The characters in this story are from my favorite books, the Twilight Series, by the talented Stephenie Myers, and her copy write of the characters is implied.

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Chapter 16: Pleasing Jacob

I fell asleep and I dreamed of Jacob the entire time. I kept remember his proposal. I remember the feeling of his arousal as he pressed against me. I remembered how good it had felt when he fondled and sucked on my breasts. Just the thoughts of those moments had me totally aroused and aching for him to be lying beside me.

The deeper into my dreams I sank, the further my physical relationship went with him. Instead of him pulling back to protect my virtue at Billy's this afternoon, in my dream, I unfastened the button on his jeans, and then pulled off his pants and pulled him on top of me, and then rubbed my hands up and down his long shaft.

Then, even though I was sleeping, I felt panic wash over me as I realized that I really wasn't that sure what we were supposed to do from there. I was so panicked, that it woke me up, and I felt tears start streaming down my cheeks. I tried to control myself, and to counsel myself, I mean I am practically a doctor, I know the textbook definition of what we were supposed to do. Plus, I had seen some rated R movies, so I had some idea of what we were supposed to do, but after all, I am chronologically 8, even though physically I am more like 19 or 20, but Jacob is 25. I was pretty sure that he was not a virgin. After all he is gorgeous. I am sure that girls were throwing themselves at him in High School. I wanted to make sure that he never made love to me and wished it had been different or like one of his past conquests. I needed to educate myself in the ways of love so that Jacob would never regret imprinting on me. I needed to learn ways to pleasure Jacob.

I launched a plan as I lay wide awake in the bed feeling anxious and inadequate. I decided that I would need to find some reading material, to give me some suggestions, so that I could keep Jacob satisfied. I couldn't order it over the internet, because if my parents opened the package, I would be dead. I decided that I would ask Jacob to take me to the Barnes and Noble in Port Angeles tonight, and then find some books to help me prepare to keep Jacob happy.

I shut the alarm clock off at 6am, even though I didn't need to be up until 6:45, because I was restless. I took a long warm shower, which helped me to relax, and then I wrapped a towel around me and headed back toward Aunt Alice's room to get dressed. I decided that I wanted to dress in layers, so that I would look like a normal student during school, and like a sex kitten for after school when Jacob drove me to Port Angeles. I placed a red lace bra and panty set that Aunt Alice had bought for me a while ago. Next I put on black stockings with a short black stretch cotton skirt. I went into Aunt Alice's closet and I borrowed a black cami, and a white cotton button down shirt, which was so tight I could barely button it. I topped the shirts off with a green V-neck sweater, which was very loose. I look very studious on the outside, but I felt like quite the vamp underneath.

I made my way downstairs, but no one was up yet. I decided to give Dad a break and to cook breakfast for Jake and me. I made us waffles, and before the first batch was ready to be taken out of the waffle iron, Jacob was in the kitchen, wrapping his arms around me, and kissing my cheek.

"Good Morning my love," Jacob whispered in my ear, and gently kissed my cheek.

"Good Morning Jake," I said as I began to take the first batch of waffles from the iron. I ladled the next batch into the iron, and turned to pull him to my chest and kiss him. The kiss started slow, but built, I licked his lips, and as he opened his mouth, I nibbled on his bottom lip. I hear him moan.

"Nessie, I love kissing you, I love everything about you," he moaned into my ear.

I heard a loud deep throat clearing behind me from the doorway. "Good Morning you two," Dad said.

"Good Morning, Dad," I replied, "I could sleep so I started breakfast to help you out.'

"Thank you sweetheart," he replied.

"Jake and I are going to go to Port Angeles after school today. I want to go to the bookstore. We'll be back before curfew," I said. Jake looked confused for a second, but then nodded in agreement.

I quickly packed up my school things. Begrudgingly, I had to take my engagement ring off, my Mom, Dad, and Jake all agreed that it may raise suspicions for a freshman to have on an engagement ring. When I began to protest, my Mom came up with a compromise. She found a long gold necklace in her jewelry box, which I hung the ring from, and then tucked underneath my shirt. This way, even if I couldn't show it off to everyone, I would always have it close to my heart.

Jake and I headed out to the garage hand in hand to the garage to get into the jeep, but in front of the garage doors were two cars, which I did not recognize from the past. I hadn't realized, but Mom and Dad were now standing behind us and in unison they yelled "Surprise."

"What," Jacob asked.

"Well," Mom replied, "We had decided that both of you would need cars here in Forks. I am not sure if that 1985 Volkswagen of yours Jake will even start anymore, so Edward and I picked out cars for the both of you."

"You bought me a car," Jacob choked in obvious astonishment.

"We bought each of you cars," Dad said. "We tried to have your individual tastes reflected in them. Jacob, the 1970 Mustang is yours Nessie is the Ferrari Grand Tourismo. Jake, even though yours is a 'used car,' it has been fully restored, and Rosalie is going to help you tweak the engine when she gets back tomorrow to make it go even faster, as long as we had you stop taking Emmett's jeep out. You know how she is about the wet dog smell."

Jacob stammered and said, "I can't accept this from you guys. This is too much."

"You are a Cullen now," Dad said, "Bella had to get used to gifts, and well you are going to have to too."

Jacob's car was a classic. It was fire engine red with black stripes running down the sides, and a spoiler on the back. It was hot, and it was definitely a man's man type of car. My Ferrari was a beauty also. I was jet black with tan interior. It had sleek lines and it was a convertible.

"Thank you Mom, Dad," I said, as I ran back and hugged them both simultaneously. Jake came up from behind and shook Dad's hand, then kissed Mom's forehead.

"So Jake, which one do we take to school today," I asked.

"I guess we could take both, if you want," he replied.

I rolled my eyes and said, "I am not spending one extra second away from you then I have to. We'll take yours today, and mine tomorrow, deal."

He nodded and replied, "Deal."

Jacob held the passenger side door open for me and I quickly got in. He was almost instantly seated in the driver's side next to me. He reached over and pulled my face to his and kissed me. Then with a devilish grin in his eye he said, "Let's see what this baby can do," as he peeled out of the drive way.

We arrived at the Quileute School in 10 minutes, which was incredible, because it should have taken 30 minutes doing the speed limit. It was obvious that Jacob liked his new gift. He pulled into the same spot we had yesterday on the farthest end of the parking lot and kissed me passionately. "I'll see you later. I've got to touch base with Sam before I start patrol."

"Goodbye, I love you," I said, as I gave him one more gentle kiss on his lips, and headed out the door, and into the school.

The school day passed rather quickly again. Jason was nice, but I didn't really have that much in common with him except we both had secrets that we couldn't share with just anyone. Kristen and I were really hitting it off though. We talked the whole way through lunch. It was nice to have another imprint, of age, who I could talk to about all the new feelings I had begun to experience with Jacob over the past 6 days.

"It was so weird," I said to Kristen, "One day Jacob was my best friend, or over protective big brother, then the next day, I wanted to marry him and run away and have sex."

Kristen replied, "I think that is kind of the norm when a wolf imprints on you at an early age. Look at Claire and Quil, there is nothing sexual between them at this point, but in about 7 years, she will probably go through the same exact feelings that you have now."

"It wasn't that way for you," I asked.

"No, but I was 17, and Seth was 22 when we met. We couldn't do anything about it at that time because I was underage, but we had an instant sexual attraction. I knew the moment I saw him that I wanted to be with him forever," Kristen said. She then added, "Most of the Quileute legends tend to be written by the wolves, but I think that imprinting is a mutual experience. For me it was at least. I knew immediately that Seth and I belonged together.

"I think your right," I responded, "I think that some part of me always knew that Jacob and I would always be together. Actually I am sure your right, because I know that all I want is Jake."

We talked about how it is to be an imprint until the bell rang. The rest of the day passed in a flash and I sprinted for Jake, who was again standing, leaning against the back of his car as I left school. It took all my self control not to throw my arms around him and tackle him onto the trunk, but I behaved, and just gave him a passionate hug.

"Ready to head to Port Angeles," I asked.

"Sure, sure," Jake replied, "Only you could make me feel excited about going shopping."

"At least it's not for clothes," I replied, "I am waiting for my Aunt Alice to come back before we make over your wardrobe."

"I would try to argue with you about your plans for my wardrobe, but we both know I will give in, so I will suck it up and be a man about it,"

"You are so cute when you are nervous," I said, and then added, "but really tonight, I just want to go to Barnes and Noble. Maybe we can get a bite to eat, but I promise not to drag you through the mall, ok."

"Let's go then."

We rode in comfortable silence most of the way to Port Angeles, which only took about 30 minutes, instead of the hour it was supposed to. Jacob wrapped his right arm around my shoulder, and I held his knee, and began stroking it, like I had yesterday on the way home. This time he didn't protest. Instead, he just groaned and said, "Nessie, Oh God, you have no idea how good that feels." He asked me to stop a few minutes before we pulled into the parking lot so that he would be able to walk around the store. I did reluctantly.

Jacob grabbed my hand, and started to browse with me through the store. My plan wasn't going to work very well if he knew what type of book I wanted to buy while I was here.

"Jake, I don't want to bore you, so if you want to go look at the car magazines while I am looking around, you can," I said.

"I am never bored whenever I am with you Nessie," he replied, and then kissed the back of my right hand which was still intertwined with his.

My thoughts began to race. Oh, I thought to myself that was so sweet. I love him so much. Maybe I should just tell him. Maybe he would be flattered to know that it was important to me that I will be good at satisfying him.

"Well Jake, I actually came here to get a book to help me be better for you," I said.

Jacob shook his head and looked confused, "You are perfect for me, what could possibly be in some stupid book that could improve someone who is already perfect,"

"Well Jake, the thing is that you are older than me, at least chronologically, even though we both stopped aging, but really you are 25. I am sure that you have had experiences with other girls that I have never had, and I just thought if I could find a book to catch up, I could maybe overcome my knowledge deficit in this area," I said reluctantly, looking down at my shoes.

Jacob laughed out loud hard. People in the store began to turn and look at him, and Jake actually had to hold on to a bookcase to prevent falling over laughing. The longer he laughed, the angrier I got.

"Jacob, I don't see what's funny. I was just doing this to try to please you. I want to be perfect for you, and since you have had…"

Jacob grabbed my face, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard, and whispered still gasping for breath in my ear, "What makes you think I have anymore experience in that area than you do?"

"Well," I said hesitantly, "you are so damn hot, and I am sure that girls must have been throwing themselves at you in High School, so I am sure that something must have happened with you sometime."

"Do not assume Nessie. When you do, you make an ass out of u and me," he chuckled.

"Let's go somewhere quiet in here and talk in private," OK, he added, and dragged me toward the Physics section of the store, which was deserted.

Jacob wrapped his hands around my face again, cradling my cheeks, while at the same time making sure that I maintained eye contact. "I have never had sex with anyone Nessie. I never even really had a girlfriend. I had it bad for a girl who was in love with someone else. She had feelings for me, but her feelings for the other guy were stronger. We kissed a total of three times. That is the extent of my sexual history prior to you. You have boldly gone where no girl has gone before," he said with a smirk.

I smiled. He always knew how to make me laugh, even when I was hysterical or fuming. Jacob kissed me softly on my mouth; tears were streaming down my cheeks.

"And, I have to admit," Jacob added, "That being rejected by that girl turned out to be the best thing that ever happened in my life, because her relationship with that other guy brought you to me."

I stood there shocked for a second and then yelled, "Yuck, Jacob, you kissed my mother." Several people looked around the racks after I yelled out that comment. Jacob pulled me further back into a corner of the store.

"It was years ago," he said urgently, "And neither of us feels that way about each other anymore. I think that what attracted me to your mother was that half of you which is her. I never had close to the connection with your Mom that I had with you."

"I need to talk about something else right now Jacob," I hissed, "I need to get that image out of my head."

"Well, maybe your idea about getting a book isn't a bad idea. I'll help you pick one or two out," he said smirking.

"We don't have to if you don't want to," I said in a huff, still trying to wrestle with the image of Jake kissing my Mom.

"Maybe it's a good idea, since we are both amateurs. Let's go see what the store has to offer," he replied.

Unlike the section of physics, the section on sex in the bookstore was quite crowded, but no one made eye contact in the aisle, except Jacob and me, and only with each other. Jacob was getting a rise out of my blushing when he would pull books off the shelves with very explicit covers, so the shopping for the book took much longer than planned. After going through the section three or four times, we picked out three books. The first, "The Art of Sensual Massage was for prior to the wedding, and the second two, "The Joy of Sex," and "The Karma Sutra" for the honeymoon and beyond.

We quickly paid and made our way out of the store. We decided to grab something to eat, but it was starting to get late, so we just picked up some McDonald's through the drive through and headed home.

About 10 minutes outside of town, Jacob suddenly pulled off the side of the road, almost making me dump my Big Mac across my lap. He looked deeply into my eyes, with obvious desire burning in his eyes. Luckily I swallowed, before he kissed me forcefully, his tongue probing my mouth. His arms ran up and down my spine, across my lower back, and then he playfully pinched the top of my ass. Breathlessly he said, "It turns me on so much that you wanted to make yourself a better lover for me, even though the entire situation is ridiculous because you are the perfect lover, mate, wife, and everything to me." He kissed me tenderly one more time, and then went back to driving home.