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P.S - If you are wondering how a newbie has a story up already? I've been working on this for the past two weeks, before I felt I should really kick my ass into gear and sign up, lol.

Spoiler alert: There may be a lemon added within this chapter :)

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer is the sole owner to these wonderful characters. I don't own a thing.

Chapter 1!

I slowly found myself re-wakening to the land of the living with a pounding feeling in my head and a nasty taste in my mouth.

But that wasn't the only thing my body was starting to notice. My arm twitched, it seems to be stretched over something or someone's warm body, which my head was also resting on.

Wait… What. The. Fuck?

I suddenly sat up so fast, like I'd been stung; as the realisation dawned on me, I forgot about the pounding feeling in my head, and then I held my head in my hands to stop the dizziness.

I slowly removed my hands from my face and head and glanced down at the person next to me. My eyes may as well have departed from my skull.

Holy fucking Jesus… That can't be… Surely not?

I bet Lauren Mallory will suddenly turn all nice tomorrow at Port Angeles college, instead of the mean fake-ass bitch she normally is. Like that's gonna happen.

I pinched my lower left arm long enough so I would feel it, hoping I wouldn't, so I would know this was all one crazy-ass fucker of a dream and not reality.

Like always, bad-luck and trouble seemed to plague me lately and I flung myself back down onto the soft sheets of the bed.

I was lying next to none other than Jasper freaking Whitlock, the god of Rock and fucking Roll. I was in bed with the Rock God himself.

I felt slightly amused as an image of Lauren Mallory and Jessica Stanley's facial expressions popped into my head when I told them I'd fucked the Rock God himself. They'd be seriously jealous and gossipy to the point I'd not find them amusing anymore. Of course I wouldn't actually tell them because they'd never let me live this one down.

Unfortunately for me and Angela Webber, most of Forks bloody High followed us to Port Angeles college and only a few ventured a little further away from home comforts. I guess like us, people stuck close to home because it's cheaper and not that far to drive.

So deeply lost in my thoughts, not even really seeing anything, I froze as I felt the bed shift and an arm slump over my mid-section and pull me into a musky embrace.

Oh, shit… time for confrontations. I wondered if he even remembered last night. I remembered parts, but of blurred visions and little snippets.

I was sure as hell gonna kill the fucker who spiked my bloody drink, if I ever found out who did it, if they did it, and if my drink even got spiked. Cause I'm pretty darn sure I'd never drunk enough alcohol before to lead to a one night stand with a fucking celebrity, or famous person in general.

I felt his head move to rest in the swell of my breasts, and that's when I realised I was naked as the day I was born. Shock ran through my veins as I realised he was, too, judging by his little friend below resting against my thigh…

Well there blows my innocence. What the hell happened last night? I may not be innocent in the verbal world, but I was innocent in the not having had sex sense.

I blushed as the realisation sunk in, and judging by the heat in my cheeks, I'd turned beet red. How fan-fucking-tastic; I hoped he didn't choose this moment to properly wake up.

I tried to calm my heartbeat that seemed to have sped up at the same time as realisation dawned on me that I'd lost my virginity to Jasper Whitlock and don't even remember it.

I never really had thought of a way that I'd wanted to lose my virginity, not like how girls dream of planning their wedding, but I sure would have liked to remember it.

I felt lips trail up from the swell of my breasts, up my collar bone and to the crook of my neck. His full weight on top of me, including his manly parts, pressed against my own lower regions. I felt him breathe in my scent, and his breath tickled my sensitive skin there and sent a shiver running through my body.

I felt his lips form a smile against the skin of my neck, clearly pleased with my reaction to his actions. His lips started sucking and moving northwards to my earlobe, which he took in his mouth as his hands started exploring my body.

As soon as he started his work on my body, a sound escaped my mouth, slipping out beyond my control, and that's when things started to heat up.

Both of our bodies seemed to meld together, and when our eyes met for the first time in a more sober meeting we seemed to become lost in each other's eye-lock, until he closed the distance when his lips met mine.

There were no words shared between us; we both fell into the kiss, my arms seemed to act of their own accord and wound their way around his neck, my hands entangled in his golden locks, our legs tangled together.

His hands and arms moved around my head, caving me in his musky embrace. The kiss got a little heated and domineering, and one of his arms removed themselves and his hand went southward, ghosting down my side and slipped in between us.

He paused when he reached his little friend, but I could tell from him just lying against me there was nothing little about this man.

He opened his eyes at the same time I did, silently asking for permission, and I gave him a small nod of okay for him to continue.

Hell, I wanted to remember something of the night before, even if it was the morning after.

The man positioned himself at my entrance as I spread my legs a little wider, giving him room to move in. His eyes remained locked with mine throughout the whole process, and when the tip of his member met my folds he stilled as his head entered my passageway.

With one swift movement he was buried deep inside me. We both gasped at the feeling, and I suddenly realised why everyone makes such a big deal about this whole sex thing.

It was slow and sweet and the most amazing feeling ever and something I'd remember for the rest of my life, this magical moment I was sharing with this god of a man.

His head rested against my forehead and his arm found its way back around my head; our eyes never left each other's and it was sweet he was making love to me, of all people.
I'm nothing special, just a girl from a small town. Divorced parents, a step-dad and sister I don't get on with, a hairbrained mother I spent the first part of my life basically being a parent to, and then moving to live with my real dad when things got rough living with my mum, her new husband and step-daughter Tanya she seemed to favour these days.

When we came close to reaching our highs, our hips rocking together in perfect rhythm, the most amazing feeling started bubbling within me as he leaned in to capture my lips. His thrusts picked up speed, sensing I was close to reaching my peak. I'd read about this kind of intimate part of life, but actually experiencing it was a totally different feeling.

When I came with him at the same time, he removed his lips from mine as he roared which echoed around the room, mixing with my screams of ecstasy as we came crashing down.

We both collapsed; well, he collapsed on top of me, still shaking as he finished his release, as I. Neither of us said a word still, just soaked in the moment we just shared.

It was an amazing feeling and an amazing experience. We didn't plan it, it just happened.

We didn't speak until our bodies calmed down from the high. He rolled off of me, gasping as he left the inside of my body and pulled me into his side.

'Amazin'' he whispered in a southern accent that made me want him all over again.

'Mmm' was all I could utter out. I wondered if he registered I was a virgin until last night, and that he was my first.

He turned his head to face me, our eyes met.

'How?' he asked.

I shrugged, unsure of what to say, my cheeks blushing crimson all over again.

'I… I don't remember much from last night except waking up with a pounding head this morning and realising I wasn't alone at home in my own bed,' I answered honestly.

'Jesus fuckin' Christ. How much alcohol did we drink last night?' Jasper asked, 'Not that I'm regrettin' it, darlin', and even though I don't remember much of last night, this morning was amazing and the best feeling waking up with you in my bed.'

I smiled warily and said in a small, shy voice, 'Thanks… I don't normally do this kind of thing.'

'You've never just had random sex before?' he asked, sounding shocked.

'Um… no. Never!' I replied nervously, feeling awkward.

Jasper raised his eyebrow, shifting.

'You mean… as in' never, never?'

I blushed a deep shade of red and nodded, looking the other way in embarrassment.

What surprised me was when Jasper's hand came behind my neck and pulled me back down to him for a long, hard kiss that took my breath away.

'There's no need to be embarrassed, darlin'. I'm glad you where honest with me and that you let me be your first. We would have all been there at some point,' he whispered against my lips, lowering me back against the bed sheets as he hovered over me again.

'I don't understand what I'm feelin', but I feel like I can't just let this be a one-night stand. My mind and heart are tellin' me there's something more.'

His southern accent was clear and more obvious with each word he spoke, and he had a Texan tone to his accent.

I felt my eyes prick with tears at his words and he whipped them away with his thumbs as they fell uncontrollably down my cheeks at his words.

I never expected this would be the outcome of our encounter, and I'd never dreamed I would end up in the bed of a rock god and that for some reason he'd want to be with me.

I just nodded and pulled him in for a kiss.

- I hope my first time writing a lemon was okay.

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