I wanted to create a series in a fictitious town spanning through the decades that have reoccurring characters. My first decade had to be the ’60’s. I tackled Hansel & Gretel first. Instead of them being siblings, they are lovers. Along with that, I wanted a villain to span through all the books in some way. Thus I created the Lycans which are a form of werewolves. They are bipedal instead of four-legged ones. Their minions are the true wolves. I originally wanted to write one of these a month but life got the better of me. Still, I have the decades mapped out and just need that illusive thing called time.
Enjoy the first chapter!
Spring of 1966
“Don’t be such a drag, John.” Susan snaked her french fry through the ketchup before sucking it off. Her companion scowled. “It’s not the only college in the world, you know.” She bit into her fry before mashing it into the ketchup again.
“Will you stop double-dipping?” John grabbed the ketchup bottle and shook out another portion.
“What?” She grinned. “Not like we haven’t exchanged bodily fluids in one fashion or the other.” She swirled her finger in the new glob on the plate. Her tongue darted out to lap a bit off. If they weren’t in public, she’d be half-tempted to crawl under the table to relieve the stress she noted in his eyes.
“Not cool, Susan.” He shifted in his seat. “You know I’ve got to work at the old man’s shop tonight.”
“Are you on the rag?” She crammed a few more fries in her mouth.
“I’m just freaking out because he’s got me doing this project all by myself. I’m flaking big time.” He ran his fingers through his long locks.
“Well, there’s always the weekend.” She slipped her foot out of her sandal and rested her toes on his crotch.
He lit up. “You don’t have to help out your parents at their party?”
“Nope. I bribed my younger sister into doing it. Her acting classes are really playing off. Besides.” She giggled. “There’s nothing like going all the way under a full moon. One more year in college, and who knows where we end up.”
“Anywhere but Beowulf Hollow.”
The town they’d lived in most of their lives rested between two mountain ranges. With peaks lined with snow well into springtime, a few places would be sheltered enough to have a sensuous gathering with their friends.
“Am I picking this year, or are you?” She enjoyed the fire in his eyes at her question. When they were in their first year of college, they’d gone to a swingers’ party on spring break out of curiosity. After a few bottles of whiskey and a few joints, each one of them ended up in the arms of other lovers. The next party they were invited to, Susan had her first threesome while John watched. Thanks to the experimentation, Susan found pleasures in both male and female partners. John had encouraged her to explore as much as she wanted. She half suspected he enjoyed making love to her while she was exhausted from her other partners. His want for control never left her feeling unsatisfied.
“How about you select and I pick?”
“A change-up?” She grinned. “I like it. Now get to work.” She pulled the plate toward her. “And I’ll work up my appetite. Pick me up at six.”
“You got it, baby.” He grabbed the back of her neck and drew her in for a kiss. Their tongues played briefly but delved no further. Most of the town knew they were dating. How far they had gone remained between them and the other swingers. The town of Beowulf Hollow was too small, and her prudish parents would never let them leave the house or see each other again if they knew the extent of their relationship. Their ideals were stuck in the fifties.
Susan watched him go, wicked thoughts playing in her head. The liberation of her sexual identity shook her to the core. A couple of families had moved into the area and invited her and John to their cabin in the woods. Normally she wouldn’t have been able to go, but her parents had gone on vacation and left her in charge of her little sister. Judy was bribed easily and went to bed early with explicit instructions not to allow her boyfriend in the house. Susan had several Polaroid shots of her little sister letting her latest boyfriend slip his hand under her sweater. If their parents saw that, she’d be in a nunnery before sundown.
The bonfire had been Susan’s first experience with mushrooms. She’d never seen parents so hip to the changing world. For the most part, they’d left them alone as the fire blazed in the pit. She’d shared her first kiss with John that night and a lot more, just stopping short of penetration. If she hadn’t feared pregnancy, John would have popped her cherry that night. John might stress out about his father, but he was the one reason Susan had a cervical cup. Her parents were squares, as he put it, and youth shouldn’t be wasted on sheltering yourself from the world.
She blinked out of her reminiscing as the pleasant odor of English Leather tickled her nose. David slid into the booth. “Hey, man. What’s shaking?”
“Just getting a head count.”
David wore his black hair short in the back and long in the front. Most times, he styled it in a pompadour. She enjoyed John’s long dirty blond locks, but something in David’s grey eyes made her pussy wet and ready. He was the first man she’d ridden besides John. His cock hit all the right spots, making her come quickly. Even with the experience, John was the one who held her heart. Their lovemaking went beyond a pleasurable fuck.
“Well, you know I’ll be there, and John too. Wouldn’t miss it.” She toyed with a fry at the edge of her mouth. Those eyes of his hardened her nipples. Something deep inside urged her to crawl under the table and suck him off until she tasted his cum. She glanced away, the heat in her cheeks red hot. How could she think of sexual play without John a part of it? Or smack dab in the middle of Beowulf Hollow?
“Cool.” His fingers brushed hers. “Can’t wait to see you … both.” His departure did nothing to quell her carnal lust.
The waitress, Janis Flannigan, came over and Susan covered herself. Not one to wear a bra, her arousal was obvious.
“All finished, sweetie?”
“Yeah.” She nodded. Her gaze stayed locked on the table. The waitress lingered, not touching the plate.
“Stay away from those MacGowan boys, Susan.”
Her head jerked up. Janis’s perky demeanor had soured into a stern look.
“I’m going steady with John Hansel, not that it’s any of your business.” She rolled her eyes. “I gotta book.” She inched toward the end of the booth but Janis blocked her way.
“There’s a history in this town that you free-loving freaks just chalk up as scary bedtime stories.” She leaned closer. “But I’m here to tell you they’re real, and if you don’t stay away from that whole MacGowan family, you’re going to bite off more than you can chew.”
“Leave the scary stories for your own kids.”
Janis slammed her palm down on the table. “You don’t think I know what you kids are up to? That clearing is off limits. The sheriff didn’t put a ‘no trespassing’ sign up for little shits like you to ignore it.”
Susan inched to the back of the booth and away from Janis as the waitress snatched up the plate. One last scowl and she left the table. A cool bead of sweat rolled down between Susan’s breasts.
Tossing some loose change on the table, she hurried out of the diner. What would it take for her to leave this town? College wouldn’t do it for her, she realized. Her major would land her straight smack dab in the middle of town. She should have never consulted her mother on her courses. Was that really what she wanted out of life? To be a glorified secretary wearing a business suit, helping the man in City Hall? It would take a miracle to get out of this hell and circle of a community she never connected with.
She breathed in the light spring air of the mountain valley, the one element she adored about living here.
Beowulf Hollow never did care when strangers moved into town, even if they supported the community. Unless you married into an established family, you were labeled an outsider. Janis ostracizing her was only the beginning. If her parents caught wind of her meeting up with someone other than John at the diner, she’d never leave Beowulf Hollow—or her room—again.
Sure, she’d heard the stories Janis alluded to numerous times. Witches were a myth started back in Salem to rout out the undesirables in that day and age. Their version of shunning, which ended in death––and a scare tactic to make villagers conform to staunch religious beliefs. And werewolves? Just something out of a Universal monster flick. The only thing missing from those tales were the blood suckers and Dr. Frankenstein. Her mother started weaving her scary stories when she wouldn’t go to sleep as a child. It morphed into what would happen to her if she had premarital sex. Susan had survived that curse numerous times so far.
Her hometown needed to come out of the Dark Ages.
Across the street, leaning against the side of the post office, David winked at her. She quickened her steps. Something about that man caused her heart to thunder. Giving in to the urges building inside her would be breaking the promise she had with John. Their free lifestyle didn’t cross the line of sleeping with someone without the other’s presence or consent.
She walked faster and hurried home. All the while, she felt the hot breath of David nipping at her neck.