A/N: Not mine :) I had a little extra time today, so I've edited a few more parts. Enjoy.
The Mechanic Series
Part Two
On the Phone
I pulled into the garage at home and turned off the car, ready to lie down and just relax for a minute. It had been my first day at college, and I was more exhausted than I thought I should be. I had finally decided on a little community college near Port Angeles where I could get my associates degree in accounting and hopefully find some kind of job after I graduated. Either that or go on to a university where I'd seek out a higher degree. The classes themselves were exciting, but the drive and the running around campus were not.
I walked into the house and threw my book bag on the couch before flopping down on the cushion beside it. Mom came in to the room and moved my bag to sit beside me.
"Hey honey. How was school?" she asked as she rubbed my shoulder.
"Can I be done with it?" I asked sarcastically, looking up at her with an over-exaggerated look of exhaustion.
She laughed and hugged me tightly. "It'll get better, don't worry. Just think: at least you're not going for a doctorate. That would mean seven years of this. You only have to endure two."
I smiled. "How did Dad survive seven years of school?" I asked. "And Grandpa? And all doctors?"
She laughed again. "I'm not the person to ask; I barely made it through high school, remember?"
I remembered the stories; she'd been tempted to leave school to be with my dad, but he and my Grandpa Carlisle had been convincing enough to get her to at least graduate.
"It'll be okay. And you have things to look forward to. You can see your boyfriend on your days off." She raised her eyebrows, and I smiled instinctively.
My boyfriend, Jake, and I had been together for a little over two months. He was a mechanic and had saved my car in its time of need. It had been nearly a week since we'd last been together, though, and I missed him terribly. I reminded myself that he was going to call me that night when he got home from work, and that we had a date coming up on the weekend.
"I guess that's a good thing."
Mom smiled and kissed my cheek. "You're tough; you'll make it through. Now, tell me about your day?" she got up, and I went with her to the kitchen to get a snack. I told her about my classes and friends and how I already hated my English professor. He was going to kill us all. He was a middle-aged, balding man with a German accent so thick I couldn't understand him half the time. Mom just chuckled at me as we got some cookies out of the cupboard.
A few hours later, I was looking for reasons to stay by the phone. I wanted to be the one to answer when Jake called. Dad was eyeing me strangely from his computer in the living room, but I think he knew what I was doing. He wasn't happy about me having a boyfriend. I decided it was just because I was his little girl and it meant I was growing up. I could live with that.
A few minutes later, the phone rang and I stopped myself from picking it up right away. The caller ID said it was Jake, and I didn't want to sound like I'd been waiting by the phone even if I had been. I let it ring again before I finally picked it up.
"Hey Jake," I said softly as I took the phone with me to my bedroom.
"Hey Nessie. How are you doing?"
"Mm, I'm okay, I guess. I miss you." I sat on my bed, remembering the times we'd had in it.
"I miss you too, baby."
"So are you home now?" I asked, leaning back. Just the sound of his voice made my body react, and I wanted him here so he could touch me.
"Yep."
"Good. Did you have any blood sacrifices today?" I smiled and remembered his hands. I ran my own hand over my inner thigh and sighed a little at the way my body felt when I imagined it being his hands touching me.
He laughed. "A few, but nothing serious."
I frowned. "I suppose as long as no stitches are required..." I wondered briefly what Jake would think about what I was doing as I moved my hand up to cup my mound over my pants. It felt good.
"No, nothing like that," he assured me. "I'm really looking forward to Saturday. I can't wait to hold you again."
I heard his sigh, and I sighed too. "Me too, Jake." I closed my eyes as I put more pressure on myself. I whimpered a little with the need that rushed through me.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
I bit my lip, a little embarrassed to tell him what I was doing. But I couldn't hang up yet; his voice was only adding to the heat building in my body.
"I'm okay, Jake," I said in what I hoped was a sexy voice. It sounded a little too desperate to me. "I need you."
He sucked in a quick breath, and I wondered if he'd caught on yet. "I need you too, Nessie." I heard the urgency in his tone and decided I would try to help him, too.
I was lost. I had no idea what to do or say to him. I tried to think about what I would do if he really were here. I would kiss him and reach down to touch him. I licked my lips.
"Are you hard?" I asked, hoping he wouldn't think I was a freak.
He played along. "Extremely. Just thinking about you makes me hard." The hunger in his voice made me weak.
I whimpered again and pushed my hand harder on myself, moving my hips to get better friction. I was a little embarrassed, but I had a feeling Jake wouldn't laugh at me if he hadn't yet. "I've never done this before, Jake. I don't really know what to say." I slowly started to unbutton my pants.
I heard the hesitation in his voice. "I have to admit that I'm no phone sex expert either. But if you want to try, Nessie, we can."
"I want to." I was excited as I pushed my pants down and started rubbing my slit. I was already wet and ready for him.
He took a breath. "Okay. Um... Are you touching yourself?" He seemed just as lost as I was, and the thought made me feel a little better.
"Yes, I am," I decided to get brave. "I'm rubbing my wet pussy, imagining your fingers inside me." The line was silent for a moment, and I suddenly felt insecure. "I'm sorry, Jake, was that..."
"No, Nessie," he blurted. "Don't be sorry. It's just... I didn't expect you to say something like that. I liked it, though."
"Oh." I pushed my embarrassment aside. "Are you? Touching yourself, I mean?"
"I am, baby. I want to feel your mouth on my dick again."
I smiled, thinking about what he would look like stroking himself. "God, Jake... I'm so wet. It feels so good when I rub my clit. Oh..." I moaned and squirmed when I found a particularly sensitive part. "It felt so good when you touched me before. Do you want to touch me again?"
"Fuck, Nessie... Yes."
"Say something dirty, Jake. I don't care what it is; I just want to hear it." I arched my back and rubbed my clit faster. He hesitated, and I hoped he wasn't uncomfortable with my request. "Tell me what you're imagining right now," I pleaded.
"I'm imagining you sucking my dick."
I moaned a little, getting close to my orgasm already. "Mm, are you sitting down or standing up? Or laying down?"
I heard his breath hitch and more imagined images of him ran through my head.
"Sitting on my couch," he said, his voice tight. "You're on your knees in front of me, your head bobbing up and down with my hand in your hair."
"Oh," I whimpered and arched my back again. "What about when you take me?"
"I'll lay you down on the couch and rub your clit while I fuck you."
I moaned loudly and some small part of my brain hoped my parents didn't hear me. "God, I want that. Would you fuck me hard?"
Jacob moaned and it caused the heat in my body to rise further. "Jesus... Yes, I'd fuck you hard until you screamed my name."
"God, Jake, I'm going to come," I whimpered. "Are you going to come, too?"
"Nessie... I'm so close. Say my name when you come, babe," he pleaded.
"Oh... I want you to fuck me so hard." I moaned again. I threw my head back and gripped the phone hard. "I'm coming... Jake!"
"Nessie... yes... me too."
I heard his growl at the same time as my body released. I choked out another moan and closed my eyes tightly.
We were both silent for a moment as we came down from our orgasms.
"Jake," I whispered when I caught my breath.
"Yeah, baby?"
"Thank you."
He chuckled. "Anytime, baby. For someone who'd never had phone sex before, you're pretty good at it."
I laughed and blushed again. "You're pretty good, too. We should do this more often."
"Definitely. I love you."
I smiled. "I love you, too. I'll see you Saturday?" I wiped my fingers on my jeans.
"Of course."
We finally said goodbye, and I took the phone out to the kitchen. I peeked in the living room carefully, checking for any signs that my parents had overheard my conversation with Jake. Mom was sitting on the couch reading her book, and Dad was still at the computer filing some kind of paperwork for his job. I sighed in relief; I wasn't busted. I washed my hands and started looking through the cupboards for something to make for dinner.
