Chapter 3 – Step One

A/N: I don't own Twilight or anything related to it. I think I can claim ownership of Warren and Kimber though. Oh, and I don't advocate unprotected sex with someone you've just met .

JPOV

Embry was already attending University of Georgia. I could vaguely recall him citing his reasons for choosing it: the distance from Washington, the football team, and how southern girls were so amazing. It wasn't difficult to find all sorts of grants and scholarships available to Native Americans. Being in good graces with the council – thanks to being part of the pack, when I actually was – it was easy to get my school records forged. I did take my GED before starting, though.

Embry was entering sophomore year when I started attending that fall. Adjusting wasn't as easy as I thought it would be. He lived in a dorm on the opposite side of campus so we didn't see each other much the first few weeks of school. All things considered, I was fine with it.

Things moved at a slow pace in the beginning. Classes were boring and I had to pay close attention to keep up. I made an honest effort to study and tried to get decent grades. If I wanted to stay in school and keep my grants and scholarships, I'd have to keep my grades up.

It felt good to be doing something besides sulking. I felt productive. Human. Alive.

Other than that, though, I was still the same. Empty. Alone.

Embry dragged me to a big party one weekend. I really should have been studying, but he insisted I come. When it was all said and done, I was glad I did. He got me drunk for the first time in my life. It was difficult for us – no one could out-drink us, that was for sure. I felt like liquor was being poured down my throat all night. And I was okay with that. Once my guard was let down and I felt relaxed, I started to notice the people around me.

People spoke to me and I actually spoke back. A head of curly reddish brown hair caught my attention from across the room. I couldn't see her face, but my eyes took charge and scoped out everything I could see of her – her long, slender legs, her smooth skin, and this full ass that just begged to be groped. For a second, I worried that I was about to imprint. My eyes immediately went to the floor. Getting laid would have been a nice change from my usual porn and hand routine, but not if it meant I was going to imprint on the girl. I hadn't looked at a real-life girl with so much lust since before I started running. This feeling was so unfamiliar… wanting someone.

My fingers nervously fidgeted with my long hair as I stared at the floor. I tried to force thoughts of her from my mind, but all effort was lost when her red stilettos came into the area of the floor I had been focusing on.

"Hi. You look like you could use some company," she said. I gave up and looked at her face. No imprinting. Thank God. "I'm Kimber." I may not have imprinted, but I definitely wanted her. Not to love her or kiss her. I wanted to pin her to my shitty dorm bed and fuck her senseless.

"Hey. I'm Jacob," I said trying to not sound nervous. I'd never been in a situation like this. I'd flirted and fantasized about the things I wanted to do with various girls, but I'd never actually thought about acting on them. We were in college, it wouldn't be too difficult to get what I wanted.

Embry walked up with two hands full of shot glasses. He sat them on the table and scooted two in front of me. Good. Liquid confidence. He handed Kimber one shot as well and we took them.

"Who's your friend, Jake?" Embry asked.

"Kimber."

She nodded and smiled at him, but I noticed her face change when she looked back at me. It was like I could see the attraction in her eyes. She sat down in my lap and began to play with my hair. I thought it was odd for someone to be so forward, but we were both pretty wasted and definitely not the only strangers within such close proximity of each other.

"Got any plans for the night?" she whispered seductively in my ear. Her warm breath on my skin made me want her even more.

My hand squeezed her thigh and she ground her ass into my lap. "Nothing I can't reschedule."

The small coherent part of my brain was in shock. Sure, I was a bitter asshole, but was I really one of those guys that banged girls he picked up at parties? Yes indeed. Besides, she was practically begging for it.

Her mouth came even closer to my ear. Her lips grazed my earlobe as she spoke, "I have a single dorm." Her hands ran across my chest and arms and I noticed her admiring gaze. She did that little wiggle thing again and I had to swallow back the nervousness building in my throat.

She stood and grabbed my hand, pulling me to the kitchen. She bent over to pick a couple of beers up out of a cooler, making a point to press her ass against my groin. Any hesitation I had previously felt was out the window. I was counting the minutes to when I'd be slapping that ass from behind. She tossed back another shot that was handed to her and I took several chugs straight from the bottle of Jack on the counter. She continued to pull me by the hand out the door.

Once we were a couple of blocks away from the party, I felt a little weird. We were all alone. It Hooking up with her seemed so much more dirty and wrong without the distraction of loud music and people dry humping in public. I tried to distract the tiny, sober part of my brain by focusing on how much we both wanted this.

"My dorm's just right down the road. Statham Hall," she said, slurring.

That was my dorm, too, but I wasn't sure if she should know that or not. I tried not to think about how this was nothing like I thought it would be. She may have been a nice girl, but I couldn't see her as more than means to an end. I looked in her eyes and saw nothing. She had a pretty smile, but it didn't draw me to her the way it might if she were supposed to be something more to me. The things I noticed all came back to sex – her full cleavage, the curve of her lips and how they would look wrapped around my shaft, the way her ass moved when she walked, or how I wanted to grip her hair and pull as I drilled her.

The walk back was silent but thankfully it was over quickly. As soon as we were in her room – just two floors above me – she was on me. Her mouth assaulted mine and I let her push me onto her bed. I watched as she stripped off her shirt and those heavenly skin- tight jeans she was wearing. She looked like something straight out of a porn video – matching hot pink bra and thong, perfect breast implants, and her ass just begged to be slapped.

She flicked off all the lights except for her desk lamp, crawled on top of me, and pulled my shirt off. Her hands ran across my bare skin hungrily before reaching my belt buckle. She pulled my shorts and boxers off, tossing them onto the floor. One of her hands stroked my cock while the other played with her pussy. If I wasn't turned on before, I definitely was now. Much to my pleasure, she brought her mouth down to my erection and began to slide up and down. My eyes rolled back in my head for a second, but then I realized that I should definitely be watching this.

"Oh fuck," I groaned. I'd never felt anything so amazing before. This was better than I could ever imagine. She moaned and continued her up and down motions. I grabbed her by the waist and sat her on top of me. I rubbed my head against her clit roughly while she moaned and bucked her hips. I couldn't wait anymore. I had to have her. My hand on her hip slid her down onto my cock.

She bounced on top of me. I watched as she played with herself and used my cock like it was a tool and she was a skilled craftsman. "Mmm…fuck…you're so…big…aah," she moaned.

I flipped her onto her stomach and positioned myself behind her. She popped her ass in the air and reached back for my cock. "Give it to me," she begged.

"You want this?" I asked teasingly, rubbing her opening with my head.

"Mmm yeah. God you make me feel so good. Please fuck me." How could I say no to that?

I roughly slid inside her at once and thrust my length in and out, eliciting moans and obscenities from Kimber. I slapped her ass roughly and she screamed in pleasure.

"Yeah… sss…. aaah… Again," she pleaded.

So I did. My hand came down and laid a sharp smack across her ass. She let out another scream. I pounded into her harder and harder and enjoyed watching her body convulse as she orgasmed again and again.

I figured the sex would be over in a matter of minutes, but the alcohol seemed to be prolonging things. Half an hour after we started – and after Kimber quite visibly exploded four times – I felt my own orgasm building. My cock began to swell and throb inside her. She pulled me out of her and turned around, taking my cock into her mouth while continuing to play with herself. Her moans against my shaft sent me over the edge and I blew my load down her throat. She stroked and sucked me down to the last drop.

I collapsed onto her bed, out of breath and completely satisfied. To hell with guilt. How could I feel guilty? The girl wanted it, begged for it, and it was very clear she enjoyed it. She took a chug of the water on her nightstand and fell into my side. I didn't feel comfortable wrapping my arm around her, so I just let her rest her head against my sweaty chest.

"That was fucking awesome," she said. Her breath was still a little quick like mine was. "We'll have to do it again sometime."

"Fine by me," I said with a laugh. I was a little uncomfortable laying in this strange girl's bed with her curled into my frame.

"Your friend was right about you."

Oh God, what had Embry done? "Whaddayou mean?"

"I've seen you around campus and wanted to approach you, but you're always so withdrawn. I talked to that guy you came to the party with. He basically told me that you were my kind of guy."

"How exactly?" I asked, trying not to sound annoyed.

"You know… you're not looking for a relationship but you aren't one of those assholes who fucks a girl then talks shit to all of his friends about her. I just like to play, Jacob. I'm not in college to find the love of my life like some girls. But I do have needs."

Not as bad as I thought it would be. "I can definitely help you out with that," I groaned. For the first time, my hand reached down to touch her sensitive area. "You ready for more?"

Her eyes squeezed shut and she shuddered. "No one's ever made me cum like that," she breathed. "I'll take all I can get."

After a couple more hours of sweaty, rough, mind-blowing sex, I reached down to the floor for my clothes.

"You can actually walk after all that?" Kimber asked.

"I don't have to walk far. I'm on the fourth floor."

She smiled devilishly. "How convenient. Well, I'm sure I'll see you around. You know where to find me. Want my number?"

Do I? I thought for a moment. She wasn't expecting me to follow up on this little tryst with any intentions of taking her out on romantic dates. She said it herself, she just wanted to fuck. "Sure."

"Call any time," she said, handing me the slip of paper with her number, running her free hand across my now clothed chest as if she wanted more.

And that's how it started. Kimber was the best non-girlfriend a guy could ever ask for. She was good in bed – well, I had nothing to compare to but things I'd seen in videos, so I could only guess as much. She didn't want any attachments, she was kinky as fuck, and she was actually a really fun person to be around. We hung out a lot together. She helped me with my schoolwork, we got wasted and partied together, had sex whenever either of us felt like it, and so on. Embry was actually a little regretful he'd sent her my way instead of trying to score with her himself.

I wasn't emotionally attached to her, but she did fill a void in my life. I felt better when I was around her, less angry and resentful. Maybe it was because I was distracted, but maybe it was because I was healing inside. Maybe she was helping me. As much as I got off, maybe the lack of pent-up testosterone was loosening me up. She was a real friend. It was nice to talk to someone who knew so little about me and my past.

After a few months, I started to open up to her. We talked more. She was very good at reading people. Well, me at least. Whenever I'd hold back, she'd drag it out of me. It was really hard to talk about anything from my past. Not because I didn't want to talk to her, but because there was so much she just didn't need to know. How was I supposed to tell her I ran around as a wolf for years or how my best friend chose to become a vampire despite my best efforts?

I stayed in Georgia as much as possible. I went home for Spring Break but decided to attend classes straight through the summer. It wasn't so much that I was trying to be an over-achiever, I just didn't want to hurt my dad's feelings. I wanted to have a decent excuse for not coming home. He wasn't the reason I didn't want to return. Being surrounded by wolves, being reminded of everything I was trying to get past.… that was why I didn't want to go back.

Unfortunately, Kimber didn't have the same desire to take classes through summer. At least she lived in Georgia, though. She was waitressing some place in Atlanta but she visited me on a few of her days off.

I was lonely again. And I didn't even have Embry or big parties to distract me.

A/N:

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