**Thinking we're sometime after Thanksgiving, with William's death being two and a half months ago (give or take) - bj88
As the night dragged on, Ben found himself wandering in circles. He strayed from pack land, and to the public trails. The fall foliage crunched under his paws as he jogged through the woods, still trying to release some of the excess energy he had in his body.
He took in all the sights and smells, and eventually caught one that wasn’t familiar to him. Ben followed it until he came across a vibrant white body seemingly sleeping against a tree. But after hearing someone walking past her resting spot, the white tigress opened her eyes.
“Oh, hey Ben.” Sarah Myers got to her feet when she saw her classmate staring at her. She wasn’t expecting to see anyone, she’d kept to the denser part of the forest. But then, it was easy to spot her and her obvious black and white fur.
“Hey yourself. What’re you doing, napping out here?” Ben asked.
“Eh, I was bored. Didn’t feel like staying in the house, things are way too tense. Dad’s busy interviewing new professors, and Mom’s got her hands full with the twins. Nothing for me to do.” Sarah said.
Ben nodded, understanding what it was like to have too otherwise occupied parents. Samantha’s job was a lot like Graham’s, in that a lot of other people relied on her. And Francis often had to take calls from her patients if there was an emergency. Sarah’s mom just had twin boys, so she certainly had her hands full.
“What about you? I heard what happened yesterday, everyone doing alright?”
“Who told you?”
“Megan.”
“That figures.” Ben sighed.
He never even entertained the idea of letting Megan, one of the other age appropriate females in the pack, turn Eric. She was… a bit much for an experienced, and still awkward fourteen year old. And she was quite a gossip, evident in that she’d already blabbed about what happened to Sarah (and probably every other female at school). Ben really didn’t think that her telling the world how Eric was in the sack would be good for the poor kid.
“So, is Eric alright? Or Julie for that matter?”
“Eric’s definitely better off than Julie. He’s with Cassie right now at her place.”
“Aw, that’s so cute.” Sarah said.
“Cute?” Ben was surprised by her choice of words.
“Ya, cute. Don’t tell me you don’t think they’d make a cute couple. Eric’s, you know, such a little gentleman. Like a miniature version of Prince Charming. And Cassie’s pretty adorable too, but don’t ever tell her I said that. She’d kill me.” Sarah added.
Ben laughed, realizing Sarah was right. The two did make a cute couple, and Eric was the ideal guy for lots of girls. And now he was a werewolf, so that added a few bonus points.
“You’re not jealous are you?” Ben asked with a smirk.
“Not in the least. I don’t think I could ever date a younger guy. Even if Eric’s only two years younger.”
“Would you go for someone older?”
“Is that an offer?” Sarah asked, knowing that Ben WAS older than her. By like three months, but older is older. And Ben certainly seemed “tense”. Sarah’s eyes drifted down and bit and saw the head of his rocket poking out of its sheath.
“Who knows. I’m not seeing anyone. It’s all been recreational recently.” Ben shrugged.
“Is that so? Listen, I don’t usually swing your way…”
“My way?”
“You know what I mean. But I haven’t had any FUN since the last single male werecat in the area was just taken off the market. And, well, truth be told I am a little curious.”
“It’s pretty dangerous for you werecats to be curious. Don’t you know that that does to cats?” Ben teased.
He and Sarah were both moving anxiously. Ben’s nose caught Sarah’s arousal, and he licked his lip in anticipation. He hadn’t exactly planned on finding anyone to “play” with, but he was glad he did. And what’s more, glad it was someone he knew and felt comfortable around. He’s known Sarah since he was four or five.
“I’ll be okay. Besides, I’d like to see if werewolves can live up to their reputations.” she purred.
Both their tails swished back and forth as they approached each other. Ben’s thicker and darker than Sarah’s, had a more exaggerated way of moving. While Sarah’s flicked, as if she was about to jump on prey (which in a way Ben was).
The two are about the same height, since tigers are technically larger than wolves. Ben stood about four inches taller than Sarah, though both had yet to reach their full heights. Up close, Ben could see Sarah was just as well muscled as he or any other werewolf was. But was more graceful in her step, and definitely more exotic. On Sarah’s forehead, there was a unique M shape.
Her icy blue eyes could have burned holes into Ben’s skull, her gaze was so strong. And the way her black, sometimes brown, stripes hugged her curved was driving him crazy. That, and the subtle chuffing sounds she’s making. Ben can’t wait any longer, and makes the first move.
He slides a paw underneath Sarah’s tail, and wraps it around the base. Sarah’s purr tells him the move works on tigers just as well as it does on wolves. As Ben rubs the base of her tail, he leans over to kiss her. Ben wasn’t expecting the kiss to feel as electric as it does. Usually during recreational sex, he doesn’t feel anything “heavy”.
But this was different. And he suspected it was different for Sarah too. She pulled him closer as the kiss progressed, and wrapped both arms around Ben’s neck. The two fall to the ground, continuing to explore each other’s mouths.
“Down boy,” Sarah said as Ben prepared to slide himself in. Sarah switches places with him, and to Ben’s pleasure, starts to lick his erect rocket. Like all felines, her tongue is designed for grooming, and rasping meat from bones. Thankfully, Ben’s penis isn’t skinned, though the fur is now much more orderly.
Sarah stops licking when pre starts spurting from Ben’s tip. She moves forward, pressing her large chest against Ben’s. He smirks when he feels his cock entering her.
“Who’s a good puppy?” Sarah purred into Ben’s ear.
“Hope it’s me.” Ben replied, licking her cheek. With his taste buds, he could almost taste her scent. Ben’s rocket quivered in excitement, and Sarah felt the fur on her spine and tail stand on end. She slowly began rocking back and forth. All the white, gazing into Ben’s deep amber eyes.
He wasn’t really seeing hers though. Ben’s mind was lost in the moment, and seemed to blank out when he finally did cum. Sarah’s purring gets louder and louder, while Ben howls as the orgasm subsides. As even though technically she couldn’t howl, Sarah does something of a roar. And both smile and each other, eager to continue.