Werewolf Girlfriend: Sheba (rough draft)
Added 2021-05-29 20:01:00 +0000 UTCIt was raining a lot as you drove in. Not only that, you somehow made a wrong turn along the way. You went over this cute little bridge at one point. You only remember because you made note to come back when it wasn’t raining. But then, when you turned around to head back, the bridge was covered by the river. So much rain had made it overflow.
“Oh boy.” You sit in your car and stare out the windshield, trying to think of what to do. You then see a sign near you saying that the ‘Hearthway Forest Nature Reserve’ is five miles from here. Deciding rather than wait on the rain to end, you head towards there if only to find somewhere dry to go. You eventually see more signs for the town of Hearthway Hollow. How serendipitous, you think. Maybe you can hang out at a cafe there until the rain ends.
You park and slip on your hoodie then put your laptop case inside close to your chest. You knew you should have packed your umbrella before you left, but you didn’t listen to your better judgement. You rushed through the rain, making it inside the cafe. It’s quiet inside, only a few people scattered about at tables. Even the staff seems to be waiting out this rainstorm. You look over the menu hanging above you just as someone else comes into the cafe.
“Excuse me.” She has a gruff voice but when you look up at her you notice she has the most beautiful eyes you’ve ever seen. She walks around you, going up to the counter where she plucks up a paper bag. You notice her leather jacket is dripping wet, as are parts of her hair.
“You’re not going back out in that, are you Sheba?” Someone behind the counter asks.
“The Locklear Bridge is out, so I can’t exactly go home at the moment,” the woman scoffs. “I’ll probably have to shack up at the motel tonight.”
You screw up the courage. “Excuse me,” you blurt out. “But could you tell me where the motel is? I’m afraid I’m stuck here for the night too.”
Sheba turns and looks down at you, beautiful eyes sharp, stance stiff and defensive. “You go across the street,” she points out the window. “Then you make a left turn and down Deep Holler road. Once you come to the end of it, you make a right and it’s there.”
“Across, left, right,” you murmur to yourself. “Thank you!”
A slight smile appears on Sheba’s face. “Not from here, are you?”
You shake your head. “I think I crossed that Locklear Bridge you were talking about,” you murmur. “I got turned around on my way to Asheville and I ended up here.”
Sheba holds back a smile. “You really did get turned around, Asheville is back about an hour that way.”
Your jaw drops as you look at her. “That’s what I get for using the post-it note system!” You stomp your foot. “I can’t afford a smartphone or anything. Really, I still have a flip phone! So I make a system of post-it notes along my dashboard with directions and-”
Sheba is snickering and huffing as she tries to keep from outright laughing at you. “I’m sorry. I don’t mean to laugh.” She combs her fingers through her long, dark hair, swooping it away from her face. “I don’t even have a phone myself. I’ve just never heard of a post-it note system.”
You blush from embarrassment, but also because Sheba is so pretty. She’s tall and muscular, she actually would look pretty scary if you weren’t in such a cute cafe. “I’ve used it since high school.” You smile shyly at her. “But thank you for the directions. Once it stops raining I’ll try to get back to Asheville.”
“It usually rains for a few days in a row here,” Sheba says warningly. “You could get stuck for a few days.”
“Oh,” you begin to sink.
“It’s a cool town though.” Sheba walks by you again to the door. “You might like it here.” She leaves and through the window you see her go for a motorcycle outside.
You stay for a bit at the cafe, long enough to enjoy a warm drink and a particularly fancy sandwich. After that, you go to the motel and check out a room. As you’re unlock the door to your room, the next one over opens up. Sheba walks out with an ice bucket in her hand.
“You again,” she says with a smile.
“Hi,” you say shyly.
Sheba looks you over. “Guess my directions worked then?”
“Better than my usual system.” You shrug then fidget with your hair. “So, you live here?” You ask.
“Kind of,” Sheba sighs. “I help part time at the garage here. I repair motorcycles. But when I’m not here, I live a little further out of town. What about you?”
Your heart sputters. What about you? You swallow and try to sort your thoughts. “I’m doing research, for a book I’m writing.” You feel your face heat up. “I was also going to meet with a doctor for my daughter.”
Sheba’s eyes widen. “Really?”
You don’t know why you feel like sharing and opening up to her. You’d been on the road for a while now, and you really wanted to talk to someone. You nod. “She’s two, and uhm...it’s a long story but her current pediatrician says she’s showing signs of autism. There’s a doctor in Asheville she highly recommended so-” You stop, wondering if you’ve unloaded too much.
“I get it,” Sheba says with a soft smile. “If the doctor works out, then you’ll be moving down here right?”
“Yeah. It’s closer to her grandparents too.”
Sheba nods. “And that’s why all you can afford is the flip phone?”
“Hand me down. You’re really good at this,” you laugh.
“Nah,” she shrugs. “Just seen all sorts in my life. But you know, maybe it’s fate you ended up here in Hearthway Hollow. It’s a pretty good place to raise a kid. Good schools, good neighborhood. Not to mention it isn’t as expensive as Asheville can get when it comes to housing.”
You feel almost goofy around Sheba. She’s so pretty, her dark hair and skin both look so soft and perfect. You’ve always had a hard time talking to beautiful women, but somehow, it’s a little easier with Sheba. Even if you’ve only first met.
“Maybe you can show me around?” Your voice cracks.
Sheba’s eyes widen. “You sure about that?”
“No.” You stiffen. “It’s just a saying.”
She grins and starts to chuckle. “Maybe,” she starts to walk away again. “Get some rest, post-it note girl.” She lifts the ice bucket above her head to wave it.
You get into your room and rub your face trying to rid yourself of the embarrassment. You then call Harmony, your daughter, and talk with her for a bit. After a shower, you nestle into bed and take out your laptop. You do a search on Hearthway Hollow. You see some good things, and the pictures of the town make it seem so calendar ready. Then, you find a website called the Spoopy Report and it has dozens of articles about monsters, specifically werewolves, in Hearthway Hollow. You have a laugh and decide to go to bed.
In the morning, it’s still raining. You walk outside, hoping to find a good place to get breakfast. You zip up your hoodie and Sheba comes out of her room as well. You both look at one another. Sheba has something in her hand, which she tucks away behind her back.
“Where’s a good breakfast place?” You ask, breathless.
“I was just headed that way myself,” Sheba says with a smirk. “The diner is down the way from here.”
“Would you like a ride then?” You ask. “I mean, if we’re going to the same place.”
Sheba’s cheeks darken. “You don’t have to.”
“It’s okay. I don’t mind.” You stomach is doing flips.
Sheba bites her lip then sighs. “Okay. Still raining anyways.” She follows you down to your car, taking the passenger seat which you quickly scooped garbage out of.
“Sorry about that.” You toss everything into the back seat. You start up the car and Sheba looks out her window. “Just tell me where to go.”
“Make a right out of the parking lot and it’s straight ahead.” She’s still fidgeting with something in her hand, which she’s trying to put into her jacket pocket.
You’re quiet, unsure how to talk to her or bring anything up. Once at the diner, you walk inside and you are seated together at a small booth near the window. You look outside, seeing across the street there is nothing but huge trees.
“You know-” You try to start a conversation. “I saw something online last night while I was researching this town.”
Sheba rolls her eyes. “Is it the werewolf thing?”
“Yeah,” you giggle. “I thought it was so funny. Is it because of the wolf reserve or something?”
“Those paranormal investigator people have been going off about that for years. Ages ago, this picture outside Hearthway Hollow started popping up everywhere. It looked like a giant wolf walking around on two legs. Ever since there have been rumors about the Hearthway Hollow werewolves everywhere. To be fair though, it’s drummed up a lot of tourism, which has helped the town grow quite a bit.”
“Did you grow up here?” You ask.
Sheba shrugs. “Kind of. Wound up here as a shitty little kid, and I sot of got roped into the Locklear family.”
“Like the bridge?”
Her smile grows. “Yeah. They’re a big family here, really amazing people. But even with that I’ve always been a loner.”
“What a line,” you giggle.
Sheba arches a brow and smirks. “I’m trouble too,” she says teasingly. “You may wanna be careful around me, I’ve been known to swoon a few women.”
Your cheeks burn. “You wouldn’t have to work too hard with me, I’m afraid I’m a sucker for a pretty face!” You stop dead in your tracks when you let that information go.
The smile that then spreads across Sheba’s face is dangerous. It’s a mix of seductive and coyness. She then reaches into her pocket and lays a smartphone down on the table. “I remembered I had this. A friend at work gave it to me, but I’m not good with technology so it just sat in my saddlebag. I thought you could use it more than me.”
“I can’t take that! That’s a really expensive phone.”
“And?” She shrugs. “To me it’s useless. For you it’s a chance to escape the horror of post-it notes.” Her smile returns. “Not only that you could do that fancy video call stuff with your kid.”
Your heart is pounding so fast. “Then let me buy breakfast! It’s the least I can do.”
Sheba tilts her head to the side. “You don’t need to do anything. I’m actually glad to be rid of it. Just seeing you happy about it does my cold heart a world of good.”
You wind up spending the day with Sheba. The rain lets up just enough that she can show you some of the sights. Once it comes down as a deluge again, you go to the grocery store. She buys beer and snacks, you buy a few things as well. You then go back and hang out at the motel. You watch bad TV while snacking and enjoying the beer. You also get the phone set up and switched to your account.
“You sure you don’t want this?” You ask her again.
“I told you, I’m not used to tech and shit. I’m good with motors and wrenches. Not buttons and screens.” She looks back to the TV. “It suits you better than me.”
“This is very sweet, thank you.”
You leave the next day, going back to Asheville and meeting with the doctor, who is wonderful. You set up appointments in the future for Harmony. You then head back to Hearthway Hollow, deciding to look for places to move to within the next couple of months. Sheba ends up being a big help. She helps you find an apartment which is close to the school and park.
A month later when you pull up with your truck full of boxes, Sheba is there to help you unload. One evening, as you sit in your half empty apartment, Sheba appears with take out.
“You’ve been such a an angel through all this.” You say, laying back on the floor, full and exhausted. “How can I ever repay you?”
Sheba leans over top of you, on hand beside your head while she looks down at you. Your heart is long gone, having raced out your chest the moment Sheba came close. You close your eyes instinctively, feeling her soft lips kiss yours. You reach up, running your fingers through her thick hair then cupping your palms around her face.
Sheba pulls away reluctantly. “I don’t mean to make you think I want you to repay me with-”
“Be quiet and do it again.” You close the gap between you. Sheba pulls away again, holding your shoulders back firmly.
“Wait,” she breathes. “There’s something else I need to tell you before...well before anything.” She stands up, walking away from you.
“What’s wrong?” You fear it’s something to do with you. Maybe she doesn’t want to date somebody with a kid? She said she was a loner, there could be hang ups about dating.
Sheba takes a deep breath. “It’s so weird to talk about.” She looks over at you. “Remember when you first looked up Hearthway Hollow and you found those...the werewolf stories?”
You nod. “Yeah.”
She frowns. “It’s hard to explain, let alone make it sound like I’m not trying to pull a prank.” She looks at you, half guilty and half afraid. “It’s more than that. It’s a lot more. I just-” She looks frustrated.
You stand up and try to approach her. “Is it something bad?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not really. I mean, it depends on how you feel about…” She hesitates and looks away again. “Do you scare easy?”
You touch her face, smoothing your palm across her skin. You heartbeat has returned, pounding hard inside your ears. Your mind races with fright, but only because you could lose Sheba. The past two months are all because of her help, her kindness. Without her you wouldn’t have discovered this town, found your new home. She’s been so wonderful it’s hard to imagine being here without her.
You move your hand away. “Are you suggesting that werewolves are real?”
Sheba nods in silence.
You’re not sure how to take this. “And you are one?”
Sheba nods again. “I know this sounds insane and unbelievable. But I can show you. I can prove it. But I don’t want to scare you away.” Her usually strong voice warbles. “The moment I met you in the cafe, I knew. It scared me. But you kept appearing next to me. You kept coming here and-” Tears appear in her eyes. “I don’t want to lose you.”
You take a moment. You breathe in and think through this. “If you’re lying to me or trying to scare me, I won’t find it funny. I won’t like you for it. But if you’re honest, then that’s enough.”
Sheba steps back, removing her jacket and her shirt. She takes off her bra, keeping her muscled arm over her chest. Her hair looks wilder, then her eyes. Her hair curls around her face, no, it’s fur growing. Your eyes nearly bulge from your head as you watch her shift. She bends over, bones popping and cracking. It sounds painful but she makes no noise of effort or pain. Your frozen, unsure if you should run or wait for her to look at you again.
It goes quiet, the furry shape before you is still. She then raises her eyes and looks at you, expecting you to run. She makes no movement, except to just look at you.
“It’s a good thing Harmony likes dogs,” you whisper.
Sheba trembles.
“It’s okay.” You go back to her, touching her fur and holding her face between your hands. “Isn’t it?” You whisper to her.
“I hope so,” she says softly. “You’re not afraid?”
You shake your head then smile. “I’m in disbelief. Half of me thinks I’m dreaming.”
Sheba nuzzles to your cheek. “Me too.” After a while, she tells you the history of Hearthway Hollow. How the town keeps its secret and how it’s a strange occurrence among other werewolves.
“It was hard doing the courtship ritual. The best I could do was the phone, then help you find a place. I couldn’t do the whole thing.” She said shyly.
“I think you did great,” you say brightly. “You did more for me than I ever could have expected. I was just a stranger when we met.”
Sheba leans in close, placing her palm on your face then gently smoothing her fingertips along your skin. “But I knew right away who you were. And for me that meant the world.” Her smile brightens and her nose crinkles. “I wanted to do everything I possibly could to show you I was worthy.”
You lean in, kissing her and feeling her fur against your cheek. It grows in passion and heat. Sheba soon has her hands under your clothes, pulling at them and reaching up under your sports bra. You whimper against her cheek, hugging her close so she can feel more.
“Is it okay?” Sheba whispers.
You nod shakily. “Please. It’s been a long time. Just be easy on me.”
Sheba lays you down, tugging down your leggings and kissing your bare belly. Her beautiful eyes flick up to you, watching you as her kisses move lower. You’re so excited by this vision, this beauty, before you. Your legs open easily for Sheba. Her big, strong werewolf paws massaged into your hips, your thighs. She looks down only for a moment, a smile appearing and she licks her chops. “How lovely.”
You can’t help but giggle. “Oh hush.”
“Okay, I will.” Sheba moves in, her long tongue pressing against you. You hold your breath, leaning all the way back upon the bed. You grip your eyes shut tight as her touch becomes more intense, arousing you greatly and causing you to seep out upon her tongue. Sheba moans hungrily from below and you finally exhale loudly. You reach down, grabbing the top of her head, making her ears flick. Finally opening your eyes, you look down and see that she is gazing back up at you. You moan out, letting her hear your voice. She moans in return, planting her tongue deep inside you.
When your legs begin to shudder Sheba pulls away, she licks at her lips and breathes out heavily. “One second.” She takes your leg, looping it over her shoulder. She then goes back in, her tongue slipping back inside while a finger thrums against you clit. You cry out in surprise and bite your lip to keep from being too loud. Sheba looks back up at you, her finger moving in slow, even circles. She then changes it, tapping upon it. You squeeze internally, feeling her tongue pressing upwards inside you.
“Sheba,” you pant.
Her eyes are more focused, more hungry. She changes the tempo of her finger again and in a split second, you throw yourself back upon the bed, pulling her thick fur and whining at the heat coursing through your body.
Sheba rises, licking her chops again with a smug smile on her face. “Good girl,” she rasps. “Did you enjoy that?”
Your face is red and your body is hot all over. Everything feels so cold against your skin, except for her. She feels equally as hot as you. You smile as you look at her, unable to talk just yet but eager to reciprocate.
Sheba lays down beside you, curling up against your side. You then take your hand, running it down her body and curling then between her thighs. You find her wet and hot. You burrow your fingers deeper until she moans into your ear.
“Oh wow,” you moan. “You’re so wet.”
“Can you blame me,” she grunts. “You tasted so good.”
You move your fingers inside her, feeling her inner walls clamp around you. “I should repay the favor.”
Sheba shakes her head. “Stay here.” Her hand grabs hold of your breast. “Like this where I can see you.” She kisses you, sighing against your lips as your fingers glide over her clit. Her hips jerk and she moans against your skin.
“You have a nice clit too.” You move your fingers in slow circles. “It’s so responsive.”
Sheba grits her teeth and throws her head back. “Been a while for me too.”
You kiss her, rolling her onto your back so you can get on top. You press kisses to her neck and chest while you rub her clit faster. Her hips buck upwards, meeting you hand eagerly.
“Harder,” she pants. “Harder!”
You do as she commands, watching her face as you feel her loins tremble. She snarls and thrusts then jerks harshly away from you, turning her head so it buries into a pillow. Her breaths are hard and heavy. You kiss down her body until your between her thighs. You lick her clean, feeling her buck and shudder.
“Enough,” she mewls weakly. “You’ll make my heart explode.”
You give her folds one last kiss before rising up again. You fall into her arms where she crushes you, kissing you over and over until you both fall into a deep sleep.
Come morning, you wake up alone. You begin to panic when you receive a phone call from Harmony and your mother, who will be coming up that afternoon with more stuff to move in. You get up to run to the window, but as you do Sheba come sin the door. She smiles, showing off the coffee and diner bag with breakfast. You smile with relief, listening to your mother brag about how good Harmony was about packing her things. You kiss Sheba on the cheek, then take your coffee as she goes to set breakfast up.
“I can’t wait to see you today,” you tell Harmony. “You’re going to love it here.” You beam up at Sheba. “There’s someone really special I want you to meet. I know you’ll be best friends.”
You wrap your arms around Sheba falling back down into the bed with her. Her kisses are soft, but there is an edge to it. Sometimes she bites your lip, or her fingers dig into you a little hard. You like it though, you like her more than that. The food smells so good and your stomach grumbles in impatient hunger.
“Maybe we should get you fed before we try to do anything else today,” Sheba laughs. She helps you up and points you to the table.
“You know, I think I have a new idea for a book,” you tell her.
“Really?” Sheba kisses your cheek and temple. “What about?”
“Something about werewolves,” you coo. “Maybe something romantic.”
Sheba opens the styrofoam take out box and sighs in pleasure at the food. “A bit predictable, don’t you think?”
“Maybe,” you giggle. “But I think I’m already attached to the idea.”