Bear Flesh Delights

Amelia smirked. “What about mountain men?” she wanted to know. “Aren’t they pretty much just musclebound guys with below average intelligence?”

“You don’t know much about mountain men, do you?” Judy laughed. “They’re not all like that. Sure, they all have bulging muscles since they work jobs that require you to use them, but there’s plenty of them who also took the time to study, too. And believe me, you need to have at least half a brain to know where to cut the tree if you don’t want it to fall the wrong direction. Also, you need to know where the animals are going to hide if you want to trap or hunt them. Granted they don’t waste a lot of time on Socrates or Aristotle, but they’re plenty smart about what really matters.”

“Well, it sounds like your mind is set on having one, that’s for sure,” Amelia chuckled.

“So, what are you doing tomorrow?” Judy asked her then. “The way I figure it, you’re up here to get your feet wet, so to speak, right? So tomorrow, we go down to the lake and get you wet literally. It’s about a five minute walk down, but I’m sure you’ll enjoy yourself. Just remember to stick to the trail and I’ll meet you down by the docks at ten. Don’t be late, okay? We’re getting a boat.”

“Oh, I’m not sure I want to go tomorrow,” Amelia said. “I’ve still got a lot of cleaning to do, and I wanted to start the first chapter on my book.”

“Don’t be a stick in the mud,” Judy complained. “The housework isn’t going anywhere, and neither is your book. Write that thing at night and have fun in the sunshine. You only get to live once.”

“You know what, you’re right,” Amelia said with a nod. “I’ve been living my life under a rock, and I came out here to change that. What good would it have done to come out here if I just keep right on doing the same thing I was doing already?”

“No good at all,” Judy chuckled. “Now, what are you going to wear? I’ll help you bring in all this stuff and we can sort out your clothes and put them away. If you intend to be social, the first thing you need to organize is your clothes.”

“Well, that’s true,” Amelia agreed. “But don’t you think we should put away the food first?”

Judy chuckled. “Of course we should,” she told her, and they did.

After the food was properly stored they went into the little bedroom Amelia had chosen to use and tossed every piece of luggage right in the middle of the bed. One bag, a smaller one, was filled with nothing but her undergarments, and Amelia snatched at it as Judy opened it up.

“You don’t really need to look at those,” she said with a blush.

“Apparently I do,” Judy told her. “Where did you get these panties, your grandmother?”

“They’re not that bad,” Amelia protested.

“Lucky for you we shopped before we came out here, and you and I look like we’re about the same size,” Judy commented dryly. “I’ll give you some of mine. Consider it a contribution to your future. It’s only obvious what you’ve done with the past, but there’s still time to rescue you from your demise.”

“Judy, come on,” she protested.

“Amelia, look at you,” she said. “Dowdy clothes and granny panties? Have you ever even had a man at all?”

“Um, sure,” she said, blushing even more. “Maybe once or twice.”

“You’re not even sure if it was once or twice?” she laughed. “Girl, we have got to get you a man. A nice, bulky, really hot mountain man—preferably one who likes more than just missionary style so you can find out how the other half lives.”

“Judy!” Amelia gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. But even though she was completely scandalized, she knew that her new friend was right.

She was deplorable when it came to men. She’d only ever been with her high school sweetheart, and they were only intimate twice. After that, it was all just about dating—getting to know the guys.

But guys these days expected s*x. Obviously, since Sam didn’t get s*x from Amelia he didn’t consider her anything but a friend, and he’d gotten s*x somewhere else. She could take away a valuable lesson from that, and stop being such a prude.

Sure, her parents raised her to be a ‘good girl’, but that was like sentencing her to be single forever. If she wanted a chance at happiness, she needed to get with the modern times.

“Here you are,” said Judy as she laid out the swimsuit and cover Amelia had bought for the trip. “The one ensemble that you should wear tomorrow. This ought to attract some guys. Come down to the beach at ten. Have a good night.”

“Thanks, Judy, you’ve been a real help,” Amelia said, and gave her a hug good-bye.