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Kim, Jared's imprint and wife, giggled with her hands covering her mouth as Leah and Rachel poked at getting certain details about her wild night out with Jared; Nessie sat on a foldable chair, only partly listening to the girls' conversation. After the incident in the woods earlier, she had decided to hang around First Beach, since there wasn't much else to do at home anyway. Plus, Sam and Jacob had decided that it was a nice enough day for anyone that was in need of a refreshing, lazy day at beach. Nessie couldn't agree more.
"Gosh, I guess it must have felt like you haven't had sex in forever. He must have been begging for it!" Leah exclaimed with a laugh, and nudged Kim in the stomach. "He was, wasn't he?"
Begging for sex? Who does that? Nessie pondered this bizarre notion as if it were an algebraic equation that had too many variables, and nibbled on her bottom lip. The carnal pleasures to life had never really appealed to Nessie—not when her female family members continued to explain the mortifying, sharp pain of it (let alone anything else for that matter) being inside of you. Not to mention, each one of her body's imperfections would be exposed to Jacob's never-fading memory to absorb. . . On other hand, she supposed to experience was entirely different from her speculation; everybody seemed to believe it was the paramour of existence. I guess I'll never understand it.
"Well, Jared was definitely excited, and. . . Oh, my God!" Kim shouted, with a shiver of delight in remembrance of their adventurous night together. "I never knew how creative, or devastatingly awesome he could be!"
"Ooh, details!" Leah encouraged like a preppy high school girl fresh out of Sex Ed, which shocked Nessie. Not once in her few years of life had she ever seen Jacob's second so happy—no, Nessie mentally corrected herself; Leah was glowing.
"Well, he did this thing with his-"
"Hey, woah!" Rachel interceded, noticing the way Nessie's doe brown eyes stared at the tan sand as though it were favorite program on the History Channel, probably trying to sink in Kim and Leah's discussion. Rachel leapt up, and pressed her hands against the half breed's ears. "Not all of us have our heads in the gutter!"
"Um," Nessie chortled shyly, blushing, and removed Rachel's hands, "thanks, Rachel, but that's really not necessary. It's not like I don't know the basics of intercourse and oral sex."
Kim raised an eyebrow, slightly amused how the youngest Cullen had only some knowledge about the art of sex, whereas she knew just about everything else in the world. "Sure, Nessie. That's why we don't treat you like some child." Rachel narrowed her eyes in a squinty glare at Kim's implication. "Besides, you and Jacob must have bumped uglies by now, right? Or at least, experimented somewhat? Oh! How was it, by the way?"
The halfie's cheeks went from its normal light ecru to an embarrassing scarlet color within a nanosecond. This was the second time today that anyone had accused her of having the mental capacity of misplacing her V card.
"I don't know, Kim, because it hasn't happened yet," Renesmee confessed with a soft murmur. "I'm not prepared yet to take such a large step with Jake."
"Thank goodness for that, too. For a moment, I thought I was going to be forced to listen to. . .well, too much information about my baby brother," Rachel admitted, winced. "Gross."
Leah rolled her eyes, ignoring Rachel. "So. . . You're really that innocent, huh? I wonder how Jacob's holding up with that predicament."
"What do mean?" Although, the message was as clear as day. "Jacob would never force me into anything like that," Nessie retorted, become angered.
"His dick isn't out of order, kid, but you know. . . Never mind." Leah stopped, unsure of she should pursue the topic.
But the damage was done; it would bother Nessie for the next month unless she knew about the pain Jacob's beta seemed to believe that she was causing the alpha.
"Wh-What?" Renesmee queried, gulping. "What do you know about Jacob that I don't?"
"It's nothing, I think. It's just—do you know for sure if Jacob is even a virgin like you? I mean, he is a guy, Nessie, and you know how guys can be such horn dogs—no pun intended," Leah explained.
"You mean, uh, you think he might have done it with some other girl before me," Nessie inquired; Leah nodded. "No, that's impossible. You're wrong. He would have told me if he had. . . Rachel? Would you know if Jacob has-"
"No, I'm sorry, Nessie. I wouldn't. I mean, I'm almost positive Jacob is still a virgin. You know how it was before you were born. He was over the moon for Bella, trying to fit in the pack life with his normal life, but Leah has a point. He's still a guy," Rachel attempted to give Nessie a reassuring smile, but failed, and ended up grimacing awkwardly.
Kim offered a consoling hand, placing it on the younger girl's shoulder. "That's all besides the point, Ness. Jacob is in love with you, and I dare say he would wait forever if he had to for you to be ready."
"Yeah, of course," Leah agreed.
Renesmee nodded, not entirely sure that Jacob's sexual sacrifice was a good thing. Jacob was patiently waiting for her to be ready to be ready for him. He was considerate, so kind, and so wonderful; meanwhile, Nessie was being totally selfish by not allowing her boyfriend to even get past first base.
I really am a horrible girlfriend.
"I should really get going," Nessie announced, getting up. "See ya around." She was Jacob's side—around the rest of the guys, too—in a second. "Jake."
"Oh. Hey, Nessie." Jacob grinned his warmest grin. "Is everything okay?"
"You bet it is," she giggled to herself, gently and lightly ghosting her lips over his.
"Hehohh," Embry, Paul, Sam, Quil, and Jared groaned, imitating a throwing up sound.
"Get a room!" Paul howled, chuckling.
"Grow up!" Jacob yelled back, embracing his Nessie closely.
"Anyway," Nessie interrupted, smiling wearily. "I have to get back home."
"So soon? You're not staying for some mean hot dogs" Seth questioned, appearing out of nowhere with a stack of firewood in his arms.
"I'm afraid not," Nessie sighed. "I have school tomorrow, and you know how strict my father is about me eating a healthy human meal cooked by Esme. And Aunt Alice apparently has a big surprise waiting for me."
"Uh-oh," Jacob muttered under his breath.
Uh-oh was right. She had never been a fan of Aunt Alice's 'surprises,' as it always entailed that she would be forced into wearing some over-the-top outfit that would eternally buried in the depths of Nessie's closet. Nessie knew that her aunt had her heart in the right place, but she wasn't as submissive as her mother had been when it came being Alice's mannequin. Besides that, the young Cullen preferred simplicity, even in the fashion department. Nessie loved wearing converse shoes, jeans, and t-shirts three times her size.
"You want me to come?" Jacob asked.
The halfie laughed at her boyfriend, feeling bold enough to say the age-old line, "That's what she said."
