manhood.

A minute later, he got the idea as I still hadn’t taken him out of my throat. “Jesus, Vicki,” he said. “I’m close.” I smiled in victory, moving up and down slightly while keeping the head from coming out. I could feel his muscles tensing, and his cock swelled a little in my mouth. “I’m coming,” he warned.

I didn’t pull off the way he expected; instead, I buried his cock deep in my throat and held him in place with my hands around his muscled ass. He exploded down my throat, a half-dozen spurts going straight to my stomach as emptied his balls. I backed off, taking the last of him in my mouth. It was salty, but not unpleasant; I licked around the head to make sure I got it all before I moved back onto my knees. “How was that,” I asked nervously.

“Fucking amazing, just like you are,” he said as he looked over to me. His fingers moved to my face, caressing it as I leaned into them. He must have seen the doubt in my face, and it clicked for him. “Have you ever?”

“Not until tonight,” I said. “I did learn at a few rowdy sleepovers with the girls, but I’ve never been with anyone.”

“If that was your first try, I’m not going to survive you as an expert.” He pulled me towards his face and down for a kiss. I’d heard some guys didn’t want to taste themselves, so I almost pulled away. He didn’t let me. His 'welcome home' kiss was long and left no doubt as to how glad he was to see me.

I backed up a bit. “I’m tired, and you need your rest,” I said. “Come to bed with me.”

“I’d love to.” I helped him sit up, noticing his grimace from his injured ribs. I took his hand and led him to my bedroom. I pulled down the sheets and helped him get comfortable. I tossed my shirt aside as I went around to the far side of the bed. I climbed under the covers with him, and he pulled me to his uninjured right side so my head was resting on his shoulder. “Where did you go?”

“In the morning,” I said. “We’ll talk then.” I fell asleep quickly, his scent in my nose and his taste in my mouth.

“I’m having the most erotic dream.” That is what I thought to myself as I started to wake. It felt like butterflies were flitting across my wet sex, teasing me with their gentle caresses. The wet strokes got longer, and I nearly came as something circled my clitoris. “Oh,” I moaned softly. My right hand moved down to help out, stopping short when it met hair.

I figured out what was happening right at the point James licked me from bottom to top, ending with him circling my clit and sucking on it gently. “JAMES,” I cried out as I started to orgasm. I held his head in place as my hips bucked against him, his tongue sending me from one toe-curling orgasm into the next. He finally relented, looking up at me with a satisfied grin. “Holy shit,” I said.

“Turnabout is fair play, I figure,” he grinned as he pushed himself up from between my legs. He kissed me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. “You need to get up. Hammer will be here in ten minutes for your morning run.”

“Shit,” I said as I rolled out of bed. I grabbed my running shorts and a sports bra out of my drawer, pulling them on. I heard James groan. “What?”

“Covering such perfection is a tragedy,” he said.

“I can’t have the girls flying all over while I run,” I said. “Get dressed. You can take my car to the beach and work out at the exercise park instead.” We met Amy by the door, locking up and stretching for a minute while James drove out of the garage. He was gone before Hammer showed up. The three of us started jogging down the road towards the beach.

“You two had fun last night?”

I blushed as I looked at Amy. “Oh, Luna, it was SO good,” I said.

“He’s not your mate. You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“You fooled around before you met your guy,” I complained.

“Yes, but I was honest with them that it was going nowhere. I see the way James looks at you, Vicki. He’s falling in love with you.” She let me think about it for a while. “He’s a good guy. Don’t toy with him.”

She was right. Dammit.