This is an account of the expected relationship between a young human male and his female were. Although the type of werewolf is special, in this story, the male himself really thinks and acts in an expected manner, being precicesly what females hope they get if they must have a mate that is not of the packs.

I had just woken up in 4th period and was stumbling my way to the lunch line. I'm sure I had bed-head, and not that artfully tousled crap. Didn't care, as not one person here was worried about me looking good.

I mean, I've been told by a couple of female friends that I was good looking enough to become a player. I'd believe them more if they thought I was irresistible enough to prove it, but no, not a one ever offered to do me. So, I seriously think they're telling me little fibs to make me feel better, to butter me up. So I never think to fix my hair as I stumble across to the chow line.

I felt a jolt as something passed through me as I nearly tripped over this little slip of a female. (I'm just shy of 6'4". I think I look like a scarecrow.) Honestly, she could afford to eat a sammich or two. I muttered "sorry", then tried to stumble into the line.

She grabbed my hand and tugged it, telling me "come on".

That surprised me. I was now fully awake, but curious to see what the girl would do, so I let her drag me out underneath the bleachers.

I don't know about other schools, but the bleachers in our gym were a permanent fixture, and were called Makeout Alley--its not an alley. I was lead to the furthest corner, where it was dark. She tugged me down to her level and started us on this furious make out session.

Eventually she came up for air and my mouth found other uses. I barely heard her say, "Take off your pants."

Who was I to say no to that?

And so I lost my virginity underneath the bleachers.

It didn't take long. What guy lasts forever his first time?

She didn't let me pull away, just gave me a second to catch my breath, did this cute little wiggle on my limp cock, and I was harder than the first time, if possible.

This time we go at it until lunch is over and we can hear 5th period PE start. This time I had to muffle her cries as she got off with my own mouth. Shit, that sent me over the edge, again. She returned the favor. Then we got redressed and stumbled out from there to an empty gym. Probably everyone was getting dressed as it was at the end of class.

"So, you want to do this again some time?" I said it jokingly, as we left. Not that I wouldn't want to, but this was kind of out of nowhere, and I had no experience.

"Only of we're exclusive."

"How old are you?"

"17."

I was thinking that she was most likely a Junior, and as this was my Senior year, at least I could publicly date her. I was very relieved that I wasn't dealing with some 15 year old jailbait. And guys often forget to ask how old girls are. I forgot because I had just turned 18, and the week before every girl in school was legal for me to date. Our state laws allow a 17 year old to date someone who is 15, but one week later and I'm a predator if I try anything. A lot of guys don't know the law until they're already in trouble. It's really hard to think about protecting yourself as a legal adult when you still have to answer to your parents...but it is necessary. I was damned lucky.

I at least checked once my head was screwed on straight. Just a sign of my inexperience. Never thought a girl would lead me around by the...well...

But I was hungry for more of her, and I bargained, "Ok, but only on 1 condition. We do this every day, and I'll be exclusive for life, no matter what."

"You drive?"

"Yeah..."

"Good, you can bring me home, and we'll work out the time to do that, every day."

"I'll meet you back here?"

"Sure."

Then I went on with the rest of my day...and girls started noticing me. Hadn't happened before, so I brushed it off. Besides, only one girl had my attention, right then.

~~~

I went straight to the gym after classes, and waited on her. After about 10 minutes of waiting, I was sure that she ditched me, so I started to walk off to my locker.

"Wait!"

I wasn't used to her voice, yet, so I almost didn't turn back, but it was compelling, almost musical. I turned to catching her jogging towards me. She was so short and slim--I had the thought that she'd be adorable in fairy wings, kind of like Tinker Bell. (My kid sister watched all things fairy, drove me nuts.)

Dad used to talk about how guys in high school would be obsessed with breasts, but by college, they're all ass men. I somehow bypassed all that and went straight to pixie in one moment. Thinking back, I really didn't have a preference in girls because I never really chased them--I didn't feed a taste to force me to go after one type or another.

Anyway, she threw her little self at me. I found myself laughing as I caught her under her legs--the girl could jump. I didn't really notice at the time as I was caught up in the moment, but people who were otherwise escaping school were noticing us.

We were driving around, making our way towards her home, and she chattered away nonstop. Every once in a while, she'd point out a place to park for some alone time...I was tempted to pull over every time. It didn't help that she was tracing a pattern out on my knee as she snuggled into my side.

I wondered if she knew what she was doing to me. It built anticipation without promise.

Eventually we made it onto this long, winding private road, and it passed by this lake.

"Pull over."

I was quick to do so, and she practically bounced out my truck and dragged me off to the water, stripping as she went. This was not a strip to the undies moment, she went fully bare, smirked at me before diving in.

I couldn't think of a reason to be any less cautious, so I was in right behind her. She swam like a fish, was really hands on, if you get my meaning. By the time I adjusted to the water's temperature, I was more than ready to repeat what we did earlier that day--that and I could see her, this time.

Did you know a woman often faintly flushes when she's close to climaxing? It explains the biology of why we find makeup such as blush somewhat attractive and why porngasms are so fake. I've never seen anything more beautiful in my life. In one aimless day at school, I met my lifelong obsession. I may had been making jokes aiming towards making us a forever item, but it wasn't a joke anymore. I knew what I wanted, and it centered around a pixie.

~~~

"My great-great-grandpa dug this little lake out before bulldozers were common. He started it, expecting to place the great house, here, but found the underground spring near the end of his original plans. Instead of being stubborn and building here anyway, he decided to build the great house further in, and lined the whole thing with limestone gravel, to preserve the clarity. No section of this is deeper than 14 feet, and much of the east side is shallow enough for little ones."

"So, why was it empty today, if it's made so appealing?"

"I called my dad and asked him to clear everyone out for a few hours. Everyone who wanted to be here, today, should be coming back any minute. We need to go on towards the great house."

Now, I was getting nervous. It didn't just sound like a casual drive, not with a call to her father. I couldn't be meeting the parents this early...could I?

~~~

We entered through the front door of what looked like a mansion from a completely different era. Ballrooms, grand dining halls, kitchen built off on its own extension (to stop setting the rooms above the kitchen on fire), tall, narrow bedrooms with oddball bathrooms retroactively fitted in.

"How many rooms?" I asked this idly, in an old-fashioned grand foyer.

"4 floors and a basement...hrm, maybe 200? Most are bedrooms and bathrooms. Only 12 are common rooms."

"I..."

"Jane, come here." A man leaned out a door that was off to the side of the entrance--an office, I guess.

But I wasn't called for, so she shrugged at me and whispered, "I'll be back".

It wasn't long before some other girl wandered in--vaguely familiar. Her nose crinkled for a second, then she gave me a smile. "Well, hello there. Would you like a tour of the house?"

"Nah...I'm, ah, waiting on someone."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Relax, its not like I've invited you to tour to my bedroom."

I just shook my head.

So she leaned in closer, damn near brushing her lips against my cheek. "Besides, you just met her and you stink of sex. You'd be too easy to get in my bed."

"Lee, step back from the boy." The same man was leaning in the doorway of his office.

I didn't notice I had my hands balled into fists. Got to remember, I never got attention like this before, and I honestly didn't know what to do with it, especially since my world was drastically different in a few short hours.

"Come on in, son."

I stepped into the space rather awkwardly--for several reasons. First, the room was so small that it felt minuscule, and this man already loomed over the space. Second, in spite of my Jane being a pixie, she looked so much like this burly monster in front of me.