Hi! I'll bet you were expecting "Ten." More on that at the bottom. This outtake is from Chapter 10 of TGAG. It's their first time at sixteen, requested by QueenZogg. This one's for you, hon.
Thanks to Iris for cleaning this up and to M, Nic, and BellaFlan for pre-reading. Any mistakes left are mine.
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. The rest of this is mine.
December 31st, 1991…
Said, woman, take it slow
And it'll work itself out fine
All we need is just a little patience
Said, sugar, make it slow
And we'll come together fine
All we need is just a little patience
(Patience- Guns N' Roses)
~o~
"Why are you being such a dick?" Emmett asks, turning the table we're carrying onto its side so we can get it up the stairs. It's iron, glass, and heavy as fuck. Emmett knows if it gets broken, Aunt Carol will have his ass.
He also knows why I'm pissed. "Because I should be in my bed with Bella right now."
"You've made it this long. A few more hours won't hurt you."
"Are you going to continue to fuck with me about this after tonight?" He instigates most of the teasing I get from Alec and Felix about waiting.
"I just don't get it, dude. You could've been tapping that shit all along."
"See, Emmett, that's your problem. It's not about tapping."
"No, that's your problem."
Emmett is better than me in Spanish, but love is like a foreign language to him. He doesn't get it. So, I've stopped trying to explain it to him.
We hook up the sound system, and I head down to the basement to stake my claim on a controller now. Alec and Jane show up early with a fat, sticky joint. We burn it out back before the crowd shows up.
We desert Emmett for the game room. The noise upstairs gets louder as the hour passes. There are a lot of upperclassmen here, wandering into the room to check things out. They're people I know of but don't really know.
Ben's girlfriend asks where she can find a smoke. I offer her a Camel, but she shakes her head. "Not what I had in mind."
"No clue." I shrug.
She probably smells it on me, but I don't really give a fuck. Jane and Alec were nice enough to share. I'm not going to dick them over and sic a cheerleader on them.
"It's cool," she says. "I think I will take that Camel." She holds her hand out, and I give her one. "Thanks…" She's blocking the television, and Alec is kicking my ass. I don't have time for introductions.
"You're welcome." I lean far to my left to look around her and continue the game. It's rude, but so is planting yourself between a guy and his video game.
Alec wins two rounds, and I hand him round three when Bella walks in. She's better than any video game.
She tries to talk me into leaving as soon as she's in my arms. I want to, and she knows it from my reaction to her hug. Her tits are soft, and she smells so good. Jerking off twice today obviously didn't do much good. I'll be lucky if this night doesn't end in total embarrassment.
"Can we go out front and wait for Carmen and Leah?" she asks. "They're bringing me a quarter. If we smoke early, we'll be clear headed later."
Later.
Jesus. This is really going to happen.
It's hard to think about anything else for the rest of the night. We mingle and bullshit with our friends until Emmett recruits her to do his dirty work. I try to pay attention to Sam, but it's hard with Bella across the table, fondling weed, licking papers, and sipping two-dollar wine.
I'm tempted to throw her over my shoulder and carry her up to the guest room. She has no idea how fucking sexy she can be. It doesn't hurt that her tits look fantastic in the black sweater she's wearing. And after a few warm up hits outside, she lets me shotgun her and put my hands all over them.
In this crowded garage, she lets me touch her. She's with me, and she's okay with everyone here knowing it. I kiss her until we're both so worked up that people start to notice. And fuck with us.
I still feel like a "guest" with Leah and Carmen. Alice is nice and pretty straightforward, but these two are mysteries. Carmen is friendly, but she can be a real bitch. I know that much from Emmett. Leah… I have no clue with her. Sometimes she acts like I'm cool, and then the next time I see her, she ignores me completely. Jasper says it has nothing to do with me. She treats him the same way.
I agree to get rid of Sam for Leah, mostly because it means she and Carmen can leave. When they leave, we can leave. Emmett hunts me down and keeps shoving Schnapps in my face. There's no way in hell I'm touching any alcohol tonight. Getting pulled over or arrested would throw a definite wrench in the plan.
Bella is gone for a while, and when she comes back, something is different. She's tense… nervous. I can imagine the conversation she had with them. She's been taking some teasing over this, too.
The small talk gets old quick, and Bella leans against me, lifting her chin to look at me. "It is after eleven…"
Time to go.
I make our excuses with Emmett and verify that someone is going to be here to babysit him for the rest of the night, and then we cut out quickly while we still can. I don't want anything to get in the way of tonight. We've been waiting forever.
Bella's grip on my hand gets tighter as we say goodnight to friends and get closer to the end of the driveway. By the time we get to her truck, she's shaking.
"Hey." I reach for her hand and squeeze. "No weirdness, remember?" She nods, gives me a quick kiss, and starts the truck.
The drive to my house is probably the longest five minutes of my life to date. Now I know how those guys in the Olympics feel when they come around that last corner on the track and finally see the fucking finish line.
She rolls her eyes and smiles a little when I grab her bag to take it in for her. I've thought about this for a long time. Since before I even met her. Now that I've seen her naked and touched her, it's all I think about. I've jerked off more in the last three months than I ever did when I didn't have a girlfriend.
I've thought about kissing our way into the house and into my room… being impatient and her on top with my back on the kitchen floor… candles and petals and sweet.
Reality is awkward. It's nervous silence and a trembling, pale girlfriend. Those other things don't seem all that important anymore.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"I'll uh…" She cringes. "I'll have a Coke."
My mouth is a desert, too, between the weed and the nerves. She's standing at the bottom of the stairs, staring at them but obviously lost in her head. It's been a while for her, and she's told me it only happened a few times before Jake broke up with her. That fucker really did a number on her self-esteem.
"Bella." I reach for her hand to try to make her smile again. "If you've changed your mind, if you're not ready… we can wait. It doesn't have to be tonight." It doesn't. I hug her and brush my lips over her cheek. "As long as you let me hold you all night and wake up with you tomorrow, I'll be happy."
I don't want this at all if she's not ready. The whole point of it is to hopefully make her feel good. That part isn't working out, and we haven't even gotten started.
She moves first, leading me up the stairs with my hand still at her waist.
Whatever that was downstairs is wiped away when she opens the gift that I forgot to hide before I left today. It makes her happy, so I'll have to figure out something else for Valentine's Day.
She watches me load the tape deck and turn on the stereo. "No CDs?" she asks.
"No, not tonight. I made a tape." And please, God, don't let Emmett ever find out.
He's already convinced I'm a total pussy.
I don't give a shit, though. The coolest girl in the world is letting me hold her and dance to Led Zeppelin. She hugs me closer when the next song begins with a count and then a whistle. It takes a real pimp to put Zep and Guns N' Roses back-to-back on a mixed tape and make it work. When Temple of the Dog starts, she's ready to at least undress me.
Thankfully, she lets me take her clothes off, too. It's a white, frilly set this time. Of course it is. Nothing gets under my skin like the contrast between her dark hair and the white underwear she loves to torture me with.
She holds as still as possible, blushing but letting me look. Really look.
And she's so fucking pretty, it hurts to close my eyes and stop looking at her long enough to kiss her. Taking her bra off and pulling her mostly naked body against me unleashes the horny 16-year-old kid I've been trying to keep at bay all night.
I lift her up onto the bed and go straight for the underwear. It's only thing left between me and that sweet pussy. "You first." Seeing her stretched out completely naked in my bed has me ready to jizz in pants. I'm not kidding myself that this is going to last or be earth-shattering for her. I'm going to get her off with my hand first, so this doesn't end up being a total waste for her.
There's no time limit tonight. No parents to bang on my door. No fucking Emmett to interrupt.
This is the first real chance I've had to spend time properly worshipping Bella's tits with my mouth. I touch them as much as possible, whenever possible, but loving her nipples this way is making me thankful I've still got boxers on to catch the sticky pre-show.
She says "fuck" right before everything warms and she comes hard on my hand, saying my name when she does.
Oh, thank God.
Finally.
I get rid of the boxers and manage to get the condom on without having a panic attack.
She's nervous, too, trembling when I kiss her and move between her legs. Her tits pressed against my chest are the best thing I've ever felt. Until she moves her hand between us to guide me inside.
Fuuuuck.
Not yet… not yet…
I forget all about the urge to nut when Bella tenses beneath me and draws in a breath. It might actually be the fucking death of me, but I'd rather stop than hurt her. She smiles up at me and pulls me down for a kiss. Her legs relax, and she moves her hips, coaxing… showing me that she's fine and she wants this.
I can't decide what I want more, to kiss her or to watch her. So I do both and tell her how much I love her. How much I'll always love her.
Her nails dig into my back, and it's so good… I concentrate on the guitar riffs in "Wish You Were Here" … remind myself that this song was released the day before Bella was born... try to remember which song is after this one… anything to get my mind off of coming.
"Your turn," she whispers, hitching her leg over my waist and taking me deeper.
"Fuck."
I give in, letting instinct take over. She's moving with me, though, so I know she's okay. Little moans start to escape her lips, and her nails have moved to my shoulders.
At this point, I couldn't outthink this orgasm if I tried. She's all I see. Everything I feel.
And fuck if coming inside her isn't the best fucking feeling ever. Then I'm a sweating, panting idiot for a couple of minutes. It takes that long for my brain to start working again.
Bella is still there, wrapped around me in every sense of the word. Mine. I kiss her neck, her cheek, and save her lips for last. "I love you," I tell her. I'm not going to ask if she's okay. She's smiling and happy, running her fingers through my hair and looking at me like I'm the best thing since Hostess Cupcakes.
She leans in to kiss her favorite spot on my jaw. "I love you, too. Always."
~o~
A/N- The futuretake is coming. I promise. For sentimental, silly reasons, I want to mark this story as complete on Friday December 13th, 2013, so that's when "Ten" will post. Some of you figured out why when I mentioned that on Twitter and FB. You make me smile. There won't be any more outtakes or futuretakes after that. But I do have one more little surprise between now and then. One more outtake. I'll post it Tuesday or Wednesday.
If you're waiting for Chapter 5 of Rest My Soul, it's coming, too. I was feeling a little blocked, but wrapping up B Sides did the trick. It's talking to me again. Sorry for the delay.
Thanks for reading! See you soon.
MSC
xoxo