This was an entry for the
"Black Friday" one-shot contest on
The Two Sides of Twilight Forum
(The contest is over now)
Stephenie Meyer owns the Twilight saga and all its characters except for Paul's last name which is used by permission from the generous Yay4Shanghai.
Thank you to Wolf Lover. Hannah Colville for taking the time to read over my story and help me make it better!
Most of all, thank you to my Beta, the amazingly awesome Don'tCallMeLeeLee for all the support & encouragement!!! I love ya, girl!!! You're the best!!!
Hello everyone! This is my first time posting anything I've written on FanFiction, which inspired the name and idea for my first story, LOL!!!
Because It's My First Time
Leah's POV, Pre-New Moon, before Sam phases
"Wake up, sleepy head!" Emily happily sang at me.
"Ugh," I mumbled back.
"Come on, Leah, we have lots of shopping to do and so little time to get it done!"
"What time is it?" I grumbled
"5 am."
"What?"
"I told you yesterday we have to be at the mall when it opens at 8am"
"Then why are you waking me up at 5?"
"Well, we have to pick up Rach and Becca, then get some drive through breakfast to sustain us while we shop till we drop, then in takes 2 hours to drive to the Westfield mall in Seattle and then…"
"Seattle?"
"This is Black Friday, Leah. The podunk malls around here just won't cut it!" Emily said like it was completely obvious.
"Black Friday?"
"The biggest shopping day of the year, Leah! The day all the stores are having their best sales for Christmas gifts!"
"How could I have forgotten?" I stated sarcastically.
I'd never cared much for shopping. It was a necessity, not a desired way to spend the day, but since Sam and I started dating I've let myself get dragged to the mall more than ever. My cousin Emily loved to shop because it was one of her ways of taking care of the people she loves, along with cooking. So she usually headed up these expeditions, whenever she came to visit me.
When she discovered my two closest friends, the Black twins, also loved to shop, the frequency of our shopping trips increased ten fold. Well actually, Becca was a fashionista but Rach was more like me. We liked to look nice but didn't make it our main focus. Rachel Black was dragged by her twin sister Rebecca like I was dragged by Emily who was like a sister to me.
I may put up a front like I didn't want to go shopping with them but I knew exactly why I agreed to this. Over the years their fashion consulting helped me get my first date and my first kiss with Sam. Now I was hoping that they would help me pick just the right attire for when Sam and I took our relationship to the next step…
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"Dad is going to love this!" Becca squealed with excitement.
"Yeah, he will, so you win," Rachel conceded, then added "but I'm gonna hate it!"
I had to feel sorry for Rachel for having to share her living room with "Billy Bass" this coming Christmas on. More reason to run away to college and never come back.
It was no secret. I knew both Rachel and Becca made a pact together, when their mother was killed and their father paralyzed by a drunk driver, that they would not be trapped in LaPush with all the constant reminders of what they had lost. Becca was working on hooking up with one of the surfers that came to LaPush on vacation to take her far away. "Education isn't a priority when you're a trophy wife" she always said but Rachel wanted to become an architect and travel the world designing amazing pieces of art for people to live and work in.
"OK ladies, we have accomplished a lot today but I think we need to break for lunch before we finish up."
"I need to replenish my stamina" Becca said with a dreamy look in her eyes "I still haven't found the perfect gift for Rommel yet".
Emily and I groaned.
"Not him again!" Rachel mumbled under her breath.
Rommel is the Samoan surfer from Hawaii that Becca had dated over the summer but when he went home in September there was no mention, on his part, about ever seeing her again, but Becca seemed convinced they were still dating, though.
She always said he would come back for her and they would be married when they graduated high school. Becca was usually not so delusional but she somehow thought he was as madly in love with her as she was with him. She would write him letters all the time and send him little gifts on their month-a-versary. As far as I know he hasn't written back.
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I stepped out of the glass elevator into the second floor food court and I was overwhelmed by all the choices I had.
"I'm hitting Panda Express," Rachel called out.
"Clam chowder for me," Emily piped in.
"I want Subway!" Becca interjected.
After a pause they all looked at me.
"What?" I replied.
"Which one do you want?" Emily asked me "Chowder, Subs or Chinese?"
We had a rule that if two of us picked the same place, then majority rules and that's where we'd all eat. They always made me decide, but today I wasn't in the mood.
"Actually I wanted a burger and some fries" I answered simply.
"Ugh," Becca huffed "anyone care to pick something else?"
All of us were looked down at our shoes, not really wanting to change our choice. After a few moments of silence, Emily spoke up again
"How 'bout we all get our food at the place we want to eat and meet back here at this table by the window? We can all leave our coats hanging on the chairs and no one will take our place!"
"'kay," I said as I quickly turned and headed for Dairy Queen.
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As we were all eating our food Emily and Becca started planning out the second half of our day. It was decided to hit Nordstrom's then Bath & Body Works, then Children's Place to buy Emily's niece Claire some cloths. We were about ready to toss our garbage and began our mission when Becca looked at me.
"You haven't bought many gifts yet, Leah. Is there somewhere you wanted to shop that we don't have planned for yet?"
I shook my head no, but I really wanted to say yes.
I wanted them to help me pick a special outfit to wear on my date with Sam this Friday night. It was our 2 year anniversary.
I mindlessly followed the other girls as they held up item after item for a group vote on whether or not this was the best gift possible for so and so. Actually, I wasn't paying attention to anything they were saying.
I was thinking about my date with Sam. We've been planning for three months that this would be Sam and my first time together. He would finally be able to kiss me and hold me without rushing. I could sprawl out naked on the big soft bed instead of being cramped and cold in the back seat of Arin's tiny car. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted some nice Lingerie, but I had no idea what to buy.
About a year ago, when it became a regular occurrence for Sam to take my shirt off, I started buying some matching bra and panty sets. They were all cotton, much too everyday for such a special night… I needed help but how could I ask?
I had just about decided to keep my mouth shut and shop later, by myself, in Port Angeles. I had to pick up the book I ordered on architecture of the world for Rachel, anyway. Maybe I could find something on my own. It can't be that hard? I always was an independent kinda girl, why did I think I needed my friends to help me now?
That's when I noticed all three of them staring at me with a range of expressions. Becca was pissed as she held up the 15th little black purse she had showed us in the last ½ hour. Emily looked like she didn't know why I wasn't answering. Rachel gave me the 'I know there's something up with you so don't try to hide it' look.
"I think Leah and I will head over to look at the Disney store while you two finish up picking the perfect holiday accessories. We'll meet you at the car in one hour" Rachel said without pausing for one of them to challenge her. She grabbed me by my wrist, spun around on her heel and quick as a whip, she dragged me with her down the isle. The other two didn't seem to mind because I could hear them talking as we walked away. They were already back to listing the pros & con's of this particular purse.
As soon as we got into the breezeway Rachel used her grip on my wrist to spin me around so I was facing her.
"What's up with you, Leah?" she asked looking me straight in the eyes.
I have a good half a foot on her in height but Rachel could be really intimidating when she wanted to be. She stared me down. I knew I could argue with her but it probably wouldn't get me out of having to say anything. And now part of me kinda wanted to tell her. Rachel had always been my best friend. Our mom's were friends back in high school so they were always hanging out together and us kids all got thrown in together. I was good friends with Becca too, but there was just something about the genuineness of Rachel that made her my best friend.
"Leah!" Rachel stated a little louder then needed.
I realized I'd been just staring at her this whole time. No more delaying the inevitable. I took a deep breath and opened my mouth to speak but Rachel was too fast,
"You're pregnant!?" She screeched out.
"What? No! You kinda have' ta have sex to get pregnant, Rach!" I said shaking my head at her… hoping my body language would emphasize my words. She seemed to believe me because she immediately calmed down and her face changed from an expression of dissapointment to one of worry.
She reached out and took both of my hands in hers.
"Please, tell me what's going on."
"It's not what you're thinking, Rach"
"It has to do with Sam, though, doesn't it?"
"Yeah, but…" I paused then fell silent, changing my mind about spilling my guts.
"How about I tell you my secret, then you can tell me yours, OK?" she looked at me with a teasing smirk on her face.
"What's your secret? You have to tell me!" W ho can turn down their best friend's juicy gossip?
"Of course I'll tell you! I've been trying to tell you for months and now that we're finally alone, it's the perfect time!"
She didn't wait for a reply. She pulled me by my hands, which she was still holding, down onto a bench between two almost full sized trees in enormous planters.
"So, do you remember that night about three months ago when Sam called you to come over to his house cuz Arin had to work all night at the resort. We drove over together in your car and Paul was gonna give me a ride home?"
I nodded my head yes. I remembered that night, perfectly.
But why is Rachel bringing this up? Did she somehow spy on us? Is that why she thought I was pregnant?
"Remember how Sam and Paul had been wrestling and knocked an open can of beer over onto the carpet…?"
"Not really?" I questioned.
"Paul and I let you two go out on your date. We stayed and cleaned it up. We downed a few more beers while we cleaned and we just started talking. Pretty soon we had finished the whole six pack and were still sitting on the couch chit chatting about nothing in particular. You know, I never realized that Paul is a really nice guy!"
Paul and I never could get along. I just put up with him because he's Sam's best friend. But Rachel saying Paul was a really nice guy was just too much.
"Paul? A nice guy?" I shouted "Paul Wise, as in the biggest asshole in LaPush!!! Paul is not a nice guy!!! He is arrogant, pigheaded, selfish, cocky, and rude and he seriously needs anger management!"
Rachel was silent as she looked back at me, but I could see it in her eyes. She would never jump down my throat the way I just did to her.
Boy, I was a bitch sometimes! Maybe Paul and I had more in common then I liked to admit, because we both opened our mouths before we thought about what we were saying sometimes. That's probably why we got on each others nerves.
"I'm sorry, Rach. I'll shut my mouth and listen" I made a motion with my hand like I was locking my lips and throwing away the keys.
Rachel paused for a few moments then sighed
"OK I'll keep going, but you have to promise me you won't say anything else bad about Paul. He acted like a gentleman to me, 'kay?!"
I grumbled for a moment, and then agreed.
"So, we were sitting on the couch, talking, when I tried to get up to get us a refill on chips and salsa, but I guess I was tipsier then I thought because I fell & crashed right into him. He caught me in his arms so easily and kept me from maiming myself on Arin's glass coffee table… but he didn't let me go. He just stared into my eyes. He really has the most beautiful eyes… kinda hazel colored…" she added dreamily.
I grumbled under my breath but Rachel didn't hear me. Her face looked serene and her eye's were somewhere far away as she continued.
"And then he bent down and kissed me…"
"Ugh!" I uttered and this time she heard me. She looked me in the eye's pleading for me to understand.
"It wasn't just a normal kiss, Leah! It was amazing, like magic or something! I don't know how it happened but without ever breaking the kiss, all of a sudden we both had our shirts off. We were kissing like there was no tomorrow. Have you seen Paul with his shirt off? That boy is ripped! He's got an 8 pack and his ass ain't too bad either…"
"Rachel Anne Black! You made out with Paul Wise?" I gasped in horror but was quickly silenced by the look in Rachel's eyes.
"If you're not gonna listen, then I won't waste my time telling you the rest of the story" She threatened in her sweetest voice…
"OK! OK! OK! I'm shutting my mouth now"
She nodded her head once then continued, never breaking eye contact with me.
"So Paul and I made out on the couch for God only knows how long and he felt me up until I came… I'd never had one before. It was so wonderful, Leah, but I'm sure you have orgasms all the time when you and Sam… ummm wait… don't answer that till it's your turn… Shit! Just thinking about Paul again gets me all muddled…"
Rachel sighed then began again…
"Anyway… I would have let him take me right there on that couch and not regretted it, but you and Sam came in the door going at it hot & heavy… I'm surprised you didn't see us as Sam carried you to his room… Well, we did have the lights off and we were lying down."
"Anyway, the interruption made us pause long enough for Paul to notice a little bit of blood on his fingers. He was so busy worrying about hurting me, it broke the mood. We got up, got dressed and walked out to Paul's car. When we got outside, he said he'd had too many beers to drive and asked if he could walk me home instead.
"I know he didn't have enough alcohol in him to affect his driving, so I figured he just wanted more time to talk to me about what happened … but he was quiet. I just walked beside him until I could see my front porch light on up ahead thinking the whole time he's gonna say he wants to see me again, go on a date and see where this thing between us goes. I felt the attraction between us so strongly, I was sure he did too, but he just kept silently walking."
"When we got to my front door I turned around to look at him. All he did was stare at his shoes. I told him that I really enjoyed talking to him and that I'd see him at school tomorrow."
"Then I turned to walk into my house, hoping the whole time he'd say something to me. Just as I was about to close the door behind me, I heard him say my name so soft and tender that it sounded like he was whispering a prayer… I paused and he said my name again. Then he reached out and spun me by my waist so that I was facing him and he kissed me…" She sighed dreamily remembering that kiss "I swear fireworks exploded and church bells rang! I've never been kissed like that before in my life and I want to be kissed like that forever…" Rachel said with a brilliant smile on her face.
"So did you invite him in?" I asked, suddenly curious about Rachel's deviation from her normally prudish ways.
"No, I didn't get a chance. He ran off so fast, by the time I realized what was going on he was half way down the street… I just stood there baffled for a few minutes when I realized he must have felt it too. Our connection must have scared him, that's why he ran off."
"So you and Paul are together? How did you guys hide it from everyone?"
Rachel sighed in frustration.
"I thought when I saw him the next day in school that we would talk. I'd already considered myself his girlfriend, but the next day he avoided me, and the next day and the following day too. He ignored me for two months! At your birthday party I finally got him alone to talk. All he would say was that we had a great night and that's all it was… I was heart broken, but I didn't let him see me cry.
I told him about the connection I felt with him and that he had to feel it too. But he called me a crazy bitch and so I slapped him."
"You slapped Paul?" I gasped. I remembered when his ex slapped him last year. He screamed at her until she cried…
"Yeah, I slapped him so hard I saw a white mark in the shape of my hand print on his cheek." Rachel sounded rather proud of herself.
"What did he do?" I said, my voice thick with apprehension.
"He just said he was sorry and walked away…"
"Paul said he was sorry to you?" I said sarcastically. I couldn't believe it. Paul Wise had a reputation for always being right and he would beat up anyone who disagreed with him… He never said he was sorry, ever…
"Yes, he said and I quote "I'm sorry, Rachel, for everything and hope you can forgive me" end quote."
"He gave you a real apology? Weird!"
"I know!" Rachel confirmed as she nodded her head in amazement "But he's continued to avoid me and I haven't hardly seen him, let alone talked to him at all since then. I've been trying to let him go but I keep thinking about that night and it's messing with me."
"You know I've gone on a few dates with Drew since then and we've kissed. He's nice and a good kisser, but it's just not like the magical kisses I shared with Paul. I feel like I'm going insane, my brain telling me to move on but my heart trying to hold onto something that was never meant to be…"
"I wish you'd have told me right away… and I'm sorry I've been too busy with Sam to notice something was up between you two."
"Nah, it's not that big of a deal, at least I didn't have sex with him or anything!"
"If you and Paul have a real connection, then I'll ask Sam to talk to Paul and see what he's…"
"No, you can't tell Sam! You can't tell anyone, not even Rebecca! Paul has obviously moved on and wants to keep whatever it was that happened between us a secret. I'm not gonna mess with it… So, promise me you'll not tell another living soul!!!"
"But Sam might get him to…"
"Promise me you won't tell!"
"OK, I promise" I finally conceded.
Rachel nodded her head, as if that settled that.
Just then, I noticed Emily and Becca leaving Nordstrom's, their arms filled with over flowing shopping bags, but they didn't see us. Thank God for those giant planters!
Rachel continued.
"Now it's your turn, Leah. So spill it!" she demanded.
Oh shit! Here goes nothing…
"Oddly enough, my story goes back to that same night you and Paul had your little foray" I winked at her suggestively and she huffed at me.
"This is about you now. No more stalling!"
"Alright," I acquiesced "So Sam and I got back to what we thought was an empty house and decided to take advantage of it. Instead of our usual time together cramped in the back of Arin's bug and rushing so we don't get caught, we thought we'd enjoy the whole night. I called my mom and told her I was spending the night at your house. So we took our time kissing and all the usual stuff"
"What's the usual stuff?" Rachel asked with a coy little smirk on her face "I mean, I thought you guys have been having sex for over a year now."
"No, I just give him head after every date and if we have time he'll feel me up."
"Oh," was all Rachel said.
"We finished our usual and curled up next to each other. We intended to fall asleep, but we just couldn't keep our hands off of each other and one thing led to another and…"
"Wait! I thought you said you hadn't had sex?"
"We haven't! Not really! He just pushed himself inside me, it didn't hurt much cuz he'd felt me up so much before hand. I was ready for him and I wanted him so bad. But then he pulls out, jumps up and sits on the other side of his bed…"
"What?"
"Yeah," I continued "He starts talking about Josh and Arin and how much they resented each other after they were forced to get married because Arin was pregnant with him. The resentment grew until Josh left. Sam holds so much guilt about how hard his mother has had to work and all the sacrifices she's made for him. He doesn't want to repeat the same mistakes.
"He said 'I'm not my father and I'm not going to do this to you. I love you more then anything in the whole world. I want to marry you when we get out of high school and then have kids with you because we want them. I want to work so you can stay home with our kids and be a mom. I want forever with you, Leah, and I'm not going to rush it' "
"Wow! He said all that to you?" Rachel gasped.
"I can't believe it either. I'm so in love with Sam and after that night I knew more then ever that we were meant to be."
"So, you're waiting till you get married?"
Rachel and I had talked about this before. She planned on staying a virgin until her wedding day. She was always more conservative then me.
Sam and I are in love and we'll be together for the rest of our lives, so I see no reason not to be together in every way possible.
"I talked to my mom and she put me on the pill. Sam made reservations for us at the resort this Friday." I said honestly.
"So this will be your first time?" Rachel was smiling at me, but I could feel a hint of her disappointment in my decision. "Then it needs to be extra special. We need to pick out an outfit for you to wear that will leave him begging for more and some lingerie that'll drive him crazy!" She giggled and hugged me.
"Thanks Rach!"
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We made a quick call to Emily and Becca, asking for more time, which they happily agreed to because they weren't done shopping yet either. Then Rachel and I made our way to Forever 21 but after an hour of searching for that perfect dress and finding nothing, we decided to ditch trendy and stick with our roots…
We headed to good old JC Penny's and there was the little black dress of my dreams! It was a perfect combination of classy and sexy. Once we had the dress Rachel quickly added sexy black lace topped nylons, strappy black heels and an amazing onyx pendant necklace to complete the outfit.
I was pretty happy with our plunder, but Rachel wasn't done with me yet.
After much resistance from me, we ventured to Victoria's Secret. After trying on several different types of Lingerie, Rachel and I both agree that a corset was the way to go. Now we just had to decide on the color.
Rachel pushed for a white corset with satin and lace, perfect for a virgin angel on her wedding day. I wanted a Black Leather Corset with a honeycomb cut out pattern around the bodice.
We met in the middle (though Rachel says that I definitely got more then half of what I wanted) and picked a shadow stripe corset and matching panties… It was perfect!
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After we finished our shopping, we met up back at Emily's car. As we drove home we talked about all the great deals we found… but Rachel and I never mentioned our fling with Victoria.
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It was 15 till 7pm and I was showered, primped and polished. All I needed to do was slip my dress on, grab my purse and walk out the door. Rachel had come over at 5 pm to help me get ready.
I was glad for the distraction because I was starting to get nervous. I love Sam with all my heart but we are taking a really big step tonight, a good step but a big step none the less…
I was especially glad that Rachel was there when it came time to get my corset on. It was a two person job. By the time I finally got squeezed into the thing I was worried Sam would have trouble getting me out of it again! But, it made me feel amazing! It held me in here and accentuated me there; it was worth every penny!
"Come get your heels on and I'll grab your dress out of the closet" Rachel instructed.
I slipped on the black strappy heels I had bought on Black Friday. Rachel helped me on with my dress. It fit even nicer with the corset on underneath.
I heard the door bell ring
"Hello Mrs. Clearwater!" That was Sam.
I let out a small giggle. He's being overly polite to my mom because he plans on deflowering her daughter tonight.
"Oh Sam, you know to just call me Sue," mom replied.
"Hey Sam!" and "Hi!" were barely audible from my dad and Charlie who were in the living room, watching the game.
"Hello, Harry! Hello, Charlie!" Sam called out a little too loud so to be heard over the TV.
"Now is the time for your grand entrance down the main stair case" Rachel trilled in her best fake British accent.
"You're so silly!" I said as I hugged her.
"Hey, Sis, Sam's here!" Seth said as he knocked on the door then opened it.
"Whoa, don't you clean up well?" he said punching me lightly on the arm.
"Yes she does!" Rachel agreed, and then added with a giggle "Now off you go. Your knight in shinning armor awaits!"
I couldn't contain the huge smile that spread across my face as I walked out of my bedroom and began to make my way down the stairs.
Sam gasped as I came into his line of vision, his eyes over flowing with love … and in that moment I knew it was all worth it. All the walking till my feet hurt and the crazy crowds and the noise and stress of shopping on Black Friday. Yes, it was all worth it as I took the love of my life's breathe away.
Tonight I would be completely his for the very first time.
~~~~~~~ Authors Note ~~~~~~~
Thank you for reading my story!!! I hope you liked it!!! I added links to my profile page showing the places that Leah went in the story & the clothes she buys for her date, if you wanna go check them out.
Also, I plan on writing 2 more chapters for this story, so if you are interested in being notified when I post them, put this story on alert… Thanks!
