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Authors name: Sarah Fox Jahn
Story Title : "Little Red Riding Hood"
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L I T T L E R E D R I D I N G H O O D
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(apologies to the Brothers Grimm)
It was a lovely day in the woods. Sun streamed
down through the vibrant yellow leaves, making the
forest floor into golden lace. Red turned her face up
to look at a woodpecker hammering on an old dead tree.
Almost autumn. In her basket, Red carried bread,
cheese, grapes, and some cured beef for her grandmother.
A white linen napkin covered the wrapped packages,
tucked neatly around it all. The wicker basket hung off
the muscular arm of Red, who was in a hurry to get to
the cottage before dark.
Red was sixteen. And a very sweet sixteen. Long
black curls, dark blue eyes, skin like cream, and a body
that was born to wear Frederick's of Hollywood. Not that
she was aware of her charms. No, Red was a total inno-
cent. Keeping a girl in a forest cabin all her life,
with only occasional forays to her relatives, made her
naive, and vulnerable.
Mmm, vulnerable. Grey eyes tracked Red's pro-
gress along the forest path. The red silk cape billowed
around the lithe figure, the hood tilting back to reveal
a soft pile of curls tied at the back of Red's neck.
Underneath the curls, there was a pale swatch of skin
that was normally covered by Red's hair.
The wolf's mouth watered. She was very hungry.
She started to move. Quietly.
Red looked up again. The sun was starting to
set. The cottage was about an hour away. Her legs felt
good, warmed up from the walking. The path was well-worn
and Red could practically walk it blind-folded. But at
night, the creatures of the woods came out, and she
didn't want to be around to entertain them.
She snaked a hand under the napkin, and unwrap-
ped the grapes. She was getting a bit hungry. She'd been
walking for a couple hours. The purple skin of the grape
popped, and the sweet juice ran over Red's tongue. She
smiled, and chewed a bit. Then stopped. Yes, that had
been a branch breaking.
Nonchalantly, she turned around, not expecting
much. Understandably, she was startled to see a woman
leaning against a thick tree by the side of the path.
"Hello", this woman said.
Red's eyes wandered over her. The stranger was
wearing a man's suit, in a light grey wool. Underneath
was a white oxford, with a perfectly knotted silk satin
tie. Her thick dark brown hair was cut short, long on
top. Her eyes were a light grey that matched the smoke
rising from the slim cigarette in her fingers. Fingers
with trimmed, buffed nails. Tan hard hands. Red swal-
lowed.
The wolf smiled. It was a very nice smile, with
gleaming white teeth.
"Um... hello. Who are you?" Red asked, tighten-
ing her grip in her basket, and taking a tiny step back-
wards.
"You can call me Diana, darling. And your name?"
the wolf asked, raising the cigarette to her lips and
inhaling.
With those cool grey eyes studying her, Red
paused. Wait, that was a question. Oh... yeah.
"Red." Red nervously brushed a curl out of her
eyes, and smiled.
The wolf came forward, and extended her right
hand towards Red.
"Charmed, I'm sure." The wolf bowed, and taking
Red's hand, raised it to her lips. Red watched, aghast,
as the wolf kissed it delicately.
The wolf noted that Red's skin smelled quite
delicious.
"So, my dear Red, where are you off to this
evening?", she asked, straightening up.
"Um... just a family visit."
"Ah! And what do you have in that cute little
basket of yours? It smells wonderful. Beef? Angus beef?"
"No! Well... yes! But it's for my grandmother.
I'm sorry." Red smiled apologetically and turned to go.
"I have to go. It's getting late."
"Oh, well, let me accompany you! This is a
dangerous place at night. Besides, I love to play pro-
tector", the wolf entreated. She stood next to Red, and
offered her arm with another charming grin.
"Really, my radiant Red, I am quite harmless.
You have absolutely nothing to worry about! Come, and
introduce me to your grandmother. We can all spend the
evening together."
Red was silent, then slid her arm around the
wolf's.
"All right, Diana, let's walk together... So
tell me about yourself. Do you have family around these
parts?" Red asked, turning them towards the cottage.
Underneath those calm grey eyes, another warm
smile spread. Why if you only knew, my dear, she
thought.
After a congenial walk, Red was relaxing. Diana
was really nothing to be afraid of. A wonderfully dry
sense of humor. And excellent taste in cologne.
It was now dusk, and the white walls of the
cottage glowed dully in the soft light remaining. The
wooden shutters were open. No candlelight streamed out
to greet them. It was perfectly silent. No smell of
roasting meat or baking bread.
"Grandmother?" Red called out, breaking free
from Diana. She opened the door and looked inside.
The cottage was neat and clean, and the wide
bed was made, the quilt turned up. The hearth had a
few coals glowing in the ashes. Red took a candle off
the mantle and lit the wick. With the candle, she
turned to the table and saw the note resting on it.
Diana came up next to her, and picked it up.
Red's eyes moved over it as Diana read it aloud: "Dear
Red, There was an emergency in town. I had to go tend
to Mrs. Wiggins. She has gone into the labor, and I
expect to spend the night there, and perhaps tomorrow
also. I am sorry I couldn't get word to you in time,
but I had to leave with Mr. Wiggins this afternoon. I
will see you Friday, my dear. Make yourself at home!
The towels are hanging out back. Love, Gram"
"Oh my... Gone to see Mrs. Wiggins...", Red
folded the note's corner over, and looked up at the
wolf.
"Well, she'll be back in a couple days, not to
worry. How about if we eat a little something together
before you go to bed?" Diana asked, crouching in front
of the coals.
"Hmmm. I don't see why not. All right... would
you like some ale?" Red asked, reaching into the cup-
boards to get the cups.
"I'd love some ale." The wolf carefully piled
small firewood on the coals, and blew gently on the
embers.
Tiny orange flames engulfed the sticks, and
wisps of smoke blew up the chimney. Diana arranged a
few slender logs on the flames, and in a few minutes,
she had a hearty fire burning.
She sat back, watching the popping, sizzling
wood. The heat warmed her face. She stood to remove her
jacket and drape it around a chair, as Red handed her
the ale cup.
"Thank you. It is most appreciated." Red watched
as the wolf took a sip, and licked her lips.
"Wonderful." The grey eyes were on her again.
Red wasn't sure what Diana was commenting on,
but the look in Diana's eyes made her jumpy.
Red took a sip of her own, then went past the
wolf to light some more candles.
After placing three fat beeswax candles on the
table, and sitting down, Red glanced at Diana. Diana
was busy turning the logs with the poker, and grumbling
to herself.
Red unpacked the basket, putting the extra food
away. She took down some plates and broke the bread and
cheese into chunks. As she cubed the beef, she studied
the figure in front of her.
Strong shoulders like a man's, and hands like a
man's. Slender waist. Shiny hair that reflected the
orange firelight. Strange. Red had never seen anyone
like her before.
Diana stood up gracefully, and took another
swig of ale.
"Damn good ale." The wolf took a seat opposite
Red, and pulled the plate of food towards her.
"This looks wonderful. Thank you again, Red. I
haven't had food like this in a long time." No, most of
her food had been... well, eaten in a more primitive
fashion.
The wolf looked over Red as they ate. Red ate
neatly, licking her fingers as she went, unconscious of
the effect she was having on her dinner guest.
The candlelight made Red look ethereal. She had
taken off her red cloak. Underneath was a simple flannel
dress, in navy. The deep blue made her eyes look almost
phosphorescent.
Red felt the steady eyes of the wolf on her and
finally looked up.
The wolf bit slowly into a hunk of beef, her
white canines sinking into it, and held Red's gaze.
Red watched Diana chew, then watched as the
wolf caressed the pile of grapes next to her hand.
Diana broke one off, and held it to her lips, neatly
splitting it in half and studiously licking the second
half.
Red felt too warm suddenly. She realized she was
blushing. She looked down to her lap, and rearranged her
napkin. Several times.
During this domestic pause, Red's ears couldn't
help but pick up the soft wet sound of grapes meeting
their demise between the wolf's lips.
"More ale?" Red offered, jumping up, her hand
out to grab Diana's cup.
At a silent nod, Red took it and turned back to
the counter. Uncorking the skin, and lifting it over the
cup, she was horrified to feel her dress rising around
her hips, and warm hands around her waist turning her
around.
"What... Just... Hey!" Red protested, and was
silenced by the wolf's wet mouth on her's.
"Shhhh" the wolf whispered, her mouth on Red's
neck, her hands doing wonderful things between Red's
legs.
"But... I never... Oh please..." Red pushed at
the wolf, pulling her hands away. Her wet fingers.
The wolf backed away, with a very tight smile.
She pulled her shirt out, and slid the knot of her tie
down, and slowly started to unbutton the oxford.
Red stared, unable to move, then she was bolting
for the door. She had her hand on the edge as it was
ripped out of her grasp and brutally slammed shut.
She whipped around, one of her hands brushing
over the wolf's breasts.
"Don't make me chase you. It just makes me ir-
ritable." Red noticed Diana had very sharp canines. Her
grey eyes blazed at Red.
"Please...don't..." Red whispered. She pressed
her back against the door.
"Don't? Don't what?" The wolf advanced, pressing
Red's hands back against the rough wood of the door.
Red could feel her body heat and smell the ale
on her breath. She trembled.
"...don't... hurt me."
"Hurt you?" the wolf laughed. As she laughed,
she took the hem of Red's dress and tore it upwards.
The old fabric easily ripped, and Red turned to hide
herself.
"Oh, stop it." The wolf slapped her hands as Red
cupped them over her breasts.
The wolf tossed the remnants of Red's dress onto
the table, then swiftly maneuvered Red over to the
table. Bending her at the waist, she pushed her face
onto the dress.
"Now hold still. Close your eyes. If I see you
move or open your eyes, it'll be the last time you do
either."
Red closed her eyes, and felt a tear trickle
down to her old flannel. She heard the whisper of
fabric then a clunk. She turned her face sideways, and
saw light through her lids.
Then there was heat right under her ass. She
gasped. The candle flame wavered as she jerked slightly.
A warm hand caressed her thighs, slowly sliding
over the skin, sliding between them to open her up. She
rapidly conceded, feeling the candle heat spreading.
"Very nice. Oh yes. And a bit wet I see." The
wolf held the taper with one hand and with the other,
explored Red.
The fingers withdrew and Red heard wet noises,
and appreciative murmurs.
"A good year."
The candle heat disappeared and Red felt both
of the wolf's hands on her thighs, running up around
the curves of her ass then back around the top of her
thighs. She was spread a bit wider then there was a
pause.
Then Red felt the most intense pleasure she'd
ever experienced in her sixteen years.
The wolf's strong tongue slid over her, while
her fingers slid alternately inside Red, and then up
and down... spreading the divine wetness everywhere.
Red groaned, and gripped the table edges, her
body sliding on the remains of her dress.
"Am I hurting you, my dear?" the wolf paused,
her fingers still working inside Red.
Red tried to vocalize, but all that came out
was a wail.
"I'll take that as a 'no' then."
Red felt her knees weakening. Her hands con-
vulsed around the edge of the table.
Her mouth opened and closed, then opened as
fingers slid under her nose. The wolf annointed her
upper lip with her own wetness then forced the fingers
into Red's mouth.
"How do you like your taste, my dear?" she
asked, as she pressed down on Red's tongue.
"Lick them."
Red complied, her tongue gliding around the
fingers massaging her tongue. As she did so, the wolf
continued to finger her, harder, stroking her to the
same beat she was using in Red's mouth.
"Yes, it feels gooooood, doesn't it..." the
wolf whispered, bending to Red's ear.
Red could only moan.
"Now be a good girl and come for me, Red...
come... come..." she kissed Red's ear, and continued
her chant.
Red sucked convulsively on the wet fingers and
then bucked down against the fingers stroking her, her
body shaking.
The fingers were removed from her mouth, and
the wolf slowly slid her hand away from between Red's
legs. She turned Red over and lifted one of her eyelids.
"You can open them now." She lifted Red up
off the table and walked over to the bed, where she
deposited her on the quilt.
Red lay totally limp, watching as the naked
Diana climbed on top of her.
**
The next morning, there was no grandmother
returning, or the next day. And Red's mother never
heard back from her daughter. A week later, Red's
parents made the trip out to the cottage. All they
found was the tattered remains of Red's cloak and
her navy dress, folded neatly on the bed.
Outside, there were no tracks, and the
devastated parents never saw Red or the grandmother
again. And the trees remained silent, growing over
the cottage, as ivy grew over its windows.
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It’s okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
strangers. But it isn’t okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex
with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it.
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