Amy “Red” Riding’s Hood (Adult fairy tale erotica) (2 page)

In the
closet hung sheets of red clothes, all to match her red hair. Hair that was
much closer to a shade of red than orange. Hence her nickname “Red.”

Amy went to
the closet and shuffled through her clothes. A chemise? Too plain. A dress?
That would look odd to wear to bed. No, something comfortable to sleep in and
still look attractive.

Nothing
suited. Not a stitch.

Amy had an
idea.

She
stripped off her nightgown, went to her dresser and dug out a pair of scissors.
She made a snip and tore the rest of the fabric into two parts. She discarded
the lower piece and tugged on the remaining nightgown over her head. Now it no
longer went to her ankles, but to the tops of her thighs.

Amy went to
her mirror and examined herself, turning to see herself from side to side.

Yes. The
nightgown now showed off her legs nicely. The sheer fabric did little to hide
her cute breasts. Her thin revealing form topped with her red wild hair, Amy
couldn’t wait to see Sean’s face.

Tap, tap, tap.

Amy spun
around to the window. She could barely make out Sean’s sheepish grin in the
darkness.

Amy opened
the window. “How long were you there?”

Sean just
smiled.

“Oh, you!”
Amy playfully pushed him. He wobbled back, about to fall from her second-story
window. “Oh!” Amy grabbed the collar of his coat to catch him. Then realized he
didn’t need her help. He had ample ledge to stand on. Damn fool was just
pretending.

“Come here.”
As he hung with one hand on the windowsill, Sean pulled Amy into a kiss with
his other hand against the back of her neck. Tingles and shivers spread across
the skin of her arms, across her breasts, deep into her belly, and down her
legs to her very toes. The taste of his warm lips and spicy male breath made
her hunger for more. Leaning outside the window to reach his lips left her
exposed to the cold night air. Finally, she had to stand up, breaking off the
delicious kiss.

“Come in,”
Amy motioned with her hand.

“Not yet.”

“Why not?”

Sean
searched for the words. “There’s something I want to try.”

She waited
for him to explain further but he didn’t. “Which is?”

“You’ll
see. For now....” Again, he kept his words silent.

Amy
laughed. “You’re impossible.” She felt silly standing in her bedroom as he
looked in from just outside her window, but decided to play along. In the meantime....
“Let’s play a game.”

“Okay.”

“I ask you
a question and you have to answer truthfully.”

Sean
laughed. “That should be easy, though it sounds pretty one-sided.”

“Are you
ready?”

“Ready.” He
leaned against the windowsill as if he didn't have a care in the world.

Amy took a
deep breath and shivered with the thrill of the game. “What’s the one secret
you don’t want me to know about?”

Sean
laughed again. “That’s one helluva question.”

“Well?” She
crossed her arms and tapped her foot, feigning impatience.

“Alright, I
guess that…uh....”

“Come on,”
she coaxed.

“I can’t
believe I’m gonna tell you this.”

“What is
it?” Amy stopped tapping her foot.

“It’s just
that....”

“Yes?” Her
heart beat loudly in anticipation.

Sean
sighed. “I’ve had a lot of one-moon liaisons, weekend flings, and hollow
romances. I don’t want that anymore.” His severe eyes instructed her she needed
to understand what he was saying. “I want more than that now.”

Amy gasped.
She felt her heart unlock, springing wide open. The last possibility of a
lonely life put on its coat and walked out for good. By the way Sean started
rambling, he must not have realized how happy his divulged secret made her
feel.

He said, “I
didn’t tell you because I was afraid you didn’t want the same thing, and then
I’d lose our whole friendship thing or lover thing or whatever this is, and I
don’t want to lose that, so forget I said anything. It was a stupid game.”

Amy jumped
at Sean and kissed him. Hard. She stepped back and waited for his response.

Sean looked
shocked, as though trying to understand what just happened. “If I say it again,
do I get another kiss?” he finally said.

Amy laughed
and kissed him again, gently this time. Sean was the one. Her heart told her
so. Would their relationship last? She remembered discovering her girlfriend’s
man being unfaithful. He had pleaded with Amy to keep his past indiscretions a
secret. She did. When her girlfriend had learned the truth, Red had lost her
friend. “Sean, the only way we can stay together is if there are no secrets
between us. You know that, right?”

Sean nodded
slowly. “You’re right.”

“No
secrets?”

“No
secrets.” Sean had a gleam in his eye. “Just one question.”

“What’s
that?”

“What’s the
one secret you don’t want
me
to know
about?”

Amy
laughed. “I don’t have any secrets from you.”

“There must
be something.”

“There
really isn’t.”

“Okay,
fine.” Sean’s eyes hunted for the next thing to say. “If you
did
have a secret from me, what would it
be?”

“You’re
wicked.”

“You
started it.”

Amy sighed,
still feeling awkward about standing in her bedroom as he remained at her
windowsill. What was he planning? “I guess something I haven’t told you yet is
what happened to me when I was twelve.”

“Something
to do with all those drawings of yours?”

“Yeah. One
day during the spring, I went to the river to wash my clothes, as always.” She
paused to check his reaction. He just nodded for her to continue, so she did.
“There was a wailing and I thought it was a baby crying. I followed the sounds
and discovered the cries came from a baby wolf inside a broken, hollowed out
log. A real wolf, not a lycan. I approached the pup to help it, find out what
was wrong. Then I heard a growling behind me. I turned to see a full-grown wolf
baring its teeth at me. I managed to slowly step away without being hurt. I’m
sure it was the pup’s mother wanting only to protect her offspring, but
still.... She scared the lightning and thunder from me.”

Sean
nodded. “Huh.”

“What?”

“It’s
just....” He picked at some moss growing on the edge of the sill. “How do you
think you’ll react when you see me grow a snout?”

“I’ll be so
turned on, you’ll have to fight me off.”

Sean
laughed. “Come here.”

Amy bent
over to reach her head through the window. He kissed her again. Delicious, but
she wanted more.

He grabbed
her torso and sucked her breast in his mouth through her nightgown. Amy gasped
and held his head close to her chest. That was sudden. One minute he was kissing
her lips and now he was sucking her breast? Could he tell how much she wanted
it? He nibbled and twirled his tongue around her nipple. Dammit! She wanted to
feel his mouth directly on her skin. Sean moved to her other breast. Sucked
hard. Did he even realize how good he was making her feel? Or was he doing this
for his own pleasure?

Thunder
rolled through her body and left her lungs, sounding out a low moan.

Sean
stopped and looked up into her eyes. “You okay?”

“Don’t
stop.”

He smiled.
“So about that thing I’ve been wanting to try on you.”

Try on me?
Just imagining the possibilities that
sentence led to made her squeeze her thighs together in anticipation.

“What is
it?” she asked.

“Sit on the
window sill.”

Amy didn’t
understand. She scowled and turned her body to dip down onto the edge of the
window.

“Other
way,” Sean said. “Legs hanging out the window.”

Amy felt a
thrill pepper across her body. She climbed over the sill and sat on the
window’s ledge, Sean’s torso planted between her legs. She put a hand in her
lap, making sure the nightgown still covered her nakedness.

Sean kissed
her on the lips. Amy felt the inside of her body melt.
That’s okay,
she told herself,
I
don’t need those body parts, anyway.
She heard someone moan. Sean placed a
hand on her breast and she arched her back into it. Her nightgown absorbed the
dampness between her thighs.

Amy heard
someone moan again. Oh, wait. That was her.

His kiss
was incredibly sweet. The kind of sweet that made your whole body shake and
tremble and burn. Amy was damned if she knew what kind of fruit could do that.

Sean broke
the kiss and whispered, “Ready?”

Amy felt
goose bumps. “You mean that wasn’t it?”

Sean
chuckled.

He kissed
her cheek and lowered his head between her legs. She pressed down harder on her
nightgown’s fabric to keep herself hidden. Now Sean was no longer between her
and the night air. The cold air against Amy’s thinly protected body had such a
bite to it. Her nightgown did nothing to protect her from the night’s teeth.

 
Sean's flurry of brown hair was between
her pale legs. She felt a tongue push against the material of her nightgown. So
this was what Sean wanted to try on her. She imagined how far Sean’s tongue
could go and puffed out a gasp.

His long
licks stroked the cloth at her cleft, pleasant but what excited her most was
how much pleasure Sean seemed to get from fervently lapping between her legs.
Allowing Sean to have that moment he desired was really all that mattered to
her.

He took her
hand of modesty into his own, and looked up at her. “Trust me,” he said.

Her heart
fluttered. She let go of her nightgown and Sean raised the cloth, exposing her
very core to his gaze. He swirled his tongue around her clit.

Amy
groaned.
What was all that mattered
again? I forget.

All those
past nights enjoying Sean’s company, and all those nights alone with just his
memory at her fingertips, she thought that was love. She thought love was the
fluttering her belly got in anticipation of seeing him again. She thought love
was the joy she had in seeing his caring face. She thought love was his careful
choice of kind and thoughtful words. She thought love was the way she melted at
his kiss.

How wrong
she was!

Love was
this
kiss, the most intimate of kisses.
His lips upon her most sensitive and secret lips. What kind and thoughtful
words could possibly make her feel his love more than feeling the very tongue
that formed them? What caring face could possibly make her feel his love more
than accepting true vulnerability by allowing that very face to press between
her thighs? This kiss was the one kiss that defined love between a man and a
woman. She sighed and melted into his loving caresses.

Her
thoughts swirled apart by a luscious whirlpool of waves undulating within her
core, making her dizzy. Her lower half hanging out the window, her upper half
still inside, she planted her hands flat against the wall of her bedroom to
hang on. It was as though each dizzy vortex she felt in her head was made by
each circle of his tongue. Amy squealed and clenched her thighs. She never
realized it could feel so ecstatic like this.

Sean
lavished the inner walls just at her entrance, lapping with a powerful tongue
only lycans had. Pushing. Stretching. Opening her up to his lips in front of
him and, hell, the entire village if they were to pass by her window.

Unbelievable.
To be so vulnerable and not feel afraid. Her heart opened to him even more, if
that were possible.

Sean’s
tongue pushed past her entrance and licked deeper. Amy gasped and curled over
Sean’s head, holding his head closer to her center. Her body bucked under a
surge of heat. Any more and…what? Could a woman receive any more heat and then
burst into flames? Thunderballs! She hoped so!

Then she
felt something enter her. Stretch her wide open. Blazing skies! What was that?
She looked down and saw his face turn. He was growing a snout straight into
her. Was he losing control? Was he going to tear her apart? Images spilled into
her mind of that wolf by the river baring its teeth at her. She struggled to
get free from Sean’s protruding jaws. He reached up a hand to hold hers.

Amy
understood the signal.
It’s okay,
he
was saying,
just hang on.

Taking a
deep breath, she calmed down and felt herself stretching wide to accommodate
him. His snout grew deeper within her. His tongue licking inside her, reaching
places she never dreamed possible. The room was spinning. No. Not spinning. It
was twirling inside out and twisting inside her. She felt on the verge of
combusting into a tornado of fire. It was wonderful. That twirling and twisting
turned into an uncontrollable shaking, not just of her body but also of her
woozy head, churning around faster and faster.