Feel For You Chapter 2: Carlisle

Title: Feel for You

Collaborators Names: TwiliteAddict and RosaBella75 (aka IslandWoman221)

Pairing: Esme x Carlisle

Rating: M

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Disclaimer: We don't own Twilight or any of its characters. No copyright infringement is intended, we're just having fun putting them in opportunistic situations.

A/N: Enormous squenches and slobbery kisses of gratitude to our beta extraordinaire for squeezing in a quick and durty *mwha* spit polish for us!

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Tallahassee, Florida
Summer, 1956

Catching sight of the girls sitting on the porch as they all rode by on their way to the swimming hole was an unexpected, but pleasant surprise for both Carlisle and Emmett.

Carlisle noticed Esme his very first day of school. She had a fresh, innocent look about her he didn't see very often in the girls from New York.

That's how he met Emmett. Em noticed Carlisle gazing at Esme in math class and was quick to give the newcomer some needed advice, "Man, better look elsewhere. Her old man is a Baptist minister. Very strict." Emmett emphasized the word "strict" in a way that left Carlisle with a clear impression of the man. Carlisle had been in the South long enough to know things were different here than they were in the North. He had gotten more than a few stern looks when he forgot to address women as "ma'am" and men as "sir." And the way people here referred to the Negros – well, he'd just neverunderstand that.

So he allowed himself to be pleasant to Esme, sometimes even flirtatious, but being new to the area, he certainly didn't want to ruffle any feathers and create any hardships for his folks. However, it didn't mean he didn't think about her – a lot.

And every day he saw her at school only made it harder not to think about her. Her smile lit up the room and her laugher was music to his ears—like the tinkling of jingle bells at Christmastime. He loved to make her laugh; her merriment reminded him of home.

Soon, he found himself longing to savor up close the unique and rich color of her hair. He wanted to run his fingers through the strands after removing the bright pink bow so obviously her favorite since it graced her head so very often.

In class, Carlisle found himself staring at her lips wondering if they had ever been kissed – not the peck at the door after a date, but a realkiss. A deep, wet one that conveyed more than the desire to thank her for a nice evening.

She seemed so pure, he was sure no man had ever got past first base.

One thing led to another, and alone in his room, he soon began pondering the feel of her skin, the untouched firmness of her breasts; the silkiness of her inner thighs…

At least in the privacy of his room, he could find relief – with the assistance of his hand and a handkerchief – or two.

Unfortunately, it had now gotten to the point that Carlisle had difficulty thinking of Esme without getting a boner. Cause and effect. A learned behavior, if you will. And at the rate Carlisle was 'learning', he figured he'd have a scholar's degree in no time!

None of this posed a problem for the young man, until now. Seeing the flash of her pink bow in the dense greenery surrounding the pond had a very unfortunate effect. He was stark naked with a group of guys and how in God's name was he going to hide it?

As Carlisle stood waist deep in the water, he shot an evil look in Emmett's direction. This was entirely his fault! Once Emmett zeroed in on Carlisle's crush on Esme, he came clean to Carlisle about his crush on Rose. Funny thing such a big guy would be intimidated by a chick, but nonetheless, he kept his feelings a secret waiting for the "right time" to ask her out on a date.

So, today, he got the brilliant idea that the last one stripped and into the pond was going to have his crush outed to his girl. Carlisle had won the race fair and square, but then he figured out Emmett lost on purpose – he was probably looking for a way to have someone else take care of the "Rose situation" for him! After all, there was only a few weeks left of summer… then off to college.

Carlisle tried and tried to conceal and wait out his state of affairin the water, but eventually, the need for release was backing up and befuddling his brain.

Now needing to cover two unsettling reactions, he casually excused himself to take a leak and silently swam with sure underwater strokes out around a bend in the shoreline of the pond. He spied a secluded spot in the reeds and tall grasses. Before he'd left though, he'd used the cover of splashing at Garrett one last time, to glance over his shoulder at the bushes where that tantalizing glimpse of pink had been, only to find no hint of his new favorite color and hair bow. His stomach dropped. She'd left.

Had he completely misread her? Though she appeared shy and innocent, she did hang out with Rose, so… she couldn't be quite as big of a goody two shoes as she appeared to be, could she? Carlisle was confident when he taunted her with glimpses of his choice bod - even if he said so himself - he'd captured her attention.

But what if he'd just blown any chance he had with her? Disappointment was a bitter taste indeed. Had he embarrassed her beyond her endurance?

He quickly reviewed all her body language and all their conversations they had had at school. There were numerous times she looked at him when she thought he wasn't looking. Her gaze had him feeling like a juicy cheeseburger… and she was dying to take a bite.

Carlisle thought he recognized those looks since he wasn't exactly innocent. There'd been a few heavy petting sessions in the back of his dad's '55 Chevy. Fast girls liked fast cars after all, and he knew his way around a brassier quite well as a result. God knows he now knew his way around his own equipment even better. The last few weeks alone ensured that. He'd been rather proud of his restraint as compared with what the other guys at school claimed - until Esme's hourglass figure began invading his thoughts...

Esme...the source of, and answer to all his problems at the moment.

With a groan, Carlisle glanced around and deemed the little cove-like nook in the reeds to be far enough from the guys to "take care of business." Something about the warm sun on his shoulders and thoughts of Esme, equally bare, surpassed any previous fantasy he had of her. Already he could feel his not-so- little problem re-asserting its presence quite firmly.

Carlisle continued to stroke through the lily pads and up to the thick reedy growth. He couldn't help but feel like an enormous frog whenever he waded among the plants like this. Judging the ground to be right below him, he let his feet dip to find the mucky bottom. The squish of mud between his toes was always an odd mix of ick and cool. Today it was all slurping caresses.

Drifting close to the shore, he knew all he had to do was push through the three feet or so of plants and he'd be on firm land, but instead he chose to merely lean back into the plants so that he was out of easy eyeshot. The pink in the center of the cow-lilies, (as Em called them) surrounding him was a pretty pink, drawing him closer to images to her. He hooked one with his hand and found it was soft, silky, the flower opening more with his touch - just like he'd imagine Esme's would feel and react, something he would love spending hours exploring .

Carlisle had all the right images in place and was tucked out of view, but he knew better than to try to rub himself while his skin was wet with plain water – very unfriendly friction. So instead, he rhythmically squeezed his shaft, and after a few moments used the newly formed dew drop to swirl his thumb slowly over the head. He imagined it was Esme touching him - after she'd pushed through the screen of bushes to walk toward him, a skinny-dipping water nymph with a powerfully, wanton and sensuous look in her eyes. She'd press her honey lips together to moisten them, and then stop just barely far enough away to keep her pert nipples from brushing against his naked chest. Not breaking eye contact, her hand would reach forward to do just what his hand was doing to himself, now. Her mouth would fall open to allow her panting breaths to course in and out of her rapidly rising chest.

He was so hard.

Without conscious thought, he breathed out her name in a husky whisper… "Esme."
Somehow saying her name caused him to feel more like she was really there, just out of sight and the idea sent a verypowerful burst of arousal through him. He threw back his head savoring the moment, letting his thumb flick over his tip again as he gripped harder. Needing more stimulation, he took the index finger of his free hand and slipped it under the foreskin he had not allowed to fully retract. Using his own emissions he swirled his finger around the rim of the tip, under the skin, intently watching the way it stretched and held his finger against his tip the whole time. The feeling was so intense. Panting, he clenched his jaw and once again closed his eyes loosing himself in the feeling of pleasure.

The sounds of nature surrounded him, but they were background noise to his fantasy, just the bits and pieces he took in from his surroundings to assure himself he remained alone. The buzzing of the dragonflies and other native water denizens, the gentle lapping of the water against the shore and plant stalks, were carried on the breeze shushing through the grass. The occasional shout and faint drone of laughing conversation from the other guys carried through the nearly still air... and a low, throaty female moan of satisfaction.

Wait… what?

Had his fantasy taken on a life of its own or did he really hear something? That was definitely not a dude behind him in the reeds getting off; that was a girl, and something about her moan struck a deep answering note of desire in him. Adrenaline rushed in his gut, and Carlisle decided he hadto see who it was. Was someone watching him?

As silently as possible, Carlisle inched forward, surprisingly rapid through the marsh grasses, gently pushing them aside to peer through to the shore. There, laid before him in a scene of pure flushed and arching perfection, was Esme!

She had her skirt shrugged up over her belly exposing her entire lower half, her hand firmly wedged between her clamped thighs, her nipples were so hard he could clearly see them straining through the fabric of her blouse. Her eyes were squeezed shut just as tightly as her legs, and pure delight played across her lips as she rode out her climax. Her little white panties lay next to her in the bent over reeds. She was pleasuring herself and he was sure he'd neverseen anything more beautiful, or arousing—in his life!

His erection, which had faded with the adrenaline shock, sprang back to life. There was the object of his desire, his fantasy, splayed before him in obvious readiness to be taken. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts into the sultry air. It was a sight that would forever be etched in his mind, a visual for every self love session he would ever have in his lifetime!

He wrapped his hand around his hardness and squeezed, while cupping his contracted balls with the other hand. Damn, he'd never been this hard and had to be so still! A gentleman would leave and never mention what he saw...but couldn't look away...and he sure as hell couldn't move.

Her body shuddered with residual aftershocks of her release, her breath alternately catching and panting in her throat. Her hips bucked a final time before she ripped her hand away from between her flushed and trembling legs. With one last deep breath, she clearly breathed, "Oh, Carlisle."
His eyes snapped up to look at her face – sure he was caught...

But no, her eyes were still closed.

So that meant... she was fantasizing about him!

This was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Before he could even consider the wisdom of the action, his mouth opened and he responded to her lust-laden call.

"Yes, Esme?"

A/N:

RosaBella75: Wait! Don't throw tomatoes! We've got chapter 3 (with our young lovers together *waggles eyebrows*) almost ready to go! The lemony action is complete and now to wrap-up the details!

TwiliteAddict: Thanks to everyone who read/voted. We didn't win the contest, but we did get some great encouragement and reviews, so we decided to post this chapter - it was originally part of our entry, but it would have put us over the word limit for the contest. And quite frankly, once RB got started with this story, I couldn't stop her!

RosaBella75: C & E brought my writing mojo out of hiding! YAY! The contest was a lot of fun and it hasbeen killing me to sit on this while we waited it out! Happy reading and like TA said, a huge thanks to all those who made the contest such fun!