Here it is! My first story on this account! As said in my profile, this is my alternative account, created because I don't feel comfortable having my younger friends/family who know of that other account reading stories with smut (lol... I don't want to corrupt them more than I already have hahaha).
The link to my other account is on my profile, and I reccommend that you readers visit. One of my stories, My Beloved Window, has been nominated for 4 different awards at Twilight Awards (dot) com. fanfictiondotnet is really weird about posting links in stories, so I'll include that in my profile as well. Check it out and I hope you'll find it good enough to vote for me when the time comes! (July 7th, if my memory serves me right...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight or it's characters, no matter how many cults I form, worshipping the series... damn... (lol)
It was like your typical high school party: booze, dancing, laughter, gossip, drama, sex, and (of course) party games. The only difference between this and your average high school party was that the party attendance consisted of only thirteen people, and said people weren't even in high school anymore.
We were just a bunch of friends, chilling at one of our houses, enjoying a couple weeks away from the crazy world our lives had become, and who knew that having that much liquor could make us regress back to the childish antics that our lives had been composed of back when we all knew each other?
Nine years had passed since we all graduated together (except for my best friend who was two years younger), and we never stayed as close as we would have liked. This was our reunion. This was the time for us to catch up with everyone on what had come to pass since the Good Ole Days, and see what we had all made of ourselves.
Of course, we knew the basics: what everyone did, which of us had been married by now, where we all lived... but those simple facts didn't define who we were anymore, and we all knew that a change was needed. That we needed to know each other again.
So, we planned this two week escape to Carlisle and Esme's summer home in Napa, California. Carlisle had inherited the place from his grandparents, who had built the beautiful vineyard themselves, and now it was one of the largest estates in northern California.
I was the fourth person to arrive, and was greeted by someone flinging herself at me.
"OH-MEH-GOSH-BELLSIE-ITS-BEEN-FIVE-MONTHS-I-MISSED-YOU-SO-MUCH-YOU-LOOK-SO-GOOD-HOW-HAVE-YOU-BEEN?!" I laughed at her enthusiasm; Alice would never change, it seemed, no matter how many years had passed.
"I missed you too, Alice. Now if you loosen your death grip around me, I can set my bags down and hug you properly." She immediately let me go and I put my luggage down to embrace her. I knew that would work: Alice Brandon Whitlock had always been a sucker for my hugs... they were just something that I did better than everybody else on the planet. Seriously... ask anyone and they'll tell you the same thing.
After squeezing the hell (in a good way, of course) out of my old best friend, I asked her who else has arrived.
"Well, Cal and Ez-" I sighed—she always had the weirdest nicknames for everyone..."-got here yesterday to set everything up, Jazz and I showed up an hour ago, Jasey got here about 5 minutes before you did, Bellsie... oh and-"
It took me a moment to comprehend what she was telling me with her strange names for everyone, but once my brain understood her words, my actions were thus: "JACOB'S-HERE-AND-YOU-DIDN'T-TELL-ME-RIGHT-AWAY-HOW-COULD-YOU-DO-THAT-WHERE-IS-HE?!" I suppose it was my turn to overreact in excitement now.
Jacob had been my best friend since birth, almost. Our fathers were good friends, and when he was born a couple years after me, we became friends, too. He had been with me through thick and thin, rain and shine, hot and cold, and I loved him for it. He was my first friend, my first kiss in the second grade (he gave me my yellow crayon back after Emmett stole it from me and made me cry), hell, I even lost my virginity to that boy.
Not that we had a sexual or romantic relationship now (although I admit, we did tease each other with innuendos and such from time to time... but one couldn't really blame me for encouraging that... he was quite the good looking fellow after all *wink wink*)... we were just friends and it had always been that way—we had just wanted to experience certain things together because we had trusted each other implicitly. He was my rock, my salvation, my Jacob. And now My Jacob was here, after me not seeing him for four years and I was too excited for my own good.
Alice smiled that knowing smile of hers, and I wondered what she had up her sleeve.
"He's upstairs, on the third floor... near the end of the hall!!" she shouted after me, as I was already running towards the staircase at the far end of the foyer.
After having tripped several times (being the clumsy person that I am), I made it to the landing of the third floor. Now what was it that Alice had said? End of the hall?
I walked to the room directly ahead of me, the door to which stood ajar. I snuck in, staying as quiet as possible, and approached the man who was bent over his suitcase, sorting through the clothes inside and giving me an excellent view of the most wonderful ass in the world, encased in a pair of dark blue jeans. He must have been working out: he had a cute butt before, but now it was... miraculous.
I walked right up behind him and slipped my hands in his back pockets, saying, "Nice ass, did you get it looking that good just for me?"
But as he stood up, I realized my mistake.
This wasn't Jacob's room; this was Edward's.
I blushed scarlet as he turned around to face me, an arrogant smirk on his face. "While I thank you for your compliment, Bella, I'm sorry to disappoint you in saying that I work out for personal satisfaction, and not to gain the favor of any lady, no matter how beautiful she is." He took my hand and kissed it, making me turn even redder.
"I'm so sorry! I thought Alice said that this was-"
"Jacob's room?" I nodded and he sighed. Although those two didn't hate each other, per se, they had never really gotten along well either. "That's alright, love, he's the door on the right." I flushed anew at the endearment he gave me as he turned back to his bags.
I knew I shouldn't be affected by him this much; he had always called me names like that, but I couldn't get over the connotations that name would have if we had a different kind of relationship. And add on to that how handsome he looked, how much fuller and matured his face had gotten since I had last seen him, and how toned his body was compared to the scrawny kid I had a crush on before... I was smitten all over again, but now I had much more adult feelings than I'd felt for him back then. The wonderful young man I had known had grown up in the nine years since I'd last seen him face-to-face, the week before we both left for college.
And in those years, he had always held a place in my heart, and that's probably why I hadn't been able to accept my boyfriend's proposal; Tyler had taken it well when I said that I just wasn't ready for that type of commitment, and we still stayed together for several months afterward. But in the end it didn't work out. His band (I know... a musician... but he was a sweet, smart, sexy one, at least) got their big break, so he quit his job, moved out of our apartment and into LA. I went to one of their concerts a couple months ago; they weren't that bad. Tyler even saw me from the audience and brought me backstage for the after party and I met his new fiancee. He was a really good guy, even if he wasn't the guy for me.
"Bella?" Edward's voice shook me out of my reveries.
"Yes?" I asked, just about to exit his room.
He walked up to me and my breath caught as he pulled me into a tight hug and whispered in my ear, "I've missed you more than you can imagine... nine long years... don't even let it be nine hours, nine minutes before I can see you again... do you promise, love?"
I couldn't answer. I couldn't breathe. I just looked into his brilliant green eyes and let myself get lost in them, still being held tight in his embrace with his left arm across my back, gripping my left hip firmly and holding my body close to him as his right hand playing with the strands of hair falling over the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes in contentment and leaned my head against his chest.
"Bella," he whispered again,"do you promise?"
"Promise what?" I murmured against his chest.
He chuckled, causing vibrations to seep into my body, making me want to purr in response.
Wait, purr?? I blushed just at the thought. He noticed and removed his arms from around me and placed them on my cheeks, studying my face for the source of my embarrassment.
When he couldn't seem to find justification, he asked, "Why the charming blush?"
"I don't know," I breathed out the lie, my lungs going crazy and my heart racing like there the was no tomorrow.
But before he could respond, there was a resounding "BELLA!!" from down the hall and I was ripped backward from Edward and pulled into another room, Edward's face disappearing behind a closed door, separating us. I turned around to face my kidnapper and saw the one and only Jacob Black. I remembered that I was looking for him in the first place and I flung myself at him, wrapping my arms around his broad frame.
"Oh, God, Bells... I've missed you so much! I haven't seen you in four years, baby! How you been, munchkin?"
"Fine," I said in a shaky voice. My breathing was erratic and my heart thumped; even my fingers were trembling, just remembering the feel of Edward pressed up against me and how I wanted him to make me purr in pleasure, and-
"Is it Edward again?" he asked quietly. Once again, I knew how the two seemed to silently dislike each other, but that couldn't stop me from confessing to my best friend about my feelings for Edward.
I nodded. "He makes me so frustrated."
"Want me to kick his ass for you?" he joked.
What, that precious thing? Hell no! No harm was coming to that if I had anything to say about it. My strange thoughts were interrupted by me blurting out, "Not that type of frustrated," and a silly grin spread across my face.
He got the meaning of my phrase right away and he frowned briefly, before changing his tune. A mischievous smile brightened up his face as he asked, "How are you going to deal with that frustration?"
I smiled in return.
Okay, so maybe I had lied earlier when I said there was never anything sexual going on between Jacob and I. True, there wasn't anything romantic, but we were on occasion, what could be called "friends with benefits," an arrangement that had served us well in the past. He was the perfect person to take my frustrations out on, and he didn't have anything bad to say about our arrangement either.
"Oh, I think that I'm just going to go take a shower or something. Play a little solitaire." I grinned. I knew I had him.
"Solitaire. Really. By yourself?" He stepped closer to me.
"Mm-hm. That's usually how it's played." I smiled coyly up at him and took a small step away.
"Don't you want to play with someone?" He took a few more steps closer to me.
"Mm, maybe I just want to play with myself." I backed away until he had me pinned against a wall.
"And what if I want to play with your self?" By now his lips were only inches from mine.
"Too bad," I wanted to say, but before I could even get the first word out completely, he crashed his lips to my own. I moaned in response and hitched my leg up, rubbing it up and down his while he kissed me. He knew what that meant: let's get down to business, fuck (pun intended) the foreplay. I still had to greet Carlisle and Esme and put my stuff up in my room after all.
Jacob put his hands on my ass, lifting me up so our faces were level as he carried me over to the bed. He softly dropped me before climbing on top of my body. I already had my shirt off and my skirt was unzipped and halfway down my legs while he was in his undershirt and undoing his belt when there was a knock on the door.
"Ignore it," Jake said without any real hope in his voice. I already had my discarded clothes back on so he just sighed and buckled himself back up and rolled over on the bed as I jogged over to the door and opened it.
There Edward stood with that sexy crooked smile on his face. He looked over at Jacob lying with his back facing the door (probably trying to hide his massive erection... and I do mean massive; I nearly broke into a sweat at the amazing memories). If I didn't know better, I'd say that he knew what he was interrupting and was pleased that he had interceded.
He leaned down to my ear and said, "Nine minutes, love." His breath tickled my skin and my breathing stopped again. He stood back up and said in a more detached voice, "Carlisle and Esme wanted to welcome you and Alice is upset that 'Little Jasey' here is hogging her 'BFF'... " Edward smirked over at Jacob when he said the name, as if trying to get a rise out of him.
"Yeah, we'll be down in a minute, Eddsie," Jacob called from his position over on the bed. Apparently it worked. Edward's smirk became more pronounced when he noticed this as well.
"Yeah, just a minute, Edward," I smiled at him. He frowned.
"Can I walk you down, love?" he asked, an all-too-innocent smile playing on his lips.
I blushed as I looked over at Jacob, then back at Edward. It was a hard choice to make, but I couldn't leave my best friend all alone when I was the one who provoked him in the first place. "Another time, Edward. We have two weeks together, remember?"
I think the frown might have returned to his beautiful face, but it was hard to be sure because it was gone when I looked closer. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down so I could whisper in his ear. "Not even nine minutes this time, alright?"
"Alright," he smiled, and my heart lifted at the sight of his amazing crooked grin. Then he left, which was a good thing because I was getting dangerously close to attacking him, and I knew that wouldn't end well.
I closed the door after him and approached Jacob. "What's the situation, Bud?" I asked in a sexy voice, running my fingers up his thigh.
"Situation resolved at the sight of you whispering seductively to him," he snarled, making me draw my hand back.
Wow, that was unexpected. So much for the mutual dislike being silent.
All I could think to say to that was, "I wasn't trying to be seductive..."
He sighed. "You don't have to try, Bells, and I don't want him getting any ideas about you because you can't help how irresistible you are."
"He's supposed to get ideas, remember? I have feelings for him."
He scoffed and I began to worry about them rooming so close together. But I put those thoughts on the back burner.
"Come on, then," I said, taking his hand to pull him up, but he was stronger and pulled me down on top of him instead. I felt his excitement on my leg and exclaimed, "Why, you little liar!" before trailing my hand down and resting it on top of his straining jeans.
"True, I did lie. It's not as if I can get rid of such a problem so easily when it's you invol-OLVED!" I had started rubbing him through the material and surprised him by grabbing him firmly through the denim. "Jesus, Bells, do you want me to explode right here in my pants?"
"Your fault for not taking them off," I said innocently, making him remove them in lightning speed. I giggled at his eagerness and pretended to walk away.
He grabbed my arm to stop me. "You're not really going to leave me here, are you Bells?"
The look on his face was priceless, so I couldn't help but mess with his mind for a little bit.
"No, of course not." He smiled in relief and his shoulders relaxed. "I'm going to watch you."
"What?! You're just going to stand there; you're not going to help?" I nodded. "That's really mean, Bells." I kept a straight face as he reached into his boxers and grabbed a hold of himself, giving me a slight glare, before closing his eyes as his hand started sliding back and forth.
I decided to end his misery and walked over to lay on the bed next to him, leaning on top as my hand joined his. He smiled and opened his eyes, the lust gleaming in them, and his other hand reached up to one of my breasts. He was rough, but not violent; just sensual and strong. I let out a moan that his lips reached up to strangle, all the while, both of us still working his erection.
A little adjustment later and I was straddling his legs, both of my hands working him and one of his hands still on my breast, the other at the nape of my neck, holding my lips to his own. It took him a minute for him to notice my new position, and when he did, his hands left their positions and instead slid up my thighs, under my skirt. I moaned deeply into his mouth when his hand slid into my panties.
"No, Jake," I breathed, even though I desperately wanted him to continue. "There's not enough time for more... people are waiting... Just cum for me now, Jake..." I soothed.
And he did.
"I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier, Bells."
His eyes showed his sincerity, so I couldn't deny him forgiveness. "It's fine, Jake, I know you didn't mean it. I'm going to head down, now... why don't you clean yourself up, and I'll meet you down in a few minutes, alright?"
"Alright, Bells," he smiled, leaning down to kiss me. I turned my face so his lips met my cheek and he frowned, but he should have known better. I sighed and left him in his room, going to the hall bathroom to wash my hands.
It was one thing to kiss in the throes of passion, but it was quite another when we were speaking normally. We were just friends; we weren't even lovers technically, and kissing was a representation of romantic interest, which wasn't what we were about.
When I approached the bottom of the stairs I saw more people gathered there. Alice, Jasper, Edward, Carlisle, Esme, Angela, Lauren, and Emmett (yes, the same Emmett who stole my yellow crayon all those years ago) had all arrived. My excitement got the better of me and I hurried down the last several steps, leading to my oh-so-graceful slipping. Edward hurried up the last few steps to help me while everyone else just laughed. They were used to it even after all these years and knew that I wasn't seriously hurt.
But my knight in shining armor wasn't like everyone else, and he bounded forward and picked me up as if I was light as a feather, carrying me down until I was safely on flat ground.
"Why, thank you, good sir," I curtsied.
"You are most welcome, fair maiden," he bowed.
"Stop flirting and give me a hug, wench!" Emmett yelled playfully. I blushed at his insinuation, turned, and literally jumped at him, giving him my version of a bear hug. He laughed. "That's more like it!"
"Get off! I want to hug her, too!" shouted Alice, despite the fact that I already greeted her earlier.
Emmett let me go, but before Alice could have a chance, Edward took hold of me again.
"Eight and a half minutes... you were cutting it close. What kept you?" he whispered in my ear, making me turn red.
"I was talking to Jake... and then you know how I am with stairs so I was just taking my time... Three flights is a long way to fall down!" I chuckled nervously; Jake and I had decided a long time ago to keep our bedroom activities on the down low... it was our business and no one else's.
"I see," he said, as if he didn't see at all. His mouth was smiling, but his eyes were sad. I had to cheer him up.
"Don't worry, Edward, no matter how much Jake and I get it on, you're still my main squeeze!" I said jokingly and hugged him tightly as if what I was saying wasn't true at all.
He smiled and gripped me tighter, too, but I still saw a little bit of the sadness in his eyes. "Cheer up," I whispered. "We have two weeks of nothing to do but be together like old times."
"Will it be exactly like old times?" he grinned back, making me blush. I began to wonder if it was possible that he might have actually been flirting with me. Or was it just a foolish hope?
"I already told you two, stop flirting!!" Emmett shouted, pulling his best friend away from me.
I was blushing like crazy when Alice flung herself at me again and I buried my red face in her shoulder. Soon I had been passed around in hugs to almost everyone in the group, Lauren being the exception, of course. She just rolled her eyes at me and I gave her a polite wave, which she returned with a fake smile and terse "hello." I had no idea why she decided to hate me when Angela introduced her to us (they were cousins, and Lauren had come to live with the Webers in junior year), but her distaste for me was something was would remain constant throughout our trip here, it seemed.
Not too long after Jacob joined us downstairs, Mike and Jessica showed up. No one was very happy about them accompanying us, but they were a part of our high school group (because of Lauren, of course, who had spilled news of the invite to them), so we all plastered smiles on our faces and gave them hugs, too. Mike held onto me a little too long for comfort, and from my peripheral vision I saw Edward and Jacob fighting quietly about who was going to rescue me from the Mike Newton Hug Of Doom.
Eventually, Jasper came forward and put his hand on Mike's shoulder. "Hey, man, long time no see. How you been?" Mike let me go and turned his attention to Jazz and I mouthed a thank you to him before Jessica ensnared me.
"Oh, my God, Bella! You look really good! I mean your boobs look awesome in that shirt!" I blushed and looked at the floor.
"It's true," Emmett conceded, making me laugh and Alice smack his head. I looked up at Mike, Jake and Edward, who were all nodding their heads in agreement with what the idiot had said: Mike was enthusiastic, Jake was emphatic (he had just given them a good feelin' up after all), and Edward's nod was politely detached, though his eyes showed what I guessed was laughter at my expense. Alice smacked them, too, though not as hard because they hadn't actually had the nerve to speak their thoughts. Jasper and Carlisle were smart and didn't acknowledge what was said at all, earning them kisses from their wives. I just sent playful glares at Emmett, Edward and Jacob, ignored Mike altogether and crossed my arms over my chest. I wasn't usually one to wear tank tops or anything revealing, but the weather here was really hot and I had changed in the car.
Meanwhile, Jessica was continuing with her rambling as if nothing had happened. "...Seriously! It's been too long since you visited Forks! I mean, I hear you visited your precious Jakey-poo in New York a few years back, but you can't even go back to your home town?"
"Is that true, Bella? You visited Jacob?" Edward looked hurt by this development. They both lived in NYC after all.
"I was in only town for that one day for his birthday," I murmured, not looking him in the eye.
"You never visited me for one of my birthdays," he pouted.
"I was turning twenty-one, Eddsie; I had to have the number one lady in my life to get shitfaced with... the look on her face the next morning after she remembered the night before was priceless!" he smirked over at Edward, insinuating things that actually hadn't happened, things that were the original plan, but no one was supposed to know about. I stared at him open mouthed.
"I'm sure he would have understood if you wanted to see me for a few hours," Edward said as his pout became even more pronounced. He looked so cute like that, that it was hard not to smile, both at his sad look and the fact that Jacob would NOT have understood.
"I'm sorry, Edward. Next time I get wasted it will be with you." I smiled at him and gently rubbed his arm, but let it pass as a joke.
He played along. "Promise that I'll get the same experiences as Jakey-boy?" he grinned, the intensity of his eyes belittling the smile on his face.
Now I was mad at Jake. His not-so-subtle phrases had led everyone to question our friendly relationship. So I decided to play hard ball.
"Sure, Edward," I said, glaring at Jake, who was glaring at Edward, who was looking shocked at me for saying yes. Then I continued. "We'll both get so drunk that I'll let you grope me for an hour because I'm too smashed to care and then you can try to actually get me in bed but be too drunk to actually get it up and spend the next few minutes pissed off that you 'missed your opportunity' until you pass out. After all, that's how it went, right, Jakey-boy?? You'll get to see the same look of amusement on my face, too. Does that sound like a good plan to you, Edward?"
"Hearing you suggest that considering the circumstances just might be the highlight of my life," he responded, attempting to hold in a laugh at the expression on Jacob's face, which was a mix between embarrassed, astonished, and pissed off.
"You're so funny, Bella!" Jessica exclaimed, breaking the silence that had fallen upon the room. "So, when are you going to visit Forks?" she asked again.
"Why don't I show you to your room, Jess, honey?" Esme asked, leading her up the stairs, and Carlisle left to escort Mike shortly after.
"That reminds me! I still don't know where I'm supposed to be sleeping at," I said, noticing my bags still waiting next to the door.
"Well," Alice chipped in, "everybody loves you!"
I smiled at her. "Okay... what does that mean?"
"You're sharing a room."
"Alright, with who?" I was desperately hoping it wasn't Rose or Lauren...
"Whoever you want! Well, except Jazz and me or Esme and Carlisle... I don't think you want to be in the same room as that in the middle of the night HAHAHAHAHA!!"
Her over the top laugh was infectious and everybody in the room was chuckling with her. She proceeded to tell me that Angela and Lauren were also sharing a room, as were Emmett and Edward, and everyone else had singles.
"Share with me, Bells!" Jacob said in an excited voice.
"Hell, no! I'm still mad at you from earlier!" I exclaimed, and I swear I saw Edward smirk out of the corner of my eye.
"Stay with us, Bella!" Emmett yelled.
I blushed. Sleep in the same room as Edward? That idea had definite possibilities.
"Excellent idea," Edward said, smiling innocently over at me from Emmett's left.
To Edward's left was Jacob, who was glaring daggers at Emmett for suggesting that. "Aw, come on, Bells, you know you'll forgive me by tonight... and it'll be too crowded with three people in one room anyway... plus, they probably snore!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed at him. He was going through every excuse possible to try to get me to share his room, which I actually was planning to do until I heard Emmett's suggestion. "You snore, too, Jake," I stated simply.
"And it's the biggest room in the house, besides Carlisle and Esme's master bedroom... it has it's own bathroom and everything!" Alice put in.
"And I'm planning on being in Rose's room as much as possible anyway," Emmett grinned.
"You and Rose, eh?" Jasper smiled and elbowed Emm.
"Oh yeah... We had a great night when I saw her about 8 months ago, and on the phone she kept saying how much she was dying to see me and how she was looking forward to talking... and with my Rosie, you know what that means..."
"Oh yeah... seeing an old friend and talking... that sounds awesome, Emmett," Jacob muttered.
"Shut it, Jasey!" Alice said playfully, "Edward, go bring Bella's bags to you boys' room!" He threw a very crooked grin in my direction, then followed Alice's instructions.
"Yes! Bella's bunking with us!" Emmett thrust his arms in the air in triumph and I couldn't help but giggle at his childishness.
"No, she's not. You're with me, mister," spoke the authoritative voice of the one and only Rosalie Hale.
We all turned to the door to see that Miss Hale was very, very, pregnant.