Waiting is the hardest thing to do. Three weeks and I hadn't heard from my neighbor and it was starting to make me worry. She is a werewolf. A hot, freckled skinned, big breasted, wide hipped woman, who turns into a nightmare. A nightmare that could tear me, your favorite narrator Vance apart if so chosen. Before she had revealed to me that she was a werewolf, I had been spying on her for weeks after she moved into the house next door. Apparently, she had known almost the entire time because our minds were linked.
The night she had confronted me, she had told me what she was and had offered me a choice. Either become her mate or be killed. The choice was easy for me being that I wanted to live and let's not forget, how cool would it be to be a werewolf? My acceptance rewarded me that night with a show of her naked body, a blowjob and her pair of yellow panties.
Three weeks and those panties no longer had her scent in them. I mean, who gives a teenage boy about to graduate high school such a priceless artifact. The first few days and I don't think my dick had been rawer in my life as I masturbated relentlessly while sniffing them. I loved the panties, but when the scent of her had faded out of them, it left me fantasizing about her without something that was tangibly her. Though I did keep the panties close, mostly in fear of my mother discovering them, they were quickly becoming an artifact of unfilled promises.
They were sitting on my desk again, reminding me how much I had sniffed them while stroking the salami. There they sat, right next to my senior year photo. It amazed me how young I looked in it.
Sighing, I closed my laptop on the desk in my room and headed downstairs. Before I left my room, I checked the clock on my wall to see that only an hour had passed since I had gotten home from school. I attended a private school.
"Vance?" my mother called out to me.
"Yeah mom," I replied.
"Hey, what are you doing up there?"
"Nothing. Hold on, I am headed down."
I found my mother in the living room sitting on the couch. She looked to be cutting her nails, something of a weekly ritual for her. My mother worked as an overnight nurse at the local hospital. She worked as many hours as she could, which is how I got so much free time. When my father had left us, my mother had decided that our standard of living wouldn't change. As such, it made me pretty social and gave me a lot of freedom.
"What's up?"
"Have you heard from Katie?"
"No, why?"
"No reason, just thought she would give you a call. Ran into her at the hospital today, she was asking about you."
That was weird. Though, Katie and I had a history. She babysat me a lot when I was younger and she was twenty-one now. What made it weird is that Katie had my number. She could just call instead of asking my mom about me. We had enough history for her to just reach out to me. Especially being that Katie ushered me out of my virginity.
"I wonder why?"
"I've always thought she and a crush on you."
"Too bad for her."
"Already got a girl?"
"Nope," I said, before turning away and heading into the kitchen. There was no need to concern my mother with my love life. Would rather avoid the awkwardness. I poured myself a glass of orange juice before turning to look at my mother. She and stood up and was wearing her scrubs.
"Working tonight?"
She looked down.
"Yeah, a shift opened up. I volunteered."
