Bearly Breathing (11 page)

Sidney was drunk.

Angie was feeling pretty tipsy herself but her pie piece was almost full. She was just missing the sports category and she would win the game.
Always fucking sports
.

She had taken a few swigs of that horrendous liquid herself because she missed a couple of answers. John Lombardi, Charles Barkley, Nolan Ryan…why the hell would they put a sports section in an intellectual game?

Those were the only questions that Sidney had gotten right. And now he was drunk.

Not sloppy drunk, hilarious-make-Angie-almost-pee-her-pants-laughing drunk. She was actually having a really fun time with him.

“Which sailor discovered the Hawaiian Islands?” she stuttered. The small print was starting to get blurry.

“Popeye,” he said.

“No,” she said laughing. He bit his lip and scrunched up his forehead when he was thinking. Angie loved when he did that. It was so cute. “Captain…”

“Crunch. Kangaroo. America. Jack Sparrow.” He grabbed the almost empty bottle and shook it. “Please don’t make me drink anymore,” he begged.

“We were looking for Captain James Cook,” she said, lifting her leg up on her chair and resting her chin on her knee.

“Didn’t I say that?”

“Everybody but him,” she said giggling. “Drink up.”

He poured the scotch into his empty, pie-shaped, playing piece and took a shot. She slapped the table, cheering him on.

Sidney slammed down the makeshift shot glass on the table and raised his arms in the air like a runner crossing the finish line.

“Alright smarty pants. Your turn.”

Angie rolled the die and got a three. “Yes!” she squealed. She moved her pie piece three spots over to the big orange square.

“For the win,” Sidney said, picking up the card. He squinted at it and swayed in his chair. “The letters keep jumping around.”

She reached across the table and plucked the card out of his hand. She read the question keeping her finger over the answers. Angie never wanted to win by cheating. There was no pride in that.

“Who was the last heavyweight, bare-knuckle boxing champion?”

Sidney laughed and crossed his big, muscular arms. “Good luck with that one!”

Angie lowered her head and tried to stop the alcohol induced, swirling of her mind. She knew this one. Her grandfather had black and white pictures of bare-knuckle boxers all over the bar in his basement. One was signed by a heavyweight champion. She remembered her Pappy saying that he was the last champion ever before they changed the rules. He was born on the same street in the South End of Boston as him.

What was his name?
The scotch was making it hard to think.

It finally came to her. She could see the picture clearly in her mind and the big, loopy signature scribbled across it. “John L. Sullivan!” she said, throwing the card at him. She jumped out of her seat and danced around the cabin, shaking her hips to imaginary music.

Sidney stared at the card with narrowed eyes. The card looked like a postage stamp in his large hands. “I can’t see,” he said. “Is it right?”

“Of course it’s right,” she said, shadow boxing.

“You think you’re so smart,” he said playfully.

“No. I know I’m so smart.” She threw a right hook and then a left uppercut. “That full green pie on the board says I’m so smart.”

“I know something you don’t know,” he said, leaning on the table.

“What? How tree bark tastes like?” She jumped in the air with her hands up like she just won the imaginary boxing match.

“Come outside and I’ll show you.”

Sidney’s shirt caught around his shoulder and he yanked it. A ripping sound filled the outside night as the shirt tore in half.

“What are you showing me?” Angie asked in the doorway. “How to get mosquito bites?”

Sidney needed to impress her. He had lost the game. She was smarter than him. He needed something big. He was drunk and this was all he could think up.

But people always seemed impressed whenever he did this.

“Watch this,” he said. He urged his bear forward, pushing him to the surface. The burning started as his body grew even larger than before. He grimaced in pain as his bones snapped and his muscle tissue tore. His nose was on fire as it extended away from his face. His skin disappeared behind white fur.

Sidney was a polar bear shifter.

He was still drunk, watching Angie through the eyes of his bear. She was standing in the doorway watching with fascination. Not fear or panic. Fascination. Like a scientist discovering a new species and observing it.

Sidney’s bear was fixated on her. Normally he would’ve wandered off into the woods by now. Done bear things. But he couldn’t stop staring at her.

Sidney felt a strange, sudden pull towards her. His bear was purring and shaking in a strange way. It wasn’t like anything that Sidney had ever felt before.

Oh crap.

His bear was bonding to her.

Angie stared in complete awe as the polar bear in front of the cabin changed back into Sidney. He picked up his tattered clothes off of the ground and covered himself.

A million questions popped into her head. She had to know everything. But first things first.

“What the fuck was that?” she asked.

He looked at her differently as he passed. Like he was somehow, all of a sudden, ashamed. He headed for the sofa and sat down. “I think I’m just going to go to bed,” he said.

“No. You don’t pull a stunt like that and just get to go to bed.” She placed her hands on her hips. He was a real, live werebear and she had some questions. A lot of questions. “Shifters are real?”

He lay down on the sofa and placed his hands over his eyes. “Yup.”

“What species are you descended from? Are you homo sapiens? Australopithecus?”

“They didn’t exactly hand me a textbook when I was born.”

She had to know everything. “Do you and your bear share the same mind? Do you share thoughts? Feelings? Emotions?”

“We share the same body,” he said. “Our minds are linked.”

She took his hand in hers and studied it. His fingers looked so human. They were bear paws a minute ago. She ran her fingers over his fingertips. Claws had burst out of these fingertips and now they were completely healed.
How is that possible?

She was sitting next to him, brushing her fingers along his arms, his chest, inspecting his body in an intimate way. She caught herself and looked into his eyes. He was gazing at her with a loving tenderness, looking at her in a way that no one had ever looked at her before, seeing through her eyes down into her core.

It caught her off guard and she lowered her head. His shredded white shirt was sitting on his lap, the only thing covering his nakedness.

Her eyes trailed down his muscular legs to his feet. “It’s amazing,” she said. “All of that fur. Is it in you or was it produced on the spot?” His skin looked normal. It didn’t make sense. “I would kill to do an autopsy on you.”

He laughed. “Well please don’t kill me,” he said. “I kinda like this whole life thing.”

She chuckled. “That’s not what I meant,” she said, leaning in and examining his face, his ears. “It’s just…you’re amazing.”

“You can come examine me anytime,” he whispered, turning his head to meet her eyes. His face was so close to hers, his lips in kissing distance. Her heart rate jumped as she realized where she was: on the sofa with a hot, naked man.

He brushed his hand down her cheek and then it all unraveled so fast. Her hand was on his hairy chest and their lips found each other. She postured up on the couch and ran her fingers through his blond hair as she shoved her tongue into his mouth.

His enormous arms wrapped around her, swallowing her, engulfing her, and her pussy clenched. She had never been with such a powerful man before and her body was responding in a carnal way.

She gasped and took in deep breaths as their mouths broke apart and he coated her neck with kisses. His tattered shirt flew onto the floor. Was it her? Was it him? She didn’t know but his erection was out and ready for her.

“Oh my,” she gasped, her cheeks turning red when she saw the size of it. It was in proportion to his enormous body. And way out of proportion to hers.

He smiled and kissed her on the lips. He playfully tugged her bottom lip in his teeth as she wondered what would happen if she ran out the door into the woods. How was that thing going to fit in her tiny body?

He slid her shirt off over her head and kissed her chest and the thought seemed to melt away as she writhed her pussy on his leg. His cock rubbed against her thigh and all she wanted, all that mattered, was to get her clothes off.

She ripped off her bikini top and slid down her shorts and bottom. He stared at her perky breasts as she got back on the sofa and straddled him.

His mouth was on her nipples at once, licking, kissing and sucking on them. She moaned as she reached down and stroked his thick cock. She wanted to feel him inside her. She wanted to get fucked properly for once.

Her nipples hardened in his mouth, his tongue tickling them and making them erect. He moaned as she squeezed his wide shaft and rubbed it along her pussy lips. She gasped and spread her legs wider.

She arched up and pressed his tip inside her wet tunnel. He was so large. Sidney gripped her ass and helped steady her as she slowly lowered herself onto him.

Her pussy burned as she engulfed him. She had never felt so full, so completely stuffed before.

“Fuck it’s so big,” she whined as she pushed her hips down.

He grunted and grinned, leaning his head back on the couch.

She gasped and cried out as he stretched her insides. She closed her eyes and bit her lip. It hurt but it felt so good, so gigantic.

She exhaled in relief as she finally reached the bottom with his whole cock inside her. She took fast, deep breaths and laughed. “That’s one down,” she said.

She placed her hands on his hairy chest and raised her hips back up. Her arms flexed and burned as she raised herself higher than was normally required.

She plunged her hips back down, this time her pussy was ready for him, shaped for him. She slid down easier. The burning was barely noticeable, the pleasure enhanced.

He groaned and lolled his head to the side as she picked up speed, bouncing up and down on his hard cock. He grunted and squeezed her ass.

Angie smiled as she fucked him. She probably felt so tight around his cock. She was loving the way he was grimacing because of her. She smiled to herself.
Enjoy it while you can because after this you’ll never be tight again.

He rocked his hips up with every hit, smacking her aching clit with his pelvis.

His dick was so big that it hit everywhere. It slammed against her g-spot with every thrust and Angie’s head was getting dizzy. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled it as he pumped inside her.

She had felt a sensation that she had never felt during sex before. It was like a flood raging, being held back by a dam. She had never had an orgasm during sex. The nerdy guys that she always dated, with their small dicks, always came before her with not much playtime. She only had orgasms when she was taking care of herself.