Disclaimer: Stephenie owns the characters. I own Jake's sweet, sweet ass.
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WARNING: This chapter has a descriptive girl/girl scene. If that's not your thing, head on over to my story New School. I play nice over there.
I also do not speak Spanish. Thank you to Gustariana and my walking around in real life I actually know what she looks like when she's PMSing BFF Vanessa B. for the translation. It only took 3 of us but we figured it out.
I took 6 years of Russian and have pretty much forgotten it all.
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You can all thank Yosely for this chapter. I was really conflicted about what to follow up Rose's last chapter with. Yosely sent me the BOMB email, pretty much breaking down every reason I owe Jake a chapter. It was a most righteous email. I had to high five myself after I read it because she wasn't in the room with me.
Listen to the following songs in this order and you will hear Jake's story put to music. Nothing Like 100 Miles (James Taylor), Being Bad Feels Pretty Good (Does It Offend You, Yeah?) Woman's Gotta Have It (James Taylor), Something in the Way She moves (James Taylor, again), Girls Around the World (Lloyd), The Light (Common). I really like James Taylor.
To my girls on the forums... you know exactly who you are. Thanks for making a perv out of Yosely. I'm really enjoying it. Smoochies to Acireamos, my new gchat bff and Tiggrmommi, my internet girlfriend.
And someone needs to give Isabel0329 a spanking. She's been bad.
Also thank you to each and everyone of you who were there to support me emotionally as I tried my hardest not to find out where Catherine Hardwicke lives (she's like 15 minutes away). I was ready to serve up some backhanded justice. I watched the movie again and after I reminded myself to ignore the horrible camera work and editing I was able to enjoy Rob in all his yummy splendor.
This chapter is a little funky... Jake is going through some stuff and I had to let him work it out. It's the longest I think. It felt weird to write, but I hope it feels sooooo good to read.
Here ends the longest A/N ever. ENJOY!!!!
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JACOB (the love of my life)
I gave myself 24 hours to get over Rose. 24 hours to get her completely out of my system, to process the fact that she would no longer be at my beck and call. 24 hours to wipe every kiss, every touch, every inch of her body from my mind. I gave myself 24 hours, knowing, confident in the fact that that was all the time would I need.
It took a month.
I could hear Vanessa getting dressed. For a moment I figured I'd just let her go, but the pillow she'd shoved under my head just wasn't doing the trick. It was all lumpy. She was warmer, softer. And shit, she smelled better than whatever fabric softener I was now inhaling.
It took me a few minutes, but I pulled myself out of bed, looking around.
Fuck.
I was still in the nanny's room. She could be anywhere in this giant house by the time I caught up with her.
I threw on my clothes and stalked after her. I tried her bedroom first. Emmett's door was cracked open. I snuck by not exactly sure I wanted to catch a glimpse of them together.
Vanessa's room was empty, but I saw the dress she'd worn out the night before on her bed. She'd been there. At least I was on the right trail.
I turned back down the hall. From where I passed I could see Rose in Emmett's bed, alone. I pushed the door open just an inch. She was there, naked, looking absolutely amazing. I just stared at her, admiring the soft skin on her back, the way her hair fell around her face, her beautiful lips, the curve of her perfect ass under the sheets. There was something different about her. Her body had this unfamiliar glow and she was -- smiling, in her sleep. She was smiling. I'd never seen her smile like that before. Ever.
My night with Vanessa had been awesome. I loved the way she was in bed. I loved her body. I loved the things she asked me to do and I had no problem taking orders from her. She was so damn sexy.
But now I was here, looking at Rosalie and I couldn't look away. I wanted to go to her, to touch her, to make love to her, have her call me her Daddy again so she could be my little girl. But I knew the minute I crossed that line, her smile would fade. She didn't want me anymore.
I walked away, trying to shake the image of Rose laying there out of my head.
When I finally found Vanessa, I was too tired to deal with Edward's shit. I didn't really care what he thought and frankly I was pissed that Vanessa even had to have this conversation with her brothers. She was grown. She was going to do what she wanted. She was being too nice, giving them a say, giving a shit about what they thought, but she loved them and she did need them to understand for whatever she had planned for herself or for us to work out.
I also was too tired to really care what that plan was.
After getting Edward's unnecessary seal of approval, she followed me back to bed and I held her while she slept, until it was time for us to head to the mountain. We ditched the others and rented a room at the lodge. We had sex a few times, but she spent the majority of the afternoon asleep in my arms. She hadn't slept much at all since Rosalie and arrived.
Vanessa and I carried on like this for the next day or so, hanging out with her family and sneaking around. It was fun. I really liked spending time with her, but my mind was still on Rose.
Emmett and Alice had taken off while the guys and I were in town, but I had no idea – I never thought he was going to buy an engagement ring. I never thought in a million years that Emmett was the kind of guy to know what he wanted, to know when to go for it. But I was wrong.
And I was at a loss. I mean what the fuck do you do when you know someone isn't right for you, when someone is no longer yours, but you want them anyway? What do you do when you know its over and you find parts of yourself wishing you could go back and fix it? And that only makes things worse because you see that its only parts of you that want that chance. You were never in it all the way.
I was never fully invested.
The answers to all of those questions were right in front of my face when Rosalie and Emmett came down for dinner on New Years day.
I could see it on her face, in her smile and his smile, in the glare coming off that huge rock. Emmett was able to give her everything I couldn't. Emmett made her feel complete. Emmett was the one to make her smile.
I'd never felt so inadequate in my entire life. Rose and I were not meant for each other, but its one thing to know that in the back of your head, one thing to know that maybe you and someone else aren't exactly right together, they you don't quite fit.
It something so fucked up, something fucked up entirely, when you realize that you, yourself, are not good enough. I could make Rose wet. I could make her moan, but there was no way in hell I could make her smile like that. Not now, not ever.
I tried my best to hide that pain, that massive blow to my ego, but for the split second that Rose looked at me, the first time she'd looked at me in two days. I knew she could see it there, behind my fake smile. And I could see the words behind her eyes.
You had your chance, Jacob Black.
And she was completely right. She had given me a chance. She wanted me as more than a play thing, but I wasn't paying attention. I was having too much fun. Was I in love with her? No. Did I love her? Yes. If I had known there could have been something more, would I have given us a chance, a real go at things? Yes. Would it have worked?
I glanced at the ring one more time.
I would never know.
After the hysteria died down, Vanessa and I slipped away. I think she could tell that something was a little off, but she never said anything, right away at least. Actually her reaction was perfect. She acted exactly the same. When I was quiet she didn't ask me why. When I touched her she didn't shrug away, questioning what our future would be after seeing my reaction to Rose and Emmett.
My attention was divided. When I was with Vanessa, active and present in the moment, I was consumed by her. I wanted to please her, but the minute my mind had a chance to wander it would wander right back to Rose, to that smile.
It was starting to make me feel bad. My 24 hours was up and my mind was still drifting to Rose. 24 hours was clearly not enough.
That night, the night they announced their engagement. Vanessa and I went down to the basement to watch a movie, The Devil's Rejects.
We were sitting on the couch, my arm around her waist, her head on my chest, when I let out a huge, tortured sigh.
God. I'm such a pussy.
Vanessa grabbed the remote, paused the movie and turned to me.
"You like me, right? Like you have feelings for me?" I felt my brow contort in disbelief. Of course I did. All my feelings for Rose aside, my feelings for Vanessa were the only thing that made my split with Rose seem worthwhile.
"Ah, yeah," I nodded firmly.
"Well," I loved that she didn't ask me twice. "--take all the time you need. I know things were more complicated than what I saw, but I like you a lot. So really, take all the time you need. I'll be here." She looked down for second, biting the inside of her lip.
I didn't really know what to say. I laced my fingers through the hair at the base of her neck, pushing it back, swooping it around to her other shoulder. I looked at her face, gazing from her bright green eyes to her soft pink lips and back up again.
Seriously. What the hell was I supposed to say to that?
Why was doing this for me? Why was she being so understanding? What the hell did she see in me that made her want to stay? Vanessa was honestly willing to stick around while I internally mourned the loss of another girl. Vanessa was fucking incredible.
"Thank you," I said, still staring at her.
Something written on my face softened her careful expression and then she smiled.
"So do I get a kiss for being so awesome and understanding?" She smiled even wider.
"Shit. I'll give you more than a kiss." I grabbed her, throwing her over my lap, silencing her laughter with my lips.
The rest of the week was fine. Edward and Bella became more and more withdrawn and as a result we all did. There was excitement about the wedding, but the others knew they were running out of time to be together. Vanessa and I spent a lot of time getting to know each other better. She told me more about her parents, who I had only met once, briefly.
"I am such a Daddy's girl," she chuckled. "It was nice having him at the hospital, you know. He didn't have to mind visiting hours. And he would also try to make sure the other doctors didn't treat me like a science experiment. Not too much at least."
I stroked her cheek. A hint of pink spread down her neck.
"I can't imagine you any other way," I told her honestly. Her physical presence had such a force behind it. I couldn't image her weak, not in control.
"It wasn't pretty. Trust me." She paused, thinking. An agitated smirk spread across her lips. "I felt so bad for my mom though. The nurses treated her like shit when my dad wasn't around. They thought she had Munchausen by proxy, which of course she didn't. She wanted me out of that hospital bed almost as much as I did." She looked at my lips for a moment, then ran her finger across them. I grabbed her hand and kissed her palm.
"What was your mom like?" she asked quietly.
"She was that typical mom, you know. A den mother really. She took care of nearly every kid on the reservation, like they were her own. She was so protective. If anyone fucked with us the claws would come out," I laughed remember one such incident, where some boy had pushed my sister on the playground. "She was great."
I looked up at Vanessa and sighed a conclusive sigh.
She didn't ask me about her again.
All the emotional bonding was coupled with lots and lots of sex. We fucked A LOT. I mean I knew she was a freak, but damn, the girl was insatiable. She was bold as hell too. We fucked all over that house and she wanted it every way I could give it to her. She also had this interesting obsession with my hands. I asked her about it our last night in Aspen. We switched it up a lot, but she fucking loved it when I fingered her.
We were sitting in the hot tub. She had her bikini top on and I had some shorts on, around my ankles, just in case. She was casually sitting on my dick. You know.
"Don't you have one thing you really like?" she asked. I thought for a minute. She had the whole package. There wasn't just one thing.
"No. I'm pretty much digging it all," I told her.
"Well I just like your hands," she teased.
She sighed quickly as I thrust deeper into her. I watched carefully as her head fell back a little and she licked her lips. After a second though, she regained her composure.
"Stop that," she scowled. I chuckled.
"Anyway you were saying, about my hands." I encouraged. I liked hearing what made her tick. She pulled my hand above the surface of the water and ran her fingertips across my palm.
"Don't get me wrong, I love your dick—"
"Thanks."
"But your hands, your fingers, you can just do so much more." Her fingers glided over the bend of my knuckles. "I don't know. You know sometimes you just figure out something you like, you see something you'd like to try, or someone tries something on you and you realize you like it so much it becomes that one thing, it's a must. Or better yet you're with someone who's so good at that one thing, you find yourself wondering if the next person you're with is just as good at that particular thing."
She was rambling, but I knew what she meant. Ever since a certain blond had latched on to my dick, I wondered if anyone would be able to give head like her. Luckily Vanessa more than measured up.
I pushed her bathing suit top off her right tit, exposing her nipple to the cool air. The air hissed between her teeth as she shifted her weight again on my lap. My dick throbbed and twitched inside her. I really was enjoying this time with Vanessa, but I would have to fuck her soon.
She looked down at my hand while I gently tugged at her nipple. I knew she liked it.
"So who exactly am I trying to measure up to?" I wasn't stupid enough to assume that this finger fetish had been established this week. She knew exactly what she wanted every time she told me to slide a few digits inside her.
Vanessa looked down bashfully. It was the first time I'd see her even remotely embarrassed, or apprehensive or whatever. "My friend, Amanda," she said.
I KNEW IT. I FUCKING KNEW IT.
Vanessa had been banging a chick. That's how she knew what to do with Rose. Most girls knew their bodies pretty well. They knew what they, themselves liked. But Vanessa she knew exactly to do to another girl. She'd been practicing.
I fixed my face, trying to hide my excitement. I didn't just have a freak on my hands. I had a full-blown, dick swallowing, coochie eating bi-sexual freak. That threesome was no accident. Vanessa liked it both ways. I couldn't assume it was her first time with a guy, it could have very well have been her first time with a girl too. But oh no, she'd down that road before.
"Do you want to tell me about this Amanda?" Just as I asked her head fell back a little.
"Wait don't move," she breathed. She slowly started grinding on my dick. The jets dissipated the small waves she was making in the water. I teased her nipple again with my finger, my other hand slid up her neck. She leaned into my touch.
She shivered, the beginnings of a small orgasm rippling through her body, her pussy clenching around me. I groaned, every muscle inside of her gripping me.
"Sorry," she sighed. Her eyes opened and shifted to my face. I glared at her. She was such tease, using me as her scratching post. "Oh whatever. You like being used."
"Yeah only by you, Mama," I said quietly. I couldn't take my eyes off her lips. I really wanted to hear her story. I wanted to know what was really good with Amanda, but I also really wanted to nail her.
I leaned forward, kissing her softly. She whimpered against my lips. She wanted the same thing.
The week that followed fucking sucked. I went back to Miami, completely alone. Emmett, Jasper and Edward all went back to New York with Rose and her sisters. Emmett, so he could meet his future father-in-law and Jasper and Edward, because they were having trouble letting go of all that ass.
Vanessa went back to Berkley to empty out her apartment.
I felt like a shell of a person when I got back to the house. It had never felt so empty. Although they were hundreds of miles away, Rose and Emmett's new life had moved in, filling the air with the scene of loss that I could barely stand.
Emmett had movers come immediately to swap the furniture between my room and what would be Rose's new study room. I had them donate my old mattress to charity. Rose would sleep in Emmett's bed now and I couldn't stand the thought of spending night after night surrounded by her sweet smell.
While I packed my things, I found the pair of Rosalie's panties from our first night together, the black lace boy shorts I'd ripped from her body.
Those, I threw out.
I spent the week at the shop, working like crazy. At night I would go out with my boys from the shop, Miguel and Mando. We drank and I watched while they chased girls. It as fun in theory, but every night when I got home I felt like complete shit.
Rosalie and I were really over and I didn't have Vanessa, my security blanket, with me to help me forget about everything.
I was oddly relieved when she showed up, a few days before the others arrived. I couldn't stop kissing her. I needed her.
Her parents got her a place near the beach on the other side of town from where Edward and Jasper stayed. She had her car brought down, but she liked to ride in my Escalade.
We fell into a comfortable routine. She gave me a key to her place. It was a natural gesture coming from her. She could tell I didn't really want to be around Emmett and Rosalie. They were just so fucking happy all the time.
I stayed at her place most nights, which wasn't really a problem when it came to her family. Edward and Jasper took off every other weekend to see Alice and Bella, but Vanessa still laid down a strict rule that her brothers were not allowed to show up unannounced.
It was interesting to see her in this new element, to see her go about her real life.
I had scheduled all of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays, giving me five days out of the week to work at the shop and spend time with Vanessa. I drove her to class everyday, picked her up most afternoons.
We were together a lot, but she never felt clingy. When I was busy she would spend time with Edward and Jasper. Her and Edward were getting along now and that seemed to make her really happy.
When she wasn't with them she would hang out with Rose and Jessica. I think all the sexual tension there was gone, but I could never be sure. The three of them became gym buddies. She had also gotten pretty close with Miguel's sister Zafrina. We called her Zee for short.
She seemed fine with her classes. She had a few with Rose. She didn't study a lot, but she didn't really seem like she needed to. She always did her homework right away, never putting off an assignment.
She made me feel completely at home at her place, without making me feel like she wanted me to move in. She kept all my favorite foods around and even kept the fridge stocked with my favorite beers, Red Wolf and New Castle Brown Ale.
She was an excellent cook, much better than Edward. She was freaking Martha Stewart in the kitchen, making everything from scratch. Everything always tasted so fresh and good.
She came to the shop a lot. The guys loved her, mostly because she was hot and she spoke perfect Spanish. I may not have understood a shit bit of French, but my Spanish was just fine, especially after hanging with the boys at the shop.
"You better watch yourself, Homes," Miguel joked in front of her one day. "A lot of my boys would kill for a white girl like that." I was about to answer when Vanessa chimed in.
"Estoy bien con el que tengo, ademas, me tienes que alcanzar primero," she replied in perfect Spanish, winking at him.** He almost had a stroke.
The more time I spent with her the more I noticed these little things that I was starting to love about her. She could sing and I mean really singing, like 'fat black woman in church' sing. She was always dancing around singing to herself quietly and even when it was just above a whispered, it sounded so sweet and soothing. Sometimes she would sing to me while I slept. I could hear her voice mixed in with my dreams.
She never seemed to want anything from me, but my company and my time. I never had to be "on" for her, keeping her entertained. She never complained that I didn't take her out on so-called "dates" or that didn't buy her shit. She was just so easy to be with. No demands, no complications.
AND she knew how to ride a motorcycle. I didn't really know how to feel about that. I had bike back on the reservation, but it was a piece of shit Harley I'd restored with a friend back in high school. It was more than it was worth to have the thing shipped out here. I was saving up to get a new bike, but I hadn't thought about riding much lately.
One day, Mando rode his bike into the shop. He didn't have his kid that day so he wanted to take it for a spin. Vanessa was there with me, studying while I rebuilt some engine.
She stood up, placing her books in her chair. I watched her wondering what the hell she was about to do. She walked over to Mando, drooling over his shiny black Yahama.
"May I?" she asked, holding her hands out like she was about to cradle a child.
"Uh Sure," he said stepping aside.
Before I could stop her, she hopped on and sped off across the parking lot. Everyone stopped working and ran to the elephant door, watching her go in perfect even circles. I was mesmerized by her confidence. And pretty damn shocked she didn't eat shit on the first turn. Her brothers would flip the fuck out if I'd let her get road rash.
"I'm telling you man. Keep your eye on that one," Miguel bellowed, punching me in the arm.
She sped back to Mando, stopping carefully beside him.
"Thanks," she said beaming. "She flies like a dream." Mando just stared at her wide-eyed.
"What?" she said walking up to me.
"What the fuck was that?"
"Well yeah. I guess Emmett wouldn't have told you."
"Told me what? That you have split personalities?"
"No," she laughed. "I had a bike back in Seattle. It was all I wanted for my 16th birthday. Edward and Jazz can ride too. We just don't."
"Oh okay," I mocked her casual tone.
That night I couldn't keep my hands off of her. That whole stunt with the bike, it was so fucking hot. After that day I never looked at her the same. She was simply incredible. Every thing about her, stunning and shocking, but in the best possible way. She was too good to be true.
I lay in bed watching her sleep, turning every aspect of her over in my mind and I couldn't find anything I didn't like. There wasn't a single thing about her that turned me off, that made me question why I couldn't stay away from her.
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It had been a month and looking back that day, the day she pulled that shit with Mando's bike, that was the first day I didn't think about Rose, at all. Of course I didn't realize it right away, but as the weeks passed I did realized that was the day, the day Rose was completely out of my system.
The next morning, I went to class, worked out and picked up Vanessa. She made us dinner and we had sex in the kitchen and then in her bedroom.
She fell asleep with a slight smile on her face, nuzzling her cheek again my chest. I watched her, tracing her eyebrows with my fingers.
I realized then I was doing the same exact thing I had done with Rose. I was using Vanessa, using her body, using her company, her comfort and I was giving her none of me in return. None of the real me. I was taking advantage of Vanessa's feelings for me and her laxed attitude towards my refusal to give us a title.
I knew exactly what would happen if I kept this bullshit up. I'd wake up one day and she'd be engaged to some fucking dude who was smart enough to see her for what she really was. Vanessa was someone worth of all of my love and attention, she was worthy of everything I had to give, every ounce of my effort and if I wasn't careful I would lose her.
So I decided. In the morning I would cut the shit. In the morning I would show her what she really meant to me and I would hope and pray that in her eyes I was worthy of her, that she really did think that I deserved every bit of her.
"I'm going to drive myself today," she said casually, packing her books.
FUCK. WHAT DID I DO WRONG—besides the obvious.
She caught the look of pure terror on my face and walked over to me.
"I just wanted to pick something up for you. I don't want to spoil the surprise," she smirked up at me.
I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her closer. I was too tall for her to wrap her arms around my neck, so laced them around my waist and stared up into my eyes. I wondered what she saw there.
I knew what I saw, looking back at me. Those gorgeous green eyes. Her patience, her forgiveness, her trust. She loved me. I have no idea why, but I could see it there.
I am not exactly sure what came over me but, I –uh. I don't know.
I leaned in closer, pressing my lips to her ear.
"I love you," I whispered. I pulled back a little to see the look on her face. Her expression was unreadable, blank.
Was it too soon? Did she not feel the same way? Had I completely fucked up again?
"Come here," she said softly. Her hand went around the back of my neck as my lips pressed forcefully against hers. We kissed for a long moment and then she released me, her hand sliding down my chest.
"You'll be at the shop today?"
"Yeah," I answered.
"Well I'll call you when I get home. Okay?"
" 'Kay."
She kissed me once more, then slid out the garage down.
I spent the whole thinking about what I'd said and what she hadn't.
I told her I loved her.
I'd never told a girl that, flat out. And it had never held that kind of meaning for me. But she didn't say anything back. Was nothing worse then something? Would it have killed me if she had said something like 'That's nice." Yeah it would have, even though I would have no right to feel bad. It would have hurt a lot.
I tried to push my speculation aside. She hadn't kicked me out, she didn't try and break things off. She said she even had a surprise for me. Things couldn't be all bad if Vanessa still wanted to go out of her way to do things for me.
I still hadn't heard from her when I got off my shift, so I headed back to the house to change. Vanessa called me when I was almost there, telling me to come over as soon as I was ready.
Rose and Emmett weren't home at first, but when I came back down after my shower they were on the couch watching TV.
I walked into the room.
"Hey man. I feel like I haven't seen you in ages," Emmett leaned over the back of the couch, bumping fists with me.
"Just been working a lot. What's going on?"
"Nothing just class and all this wedding crap."
"Hey," Rose chided poking him in the ribs. "No one made you ask me." There was that smile again. But this time it didn't kill me to look at her. The pain was gone.
She turned back to me, a hesitant look in her eyes. I gave her a small smirk and we both knew, right then, that we were okay.
"Well I'm gonna go kick it with your sister. She said she has some sort of surprise for me."
Emmett grimaced. "Good luck with that."
"I'll see you guys."
"Bye Jake," Rose said.
"Later," Emmett's attention was all focused back on the TV.
"Bye Rose," I said finally, heading for the door.
"Hey Jake," Emmett called after me. I stuck my head back in the room. "I don't know what you're doing right, but Nessie is really happy. So – thanks man."
"No problem." I said. Rose tossed me a finally wink before I took off.
Part of me should have been rejoicing. I could look Rose in the eye and not feel like I'd been punched in the face. But I didn't care about that. All I could think about was the fact that I couldn't seem to get to Vanessa fast enough. The speed limit and general traffic wouldn't allow it.
When I finally pulled into her driveway, she sent me a text.
I'm in the bedroom.
This was a probably a surprise I would like.
I let myself in and threw my jacket on the rack by the door. I noticed that there was some luggage standing by the couch. I eyed it curiously for a second, before Vanessa's voice called to me.
"Jake." A lustful breathiness clouded her tone. She was really turned on. Excellent. I would tell her how I really felt. Show her all the feelings I had for her. And then I'd finally make love to her.
"Hey, Mama," I said walking through her bedroom door, where I came to screeching hault, freezing.
From time to time I would have dreams, starting when I was 11 or so. Dreams where all of my fantasies would come true. The exotic women in exotic places, vying for my attention, begging for a chance just to be close to my dick. Fantasies where I could get any girl and I could do anything I wanted.
What I saw there on Vanessa's bed surpassed any fantasy I'd ever been clever enough to conjure up.
The light in the room was dimmed. The small artsy lamp on her dresser spilled a soft, faint glow across the floor and the walls.
Vanessa was laying completely naked on the bed, her hair flowing over her shoulders. It shimmered a little as she looked up at me.
Between her legs, also completely naked was the hottest, NO , the most beautiful, the most sexy, most juicy, voluptuous black girl I had ever seen in my entire life. Long, thick leg, amazingly juicy thighs, round hips and tits for days. And that was just below the neck.
I was drawn to her face when she spoke, flashing her flawless white teeth at me. "Hi Jake." The sound of her voice made my dick twitch. She smiled, her full lips pulling up to one side.
They sat comfortably, Vanessa's arms were wrapped around the girl's chest, the girls head, tucked gently in the nape of Vanessa's neck, her back flush against Vanessa breasts.
I blinked, shaking my head. This had to be a dream. There was no way this was happening. What the hell had Vanessa been doing all day? Where did she find this chick?
"Is – uh – this my surprise?" I asked cautiously. I'd hate to be wrong.
"Well Baby, it's a surprise for both of us -- to share," she giggled a little. "This is my pet Amanda. But you can touch her however you like."
I blinked again.
I don't know why I was so shocked. I mean the first time I'd seen Vanessa naked she'd had another girls face buried between her thighs. But something about this chick, something about Amanda was different. Rose and Vanessa and I were just playing things by ear, testing shit out. Rose and I no idea what were we doing. But these two, my red headed princess and her little friend, I could see it in their eyes, they had plans for me.
Vanessa's hand slid down between Amanda's legs. She let them fall open, exposing her slit to me just before Vanessa's fingers ghosted over her clit. Amanda's eyes closed and she moaned, pushing her hips up a little.
"I got her all wet for you, Baby," Vanessa sighed before she leaned her head forward and licked Amanda's neck.
JESUS CHRIST! That was hot.
I was still frozen though, blinking like an idiot. I was a little out of my league here.
Vanessa must have sensed my hesitation. She gently told Amanda to move so she could get up. She crawled toward me, rising to her knees on the foot of the bed, holding out her hand to me.
"Come here, Baby," she cooed. Amanda flopped back down on the covers and stretched across the width of the bed on her side.
My feet carried me across the room to Vanessa. She ran her hands up my chest, looking dangerously innocent.
"You're not mad, are you?" she whispered. She must be confusing my silence with anger.
I wrapped my fingers through her hair and brought her lips to mine. I kissed her deeply and released her. "No. Just surprised."
"Good," she smiled, tugging at the bottom of my shirt. I helped her pull it off. She brought her lips to my collarbone kissing and sucking and licking as her fingers made their way to my belt.
I looked at Amanda and beckoned her towards Vanessa and I. She rose to her knees and crawled up behind Vanessa. I could feel the back of her hands brush against my chest as the roamed over Vanessa's body.
I stepped back watching them as I kicked off my jeans and my boxers. I stroked myself for a moment just looking at them, looking at the way their bodies moved together.
Amanda and Vanessa knew each other in this very different, beyond intimate way. I don't know how long it had been since they were last together, but they appeared to have never skipped a beat.
In perfect sync, they both leaned backward, Amanda supporting both their weight on her heels. One hand was between Vanessa's legs slowly teasing her clit, The other was on Vanessa's neck, craning her head to the side, so Amanda could slowly run her tongue from Vanessa's ear down to her shoulder.
Vanessa was completely lost in Amanda's touch, sighing and moaning, rocking her hips forward.
The sound of my deep breathing brought Vanessa out of her trance. I know it turned her on to see my hand on my dick, but I don't think it was part of her plan.
All Vanessa had to do was move a half of an inch out of Amanda's embrace and Amanda completely backed off. It was the strangest thing to watch, the way they balanced control.
"Why don't you let Amanda take care of that for you, Baby. Come here." As I stepped towards the bed Amanda rolled to the side, making room for me. I centered myself in the middle of the bed, still on my knees. Amanda rose to hers and crawled in front of me. Vanessa came up behind me and began laying small, soft kisses across my back.
She wound my hair between her fingers and put it in a ponytail for me. She knew I didn't like it my face when I was trying to work.
"I have it on good authority that Amanda can work wonders with her tongue," She breathed into my neck.
I looked at Amanda who was now kissing her way down my chest. She stopped for a moment and bit her lip, looking up at me. She was really fucking hot.
I let my eyes close and my head rest against Vanessa's cheek as Amanda took me into her mouth. She slowly drew her whole tongue around the head, covering it with her wet heat just beyond her lips.
"Fuck," I groaned. She was good. Not as good as Vanessa, but good. She couldn't deep throat it, but she was really good with her hands, easily making up for what she couldn't do with her mouth.
Vanessa held me, her arms wrapped around my chest as Amanda and I fell into a steady rhythm, my hand on the back of her head, guiding her head up and down.
"Open up, Baby," Vanessa whispered. I opened my eyes to see her finger at the corner of my mouth. I took it between my lips and sucked it gently. She pulled it out and brought it down to my nipple, rubbing and pitching, making me groan even louder.
It was strange having two work me over like this, but I liked it. A lot. I felt so close to Vanessa. The secure way she was holding on to me. The passion I felt behind her kisses only turned me on more and more as Amanda did her thing.
After a while, Vanessa gave Amanda a break, knowing I wouldn't come. She reached around me, gently placing her finger under Amanda's chin. Amanda staid the motion of her hand and her tongue, but kept me in her mouth as she looked up at Vanessa.
I didn't turn to look at Vanessa, but there was some silent communication between them. Amanda let my dick slide out of her mouth slowly and gave the tip one final lap with her tongue.
Then they both slid up the bed, laying on their backs.
"You know what? I think I'm just going to watch for a moment, if you two don't mind." I wasn't one to not participate, especially when straight up porn was going down with in two feet of me, but I had to see this. I had to see them really go at it, not worrying about me.
And trust me they didn't. As soon as I gave them the green light, it was like I was completely invisible. They were lost in each other. I sat on the foot of the bed and kept stroking my dick, just watching them.
She climbed over Amanda, pausing when she was straddled over her. She leaned in and kissed Amanda full on the lips, moaning into her mouth. Amanda's hands came up and caressed Vanessa's ass.
It was the sexiest thing ever. My dick and I were completely flipping out.
"God you still taste so good," Amanda moaned. She sat up, pushing Vanessa backwards towards me.
She lay her head down right next to my leg. I swept her hair out of the way, splaying it across my thigh.
Amanda righted herself, sitting on with her legs tucked under her body.
"Anything in particular you'd like to see Jake?" she asked. She pulled her finger down the length of Vanessa's wet pussy while she waited for me to answer. Vanessa sighed in reaction to her touch.
"Surprise me," I said.
She shrugged and reached for Vanessa's hand and pulled her up. It was like a well-choreographed dance, they way they slid into place. First they turned on the bed, giving me a clear view of both their bodies.
In one lithe motion four legs parted, then interlaced with each other. Vanessa reached forward to Amanda's hips and yanked her body forward, their pussies slamming together.
"Nessie. Baby. Fuck," Amanda cried. Vanessa's started grinding their lips together. Amanda began to move in the precise opposite direction, matching Vanessa's rhythm, I imagine creating a perfect kind of friction.
As ridiculously hot as this all was I couldn't help but watch Vanessa's face, nearly time. She almost never opened her eyes.
The sounds she was making were light and breathy, but still intense. She seemed so lost in every motion of Amanda's body. She seemed to bask so fully in Amanda's touch every time she would caress her nipples. And when they kissed, well fuck. Vanessa was euphoric. They craved each other, lust dripping from every point of contact. I'd never seen Vanessa react to me this way. I felt like I couldn't keep up. I couldn't compete.
I watched Vanessa's head fall back as Amanda gently kissed the length of her neck. I watched as she sighed, grinding her hips harder, lacing her fingers through Amanda's hair. Suddenly it all made sense.
The conversation I'd had with myself the night before, all the things I'd planned on showing her and telling her. I'd never made love to Vanessa before and that's exactly what Amanda was doing. She was making love to her, every single part of her.
My hand felt from my dick and I sat there frozen staring at Vanessa's trembling lips. She was about to come.
"Jake. Jake," she begged. I hated hearing her call me like that. I hated that she wanted for anything.
I slid closer, stroking her hair. "Yeah, Mama, I'm here."
"Jake, I need you. I need you inside me," She breathed. Just as she said the words Amanda jumped off the bed, giving me room to get situated however I needed to.
I quickly moved around to the other side of the bed taking the spot where Amanda had just been. I grabbed Vanessa's hips and pulled her closer to me. Her leg, I propped over my shoulder. I wasted no time sliding into her wet pussy.
"Vanessa," I breathed as her tightness surrounded every last inch of me.
"Amanda, honey, come here," Vanessa panted, her lips staying parted. I watched, amazed, as once again Amanda knew exactly what Vanessa wanted. She crawled up on the bed again and straddled Vanessa's head, facing me.
For the second time all three of us were connected. Vanessa's tongue worked Amanda's clit to the rhythm of my thrusts. I gripped Vanessa's hip with my right hand and with my left I massaged Amanda's tits.
"Fuck, Jake. That feels good," she groaned, loud. Her hand fell to Vanessa's body, pinching and tugging her nipples.
It just seemed to work. Me fucking Vanessa, Vanessa licking Amanda. It just worked and finally we all came together. Vanessa pushed Amanda away and started grinding her hips into me harder.
"Give me all of it baby," she grunted. Her body clenched down around me, drawing every last drop. I let her leg fall back to the bed and then I slid down on top of her, our lips finally tangling together.
My mind was a complete mess. I was completely in love with her.
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I fucked them both twice and then again they fell back in step with each other, becoming completely consumed with each other's bodies.
When they were both spent and appeared to be a sleep, I slipped out of the bedroom.
I needed a drink.
I went out to the back porch and watched the beginnings of a storm raging out at sea. The lightening flashed across the night sky.
I sipped my beer slowly, thinking about Vanessa. I loved her so much and she wanted me, but was I enough for her? Don't get me wrong, the whole night had been pretty freaking sweet, but there was something about the way her and Amanda were together. I couldn't breach the connection between them. Whether it was simply the fact that they were making love or not, it seemed like Amanda was giving her something I couldn't give her. Amanda was giving her something that maybe Vanessa thought I wasn't even capable of offering.
Maybe I'd said the words too late. Maybe the 'I love you' I'd dropped on her that morning just wasn't enough. Maybe it was too much.
I wanted to figure it out. I wanted to be with her.
"You mind if I join you?"
I turned to see Amanda standing in the open doorway, a long button up wrapped around her. She had thrown some panties on.
"Sure," I moved my legs so she could fall into the seat across from me. I held up my extra New Castle gesturing towards her.
"Yeah, thank you." I put my beer down opening the other one for her. She took it and gulped down a huge swig.
"You drink a lot around her?" she asked. Great here comes the "Are you fucking up" interrogation.
"No," I said keeping my cool. "She buys these for me, I have maybe two or three a week."
"Hmmm," she took another sip nodding. I'd passed round one. "So is there anything you want to ask me? Anything you want to know?"
"Well I know you have excellent taste in women."
She huffed a quiet laugh. "That is true."
"I guess I'm confused as to why? I mean I enjoyed myself, trust me, but I just don't know why you would want to, with me there," I said honestly. It was no mystery as to why she would want Vanessa, but she didn't shy away from me one bit.
"Jake, I'm not sure you've seen yourself in the mirror, but ah—you're not too hard on the eyes if you know what I mean. And well Vanessa told me it would be worth my while, fooling around with you a little."
I finished my beer, "And?"
"You did not disappoint."
"Thanks." I laughed.
Amanda's tone suddenly changed. "You know she loves you right?"
"I don't know about that. She seems pretty into you." Images of them together, without me, flooded my mind. And not in a good way.
"No. Nessie and I have a really deep friendship. I mean I think I know her pretty well and she trusts me, but it's more of a trust based on habit. Nessie and I just so used to each other. It's a comfort thing. Not love. But you, she loves you."
I gazed back towards the water, a doubtful look clouding my face.
"She told me. This afternoon."
My head whipped to attention. I felt like a 13 year old girl, wanting to beg for details. Instead I just looked at her. She knew what the look meant.
"She does."
"Why?" I asked. I didn't get it, nor did I completely believe it. "I have no idea what she sees in me."
"I love guys," she laughed. "So slow. Jake you give her what no guy has ever given her."
"What?" My dick?
"Jake you know all about her brothers right?" I nodded urging her on. "Well you make her feel normal. You don't fuss over her, push her about getting to the doctor, freak out when she wants to do things on her own. You just let her be."
I was so fucking confused. The way she was making it sound, I was the worst boyfriend in the world. And I hadn't claimed her as mine yet. So I was distant. I didn't give a shit about her well health. I sounded pretty shitty.
"Jake some girls need a knight in shining armor. Some girls need a guys swooping in and saving the day, they need that strong protector, but Vanessa doesn't need that. She has her brothers for that crap. She loves you because you give her exactly what she needs, not what someone else needs, but what Vanessa needs. She loves you because you love her exactly the way she needs you to. You give her room to breathe. You let her be herself."
I was still confused about some of shit she said, but one thing did make sense to me. Vanessa loved me and I loved her. For some reason I was good enough. For some reason I was exactly what she wanted and everything she needed.
"Hmm," I said to myself. I blinked, finally getting it.
Amanda stood then, reaching for my empties, which I handed to her.
"How long are you here for?" I asked. Not that I really cared, just curious I guess.
"Just a few days. I gotta get back to Cali for class. I'll—uh take the couch tonight. Let you two have some time alone."
"Thanks," I said with sincerity.
"No problem. But tomorrow --," she laughed.
"Yeah, yeah, I gotcha."
"You know, she hates it when people call her Vanessa."
"Really? That's how she introduced herself to me."
"Well she must have loved you from day one." Amanda said before disappearing back in the house.
When I slipped back into the bedroom, Vanessa was still sound asleep. I pulled back the covers and got in the bed, wrapping my arms around her.
"Jake," she sighed.
"Yeah, Mama."
"Where'd you go? I missed you." Her eyes were still closed. I doubt she'd remember this conversation in the morning.
"I missed you too. I was just out back, getting some fresh air. Amanda's on the couch."
"Okay," she breathed. I held her rolling on to my back. She threw her leg across my stomach, pulling herself as close as possible. I rubbed circles across the soft skin of her back, trying to calm her restlessness. She was out a few seconds later.
Or so I thought.
"Jake," she whispered one more time.
"Yeah, Mama. I'm still here."
"I love you," she said clearly.
"I love you too, Vanessa."
"Good," she sighed, just as her breathing became soft and rhythmic.
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** Loosely translated…"I'm fine with the man I got. Besides they'd have to catch me first."
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COME TO THE FORUM AND PLAY... Amanda is on page 21.
I hope you liked it. Nessie is up next and then I'm taking it somewhere so crazy. You wont even believe it.
I promised my friend Vanessa that the Vanessa in this story has nothing to do with her. She's read Breaking Dawn so she gets why I chose the name. Although I'm pretty sure she would love to have sex with Jake too.
Sorry for the typos. I'm tired.