I've been out of the fanfiction game for awhile. But I was recently going through my computer to transfer files and I came across this. It was finished so I figured I'd post it. Its different from what I normally write. Its still Jake/Nessie, but All Human. It's a little rough, but I figured I'd share anyway. Thank you so much for reading!
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeep.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beeeep.
It was incorporated into my dream, that's why I didn't fucking wake up. And when I finally realized the beeping was not part of the song some stripper was dancing to in my dream, it was already 7:30.
Fuck.
I had to get Sarah up and dressed and fed and then to school. Oh shit! I had to pack a lunch too! Fuck! I leapt out of bed, trying to ignore my morning wood and raced into the kitchen to make Sarah's lunch. Thank god Rachel stocked my kitchen with lunch box friendly stuff. I quickly made her a peanut butter and Jelly sandwich, shoved a package of cookies and a bag of carrots into her Hello Kitty lunch box.
I probably should have woken her up first, but I couldn't wake my 6 year old daughter up with a tent in my pants. Making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich was just as good as taking a cold shower. I flew into Sarah's room while shoving an Eggo in my mouth. "Sarah! Time to get up and go to school!" I said excitedly.
In reality, I was scared shitless. She would be going to a new school today. She didn't have to comfort of her old friends or teacher, everything would be new for her. I mean, I knew she could adjust; she's been through a lot this year and still manages to smile. But I was scared shitless. What if she didn't like it!? I couldn't move us back to the rez! My garage was here and my family was here, her uncle was here! All we had on the rez were Sarah's old friends.
I honestly felt terrible that I had to move her away from everything she knew, but I also knew it wasn't good for her to stay there. Every time she saw the old Clearwater house, she cried.
"I don't want to go!" apparently she had been up before because she replied right away.
"Sweetie, school's gonna be fun! You'll make tons of new friends." I told her, handing her two Eggo Chocolate Chip Waffles. She took them grudgingly and I smiled. "That's my girl. We're running late, sweetie, so pick out your clothes and get ready fast, ok?"
I hopped into the shower and rinsed down for a good minute before throwing on some jeans and a tee shirt. It didn't really matter what I wore to work, I was a mechanic and the boss, so no one could fire me.
Sarah was sitting on the couch in a pink shirt and green pants. Her black hair was sticking out in all directions, I'd finger comb it later. "Ok, Sarah, we gotta go!"
Thank god she decided to be compliant this morning. Sarah definitely took after her mother in the personality department. Sarah did not like to be told what to do. She was polite to adults usually. But she was very resistant to me sometimes. She was headstrong, just like Leah.
Growing up on the rez, I really didn't like Leah. She was…a bitch. She was a few years older than me, a year younger than my sisters, but they were friends nonetheless. She Leah was always around when I was younger. The three of them terrorized Quil, Embry and me all the time.
But when my sisters went off to do whatever the fuck they wanted and Leah decided to stay on the rez, she and I got a little closer. We never dated or anything. She was still reeling from her breakup with the rez's golden boy, Sam Uley. He left her for her cousin. Leah and I would talk and hang out until I decided I needed to leave the rez. Memories of my mom still hung around everywhere and I was sick of working part time at Dowling's.
So I moved to Seattle. Rachel and Rebecca lived there, and a few years after I moved here, my dad decided to move here as well. So I had to go back and help him move. I really didn't keep in contact with anyone who still lived on the rez then. Quil and Embry lived in Seattle too, so I just talked to my dad. Leah and I drifted. But when I helped him move, I ran into Leah at the rez's only bar.
She was miserable; her boyfriend had just dumped her so she was drinking a lot. I wasn't very happy either, I was living in a shitty little apartment in Seattle working at and AutoZone. Didn't have a girlfriend, didn't have much money… So one thing lead to another, and, thanks to all the booze, Leah and I accidentally fucked in the backseat of my shitty car. That was 6 years ago.
Right afterwards, we both agreed it was a mistake and I went back to Seattle and she went back to doing whatever it was she did. With my family and friends all in Seattle, there wasn't a reason for me to go back to the rez. I heard in passing that Sue, Leah's mom, died of breast cancer. I sent her and her brother, Seth, a card with my condolences and that was it.
Two years ago I had enough money saved so I could quit AutoZone and finally open my garage, which was why I wanted to move to Seattle in the first place. So I started up Wolf Motors. It was tough for a while, but I was making it. I was finally able to move into a nicer apartment and get a nice flat screen TV.
I was content with my life as a bachelor. I had money to live comfortably, flexible hours, and lots of ass. I guess something changed in me and I didn't really want a girlfriend anymore. I was perfectly fine with the casual relationships I had.
And then…
Last February I was busy fucking Tara in my office (door locked, of course) when I hear a knock on the door. She seemed a little pissed I pulled out and zipped my pants right away and told her to cover her ass with her skirt. I made sure we were both decent before opening the door.
I was shocked to see none other than Seth Clearwater standing there. Seth and I were never really buddies growing up, he was three years younger than me and ran with the younger crowd. But I was happy to see him nonetheless. "Hey man!" I greeted him cheerfully. I really wasn't that upset that he interrupted my gettin' some. Tara wasn't that great.
He gave me a tight smile. "Its been a while."
"Yeah. Hey, come on in. Tara was just leaving."
She huffed from the couch, "Jaaaake!" she whined, but got up anyway. Seth looked a little appalled when he saw Tara with her fake boobs, fake nose, and fake hair. There was no way Seth could have missed her whore-like moans. She sashayed her way over to me and slid her hands over my hips with a pout on her face. "Call me later? We can finish what we started?"
I smiled walked to my desk. "We'll see. Bye, babe."
She giggled as she left my office. Seth flopped down in one of my chairs. "Your girlfriend?" he asked.
I snorted, "Fuck, no."
Again, Seth looked at me like he was disgusted. "Oh. So this is your garage then?" he asked, looking around.
I nodded proudly. "Yep." He nodded and an awkward silence fell over us. "So, uh, what brings you to Seattle? I thought you were still on the rez."
I nodded and his lips formed a grim line. I knew something was wrong. "Leah sent me." He muttered.
"Yeah?"
He avoided eye contact. "Yeah. She, uh…" he looked up at me and I was instantly concerned by all the worry and pain in his eyes. "Leah has cancer, man. And it's not looking good."
Damn. "Jesus, Seth. I- I'm sorry. How long-"
"Doctors gave her three weeks." He said, voice cracking.
"Shit." I muttered. "That sucks."
"She wants to see you."
I was startled. Leah and I hadn't had any contact since the night we fucked. I mean, I know we were pretty good friends, but why does she want to see me now? Who was I to deny Leah her dying wish? I told Seth I'd come on Saturday, he told me to call before I got to the hospital.
So, two days later, I made the four hour drive to Forks General Hospital. Like I promised, I called Seth before, he told me to head up to room 242. I bought Leah some flowers in the gift shop and went up.
Leah was still hot, even with all sorts of tubes and stuff coming from her. "Leah, hey." I said softly. I wasn't sure if she was awake or not.
Her eyes popped open and twinkled. "Well, well, well. Jacob Black really did decide to come back and see little old me."
I laughed and sat down in one of the sticky chairs. "I brought you flowers."
"Thank you, Jake." She said seriously.
"So how are you?"
She shrugged, "I've come to terms with it."
I couldn't help but smile. Leah always surprised. "That's my girl."
She rolled her eyes. "It was one night, Black. Don't call me your girl. And besides, Seth told me about your girl." She chuckled.
I shook my head. "No girl for me, Leah. Seth just happened to catch me in a compromising position."
Leah frowned. "So you're a man-whore?"
I was a little caught off guard by her serious tone. She and I were always joking. "Uh. No. But I have my fun." I shrugged.
There was an uneasy silence for a few seconds before she spoke, "Jake…" she sighed. "I have to tell you something and you have to promise to hear me out."
Different scenarios played out in my head. When I look back now, it was obvious what she was going to tell me, but I didn't see it coming. "Uh. Sure?"
She sighed. "You know that night?" I nodded. I knew exactly what she was referring to. "The condom broke, Jacob." She said quickly, not meeting my eyes.
I was confused. I didn't even think it was a possibility. That night was over 5 years ago. "Wh-what?"
Leah bit her lip and looked up at me with regret filling her eyes. "You have a daughter, Jake."
I stood up like I was on fire. I have- No. "Leah…" I warned. We messed with each other before, but not like this. Not with such serious matters.
"I'm so sorry Jacob." She whispered.
I shook my head, not believing anything from her. "Leah- No. No. What- No, Leah!"
It was the only time I ever saw Leah cry. "I'm so sorry, Jake. I should have told you. I should have!"
"Leah, this is fucking ridiculous!" I yelled at her. "That was a long time ago!"
"She's 5, Jake." she whispered. "She has your eyes and I named her Sarah."
After my mother. I flopped back down into the chair. "Leah." I pleaded quietly. "Please tell me you're kidding."
She shook her head. "She was born on April 4th." I quickly did the math. 9 months after we had sex.
I ran my hands through my hair and over my face. I was a father. And apparently for the last 5 years of my life I had been. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked after a silence.
"You- You hated the rez. Your family was in Seattle and your friends were there and your job. I knew you wanted to start a garage and I didn't want to hold you back. I should have told you and I'm so sorry."
I remember thinking about all the ways my life would change. Every aspect of my life would be changed by my kid somehow. Leah asked me here, on her deathbed, to tell me about my kid. Surely she wanted me to take care of it- her.
"Leah-" I whined. I had to admit, I didn't want to do this. I wasn't ready for a kid. Fuck, I didn't even want a girlfriend. No more going out, getting wasted and fucking some random girl. My apartment… Fuck. My home gym would have to be painted pink and filled with stuffed animals.
"Jacob, I want you to take care of her. I'm dying and don't have that much time. You're Sarah's father and you need to take care of her. Please." Leah begged me. "Seth can't- Not by himself."
"Leah-"
"How could you even think of saying no!" she snapped at me. "Sarah is your child!"
"One that you never told me about and I never wanted!" I snapped at her before booking it the fuck out of that room. I didn't know what to do. It wasn't fair of her to dump a kid on me! I was pretty happy with my bachelor life. I heard Leah call after me, but I kept going until I was outside.
The cool February air helped me clear my head a little bit. But then I heard little giggles and Seth's deep chuckle right after it. He and…a little girl who I assumed to be Sarah were launching snowballs at each other. "Unca Sethy!" she shrieked happily as he tossed snow at her.
She was so small. Her pink knit hat covered her entire head and her blue coat looked a size or two big for her. But even from several feet away I could see that she did have my eyes. My mother's eyes. It was then Seth caught my eye. "Make a snow angel for me, Sarah." He told her quietly before coming over to me. He looked at me with nervousness filling his eyes. "I begged her to tell you." He said quietly.
I didn't say anything. I watched Sarah frolic happily in the snow. I heard Seth's phone beep, but kept my eyes in Sarah. She was adorable.
"What are you gonna do, Jake?" Seth's voice was serious. He was usually all smiles, but I suppose he would be serious at a time like this. Leah probably texted him what happened and now he wanted to know if I was going to ditch them, leave him with the entire responsibility of her, and leave her with out a father.
I looked at Seth. He was waiting for me to answer. I could tell how worried he was. She was younger than me. He wasn't ready for all the responsibility of a kid. But I could tell he didn't think I was either. That's why he was so disgusted with Tara the other day.
That would have to change.
But I had to do the right thing. Sarah was mine and she would need someone.
I nodded slowly and went back to Leah's room. After her and I talked, Seth brought Sarah up. She didn't like me at first. I didn't blame her, here I was, a stranger, claiming to be her father and someone who was gonna be there for her. But, she eventually warmed up to me after that first day.
Leah died a month after I met Sarah.
Sarah cried and cried and cried. I stayed at the Clearwater house with her and Seth up until Leah died. I had my friends and family take care of stuff in Seattle for awhile. I knew we'd have to move there eventually, I mean I had my business and a place to live and all.
Seth and I decided it was best for Sarah to finish Kindergarten in La Push and then move to Seattle for 1st grade. So I stayed in La Push. Quil, Embry and my brother in law, Paul, ran my garage while I was away. I took Sarah to Seattle some weekends so she could see my apartment and help me paint her room. We also found Seth a place to live that wasn't too far away from mine.
And in June, Sarah. Seth and I moved to Seattle. My sisters watched her some days, Seth watched her some days and I watched her some days. I had to admit I was a little relived when I enrolled her in school. The I only had to take days off work when she had a day off.
But, I was all still relatively new to all of this, so, of course, on the first freakin' day of school I was going to bring her in late. I hustled Sarah to the car, grabbing her backpack and lunch.
"Daddy?" Sarah caught my attention with her quiet voice. She hadn't said anything the entire drive to school. I was a little scared she was going to switch up her mood and refuse to go to school.
"Yeah?" I asked, quickly parking my car in front of the school.
"I don't want to go."
Fuck.
"Sweetie, you'll have fun at school. I'm sure tons of kids in your class like soccer and Spongebob and-"
"I don't want to go. Bring me to Uncle Sethy's."
I sighed and opened her door. "No, Sarah." I said firmly. "School is important and you have to go."
"No!" she yelled.
"We're already late, Sarah! Come on! Daddy has to go to work."
"I want to go to work with you."
"You cant. You have to go to school."
"No."
I reached over and unbuckled her while she screamed in my ear. "Come on, Sarah. You have to be a big girl, ok? We talked about going to First Grade last night. Your teacher's name is Mrs. Cullen, there are 24 kids in your class, and you have art today! You love art!"
Sarah wiggled around in my arms as I carried her into the school kicking and screaming. "No! No! No! I want mommy!"
Every time she informed me about how much she wanted Leah over me, it was like a kick in the gut. Sarah knew I wasn't there for the first five years of her life. She trusted Seth more than me because he was there for her entire life. I set a sobbing Sarah down in the foyer and hugged her close. "I know you miss mommy, Sweetie. But what did mommy tell you about going to school?"
"Important." Sarah sniffed.
I nodded. "Yeah. School is important. Mommy would want you to be a big girl and have fun at school, right?" Sarah nodded and I picked her up again.
After embarrassingly going into the office to check Sarah in late on the first day and figure out where her class room was I carried Sarah to the First Grade Room 242.
Fantastic. When I peaked in through the window, I saw all the kids silent and staring at the teacher. Or who I assumed to be the teacher, I couldn't actually see who they were staring at. Sarah, uncharacteristically, was clinging to me like her life depended on it.
I was really fucking nervous for some reason when I opened the door. "Uh. Hi. This is Mrs. Cullen's room right?" I asked, looking around for he teacher.
I expected Mrs. Cullen to be some wrinkly, old, chubby woman with 'beauty marks' all over her. Maybe I was just projecting all of my elementary school teachers on one poor woman, but, I was surprised as fuck when a woman who looked way younger than me smiled politely at me.
Instant. Hard-on.
Fuck. My daughter had the hottest teacher in the entire world. Her long, killer legs were exposed by a purple dress that hugged her very nicely. I was almost disappointed that it was school appropriate. I wanted to see more of her flawless skin. Mrs. Cullen was fuck. Hot. Everything about her was flawless, she had such an innocent face with wide brown eyes and pink lips.
This was gonna be one tough year. Or maybe I should say hard year. I chuckled to myself in my head.
"Ms. Cullen's. Yes." She told me. I really hope she didn't catch my eyes roaming over her entire body.
Wait. Miss?
She totally just let me know she was single! Or… at least not married. Or she could have just been correcting me. I guess that was a possibility too.
"Oh. Right." I muttered. "Uh. Sorry we're late. I'm Jacob Black and this is my daughter, Sarah. I kinda slept through my alarm." I admitted sheepishly.
The definitely not married Ms. Cullen smiled. "Oh. Understandable." She assured me. "I'm just happy you're here, Sarah. I was worried you were sick."
I expected Sarah to either be really rude and say she wasn't going to school, or just suck it up and go. But what she actually did really surprised me. Sarah simply turned her head away from Ms. Cullen and buried it in my neck. Sarah was never shy.
"Uh. Sarah, I'm gonna put you down now, ok. This is your class room and everyone's waiting on you." I tried to set her down, but Sarah made a whimpering sound and clung to me tighter.
I was honestly a little pissed when I heard a few giggles. Ms. Cullen took a few steps towards me and spoke to me in a low voice. "If you want to step out in the hallway…? I'm sure Sarah would prefer to say bye in a more private place."
I laughed nervously, "Yeah. Uh. I'm not so sure she's going to say goodbye."
Sarah's hot teacher smiled and walked into the hallway after telling the other kids she'd be a second. I followed her and got a pretty fantastic view of her ass. Which was awesome, as predicted.
Ms. Cullen shut the door a little and turned back to Sarah and me. "You know, Sarah, there's another girl in there who has the same lunchbox as you!" she said with a smile, pointing at the Hello Kitty lunchbox I was holding.
Oh, fuck! I was holding a Hello Kitty lunchbox! That's sexy. Nothing says, 'I can have you screaming my name in 2 minutes' quite like holding a Hello Kitty lunchbox and a pink backpack while my kid cries on my shirt.
"Hear that, Sarah? And I'm pretty sure lot of other kids like to play soccer and paint and stuff."
Ms. Cullen nodded with a smile on her face.
But Sarah was not convinced. "I want my old friends and teacher."
Ah. But your old teacher wasn't anywhere near as hot as Ms. Cullen.
"Oh! Sarah, is it your first day at Lowell?" Sarah and I nodded together. "Its my first day here too!"
That caught Sarah's attention. "You're new here, too?" she asked.
Ms. Cullen nodded eagerly. "And you know what? All of your classmates in there have been so nice to me today, you'll have friends in no time!"
Sarah looked at me with a very concerned look on her small face. I did my best to look calm. After Sarah didn't see any hidden message on my face that said Ms. Cullen was a serial killer and was going to drink her blood, she sighed. "Fine. Bye daddy." She said wiggling away from me and taking her backpack and lunch.
"Bye sweetie! Love you." I did my best to finger comb her hair before she went into the classroom. Sarah called an I love you too back to me before disappearing, leaving me with her hot teacher. "So, uh, you have my phone numbers and everything right?" I asked. Ms. Cullen was fucking hot, but I was to nervous about leaving Sarah at a new school. Fuck, her Kindergarten teacher on the rez went to high school with me. I didn't know Ms. Cullen or any of the kids in there or their parents. I was nervous about leaving my baby girl with them.
She nodded. "Yes, the office has all of your information, Mr. Black. You don't have to be worried about her."
I nodded. "Yeah. No. I'm sure she'll be fine. I just- You know…" I muttered. "It's a new house, and city, ad school and every thing."
Ms. Cullen nodded sympathetically. "Sarah doesn't seem to shy. She'll make some new friends very soon."
I took a deep breath. "Yeah. She's- She's pretty social."
Ms. Cullen gave me a knowing smile. "Have a nice day, Mr. Black."
"Ok. I guess I'll see you at 3 than." I said, turning to leave.
"Oh! Um. School actually ends at 2:45, and you have to call a day ahead if you want her in the afterschool program."
"2:45!?" I had no idea. She nodded. I swear the time said 3. "Ok. Yeah. 2:45 then. Have a nice day, Ms. Cullen."
"Bye." She said quietly before going back into the room. I couldn't help but take an appreciative glace back at her ass.
Sarah didn't mind school all that much. After a few weeks so was going to play date after play date, and always talking about how fun Ms. Cullen was. Sarah also happened to mention how pretty she thought Ms. Cullen was, too, but I didn't need to hear that from someone else.
Ms. Cullen was becoming somewhat of an obsession of mine. She was fucking gorgeous, of course, but she also really loved her job. I never saw her without a smile. As ashamed I am to admit it, Ms. Cullen, whose first name I didn't even know, was becoming a fixture in my dreams. And in my fantasies while I jacked off in the shower.
See, having a 5 year old daughter just didn't work with having a sex life with anyone besides my own hand. And before Sarah, I had a pretty active sex life. But now, even if I was way to familial with my hand, I just couldn't stand to do the one night thing any more. I knew the results that could happen. Not saying I don't love Sarah, I do. But I just didn't want to get another girl pregnant. My dad and sisters would be none to pleased with me.
By now, all the mothers of Sarah's classmates knew I was a single dad and that Leah had died. I know Sarah didn't tell them she had only known me for less than a year, and i didn't particularly want to advertize the fact that I wasn't there for her for her entire life. So I guess all the mothers assumed my wife died…
Ms. Cullen pulled me aside after school one day a few weeks into the school year and apologized. Apparently she had told all of the kids to give their drawings to their mom and Sarah apparently blurted out that her mom was in fact, dead. Sarah wasn't upset about her comment, so I told her not to worry about it.
That afternoon did give me more information for my fantasies, Ms. Cullen was not only fucking hot, but she had the voice of an angel. All throughout the conversation about how Sarah didn't have a mom, all I could imagine was how my name would sound coming from her lips. And not the uptight, 'Mr. Black' as she kept calling me.
September came and went, and before I knew it, it was almost Halloween. Because of not knowing of Sarah's existence until last February, I had no idea how to deal with Halloween as a parent. But Seth did, so the three of us spent an entire fucking day looking for the best Hello Kitty costume.
I knew Sarah's class was having some sort of party and Sarah's best friend's mom asked me to bake cupcakes for the event. I figured I'd just have Rachel do it and be done with this whole first grade party thing. Although I was maybe sort of going to take credit for baking Rachel's homemade chocolate cupcakes to impress Ms. Cullen.
And then my Friday plans changed with a simple call. Gracie's, Sarah's friend's, mom called me and asked if I'd chaperone the party because one of the other moms got sick. Unfortunately, Sarah heard the call and demanded I do it.
So, at noon on Friday, I showed up dressed like a pirate carrying three dozen cupcakes.
"Class, can we all say hello to Sarah's dad, Mr. Black and thank him for bringing us a treat?" Ms. Cullen's musical voice sounded when I waltzed in. She was dressed up as a cowgirl. And, again, I was disappointed when it was school appropriate.
Gracie's mom, Harry's mom, and Hazel's mom took control of the students. Ms. Cullen just watched with a smile on her face as the class played games. Occasionally, Sarah would look over at me just to make sure I was watching. I gave her an encouraging smile each time due to the fact I was assigned by Gracie's mom to cut stuff out for the craft.
"So you don't really seem like the 'room mom' type, Mr. Black." I turned my head away from the ghost cut outs I was assign to cut out and smiled at Ms. Cullen.
"They needed someone to step up." I explained with a shrug.
"Well, I really appreciate it, and I know the kids do, too."
I smiled. "I hope they do. These kid scissors are giving me blisters."
She laughed. "Oh! Did Sarah give you hers?" I nodded. "Well, since I trust you can use big kid scissors, I guess I can let you use mine." She said, passing me some bigger ones.
"Oh thank god." I muttered as I pried my hands out of Sarah's pink kid-safe scissors. "Although, I'm pretty sure your hands are a lot smaller than mine."
She smiled and sat next to me. "Oh, you don't have to…" I said when she picked up the small scissors and a ghost.
"I don't mind. Pin the tail on the werewolf isn't exactly my favorite game."
"Understandable."
"So big plans this weekend?" she asked.
I was caught a little off guard. Rachel and Rebecca insisted the Sarah stay with them for the weekend, so Embry and I made plans to go out on Saturday night, Halloween. She couldn't possibly know that…
"Trick or treating?" she clarified when I stared blankly at her like a dumbass.
"Oh! Uh, no. My sisters are taking her out. I'm, uh, I'm not doing anything this week end, no." I said quickly. Meaning, 'I'm free Ms. Cullen, why don't you come over tonight so I don't have to jack off.'
"You aren't even passing out candy?" she asked, feigning offence.
I chuckled. "If I tried buying tons of candy, I'd just eat it all before the kids got to it. I'm just saving their teeth."
She giggled and I realized I had a semi. Great. Good thing pirates wore baggy pants…
We were both silent for a second while we cut out ghosts. "You know, I think its really great that you're here. I know most dads would absolutely refuse to be a parent chaperone at a party like this."
Holy balls! She thinks I'm great! I shrugged, "Sarah demanded I come."
Ms. Cullen giggled again. "I can see that." Oh, fuck. Was she bossy at school like she was at home? Shit. "Oh! Mr. Black, I didn't mean to insinuate anything-"
"No, no." I said quickly, "I mean, I know Sarah can be a little… demanding."
Ms. Cullen smiled. "She's great. She truly loves learning and, yes, sometimes, she's not… focused, but she really is smart and such a sweet girl. For what its worth, I think you're doing a fantastic job."
And that was the day I really started to like her.
But, unfortunately for me, I wasn't the only one with plans for Halloween. I had dropped Sarah off at Rachel's on Friday night, and spent Saturday repairing some engines at my shop, so when Embry called to say he and Quil was picking me up in an hour so we could go out, I was ready. We ended up at a night club. Not exactly a single dad's style, but there was beer, hot girls in sexy costumes, beer, and hot girls in sexy costumes. What more could a guy ask for?
We ended up at Trinity Nightclub at around 10pm, most people were already drunk and the place was fucking insane, but the three of us crowded around the bar and downed some shots. Quil had a pretty serious girlfriend, and I didn't really want to do one night things since I found the result of one, Embry was the one grinding with a scantily clad girl on the dance floor. Quil and I just hung out at the bar. I chatted a few girls up, but they couldn't carry on a conversation.
The night wore on, I got a few numbers, and I apparently had enough liquor in me to accept a blowjob from a girl dressed up like Tinkerbelle. So at 2am, I was ready to go.
And then I made the mistake of glancing around to see if Embry was gone. And her bronze hair caught the light. There was not a doubt in my mind that Ms. Cullen was grinding on some pretty boy. I didn't know what to think, on one hand,she was my impressionable daughter's teacher, on the other, given the chance, I'd be doing a hell of a lot more than just grinding with her if I were him.
My eyes drank in her body. Her work outfits were always school appropriate, but, tonight, she wasn't at work. It was Halloween and she was young, so she was dressed in the shortest little navy and white lace dress I had ever seen. Her hair was pinned back in curls and she had a white cap on her head. A sailor.
Her… dance partner was dressed up like a ship captain. Damn it. Coordinated outfits. Totally a couple. Fuck. I was so jealous of him. His hands were all over her. Her waist, hips, and ass. God. Was I would give…
Ms. Cullen's hips were swaying as she grinded on her boyfriend. I could just see her profile, and I knew she was whispering something in his ear. He responded in a laugh and pulled her closer to him. Lucky bastard!
"Jake! Claire texted me! I gotta go!" Quil yelled to me over the music.
"Yeah. I'm gonna go, too." I muttered. I couldn't stay here and watch Ms. Cullen grin on that kid…
Needless to say, I dreamed about her that night, woke up with a massive hard on, and jacked off in the shower thinking about how she'd feel if she was grinding on me. Christ. She'd be freaked out by me…
I made the decision not to tell her, or anyone, I saw her at a club on Halloween. I figured it would just make things awkward between us if it told her I saw her grinding on her boyfriend.
And boyfriend was something I did indeed confirm. I took Sarah out for hot chocolate one Saturday morning in early November, and who do we run into? Yeah. Ms. Cullen and a man she called her boyfriend. Nahuel. Pfft. Whatever. I could beat him at anything I wanted to. Except for being condescending and, apparently, fucking Ms. Cullen. She definitely had sex hair and was wearing one of his tee shirts.
I resigned myself to the fact that she had a boyfriend and was off limits. It still didn't keep me from wanting her, though.
"Dude, just let me go. Come on."
"No!"
"Please?!"
"No, Seth! If we show up at Sarah's conference together, we're gonna look gay."
"I'm her uncle!"
"I'm her father! There are parent teacher conferences! I'll let you know how it goes, I promise." I told him as I hoped in my truck and drove to Sarah's school.
It was ridiculous how excited I was for this conference. I even wore my nicest pair of jeans and put some cologne on. Not that it mattered with the future Mr. Cullen around…
I felt a little bad about not letting Seth go, he loved Sarah almost as much as I did and spent lots of time with her, but I didn't really want Ms. Cullen thinking I was gay. That would be terrible, even if she had a boyfriend.
I felt ridiculous when I got there and automatically straightened out my leather jacket and ran my fingers through my hair. I felt even more ridiculous when I casually strolled up to the door and she was sitting at her desk with her feet up reading the paper and eating dinner.
I had the right time, right?
I cleared my throat and knocked on the open door. She jumped half way into the air and looked at me with wide eyes. "Mr. Black…?" it sounded like a question. Fuck. I had thewrongtime, didn't i?
"Uh, do i have the wrong time for Sarah's conference?" I asked.
She immediately rustled through a few papers until she found her schedule. "Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry, Mr. Black!" she said, scrambling around the room for a few seconds collecting things.
"No, its no problem. If you need a few minutes-"
"No! I'm ready and everything," she explained with a smile, "you just caught me off guard. I thought I had another 15 minutes. But I wasn't really doing anything important. Come in, come in." she ushed me in quickly.
I did my normal scan. Ms. Cullen was dressed in a cute black and white dress with tights and some heels. I couldn't imagine wearing heels period, much less to chase 24 6-year-olds all day long.
"So," She began, "I want to begin by asking you what you hope Sarah will be able to accomplish by the end of the year."
Wait. What? I didn't know I would be put on the spot. I had been a father for less than a year!
"Oh, um… Well, uh, I hope she'll be able to… read and write at the level she's supposed to." I responded awkwardly.
Ms. Cullen smiled and jotted something down in her notebook, "Good. Those are some very solid academic goals. What about social goals? Do you have any?"
Fuck. "Um… Not that I can think of…" She's gonna think I'm an idiot.
She nodded thoughtfully. "If- If you don't mind me asking, does Sarah still struggle with her mother's passing at home? She's fine at school." She assured me. "I just wonder if she's still sad."
"Um. She- Yeah, sometimes she wants her mom, some days its worse, but her Uncle's girlfriend is a child psychologist and is always talking to her."
Ms. Cullen smiled. "Oh good." It touched me how relived she sounded.
Why would a sweet, beautiful teacher ever give the greasy, single father a chance?
Ms. Cullen flipped over a paper and slid it to me, "This is Sarah's report card, as you can see, she's doing just fine in most academics, however, her reading level is a little below average."
My heart jumped. Was it my fault!? "What?!" I yelled a little louder than I should have.
"Its nothing to be too concerned about, Mr. Black." She said immediately. "Sarah just needs more practice reading out loud. If you and her sat down for 15 minutes each night and she read to you, it would help her greatly. If you would also like me to set up a meeting with the reading specialist, I could also do that, but I think with just 15 extra minutes per day, she'll be caught up in no time." I nodded. Sarah will read to me for 20!
"You should also be proud to know that her math skills are well above the average first grader's." Ms. Cullen said with a smile.
"Yeah?"
She nodded. "Yes, Sarah also informed me that over the summer you took her to your garage and had her help you add some numbers?" she asked with a smile.
Oh, right. Sarah helped me balance my books. Just the easy addition stuff, but she helped. "Oh, yeah. She added some stuff up for me."
"That's great." Ms. Cullen said honestly, "She feels positively about math because of that experience which is really fantastic."
My lips twitched into a proud smile. Maybe I wasn't such a fuck up. "Thanks."
We talked for awhile longer, Sarah apparently had some trouble focusing sometimes, but Ms. Cullen wasn't to worried since Sarah generally focused when asked. It made me feel tons better about how I was as a father. Ms. Cullen asked me about my garage and told me how fortunate Sarah was to have a dad like me who didn't exactly work 9-5. I showed up whenever a damn well pleased. That's what I had managers for.
"Well, I think that concludes everything I have. Do you have any other questions, comments, or concerns?"
I shrugged. "I think we covered all the bases." I grinned at my innuendo. I only wished her and I were covering bases…
Ms. Cullen didn't give any indication she caught on, "Great. Well don't hesitate to call or email me if something does pop up."
I flashed her my best panty dropping smile. "Thank you, Ms. Cullen."
Goddamn it. She seemed immune! "Ok. Well, I suppose I'll see you tomorrow morning!"
I headed out after thanking her again and saying bye. Overall, I think it went pretty well. I didn't trip, drool, or impulsively ask her out. So that was good.
The holidays came and went. Christmas was kind of a clusterfuck for me. I hadn't woken up early on Christmas day for years. But Sarah rushed into my room at 5am and demanded I wake up so she could open her presents under the tree. Thank god Rachel told me to pre-wrap them and put them under the tree at night. I made her wait until Seth got to out place, half the presents were from him anyway.
Sarah tore through her presents and kept herself occupied for hours after she opened them. But when I asked her to get dressed so her, Seth, and I could head over to Rebecca's for dinner, she burst out into tears. She missed her mom.
We ended up staying home and the three of us had a Christmas dinner of chicken nuggets, Mac n' Cheese, and red jello cups. But it was fine. The three of us played Uno and Sorry! all night.
For New Year's eve, we had everyone over, meaning my sisters and their families, my dad, and Seth's girlfriend Angela, came over. Angela talked with Sarah a little bit about Christmas before everyone else came, and Sarah seemed fine for the rest of the night.
It was hard getting back into the swing of things when school started up again, first day back,, I over slept and dropped Sarah off late again. Ms. Cullen laughed at me.
True to what Ms. Cullen said, Sarah's reading was improving a lot. I was pretty proud of myself when Ms. Cullen told me that one day after school. And, just because I was a masochist, I made it a point to talk with her as much as possible, without being one of those hovering parents, though.
I felt pretty proud of my self for getting Sarah through most of the school year. I felt really freaking accomplished when Valentines Day hit. I had known Sarah for a year and she's an amazing little girl, so ic an be fucking up too much. This whole 'dad' thing wasn't to hard…
And it got easier when Rachel and Rebecca surprised Sarah with a trip to Disneyland as an early birthday present. My nieces and Nephews were a few years older than Sarah and went to a different school, but all Seattle Public Schools had a long winter weekend at the end of February. Sarah would be gone Wednesday to Monday.
"Daddy?" Sarah said with a very serious tone as I was packing her little purple suitcase with shorts and tee shirts on Monday night. My sisters were taking her right after school on Tuesday.
"Yeah, Sweetie?"
"Are you gonna miss me?"
"Of course I am! Who am I gonna go out for hot chocolate with when you're gone?" I may or may not have made a habit of taking Sarah out for hot chocolate on Saturday s in hopes of seeing Ms. Cullen…
She shrugged. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
Where was she going with this? I debated on weather or not to call Angela over right away, but Sarah sighed impatiently and looking at me. "Um. No. I don't have a girlfriend."
She nodded thoughtfully. "Daddies can only date mommies, right? And mommy is in heaven."
I sighed and hugged my daughter. "Some families are different, Sarah. Some have just a mommy and a kid, some have a mommy and a daddy, and we have you, me, and uncle Seth, right?"
She nodded. "Right. But April in my class has a step-mom. I already have a mommy, if you get a girlfriend, she wont be my mommy, right?"
I smiled. "No, sweetie. You only have one mommy, and I know she'd be pretty excited that you're going to Disneyland."
After that weird conversation, Sarah seemed to brighten up and really get excited about going to Disney.
When I dropped Sarah off at school Tuesday, I got a chance to talk to Ms. Cullen. Well, Sarah talked to her. I just stood there holding a pink backpack and grinning like an idiot.
"…and Aunt Rebecca said there are so many places to eat and shop and have fun! I'm gonna miss my daddy lots, but Uncle Paul is just as cuddly as daddy! I'm excited to see all he animals and the rides and-"
"I think Ms. Cullen knows how much fun Disneyland is, Sarah." I interrupted Sarah. Ms. Cullen wouldn't say it, but she was getting bored…
Sarah smiled brightly. "I'm gonna draw a picture of the rides!" she yelled, scurrying into the classroom.
I chuckled. "She's pretty excited."
"I was just as excited as she is when I was getting ready for my first trip to Disney." Ms. Cullen laughed. "But I was actually really nervous in eight grade when I went without my parents for the first time."
I smiled. "She's going with my sisters, Sarah isn't to depended on me." Probably because I wasn't there for the first five years of her life…
Ms. Cullen smiled. "Good for her. I hope she has a lot of fun. And I hope you enjoy your time off Daddy Duty."
Yeah, rebuilding an old Mustang's engine will be a pretty fun way to spend my time off Daddy Duty. And I had to pay the bills on my apartment and garage. And order some parts for this old car I was hired to fix. And don't even get me started on all of the laundry I had piled up…
Even with all of that to do, Embry and my other friend Jared convinced me to go out on Friday night. I talked to Sarah every night and she seemed like she was having tons of fun. I should have some fun too, right? My daughter was in a different state and the last action I had gotten was the drunken blowjob on Halloween…
Jared dragged us to his favorite club, I didn't even know the name, but it was dark, smelled like alcohol, and had some hot girls. Again, all a man needed…
The three of us grabbed a table in the corner and sat down on the padded couches. "We're gonna get you laid tonight, man." Embry said, patting my back. "A year long dry spell is…well…. Way to fucking long."
I shrugged. "It hasn't been a year. On Halloween-"
"Head doesn't count, man." Jared jumped in.
I shrugged again. "Well I cant exactly bring women home on a Friday night. I'm usually watching iCarly and heading to bed at 10."
"And we get that." Jared said, passing me a shot. "Sarah isn't even in this state, you gotta take advantage of tonight, man. Pick a girl up and take her back to your place. Hell, her place. Doesn't matter. Just do yourself a favor and fuck someone."
Solid advice…
After a little while, Embry found a group of three girls and brought them over to sit by us. Embry and Jared immediately started to chat up the brunettes, leaving me with the hotter blonde. Damn good friends… The six of us hung out for a little while, but the blonde, Becky, couldn't carry a conversation. All she would do was lick her lips and giggle at every single fucking thing I said. Not cool.
Needless to say, she wandered off and took her friends with her. "Dude, what the fuck? She was hot!" Embry said, slamming back a shot.
I shrugged. "I wasn't into her."
"You could have been." He muttered right before I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
There were three girls standing at the bar. one brunette, one with black hair, and one with bronze hair… Oh fuck, yes. Ms. Cullen. Even if she was standing with her back towards me, I knew it was her. I know that ass anywhere, and it was put on an incredible display in the short gray dress she was wearing.
"Bingo! Go buy her a drink, Jake!" Jared yelled.
"Daaamn, dude! Good call. She's hotter than the blonde." Embry said as soon as he saw Ms. Cullen from across the room.
And before I made the conscious decision to do so, I was already on my feet walking towards her, I paused at the bar and ordered a martini, hers was nearly gone. The brunette smiled and leaned into Ms. Cullen, who tensed up and shook her head no. Her friend nodded. I suppose this wasn't a real encouraging sign. Ms. Cullen didn't want people hitting on her or buying her drinks. Which was understandable due to the boyfriend problem. But… maybe I wasn't going over there to hit on her. Maybe I was simply saying hello to my daughter's teacher…
"I see someone I know, lets go Carmen!" The brunette said, dragging the girl with black hair away as they both smiled and winked at me.
They clearly had the wrong idea. I was just gonna say hi… I tried to convince myself that it was actually true as I stopped at the bar next to her.
Ms. Cullen purposely stayed turned around, casually sipping her drink.
"Uh. Hey." I said awkwardly.
She must have recognized my voice, her kick-ass body twirled around pretty quick. "O-oh. Mr. Black. Hi." She said, looking panicked. I smiled to try to make her more comfortable, but an awkward, silent few seconds ticked by. She sighed. "Um. This- This probably isn't what you want to see your daughter's teacher doing-" She gestured to her nearly empty martini glass.
I laughed. "I'd actually think you were a little crazy if you didn't need a drink after being around 24 six-year olds for a majority of your week. So, on behalf of room 242's room parents, here you go." I slid the martini glass over to her.
She looked up at me in surprise. "I- I really shouldn't…"
I picked up my beer and smiled. "It's a Friday night, Ms. Cullen. Live a little." I was clearly bolder when I has some liquid courage… I usually wouldn't be hitting on a taken girl.
But she gave a small laugh and took a sip. "You're a bad influence. But thank you."
"No problem." I said before another sip of beer. "So what brings you out tonight? No spelling tests to grade?" Where's the boyfriend? If I had you, I'd be out with you.
She sighed and let out a small puff of sarcastic laughter. "On Wednesday I witnessed my boyfriend of 4 years cheating on me, and apparently its been going on for the past six months, so my friends decided they needed to take my ice cream away and replace it with liquor."
THAT MOTHERFUCKER!
"Oh god." she slapped her hand over her mouth. "I- I'm sorry! I shouldn't have told you that! You don't want to hear-!"
I don't want to hear you're single? On the contrary, Ms. Cullen. That's exactly what I wanted to hear. "He's an idiot." I told her. "And screw the martini, sounds like you need a shot or two." I said, signaling the bartender.
After protesting for half a second, she took a shot with me. "So what about you? What are you doing out tonight?"
I shrugged. "Oh, you know…just hanging with the guys. Enjoying my time off Daddy duty." Looking to get laid…
She nodded. "Fun."
Awkward silence…
Goddamn. She was single now. I'm single. Sarah's gone for another few days… Fuck it. I'm going for it. "You know, after knowing you a solid six months, I haven't caught your name."
She laughed and shook her head. "Its not a good one."
"What is it?" I laughed, curious. "Is it, like…Destiny or something?"
God her laugh was amazing… "No! I don't have a stripper name! Its just- My mom was clearly high on pain killers when she named me."
"Now you have to tell me." Weird names kept popping up in my head. Apple. Xenia. What!?
"Renesmee."
Huh? "Renesmee?" I repeated.
Blood rushed to her cheeks to create the sexiest blush I had ever seen. My blood rushed somewhere else, entirely…
"Uh. Yeah. My grandmother's names were Renee and Esme, so… my mom thought it would be oh so brilliant to smash them together."
I smiled. "Its unique. There aren't millions of other Renesmees in the world as there are Jacobs."
"Well Mr. Black-"
"That was my way of telling you to call me Jacob, or Jake, if you prefer."
She looked up at me and bit her lip. No, I'm not kidding, she bit her fucking lip. Staring into her big brown eyes while she bit her lip made me ache… "Well, Jacob, most people call me Nessie."
Score. She called me by my first name, and I got her nickname. I smiled. "Great. So, Nessie, Sarah told me you went to Chicago for Christmas."
"Yeah. That's where I was born and raised."
"How'd you end up in this rainy city, then?"
She laughed and took a step closer to me when some guy pushed his way to the bar. I didn't really mind, she was a lot closer now. "I love the rain. When I was, god, 8, maybe, my dad took me to Seattle. He's a doctor and there was some conference he needed to go to, and my mom was out of town, so he had to take me." She smiled and laughed to herself a little. It was adorable. "And I saw the UW campus and, at 8 years old, I knew where I wanted to go. And I did, graduated from there last May and didn't want to leave."
"That's great." I said honestly. "I really admire people who know what they want and go for it. I didn't even know what I wanted to do when I was 20, much less 8."
"Well it seems like you're doing ok for yourself."
I shrugged. "First few years were tough. I worked at AutoZone when I first moved here."
A confused look crossed her face. "Sarah said you just moved here in June. She said she lived in La Push for her whole life."
And here it comes…. "Well, she has. I moved here about 12 years ago. Started up my garage about three…. And found out I was a father one year ago."
Nessie looked shocked. "Wha- Um. Oh."
I smiled. She clearly did not understand at all, but didn't want to pry. I leaned into her. "See, the reason I'm so nervous all the time about Sarah is because I have no idea how to be a dad. Leah, Sarah's mom, and I had… we had a little bit of a thing when I visited the rez one time. Then five years later, last February, Leah's brother comes to me and says Leah's dying of cancer and wants to see me. She told me I had a daughter."
"Oh my god!" Nessie gasped. "That must have been…awful. Well, not that Sarah is-"
"No, no. I get it." I said right away. "It was awful. I wasn't even sure I wanted a family, and then here comes Leah demanding I change everything about my life so I can be a dad to my kid. I was pissed and I wasn't gonna do it. But then- Then I met her. And… I don't regret it. Sarah's great. I mean, she gives me a purpose, she gives me a reason to actually cook rather than just grabbing a burger, or go to the park instead of watching t.v. And there was no option, really. What kind of a man would I be if I didn't take care of my daughter when she needed me?"
"That's… That's amazing, Jake. Really. Most men I know would never have the courage to… become a father so quick. I- I think you're doing an amazing job. Sarah loves you and she's a fantastic little girl. I just- I didn't know. I- I feel awful… I mean if- if you were so nervous… I would have… You know. If I knew…" She stumbled. I guess she was a little more tipsy than I thought…
"I didn't exactly want to advertize the fact that I wasn't there for my daughter's entire life." I said.
"Not by your own fault." She countered. "But, really. You shouldn't be nervous at all. You're great. Sarah is happy and healthy, and you're a really great dad." Her hand came up rested on my forearm.
And you know how in movies, characters talk about a spark or some shit? Well that shit is true. Her hand rested on my arm and I fucking felt sparks.
"That means a lot, coming from you." I said, looking at her straight in the eyes.
She blushed and removed her hand. Was disappointed from the lack of contact. "So did you always want to be a teacher?" I asked.
Nessie and I chatted about our jobs for awhile before moving on to other topics like hobbies and weird favorites. But, honestly, we both knew something was happening. And it was evident by the turn our conversation took. "So you're a single dad? You don't even date?"
I chuckled. "My love life is sadly lacking."
Nessie snorted, rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her martini. "Lacking is better than being cheated on…" she said quietly, turning her head away from me.
"Hey." I said quickly. I took a risk and reached over to turn her face towards me. She didn't pull away, which was a good sign. "He's an asshole. Doesn't matter where he decided to shove it, if he thought he could do better than you, its his loss. You're better off without someone like that. Seriously, you deserve better than him. You're smart, caring, gorgeous…" Uh, fuck. I didn't say that out loud did I?
But I had enough liquid courage in me to keep going. My thumb brushed across her lip and our eyes met. I smiled at the nervousness and anticipation that filled her eyes and leaned in really close to her. "And, if you weren't so out of my league, maybe I'd man up and kiss you right now."
She froze for a second while I waited for her response. This was going to make the rest of the year really awkward if she shot me down. Not that I would be surprised, she's so out of my league. God. What if she did deny me? Shit, I'd have to spend the entire fucking weekend jacking off. All of her giggling and blushing had me hard as a rock. Well, I suppose the short, strapless dress and heels had something to do with that…But that's besides the point. The point was, in all honesty, I was really hoping to fuck her tonight.
Not that it was going to be a one night thing. I gave up on those, but I was really horny and I really wanted her.
"I don't think I'm out of your league." She said, licking her pink lips.
That was all it took for me to propel myself forward and finally tasted her lips. They were so soft and fit like a puzzle piece to mine. Usually kisses tasted like lipstick or some shit, but not hers. Nessie's lips were a cute, natural pink and tasted sweet, not fake. My tongue moved to her lips all by its self, and I couldn't help but internally smile when her lips parted and she let out the softest, sexiest moan I had ever heard.
I moved my hand from my side to her waist and pulled her closer to me. She came over with no protest or hesitation. As soon as our bodies were touching, I knew I couldn't wait much longer. I needed her. I broke away from her lips and trailed my lips up to her eat. "Go tell your friends you're leaving with me."
There was no possible way she could say, no, right? I mean… she felt it too. Or else she wouldn't have let me shove my tongue down her throat.
"Ok."
Fuck yeah!
I pressed one quick kiss to her lips, "I'll get us a cab and meet you outside."
She nodded and walked off to find her friends. I swaggered back to the table Embry and Jared were at. "I'll see you later, guys." I said with a smirk.
"Awwww, yeah, man!" Embry yelled. He has the brunette from earlier back on his lap.
"Wrap it up this time." Jared laughed.
"Fuck off." I muttered before going outside and hailing a cab. Nessie walked out of the bar with a kind of badass leather jacket on and gave me a small smile as she walked towards me. "Uh. My place isn't to far." I said, opening the cab door for her.
"Ok."
I slid into the cab after her and was immediately focused in on her exposed thigh. Her dress got even shorter when she sat. And I wasn't complaining, her skin looked soft and I couldn't wait to feel all of it. I gave the cabbie my address and turned back to Nessie. She met my eyes for a second before turning away with a blush.
She was to adorable not to kiss. I leaned over and captured her lips with no protest from her. I'm pretty sure the cab driver was rolling his eyes and making disgusted sounds in the back of his throat. Whatever. He was just jealous that he wasn't getting any.
Since we were only a few blocks away from my apartment, we got their fairly quick. I tossed some money at the cabbie and helped her out of the car. We were both silent as we took the elevator up the five floors to my place. I really hoped this didn't turn awkward.
I could feel the heat coming off her body as I unlocked my door. I was really glad I happened to tidy up earlier. I pushed the door open and let her in before going in and shutting the door behind me. The click was the loudest thing I had ever heard…
"Um… Can I take you coat?" Fuck. That sounded cheesy.
She offered me a small smile before shrugging out of it and handing it to me. "Thank you."
I set her small jacket down on the table. "Uh. You can take your shoes off, or leave 'em on. Doesn't matter." Goddamn it! When did I get so lame!?
Nessie smiled coyly and took a set closer to me. "I think I have to leave them on." She must have seen the confused look cross my face. She took a few steps closer and now we were only inches apart. "There's no way I could reach, otherwise."
Ohhh. I got it as soon as she tilted her head up and lightly kissed me. Me being me, immediately took it to the next level and shoved my tongue into her mouth. She didn't seem to mind, so I took it as an open invitation to slide my hands around her tiny waist and move her closer to me.
"Not entirely true." I said, moving my lips across her jaw and up to her ear as my hands moved down to her ass. "There are other ways." Before she could say anything, I lifted her up so I wouldn't have to bend down to kiss her. Nessie wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck for better leverage.
I groaned loudly when her body pressed against my already aching dick. "Fuck." I muttered, nipping at her lips. I stumbled forward a few steps until her back hit the wall. I made sure it wasn't to hard, though. I heard her heels drop to the floor right after.
Her skin was so smooth and soft and she smelled like heaven. Nessie gasped when my hand moved up to her chest involuntarily. For a second, I thought I went to far, but she moaned and thrust her breasts in my direction.
Since she was leaning against the wall and had her limbs wrapped around me, I figured there was no way I could drop her, even drunk. So as my one hand massaged her breast, the other run up and down her silky soft thigh making her moan and rake her fingers through my hair and down my neck.
Judging by her moans and the way she pressed closer to me, I was pretty sure she wanted it just as bad as I did. And when my fingers reached her lacy panties, I had the proof. She was so fucking wet. It drove me crazy.
Before I had even made the conscious decision to do it, I had already pushed her panties aside and shoved two fingers into her. She responded with a loud moan letting her head fall back to the point of hitting the wall. Pretty hard too.
"Careful." I chuckled into her neck before maybe sort of giving her a hicky. I suppose it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but I did it anyway. She didn't reply with words, I just gasps and moans as I repeatedly hit her sweet spot.
My head was still buried in her neck when I felt one of her arms come down from my neck and settle on my stomach. I felt her warm hand pull up my shirt and start moving up and down my abs. God. If that felt amazing, I couldn't wait to see what a handjob from her would be like.
"Oh fuck!" She whimpered as her legs tightened around me and her fingernails dug into my stomach.
I smiled at her frantic words. I hadn't been with a woman like this since I had Sarah. Over a year. It was an ego booster to know that I still had it. That being said, my dick was about to explode from sexual frustration. I needed to be inside her. Now. But I wanted to make sure she was satisfied, I was pretty confident that I would last about two minutes and I really did not want her to think I was that guy.
I picked up the pace and thrust my fingers into her more rapidly. She whimpered and panted resting her forehead on mine. "I- Ugh, fuck- I'm-"
"I know, baby." I whispered against her lips. "You wanna cum?"
She nodded against my forehead and gasped when I hit her g-spot. I pressed my lips firmly against hers and rubbed her clit and I thrust in and out a few more times. Her inner most muscles clenched around my fingers as a moan came from her lips. Good thing my lips muffled it, it probably would have been pretty loud.
Fuck. I wish it wasn't my fingers that were feeling the rush of wetness and heat and tightness as she came. My dick twitched impatiently. I needed to get her naked.
Nessie panted as she recovered from her orgasm. I stayed silent, still holding her against the hallway wall. Her hand slipped down my abs and landed at the best of spots. My jeans. She slowly unbuttoned them while moving her lips up my jaw and to my ear. "Bedroom?" she asked in an innocent voice before nipping my earlobe.
Fuuuuu-ck.
I pulled her away from the wall and headed to my room while groping the back of her dress to find the fucking zipper. It was proving to be a very elusive one. Nessie removed her hand from my zipper and pushed my shirt halfway up. I would have taken it off right away for her, but I was more concerned with getting her naked. And I couldn't find the fucking zipper. I growled in frustration. "Do I have to rip it off?"
She giggled. "It's on the side."
My hand flew to the side she nodded to and grasped the tiny zipper before ripping it down. By this time, I had just kicked my bedroom door open. Nessie wiggled around in my arms before I put her down on the floor. It would have been the bed, but we needed to get naked…
Nessie wasn't self conscious about her body, apparently. Not that there was a single thing wrong with it, but most women were shy about getting naked. She simply let her grey dress fall to the floor and pool at her feet. My eyes narrowed as I took her in.
Beautiful.
She looked absolutely stunning in nothing but a strapless black bra and matching panties. Flawless.
She raised an eyebrow at me and smiled. "I felt a six pack, right?"
I chuckled. "Then I guess you can't add 4 plus 4, Miss Cullen." I said, pulling my shirt over my head. My eight pack was what got me laid most of the time. Chicks ate that shit up! While I was at it, pulled off my jeans and boxers on one fell swoop.
When a surprised look crossed Nessie's face, I couldn't help the smirk. Apparently her ex didn't compare to what I had. So I guess the only thing I couldn't beat him at was being condescending and an asshole. But I was fully ok with that.
I reached out for her and bent down so I could kiss her again. Her fingers immediately ran over my eight pack in a very deliberate way, no doubt counting. After she was satisfied with her count, she unexpectedly pulled away from my lips and licked a trail from my throat….all the way down to my dick as she slowly lowered herself to her knees.
Ohhhhhhh fuck. Shit. How could I possibly handle her lips wrapped around me?!
I groaned loudly when she simply ran a finger down Little Jake. Part of me wanted to yell at her to fucking stop before I jizzed way to fucking soon, but the other part of me wanted more. Her mouth slid over me as soon as she finished her torturous little stroke.
DEAD KITTENS! DEAD KITTENS! DEAD KITTENS! OH GOD DEAD KITTENS!
Her mouth was wet and warm and fuck shit. Dead kittens. And her tongue was lapping at my head as her lips created the best suction I've ever felt. I took deep breaths and thought of dead kittens.
I groaned again when she eased my cock down her throat. Shiiiit. Goddamn! She always looks so innocent! She pulled back and I felt the cool air on my cock for just a second before she wrapped her lips around me again.
DEAD KITTENS!
My hands gripped her coppery hair and eased my dick down her throat again. The part of me that wanted more won, obviously, and it was a fucking miracle that I didn't cum after one touch from her. I had my hands in her hair, she had my cock in her fucking esophagus, and her eyes on me. She looked abso-fucking-loutly gorgeous with her wide, doe-like eyes staring innocently up to mine.
I hadn't even realized that I was spewing out expletives while she was giving me head. At least I wasn't chanting dead kittens out loud…
Nessie pulled away and released my dick again, but this time, she began pumping me with both of her hands. I could feel the mixture of pre-cum and her spit being rubbed all over me and I had to think about dead kittens again.
"Fuck. Nessie. I- I want you so fucking bad." I groaned out as she licked me from base to tip.
I heard a soft giggle before she stood up the same way she went down, licking me. She could only reach my throat, but she didn't seem to mind. Her lips, tongue and teeth were all I could focus on. "I'm so ready for you." She replied, rubbing herself against me.
Even if she still had her panties on, I could still feel how wet she was. I growled and grabbed her hips. "Tell me you want it."
"I want it." She whimpered. "Please, Jacob, I want you to fuck me."
ohfuckingchrist
Miss Cullen was kinkier than I expected.
Perfect.
I had her laying on my bed in a flash, flat on her back, legs hanging off the bed. I grasped her little thong and pulled it down her mile-long, sexy legs before moving her back on to the bed more. My body covered hers as I kissed her again. Her hands moved up and down my torso, lightly running her nails down me.
I kissed down her throat to the top of her breasts before reaching under her to undo the fucking bra that was in my way. She arched her back up, making it easier for me to undo it, and, as an added bonus, making her breasts push right into my chest. And as soon as I threw her bra to the floor, my kisses traveled to her breasts.
She moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging me closer to her. "Ohh god!"
God. Everything on her was fucking perfect. Her breasts were the right size for my hands, and her skin tasted sweet. I smiled when her nipples hardened under my tongue and fingers. She reacted to me in the perfect way.
"Jake- Jacob, I- Fuck it cant wait. Please, now." She panted.
Ok…
My lips trailed back up her neck and I kissed her pink swollen lips once more before breaking away from her to grab a condom form my bedside table. She must have realized what I was doing. "I'm on the pill." She told me.
And I trusted her. I did. But what if the pill failed. I just thought it was better to have two lines of defense rather than just one. As soon as I tore the foil open and rolled it on, I kissed her again. "I trust you, but its just…" I gave a half shrug as I gripped her legs and spread them apart so I could fit between them.
She nodded. "I get it." She said. She didn't sound offended, so maybe she did get it? I hope.
She offered me a sweet, crooked smile that made my hips move forward on their own accord. She gasped when the tip of my dick barely touched her clit. I grinned and circulated my hips, just teasing her.
Unfortunately, I couldn't feel how wet she was because of this damn, necessary condom, but I could feel the heat as I ran my tip against her opening. I made sure to rub it over her clit a few times, and each time, she whimpered and thrust her hips up. "Jake. Fuck!" she writhed under me and lifted her hips up, desperately trying to get me in her while her nails dug into my back.
I started kissing her neck again, still teasing her, as her hands plunged down and stroked me. I growled at the sensation. If she didn't stop, I was gonna cum. So I did what any horny man would do when he had a beautiful woman under him begging for it. I grasped her hands and pinned them above her head before pushing into her.
Her head rolled back on to my pillows, splaying her copper curls across my bed, as she sighed with a satisfied look on her face.
Dead kittens. Dead kittens. Fuck!
I should have expected how tight she was. I mean, Nessie was little, I could practically circle my hands around her waist. But, for some reason, I just couldn't comprehend that someone could be that. Fucking. Tight.
"Shit." I muttered. One of my hands kept her hands pinned above her head while the other was propped near her head. I didn't want to crush her or anything… But even with her hands useless, she still found a way to drive me insane as I pushed into her again and again.
She arched her body up so it was skin on skin contact. Her sweet moans reached my ears and I groaned in response. Jesus.
God fucking damnit! So good.
Wanting her to cum first, I released her hands and trailed my fingers down to her clit. Her hips jerked up when I touched her. "Oh fuck!"
God. I loved her dirty mouth.
I pressed my lips to hers before moving faster, making sure to hit her g-spot, and swiping my fingers over her clit. Her mouth opened in a gasp that was swallowed by my lips.
I almost came. Holy fuck, when her body clenched around me… I barely registered her calling my name out after she broke away from my lips. What I did hear, though, was music to my ears. 32 wasn't exactly old… But having a hot, fresh out of college girl scream my name during sex was pretty awesome.
Once she came back down to earth, I gripped her hips and flipped her over. I would kick myself later if I didn't get the chance to do her doggy style.
As soon as I thrust into her from behind, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. She was even tighter this way. I groaned and leaned into her. She was on all fours, the perfect height for me to sweep her hair to the side and whisper in her ear. "Oh damn, baby. You're so fucking hot. You want me to make you cum again?" my voice sounded gravelly and it made her shiver under me.
She turned her head slightly towards me and brushed my lips with hers. "Mmm-humm." She nodded, letting her hand come up and pull me in for another open mouth kiss.
I thrust into her harder and faster, causing her to pant and push back into me. I reached up and groped her breasts right before she came undone, again, calling my name.
Hearing my name roll off her sweet lips as her body jerked under me was enough to send me over the edge. "Ughh- Fuuuck…." My mind went completely blank for a second as I came. I could hear her moans and feel her lips moving against mine, but everything else was blocked out.
That had never. Ever. Happened before.
Fucking condom. I pulled out and flopped next to her on my bed.
Nessie's body stretched out like a kitty before she settled herself on my bed, hair fanned out, lips slightly parted, and buck-ass naked. Her eyes were closed and I was pretty flattered that I wore her out so thoroughly. She didn't even notice when I got up to toss the condom in the trash and wash all the excess off.
I stumbled back to bed and laid next to her, throwing my arm casually around her waist.