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First of all I want to give a MAJOR shout out to my beta and her highly appreciated and detailed comments on this story. DAZZLED EYES22 - This story wouldn't be the same without you.

A/N:

This is/was actually an OUTTAKE to my other Fan Fiction story Starting Over that revolves around Edward and Bella, but it took on a life of its own and is now an individual story. I am posting it as a separate, but parallel story to Starting Over. You can read one without having read the other.

I am a little nervous posting this as this will be the first chapter marked with an M, or in some people's eyes NC-17 for sexual contents. Alice is goading Jasper, playing her right into the palm of her hand. Oh, Alice.

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The Second Weekend

It was Friday and Alice had decided to invite herself over and bring dinner. I was slightly apprehensive being alone with her at my place, as I was growing needy. Watching her every day in a new feminine dress, showing a little cleavage or her slim legs was getting the better of me. I had tried to manage my hormones getting myself off, but it didn't seem to be enough. Touching myself left me wishing Alice was with me, or that it was her skin flushed, her moaning, her body that was next to me, instead of the empty sheets. I started wondering what she sounded like when she climaxed, what she smelled like when she was aroused and wet from making love. It was driving me insane and I had never been so attracted to anyone in my entire life.

I fished the white wine out of the fridge and took two glasses from the shelf. I filled them midway and took a sip. It was a cool and crisp. The doorbell chimed and my heart did a double beat. I took another sip of wine and brought the untouched glass to the door.

"Hello." She chimed and held up a bag. "Food's here."

"I like the delivery girl better." I mused and smiled. Alice giggled bubbly as ever and stepped forward. She gently placed her lips against mine for a brief second, before making a beeline for the kitchen like she had been here a million times. She dropped the food and her coat on the kitchen counter. I handed her the wine and watched as her lips rimmed the glass and she took a swig. "Mmm, delicious."

"I know." I smirked and couldn't help letting my eyes rake down her body. She was feminine as ever in an outfit that did everything right for her. "I like your dress." I smirked. I really needed to hold back on her. I was so scared that I was being pushy, especially when thinking how new and strange this kind of relationship had to be for her. With Alice, I really had to control over my inappropriate thoughts as everything about her turned my body into a roaring fire of need. If this was just another girl knowing her sexuality, knowing she was only into girls we would probably have ended up in bed already, but not with Alice. That didn't mean I didn't want to though. I was in hell waiting, hoping and calculating how to push forward carefully. I was desperate for more than just a kiss, but terrified at the same time.

"You look nice too." She stepped to me, her eyes level to mine as I wasn't wearing heels. We were basically the same height. She gazed up at me with those curious eyes as her body went flush against mine. Her breasts pressed into me and she skimmed her small talented hands down my sides. I sighed, enjoying her light and delicate touch. I leaned in and kissed her trying to be gentle. Alice wasn't having restrained and respectful. Her one hand went to my neck holding me to her and she parted my lips demandingly, seeking into my mouth and her other hand slipped to my ass. This inexperienced girl, I suspected, was going to be the death of me. She was so warm and passionate, so curious and exploring. She welcomed everything between us without limitation. I was afraid of scaring her, but in truth, perhaps she was scaring me a bit. I never had such strong feelings for a woman before.

I kissed her back slipping my hands up her waist just to the point before her breasts. I wanted nothing more than graze hand across the swell of flesh, just to get a slight feeling of her breasts. Alice pushed back a bit. Once again, her inquisitiveness was staggering in her eyes. She smiled slightly, then said quietly and full of understanding. "You can touch if you want." My breath hitched and my blood rushed furiously in my veins. She saw right through me. I slipped my hand over the fine fabric of her dress, my fingertips grazing the soft skin of her collarbone when I let my hand drop further south. Alice just watched me inquisitively when I touched her gently. She sighed and closed her eyes then kissed me again. Her breast was just slightly less than a handful, round and firm, not that I really cared about size. I just wanted something to kiss and suckle.

The kitchen was deafeningly quiet. I could hear the fibers of our clothes rubbing against each other. "Are you hungry?" I asked gently. The food had to be getting cold, while we were standing here and exploring each other in the middle of the kitchen.

She opened her eyes - big, blue, deep and wanting. "Yes." She answered unashamed. Her response was astounding in its honesty and eagerness.

"Food, Alice." I mouthed and smiled, though, I was flustered and frustrated. Never in my life had anyone pushed my buttons like her.

"I know." She chirped confidently, glancing at me mischievously. She hoisted herself to the kitchen counter and took another sip of wine, humming as she swallowed.

"So what did you get?" I asked and untied the knot on the bag. The inside of the plastic was wet, covered with moisture from the steaming food.

"Honey chicken and a sweet and sour salad." She shrugged.

"Really?" I blurted. "That's my favorite." I was beaming, not having had this meal for so long as it wasn't exactly light on calories. It was one of the things that I savored for special occasions.

Alice giggled and I stared. She tapped her finger against her temple. "I had a feeling."

"Did you now?" I mused entertained and inhaled the rich and sweet scent of honey and curry. My stomach snarled loudly.

"I guess you're hungry too." Alice said, layered so thickly with innuendoes that it was impossible to miss her intention. Warmth spread within my body when she put her lips to the glass and I watched the cool fluid wash into her mouth. I swallowed convulsively.

"I am." I answered quietly and completely hypnotized. "Alice…" I sighed, utterly at a loss how to handle her and her very unsubtle advances. I deliberated for a moment, staring at her beautiful face. "I am extremely attracted to you." I murmured and drew my finger across her bottom lip. "Are you comfortable knowing that? I mean…are you comfortable being here alone with me?"

She licked her lips, gazing softly at me. "I want to be alone with you." She answered quietly like she was being scolded by her math teacher, but her eyes were so inquisitive. Though, with the lack of words, I suddenly understood what was really going on. This was premeditated. This was exactly what she wanted and quite frankly, so did I. We stared at each other for a long moment while the sexual tension between us settled. I knew what was she was saying and I understood what she wanted to have happen between us. She wanted to explore what it meant to be with me. We didn't have to talk about it. We both knew it without having to say anything else.

"Let's just have some dinner now, okay." I finished. She beamed a smile suddenly and hopped off the counter. I fished some plates from the cupboard and arranged the food.

I slipped the DVD in the recorder and settled in the corner of the couch. Alice curled her legs up and snuggled to my side like this was a routine. It didn't take long for Alice to break down my resolve and get what she wanted. What she came here for.

Her mouth was so warm and wet, yet almost feverish against mine. Not completely surprising, but still, Alice wasn't exactly shy or withdrawn. Her mouth on mine so passionately that it made me forget reason and all sanity went out the window.

The movie had barely started when Alice had played her hand. I was overwhelmed by her, but not an ounce inside of me wanted to stop her. The warmth of her body against mine was pulsating and just making my need grow. I pushed her back on the couch and leaned over her. Her hands climbed up under my shirt, smoothing over the scars on my back. Our legs tangled and I couldn't help but notice the skirt of her dress was riding up her thighs. I moved my hand down and drew my hand up her thigh. She squirmed against me, pushing her hips against me. Her hands moved up my back, her fingers locked into my hair and she pulled her mouth from mine. Her breathing was heavy and warm against my neck as she kissed me blow my ear. I moved my hand further up under her dress over the swell of her ass. It was firm, but her skin was so soft, only interrupted up the straps from a… garter belt. I had to peak down. Sure as hell, she was wearing one. As far as I could see, it was utterly feminine and utterly Alice. Only she could pull this off. Trying to slow my pace, I dragged my hand up her waist. Once more, I lost the battle of being appropriate when I reached the curve of her chest. I succumbed to my wants cradling her breast. She moaned and squirmed again.

How the hell was I supposed to stop or slow down when she suddenly pulled her hands down as started undoing the buttons of her dress herself? I stifled my groan at the sight of the delicate bra, pushing her breasts up. I pulled the fabric of her dress aside revealing the top of her chest. I kissed my way down her neck and collarbone, as her fingers locked into my hair again. Her body was so inviting, so free of restraints, so wanting. I kneaded her breast feeling her nipple pucker into my hand. The scent of her skin mixed in with the moisture from my mouth made her smell like pure sex - completely undiluted, passionate sex. There was no way in hell I could to stop now even if I wanted to, which I really didn't. I gently pushed the lacy material of her bra out of the way, revealing the rosy-pebbled bud. When I closed my lips around her nipple, she let out a guttural groan, while pushing her chest upwards and greeting my mouth. I didn't need to push Alice anywhere. She was going there all by herself.

"That feels so nice, Jasper." She murmured. Hearing her express her feelings and her pleasured sighs was just too good to be true. I drew my hand back down and under her skirt, while gently hiking it up. I traced my fingers up the inside of her thigh itching to feel the warmth between her legs. I didn't think about it. I just reacted. I brushed my fingers across her pussy, feeling how damp and downright soaked her panties were. The material was so flimsy that I could even feel the swelling of her clit. I gently rubbed against it and Alice moaned louder and her breath quickened. Her arms gripped harder around me as I increased the pressure. It didn't take long until the irritation of the fabric got the better of me and I slipped my hand inside her panties. I had my initial curiosity met when I felt a gentle splay of hairs covering her sex. She was truly drenched, but the softness of her sex was stunning and overwhelming. I had always relished the soft and warm flesh of a female, but touching Alice made everyone I had ever been with fade in comparison. I slipped my fingers deeper in between her lips, not thinking about it when I dipped a finger inside of her. She bucked her hips toward my hand and her breath trembled. It wasn't only her breathing that was shaky, her hands were unsteady as well. I opened my eyes and glanced at her face. Her lips were swollen and plump, but her face was anxious and curious at the same time.

It hit me like a freight train and I froze. I had no clue how much or more importantly how little experience she had. I knew it wouldn't be much, but what if it was none at all?

"Alice." I called softly. "Open your eyes for me. Look at me please."

Slowly her eyes opened, her pupils were dilated and her look was almost lazy and sated. "What is it, Jasper?" She asked, her voice was breathy and light. I retrieved my fingers from her insides and she whimpered at the loss, slightly upset.

"I need to know something." I said carefully. I leaned down and kissed her lightly while I adjusted one side of her bra again. Her free nipple was so tempting to watch, basically begging to be suckled. I needed a much clearer mind right now, to not just go primal on her, which I was already doing.

"What?" She begged, her eyes brimming with worry.

"I think that you are absolutely amazing, but have you done this before?" There was no way that I was going to plow down that road with her now - not if she said no. She was too important to be that careless and casual with.

"Did I do something wrong?" Her eyes shifted back and forth and her lip trembled even worse. I leaned down, kissing her.

"No, Alice." I mumbled against her lips. I pulled back some and gazed down at her, stroking her cheek. "We both know you are not sure about your particular preferences, but be honest with me. Have you had sex with a woman before?" I waited patiently and finally she shook her head. "Have you had any kind of relationship, physical or otherwise?"

"Some. I mean I fooled around in high school with one girl, and a few in college, but I never went all the way with a girl before. Why?"

"I think we need to slow down just a bit, okay?"

"No, why?" She almost whined and squirmed against me. "It feels so good, I'm not ready to stop yet."

I laughed gently. "I know, Alice, but I am not ready to go much further right now, knowing what I know. I don't want to mess this up between us because I scare you or make you do something you'll regret."

"Jasper, don't be ridiculous. You're not making me do anything I don't want to." She smirked. "Trust me."

"I do trust you. It's me I don't trust." I added seriously, though, she was making a joke of it. I was terrified that I would lose her if she changed her mind, because she already had her claws in me so deep there was no going back.

Alice stared at me for a moment, kissed me gently. "How about we just stay here and try to watch the rest of the movie then?"

"Sounds good to me." We nestled on the couch. Alice didn't bother to button up her dress or put much effort into pulling down her skirt down again. Watching the movie, I couldn't help, but be distracted by all the accessible skin every now and then. Once in a while, I skimmed my hand down her thigh or traced a finger across the swell of her breast and every time her breath hitched and she sighed. Through the movie, she kept moving closer as we lay tangled on the couch. The physical attraction was so thick in the air it was almost unbearable. I wanted nothing more than to bury my mouth in between her thighs.

"Jasper." She sighed when the end credits rolled across the screen.

"Mmm." I hummed in response, focusing drawing circles on her thigh with my pointer finger.

"If you don't finish the job soon, I am just going to go home and get myself off. Now which would you prefer? You do it or I do it?" She asked, literally daring me. My mouth popped open as she gazed up at me through her lashes. Her eyes were twinkling mischievously.

I cleared my throat from the initial shock and my heart hammered in my chest. "I wouldn't mind watching you get off, but I am feeling a little selfish." I murmured and leaned towards her. I was greeted with a hungry passionate kiss as she crawled further down on the couch. Her skirt was riding indecently far up her body. I pulled back and glanced down at the garter belt. I reached out and unclasped the straps, then linking my fingers into her skimpy panties. I slowly dragged them down her slim legs and dropped them on the floor. Just as earlier, she was drenched, wanting and ready. I leaned down beside her, raking my hand up her thigh and sighing when coming into contact with her warm flesh. Instantly her juices covered my fingers.

"Just for the record, but don't you dare stop." She warned sternly. "You would be the first ever, besides myself, to make me cum."

Instead of wanting to back down, I felt a pang of excitement at the challenge. She was flirtatious, straightforward and bold and she wasn't leaving here before she was one orgasm richer! "Yeah?" I had a feeling it wasn't really going to be much of a fight after all.

"Yeah." She agreed and spread her legs a little wider, giving me all the space I needed. Her flesh was still swollen and wet with need, when I started circling her clit. Her moans grew deeper, like they were trapped in her chest. She arched her hips up to greet my hand hungrily. I slipped two fingers into her warmth, loving the feeling of her warm sex hugged around my fingers. She moaned softly, panting and whispering my name when I continued to rub her. She started trembling, her chest flushed warmly and I knew she was nearing her climax. I leaned down and bit her nipple gently through her bra. When I traced my thumb across what I expected was her excruciatingly sensitive clit, I slowly hooked my fingers inside of her. Like on cue, she softly cried out the most exotic sound, while her sex pulsated around my fingers. It was erotic as hell feeling her insides as she tumbled over the edge, murmuring that she was coming. I just watched in awe as all my speculations to how she sounded and smelled unfolded before me. I loved watching her breath skate from her parted lips as her body convulsed, then slowly started to relax.

"God, you are gorgeous." I murmured, caught in my reverie and amazement. "Now beautiful Alice, was that good enough or do you still need to go home and finish the job, as you said." I asked playfully and placed a small kiss at the corner of her mouth. She smiled and giggled quietly.

"I don't need to finish anything. You pretty much finished me for the entire year." She whispered sluggishly, completely relaxed beside me. I smirked satisfied. She hugged her arms around me and let her soft lips find mine in a charitable kiss. "No one ever made me feel like that, Jasper." I just smiled, but internally I was celebrating like a maniac.

She sat up lazily after a moment, her hair was chaos around her head and her chest entirely flushed scarlet, but she had never looked that dazzling. She started closing up the buttons over her chest. She leaned over and picked up her panties and groaned.

"What?" I asked.

"They are soaked."

"I know." I smiled knowingly.

"This is so your fault. Well, guess I am going home bottomless."

I stared at her, resentment rising through my body. "No you're not. My girl is not walking through New York, panty-less, on a dark night wearing a sexy dress. That I won't allow." I said seriously.

Alice's eyes gleamed at me. I frowned not understanding. "Your girl?" She exclaimed.

I softened completely and kissed her hair. "Yes, my girl. I'll lend you some of mine that I haven't worn yet." I said.

Alice sighed. "I almost wished you had." She muttered. My eyes widened with shock. She rolled her eyes flirtatiously. "Washed preferably." She implored and I laughed.

I dragged the clean, recently purchased panties across her bare legs and dropped them on her lap. "I'll walk you down. Take a cab home, please."

"Yes, ma'am." She mocked and slipped my panties up under her dress as I stared hypnotized. There was something erotic about knowing what she wearing under her dress and whom they belonged to.

The street was quiet when we kissed goodnight. "You are so gentle, Jasper." She murmured and let her teeth graze my bottom lip. "Where ever did you learn?" She mused playfully when she released my lip.

I smirked at her, enjoying her free spirit. "I have the same equipment as you and I know how to handle pussy." I locked my arms around her frail shoulders. "But I can only hope to know how to handle someone as curious as you."

She beamed at me, hooking her fingers into the belt loops of my jeans. "Oh, you do know how to handle me." The tip of her tongue snaked softly at my jaw. "But I might forget later and you will have to show me again." She lured, utterly blatant.

"Alice." I muttered astounded. Bright lights from a cab illuminated us as I placed a last gentle kiss on her mouth. "Go home, Alice. I'll see you Monday."

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