a/n Congrats to you guys for popping the 100 review cherry. Didn't hurt at all. First time sex is on its way, just to let all of you know (for some reason, it's been requested quite a few times). But, as a reward, I give you a different flavor of lemonade. Is everyone cool with raspberry? Sweet, with that little raspberry zing. Enjoy. And if it makes you giggle, good. Parts of it are supposed to.

And as a smug moment of pride, Mark Buehrle and Paul Konerko of the Chicago White Sox under the leg out on opening day made the number one spot ESPN's Top 10 for 2010. If you haven't seen it and are a baseball fan… I'm not sure where you've been this year, but it's online. It's ridiculous.

UPDATE: This chapter has been edited. Don't work without your references, kids. You have to edit.

TOUCHING

The feeling of laying on her childhood bed in her old room in their little one story cottage was as nostalgic as it was comforting. The sounds of Christmas music piping from the living room made her excited. The only Christmas she'd spent here had been a stressful one, even at just a few months old, and one she recalled perfectly. It would be nice to spend it here again with her parents and her boyfriend.

Boyfriend.

She giggled as she recalled the short, blunt conversation she'd had with Jacob a few weeks after their first real date.

Everything was in boxes, ready to go, and Renesmee stood with her hands on her hips. They were leaving her father's Chicago home after just a few months, and she was sad. Having lived in the borderline wilderness of Minnesota for most of her life to this point, her father's hometown, with its bright lights, fast pace, and the best live music anywhere, had been a welcome change. It had been meant to last about two or three years, but Billy's sudden turn had called them back to Washington. She wasn't bitter at all that she was leaving, though. Chicago would always be here. Billy, on the other hand, only had a few months.

There was a soft knock on her door, and she looked up just as Jacob entered. She raised her eyebrows. "You know, you're supposed to wait after you knock. What if I had been naked?"

"That would have been a bad thing?" He was met with a pillow to the face, and he laughed. "Hey, this is gonna seem really stupid, and maybe it is, but I have a question."

"What?"

"Will you be my girlfriend?"

"As in, I get to tell people that you're my boyfriend?" She felt her stomach do a flip at the idea, assumed as it had been, of actually calling him that.

"Yeah."

She grinned and hopped up to kiss him. "That is silly," she said. "Of course I will."

The buzzing of her phone caught her attention, and she saw a text from Jacob.

work sucked wanna hang?

She laughed, hoping that today, like yesterday and the days before it, would include some making out in their hanging out. parentals r putting up Christmas stuff. save me!

She hopped off her bed and danced down the hallway. She could hear her father muttering.

"Jacob's coming over!" she sang as she rounded the corner into the living room.

"Good." Bella was just wrapped in garland at the moment, a little frown on her face. "The fridge needs cleaned out." She looked around her feet, her frown deepening. "Oh, no. This is not happening."

"What's wrong?" Renesmee sat down on the floor in front of the fireplace.

"She can't find any of the lights," her father muttered. He was still muttering.

"Mommy?" Renesmee batted her eyes at her mother. "No man should have to hear his teenage daughter's innermost thoughts."

Her father actually burst out laughing at this. "Please, Bella," he said around his laughter. "She's completely right." A moment later, his laughter subsided, and he sighed with relief. "Thank you."

Bella rolled her eyes, dropping her arms and letting half the garland fall to the floor. "Okay, we have to go to Seattle."

The small smile that had lingered on her father's face evaporated faster than a drop of water on a hot day in the desert. "Why?"

"Because we don't have lights, and I don't want the crappy ones they have in Port Angeles."

He sputtered. "The ones they have at that hardware store are fine."

Her mom's lip jutted out a bit. Smart lady, her mom, she thought to herself as her father's frown had lessened slightly. He had never been able to refuse her anything. "But daring, it'll take so long to get to Seattle." His eyes darted to his daughter, and Renesmee frowned slightly. "I'm just not comfortable…" He trailed off when her pout became a full-on frown. "…leaving her alone so long. You understand."

Her mother blinked once, then said, "No, I really don't. Explain." Her eyes flashed slightly.

Renesmee watched, fascinated. She couldn't figure out how she did it, but her mother had a way of getting everything she wanted from her husband. She took notes in her head, thinking about the things that she wanted…

Her father wasn't stupid. He knew his wife well, could hear the challenge in her voice. And unable to hear her thoughts, he was more unbalanced with her than with anyone else, and not willing to risk infuriating her. "Please," he begged. "We can go, but can we just wait until tomorrow?"

Renesmee then observed her mother change tactics entirely. The frown turned into a smirk, and she raised an eyebrow. "I'll let you drive if we go today," she said, and for some reason her voice sounded very suggestive.

And for reasons she didn't want to know, his face changed, too, and he nodded.

"Ew," Renesmee said, making her way out the front door to wait for Jacob. She may not know what they were talking about, but she could put it into a fairly broad sexual category.

Sitting outside was nostalgic, too, she decided, watching the rain come down to melt the snow. It had been strange, but their rainy last days in Chicago had felt the homiest. After just a few minutes, her parents came out the front door.

"We're leaving you, darling," Bella said. They watched silently as Edward stalked past to open their new garage and start up the car. He frowned out the front windshield. Bella sighed. "Don't worry about him," she said, waving a hand. "He'll come around. He's just not ready for you to be anywhere near adulthood yet."

"Neither are you," Renesmee replied, snuggling into her mother's side in a brief hug.

Bella laughed. "I'm realistic." She dropped a kiss onto her daughter's forehead before darting off to the car. They pulled out, heading through the trees to the main house, and the highway.

After a few seconds, she heard the beep of her father's horn, followed by the honking of what could only be Jacob's truck. Her eyes trained on the spot where he would come through the trees, and a moment later, he was barreling up the gravel drive toward her. Through the rain and his windshield, she could see how exhausted he was. His father's illness and work were taking their toll on him. He climbed out of his truck once it was stationary, and his shoulders slumped as he walked up the walk toward her. As soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around her, buried his face in his hair, and inhaled deeply. She rubbed his back for a moment before he pulled away to lean down and press a gentle kiss on her lips. He moaned softly when she deepened it, picking her up with his huge hands by her waist and supporting her when she hopped up to wrap her legs around him. He moaned again when her hands made their way into his thick hair, winding through the silky strands while she tasted every crevice of his mouth she could reach. Clumsily, he reached down for the doorknob and turned it. The wooden door swung open and he carried her inside. Her lips left his so he could see, but she used the chance to kiss whatever else she could reach—his ears, the tip of his nose, his cheeks, neck, collarbone.

When he reached her room, he sat her down on the edge of her bed and pulled away from her. His warm hands reached up to hold her face, and for a long moment, he just stared at her. She felt a little uncomfortable at first, but then she started staring back, logging the things she saw.

His face was lined from a lack of sleep, but his eyes were bright with love for her. She still couldn't believe it when she saw it there, could barely breathe when he said it out loud. He was so devastatingly good looking, she could hardly believe he was really hers. She also noticed that his hair was getting a little long, and she smiled lopsidedly.

"You need a haircut," she murmured, running a hand into his black silk again. He hummed softly, his eyes closing, as her fingers massaged his scalp. She could feel her smile soften, and she giggled when he turned his head to kiss the inside of her wrist.

"Scoot over," he said, standing up.

She felt another flip in her stomach, the anticipation building up a little. She wondered how far she could get him to go today…

He blinked. "You know entirely too much about sex for a virgin," he said bluntly, and she snatched her hand away from his. He grinned. "Sorry."

"No, you're not," she muttered, burying her face in her pillow.

The bed shifted as he lay down next to her. "You're right," he murmured, reaching up to run his fingers through her curls. It felt nice, and she peeked up at him. He was grinning. "Not sorry at all. Nice mental images for later."

She blinked. "That didn't freak you out or anything?" She propped herself up on an elbow, staring at him curiously.

He laughed again, and this time, the sound was warm. "Honey, you could show me stuff like that all day. I'd be a very happy man if you did, actually."

"What kind of stuff do you want to see?" She bit her lip slightly, trying to think.

He blinked. "Seriously?" he asked, and his eyes were excited. It was the first time in a while she'd seen his face empty of the sadness and stress. She wanted him to forget, even if it was just for a little while.

"Seriously."

Growing up in the environment she had, Renesmee was no stranger to sex. And she had grown up with Jacob, who told her everything she'd ever wanted to know about anything, even if it embarrassed the crap out of him. He had helped things along by explaining what her family would not. So maybe she owed him a little embarrassment after all these years. And maybe it would help them along.

She wrapped her fists in his t-shirt, pulling him down on top of her on her bed and pressing her lips against his. He shifted so they would be more comfortable, and for several minutes, she forgot what she'd offered him. But when his hands slid up her sides, missing her breasts by centimeters and frustrating her yet again, she pressed her hands to his face.

About a year ago, on a bored afternoon in Minnesota, she'd spent too much time on the computer one afternoon and quickly discovered a way to relieve herself of the things she had started to feel. So now, she had a barrage of mental images to show him, of the things she liked the most. She showed him how she liked to start herself off, by playing with her breasts, which she was fairly sure were still growing, and he chuckled at that thought.

"I hope they're still growing," he muttered. Then, to her surprise, with no more prodding or pleading from her, he slid his hands up her shirt and under her back. She wondered for a moment what he was doing, exactly, then, before she could even register it, her bra had come lose. It had taken him no time at all.

"How'd you do that so fast?" she asked, curious.

He rolled his eyes, and flushed a little. "We used to practice with Embry's mom's bra," he mumbled. "Tell him I told you, and I'll never touch you again."

Any response she might have had after that was erased from her mind when his warm hands finally made contact with her front.

He'd brushed down the sides quite a few times and accidentally brushed them over her shirt before, but he'd never actually felt her breasts, and she was completely lost in the sensation of his warm hands caressing her. She started to move her hands, but he caught her wrist.

"Keep them there," he mumbled. "Show me what you want, baby." He chuckled at her next thought. "Not yet," he said, nuzzling his nose to hers. "Practice first."

"It's not like you've never done this stuff before," she muttered.

He blinked, confused. "Huh?"

"With girls." She'd never asked many questions about his past—not after finding out that he'd once tried to get with her mother when her father had gone off the deep end. But she had assumed that somewhere along the line, he'd done a few things with girls, therefore making him more knowledgeable that her.

At this, he laughed outright. "When would I have ever had time to be with anyone else?" he chuckled. "Maybe I went out on a few dates when I was younger—I can't remember." He kissed the side of her neck, gently pulling her skin between her teeth and making her moan. "I've never even touched a girl like this before," he said, squeezing her flesh. "I'm as new to this as you are. So you have to tell me what you like."

She showed him another picture, this one making her nervous, and he smiled down at her. "I would never make fun of you," he whispered. "Ever. Not like this."

And so it was that Jacob Black was the first and only boy to take her top off. Her bra was already loose, and it went with her shirt. She let her hands drop to the bed, her arms self-consciously starting to cover herself, but he gently took her hands away and put them next to her on the bed.

He just kept staring at her. Was that normal? She knew he'd seen boobs before—who in this house hadn't? For cripes sakes, he'd had the unfortunate honor of walking in on Carlisle and Esme once, and he swore he was scared for life. He'd been forced to see those of the women the members of his pack dated or were married to, including his sister's, which he also swore scared him. But now, when confronted with her boobs, he seemed to be transfixed.

"Wow," he muttered.

Good thing?

Then he buried his face in her breasts and inhaled deeply, and she giggled a little. "Laugh it up, kid," he mumbled. "You may hate 'em, but you've got the best tits ever. Don't hate me for this. I've wanted to do this for a very long time now."

She shrieked with laughter when he actually motorboated her boobs. But her laughter turned quickly to moans when his mouth changed positions, latching around a nipple and suckling it into his mouth. Any embarrassment she had felt evaporated, and any other thoughts in her head disappeared, because this felt so good. So much better than her own fumbling fingers. And while his mouth worked on one side, his fingers worked on the other. It was the greatest sensory overload she'd ever felt in her life.

They rolled around on her bed for a while after that, Jacob playing with his new toys and Renesmee trying to concentrate. Finally, she managed to pull off his t-shirt and undershirt in one movement, and he crushed his chest against hers. The warmth, coupled with the vibrations of his moan of pleasure, made her quiver, and she wondered how difficult it would be to get him to touch her a little further south.

It wasn't difficult at all, actually.

He was very sweet about it, leaving her in her panties so she wasn't completely naked. She wasn't sure she was ready for that just yet. She felt kind of guilty, but he seemed not to mind in the slightest. He'd smiled at her and told her how beautiful she looked, and she'd blushed scarlet before he'd returned his attentions to her body. He lay down next to her, and while his hands played with the exposed flesh of her legs, she managed to unbutton his jeans and shove them down. With a slight grunt, he kicked them off, sending them flying onto her desk. She giggled.

It wasn't like she hadn't seen this much of him before—he didn't wear much more when they hunted. Still, though, when she wore as little as he did, it was completely different. His skin was soft under hers, and she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Everything was so new, it should have been difficult.

But it was very easy to let his hands slide under her cotton panties and touch the wet skin he found there. And the feelings…

Part of her mind couldn't wrap around the fact that Jacob Black's hands were on her in very intimate places. Another part hoped her parents would stay in Seattle for a long time. And still another part was screaming with joy that Jacob Black's hands were finally on her in very intimate places.

The last part came out shockingly loud.

She could hear the sounds coming from her own mouth, and she tried to stifle them with her hand. But he pulled her hand away, shaking his head. "Let me hear you," he mumbled, and when he slid one single finger in, she screamed so loud she could surely be heard at the main house. "That's my girl," he whispered. "Can you spread your legs a little more for me?" She wasn't aware that they had clamped shut like a vice on his hand. Shuddering, she forced her legs apart, giving him a little more room to work. It felt so good, but she wanted more. She put a hand on his cheek and showed him another picture. He grinned at her, and winked.

Then, he slid in another finger and she heard a genuine squeal come out of her mouth. It was completely mortifying. But her hand was still on her face, and he shook his head. "Not mortifying," he whispered, thrusting his hand against her and making her moan again. "It's fucking hot." His lips found their way to her ear, and she felt his teeth nip at the soft skin. Completely of its own accord, her back arched, pressing her breasts to his bared chest, and causing still more blinding pleasure to shoot through her body.

His, too, it seemed. A growl escaped his lips, vibrating down her neck into the tips of her breasts and right between her legs.

At some point, Jacob had moved from her side to hover over her on one hand. Now, distracted by her pleasure, he collapsed and his full weight rested on Renesmee. For a moment, she was startled—she'd never before felt his full weight. She was pleased to find that he wasn't too heavy for her—he felt like a firm, protective blanket over her.

A blanket that was currently poking into her thigh.

She suddenly felt selfish. He was making her feel so good, and she was barely reciprocating.

An idea popped into her head.

"No, baby," he murmured, and she felt him shake his head. He twisted his wrist and she saw stars.

She was just as easily distracted as a full vampire, it seemed, when it came to sex. She threw her head back against the pillow when his thumb brushed a little higher than his fingers. All she could think was how amazing this felt. Her hands left his face to twine in his hair so that she could attempt to pull him closer. A chuckle escaped his lips and his teeth found that little soft patch of skin again. The movement of his hand picked up speed. Sounds reached her ears—moans, growls, snarls.

Good God, was she doing that?

He seemed to like it, though. Had said so earlier. So why waste the effort to stay quiet? She let the sounds coming, hearing them pick up in volume as she neared her climax. His lips pulled away from her skin to whisper in her ear. "Are you getting close?"

Close? Fuck close, she was already there.

She went over screaming his name at the top of her voice.

A few minutes later, she came to in his arms with his broad face grinning down at her. He looked so happy, and a little proud of himself.

The vampire brain in her head began to be able to differentiate between things now, and she followed a trail of thought back to the fact that she still hadn't done anything for him yet. Her hands were free, so he wasn't aware of her thoughts, and it was easy to flip him onto his back. She started to shift herself into a better position, but his hands stopped her again. "Baby, it's fine. Don't worry about it."

She felt a frown crease her brow, and she watched as his face softened a little. "Why won't you let me?"

"Because this isn't about me, baby."

"You're right," she interjected quickly, before he had a chance to say anything else. "This isn't about you—this is about us. You and me." She pinned his shoulders, keeping her thoughts to herself for a moment. She wanted to say the words out loud. "You just sent me to the stratosphere and back. The least you can let me do is try to return the favor. You know, as your friend." She smirked a little.

He raised an eyebrow. "As a friend, huh?"

"Yeah."

"You're a fucking great friend, kid," he said, and he laughed now. "Seriously, do you want to?"

She huffed and slid down his body. "If I didn't want to, you'd know," she responded. She inhaled deeply at the feeling of him pressed up against her chest. She would admit to going online to find pictures of what she'd be up against, and from what she could tell, he was slightly larger than normal.

Or maybe slightly wasn't the right word. Significantly, then.

It was almost a little surprising how steady her hands were when they reached up to tug his boxers down. She shoved them to his ankles and he kicked them off. She giggled a little when she heard something knock over. Nothing broken.

She sat back on her knees to look at him. She still couldn't believe this man was hers, couldn't believe that they were doing these things now. He had never looked more attractive or desirable to her than he did in this moment. Without really thinking about it, she'd managed to get him completely naked in her bed. Not bad, considering that they hadn't been "dating" all that long. A full consummation of their relationship would come later than today, but hopefully not by much. A possessive side of her wanted to mate with him, to mark this beautiful man as hers. This man with eyes hooded with pleasure, full lips that were currently hanging open a bit. His breathing was ragged, and the sweet smell of his flesh and blood met her senses. She smiled down at him, running her hands over his chest and down toward his stomach, slowly. He groaned, and his eyes rolled back into his head. They stayed closed while her lips slowly descended his body, tracing over the strong ridges of his muscular chest, her tongue flitting out here and there for a taste of his skin. Moans escaped his lips, sounds of pure sex that shot straight down her body.

As her bare breasts brushed down his body, she could feel how turned on he was. She grinned wickedly up at him and paused. "Open your eyes, baby. You won't wanna miss this part." Then she slid down the length of him, her arms pressing her breasts together around him.

"Fuck," he hissed. His eyes were glued to the image of his dick poking up through her cleavage. "Shit, that's hot."

Okay, so Jake was officially a boob guy. Thankfully, she'd been blessed with a rather significant pair.

He kept his eyes on her, panting heavily, when she finally took him fully into her mouth. She was pleased with herself when she found, after a few tries, that she could, in fact, get the whole thing in her mouth without gagging. Jacob was pleased with this, too, moaning and arching his back when she started working her tongue around him. He was so huge.

She ended up having an easier time of it using her hands and her mouth together. She remembered a trick she'd heard described in the locker of the Minnesota high school where she had wasted six months of her life before begging to be taken out. It was the only thing she'd taken away from that place, and she was curious to see if it was true. She sucked him, hard, turning her head one way and her hands the other. She went back and forth, her head bobbing and turning. She was so focused on technique and the amazing taste of him that she didn't catch sight of his face for a while.

When she finally looked up at him, he was so glorious that she actually paused and blinked. He was panting, gasping, a sheen of sweat covering his torso and face. He looked flushed, as much as he could with his darker skin. His hands were clenched in the blankets by his sides, and he seemed to be having a hard time keeping them there. She let go of him, taking him out of her mouth for a moment so she could smile up at him.

"Give me your hands," she said quietly, feeling a little shy at the request. He looked a little confused, but he let go of the blankets to slide his fingers through hers. She didn't put forth the effort to hide her thoughts this time, so he admired with her the differences of their skin, meshed together like this.

"I wish you could hear my thoughts," he murmured, still staring at their hands. "I'm so fucking happy right now."

She grinned up at him, feeling a rush at his words. "Wanna be happier?" she asked.

He laughed, and she slid his hands up to tangle in her hair. He'd seen what she wanted, and so he guided her down, groaning when she enveloped him with her mouth again. His hands were strong, steady, as they guided her head up and down. He seemed to enjoy the motion.

"Look at me, baby," he groaned. "Look at me while you do that."

Her eyes flitted up to rest on his. His were clouded with lust, darker and more intense than she'd ever seen them before. He gritted his teeth, and she felt him thrust a little to match the movements of her head. "Fuck yes," he growled, and she could see that his teeth were bared. "Shit, you're fucking good, baby."

His coarse language aroused her, and she watched with eyes she were sure burned as much as his as he inhaled sharply. He chuckled darkly, a smirk crossing his lips. "You're a very dirty girl, you know that?"

She grinned up at him, nodding and swirling her tongue around him. Another growl escaped his lips.

"Touch yourself," he ordered, a tone of the Alpha in his voice.

She was completely, totally, head over heals in love with him at that moment, and without a second thought, she reached down between her legs. Her own fingers matched the pace and movements of her tongue, and one of his hands let go of her so that he could prop himself up to watch. His face was half wondering, half blissed out of his mind, and another rush of arousal shot through her when she reminded herself that she was completely responsible for this. She took him all the way in again, and he thrust shallowly in and out of her mouth while she worked her fingers to match his pace. She moaned in pleasure, and he hissed out another breath, more swears spilling from his lips. He ordered her to come for him, and it was easy to give in to his desires. He told her he was close, and the words burned her like some delicious molten lava, coursing through her veins. When her body finally stopped shaking, she brought her hands to the juncture of his thighs, coating his base with her wet fingers. A shout escaped his lips, followed by an eruption in her mouth. It shot down her throat, and she gulped it down greedily, tasting the essence of Jacob with every swallow.

"Fuck," he groaned, when she'd released him and was sliding back up his body to nestle into his side. "I didn't mean to make you swallow, baby."

She laughed and pressed her hands to his face. She showed him her point of view, of the pleasure he'd given her with his own, and pressed her lips to his.

When their lips finally disconnected, he grinned at her. He looked so happy.

"Of course I'm happy," he laughed. "I just got my first blow job."

She smirked, imaging his face after he'd made love to her. He sighed heavily and wrapped her in his warm arms. "Not yet, baby."

"Why?" She honestly wanted to know.

"Honestly?" He heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. "It's not that I don't think you're ready. I mean, you're physically about eighteen, and a lot of times, that when this stuff starts to happen."

"So why not now?" She scowled a little. If he thought she was ready, what was the hold up?

He burst out laughing. "I have no idea what I'm doing," he managed. His lips brushed against her hair. "Did I make you feel good?"

She couldn't answer out loud, and she didn't want to look up at him and expose her blush. He chuckled when she nodded, but the sound was a little different this time. It was the sound of anticipation. "Imagine how good it'll be when I've got it down," he muttered. "I wanna learn what makes you tick, baby. I want your first time to be perfect. No half assed shit where I finish too soon, or you don't get off."

It took her about five seconds to process this new information. She blinked, then she grinned. "So that means we have to practice, right?"

He laughed again, throwing his head back. She looked up at him, and he looked so happy it made her heart swell. "You look like a devil with that smile," he said, his fingers coming up to knock her chin gently. "Yeah. That means we have to practice."

"My parents are in Seattle for the afternoon," she said. "We've got about three hours to practice."

"Alright," he said, and before she had anytime to register what he was doing, he'd thrown her onto her back. She shrieked with laughter. "First thing's first. Let's get you out of these panties."

She gave him a fake-shy look. "What are you going to do to me? You already said you're not having sex with me."

"Nope." He slid down her body like she had, his, earlier. "I'm going to be a good friend and return your favor."

She had a feeling he was only getting started...

a/n I'm feeling a continuation of this first on a later date, perhaps from another point of view. Thoughts? Review! Thanks for hitting the 100 mark!