Bella's POV.

Leaning over the bed, I started to retch and cough my lungs up; my throat sore, red and throbbing, as a rough and angry cough broke through. Charlie hurried in; he was in the middle of putting his boots on and hopped towards me.

"Bella?" he called, dropping onto my bed next to me. "You sound like your dying in here."

"I-I'm not well, dad." I told him, dropping my head onto the pillow. He looked down at me with worried eyes and ran his hand across my forehead.

"Well you don't have a temperature?" he asked, patting it a few times.

"I-it's my throat." I coughed and he nodded and looked at his watch.

"Okay, you're not going to school today. I'll call in and let them know, you want me to stay home today?"

"No." I couldn't cough the word quickly enough, "No, really. I'm just going to rest here, you go." I told him, he looked at me.

"Okay, I'll call up soon to see how you're doing." Charlie told me and I nodded and he kissed me on the forehead once before leaving the room, and believing my lies to easily. I waited in bed, coughing purposely until I heard him yell a goodbye, I coughed one back before I heard his cruiser start and he drove away. I flew out of bed, across the room and yanked my window open; I leaned out into the harsh but also welcome cold and smiled as he vanished beyond view. I hurried to my phone, dialled Edward's number and sat down on bed, I was halfway through a fake cough when he answered.

"Bella?" His voice was urgent.

"Hey." I mumbled to him, and then coughed.

"Are you unwell?" He asked, before I could respond he spoke again. "I am on my way over-"

"No!" I yelled...then coughed again. God I was terrible at this. "No." I mumbled, "It's okay Edward, really. I want to be alone." I told him then cringed. Saying those words to Edward, who I never wanted to be without, hurt me more than it should have but at this moment, it was the truth. Sort off.

"Alone?" he asked, see! Even Edward was confused.

"Yeah..." I egged on. "I just want to sleep it out, please, it'll be okay." I told him. He soon agreed that it would be best I kept warm under the covers than snuggled up to him and cold, I knew he'd be unhappy because of that but I had to get away from him for one day. I had to go and...Do what needed to be done and Edward couldn't know about it, not at all. He had to have no suspicions.

The moment I put the phone down, I shot out of my room, ran downstairs and grabbed one of the pearly white towels and hurried back up to the bathroom. The hot water was so nice against my skin, and the steam just released the nervous tension in the air. I brushed my teeth thoroughly, twice. Blow dried my hair which I never did, shaved everywhere and I dressed in a very tight green tank top, shorts and I sat down and waited.

The door bell rang and my heart skipped a beat. My skin felt tingly, like the anticipation would take over me. I got up and ran through the house bare foot. I reached for the front door and pulled it open and smiled my widest smile.

Jacob.

Jacob looked so different. I was only recently still getting use to the fact he, along with the other Quileute boys, were werewolves. He had first phased only a couple of days after I met him, due to the Cullen's return. I got use to it, and Jacob and I bonded a lot after that. He had a hard time keeping his cool now, and the idea of phasing and hurting someone scared him so much, he needed someone to comfort him.

Jacob had changed physically too. When I first met him on La Push, he was only just taller than me, a lanky boy without any real muscle, long soft black hair tied back and a round face and child-like grin. But he stood before me now, around 6ft, with that glimmering copper skin, his short, styled midnight locks, eyes so dark the colour could only be seen in certain light; his T-shirt was tight around his overlapping muscles on his arms, chest and stomach. He grinned, ran his hand through his air and winked at me.

"Hey Bells." he greeted me with that deep, masculine voice. Jacob and I had bonded and his child-like crush had developed, almost impossibly fast, into love. I knew Jacob loved me, and I loved him, but maybe in two different forms of love. I felt my cheeks flame up again, I had to act cool.

Relax, Bella. I repeated those words in my head over and over again.

"Hey, Jake." I replied with a smile and before we stepped into the house he grabbed me and held me in a close hug; just holding me like this was hard for him, I knew he didn't want to have to let go. Soon enough he wouldn't. I let his arms close me into his chest, let my head rest on his hard pecks. He smelt of sawdust and the earth, not dirt or mud but he had a natural, forest smell to him.

He rested his chin on my head and gave me a kiss on the forehead, his lips like warm pillows against my skin. I breathed into him, his warm, human (In a way) embrace was so unlike Edward's and I craved to have more. After we parted I kept his hand in mine as we walked inside; his fingers were soft but rough at the same time. As if they had done a lot on their time, a lot of hard work but now were so gentle and carful.

We hurried into the living room and I locked the front door and closed the curtains, Jake eyed me carefully as I did so.

"So, Bella. Why did you want me to come over?" he asked. I turned and slid my hands in my pockets.

"I-I was wondering...If..Um-" It was like guessing the words of a different language.

"Yeah?" he asked grinning.

"If you wanted a glass of water?" He looked confused then, but instead of waiting for a response I hurried across into the kitchen, I hit myself on the side of the head quietly.

"Stupid." I muttered to myself as I grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and I filled it with water from the tap and lay it down on the kitchen counter just as he walked in.

"Thanks..." he muttered slowly. Dragging the word. He could tell something was up. "So..." he said after taking a long gulp. "You invited me over to give me a glass of water?" I laughed then and he joined in. He took my hand from me and pulled me towards him beyond my will. Usually I'd pull away, warn him he was pressing against both Edward's and my own boundaries but today the words refused to pass my lips. Even he knew today was different. He was leant against the kitchen table, his legs open and I stood between them, his hands caressing my waist and the other massaging the skin on the back of my hand. I had my hands out straight though against his shoulders to keep the distant.

Whether or not to keep him back or to restrain myself, I didn't know.

"Something's different with you today, Bella?" he said, I just looked down.

"I conditioned?" I suggested, knowing it wasn't what he meant. He flashed me a smile of pearly white teeth and bit his lip. I wanted to bite that lip...

"No." he said, "But your hair does smell like raspberries. But that's not what I mean, you just seem too...open." he said. I wanted to be open, in so many other ways than this. Then I realized what I had been thinking and blushed again, refusing to meet his eyes. "Is it Edward? Has something happened."

"Has something happened?" I repeated, then chuckled and pulled away completely before slamming my hands down against the counter. "Nothing's happened." I spat mostly to myself, feeling that rush of pleasure disappear at the mention of Edward's name. It took Jacob a few minutes but I guessed he got it when he gasped and went.

"Oh!" I spun and looked at him, biting my trembling lip.

"Yeah, I know you don't want to hear this but...I can't handle it any more. I-I have need's Jacob and he- he just refused to help, so-so-"

"So you thought I could help satisfy..." he stopped and pulled me back towards him, he leaned close, his lips next to my ear, his warm breath tickling my neck. "Your needs..." he bit the lobe of my ear and my knees trembled, shaky breaths broke through my lips and I leaned into him.

"please" I whispered into his neck, allowing the burning heat from his body warm my cold skin. He was confused but shook off his leather jacket and wrapped his arms around me. I could feel him, his skin hot on mine like a soft water bottle. The thought made me chuckled lightly into his shoulder. I then looked up into his eyes, wondering if I was doing the right thing, but the next thing I knew I was kissing him. It was so different kissing Jacob than it was kissing Edward. With Edward his lips were harsh and cold, but felt good. With Jacob his lips were warm and plump, soft against my own, moulding around my mouth. I clung to Jacob, holding his body closed to mine, our torsos pressed up against each other.

"Bella." he breathed my name and he pulled his lips back.

"What?" I asked angrily, why did he stop when it felt so good? He looked down at me, with clear confusion in his eyes but before he could finish I let my hand slid down from his shoulder and clench his shirt, as if my body was worried he'd suddenly vanish from my grasp.

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?" He asked, his hands grasping my waist.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I gasped before our lips mashed together then pulled apart so I could continue. "Don't tell me you're getting cold feet?" He laughed then and his hands came down to cup my backside and I blushed.

"Not a chance, but if Edward finds out...your relationship will be-" I shut his worries up with another forceful kiss and his hands, still holding my backside hurtled me up into his arms as he stalked out of the kitchen and towards the staircase.

The idea of pulling away from Jacob's lips was horrific, but I was going to pass out of lack of oxygen. I pulled away but his lips never left, they moved up and down my neck.

We lay on my bed; he had come in moments ago, dropped me down and crawled on top of me. I lay, with my hands teasing his waist and the band of his jeans, while his hands caressed my body, his fingers running up the bare skin beneath my shirt. He leaned down, to kiss my collar bone and I stared at the ceiling, seeing stars.

"Bella." He muttered into my burning skin.

"Yeah?" I panted.

"H-How far do you want this to go?" I felt my skin crawl with worry, not out of disgust...but out of worry. Or was that curiosity I was feeling? He pulled back and I missed the feeling of his lips on my skin instantly. He looked me in the eyes, which were less than inches away from his. My hands came up and held his head close to mine, our foreheads together.

"A-all the way." I whispered shyly, wondering partially if my cheeks could get any redder.

"Are you sure?" he asked and once again I hushed him up with a kiss. His hands were more urgent now, and I realized he had been holding back before. We rolled over while kissing, and then rolled back over we almost fell off the bed. We laughed as we kissed, which made it some much funnier but I needed this. It felt so good. He then leaned up and yanked off his shirt and it was in the corner of the room, he came back down to kiss me while his hands fiddled with his belt. I realized he was getting naked.

Well yes, Bella, Getting naked is kind of an essential part of sex!

God I'm an idiot.

I lifted my shirt up above my head and looked down. Couldn't I have chosen a more...seductive bra? But it appeared Jacob was fine with the choice. He stared at my body for a moment, his hands running down my neck, down my chest and my stomach before he continued his kisses up and down my body. I lay with my hands flat against the bed while he lowered himself, kissing more and more, nipping with his teeth every so often. The worry that if I were bit, I wouldn't become a vampire was reassuring.

Eventually his hands came up and his fingers slid into the belt loops on my shorts and he looked up at me, an unspoken question. It took me a few seconds but I nodded, sure this is what I wanted. He buttoned my shorts and slid them down, I let him move my legs and throw my shorts to the side. I was worried, if I looked down would I see his scared face? But when I finally looked down he was not looking...there...he was looking at my face. He came all the way back up to kiss me some more, which was nice. His own pants were shuck off then and he was in his black boxers.

Then I felt it and gasped while he kissed me.

Something had rubbed against my thigh, something large, and wet and something I knew wouldn't fit in me.

"Jake..." I started, going to tell him to stop because I knew this would kill me, but then his hands moved further into my legs, inches from my panties. I could feel my own embracement, my body alerting any others that I was certainly enjoying it. I felt so embarrassed, knowing he could not only sense but probably sense my attraction. His fingers inched closer and I felt my legs wanting to close on his hand, not letting it go.

Forget it. I told myself, just go for it!

Then I nodded and, using my own hands, slid down my panties. Jacob, understanding I was ready slid off his own boxers and we slid beneath the cover. I lay there, with him crawling upon me. I held his warm body to me as he took his place between my legs and I closed eyes, awaiting certain pain but ready for the pleasure that would soon follow.

"Do you have?" I asked but he answered my question and slid it on.

Then it happened. I felt him, his stupidly warm member slid inside me, it felt wrong at first. Like this intrusion was unnatural. It hurt, it stung like something was tearing inside me. I felt the warmth of something else then when he pulled out, and I knew the warmth that trickled down my leg was the blood. This was natural. I had been told in school and stuff, but it felt so different.

"Are you okay Bella?" he asked,

"I'm good, keep going." I told him, though this was the truth it would be hard for him to believe seen as though tears rolled down my cheeks. He looked confused but my kiss reassured him. Jacob's hips moved slowly at first, his member inside me slid up and down, I could feel it rubbing against my insides. It didn't feel good, but the pain was lessening and after a while I needed him to pick up the pace. Like he read my mind he got faster.

I still cried, still felt the sting of pain as he thrust into me, panting my name, his hands though were still soft of my shaking skin and his kiss was just as gentle. It wasn't long later that his touch, inside me felt good, felt nice like he was rubbing against the spot that just made every cell shiver with pleasure and made my blood boil. Jacob leant against my chest, my breast bouncing with his movements, I stared up at the ceiling and it wasn't long later than I knew he was coming to a finish.

I felt my own insides tingling, writhing in and out, wanting more.

"Oh Bella!" he called into the pillow and he came to a sudden shock. I could feel his own release in me, still in the condom but I could feel it. After a while he kissed me some more before rolling onto his side. I lay, watching his chest rise and fall and I grinned.

He finished but I had not then I realized that the worse was over.

I was no longer a little virgin. I had tasted the sweetness of sex and I wanted more.

FanWriter's Note: Hey guys, sorry it took me a while to update but was finishing my other main story. I'm working some more on this one now while continuing others. Sorry if this chapter wasn't as detailed as some of you might as hoped but I hope it was good enough for now at least. It has been a while since I wrote a sex scene and even then that last one I wrote was a scene including two males. I hope you enjoyed, please review and let me know what you thought of it.

Question for Chapter 2 is...

Do you think Jacob should have been the first one Bella sleeps with or did you think another would suit more?

~FanWriter~