While Melissa had mixed emotions about what was about to be her first time too, Trevor saw her begin to cry and stopped, despite how nice he thought her breasts felt in his hands with their hardened nipples rubbing against his palms.
Slowly, he removed his hands and backed away.
"I- I'm so sorry Melissa," he said, emotionally, trying to keep from crying himself.
"We're both feeling... something," began Melissa, as she sat up and started trying to compose herself. "It's just that even if I was already a were, I'd want my first time to be special, and I certainly don't want to run the risk of having unprotected sex and having a child of any species; especially when in some ways I'm still a child myself."
Trevor did his best to keep his distance, his were hormones and libido still raging within. "I know. At any group meetings, the leader always makes sure the ladies are on their were birth control pills before the night's... fun begins. It's just that I've never met anyone like you before; and you keep talking about you, me, and us."
"I know," she said, reaching out to hold his hand. "There's something special about you Trevor, and I don't mean just because you're a werebull. Whatever species I do decide to join were society as, I hope we can be together for a mighty long time."
"I'd like that," said Trevor, squeezing her hand lightly but lovingly. "Yet, if I can ask, what other choices are you considering?"
"My heart is saying werecow to be with you, but my brain is saying werevixen to match my kind, caring, and inquisitive personality. Then again, there are a couple of other possibilities that I do find intriguing, but those are the top two."
"I see. Well, in case nobody's told you, regardless of what were you do become, it won't affect who you are. I'm already highly interested in Melissa Jenkins, and regardless of whether you have fins, fur, or feathers, I'd be honored to date you," said Trevor with a smile.
"There's no one else I'd rather be with, but you'd have to clear that dating part with my father first, regardless of what kind of were I become," said Melissa, as she glanced at her wristwatch. "Speaking of which, I think it's time a handsome gentleman took me home for the evening," she added with a smile.
"That would be my honor too," replied Trevor.
He waited until Melissa scooted over to the passenger side of the pickup truck and put her seat belt on.
Then he climbed in and, after putting his own seat belt on, started the pickup and began the drive back to Melissa's house.
But unbeknownst to either teenager, Trevor's mother had been watching recent events. While a werecow's hearing wasn't as acute as some weres, it was good enough to hear their entire conversation too.
That was close, thought Erma Tyson, as she watched her son's truck drive off. I could tell the way those two were looking at each other that they're highly interested in each other. I just hope Melissa makes the right decision for the right reason, and that they both find the happiness they seek and deserve, whether its with each other or others.
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