The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

All during the meal, Sasha asked him a million questions about his life, going back to his earliest memories. She often held his hand as he questioned him, only releasing it if she had to for him to eat. I got up to powder my nose, (euphemistically, baby and bladder, you get the idea) and Sasha got up with me.

“He’s wonderful,” Sasha said. “Do you like him, Jessica?”

“He’s very nice,” I said, “handsome too. I think you need to be careful, though, or he’ll think he’s on a date with you. You haven’t let go of his hand unless you had to.”

“Shit! You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just so thrilled to see him.”

“Just hang in the ladies’ for a bit, and I’ll smooth it over.”

“How the hell will you do that?”

“Tell him that you had to give up a baby when you were younger because you were raped, and his story of being adopted makes you think of your own child.”

“Good. That should work. I’m sorry if I’m spoiling your date.”

“Don’t worry. I know what’s going on, and we’ll have other times to get together if we like one another. On my part, it’s a no brainer.”

“God, thank you, Jessica.”

“You’re welcome.”

I went back to the table and sure enough, Sean had concerns. “Is she fucking around on her husband?”

She was, but not like he meant. “No, not at all. They’re deeply in love with one another.”

“She’s dominating the conversation, holding on to my hand like she’s drowning. I feel she’s more my date than you are.”

“I need to tell you something,” I said. “When Sasha was younger, she was raped, and got pregnant. She couldn’t raise her baby, so had to give it up for adoption. I think meeting you and knowing you were adopted, has got her thinking about her own child. She’s wondering what happened to him, if he’s happy, what he’s done with his life. She’s thinking about him and you’re her vicarious son, the one she had to give up. She doesn’t mean anything by it, but she’s happy to see how well you’re doing because it gives her hope for her own child. I told her I was feeling a little left out, so I’m sure she’ll modify her behavior some, but I understand her completely. I know I have to give up my child too, for another couple, and I haven’t even wanted to know the sex, because I do have to give it up. The good thing is, all the questions she’s asking you, are things I needed to know as well, so I’m getting to know you better all the time. I like what I see.”

“Oh, wow. I’m sorry. That’s horrible. I like what I see too. So, this isn’t a one off?”

“Nope. I’d like to see you again. Actually, we were hoping we could see your boat later, since it’s a big part of your life, and I know it’s near here.”

“I’d love to show it to you.”

Sasha came back to the table. Sean stood up and hugged Sasha. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Sasha. I hope your child is doing as well as I am.”

Sasha started crying. “I just know he is,” she said. “It’s the only way I can be happy, is hoping he’s doing as well as you are.”

He held her until crying turned to sniffles, then sat down. He didn’t care that she wanted to hold his hand after that, and gladly held it as she asked about his life.

“I hope my mother misses me as much as you miss your son,” Sean said at the end of the meal.

“I just know she does,” Sasha said. “You’ve turned out to be such a fine young man. Any woman would be proud of a son like you. I’d like to meet your family sometime, to see the people who raised you. Maybe I could hire your boat and we could all get together and take a short trip around the islands.”

“I know I’d enjoy that,” Sean said. I’d like Jessica to meet them too. Best to do it when it gets warmer though. Maybe after Jessica delivers.”

“You’re right. I’m going to pay the bill,” Sasha said. “I kind of ruined your date, and I apologize, but I certainly enjoyed meeting you.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I certainly don’t expect you to pay for mine. It’s fine. I’m well off, in money as well as love, so let me take care of this one, and apologize I kind of sucked the romance out of this one.”

“Okay, thanks.”

Sasha paid the whole bill, then we went for a brisk walk to his boat. It was in shipshape condition, everything neat, tidy, well cared for, lines properly coiled.

“What made you decide to become a Captain?” I asked.

“I worked on boats a couple summers in high school, with some really good Captains. I liked the sea; I liked all aspects of the different jobs I tried. I knew they needed boats for ferrying people and supplies out to the different islands, fishing, tourists. Seemed like I could make a good living at it if I applied myself. Saved up my money, worked my ass off to get my Captain’s license. Here I am.”

“You’re doing well financially?” Sasha asked.

“The economy took a nose dive, so tourism is off some, but there are some things the economy can’t affect. People on the islands still need supplies, fuel and the like. I was thinking of buying another boat, I was doing so well, but I’ll wait until everything turns around. I’m making enough money I won’t go broke, but not like it was. People like me. I’m reliable and I deliver what I promise.”

“Listen, I’m not hinting or anything at this stage, but I’m going to be a bridesmaid at a wedding in about seven weeks. Would you like to be my plus one?”

“Who is it?”

“A fellow surrogate, one of the women I was taking the road trip with, and my next door neighbor. They sort of met through me. It’s going to be kind of funny. The bride and all of the bridesmaids are going to be pregnant at the same time.”

“Really? All of you?”

“Six pregnant women, like all visibly pregnant. All but one over seven months along. The maid of honor, the bride’s sister, will be nearly five months.”

“What does the groom think about his wife being pregnant?” Sean asked.

“They have an unusual relationship. She plans on having four total as a surrogate, and possibly two others for them as a family. He knows that none of the children will be his, even the two they have together.”

“Is he infertile?”

“He’s a willing cuckold. He likes to watch other men have sex with her.”

“Shut the fuck up! Are you joking?”

“Not at all.”

“Damn. That’s like crazy as hell.”

“Isn’t it though.” It didn’t sound as if Sean would be willing to let me play with wolves. Good to know. “What do you think? Can you join me?”

“Seven weeks; what day?”

“Saturday.”

“Saturdays are possible for me. I won’t schedule anything. I need to verify I’ve got nothing scheduled, but I’d say yes with 95% certainty I can go.”

“Wonderful. I guess the only thing we need to cover is when we’re going on our next date? Hint, hint.”

Sean laughed. “Next Sunday, same time. How about I visit you?”

“That would be lovely. Perhaps you can meet a few more of my friends. We’d best be going soon. I have to make a stop for my roommate on the way home. Sean, I really enjoyed today. Thank you.”

“I did too,” Sasha said. “I’m sorry I mucked up your date.”

“Not at all,” Sean said, kissing her hand. “I’m glad I got the chance to meet you. I hope to see you again sometime.”

“You can count on it,” Sasha said.

Sean walked us back to our car. Sasha let me hold his hand for once. He would squeeze it every so often as we walked. It was nice.

After we left, Sasha asked me, “Why were you talking about Carl’s cuckoldry?”

“I needed to find out if Sean could accept the fact that I’m being bred naturally, as opposed to in-vitro. I’ll throw a few more hints his way to see how he’ll react, but as of now, I doubt he’s going to be happy if he finds out I’m fucking other people. He strikes me as an, ‘If I’m your man, I’m your man. Thou shalt have no other men before me,’ kind of person. Finding humans who will accept sex the way wolves do, isn’t going to be easy. I know that, but it’s good to know starting points and how much I have to keep secret, and how much I can let slip.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“When you stayed in the bathroom and I came back to the table, he wondered if you were being faithful to your husband. He was shocked by your behavior until I told him about your rape and the child you gave up for adoption. When he comes over, we’re not going to be lounging about in the nude, that’s for sure. I’ll have to make sure nobody says anything about what a promiscuous bitch I am. Can you imagine what he might think if he knew I had fucked you and Rene, and every other wolf I’m intimately familiar with, and a few I’m not. He’d dump me like a bag of garbage.”

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“Tell me about it. I’d love it if I could get married and still submit to Quinn once a month.”

“You care for our wayward wolf, don’t you?” Sasha asked.

“More than I should if I’m not going to mate with a wolf,” I said. “I’m hoping to find someone I love nearly as much as I love him. I’d love to find a man who is willing to accept me having sex with women at least, so I can keep my friend, Gretchen, as a lover. I think most men are more likely to accept a woman instead of another man, but it’s a big ask.”

Sasha nodded thoughtfully. “I’d love if you ended up with Sean, so I could keep tabs on him a little.”

“Ten years, Sasha. You can’t be part of his life for more than ten years without him wondering why the hell you don’t age. I’m starting to realize how complicated it is for humans and wolves to commingle on a regular basis. Without him knowing you’re a wolf, you’ve got ten years with him.”

“I know,” she said sadly.

I checked my texts for Brigitte’s list and we bought the things Brigitte needed from the sex toy shop and headed home. Isabelle, Simone, and Quinn were there. They were all naked, and Isabelle was kneeling at Quinn’s feet. Angela still didn’t know about wolves, so I couldn’t directly come out and ask Isabelle if she was ready to fuck wolves, but the fact she was still in submission to Quinn was suggestive. Didn’t look like she planned going home anyway.