Life

*****

He woke up and reached for his cell phone to see the time, but it was turned off. He turned it on, and rolled out of his bed. As he stood and stretched, he could tell he was different. He went to the hall mirror and saw a person in the reflection that he didn't recognize. His face had slimmed out and he smiled at himself, and he could still tell it was him under the new body. He looked down at his body and realized that his stomach was gone. He lifted his shirt and was amazed to see a six-pack staring at him. He removed the shirt all the way and saw that his body had been completely transformed. He looked like a runner. He had great muscle definition as he flexed his muscles and admired them. 'I can definitely do something with this.' He thought to himself.

A thought struck his head and he walked into the computer room and turned his computer on. He saw on the computer clock that it was only 9:03 pm. He went to Google.com and searched for fight clubs in Hampton VA. He and Herbie had talked about how one had started. He found the website and saw that they were meeting at 10. He checked the address and saw they were meeting at a park near Lynnhaven. He grabbed his cell phone and then, called a cab. It showed up 20 minutes later. He arrived at the location with a few minutes to spare.

He saw that a crowd had gathered, and he saw that there was no sign in spot. He walked to the circle and saw two guys going at it. It was brutal, with teeth and hair flying, mixed with blood and sweat, Rashad could feel the beast inside him awaken. He wanted to be a part of this.

The fight ended a few minutes later and the next two combatants came out. It went like this for the next hour as new fighters came from the crowd. Finally a lone fighter came out. He was huge, at least 6'7" and looked to be 350 lbs. of muscle. No one voluntarily stepped from the crowd to fight this behemoth, so Rashad did. As he did, the referee/announcer stepped up to him. Rashad looked at him and almost laughed. He was a small man with a balding head and a thick mustache. He reminded Rashad of Gene Okerlund from the old WWF.

"Alright son, you know that this is a fight till one of you can't stand? Winner gets $350.00" he said in a voice that showed he had been smoking for a long time. Rashad nodded and walked up to the fighter and just stared at him in the eyes. The big man smiled and showed he was missing his front three teeth.

"You're going to bleed little man." He said with a smile. Rashad just smiled, showing he had all his teeth and just stood there. The announcer signaled for the fight to begin and the big guy launched a punch right for Rashad's head, but it never connected. Rashad saw the blow coming in and stepped to the left avoiding the shot. He drove his fist into the man's stomach and he swore he could feel the man's spine. The man fell to his knees trying to catch his breath; Rashad turned and hit the man across the face with his left hand. The crack of the man's jaw made a distinctive sound in the night air; he fell to the ground not moving, but still breathing.

The crowd stood in awed silence as Rashad walked up to the announcer with his hand out to receive his money. The announcer looked at him, then to the man on the ground, and back to him. He had a little smile on his face as he handed the money to Rashad.

"How would you like to earn more than you can in these little fights? I know some people that would pay you $2,000.00 for what you just did, and it's steady. 2 flights a week at 2 G's per fight if you win, what do you say?" The man said to Rashad. Rashad sat there and thought about it for a second and then turned to the man with his hand out and agreed. The man said his name was Reginald and gave Rashad his number and he took Rashad's. He said he would call him the next day with details.

Rashad called a cab and was heading home when he noticed the voicemails from Samantha on his phone; he told the cab driver her address and then sat back and relaxed. He tried not to think of the week's events. About 45 minutes later they pulled in front of the Bayview Condominiums and as Rashad got out of the car he could smell her. He looked up, and even in the dark, he could see her as clear as day. He smiled and took the stairs 5 at a time till he reached her on the 3rd floor.

*****

Smoke floated in the air around her. Samantha's fingers tapped the wooden railing as she stared out into the trees. Her mind was going a million miles a minute. She was worried about Rashad and even worried about Tracy. Her lips pressed some against the cigarette filter as she looked around. She was dressed in a long white oversized tank top with a jacket over top. Her sweat pants drug the ground around her feet as her shoulder length red hair was left loose. She turned as she sees movement at the steps. Her eyes lit up as she goes to Rashad. Her arms wrapped around him as she pressed her body against him. She could feel the tears forming and threatening to fall.

"I was worried about you." She breathed as her nose pressed into his chest and her arms still held him against her body. "Don't do that again." She begged softly.

******

"I'm sorry; I was having an issue that I had to deal with." Rashad said with a smile as he returned the hug. Her scent washed over him again and he could feel his body responding to her being pressed so tightly to him. He tried to fight the urges, but soon the same power that transformed him into this new person was taking control of his animal urges. Their lips met and melted into each other's as their bodies crashed into each other. They devoured each other's mouths with hungry passion. Their desires spoke for them in the way their tongues danced.

Samantha pulled back first, without saying a word she put her cigarette out, grabbed his hand and walked back inside the Condo. She locked the door and pulled him into her bedroom. When they entered she locked the door behind them and then returned to the kiss they had started out front.

His lips left hers and he left a trail of kisses on the way to her neck. He took off her jacket and the tank top and tossed them on the floor while she removed his shirt revealing his completed body and all its hardness. She looked admiringly on his body. He began kissing her neck again, Samantha whimpered and her eyelids fluttered when he found her favorite spot to kiss. "I need you inside me."

Rashad didn't say a word as he pulled her pants down and she stepped out of them. Her panties fell to her feet and she kicked them away. Their lustful filled gazes caught as he took his shorts and shoes off. She didn't even look down when his erection sprang out at attention.

Samantha stepped up to him and closed her palm around his hard rod. She stroked him gently and his hand found the warm place between her thighs. His fingers trailed along her moist slit before two of his digits slid into her wet hole.

She moaned as her body opened for his probing fingers. "We don't have much time." She used her vixen tone. "You're going to fuck me, I need you inside me."

Rashad groaned from her words and her expert hand smearing his precum along his shaft. "Ride me. I want to watch you." He growled.

She grinned and kissed his lips before letting go of his organ. Samantha immediately mounted him with her knees at his hips. The carpet was soft against her knees.

Rashad held her hips and lowered her body onto his stiff pole. He was swallowed into the heat of her tight pussy. Her head dropped back and her inner animal roared as the desperation she had felt instantly dissipated. She held him deep inside of her, grinding on him. Her bare lips rubbed through his pubic hair.

"Oh god, I've wanted this all day," she groaned.

"Me too," he growled as she began bouncing on him.

He couldn't help but admire her as she rode him. Her eyes stayed on his face, but his absorbed every inch of her body. Her breasts jiggled within the confines of her bra and her hips rolled, digging his rod inside of her with every thrust. Her hands held onto his chest, giving her leverage to ride him even harder.

Her oils leaked out of her, collecting on his pelvis and balls. Wet sloppy sounds of sex filled the air around them as they traded guttural moans of lust, and satisfaction back and forth. The night sky blanketed them with stars. It was chilly inside, but neither of them felt it.

Samantha moaned deeply every time she ravenously impaled herself on his tool. When she rose up, she squeezed her walls tight, feeling the ridge beneath his head slide through her slickness. The friends panted heavily. Her cheeks had flushed red and beads of sweat popped up on her forehead.

"You love your friend's cunt, don't you?" Samantha hissed. "You love how hot and wet I get for you."

"God yes," Rashad growled. "Fuck me."

The pace of her hips slamming into his steadily increased. Her body was on fire, as was her cunt. Her glasses slipped down her nose and she quickly pushed them back up. A few stray whips of her hair had escaped from her back. Rashad reached up and yanked the cups of her bra down. He hastily filled his mitts with her fleshy globes, squeezing them.

The fear of Stephen finding them crept into her mind. Being found would be bad. David couldn't find out about this.

Samantha dropped down, steadying herself with her hands above his shoulders, and kissed him fiercely. Her tongue battled with his as she wrapped her legs under his thighs. She rolled her hips and his rod smeared against every angle of her velvety tunnel. His hands slid around to her ass and he gripped it, digging his fingers into her flesh.

She moaned against his lips, "Harder."

"I want to feel your tits against my chest," Rashad panted. Rashad held her hips and lifted his. He crammed his length into her repeatedly, jarring her body with his thrusts. His thighs rubbed against her thighs.

Their eyes locked as they both groaned out in pleasure. His balls slapped against her ass each time he filled her completely. Her nipples rubbed against his chest, grazing through his chest hair. Their hearts pounded in rapid unison.

Samantha thought that dirty talk would urge his orgasm out of him. "I need your cum in me, Rashad. I need it." She gasped for breath. "Use your cum bucket. Use your filthy friend for your pleasure."

"You'll get it slut," he groaned. "You'll get my seed."

"I want to feel your seed leaking out of me for the rest of the night. I want to keep it all and have it slowly ooze out and stain my panties, reminding me who I belong to."

"Hell yes." His rod throbbed inside of her squeezing cunt. "You're mine."

"I'm yours, Rashad. I'm your filthy whore." Words flew out of her mouth. She was desperate to feel him empty inside of her, "Your nasty girl, your sex toy."

Rashad loved the filthy names and words that were flying out of her mouth. His release was rapidly approaching. "More," he encouraged her. "Tell me more."

"I'm your slut; you sex doll, your sex pet, and your filthy sex princess." Her words were labored as her own orgasm became inevitable. Her body started to quake in his embrace. "All I ever need is your seed and I'm complete. I don't need anything else in the world."

Rashad felt her walls gripping his dick, milking him, begging him to cum with her. Her muscles tensed under his hands and he shoved every ounce of strength in his body behind his thrusting hips. Their motion was even more urgent now. Carnal bliss was ready to be released.

"Give me your seed," Samantha panted. "You know I want it. You know I'll accept it."

"It's yours, Samantha," he snarled. He could feel the animal beneath his skin desperately clawing its way to the surface, he tried to fight it, but he knew it was coming.

Her lips met his again and she moaned deeply into his mouth. Warmth grew within his loins and flowed out to every inch of his body. Every one of his senses was lit up by her, sight by her body, touch by her skin and her cunt wrapped around him, smell by her aroma, taste from her kiss, and auditory from her filthy words. He never knew sex could be this intense. The new senses he had been granted made this pleasure immeasurable.

Her orgasm began to wash over her, thrumming softly at first, rapidly gaining momentum until the tidal wave crashed, washing away anything but the pleasure that her body craved. Her walls desperately tried to push his rod out of her, constricting so tight. But, he was steadfast and slammed himself completely inside of her. Her body rocked against his as her juices rained down on his pelvis, spurting out around his erection.

Her suckling walls brought him to the edge. His rod throbbed hard, in tempo with the pulses of her cunt. His skin was on fire as his orgasm erupted inside of her. Rope after rope of his thick seed shot into her depths, coating her walls with his spunk, and leaving a part of himself inside of her.

Samantha collapsed down on him, holding his shaft inside of her. Both of their sex organs ticked and twitched while they took a moment to calm down. He caressed her back.

*****

"What are we going to do?" She whispered to him. Her mind was going a million miles a minute at the thought of David coming home or Stephen coming in and finding him with her like this. She pulled up from his chest feeling his loin slip from her flesh as a soft moan came from her throat. Her cheeks flushed as he sat up on his elbows watching her. She picked up her tank top and slips it on as she steps out of the bedroom into the bathroom closing the door behind her. Her lips pressed some as she picks up a wash cloth and wipes down her sticky flesh. Her fingers slipped over her stomach. "At least I haven't been able to have kids." She says gently washing out the wash cloth.

She takes it back into the bedroom and kneels before him. Her fingers move with ease over his flesh as his eyes watch her clean him. "The full moon is this Saturday. Your first change will come. What are you going to do? This is the city, Rashad. You can't change in front of humans and run around through the city like that. Your change will bring out your animal." She said softly. His fingers slid under her chin lifting her eyes to him.

"Everything will be okay. I have an idea of where to go. I won't hurt anyone there." He said as he watched her eyes. She smiled some and leaned towards him kissing his lips gently. His arm drew her against him again but she pushed him back.

"Let me clean you up." She said as he watches her. Even in the tank top he could see the tips of her nipples protruding from her supple breasts through the material. They jiggled and wiggled as her hands moved and massaged the wash cloth over his manhood. He groans out some as his loin begins to stir to life under her fingers. Her cheeks flushed hotter as she smirks some. "Get dressed you silly male." She said as she got to her feet. Her body turned to go back towards the bathroom but his hand grabbed the back of her tank top showing her rosy butt to his eyes. He moved towards her as his hands took both sides of her hips. She gasps and tries to stay on her feet as he pulls on her.

"I've wanted to do this." He breathed. His nose slid along her backside as she giggles. A gasp comes from her throat as his tongue darts up and slips between the moist lips of her womb. Her hands grab at his hands as her body wiggles and she tries to escape. Her knees tremble before she manages to break free and slip out of the bedroom back into the bathroom. She giggles softly and trembles some as her eyes go to her reflection in the mirror. She was moist and hungry for another touch of him.

"This is so crazy and amazing." She breathed out softly. She washes out the wash cloth and goes back in to her room closing the door behind her. When she turns around, she realizes that he isn't in the room, neither is his clothes. She goes out into the living room and notices that the front door is shut, but the dead bolt is unlocked. 'He left.' She thought.

*****

'What the hell are you doing?' Rashad thought to himself as Samantha went back into the bathroom. He got up, put his clothes back on and snuck past the bathroom and out the front door. He leapt over the banister and dropped the 3 stories to the ground. He landed as easily as stepping off of step and ran to the street. He began walking down Chesapeake Blvd, aimlessly, while thinking to himself. He couldn't believe he had gone that far with Samantha. He had wanted to, in his dreams, but never in real life.

When he came back to, he realized that he was on Military Hwy. He continued down until he saw the Econo Lodge. He walked in to the main office and spoke with the night attendant.

"Hey, I need a room for a week." He said to the girl behind the counter. She looked to be 22 with short blonde hair and a cute, not quite pretty face. She was thin but still somewhat attractive. When she saw Rashad, a smile appeared on her face and she seemed to stand up a little taller. Her name tag said 'Michelle' on it.

She checked her computer while stealing glances at Rashad wearing his swim trunks and a loose fitting shirt. "We have a room with a King Size bed in it for $49.00 a night, will that do?"

"Yeah, that would work. I just need it till the 3rd of next month." He said to her, returning her smile. 'Is it me, or is she checking me out?' he thought to himself. He pulled out $300.00 and handed it to the girl and she gave him his change. She handed him the key and told him where the room was. He smiled at her and then turned and left the office.

He found his room and smiled, it was a typical hotel room, Bed in the middle with a dresser and TV on it at the end, a little kitchenette to the side and the bathroom around the corner. It was all he needed while he figured out what was going on in his life, and what he could do about it He glanced at his phone and saw that he still had ¾'s of a battery left. 'Have to stop by the house and grab my charger' he thought to himself as he laid it next to the TV with the ringer off. He checked the clock next to the bed and saw that it was 2:30 am. He lied down in bed and within moments, he was asleep.

*****

Samantha frowned hard. He hadn't said anything. She didn't even hear him pass by the bathroom. Her fingers slid through her red locks as she slumped down against the bed, her body lay on her side as she stared at a scuff mark on the wall.

"You really screwed up this time, Samantha. David will not forgive you. Maybe it is time to leave again. I have to tell him. He always said to be open about everything that happens. He will not trust me again. I'm screwed." The tears slipped over her cheeks and to the bed as she curled up into a ball some. She wipes her nose on the blanket under her as she shakes her head. "No. I will keep it quiet. I can't tell him." She whispered. She brings her phone to her ear and listens to it ring and ring as she tried to reach Rashad. The phone went to voicemail. "Are you okay? It's just me. I'm sorry. Forgive me." She said gently. She hung up the phone and laid it on the bed and cried herself to sleep curled up into a ball.