Isabel and the Wolf: (Part 2) (6 page)

*

Isabel woke the next morning to Skype bleeping from her laptop. She must’ve been drunker than she’d realized when she arrived home last night and had forgotten to close it. Her head was hurting too. As she dragged herself out of bed and went to get her MacBook, she ran through the number of beers she’d had, and when she got to five, it all made sense. She hit the green button on Skype and immediately Kara’s grinning face filled the screen.

“Hi, Chica!” she yelled.

“Could you get any closer?” Isabel yelled back.

“I haven’t seen you for so long that I wanted to make sure you remembered what I look like!” Isabel winced at Kara’s deafening tone.

“I’m not in much danger of forgetting!” she said, looking at the time in the corner of the screen. It was almost noon. She’d slept the whole morning away.

“Hey, you didn’t reply to my last message!” Kara said, her wide blue eyes narrowing and her high forehead crumpling into a comical scowl.

“Oh, I didn’t see it. I haven’t been home much the past couple of days. What did it say?”

“Just something about you being stranded at second base. Anyway – ” Kara interrupted herself as she often did, words tumbling out on top of one another. “What’s been keeping you away from home?”

“In a word, The Wolf,” Isabel said, grinning.

“That’s two, but never mind. Ok, so catch me up. You were saying that he went down on you the first time you hooked up, but nothing else happened?”

“Yup.”

“What? That like never happens! So was he good?”

“Amazing. It’s like he knew my body so well!”

“An improvement on Jason, huh?”

“Ha, yes,” Isabel laughed. “Definitely!”

“And then what – how did you not have sex?”

“I still don’t know. It was really weird. He was, like, obviously turned on, but he refused to take his pants off, and then just said “not tonight”.

“Time of the month, obviously.” Kara winked lecherously, pulling out her chauvinistic male caricature.

“It actually felt a bit like that.”

“That’s so inexplicable. I mean, I can’t even offer any suggestions.” She brushed back her heavy, dark blonde hair. “Perhaps he was playing hard to get?”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever know. Anyway, we went to sleep.” Isabel considered mentioning sleeping on the animal skins, but decided against it. Kara might not get it, and she didn’t want to spoil the memory by Kara making one of her sarcastic comments. “When I woke up the next morning, he wasn’t there, so I just got up and let myself out.”

“Interesting.” Kara was pulling an ironic
that’s so weird
expression.

“I didn’t hear from him that day, but the next day, he messaged me and we fixed a date at my place. But get this: we actually ended up going to the forest nearby, to this clearing where he had some camping equipment, and we had sex for the first time by the fire.”

“Wow!” Kara’s mouth had fallen comically wide open. “God, that sounds so romantic!”

“I don’t know about romantic, but it was hot. Super-hot actually!”

“Reeeaaaally?” Kara purred, meaning
I want to hear more, but I’m not going to do something as boring as ask you
.

“Actually kind of different. We only did it, you know, from behind.”

“What, behind, behind?” Kara clicked her tongue and slapped herself on the ass.

“No, not that! I mean,
doggy style
,” Isabel finished in a whisper, hating the phrase.

“Ah! So no face-to-face action at all? That’s hot. Like, really dirty!”

“Yeah it was. I liked it!” Isabel said, her cheeks warming slightly. Kara propped her chin on her hand as she sprawled on her bed.

“I’ve never had that with a guy before. It’s so
animalistic
.” Kara looked deeply impressed, which, considering her sexual history, said a lot.

“Peter is a bit of an animal, it’s true,” Isabel said. “He’s huge and overbearing and he doesn’t say much, and he’s really in tune with nature, like he knows the forest really well.”

“And you’re going to keep seeing him?”

“Yes, absolutely – if he keeps having sex with me like that!” Kara threw her head back and cackled.

“That’s my girl. So, this is a hook-up situation, right?” She squinted at the screen. “Because your eyes are telling me something different.”

“All they’re telling you is that I had too many beers last night!” Isabel said and laughed.

“What did you get up to?”

“Just some beers in the town with randoms. It was fun – everyone’s really friendly around here.”

“I can’t wait to see what it’s like! So, are we good for the weekend after next?”

“You bet! I can’t wait to see you!”

“Likewise, Chica,” Kara replied.

“So, what’s new with you?”

“Well, there’s currently a new dude in my bed, who I’ve abandoned to call my best friend. So, on that note, I should probably go and join him!”

“Ok, I won’t deprive him any longer. Until next Friday,” Isabel said, and blew her a kiss. Kara pressed her lips against the screen, leaving a lip-balm imprint, and hit ‘end’.

*

Isabel felt lighter than she had in months. Moving to Silver City had done her a lot of good, removing the last traces of regret about her relationship with Jason coming to an end and filling her with optimism for the future. But she’d been alone for so long that she’d started to get little, nagging worries that she’d always be single; that her future was cats and spinsterdom. As much as she told herself she was being irrational, it had taken actually being with a flesh-and-blood man to convince her otherwise.

Her art was going well. After she’d put the finishing touches to her big project, she had a week free of commissions, and enough money in the bank not to worry about it. She started working on a personal project instead. It was an abstract, carved from wood, which she’d never used as a medium before. She bought a big chunk of air-dried cherry wood from a shop downtown that specialized in art supplies and put it in a vise in the studio at the back of her house and got to work. Over the next few days, something voluptuous and intricate started to appear from the blank surfaces of the wood.

She was also relaxed about Peter contacting her, with none of the anxiety of the previous time. When he messaged her on Wednesday, asking if she was free the day after, it seemed like the right time to meet.

Peter:
Let’s have a barbecue

Isabel:
In the forest?

Peter:
Of course :)

Isabel:
I hope I’ll be able to find the way by myself!

Peter:
You won’t. I’ll pick you up from downtown, in the parking lot behind the Buffalo Bar, 7.30pm.

Isabel grinned to herself. The next 24 hours couldn’t go fast enough.

Isabel pulled into the dusty lot ten minutes early. She was wearing a dusky pink t-shirt dress that came in at the waist and finished at mid-thigh. Her shoes were like ballet pumps, but with a thicker sole. She hoped they’d be acceptable forest-wear for The Wolf. As much as she’d enjoyed being carried around by him, having some independence made her a lot more comfortable. Her eyes were lightly made up with waterproof mascara and nothing else, and a slick of lip gloss matched the color of her dress. She’d skipped underwear altogether, knowing how superfluous it was likely to be. She felt sexy, sexier than in her fashion-conscious low-cut dresses, or even her stockings and garter belt. Driving from her house, she was full of arousal-tinged anticipation.

Peter arrived exactly on time. His low-slung black car slunk up to hers, jarring with the colorful, hotchpotch artiness of the town. Isabel slithered out of her car and into his, wanting to keep their liaison secret. It was something special and mysterious that she didn’t want to share with the community in general. Peter smiled at her.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she replied. “How did you know which car was mine?”

“I knew where you were, Bella,” he said. She shrugged, knowing better than to interrogate him. The air-con was turned up high and gooseflesh broke out on her limbs. His scent filtered across to her. Freshly showered, she noted, and then wondered how she’d picked that up.

Peter was silent for the first five minutes, to Isabel’s impatience. She was eager to regain the intimacy they’d had in the forest, but sensed that she shouldn’t be the one to speak first.

“How have you been?” he asked her suddenly.

“Good. I’ve been doing my art quite a lot, and it’s going well,” she said, and gave in to the rush of words she’d been trying to contain, telling him all about her project and her plans for showing pieces in a gallery. He seemed interested, asking her plenty of questions. As they slowed for a traffic light, he reached across and placed his hand on her thigh, at the point where the dress ended. His fingers were warm, warmer than her air-con cooled flesh, and she couldn’t prevent her body from twitching in response to his touch. They lined up behind other cars, and his hand slid higher, caressing her skin. Isabel held herself motionless. She had stopped speaking, and she’d stopped breathing as well. Her thighs were slightly parted and the tender place between them had begun to ache, impatient for his touch. She willed him to move higher. The cars started moving again. He took his time, running his fingers lazily from one thigh to the other. Heat started to blossom all over her body. Her nipples hardened, and she looked down and saw them pressing against the flimsy material of her dress, unconstrained by a bra. As arousal tingled all over her skin, she became a little light-headed. A dampness began to grow between her legs, and she was torn between pressing them together and allowing them to fall a little wider apart. The Wolf made the decision for her, finally moving all the way up to the top of her thighs and pressing his fingers against her crotch. A small moan escaped her lips, and she felt herself instantly getting wetter. He began to caress her, gently, unhurriedly. Her head fell back against the headrest and she surrendered herself to the sensation. It felt incredible being touched like this, while speeding along in The Wolf’s slinky car, no-one they passed having any idea what was going on.

But she needed more; she needed him inside her. The deep ache was becoming unbearable. Eventually, he slid one of his long fingers all the way in. Isabel moaned again. Desire made her so sensitive it almost hurt. Until this point, Peter had been acting as if he wasn’t doing anything to her, he was just driving his car and had no idea his hand had fallen between a girl’s thighs. Now he glanced at her, a predatory smile playing on his lips. One finger became two, barely moving inside her, just enough to drive her crazy. She was so distracted that she hadn’t noticed they’d turned onto the Black Peak road, and they were now driving very fast on the empty highway. Before long, Peter brought the car almost to a stop again, as he’d done last time, and pulled a sharp turn left. The track into the forest was no more obvious in the daylight, and there was no way she would’ve found it if she was by herself. As the path became bumpy, Peter withdrew his hand from her in favor of steering the car. Isabel pressed her legs together, trying not to vocalize her disappointment. The rest of the journey couldn’t be over soon enough. The car hurtled along once more, narrowly avoiding plunging into trees and thickets, before coming to a halt in a dense patch of foliage. Isabel opened the door and climbed out immediately. She was certain her wetness had left a mark on her dress, but there was no-one around to see.

The Wolf climbed out too and bounded to her side of the car. Immediately, his mouth was on hers as he backed her against the car with his body. His huge hands encircled her waist, then went up to cup her breasts, and she let out a sigh.

“I’ve wanted you so much,” he whispered in her ear.

“Me too,” Isabel replied, lost for anything more eloquent to say. He lifted her up, and hoisted her onto the hood of the car, pushing himself between her legs. As her thighs slackened, he pressed against her, his hardness obvious beneath the fabric of his jeans. This excited her more. She needed him inside her so badly; the urge was all-consuming. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he continued to kiss her deeply, his long tongue flickering into her mouth and his hands crushing her breasts. Her dress had ridden up high, almost to her waist, and Peter ripped it off in a sudden movement.

“It’s almost a shame to take it off,” he said. “So sweet and unrestricting.” He placed it carefully on the roof of the car. Isabel was happy to be naked. The strangeness of being stripped in a public place had lost its edge after last time, and she felt natural in the forest. It was also incredibly hot being naked on a car. It was actually something she’d fantasized about many times before, but not expected she’d ever get to try it. He pulled back from her and she propped herself on her hands as she watched him strip off his shirt and his jeans, revealing that he wasn’t wearing any underwear once again. The beauty of his body was still a shock, with its incredible muscle tone and flawless olive skin. He came close and his hand slid between her parted thighs and went inside her; two fingers, then three. She reached out and touched the tip of his cock, and he groaned. His fingers slid in and out of her, she began to move her hand up and down his shaft, in light, teasing strokes. She looked into his eyes and saw the desire in them, and then something else, something so hot and hungry that she had to glance away, afraid.

“Now!” he said. He withdrew his hand. “Turn around.”

“What?” Isabel said confusedly. She wanted him to have sex with her in this position
, leaning back on the hood, with him arching over her.

“I want to be inside you. Turn around.” She frowned but slithered down from the hood. Slowly, she turned around to face the car, and leaned over it. At the same time that Peter’s teeth sank into the nape of her neck, the tip of his hardness pressed against her. From the way it was sliding around, she could tell that she was soaking wet and ready for him. She tried not to tense up as he started to enter her. He was so big, and there was that same sensation of her muscles surrendering to him. And then, she gasped as he was, suddenly, all the way in. There was none of the discomfort of last time, and somehow, as if by magic, she could accommodate The Wolf’s huge size inside her body.