Chapter 4 S*x Training

...Chirp, chirp...

I roll on my bed till I face the white ceiling. Curse that bird. I sit up and hold my head. Gosh, what happened?

"I hate being alone too"

The memory immediately makes me smile.

"Good morning"

Jay leans on my doorframe, shirtless and holding a mug of coffee.

I fist a good deal of my blanket and hold it up to my chest. My satin nightgown was already giving a lot away. Jay may have noticed because I feel his eyes concentrate on my chest as he takes a silent sip of his coffee.

"Dress up and come downstairs"

I look out the window, the sun is slowly rising.

"Do I have to get up this early every day?"

Jay takes another long annoying sip of coffee, never breaking his gaze. I clench my blanket harder. WHY IS MY HEART BEATING SO FAST?

"It's the fastest way for you to control yourself and get out of here. Or isn't that what you want?"

His tone was harsh. I started to realize that I was becoming a burden to them the longer I stayed here. But he didn't have to talk to me like that.

"Let's get this over with so that I can get out of your hair. It's not like I enjoy being a werewolf"

I let go of my blanket and grab my towel from the cupboard.

"Well hurry on with it", Jay says and he slams the door.

Did he slam the door? What the fuck?.

All of a sudden, he's acting all high and mighty like I asked for these stupid werewolf powers.

I growled and punched the wall. I felt immense anger throughout my body along with a huge amount of strength. Wait a minute, I growled. I looked at my hands which were covered in fur. Before I knew it, my nightrobe was torn to shreds and I was out the window against my will.

Like I was fueled by rage alone.

*******

"Chirp, chirp!"

I rolled on my bed. Is this my bed? Why was it so rough? I ran my hand on my 'bed' and I felt the veins of leaves. I turn around and put my hand on my shoulder. It's wet.Blood.I sit up and I feel..breeze.In places, they shouldn't be. I hesitate to look at myself and I almost scream when I do.Shit.I'm naked. Then the memories came flooding in. Jay's harsh voice resounded in my mind. And it seemed to come closer.

"Camilla! Camilla?"

Jay was here. He's here and he's probably looking for me. I wanted to shout back but I stopped. If he finds me here, he will see me naked. I find a pile of dried-up leaves and sit in them, cradling most of the leaves around my torse. Mustering up all my strength, I scream," Jayyyy!".In no time at all, I hear footsteps coming closer.

"Camilla?"

HE WAS BEHIND ME!.

I turned around so quickly, that I almost fell. I felt the heat in my cheeks as I slowly realized that despite the leaves, he saw my butt crack. My bare butt crack.

"Here's a shirt. My eyes are closed. They've been closed the whole time"

That's a huge relief to hear. But deep down, I felt he was lying.

*********

"Have you changed yet?", Jay asks

The clothes he had given me were smaller and hugged my body too much. The shirt he gave me was hardly covering my belly button and was more of a crop top and I managed to get the jeans on my waist with much effort.

"The clothes you gave me are like 3 sizes smaller.", I complained.

"Those are Andrea's and can I open my eyes now?"

"Yeah, sure"

Jay opened his eyes and mouths a silent 'oh'.

I looked down at my shoes the moment I felt his eyes on me.

"I had to grab any clothes I could find. I kind of figured out that you turned into a werewolf."

"How did you know?"

"I saw your torn nightrobe on the floor".

My cheeks got even hotter at the mention of my silk nightrobe. The one I had thought was so revealing.

"I'm gonna have to teach you how to transform soon. Like today", Jay adds

"Well then what are we waiting for?", I asked. I stretched my legs out in Andrea's uncomfortable jeans.

"I'm not qualified to"

"Why not?", I asked. Surely he couldn't be suggesting that Andrea teach me instead.

"You do realize that whenever you transform, your clothes get ripped apart, right?".

It hit me. So if I were to practice with him, it would mean he would have to see me naked. Till I master it.

"I guess I'm practicing with Lizzy then"

*******

"Breathe out deeply with your chest"

"Hmmmm...", I exhaled.

I and Lizzy had moved to a more open space in the woods. She brought yoga mats, extra clothes, and food. We both sat on separate yoga mats in the Siddhasana position. She seemed to taking this thing more seriously than I am.

"So how do you feel here?", Lizzy asked when she heard me exhale.

Ever since I was freed, nobody had asked that question. My mom hadn't even called. And here I was worrying about her. Jay has been nothing but demanding yet so sweet at the same time. It's always the hot ones that act bipolar.

"Out of place.Weird", I replied.

"You'll get used to it", Lizzy said."Now repeat the breathing exercise and when you're done, remove your clothes".With that, she stood up and did another more complex yoga position, placing her leg on her neck with her eyes closed.

"I'm done".

Lizzy opened her eyes and when she did, they widened in shock.

"Such big boobs you have!", she exclaimed. Her eyes seemed to explore every part of my body and the more they did, the more nervous I felt. But I chose to take her comment as a compliment."Thanks", I replied.

Her eyes seemed to get low and somehow..seductive."Let's rest a bit before we start".She advanced towards me with a sultry smile on her face. I felt my heart beat faster like it would beat out of my chest. As if Lizzy could hear it, she placed her hand on my chest, right where my heart was.

"Baby, why are you nervous?". She rubs my whole chest, pinching and pressing my boobs while maintaining eye contact with me the whole time. I couldn't understand the warm feeling in my stomach and how it seemed to travel downwards. But it felt new...and in a twisted way: good. I bite my lip subconsciously and when I realize what I have just done, I feel embarrassed. She used her other hand to draw me closer to her, squeezing my butt harder and harder in the process. I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. This wasn't part of the lesson. My boobs were pressed against her chest and I could feel her heartbeat. She slid her hand up my chest and wrapped her fingers around my neck, tilting my head upwards in the process.

"Who's mommy's good girl?", she asked in a low demanding tone. She places her hands on my shoulders and makes me sit on the floor like a dog beneath her feet. She uses a finger to tilt my head upwards so we maintain eye contact. Then she lowers herself so we see eye-to-eye.

I started panting for no good reason. Under seconds, she's rendered me helpless. This can't be good. I shouldn't be doing this at all. I have never felt this way around a girl, never thought I would. This should be a side-effect so at least what I'm going to acknowledge it as.

"I am"

"Good girl", she says as she pulls off her clothes. I watch as she removes her bra and lets down her hair. She sees the look on my face and comes closer, letting her boobs rub against mine. She rubs my hips up and down and places her thumbs at both sides, touching and rubbing me like she's giving me a tantric massage. I feel her hands go upwards, she presses my boobs and sucks on them till hot tears run down my cheeks and I cry for her to stop. I moan and lay flat on the cool forest floor and let her play with every part of me, knowing damn well we shouldn't be doing this.

"Spread your legs"

I hardly have any breath left in me. I spread my legs apart and watched her hands go lower and lower. I feel her fingers explore my vagina, she spreads my lips apart and I feel her tongue. The moment I felt it, I let myself loose. I was a wriggling animal, begging for mercy at her feet. She finally stops and places herself on top of me, letting our vulva lips kiss. I feel her warm wetness on me. She grabs my nipples with both of her hands. I moan loudly and she covers my mouth with one of her hands.

"You're gonna like this a lot"

I hope I do.