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This time my actual life got in the way for me writing anything. Again another long chapter for Nessie. Warning: AGAIN! If you are not into girl vs girl good times, go ahead and skip this chapter. This version of Nessie is bisexual and those are just the breaks. It's not going to change.
Thank you to Mila, PrefersBrunettes, Jilburfm, MyBlueside and LauraACullen for the amazingly thoughtful reviews for this story. I really do appreciate it ladies. A special, special thank you to Love=Edward for beta'ing this 20 pages beast with the quickness in the middle of the afternoon and Antiaol for creating the most kick ass gif for this story. You ladies are magical.
This chapter is for Bellaslover and 4theluvofmary who have stuck by me these past few weeks, entertaining every ounce of my insanity. Love and hugs and kisses to Oip Em and Acireamos for so many different reasons. Ladies of the PP, Tig, Irene, RoRo and Yos.… you know how I feel.
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Nessie/Vanessa/Overwhelmed
I seemed to be able to map out the critical points in my life with Jake in thirty-day increments. Thirty days till Rose was out of his life and out of his heart. Nearly another thirty days until we moved in together. The next thirty days were a sort of healing period for us. We'd been through our first real crisis as a couple and that night in the shower was the closest thing we'd ever had to an actual fight.
I spent the next thirty days putting my life back together and fitting Jake tighter into it. Edward and I had a serious talk. He had aggravated me for the last time with his emotional outbursts at the hospital. He and Bella had decided to keep the baby and he was under an unreasonable amount of stress, but holy shit, every time he came around, his negative and frantic energy just made me want to throw up.
Despite what I said to Jake, I made Edward listen to me when I told him I couldn't promise never to get sick again. I made him promise, made him see that I was no longer his concern – in the way I had been before. He had a girlfriend now and a baby on the way. And I had Jake and he was all I needed. When Edward saw how attentive Jake was with me after I got out of the hospital, he finally got it. I was taken care of and he had other things he did have to focus on.
To Jake's credit, after that night in the shower, he made some positive changes. Ones that the old me would have found utterly annoying, but the new me, the me that was crazy in love with him, knew were necessary for our relationship. He asked me to explain all of my medications to him. He started coming to the doctor with me, started paying closer attention to the way I ate and the way I was taking care of myself.
We skipped trying to make up for Valentines Day instead, just spending more time together, breaking in our bikes during our free time and fucking way more than we had before. He seemed to want me all the time, any time he could have me.
I had honestly scared the ever-loving shit out of Jake. And I had made the mistake of downplaying what was going on with me even while I was in the hospital. I also made the mistake of paying maybe a little too much attention to Kate instead of Jake, when he was clearly having an emotional break down.
I fucked up. I knew I did, trying to act like nothing was really wrong, acting like I was on some sort of vacation in that hospital bed. Yucking it up with Kate became the easiest way to distract myself, from my family, from my doctors, from the pain I saw in Jake's eyes. I couldn't come to terms with the fact that I was hurting him. I wouldn't let myself. So instead I poured all of my emotion into Kate. Probably the stupidest thing I could have done.
Here's what I knew about Kate. Her real name was Ekaterina. She had two sisters. Irina, older and Tanya, younger. Their parents were from Russia, where Irina was born. Kate and Tanya were born in Chicago. Tanya was also a nurse and Irina was a principal dancer with Joffrery Ballet. Kate used to dance too, but an ankle injury took her out of the game. During one of her walk-bys she and Emmett bonded over the experience.
She liked animals. She had just broken up with her boyfriend Vladimir, who had been cheating on her with some guy, Stefan. She loved working in the E.R. claiming she was "addicted to the action coupled with saving lives." She wore the same pearl earrings everyday. Kate lived by herself with her Russian Blue cat, Maxi, but she was very positive about the idea of a German Shepherd. Reality TV was her guilty pleasure and she loved all kinds of music. She didn't know anything about cars, but apparently if Jake needed a PC modified she was the girl to call.
She was 29 and really fucking hot. Even with the shape killing scrubs, you could tell she had an amazing body. Nice round ass and at least a solid D –cup, if not bigger. Her long blond hair was accentuated by the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes. And her lips were full and pink.
Kate was a problem.
She had this sweet motherly quality to her, like she would always put you first, but maybe that was just a natural bedside manner. At times though, like when we joked about that other nurse they all hated, Daniel or when she arranged for me to get waxed right there in my hospital bed or when we were talking about just how bad I wanted to come, I could tell she had a darker side. Something in the glint in her eye, I couldn't quite be sure and I would obviously never know, but I had the feeling there was a bad girl lurking behind that sweet demeanor. Only if I had the guts to encourage it come out and play.
But all of this wasn't the "problem". I'll tell you what the issue was with Kate. Kate actually made me nervous. No chick had ever made me nervous. I found myself wishing I would say the right things around her, hoping I didn't screw things up. I was terrified of reading all her signs wrong. I was acting like she was someone I was seriously considering going after. Which I wasn't. She was flirty, but she could have been like that with everyone. She had no concept of personal space, which mind you, I had NO problem with. But again I was trapped in a bed for a week. For all I know she was feeling up some patient down the hall.
Of course I'd had eyes for other girls before. But Amanda was the only one who really had any affect on me. But with Amanda things were so easy. We were friends who slept together and that was that. We knew where the lines were and we cared for each other so much that the lines were never crossed. She also cared for Jake. And respected him.
But Kate, I never really knew what was on her mind when it came to Jake and it seemed WAY too presumptuous on my part to just come out and ask. That would mean in my head, somewhere, I had come to the conclusion that Kate actually wanted me. It meant that I actually thought that she wanted me enough that it had become a subject that I had to breech with Jake.
She made me really nervous. When she touched me the butterflies in my stomach went insane. I was anxious to see her everyday. For five whole seconds I was stupid enough to think I liked her, like liked her liked her. But I didn't. I was bored. She was nice. We had some laughs, that was all. I was completely sane. I loved Jake. I had my baby Amanda and that was all I needed. Kate just happened to show up at the right time and in the right place when I was in such a fragile state to think that I actually wanted her and needed her.
All of this actually made me glad to leave the hospital; reason number two I cut out at 3 am. I didn't want to have some awkward goodbye with Kate in the morning. I'd leave and fade from her memory just like all the other patients she'd met and I'd remember that I had Amanda who I loved to death and who Jake had signed off on.
It was yet again another one of my amazing plans… that backfired.
The third Tuesday in March, I was minding my own business cooking dinner for Jake and I. Jake came home from the shop. Took Norm for a walk and when he came back, he dropped my half of the mail on the counter for me. I was making Jake's favorite Chili, with a cornbread and rice combination. I set down my working spoon and picked up my mail.
Between a Bank of America statement and a St. Patrick's Day card from my mom, was a pink 5x7 envelope. Addressed to me. Returned to K. Kirin. I can't lie, my heart stopped for half a second. My hands were shaking a little bit when I tore the seal open.
Inside was a small handwritten note wrapped around a 4x6 card. The card was addressed to a Mr. Jacob Black from the Locks of Love organization thanking him for his generous donation. I guess there was a purpose behind the hair cut.
The note, on the piece of paper, was for me.
Dear Nessie, Jake asked me not to tell, but if he feels like coming clean the card is for him. Call me some time. We'll get waxed.
xoxo Kate.
She included her phone number.
I'd like to say my first thought was about Jake, donating his hair to kids with cancer. I mean that was huge. I knew he was sweet, but wow. I wouldn't mention it if he asked Kate not to tell, but he'd be getting some extra special loving for the next few months, or forever.
In actuality my first thought was to whip out my phone and call Kate. I wanted to see her.
"Fuck," I whispered. I had a decision to make. I shouldn't have felt bad about it. Jake had friends. I had friends. Kate and I could hang out, you know, be friends. But I knew I didn't just want to hang out with her. I wanted to sleep with her. Bad.
"Fuck," I cursed a little bit louder. I knew what I had to do. I had to tell Jake. This was uncharted territory. I'd never had a boyfriend before. And I'd never been with anyone that I knew it would kill me to lose. I didn't want Jake to think he couldn't trust me. So I would tell him. Over dinner. If I waited much longer than that we'd be naked and I didn't think that was exactly the best time to bring up the fact that I might be attracted to my buddy nurse.
FUCK!
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"So I was thinking about tracking down Kate. You remember. The nurse?" I said as I settled down next to Jake with our chili. I made Norm a little bit with some white rice that he was happy munching on next to me.
"Mama, it was only three weeks ago. Of course I remember her," he teased, then leaned over and kissed me on my neck. We would definitely be naked after dinner.
"Well I was thinking about digging up her number and asking her if she wanted to get lunch some time."
"I have her number," Jake said between bites, like it was totally normal that he had her number. "She helped me donate my hair to this charity. We swapped numbers so I could arrange giving it to her."
"Oh," I said.
"You want it?"
"Ah, yeah sure," I muttered.
"Hey, see what she's up to this weekend. Mando and Miguel have been asking me to come out. You two can girl it up or something while I'm out with the boys."
"Oh, okay." I looked down at Norm. He was happily oblivious to my mental crisis.
"Are you into her?" Jake asked after a few moments of uncomfortable silence on my end.
"Maybe."
"Maybe?"
"Well I don't know her outside of that hospital room and on top of that I have no idea if she's into me," I admitted. "Does that bother you?"
"No. I guess if it turns out she's into you then the same standard Amanda rules would apply. Just let me know if you do stuff outside of us –" he paused for a moment and I looked up at him. He put down the chili, reached over and touched my cheek with his warm hand. His voice was soft and sweet when he spoke again. A small, gentle smile, the kind he didn't dish out very often cause he's a huge dude who has a reputation to uphold, tugged at the corners of his perfect lips. "And just remember at the end of the day, you're mine."
"Always, Baby," I whispered just before our lips met. I was done with my chili then. I wanted him now. I'd been sitting on the floor so I could feed Norm and Jake had been sitting on the couch. I stood, thankful again that I had filled my wardrobe with adorably short pleated skirts.
Jake pushed both our bowls to the middle of the coffee table, but he kept his eyes on me the whole time. I pulled my shirt over my head and got rid of my bra. While he watched me, Jake ditched his wife beater. When I went to unzip my skirt, he stopped me.
"Leave it on." His voice was deep and husky. I looked down and his dick was practically busting through his jeans. He leaned forward and both of his hands slowly slid up my thighs. His gorgeous brown eyes left mine and drifted down to my legs. I shuddered a bit at the warmth of him and the anticipation. Still after almost three months Jake could take me from zero to sixty with one look or one touch.
Before his hands even reached me I was soaking wet. My body was just aching for him to get inside me. When he finally reached the edge of my panties he pulled them down slowly, keeping his eyes on my body. I watched his dick, swollen in his pants and it made my mouth water.
"Come with me," I said quietly, grabbing his hand. Jake followed me into the bedroom and let me push him down on the bed. I was wet as hell and dying for him to fuck me, but I was just as eager to have him in my mouth. He stroked my cheek as I unzipped his pants, lifted his hips as I pulled off his pants and his boxers and grasped my hair as I sucked down every inch of him until he came in my mouth.
When I was done, I was spent, having pleased him so thoroughly. I wanted to wait, let my desire for him simmer for a few hours more until he fucked me perfectly to sleep.
Jake jumped off the bed and walked towards the bathroom. I'm not afraid to admit that my eyes were glued to his ass. His perfect ass.
"Why don't you give her call now? It's not late," He paused and picked up Norm, who had waddled after us into the bedroom and brought him back over to me.
"Yeah I guess."
"Just call her," he said ducking into the bathroom. I knew Jake wasn't pushing me for any benefit of his own although I knew it had crossed his mind. Just his nature. He wouldn't have waited either.
I stroked Norm while he playful gnawed on my thumb.
Note to self, get Norm to stop chewing on stuff before his teeth actually get sharp.
I pulled my finger out of his mouth "No, sweetie. No biting." He looked up at me and licked my face.
I guess I should call her. Just get it over with.
Jake came out of the bathroom, distracting my from my thoughts. "Here," Jake handed me his phone before hopping back into his pants. I noticed he didn't bother with his boxers.
I grabbed Norm and followed Jake into the living room. I put my panties and my shirt back on, but gave up on the rest. After digging up my phone I went back into the bedroom and dialed Kate's number. I tried not to think about it too much while it rang. I was already nervous for no reason what so ever. I'd leave a voicemail and then maybe she'd ---
"Hello?"
"Uh- Kate? It's Vanessa – uh Nessie."
"Oh Hi! I was just thinking about you." I had no idea what to think about that, but a knot the size of a softball tied itself in my stomach.
"Really?" I laughed nervously.
"Yeah. I was so silly not to get your number before you left. I--" All of a sudden she sounded a little nervous. She slowed down, like she was rethinking what she was about to say. I cut in cause she was making me even more nervous.
"You what?" I asked.
God, I could almost hear her choke down her nervous energy through the phone. She cleared her throat and started over, her tone light again. "No, I just had fun with you. Wanted to see if you wanted hang out again. Not in the hospital."
"Well yeah, I got that card today, for Jake. I saw your note. Uh—I don't know, are you working this weekend? Jake's going out with his friends. Maybe you'd like to come over for dinner." Holy shit I sounded little I was twelve. My mom says it's okay if you come over. We're having chicken and Stove Top…
"Yeah, sure I'm off at six on Friday and I have Saturday off," she told me.
"Okay, how about my place at seven?" Then it sounded suspiciously like were agreeing to go on a date. She agreed seven that night worked for her and I gave her my address. I wanted to keep talking to her, but my nerves and I think a little bit of her nerves, drove us both off the phone with one of those awkward "Okay, byes" where each person says Bye over the other person like five times before we finally gave up.
So Kate and I were gonna hang out. Just like friends. She'd come over, we'd have dinner. We'd talk. She'd go home. It was a great plan.
A friend plan.
A plan I stuck to for about 45 seconds.
Sure, I played it cool all week. After that night I was sure not to keep bringing it up to Jake. I didn't news flash him about the times I hung out with other people. I told myself to just act natural. Which I did… until Friday. All week, I went to class, I worked out with Rose and Jess. Had lunch with Edward and Jasper. Spent quality time with my man and my puppy. Hung out at the shop. Took some good naps. Wrote a paper.
On Friday, I was a mess. I acted – desperate. After my classes, I drove to the salon and got everything waxed. Why? Cause I had been bullshitting myself all week. Nothing had changed. I didn't want to hang out with Kate. I wanted to have sex with Kate. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to go down on her. I wanted her to go down on me.
I went to the grocery store and compiled the ingredients for a serious three-course meal. The whole time I was in the grocery store I kept making sick jokes to myself like --- I hope she skips dessert and moves right on to me.
It was sad. And pathetic. And gross. The worst part was, when I wasn't having these stupid little fantasies and making up x-rated puns, I was actually thinking that I didn't like her. It was the most bipolar afternoon of my life. I was setting myself up for embarrassment and rejection. Kate was flirty and all that, but that still didn't mean she wanted to get naked with me.
Luckily, Jake was at the shop. And luckily he would be back around 8 to change which meant I at least had an excuse not to try and make-out with Kate before he had gone out for the night.
I changed clothes four times. I decided against wearing a skirt. I knew me. I knew I would flirt and me flirting in a skirt would lead to me slipping my panties off between courses and flashing her just to see her reaction. Jeans were the final decision. With underwear. Jeans were good. Casual. Friendly. Friends wore jeans.
I was losing my fucking mind. I looked in the mirror and I had on jeans and a black corset.
"Seriously. What the fuck is wrong with me?" I muttered to my reflection. I peeled myself out of the corset, found my most reliable, "supportive" bra and put on a tight green wife beater that matched my eyes. I threw on my black Air Maxs with the matching green accents. It was a perfect outfit. Casual, but I matched just enough that it was cute. It didn't scream I WANNA DO YOU.
I put my hair up in a ponytail and put on some mascara, just a bit of green eye shadow and some light pink lip gloss. Again, a hint of cute, but not too over the top.
I behaved myself and didn't watch the clock while I was cooking. I decided at the last minute against all the three-course crap. I grilled some chicken, made a light salad and whipped up some rice. Again simple, filling, not all seductive.
At 6:45 it dawned on me that Kate and I actually hadn't talked at all since Tuesday. I didn't want to seem weird and call her everyday since I had plans to see her, but I also hadn't confirmed to see if she was still coming. I grabbed my phone eying the display, just debating whether or not it would be way weird to call her to double check if we were still on – when the door bell rang.
She was early.
I took an unnecessary deep breath and told myself about 48 times between the kitchen and the front door that this was not a date, that Kate just wanted to be friends. Then I reminded myself that it was beyond ridiculous that I had to remind myself of these simple, blatant things.
When I opened the door, I had to pause for a moment. Keep in mind I had only seen Kate in scrubs and pearls. That was the Kate I knew. Nurse Kate. But standing at my door was not Nurse Kate at all.
I wasn't sure what the hell to call the Kate standing in front of me. The pearls, gone. The scrubs, definitely gone. I don't know whether to start with the fact that we nearly wearing the same outfit or the fact that she looked TOTALLY different then she had before. She had on a black tank top, tight jeans and black flip-flops. She'd always worn her hair up when I saw her, but this time she'd put some serious effort into her bangs, styling them back from her forehead in a cute little wave. She had small black spikes in her ears, just a bit of mascara and some black eyeliner and some pink lip gloss. I mentally slapped myself for noticing she had gotten her nails done since the last time I saw her.
The same rosy-cheeked smile was there and the bright blue eyes, but the rest was totally different. It was like Anne Kline had a kid with Alice Cooper, like she was letting the bad girl inside out for the weekend, or the night at least. It completely worked for her. She looked amazing.
"Hi," she smiled, holding up a round covered dish. "I brought pie." We both bust out laughing. Me, because she was so fucking adorable and she, because I think she realized how silly she sounded.
"Great. Come on in." I took the pie from her and led her into the kitchen.
"Oh my god. Is this the puppy?" she about squealed when Norm went ambling over to her. "He's so cute. Can I pick him up?"
"Sure." I hadn't stopped smiling since she came in the door.
THIS IS NOT A FUCKING DATE! I reminded myself.
Dinner was great. We barely ate actually, talking non-stop until most of our food got cold. We decided it would be best to skip on to the pie.
Around 8, I heard the familiar sound of a key in the front door.
"That's probably, Jake," I told Kate before calling out to him. "Baby?" Jake came walking into the kitchen, shirtless, in his gym shorts. He was covered in sweat. Kate and I both gawked at him for a moment before we said anything.
"Hey, Mama." He came over and gave me a salty kiss.
"Hey Baby. You gonna go the club like that?" I teased.
"Yeah. Actually I'm thinking about ditching the shorts too. What up Miss Kate?" Jake hi-fived her. It was really cute.
"Not much. Your lady is quite the cook," Kate said.
"I know. Just one of the many reasons I keep her around," Jake replied, winking a bit my way. "Sorry I'm all sweaty. We closed the shop early and played some bball. I'm gonna go hop in the shower and meet Miguel. Emmett's coming with us. -- Don't worry, Rose is busy."
"Okay," I laughed. I was glad they hadn't suggested she join me for some sister-in-law bonding time. Jake kissed me one more time then disappeared into the bedroom.
When the shower came on Kate whispered, "I hope you don't take offense to this, but your man is hot."
"None taken at all. Trust me. I get the evil eye when I'm out with him a lot." Which was true.
Jake of course looked beyond sexy when he came back out. He had on his motorcycle jacket on over a black t-shirt that was tight in all the right places and my favorite pair of his dark jeans. He grabbed an apple and said bye to Kate and I, kissing me and hi-fiving her again.
Kate and I kept talking and I guess flirting a little. I could never really tell. I wasn't flirting, well not the way I usually do, but she would touch my arm every so often and if I was paying attention, which I wasn't, it seemed like she was scooting closer and closer.
I did feel better though, the desire was still there, but the nervousness was gone. I was more comfortable just talking to her. I didn't feel like I was gonna screw something up or make her feel uncomfortable. I was being myself and she seemed to like that and I really felt like she was being herself.
Finally I forced myself to look away from her and caught a glimpse of the clock.
"Holy shit. It's eleven," I blurted. Where the hell had all the time gone?
"It is? Wow." She sounded a little disappointed.
"I have to take the pup out."
"I'll come with you," she said. It sounded a little like a question.
"Okay," I muttered. Suddenly I was nervous again, but I didn't know why.
Norm was awake, but not amused when I put on his leash. He didn't feel like moving, but didn't feel like having him wake me up at 4 am whimpering at the foot of the bed. Kate held on to him while I locked the front door. We walked slowly around the block, letting Norm sniff every blade of grass and every pebble. I wasn't in a hurry to get back to the house. I didn't want her to leave.
Fuck.
"I didn't mean to keep rambling on," I apologized. We'd stopped walking, nearly back to my house. "I'm still shocked at how late it is. You've probably got stuff to do tomorrow." I looked down at Norm, who had actually laid down in the grass.
Suddenly I felt Kate's fingers on my forearm. I looked up and she was right in front of me. Inches from my face. She traced my arm down to my wrist, then gently curved her fingers to my palm. I felt like my whole body was on fire. And wet.
Definitely wet.
She spoke before I had a chance to start really freaking out. "Nessie, I don't have to go home. If you don't want me to." Her voice was low and soft as she gazed up at me through her darkened lashes. I, on the other hand, couldn't find my voice. I was completely frozen. Was she saying what I think she was saying? Was she really suggesting she should spend the night?
While I was scrambling to figure out what the hell to do, she leaned forward and kissed me. It took me a few seconds to realize what was going on because my brain wasn't working at all. I wanted to kiss her back. I really did, but for some other stupid reason I remained frozen. She noticed.
"God. I'm so sorry. I just – I." The look on her face snapped me out of my speechless stupor.
"No. Kate. Please. I like you. A LOT. I just –"
"You're straight. I know. And Jake. God, I'm so sorry." She turned around, hiding her face. I felt awful.
"Kate," I grabbed her shoulder. "Kate, I'm not – I'm not straight."
Holy shit. I just said that out loud.
"Oh. Well still, I understand you're with Jake. I shouldn't have done that I just.--Crap. I really like you. A lot."
"Kate, I like you too, it's just. Shit. Okay. Jake is cool with me being with other girls, like with you, but him and I, in that sense, are sort of a package deal." I know Jake hadn't said it quite like that, but I had to put it out there. It was awesome that Kate was into me, but I just didn't feel right going there with her, if she wouldn't even consider the possibility of including him at some point.
"You mean, if I wanted to sleep with you I'd have to sleep with Jake?" I didn't know her well enough to decipher her tone, but my brain didn't like it. It was bad. She was about to tell me to fuck off.
"I mean not all the time, but some time maybe." Oh my god. What the fuck was I saying. "Sorry, that sounded awful," I scrambled to explain.
"Would you be okay with that?"
"What? Yeah. I mean, yeah. I'm more than okay with it. I like to—" Seriously my mouth was just on a fucking roll tonight.
"You like to what? Nessie tell me." She reached out and took my hand again, slowly rubbing my palm.
"I like to watch," I said, squeezing my eyes shut. If I hadn't completely fucked everything up, that should have done it.
"Would you like to watch me with Jake?" she asked.
I opened one eye. "Maybe."
"Well I mean, if you're okay with it, then I wouldn't mind."
"Oh." We stood there, biting our lips and avoiding each other's gaze. She was still holding on to my hand. The awkward in the air just was out of control. I think she had just agreed to my terms, our terms, but I didn't know how to feel about it or what to do. I had to talk to Jake, but when? Did I want to rush into this tonight? Did I want him to be there for round one, so to speak? Hell, I didn't know. I had to talk to him.
Finally after, oh I don't know, seven or eight hours, my brain and my mouth start working together as a team again, ignoring what my crotch wanted.
"How about this? I really don't think Jake will be back before three or four. I know I'm wide awake –"
"I am too," she muttered.
"Well let's just watch a movie or something." That was a good idea, right? We didn't have to talk and I wasn't going to tell her to leave, but we didn't have to really acknowledge the sheer awkwardness of the conversation we'd just had.
"Movie sounds good. Let's do that," she smiled at me a little.
When we got back inside, I handed her the remote and excused myself to use the restroom. I sat down on the tub and texted Jake. He called me back thirty seconds later. He was such a sweetie, stepping outside of the club so he could hear me. I gave him the abridged version of what had happened, then he asked me a few questions.
"Do you wanna sleep with her?"
"Yes," I admitted. There was no point in being coy about it and I didn't really have that much time.
"Okay. Then sleep with her."
"She might be here when you get back," I added.
"You do what you feel comfortable with and we'll just play that part by ear, alright?"
"Okay. I love you."
"I love you too, Mama. I'll see you soon."
After we hung up, I wanted to sit there a while longer, give myself some time to think, but Kate was waiting for me in the living room and I was being really rude just leaving her there. I made the snap decision to just go back out there and let whatever happened happen.
Kate had the opening scene to Pretty Woman on pause when I came back out.
"Sorry. Had to make a phone call," I said.
"It's okay. Pretty Woman work for you?"
"Yeah," I smiled. Then I had that awful moment where I had to decide how close to sit next to Kate. She was pushed all the way in the corner, facing the center of the couch, her leg tucked under her. Her arm was stretched out along the back of the couch. I wanted to be close to her, but how close was too close.
I took a gamble and sat down right next to her, my thigh almost touching her knee. She handed me the remote back and I pressed play.
I didn't pay attention to the movie at all. Every second we sat there, my eyes were somewhere other than the TV. The floor, the wall, the table. I looked everywhere but next to me, because I could feel her eyes on me and I knew the second I looked at her all bets were off. I was trying my very hardest not to jump her.
About ten minutes into the movie, I felt her hand on me again. She was playing with the end of my ponytail. I honestly didn't know what was wrong with me. I had pretty much sexually assaulted Rose in a public bathroom two months ago, but now I was acting like a nervous virgin on prom night.
It's cause you like her! The part of my brain that was working screamed at me. It was true. I didn't have feelings for Rose at all. Yeah I would have fucked her any day of the week, but Kate I really, really liked. And it would actually suck if I fucked things up with her.
Realizing then, that just sitting wasn't helping either, I finally turned and looked at her.
"Is it okay if I kiss you?" she whispered, her blue eyes sparkling in the light from the TV.
"Yeah," I nodded. She started to move closer to me and I turned a little, putting my hand on her thigh and met her half way. This time, there were definitely sparks. Or fireworks may have been a better way to describe it. She kissed me slowly and gently. Her lips were incredibly soft, but she had perfect control. Our lips met and parted, our heads moving naturally to accommodate a perfect angle. It was nothing like kissing Rosalie or even Amanda. It was better. Much, much better.
I kept my hand on her thigh, drawing lazy circles as my hand moved further up her leg. Her hand gently cupped the side of my neck, her thumb sweeping across my jaw. I had to sleep with her. There was no way not to.
"Do you want to move this to my bedroom?" I whispered. My eyes were glued to her incredible mouth. She swallowed a little then her lips parted just a bit. It was so fucking sexy.
"Yeah," she breathed.
I stood and took her hand, pulling her up with me.
"Actually, I'll be right there. I just wanna grab something out of my car," she said.
"Okay."
She was back in no time, with an old school, black leather Doctor's bag in her hand. I took her free one and led her into the bedroom.
"What's in the bag?" I asked as I turned on my small vanity lap.
"Don't think I'm weird okay, but I did think there was something between us – when you were in the hospital and I thought maybe, just in case there was a chance that we ended up in this situation – I should come prepared." She smirked nervously.
"Okay," I chuckled. "So what's in the bag?" I slipped my sneakers off and threw them in the closet.
"Toys."
"Oh?" I straightened up.
She put the bag on the floor and started walking over to me. In that second, I don't know what happened, but all of my nerves were completely gone and I think so were hers. There was something in her eyes, something completely lustful. Kate wanted to fuck me just as bad as I wanted to fuck her. There was nothing left to debate.
"But let's not worry about the bag right now," she whispered when she reached me. "Right now, I just want to get you out of those clothes." She had to know how wet she was making me, that I was nearly soaking through my jeans.
"Really?" I teased.
"Mmhmm." Her smirk was killing me. We undressed each other at a slow pace, kissing the whole time, our lips only parting when it was impossible to keep them together. She turned me, kissing my shoulders and back softly as she unhooked my bra.
"Don't feel weird about the bag," I said as I turned back around.
"Why is that?" she asked.
"I got waxed this afternoon. For you, just in case we ended up in this situation." Before I finished my sentence, she sank to her knees in front of me and pulled my panties down.
"I see," she murmured. Just when I was about to make some funny little joke about pain for pleasure, Kate pressed her lips to top of my
slit.
I couldn't hold in the audible "Fuck" that slipped out. I blinked hard, trying not to fall over. She gripped my hips holding me in place as she ran her tongue up and down the outside of me. She knew exactly what she was doing. Her tongue slid between my lips and she wasted no time, at all, stroking my clit. A "Holy Shit" came out as I braced myself against her shoulders. I was about to come all over myself and her face before I even got her bra and panties off.
She pulled away a little, giggling. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You taste so good."
"Come here," I said motioning for her to stand up. Kate had a fantastic body. Perfect waist, round hips, ridiculously perfect ass. And her tits, large and full and perfectly round. I wanted to burn all her scrubs. A chick like her should be naked all the time.
I went to reach for her, but she took a step back. "This bra's a little tricky," she teased, reaching behind her back to undo the black piece of fabric. I like to say that on the scale of kink it took a fair amount to shock me, but I think given the source, anything can be shocking at a particular moment, in the right context.
Kate shrugged out of her bra and tossed it on the floor. Then Kate quickly shed her panties. I knew what I saw, the whole time while she was stripping, but I wasn't sure I wanted to believe it
Kate a little barbell going through each of her perfectly round, perfectly hard, light brown nipples. I cocked my head to the side a bit, silently disbelieving. I mean it all added up. I knew the bad girl was in there, but she just brought it all home with the piercings.
Kate was too good to be true.
"What?" she asked knowing good and well what I was staring at.
"Nothing." I said calmly. She took a few steps closer and brought her fingertips up to my collarbone. I watched them as the moved across my skin, praying they would go a little or a lot lower. She was turning me on so much.
"I wanted to take it slow, but I have to be honest," she whispered, leaning a little bit closer. I could feel her piercings rubbing against my nipples. She was driving me crazy.
"Honest works," I breathed.
"I want to fuck you so bad right now. Get on the bed." The look on her face was unbelievably sexy. I couldn't say no. I reclined on the foot of the bed, watching her ass while she dug through her bag of tricks. When she came back to the bed she had this large, interesting looking, black dildo in her hand. It was shaped kind of like a checkmark. Her knee came up on the bed beside me. My body pulled itself up the bed a little bit more. She came up on the bed, her legs straddling mine.
"Best in strapless technology," she joked. I watched her wide-eyed as she slipped the short end into her pussy. "It fucks me while I fuck you." She leaned down on all fours then, her arms on either side of my shoulders, her nipples piercings grazing my tits. I didn't know where to look, her face, her nipples, the enormous dildo. There was just so much to take in.
Sensing the fact that I was actually a little overwhelmed, she leaned in closer and kissed me again. The closer she got, I could feel the cool plastic of the toy brush against my thigh.
"I'll go as slow or as fast as you like," Kate purred. I just nodded and started to open my legs for her. She moved her legs, bringing them between mine, then rose up on her knees a bit, grabbing the shaft of her toy. I looked down, watching as the arch of it, where the little end met the larger end was already rubbing up against her clit. I could only imagine the amount of control she was exuding to not even react to it.
I kept my eyes trained on the toy as Kate took the head and slid it in to me. Jake was bigger, so I could handle it, but the fact that it was her, getting ready to take me like this made my body shiver with anticipation. My view was obstructed by the curves our bodies as she slid further into me, but my eyes stay down, watching her nipples and mine.
"Okay?" she whispered, looking up at me.
"Mmmhmm," I nodded. "It feels good."
"Good," she smiled. Then she pushed the rest of the way into me. I had never, in all my time with Amanda or Jake or any of the girls I'd played with in Berkley, felt anything like this before. The toy was long and thick, filling me just right, but when it was all the way in, I could feel like lips of Kate's pussy, Kate's clit, rubbing against mine and the angled crease of the toy.
My body arched off the bed sharply and I gripped the sheets. It was absolutely the best of both worlds. Kate's body, all of it rubbing against mine and the sensation of having my pussy penetrated at an expert pace, it was fucking incredible.
Once we established a rhythm, Kate's mouth was everywhere. She kissed my lips roughly, matching the stroke between our legs. Her lips moved down my chin to my neck where she nibbled the sensitive skin there. And her free hand was just as busy, pinching and tugging at my nipples.
I started to gush, getting wetter and wetter as I listened to the sounds we were making. Kate's moans and sighs as she fucked me, my pants and whimpers as I held onto the bed. I wanted to pay attention to her nipple rings, but I couldn't. I was hanging on by a thin thread, but I wanted this to last. I knew when I was done, I'd be done, completely spent for at least a couple hours. She was fucking me that good.
She pushed herself up a bit, looking down our bodies. "You're holding back," she purred roughly. "Don't." Her words pushed me over the edge and she came at the exact same time. For a second, it felt like it had nothing to do with the toy. It was us, finally together like this. It was her words and her body, my cries, my sheer desire to please her and just the weight of the entire situation, all of those things combined cause the orgasm that shattered through me and then again… twice more.
I think Kate used the last of her energy to pull out and discard the toy. From the corner of my eye I watched her slip into my bathroom. She came back a few seconds later and dropped the dildo into her magical bag. She kneeled on the edge of the bed, her hand cupping her wet pussy. "Do you want me to stay?" she asked quietly.
"Of course." My eyes were wide, dreading the notion that she would possibly leave. "Stay." I didn't know how to let her go and that scared me a lot. I loved Jake. I loved Jake with every bit of my heart, but it was official, I was falling for Kate. Actually, I already had. Completely.
This was different then with Amanda, so much more than what things had been with Rose. I didn't just want her to stay the rest of the night. I wanted her to stay the rest of the weekend. I wanted her to come back every night when she got off work. I wanted her to spend every moment of her free time with me.
Jake and I were gonna need to talk.
I pulled back the covers and she slid in bed next to me. We lay on our sides, still breathing a little heavy, petting each other. Her fingers brushed along my side and I finally had a moment to caress her nipples. She sighed a bit and slid closer to me and kissed me softly on the lips.
I wanted her again, in a million different ways, but a big part of me wanted to wait for Jake. Things in my head weren't jumbled up. They were completely clear. I wanted them both and I didn't want things to go any further before I could have them both, together at the same time.
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I don't know what time it was when I woke up, but Jake was home. Kate was wrapped around me, her tits pressed into my back. She was breathing softly, her cheek nuzzled into my neck. My eyes peeled open just a bit and I saw him walk through the doorway of the bedroom. Norm was asleep in his arms. Jake brought in the smells of the club on him. The sweat and the smoke and his natural musky smell. He put Norm down gently on his doggy bed and went into the bathroom.
Kate stirred when the shower started and curled herself around me tighter. I drifted back to sleep. When I came to, Jake was standing next to the bed with nothing but a towel wrapped around his hips. And he was hard. I could feel the wetness pool between my legs.
"Hi," I whispered.
"Hey Mama." He bent over the bed carefully and kissed me softly on the lips. I could taste the lingering hint of toothpaste on his mouth. It made me smile a little. "Everything okay?"
"Mhmmm," I nodded. "Come to bed."
Kate moved a little at the sound of my voice. I felt her grip around my waist loosen. I looked over my shoulder right as she opened her eyes. She looked around a bit, appearing a little dazed. The second she got a clear view of Jake she pulled her arm back from me completely. I could tell from the look in her eyes she wasn't afraid of Jake, but she didn't want to seem like she was overstepping anymore lines by hanging on to me in his presence. Very considerate really.
"I can—go. If you want." She was talking to Jake. I looked at him for a moment. There was no hesitation there. He hadn't changed his mind. If he felt respected and knew I was happy, he would never make her leave.
"No Kate. You should stay." I kept my eyes on Jake while they talked. A small smile spread across his gorgeous lips. "But I've had a long day and I kinda wanna fuck my girlfriend. You don't mind, do you?"
"Not at all," she giggled. I smiled then, more so to myself. I loved that they were getting along. No pressure, no tension. It might all work out.
Kate slid over a little and I followed, giving Jake room to join us. For some reason my mind flashed back to the night in the nanny's quarters. That night Jake and Rose and I had been together. I thought of the way Jake had made me watch him fuck Rosalie. The way he'd been with her at first, gentle and slow, kissing her and touching her.
Jake had never been that way with me. When he was with Rose there was a distance there, like he was doing a job. But the way he was looking at me now, I could see the deep love just as intense as it was the first night I was out of the hospital. Jake loved me and he would give me anything and everything I wanted, all of him and maybe if I asked, whatever of Kate she was willing to share.
He dropped his towel and I heard Kate make a little noise, something between a sigh and gasp of awe. I laughed, burying my face in the pillow. It was the standard reaction to Jake's impressive cock. I think he knew what I was laughing about cause he didn't question it.
When he was settled next to me on his side his hand went right to my face and he stroked my cheek gently. I was a little nervous then because I didn't really know how he would want to work Kate in. I knew what I wanted, sorta, but I wanted Jake to know that he meant just as much to me as before, that his feelings and wants and needs mattered more to me, than getting off. I think he read my mind.
"What do you want, Mama?" he said, gazing down at my lips. I chose my words carefully. There were too many answers to that question.
I reached down between his legs and began stroking him slowly. His nostrils flared and he licked his lips. I whispered. "I want you to come…And I want Kate to help, if that's okay with her."
"That's a good question." Jake's eyes drifted to gaze behind me. "Is that okay with Kate?" I turned my head to look at her.
"Of course it is. Whatever you two want," she said with a sleepy smile.
"Alright then," Jake replied. He looked at me before pressing his lips to mine again. He slid his tongue slowly into my mouth and rolled me so I was flat on my back. In the next moment, I felt his perfect weight settle between my legs. I knew he wouldn't stay there, but we both needed a moment of connection before moving on to more "involved" activities.
His dick pushed into me, stretching me further than I'd been stretched earlier that night. He pulled back a little, looking me in the eye smoothing my hair back and pumped into me slowly. He was handing things over to me now. Where the three of us went from here was up to me.
I looked over to Kate, breathing hard with my mouth closed as Jake kept up his painfully slow thrusts. Her eyes traced my face and then she leaned forward and our mouth met and tangled just as slowly.
When she pulled back, licking her lips, I turned back to Jake. "I want to see you inside of her," I told him. I couldn't control the breathy tone of my voice. Jake didn't hesitate. He pulled out of me, rising to his knees and pulled the covers completely off Kate and I. And then he froze.
He saw the nipple rings.
"Damn, Kate." The look on his face was fucking priceless, a mixture of shock, confusion and arousal. She and I both burst out giggling and the mood completely shifted. It felt like suddenly all the awkward pressure was gone. The three of us could just enjoy ourselves now.
Jake started to move and I shifted my legs so he could come between Kate and me. He heaved right to the end of the bed and in one quick motion grabbed Kate by the crease of her hips and pulled her down. She squealed a little as he fell to his stomach and threw her thighs up over his shoulders. God, I loved him.
Jake did not take his time and he was not gentle. It was so fucking hot. His face burrowed right between her legs and he was relentless, sucking on her clit and drilling her pussy with his tongue. Kate lost it, moaning so loud, her back coming up off the bed. It was a perfect opportunity to pay the right amount of attention to her nipples. I took one in my mouth carefully minding my teeth.
She screamed my name gripping my hair. Just before she came though, Jake pulled back. "You want me to come Mama?" he panted.
I watched Jake grab Kate's hips again. She let him flip her over with ease. He was a fucking machine tonight. He pulled her up so she was on her knees. I'd seen him fuck other girls like this before, but again, this time with Kate it was so much hotter, so much sexier.
Ours eyes met and she bit her lip, still panting. Then I remember Jake had asked me a question. "Yes," I breathed.
A few things happened next, all at the same time it seemed. Jake grabbed the shaft of his dick with one hand, keeping the other on Kate's hip. He dragged his dick up her pussy teasing her from behind. Kate's head dropped between her shoulders and she moaned into the sheets. My pussy twitched, desperate for what Jake would do next.
"I can't come until you do. You know that." He gazed up from Kate's ass, looking at me. "Maybe Kate could help you with that." Kate looked up at me, her eyelids half opened and crooked her finger at me. Jake waited until I was in position, my back against the headboard, Kate's face buried between my thighs, before he just thrust into her. My pussy muffled her cries as they vibrated through me. My head fell back, but just for moment. I loved to watch Jake work.
The three of us fell into a perfect, desperate rhythm, starting with the movement of Jake's hips and ending with my frantic whimpers. I stared into his eyes that whole time we moved together. He panted, gritting his teeth, staring back at me as if he was begging me to come. I gripped the back of Kate's head harder, forcing her tongue up against my clit, her chin teasing my entrance.
Kate stilled her head from moving from side to side, and bore all her pressure into me, forcing me to come. My eyes couldn't stay open. My leg spasmed out of control, kicking on the bed, my back arching off the headboard.
When I had regained my composure, Jake pulled out of Kate and stood up on the floor. Kate drooped to her side. I didn't know how many times she came, but I had felt the shivers.
Jake spoke then, his hand gripping him, stroking his wet cock. "You want me inside you, Mama?" His voice was low and gentle, but I could tell he was dying to come.
"Of course, Baby", I panted in reply. "Let me ride you." Kate and I moved at the same time, giving Jake room to lay down up the middle of the bed. When he was comfortable on his back, he grabbed my waist and pulled me on top of him. I easily straddled him and pushed myself down onto his perfect length. Jake grunted thrusting up into me.
Kate, settling into her role as observer, watched us for a few seconds, then crawled on her knees closer to me. She ran her fingertips down my back, adding to the goose bumps spreading up from my hips. I closed my eyes and just let myself feel all the ways they were both touching me.
After a moment I felt Jake's hand move around the curve my ass, spreading me apart. Kate's hand came up to my shoulder and I could feel her looking to see what Jake was doing with his fingers. I opened my eyes again and peered over my shoulder with her, our eyes meeting for a moment.
"Is this okay?" she asked as I tensed up a bit. Jake slid a finger into me slowly. Kate's hand caressed my ass cheek, soothing me.
"Yes," I moaned.
"Can you handle more than that?" she whispered. I could see that she was desperate to look towards her bag.
"Yeah," I said, closing my eyes again. Kate slowly climbed off the bed and busied herself on the other side of the room. Jake pulled me closer to him, kissing me deeply as he drove into me, his hips grinding in the most delicious way. The motion of his lips and the way his tongue slid in and out of my mouth momentarily distracted me from the sounds of leather and buckles coming from the other side of the room.
I felt the mattress dip under Kate's weight as she climbed up behind me. Jake opened his legs wider making room for her knees. Her fingers were on my ass then, spreading some cool lube around. Her other arm came around my waist bringing me up off of Jake's a bit. I sat up all the way pressing my ass into the toy she had strapped between her legs.
"Tell me if you want me to stop at any point. Okay?" she whispered in my ear. I turned my head just enough, gazing in her blue eyes and nodded. Our lips met again, massaging each other for a few moments more. I swallowed the nervous anticipation and let Kate enter me from behind. The toy she used was much smaller than I expected. It caused no pain at all, just the right amount of pressure.
Once she was all the way in, she waited for a second until she was in sync with the way Jake was rocking up into me. Three of us held each other close, not thrusting, but the two of them working together, slowly grinding into me.
I was honestly overwhelmed. There's no way I can lie about that. I had these two people who I cared about so much, one who loved me deeply, so much that he was willing to share just to keep me happy and another who it appeared would do anything to be with me.
I wanted to come and cry all that the same time and when I felt something brush against my thigh and looked down to see that it was Jake and Kate's hands, fingers intertwined, that's exactly what I did. The tears spilled over my cheeks as unintelligible pleas came out of me. Jake followed seconds later, grunting my name, cursing as he came into me.
When we were both relatively still, Kate climbed off of the bed and slid back into the bathroom. I collapsed on Jake's chest, still silently weeping, while he cradled me in his arms. He hushed me, gently wiping away my tears. Kate came back with a wet washcloth and cleaned the inside of my thighs with professional care. She cleaned Jake with her mouth, sucking the last bit of cum out of him, then used the clean side of the now folded cloth to clean off his lap.
After she ditched the washcloth in the hamper she joined us back on the bed, snuggling into my back, caressing my thighs and kissing my back while Jake continued to gently rub my arm and my shoulder.
"You okay?" she whispered.
"Mmhhmm," I said with a yawn that turned into a giggle. I was too spent, still too overwhelmed to think, so I just let myself drift between the two of them, the beating of Jake's heart and the stroke of Kate's hands lulling me to sleep. I'd think in the morning.
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The sound of zippers and fabric woke me up. I was warm still nestled in Jake's arms, but the space behind my back was cool, empty. The sun was up and had been for hours. I looked over Jake's shoulder to see Kate almost completely dressed. She pulled her tank top over her head and then caught me looking at her. I was instantly crushed. Something had happened and she was making a break for it while we were still asleep. She paused, no doubt catching the devastation in my eyes.
"Hey," she whispered, rushing to my side of the bed.
"Where are you going?" I nearly begged, sounding exactly like a twelve year old.
"Stupid Daniel broke his wrist. I have to cover his shift." She smoothed my hair back then caressed the side of my cheek. "I'll come back tonight, if you want me to."
I nodded, almost frantically. "I do."
"Okay." She kissed me softly on the lips. I didn't want her to let go. "I'll call you when I get off."
"Okay," I replied anxiously. She winked at me and quickly went back to the other side of the room to grab her bag. Just as she was about to reach the door, Jake called to her.
"Kate. Come here a sec." She came to the side of the bed, just as he raised his hand up to give her a high-five. She giggled, slapping his hand, "We'll catch you later," he mumbled against the top of my head.
"Bye," she said with a smile ducking out the door.
I cuddled closer to Jake, who passed out again seconds later. I, on the other hand, was wide awake. I didn't know how to process everything going through my head. Over night it was like my feelings for Jake had tripled. He was amazing. But then my feelings for Kate had too. I didn't want her as a friend or a lover. I wanted her as mine, as ours. I wanted her with us, with Jake and I, always.
I just wondered if she felt the same way. I wondered if Jake felt the same way, if the two of them, wanted me and each other, all at the same time.
I climbed out of bed and dressed quickly, leaving Jake sleeping soundly. Norm was way over due for a walk.
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I hope you all enjoyed that. I have yet to use the Feeldoe, the double ended wonder that Kate used on Nessie, but I have had a few ladies offer to use theirs on me. We'll see.
Pictures of Kate and the Feeldoe on page 43 of the Twilighted thread. The link is in my profile if you're having trouble .
The PP started a thread of our very on the Twilighted forum, that has turned into a most wonderful pervy free-for-all. Do come by and play.
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