Frieda joining Eric and Spencer after sharing an email with her father; tried to look happy, but it was clear that she was feeling down. Both Eric and Spencer immediately sensing Frieda’s melancholy rush to try and cheer her up.
“what’s wrong,” Eric the first to speak.
“Just something I needed to show to my father,” Frieda sighing; “I didn’t want him getting blindsided and go flying off the handle when he eventually finds out.”
“About what,” Spencer speaking up.
Frieda takes her phone and shows both Eric and Spencer the email she received and her reply. “Julie,” was all she said.
“I don’t understand this,” Eric handing the phone back; “What does Julie have to do with this?”
“You remember the story I told both of you about my first transformation,” Frieda sighing; “my induction into the were-panther society fully?”
“I remember you touching briefly on it when you were busy converting me,” Eric smiling; “but it’s hard to recall with the orgasmic bliss we all shared, Tuesday of last week.”
What Frieda has said to Eric and Spencer about the night of her first transformation (while they were catching their breath after their first threesome to celebrate Eric becoming a werepanther at Frieda's house) was that her "escort" was someone her parents picked out and approved of. Frieda goes on to giving a brief recap as to what happened.
“Things went well until he wanted anal sex, something I wasn't willing to try at the time. The guy wouldn't take "No" for an answer and started forcing himself upon her, but I was rescued by a were-panthress I had never met before.”
“Go on;” Eric and Spencer say in unison.
“We hit it off and spent most of the summer in a loving lesbian relationship, knowing it wouldn't last since the she had to go back to college on the East Coast that fall. This was before you Eric and you Spencer entered my life.” Frieda pauses before continuing; “but before we parted company, the older were-panthress set me up with her brother, who taught me that men can be gentle and loving too, and he is the one that finally took my… anal cherry, if such a thing exists. It was different, but I can honestly say I never had it up there since. Not even with you Eric.”
“Well we can always do that later tonight;” Eric smiling.
“You cad,” Spencer rolling her eyes; “what else is there to say Frieda?”
“I’m not keen on giving names to those involved, at least for now,” Frieda stating; “The name Bryan in the email was something I gave Julie just to shut her up. Before you two moved to town, she was already starting to act sketchy. Like some spoiled princess in need of a massive dose of Ritalin as it were.”
Eric chuckles, “now that’s an amusing simile.”
“Back then my parents didn’t know I was bi-sexual,” Frieda stated; “with my father’s typical over reaction to finding out the person he handpicked to usher me into were-society tried to rape me. It was a subject I was too ashamed to bring up. To this day they still don’t know about my female rescuer and the whole summer lesbian relationship I had, and for now I want to keep it that way.”
Both Spencer and Eric hug the red headed were-panthress to let her know they understand. Feeling better from their physical presence, Frieda finishes her soliloquy.
“What I told Julie, which she rehashed in this email,” Frieda speaking with a little more strength in her voice; “was a complete fabrication. I just recited a story with elements from that night and pictured my rescuer as the one who pleasured me that night.”
“One question,” Spencer speaking up as the bell signaling the start of school rang; “what happened to the were-panther that violated you?”
“He is alive,” Frieda answers; “my father told me that in the car just a few minutes ago, but a head shorter where it matters for men. ‘My little reminder for him over what he attempted to do to you’, is what my father said.”
Spencer laughs as Eric subconsciously places a hand over his crotch; knowing that Benton Knight had a were-panther snipped/castrated. “Your father can be twisted Frieda;” Eric groans.
“Yes,” Frieda answering but smiling all the same; “but in this case I kind of approve of my father’s warped sense of justice. That were-panther got what he deserved.”
All three head inside; not wanting to be late for class. While Spencer had to go one way to her first class; Eric and Frieda's first class of the day was together. Heading inside they take a seat next to each other in the back. With everyone paying attention to their own personal space; Frieda with a loving smile on her face; gingerly places a hand on Eric's inner thigh. Eric noticing her caressing, feels his arousal build and his pants getting tighter as his erection grows.
"A little tease for what comes later tonight," was all Frieda purred as the teacher enters the class to begin the days lesson.