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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.

To Thaigher Lillie, thank you for the addition to the summary.

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.

This is week three and it is definitely not Jaspers week. So enjoy watching her squirm a bit.

A major thank you to those of you who left comments and added me to your alerts. I hope to see you again for this chapter.

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Week Three

Another week began with having coffee in the morning while chatting with Alice. It was the highlight of my day, knowing I would start it off by seeing her.

She was still as confident and imminent when Tuesday morning she asked me if I wanted to go see a movie with her. I accepted as there was nothing I'd rather do than spend an evening with her.

The movie had been a complete flop, but what mattered was the fact that I was with her. Alice had persuaded me to take her back to my place afterwards. Though, I knew which obstacles that posed. I hadn't been able to keep my hands off her, not by a long shot. I had touched her like the last time, but it had been the battle of my life not to strip her naked and go down on her. I longed for more than a touch. I was sure going to my place and what did happen between us was exactly what Alice had counted on. She had tried to free me of my shirt, but I had dodged as best I could in order to take it slow.

To say I was delighted to see another ensemble of delicate lingerie on her would be an understatement. Never in my life had I seen anyone wear such feminine and sexy lace before, but somehow it just suited her. So when she liked to wear it, I figured I was allowed to enjoy the sight.

She hadn't stayed over, mainly because the topic had never come up. Alice always seemed adamant about going home and that was one point where she didn't pressure me. It didn't happen because no one had mentioned it.

In public, she was open and as flirtatiously as ever. I had never been one to flaunt my current relationship, but I was so proud to be next to Alice and so proud this elfin girl was so brave and bubbly and downright sexy. I couldn't help notice men looking at her with wanting, lustful eyes, almost disrobing her right in front of me. Alice didn't seem to notice them though, her eyes were always on me. It left me feeling a little smug. No correct that, a whole new level of superiority had risen within me. I was feeling snide.

Wednesday before lunch, a package arrived on my desk at work. Opening it, I was floored by the contents. It was the pair of panties that I had lent her the previous week. With it, was attached a tiny note done in an elegant script.

I seem to remember these belong to you.

I believe my mind is going dim. I may need you to educate

me once more on how you handle curious girls like me.

Your Girl,

Alice

I stared at the small piece of paper for about an hour before I stuffed the panties in my bag along with the note. I took an early lunch as my mind was stuck around Alice and her erotic and aroused sounds from last night when she climaxed. I knew that I would not be able to get anything productive done. I couldn't help but admire the audacity that it took to send these to my office.

Passing an old dusty bookstore while eating my sandwich, I almost choked on the food. On display was a 25th anniversary edition of '1000 Dessous: A History of Lingerie'. If this wasn't perfect, I didn't know what was. I ventured inside the moldy smelling shop and found a copy like the one from the window display. At the counter, a severely obese man with his forehead covered in sweat was about to punch in my purchase. I left the cash on the counter just as a brown haired girl emerged from a backroom.

"I can get this, Eric." She said softly. I just stared mortified at the attendant and chewed furiously at the inside of my cheek. Her deep brown eyes locked on mine and she frowned in wonder. "Jasper, right?" Bella said and smiled. I would know her anywhere, even though I had only met her once. She was Alice's pregnant roommate.

"Uh… yeah. Nice to see you again, Bella." This was a whole new league of awkward. I wasn't normally embarrassed about this sort of thing, but I knew from Alice that they were very close friends. Alice had told me Bella knew about us, but facing her for the first time since Aro's party while buying a book about lingerie wasn't exactly how I would have played this scenario. This gift was just too private and intimate to have it flaunted like this. I only meant it as a sexy comeback to Alice's audacity in sending my panties to my office, I never in a million years intended for Bella to be involved as well.

The amount rolled up on the cash register and Bella took the money from the counter then stared down at the book. The flesh inside of my cheek was getting thin as I chewed furiously. I could almost taste the blood when I kept digging my teeth into it. "Alice." I shrugged bleakly like I needed to explain my acquisition.

"I figured." She said and slipped the book into the bag, but glanced at me with knowing eyes. "She'll love it." Bella said kindly.

"I didn't know you worked here. Alice told me you worked at a bookstore, just not that it was this one." I said mainly to defuse the tension that was squashing my chest.

Bella shrugged. "Since College. The place grows on you." She offered.

I glanced around the old fashioned establishment, shelf upon shelf stocked with thousands of publications, but the place could really use an update. It reminded me of an establishment that belonged to the previous millennium.

"Thanks." I murmured. Bella smiled as I left the shop. Of all the places she could work, why did I have to walk into the exact same one and buy a private gift for my new flirtatious girlfriend? Having her roommate witness it in action was not planned and it left what Alice and I had wide open. Was Alice ready for that? Was I?

Back at the office, I decided to push the incident back when I slipped the book into a courier bag and wrote a note to go along with the parcel.

I thought this might inspire you.

It seems I don't need to educate you.

It is a pleasure getting to know you…

Jasper

I pondered for a moment if I should add something else, but decided against it, because I didn't want to risk being obscene. I was sure Alice would read between the lines since I left the last sentence open. I arranged for a bike messenger to deliver it this afternoon.

After work, I decided to pay Emmett a visit. He had been hassling me about coming see him practice. He was a college football player and I had yet to see him play. I sat down on the practically empty benches at the stadium and watched a bunch of guys massacre each other trying to get to the ball. I wasn't a sports fan and football was a little too violent for my taste, but I was sure Emmett would appreciate that I stopped by.

"Hey, big sis." He hollered when practice was over. I stepped down from the bleachers when a myriad of mud soaked and sweaty guys moved towards the locker rooms. "What the hell brought you out here?"

"Do I need a reason to see my brother?" I cocked a brow at him and smiled.

"I'm awesome. I know." Emmett laughed and bear-hugged me. Sweat was pouring down his face when he pressed his wet skin to mine.

"Ugh… you're gross, Emmett." I complained and wiggled out of his iron grip. I wiped the perspiration off my face with my sleeve and groaned. He laughed and laced his arm over my shoulder.

"So do I get your attention the entire night?" He asked and I nodded. "Anything you want, sis." He said as he led me towards the locker room. "I just need to take a shower."

"You better. Your ass stinks." I mock slapped his chest.

"Fifteen minutes, then I'm all yours." Emmett hugged me again, covering me in his sweat once more and on purpose this time. I sat down on the chairs lining the walls and waited for him. Huge guys dressed in football uniforms moved to the room and the male banter from inside was loud and hard to miss. I tried to ignore it, but Emmett's loud laugh kept booming above the others.

"Hey, who was that you were with, Em?" Some guy joked. "That was one hot piece of ass."

"Shut the fuck up!" Emmett bawled back, not missing a beat. I just groaned and rolled my eyes.

"Oh come on. Don't be such a sore loser. Is she dumping your ass?" The teasing continued.

"She's my big sister, you moron."

"Really, how the hell can an ugly fucker like you be related to someone as hot as that?"

"Beats me." Emmett answered and laughed.

"Mind if I ask her out?" The guy continued. I chuckled.

"Go ahead, but do you mind if I watch when she turns your dumb ass down?"

"She won't." The guy answered snide. "No one can say no to this. I'm a good looking guy."

"I'm sure you think so, but she is so far out of your league, man." Emmett snickered.

"You wanna bet, Em?" The boy countered. "Put your money where your nasty mouth is." He dared. I just sat back and waited for Emmett to take the bet, but he didn't.

"I would just love to rob you of your measly income, but somehow that just seems unfair." Emmett paused for a sec while chuckling. "She's a pussy eater, Tate." I cringed at my brother's unpolished manners. Only Emmett could be so straightforward, not that I minded his honesty, but I just wished he would have a little more tact about it. I shook my head. Why did he have to have this conversation with his teammates now that I could hear? First, the mortifying experience with Bella where I bought the book yesterday and now this. This just wasn't my week.

"What?" The other guy spat. "Seriously?" I rolled my eyes at whoever Tate was and his incredulous tone.

"What you didn't hear me?" Emmett laughed. "Do you need me to elaborate? She likes tits and to slobber all over wet pussy, just like you do. Is it clear enough for you now?"

I froze. That was the last straw and I had heard enough. I pushed the door to the locker room open widely, not caring if everyone was decent or not. I had no wish to spy on their junk, but my brother just crossed the line and I was getting pissed off. I loved that he supported me, but I hated he was so crude about it.

Some of the men covered up, others just smirked at me when they saw me standing at the door. I located my brother and narrowed my eyes at him. "Are you done, Emmett?" I asked sharply and double edged.

He stared at me. "You heard all that, didn't you?" He frowned apprehensively.

"Every single word of it. Now, I would like to get out of here, if you don't mind." I said pointedly, having heard all the pussy comments that I could stomach.

He pulled on his hoodie and flung his bag over his shoulder. "You're mad at me?" He asked as we walked down the hall. I didn't answer. He put his arm around my shoulder and I could smell his fresh and familiar body wash compared to the stench from his work out. "You know I got your back, right?" He smiled his dimpled charming grin at me. This was Emmett. He weaseled his way through life with his charismatic grin and panty-dropping dimpled smile.

"I know." I murmured, feeling the anger leave my body. There was no way anyone could be mad at Emmett when he smiled like that and the sucker knew it. He used it to get out of trouble constantly. "Just watch your mouth, okay?"

He didn't answer. I knew he had no intention of improving his boorish conduct, but we had had this argument since the dawn of day and we were still at an impasse. Emmett was incorrigible.

Hanging out with Emmett was always a cheerful experience as he was a natural elated person. No one could be around him and feel sour or gloomy. We spent the night at gaming arcade. It was full of teenagers and played and goofed around, eating junk food, laughing our asses off, for lack of a better word. It felt so good to be carefree with him. Nothing got Emmett down.

"So how is the ass fondling girl?" He asked while chucking a huge amount of ice cream into his mouth. We had stopped at Baskin and Robbins on our way to my place, needing another sugar rush to end the evening.

"Don't call her that." I admonished.

"I have nothing else to call her. So what do you suggest, because I don't even know her name?" He smirked, fishing for details. He always did that, but I normally never told him anything.

"I suggest Alice. Her name is Alice." I said quietly, taking a small bite of my strawberry and chocolate scoops.

"Ugh. I get to know a name this time? But I think I will stick to Pixie." He paused, staring down at me mischievously. "How's the sex?"

"Get your damn mind out of the gutter. You know Emmett, there is a reason I never tell you anything." I countered sharply.

"So if I asked nicely, I would actually get an answer?"

"You could try." I shrugged. I put had another spoonful of ice in my mouth, feeling a slight freezing headache rise up my temples.

"So what does Alice do for a living?" He asked seriously, trying with a strained face to contain his grin. I chuckled, as this just wasn't Emmett.

"She's a fashion designer." I answered feeling the entire situation was turning a little fake and laughable.

"Do you like her?" He asked more subtly. I glanced up at his face to see that he actually wasn't making a joke out of the whole thing.

"Actually, I like her a lot. I really, really like her." I said carefully. I never had this kind of conversation with Emmett before. It was slightly awkward, but if I couldn't talk to my idiot-like and obnoxious brother, then whom could I talk to? He was my family and I suddenly had the urge to share what was going through my mind.

Emmett gaped at me. "You mean, like bring her home to mom and dad? That kinda like her, like her?"

I smiled at the idea of bringing Alice home. "Someday… I hope." I admitted.

Emmett laughed, but it wasn't a mocking grin. "If they get to meet her before I do, I am going to be royally pissed. You remember that." He warned, but his eyes were gleaming with amusement.

He spent the night in my spare bedroom after watching a horror movie that I observed absolutely nothing of because it scared the shit out of me.

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I knocked the door slightly apprehensive. This was the first time that I was at Alice's place. Sure, I was just picking her up for dinner on a Saturday night, but being in her personal space was a touchstone for me. She said it was okay to just come to the door.

"Hi, Jasper." Bella answered pleasantly when she opened. "How are you?"

"Good." I smiled, a little anxious as I hadn't expected to see Bella home. The awkward incident at the bookstore hadn't slipped my mind the slightest.

I glanced down at her body. She was quite the opposite of Alice. There wasn't much girly about her. None of the elegant and fancy fabrics, classic make up, or the red nail polish seemed to interest her. Bella was strictly a jeans and t-shirt kind of girl, whereas Alice was not. I stared at her ragged old sweats and smiled. She was all about comfort that was for sure.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, uncertain if I should open the subject of her best friend dating a girl or if I should just leave it alone. I chose the latter.

"Alice will be ready soon. Come on in." Bella offered friendly, letting me pass.

"Thanks." I glanced at her stomach and the baby bump that was surely growing. "You seem to be thriving." I smiled.

Bella groaned. "Don't I know it? I already feel like a balloon and I still have a long way to go."

"You look lovely." I said and instantly regretted the words. There was a very fine line to walk. I didn't even have the faintest clue if Bella was one to judge or jump to conclusions when a polite comment was offered.

"I don't know about that, but thanks." She smiled. "Alice is far from done." She shrugged apologetically.

"Thanks." I followed her through the rather spacious apartment, when Bella stopped in front of a closed door.

"This is Alice's room, she's still in the shower, though." Bella hesitated. "Can I get you something?"

"No, thanks." I smiled. I stepped into the room appointed as Alice's. I was curious to what it would hold, what it would look like. I smiled realizing it was just as I imagined - feminine and girly. I glanced at the bookshelf that was the most orderly part of the room. All the books were alphabetized and placed neatly on the shelves. They were all on some kind of fashion subject - biographies by designers, handbooks on fashion, sketching and pattern design. Alice lived and breathed fashion. I was thrilled to discover my present would probably fit right in, though she hadn't mentioned it.

The door closed and Alice gasped. "I'm late, aren't I?"

"Don't worry about it." I smiled, just feeling calm wash over me when I saw her. I had learned over the past week, Alice always had a tendency to run a bit late. One thing I personally hated, but with her, I had already come to expect it. Her hair was done in soft curls framing her face, make-up subtle and perfectly applied and a new color of nail polish painted on today. I glanced down her body that was only covered by her hugging a towel around her small frame. Her toenails also carried a nice shade of bright red nail polish. Yep, my girl definitely took care of herself and the details. I wasn't masculine or anything, but I just didn't bother with dresses or skirts in general. I definitely didn't have the patience or skill for applying nail polish, but I loved that she did.

Alice stepped over and gave me a soft and brief kiss. "I'll get ready now." She mused softly and walked to her dresser. I was about to excuse myself from her room, as I didn't want to cramp her space. We hadn't exactly gotten to the point of being naked yet. I didn't want to force that on her as I expected she didn't wear much under that purple towel.

Once again Alice proved me wrong when she without much ado dropped the towel and opened a drawer like I wasn't even here. I just gaped at her and stared at her gorgeous naked body. She was standing profile to me, but I took in every gentle feminine curve of her hungrily. I relished the size of her breasts, enjoyed the curve of her ass as she just raked through a lot of lace. Her slim legs were glistering, clearly freshly shaved. My mouth literally started to water, as I was growing increasingly hungry from the sight of her.

"I suspect you're staring, Jasper." Alice said nonchalantly, when she roamed through the drawer picking out a few items. She battled to close it again due to the overflowing lingerie threatening to spill.

"I suspect you know you are naked." I muttered stunned. I wanted to rake my hands over every inch of that appealing girl in front of me, but my feet were glued to the floor. The Neanderthal part of me wanted to push her to the bed, spread her legs and bury my face in her soft flesh. So if I moved, that primitive part of me would win and I would scare the crap of my yet inexperienced girl.

"Does it bother you?" She glanced at me and frowned looking adorably insecure. I let my eyes sweep down her body, not hiding what was racing through my mind. Alice shouldn't have the slightest bit of doubt that I enjoyed the view tremendously. "I guess not." She smirked and slipped on her tiny panties. I watched her close her bra and scoop her breasts up. I almost drooled. She clasped another garter belt around her waist, pulled up black stockings and locked them into the loose hanging strings.

"Er… do you always wear underwear like that?" I dared asking. I was finally able to move my feet from the floor and stepped up behind her. I kissed her shoulder and Alice's sighed contently. A reaction I savored.

"I do." She answered simply. I smiled when my eyes landed on the familiar book sitting on top of her dresser. It was dog-eared multiple times and other pages were marked with post-its.

"Interesting reading?" I murmured against her skin.

"Very. It was incredibly thoughtful of you." She giggled.

"Do you know how sexy this is?" I asked when I skated my fingers down around the back of her bra and my belly started to dance excitedly. I slipped one strap off her shoulder because couldn't help but wanting a little feel of her. Running my fingers down over her breast pulling the cup of her bra down, Alice moaned and leaned back towards me.

"I do know, Jasper. I like feeling sexy that's why I wear it." She practically mewled when I kneaded the naked swelling in my hand. With every passing day, the sexual tension between us grew. It was tangible and overpowering and killing my resolve to go slow and to be gentle with her.

I moved the strap to her shoulder again and she groaned defeated. "You should get dressed." I murmured and pushed back the need that I was feeling in my crotch.

Facing me, she gazed with longing wondering eyes. "Why, Jasper? We could just stay here." She whispered. Her hands moved around my waist, fingers drawing under my shirt. It tingled delightfully when she stroked my skin. I knew exactly what she was asking. Like I said, she was a force to be reckoned with, a goddamn hurricane wreaking havoc in my life.

"Not yet, Alice." I answered softly and kissed her chastely. Alice sighed irritated and fished a dress out of her closet. She slipped it up her body and turned her back to me. I pulled up the zipper and the fabric hugged tightly to her waist and was rather short. There was only one word for her - sexy.

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So this chapter was a little more innocent, but I can't promise you the next will be. To give you a small teaser; Jasper will lose some of her iron resolve. I hope you will stick with my story and I will see you next Friday.

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