SAMANTHA'S POV
"Let's skinny dip!!" Amanda squealed while taking off her clothes.
The water was the perfect kind of cold—the kind that makes you gasp, then laugh, then forget about everything else.
"I still can't believe this is the last time," I said, floating on my back. The sky was endlessly blue. "I'm going to be a married woman soon, to a strong warrior wolf. I can't believe this."
"The last time for swimming like a free fish," Lisa called out, dunking under and coming up with her hair plastered to her face. "After Saturday, you'll be swimming in silks and satins."
A chorus of giggles rose from the group. Amanda floated closest to me, a small, knowing smile on her lips.
"Speaking of satins," she began, her voice sweet. "Have they finally decided on the ivory gown, or the one with the pearl threads?"
I groaned, splashing water gently. "The wedding planner is insisting on both. One for the ceremony, one for the feast. I told her I'd sweat to death, but she just waved a fan at me and said 'Radiance is worth a little discomfort.'"
"And your hair?" pressed Mary, swimming closer. "Up or down?"
"Up. So high I might bump into doorways. With the family diamond tiara. It weighs more than my little dog, I swear."
We all laughed. The water seemed to listen, curling around us. Everything seemed….magical.
"But the prince is handsome," Lisa sighed, a dreamy look on her face. "I saw his portrait. Those eyes!"
"Handsome is fine," I said, though my stomach did a little flip. "I just wish I knew if he laughs at jokes. Or if he prefers horses to hounds. The portraits never say that."
"He'll be perfect," Amanda said smoothly. Her eyes scanned the rocky bank of the cove, lingering on a particular shadowed spot. "The water will wash you fair, the sun will give you a glow, and you'll be the most radiant bride the kingdom has ever seen."
"If my mother has her way, I'll be rinsed in rosewater, rubbed with scented oils, and powdered with crushed pearl dust until I gleam in the dark," I joked.
"The feast smells will be divine," Mary said, closing her eyes. "Roasted honey quail, spiced wine, those little berry tarts…"
"And you'll dance the first dance," Lisa added. "And he'll hold you, and everyone will watch, and it will be like a story."
The talk swirled around me—perfumes, flowers, the cut of the prince's jacket. It was a whirlwind of pretty, exciting things that somehow felt like they were happening to someone else. My friends' voices were happy, but beneath it, I heard the same nervous thrill I felt. Our lives were changing. Mine was just changing the most, and the fastest.
Amanda, I and my mother ran away from our former pack once I turned 18. The pack was filled with bullies, bizarre rules and….it was a whole lot!!
Amanda was my best friend. So she meant a whole lot to me.
Growing in this new pack and even getting married to a werewolf prince was the highlight of my life.
For thirty minutes, the conversation spun like this, from my wedding slippers to my mother's increasingly frantic plans. All the while, Amanda kept steering the talk back to me, to the magic of the day, to how transformed I would be.
"It's all so much," I finally said, shaking my head. "Sometimes I wish I could just… pause it all. Hide for a day."
Amanda's eyes lit up. "Maybe you can. There's a tradition here, you know. At this very cove."
"What tradition?" I asked, paddling to stay afloat.
"An old one. From before our grandparents' time. They say the river doesn't just wash you clean. It can grant a bit of luck. For a bride, especially." Her voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "There's a special place, at the far end of every cove. Where the oldest rock sits. A maiden who kisses it on the eve of her wedding is blessed with a loyal heart and a joyful life."
"Every cove?" I asked. "What if this one doesn't have it?"
"It should," Amanda replied.
"A rock?" Lisa giggled. "You want Sam to kiss a rock?"
"Not just any rock," Amanda said, her gaze steady on me. "It's shaped almost like a man, if you squint. They call it the River Guardian. My grandmother told me the story about why the gods placed it in every river. It's supposed to be good luck."
I felt a tingle of curiosity, mixed with unease. The far end of the cove was darker, shaded by overhanging cliffs. The cheerful laughter of my friends seemed muffled there.
"I don't know, Amanda…"
"Oh, come on, Sam! It's the perfect prank!" Amanda urged, her smile wide. "The majestic princess, kissing a mossy old rock for luck! We'll all laugh about it at your wedding feast. It'll be our secret. Don't you want a little secret luck?"
The others started to chime in. "Do it, Sam!"
"Let this be sort of a bachelorette!! After all, there's no man here!"
"We dare you!"
Their laughter pushed me. It was silly. Just a rock. A silly, superstitious prank for one last adventure as a carefree girl.
"Alright, alright," I said, giving in. "Show me this lucky rock."
Amanda swam ahead with swift, sure strokes. I followed, the water growing colder as we left the sunny shallows. The sounds of my other friends faded behind us, replaced by the drip of water from the cliffs and the hollow echo of the cove.
"Where are you taking me?" I called out, my voice bouncing back at me. "It's gloomy back here."
"Just a little further!" she called back. "See? There."
We reached a small, secluded beach of dark pebbles. And there, half in the water, half on the shore, was a large, dark grey boulder. It did have a strange shape—broad at the base like shoulders, tapering up. With the shadows and the moss, you could almost imagine a still, silent form sitting in repose.
I waded out, the pebbles sharp under my feet. A chill that had nothing to do with the water went up my spine.
"It just looks like a rock, Amanda."
"It's the one," she insisted, staying waist-deep in the water. Her face was in shadow. "Go on. A quick kiss, for luck."
I stepped closer. The rock was cool and rough under my fingertips. I felt profoundly foolish. "This is ridiculous," I muttered, but I leaned in, closing my eyes, planning to just brush it with my lips.
My lips touched cold, wet stone.
For a heartbeat, nothing.
Amanda then began to twitch. She was acting really funny. There was something sinister in her eyes. I just couldn't point it out.
"Sam…you know you sleep with another man ever again in life. So you can proceed to have fun with the statue."
"Fun?" I questioned. "What kind of fun are you talking about?"
Amanda walked to the statue and held it's penis.
It was the perfect penis size. Seven inches, thick girth, veiny illustrations made from stone and two rock hard balls beneath it.
My mouth watered. I would love to taste what stone balls were like.
"Remove your clothes," Amanda teased. Coming up to me and rubbing my nipples. "Won't you love to take a taste of this dick?"
The lizard stature was crouched. It was like a lizard sitting on top of a rock with it's dick– rigid, hard and pointing to the sky.
My pussy began to water.
Obviously, I wasn't a virgin. I needed this fun.
Amanda's hands then moved to my shoulders. She took off my clothes, revealing my luscious round and soft boobs to the world.
She also turned me around, burying her face in my boobs and sucking the hell out of it!!
I was dripping!! Her other hands went into my sweet folds, pressing my clitoris and rubbing against them aggressively.
Amanda and I had never had sex before, but we'd kissed countless times.
She always promised she would be my fuck-buddy when we got married. In case I was bored of my husband.
In a flipping of a book, my clothes were on the floor and….something happened. The lizard penis shrinked!!! It shrunk to the size of a baby's finger. Could it tell I was a virgin?
Anyways, I shamelessly hopped on the lizard stone penis.
I would not necessarily call it losing my virginity because the lizard's stone penis was little. I barely felt anything.
Amanda helped me settle because she could notice my uneasiness.
"There…bunny. Slowly. Maybe when you're done, I can take my turn," Amanda mused as she patted my back, helping me to settle on the lizard's penis.
I forced myself to sit on it properly, fearing that someone would catch us. I didn't want my groom to think I had been cheating.
Slowly, I began to move up and down, bopping on the penis. It was quite sweeter than any he-wolf's finger I had tasted.
"You love it?" Amanda asked. "Squatting and fingering herself. Rubbing her clitoris and pinching my nipples with her drenched fingers.
Gosh. I wished this was a real man, I would've asked him to fuck Amanda so hard while I watched. This was bliss. I loved this!
"I'm almost there… I'm coming," I groaned beautifully. I was loving every bit. Was there sugar sprinkles on this stony penis?
Why did this taste so good?
Then, before my very eyes…..the stone moved.