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~Chapter Ten-Blow My Mind~

I opened my eyes and stretched, staring at the ceiling of my bedroom. Someone must have carried me in once we got home.

I started my routines, waiting to think about things until I completely woke up.

I was startled to find a note from Alice, it said to read after noon, so I went downstairs instead. I knew better than to read it when I wasn't directed to.

Never bet against Alice and all that.

I found most of the family discussing something or somethings in low voices, so quickly that I couldn't hear anything. I wasn't sure they noticed me, yet.

"Hey, what's up?" I did notice the way they tensed and quickly turned to aim somewhat forced smiles at me.

Okay, I now wanted to know more than I previously did.

"What's going on?" I asked, leveling them with a suspicious glare.

"Just deciding who can and can't stay with us. Carlisle has made contact with some of his friends, since some of them drink human blood, we feel it would be a conflict of interest. You are human and trying to carry our babies, it will be hard to do so if you are killed in an. . .accidental misunderstanding." Esme explained, using delicate words even I knew exactly what she meant by them.

"So, who have you decided can?" I asked, curious since I hadn't met any of Carlisle's friends.

"We have invited our friend, Alistair, but he isn't a people person. Jasper's friends Peter and Charlotte are coming to stay soon, they would like to finish their tour of Europe, first, so they should be here next month. Garrett didn't answer, he rarely ever does. He'll get in touch when he feels the need to." Carlisle smiled, more genuine this time.

"I've been thinking, Jasper passed the test yesterday, so I don't think the three weeks wait is necessary." I mumbled keeping my eyes on my feet.

"That is true, the wait would be unnecessary. The question now is, when should the events take place? What is more comfortable for you?" He inquired, studying my face.

I hadn't thought about the possibility that he'd ask me that.

What would I do, now? I didn't have an answer for him.

"I don't know. Jasper?" I checked, turning to the empath.

I know it was a crappy thing to do, putting the poor guy in the spotlight like that, but I couldn't think with all of them staring at me expectedly like that. They looked at me like I was the only raft during a flash flood.

It was a tad overwhelming sometimes.

"Uh, tonight?" The empath sounded as uncertain as his face appeared.

"That would do, the family could do with a hunt. You should hunt first, get some fresh blood to maintain your stability. The rest of the family can hunt tonight, so you may have some privacy. We will remain out of the vicinity for the night, take your time, no rush required." Carlisle smiled at the two of us and then all my vampires were gone.

I stood in the same spot, stunned. Tonight?! I would lose my virginity tonight? That was so soon, sooner than I expected.

I stood in that spot for some time, thoughts churning and gut twisting nervously.

Once my stomach and mind calmed a little, I ate a light breakfast, healthy, of course. I watched a few documentaries and a mystery show to keep my mind off things for a while, I'd drive myself nuts if I kept thinking about it like this.

I checked the clock and realized it was almost one o clock. Wait a minute, Alice said to open the letter after noon. . .now was as perfect a time as any, the family had gone to finish painting or something.

I carefully cut the top of the envelope and removed the paper inside, skimming it until it reached a certain point. Oh my.

She was given me directions on how to break my hymen on my own, so Jasper won't be upset when he causes me that kind of pain. Smart, but a little, uh, out of my depth. I'd never touched myself like that, and to do what she suggested, I would have to do that.

Ah crap.

Okay, I'd done as she suggested, and broke my own hymen. It hurt more than I expected, and bled a bit, but other than that it wasn't so bad. I drew a hot bath and soaked for an hour, thoroughly cleaning myself using scentless shampoo and body wash.

I wrapped up in a fluffy towel and then stood in my room staring at the closet. What would I wear on the march to have actual sex for the first time?

I couldn't decide between a plain T shirt and jeans, or a lovely little blue dress that came down to my knees. It had these little swirls that went all the way around and a decent amount of cleavage showed, but not too much. I was leaning toward the dress but I was afraid of the message I might unconsciously be sending him. I didn't know if a dress was saying that I was attempting to seduce a married vampire, or that I wasn't sure what to wear.

Ugh.

I'd eaten a light meal and brushed my teeth three times then flossed twice, to make absolutely sure I got rid of any food residue. I knew my family didn't like the smell of human food.

I slipped on the dress, fussing with the hem and left my feet bare. Emmett had installed a path between houses, so I wouldn't touch any of the grass with my feet. I made my way to Alice and Jasper's house, the thought making me feel guilty all over again for what I was about to do.

I focused on the stair case, heading up the stairs toward the room the flower petals led to. Jasper had told me he would lay them down to mark the path to the room we would use for. . .well making a baby.

The irony that he used flower petals to lead to the room I would be deflowered in didn't escape me.

I knocked, even though he told me that I could walk in. It didn't feel right to, though, this was his home, not mine.

This room was unmistakably Jasper's. The walls were a mix of modern and older style paint. Black and white pictures were hung all over the room, along with other artifacts. A picture of a barefoot Jasper in a cowboy hat, playing a six string guitar caught my eye. His face was relaxed, happy, and he just seemed. . .human. Normal. Just another guy doing something he enjoyed.

I forced my eyes to save the picture, checking out the rest of the space. A shelf of books older than my parents were carefully sorted and neatly tucked in rows. There was a writing desk that looked like it belonged in the eighteen hundreds, smooth and faded, but still beautiful. I gently touched the surface, the texture was a little worn, but it was apparently well loved and used quite often. The amount of care it was given told me that.

My eyes were drawn to the large, Victorian era bed that seemed to take up the whole other side of the room, the sheets and blankets a light tan colour. There were a mountain of pillows on that single bed.

"I see you've found it." A soft, familiar southern voice twanged from behind me. Jasper.

"Easy to find thanks to your path of petals." I replied, not needing to turn around.

"Are you ready?" He asked, still speaking softly. I don't know why, we were the only ones in the house, or on the property.

Was I ready? I thought about that for a moment. I know I wanted to give him and Alice a baby, Carlisle suggested this as an alternative to egg harvesting. I'd already done the painful bit.

"Yes." I believed I was ready.

Cool, gentle hands rested on my shoulders. He barely tugged on the straps of my dress, letting me know what he was about to do. I let him, closing my eyes and focusing on his breath to chase away the anxiety. The whisper of fabric made me aware that I was now without a dress. It truly hadn't stayed on my body long.

He turned me and gently lifted me, my back meeting soft sheets. I opened my eyes to see him knelt beside my prone body, golden eyes watching me.

"I'm going to do all I can so you enjoy this, too, alright?" He waited for my nod, before speaking again. "This means that I will touch you in a way that you aren't used to. Do you trust me?"

"Yes." I whispered. He shouldn't need to ask. I'd always trusted him.

"Close your eyes."

I did as he asked, not moving when I felt him remove my undergarments. I wanted to twitch, but I made myself lay still.

Cool lips met my neck, making me gasp. Jasper softly left a trail of kisses down my neck, slowly moving downward. I wiggled when I felt his lips on my chest, no one had kissed me on my chest. His tongue found a nipple and lapped at it, making me squirm and pant at the pleasurable sensations.

Cold hands and lips pleased my breasts, cold breath helping.

I didn't know my breasts could be so sensitive.

After a few moments, he continued downward, puzzling me. It wasn't until he reached my pantyline that I realized where he was going. My squirming kicked up a notch and I instinctively closed my legs.

Why on Earth would he want to try to put his mouth there?

Jasper's mouth left my skin, making me relax slightly, but my legs stayed firmly closed. His large hands rubbed the outside of my thighs in a soothing pattern.

"It's okay. It will help prepare you, but you need to let me in, to do it." His voice was a small bit rougher than it had been, but soothing.

After a brief internal debate, me against me, I slowly opened my legs again.

"There, now, that's better." He commented, smiling at me.

Before I had the chance to respond, he swooped down and a very cool, wet something swiped at my most intimate place. I jerked, a cry of surprise and pleasure ripped from my throat as a pleasant jolt ran along my body.

I'd not fully recovered from surprise, before he began his oral assault on my lower region. Pleasure filled me at every swipe of his very talented tongue, at least, I think it was his tongue. At one point he placed a finger at my entrance and carefully slid it into me, then a second a few moments later, and made scissoring motions. It felt wonderful and I didn't think I could ever get used to it.

Something changed inside of me, I felt like there was a very tight coil winding up in my stomach, winding up more the longer his pleasurable torture continued.

Finally, it snapped and a sensation like I'd never felt in my entire life hit me like a ton of asphalt.

I screamed, my back arching off the bed, and I careened off the face of the planet. I hovered in this pink paradise for a few moments before plummeting back down to Earth.

Floating, I was floating on a soft surface.

I opened my eyes and realized that I'd never left the bed.

Jasper was hovering above me, still and tense, his face screwed up into a snarl. He looked like he was in pain, which confused me. Then, like a bolt of lightning struck me, I remembered that he hadn't had an experience like mine yet.

He also still hadn't entered me.

"It's okay, Jasper, you can enter me now." I spoke softly, blushing a little, but my cheeks were hot before. So, chances are, no one would be able to tell the difference.

He nodded, one hand reaching down to align himself with me, before carefully and slowly pushing in. There was discomfort, but it wasn't pain, exactly. I still gasped, because it felt so big and I was already feeling so stretched.

He paused, possibly checking on me through my emotions, before pushing in more. Slowly, so slowly pressing inch after inch into me until he stopped. Finally, he was all the way in, I felt his thighs touch my thighs. I felt so full, I thought I would burst if he moved. He was panting above me, eyes clenched shut and jaw tight.

I gently touched his face, and his eyes flew open, black met my brown.

I nodded and he began to move.

I sucked in a sharp breath, the feeling was indescribable. So much pleasure in one tiny motion.

He continued to move slowly, dragging himself out of me, only to push in. One of his hands lifted from the matress to rub my leg, pulling me closer to him as he pushed into my secret places. My own hands grabbed his strong stone shoulders as I gasped, moaned and cried out. He growled and clawed at the sheets, but I felt safe. And out of my mind with the things he was doing to me, making me feel.

I did that coil thing by accident once, when I returned to myself I'd realized he'd stopped thrusting and felt like I should apologize, but he just gave me a small smile and started to move again. All thoughts of apologizing fled my mind, in fact, any thoughts altogether fled my mind.

At one point, he sped up the rhythm a bit and his growling turned to full out snarling. His hips lost all meaning of rhythm and did their own thing, thrusting erratically.

I felt that coil thing happening again, I was shot off planet, and arrived back to Earth just in time to feel a gush of very cold liquid inside me.

I fell asleep before he left my body, exhausted. That was one workout I didn't mind one bit.