Chapter 1: Desires
Hello all! For those who have just now come across my stories: I'm Samantha! I started writing on FanFiction when I was twelve. Yeah...twelve. Several years later, I've returned...a bored twenty-three year old college graduate with a desire to write again *superhero spin* I hope you enjoy the beginning of this story I'm trying to create.
I stared at the ceiling of Jacob Black's room. There was endless grooves. They made nonsensical swirls. Each one blended into the next like an infinite connection. Instead of something really deep coming to my mind for an infinite connection, all I could think of was a giant orgy. A ceiling-spackle orgy.
Jacob stopped his pleasuring to come up for air and saw me slipping, "Bells?" he sounded slightly perturbed and possibly embarrassed.
I broke my gaze from the ceiling to drink in the sight of my Jacob. His mouth was in a small frown, glistening with my arousal. This sight brought a wave of feelings that washed over my body from head to toe. I broke the distance between us, grasping his face with my greedy hands, meeting his unexpected and eager lips. I licked my own lubrication off them and danced with his tongue.
His moan was a beautiful melody that pushed me further over the edge. I straddled his hips and rocked against him. He groaned in response and his hands explored my breasts. My nipples hardened.
"Please. No more teasing," I begged him with another rock, "I need this." His hot breath ragged against my throat.
Jacob flipped us with ease eliciting a small creak of his bed, "But," he playfully nipped my chest and licked my right nipple gently, "This is fun."
It was fun. That was the point. No relationship. No rules. Well, except one rule that he made up. It was his definitive line he drew in our friendship – no romantic relationship, no actual sexual intercourse.
I couldn't have a romantic relationship if I tried. I sucked at them. I would forget the obligations, restrictions, and the needs that my significant other would expect from me. Just ask Mike Newton. We played that not-so-fun game for two months before he called quits and ruined my "good" girl reputation. I guess having meaningless sex with another girl while intoxicated at a party wasn't a good excuse.
Jacob brought me back to reality by asking me once again, "Do you wanna change that one little detail that could give us a whole lot more room for...?" He rubbed his erect manhood against my wetness. I couldn't help but whimper in protest.
"You know I can't." I whimpered. I felt a bit of shame, but mostly defensive. His response was immediately a frown, before covering it with a fake neutral line. His erection wasn't so deceiving, and once swollen enough to bust, was losing its growth.
He rolled off me and instead propped on his elbow, "It's been a year and a half, Bella." He was talking about since Edward left. His name wasn't such a blow to the heart anymore, but that also might be because I was a little high.
After Edward left me in the woods I found distractions in dangerous behaviors. The hallucinations of him parenting me against bad decisions gave me life, until they stopped. Too soon I forgot how his voice sounded, how his facial features looked, and even what he wore. Time had a way of erasing things, although again, it could have also been because of the drug use.
Instead of Edward hallucinations, I now had a real-life person to parent me against my bad decisions, Charlie. Of course, Charlie's warnings and threats weren't a desirable outcome. To be honest, one more threat to forcefully move me to Florida with Renee might cause me to lose my absolute shit.
"It has?" I retorted nonchalantly, making my eyes wide and pretending to be in horror. Jacob rolled his eyes at me.
"I'm just saying." He got up and put his shirt back on. He quickly picked up my underwear and shorts and threw them at my face playfully.
"No hard feelings, Black," I started teasingly, "But, if I really wanted some cock that bad...I could probably call Mike, or Tyler, or Eric...hmmm...maybe Ben if I really tried...maybe even Seth would fall-" He made a gagging noise and pretended to retch.
"Nevermind." He tried to make his voice level, but I know he was probably fuming under that cool exterior. It wasn't that I included Seth that caused his friction. It was that I mentioned other males to please me. Jacob wanted to be the only one. He made that pretty clear. His reasoning to put up with my noncommittal ass? I still didn't know.
Would I ever call those people? I wasn't sure to be honest. I didn't have much self-respect anymore and I definitely didn't care what my 'sexual partner' number was. It was more that I knew if I kept Jacob in check with our friendship, that maybe he wouldn't have hopes for a future with me.
I put my clothes back on, raking fingers through my brown locks. I checked my appearance in Jacob's small bedroom mirror before exiting his room without a glance back, "Same time next week?" I joked to him heading into the living room.
Billy glanced up only briefly from his game, "Bye," He grumbled.
"Toodle-loo!" I cheekily called as I exited the house. I heard Jake's faint goodbye. I got into Ol' Trusty – my ancient ass trunk and waited for it to roar to life.
Heading home I found myself absentmindedly singing along to sounds on the radio, "I just want you to come with me..." Ariana Grande bellowed.
"Yeah, literally, Jacob. It's not that hard." I snapped in the next second playing on the innuendo.
There was no denying I had a blue labia from today's encounter. However, tonight was suppose to be fun. Some guys from Seattle Community College were having a small get together in Whiskey Bend. I was invited through a friend of a friend of a friend. Come to think of it, it may not end up being a small get together.
I hit Interstate 101 and pressed the pedal hard. Regardless, Siri let me know my travels would still take almost two hours. I fumbled with my duffle bag trying to find my cigarettes. I found the pack and pulled it out. Dirty vice, but fuck it. I wasn't trying to live a long life.
I propped the cigarette into my mouth, steering with my knee while I lit the end. I inhaled slowly, letting that first pull of the nicotine take some edge off my nerves. I rolled down my window a little and returning my right hand to the wheel.
The smoke flowed out the window as did time. Two hours later, I finally reached my destination: Whiskey Bend.
"Bitch!" Allison joyfully skipped to my car and peeked in, "I smell a cigarette. Can I bum? Craig's out."
Allison was a good friend to me. I met her at a club several months ago, and immediately was captivated. It could be that part of her personality reminded me so much of a close friend I had until Edward ruined it. Unlike Alice, Allison wasn't totally wholesome though. She was a self-proclaimed "gutter-slut" according to her Instagram bio. She was a petite, slim blonde with flowing honey curls that could make any woman green with envy.
"Sure, hon." I handled her one and lit it for her. I grabbed my duffle and started following her into the rented cabin.
"I went ahead and picked our room. Not that we'll be using it much, but it'll do for the weekend." She opened the door to a medium-sized room with two twin beds, complete with a dresser and closet. Her bed had already been claimed with a pile of outfits on it, with a couple of shoes about to drop off the edge.
"Do you want me to sleep here?" I pointedly looked at the messy bed and smiled slyly complimenting my sarcastic tone. I threw my duffle down and laid down on the bed, letting the contents spill everywhere.
Allison laughed and pounced on me, "Maybe sometime soon," She quickly kissed me on the lips and used her right hand to pull my hips closer to hers. I reciprocated and accepted her tongue, relishing in the taste of peppermint and nicotine.
Our hips bumped rhythmically, and my thoughts drifted to one of our fun nights where we had fucked until daylight, high on PCP and drunk off wine coolers. Allison and I had a similar relationship as Jacob and I's except that there were no rules, no restraints, and knew that this would never end in a happily-ever-after.
The way we thought was on a similar wavelength. We were young. We had limited time until our lives would need to change to be considered acceptable by our families and friends – going to college, getting a serious job, and to start becoming "adults."
That was the fear that fueled us.
Allison pulled away, "Hey now...I'm a respectable lady. My boyfriend is downstairs and I don't know how he'd feel about this behavior." She giggled and tossed her shirt aside before wiggling out of her shorts and panties.
"I'm sure...," I kissed her neck, "...He would understand that two very intelligent women have to catch up on all their intense gossip." I shimmed out of my clothing before pushing her onto my bed.
"Intense?" She whimpered. I answered my licking her womanhood, and teasing her clit.
"In...tense." She agreed, and wove her fingers into my hair. I flicked her clit with my tongue and smiled as her hips bounced. The power was intoxicating. I continued to swirl my way through the alphabet before I was rewarded with a sudden flow of wetness overwhelming my face complimented by Allison's moan.
She recovered slowly, and went to return the favor, but I stopped her, "While I would love to...we've been up here for thirty minutes and counting..." Her eyes widened with the understanding.
"Craig." She groaned, and quickly got dressed. I changed into a short t-shirt dress, and started to straighten out Allison's blonde curls. Her honey locks fell back into a decent array. She smiled at me brightly, and exited the room.
I turned to the mirror, and pulled a brush through my now-tangled hair. I sighed and finally gave up when it looked good enough. I quickly donned a few swipes of mascara and added a shimmer lip gloss. The woman in the mirror looked tired and a bit put off. Twice I denied her. Tonight, there would some lucky man who'd get to satisfy my every craving. There would be no more denying what I needed.
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*spackle - In the United States, spackling paste is a putty used to fill holes, small cracks, and other minor surface defects in wood, drywall, and plaster. Typically, spackling is composed of gypsum plaster from hydrated calcium sulfate and glue.