Excerpt for adults only:
“You,” said Becca, and then she made a weird little noise, “you’ve got,” her voice quivered and I looked at her in concern. Her face was all twisted up. For a second I was worried, and then she let go of another one of those sounds, and I realized she was struggling not to laugh. “You’ve got a were-cock!”
“Oh what the f**k, this just happens and you’re laughing-”
“A were-cock!” Becca gasped, “in the light of the full moon, it hungers for nubile flesh-”
“It’s not funny.”
“Haunting the forests for its chance to strike-”
“Becca.”
“All shall fear its one-eyed gaze-”
I shoved her into the deep water. She went down giggling and came up a minute later, spouting water like a whale. I gestured helplessly at my crotch. “Seriously, what the hell, what’s happening here, what do I do with this?”
Becca grinned at me, all sharp shadows in the white-blue light, and when she stood and the water rolled off her I found myself noticing the way it traced her contours in a way I never had, before. I swallowed hard as I watched a bead of moisture drip from the hard peak of her nipple.
She was moving the same way she always did but now there seemed to be an element of a graceful sway to her hips, a seductive tilt to her chin. Her soaking hair stuck to her body like dark river-weed, painting her in pale and dark stripes. “If you don’t know what to do with a cock, you can’t have had much fun in your life.”
