Disclaimer: S. Myer owns all, but what I wouldn't give for a Jasper of my very own-sigh.

A/N- This chapter is what earns this baby that M rating. Also, still in backstory, and a warning for J/B people, there are physical happenings between Jasper/Alice ahead. Bear with me (and Jasper) as it is important for him to experience these things…you'll see why. That being said, this is most definitely a Jasper/Bella story.

More explanation in an A/N at end of the chapter

My world is a brighter place because of C Me Smile- thank you, for everything-you truly are my muse, full of inspiration, laughter and Jasper love.

To my other inspiration-you know who you are, thank you for the support; it means the world to me.

To those that have read, and especially those that have left reviews or favorited, thank you sfm. Seriously, I never expected this. Undying gratitude to each and every one of you.

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Feels Like the First Time

Location-Forks, Wa (Bliss)

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"But now that I have found you

Together, we'll make history" - Foreigner

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Spring arrived, bringing with it even more rain, if that was possible. We referred to it as the "spring of employment", as Edward, Bella and I all got part-time jobs to begin saving for college, which was only a year away. Bella's salesgirl position at Newton's was a concern for Edward and me, we both had always questioned Mike's intentions with Bella. But Bella seemed to enjoy it, working a few hours after school and Saturday mornings. Stocking the shelves, helping customers, and offering advice to those seeking it about the latest and greatest in camping equipment were all part of her daily duties. My dad took advantage of her employee discount on more than one occasion, purchasing new tents and sleeping bags for all of us.

Edward put his intelligence to use and began tutoring students, teaching them the finer points of calculus and biology. The school's music teacher also sweet-talked Edward into giving piano lessons three afternoons a week. I hated that our jobs meant we saw a bit less of each other, our priorities changing as the seasons shifted and our last year of high school sat close on the horizon.

With a little over a month before the Prom, Alice's had begun planning the details, dragging Bella shopping at least half a dozen times in search for the perfect dresses for them both.

As if there was a dress created that would not look beautiful on either one of them.

It was a rare partly sunny day when I walked into Daddy's Music Store about fifteen minutes before the start of my shift. I greeted the manager and walked into the back room to punch in. Both Edward and I considered ourselves lucky to have landed jobs in areas we loved - he with his piano and me with my guitar.

I had begun taking guitar lessons about six months before moving to Forks. Petey and I had the typical dream of starting our own garage rock band, even though neither of us had a garage. He hadn't stuck with the drums for very long, but the guitar became my best friend, balancing out my emotions when they went awry. I could easily sit for hours on the floor by my bed, guitar on my lap, fingers strumming miscellaneous cords as I chicken-scratched overused lyrics onto paper. The more fucked up my life, the more I played, and the better I got.

I never started a rock band, but once I moved to Forks, I would occasionally play with Edward, his soulful notes mixed with the twang of my guitar to make some of the most fucked-up music you ever heard. Bella was the only one allowed to witness our jam sessions, often sitting on the bench next to Edward, swaying with the notes he played masterfully. We would just mess around with different bars and cords, with the occasional tossing in of a cover to a Police song.

It was love of music that actually prompted me to be the first of the three of us to actually seek employment. Saving for college only partially fueled my reason for wanting cash.

I got lucky when I walked in off the street and into the store to apply for a job, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, my hood pulled up to ward off winter sleet. The owner, Garret, was in, standing behind a waist-high black counter. He asked me a few basic questions; and then tossed me a Gibson Les Paul, hooked me up and threw out a few random requests. I was much more comfortable with my acoustic, but was able to mangle my way through the twenty-minute mini-audition enough to be hired for fifteen hours a week.

We shook hands, agreeing I would start the following Monday. That was three months ago.

"Jasper," the store manager called from out front. "You got a phone call."

I jogged out to the counter, my powers of prediction coming true when I heard Alice's sweet voice on the phone.

"Hey, what's up?" I held the phone to my shoulder while shuffling through some invoices, straightening up the mess from the day's shipments.

"Jasper, sweetie, you're not going to believe how lucky we just got," she paused for dramatic effect…or for my reply. She couldn't resist continuing before I could even ask. "Edward is going out to dinner and then to symphony performance with my parents tonight," another pause… then a squeal.

"We have the house to ourselves!"

She didn't even need to call me. Her voice was so loud from her excitement she could have stood on her porch, said it out loud, and I would have heard her.

No phone required.

I stopped shuffling the papers as what she was saying dawned on me.

We would be alone for several hours.

Completely alone.

"Jasper, did you hear me? We are going to be alone tonight? What time will you be over?"

I hesitated too long.

"Jasper?"

"Ah, I get off at six, so I will be there a little past then," I recovered, sighing, my heart suddenly heavy and thick in my chest.

A giggle. "Okay, see you then."

"Bye, Al-"

"Jasper?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you," she slipped out quickly before hanging up.

She had been telling me she loved me for the past month and I had yet to say it back. I knew I cared for Alice.

A lot.

A fucking lot, actually.

But having never been in love, I wasn't sure if what I felt was love; or something else entirely. I enjoyed her affection, her company, her attention and I fucking craved her body every minute of the day.

Was that love or something else entirely?

What was stopping me from saying it?

Was it that I didn't think I loved her or that I thought I loved another?

Was unrequited love for another stopping me?

Was it unrequited? ... Of course it was.

Alice loved me and she deserved to hear it in return.

Since the incident right before Christmas, our physical activities had progressed even more. I was now able to enjoy, on a rather regular basis, the freedom of fondling those perky breasts while sliding my fingers into her warmth, pinching and tapping until her body tensed with pleasure and she called out my name. Her look of bliss afterwards was a stamp of approval for me, the "I got my woman off" stamp.

I licked that sucker and wore it with pride.

As free as I was with Alice, she was the same with me, not shy about holding my dick in her small hand, pumping short strokes up and down until my orgasm coated her hand and my stomach. Recently, we had both discovered that our mouths could do wonders in intensifying our pleasure. Every time she slipped me into her mouth, sucking and licking, it got better and better. I returned the favor, spreading her pale thighs, inhaling her scent before burying my tongue into the hottest flesh, her taste coating me, my hands on her hips to hold her to me as I continued to flick the tip of my tongue over her clit while my fingers delved deep into her, tapping that magical spot that would make her whimper and writhe before me.

It was rather cliché, but we had been thinking about having sex on the night of my Junior Prom. While Alice was making arrangements to assure we were dressed in the most up-to-date fashions, I was making arrangements to get laid.

I liked my assignment more.

I would often find myself blushing when I was with Edward and my mind would flash to Alice, naked and spread under me. His eyes would squint at me, and I would look away quickly, embarrassed to be caught thinking about his sister in such a deviant way.

Sometimes, I swear he could read my mind.

More than once, we had had a close call - Alice and I laying practically naked in her bed, my cock filling her hand, while my fingers filled her - when Edward would bang on her door, calling us to dinner or announcing it was time to leave. I had been cock-blocked more than once by his incredibly annoying sense of timing, my balls remaining a lovely shade of blue until I could get home and follow the Doc's advice. I wondered what the Doc would think about me rubbing one out to the image of his daughter on her knees before me, her luscious mouth wrapped around my engorged cock as she licked and sucked me hard.

I attempted to keep myself busy, and my mind off Alice's body, for the rest of shift at the store, helping the few customers we had, restocking some supplies and cleaning up before closing at six.

I locked up, wearing my leather jacket and carrying my helmet under my arm and made my way to my motorcycle. The bike wasn't much, and it was a bit old, but it was my pride and joy, bought and paid for with my own money. I had begged my parents to sign the permission form, allowing me take lessons and get my motorcycle license at seventeen. I had proven my responsibility to them, and they finally agreed. Weather permitting, I was on my bike, and if not, I was usually with Edward in his Volvo.

Bella had saved up enough money to purchase the last truck still running from the sixties, but her pride in her barely-running truck rivaled that of my bike.

I straddled the seat, tossing my head back to put my helmet on, before starting the bike and heading to Alice's.

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We had barely spoken since she had answered the door in nothing but a silk robe, grabbing my hand and silently guiding me upstairs to her room. The room was dimly lit by a few candles on her dresser. A sheer white material was draped over her four-poster bed, hanging down on all sides, providing a romantic canopy.

Leave it to Alice to have decorated her room for losing her virginity. Hell, she had probably spent hours choosing the playlist quietly humming on her stereo.

She was nothing if not thorough.

As I stood by her bed, she undressed me slowly. Undoing the buttons on my shirt one at a time, she paused to place a moist kiss on my chest with each newly-exposed area while my hands lightly twisted in her hair. Her lips traveled back up my chest, stopping to tease a nipple taut before continuing to devour my lips in a deep erotic kiss.

I wrapped my arms around her, my hands sliding over the slippery material of her robe. I could barely hear my zipper being lowered or feel my jeans being tugged over my hips as my tongue explored, entertained, and melted with hers. Ecstasy clouded my brain when delicate hands danced under the waistband of my boxers, groping the firm muscles of my ass before moving to tease my erection. I vaguely recall her thumb swirling around the head, spreading the pearl-like fluid around, lubricating me under her firm grasp while her other hand tugged my sac. I pulled back from the kiss, my body on sensory overload, gasping for air. Rolling my hips into her touch, I let my head lull back as she continued to grip, tease and pull.

"Does that feel good, Jasper?" her whisper washed over me, my mind barely able to recognize the question, failing in the search for an appropriate answer.

"Fuck, yeah…" I could only moan and nod my head as my teeth clamped down on my bottom lip. Unable to stand the taunting anymore, I reached down and gently pulled her hands from me, holding her gaze the entire time.

"Now, it's my turn," I insisted as I untied her robe, exposing her pale unblemished skin when the robe glided off her body, pooling in a pile of blue silk on the floor at her feet. I drank her in, my eyes roaming up and down her body with a predator's hunger…and I was fucking starving.

Dropping to my knees, my lips kissed from her small protruding bones to her short black curls while my hands held her ass firmly, supporting her as she unconsciously rocked her hips forward to my lips. I buried my nose in the soft patch of hair, deeply inhaling her scent, her aroma. My cock twitched with anticipation, fluid already dripping from me, running down the veins that pulsed under the skin.

I turned her, guiding her backwards to the edge of the bed while I followed on my knees before her, my jeans still gathered around my thighs. She lay back, her firm body relaxing against the mattress as I pushed her knees apart and settled myself between them, my fingers spreading her wide for me. Her body trembled as the cool air wafted over her hot flesh, and I licked my lips, eager to taste.

I was the hunter and she was my prey.

The first time I had gone down on Alice was awkward at best. Unsure of myself, my fingers fumbled within her, searching for that sweet spot of ecstasy I had read so much about in those magazines while my tongue did tentative circles around her clit.

I had improved since then.

The first lick was always the best, reacquainting myself with her, the tangy flavor bathing over the flat of my tongue as I savored and relished each and every drop her arousal created. Sliding my hands under her ass, I pulled her forward, snug to my face, as I continued to thrive on her while her upper body thrashed before me, one hand clutching my hair while the other fisted the comforter beneath her. Alice's lush flesh covered my nose and lips and I continued to tease, bringing my hand around to insert two fingers, quickly pumping them in and out of her in time with my flicking and lavishing tongue.

"Ughh…" she mumbled and I felt the muscles in her thighs tighten around me and I knew it wouldn't be much longer before her orgasm flooded her. I pumped my fingers quickly and took her clit between my lips, pinching it tightly, holding it there while dragging my tongue back and forth. Arching off the bed, her fingers yanked my hair in the most beautiful pleasurable pain as she came hard, her fluids flooding my mouth with salty essence. I continued to hold her to me while her orgasm caused the muscles beneath her sweat-slicked skin to contract and expand with each new wave of pleasure.

I pulled back, her body completely sated, chest heaving with each panted breath, arms spread wide with fingers seeking something to grasp, her skin flushed with satisfaction, her thighs coated with juice.

It was the most erotic thing I had ever seen.

I stood up, hooking my fingers into my boxers and sliding them down my legs, stepping out of them. The weight of her heavy gaze bore down on me; her eyes following the lines of my muscles down to the blond hair surrounding my cock now thick and glistening with pre-cum. As I watched her lick her lips through half-lidded eyes, my hand stroked myself slowly base to tip. The corners of her lips turned up as she moved over on the bed, patting it for me to lay down with her. I accepted the invitation and crawled on the bed, laying flat on my back before reaching out to her, pulling her toward me, dragging her sweaty naked body up my own.

She was on top of me, completely naked and flush against my body. Usually, we had to make do with pushed-up shirts and pants around our hips, afraid of the vulnerability being naked left us. I had never felt anything so soft and warm and willing as her nude form on me.

As we kissed, our hands roamed freely, exploring every inch of skin at a languid pace. I think we both realized the actual act would be over in minutes, my stamina would be nothing once I was settled inside her wet warmth, so we took our time beforehand; fingers grasping strands of hair, lips grazing nipples, tongues lavishing each other in desire and need.

I ran my nose along the column of her neck as she stretched above me, nipping her tender skin lovingly, making sure to leave at least one mark behind for her to remember this night. She moaned as I took her between my teeth, sucking hard before releasing, immediately proud of the small red mark already appearing.

"Mmmmm…what are you doing?" she asked, her voice thick with the lust I felt dripping from between her legs onto my cock.

"Marking you as mine." My answer was simple. Honest. She was mine.

Her damp curls tangled with mine as she ground her pelvis into me. I gasped, my hands going quickly to her hips, stilling them.

"Baby, if you want this to last more than thirty seconds, I wouldn't do that, if I were you."

My hands slid around to the globes of her ass, cupping, squeezing the plump flesh. Reflexively, she bucked into me, pressing my throbbing erection between us. I continued to explore her collarbone and earlobes before settling back at her mouth, my tongue diving deep, twisting around hers. Not only were my hands not stilling her anymore, they were encouraging her little thrusts, forcing her to grind me in a circular motion a few times before I pulled back from the kiss, pressing my head into the pillow. She smiled at me, fucking grinned was more like it, and that did me in. In more swiftness than I realized I had, I flipped us over, settling between her spread legs.

I leaned over her to the nightstand, grabbing the condom I had laid there earlier. I sat back on my heels, ripping the package open and stroked myself with one hand before I slipped the condom on. I moved back over her, my weight on my elbows, my cock resting against her entrance; knowing that with one small twitch I would be inside heaven.

I stopped all movements, staring into her honest green eyes. Her tiny body stilled under me, her hands gently playing with my hair, fingering the golden waves. She held her bottom lip between her teeth as she returned my stare.

"This is it, Alice. No going back. You sure?" I could stop. I didn't want to, but I could. At this moment, nothing else mattered to me but her.

Us.

She nodded, her eyes watering a bit before whispering, "Be with me, Jasper." And with that, my hips pressed forward, cradled between her creamy thighs. My tip seeking…

Warmth.

Tightness.

Fucking heaven.

She gasped, her hands tugging tightly at my hair, her thighs automatically clenched around my hips, pushing against me, stopping my motion. I licked my lips and kissed her, encouraging her.

"Are you okay?" I could barely think straight enough to get the words out, my cock straining to move.

Another nod.

I kissed the salty beads of sweet gathered on her forehead as I pushed forward slowly, meeting resistance.

"I'm sorry, baby," I moaned as I thrust forward through her barrier as gently as possible, before stilling once again. I then kissed away the few tears that traveled down her cheeks, her entire body tense with me sheathed deeply in her.

Another nod.

"God…Alice… so…good…" Groaning at her permission, my hips began to move in earnest, her thighs having released their death grip on me, her pelvis even rising to meet my own, opening herself even more. My cock was slick, sliding in and out of her at a slow rhythmic pace. Never had I felt such intensity of conflicting reactions, the need and desire to delay the inevitable while every muscle in my body screamed, fucking begged, for the release. I bent my head down, my mouth settling on her breast, tugging at her nipple causing her to arch up, offering more of herself to me.

I took it all. I was a greedy bastard.

"Mmmmm….ugh, Jasper..." I smiled against her flesh as her legs relaxed even more, and her hands released my hair, traveling down my back to my ass. Little hands grabbed and pushed me forward as she lifted her hips to meet mine.

It was my undoing.

The hot embrace of her was too much and with one long thrust and a low, groaning grunt, the pressure that had built throughout me released and I spilled deep and forcefully into her. My entire body tensed and relaxed with the pulse of each burst of cum until I was spent and collapsed on top of her.

Laying my head on her shoulder, panting against her neck, I could feel the sweat running down my forehead, my dampened curls plastered to my skin. I was attempting to slow my breaths when I felt her shaking beneath me, immediately, I lifted my head and my hands cupped her face.

"Are you ok? Did I hurt you?" I felt like an inconsiderate fool for not asking her earlier, but in my defense, my mind was in a fucking orgasmic fog thick with satiation and exhaustion.

She wasn't crying. She was fucking giggling.

"Was it that bad?" I began to pull back, embarrassment chasing away that orgasmic fog pretty fucking quickly. Had she expected more? Longer? My endurance when I was in her hand or mouth could compete with the best of them but buried deep in her, I knew I wouldn't last long.

I reached between us, holding the condom tight as I let my flaccid dick slip from her. I went to climb off the bed, suddenly wanting to be anywhere but there. I pulled the condom off and tossed it in the trash by her nightstand. She grabbed my arm, stopping me from leaving the bed completely.

"No, don't go. I wasn't laughing at you, "she paused. "Well, I was, but not at that,"

I still had no fucking idea what she was talking about.

"What then?" I sighed, annoyed. She smiled, tugging me back to her and I obliged. I climbed next to her, facing her, resting on arm over her waist, while I folded the other under my head. Her eyes were brighter and more vibrant than I had ever seen them. Even planning the biggest event or finding a fantastic sale didn't bring that kind of light to her.

But I could.

I let my fingers stroke the dip above her ass, feeling a shiver travel throughout her body.

"Are you cold?" I went to reach for the blanket.

"No. I am very warm actually," she smiled, her fingers ghosting over my cheek and down to trace my lips.

"So, what were you laughing at? It didn't exactly do wonders for my ego, you know."

"I know. I'm sorry. I just…" she hesitated briefly. "I just never expected it to feel so good. I never expected for you to have that kind of reaction. I was…happy. Relieved."

"Relieved? What ...to have it over?" I frowned, my ego suffering another blow.

"God, no. I just didn't know...how good it would be for you," she lowered her eyes, embarrassed, her dark lashes resting against her flushed skin. Her breath warmed my neck as I felt her dainty lips kiss the pulse at my throat

"Alice, you thought it wouldn't be good for me? That I wouldn't enjoy it?" With her nod, I pulled her to me tightly, kissing her shoulder, whispering in her ear. "Darlin', I have never felt anything more amazing than being inside you. You were wonderful. It was…perfect bliss."

"I love you, Jasper," she murmured. I nuzzled her hair, the dark spikes flattened to her head with sweat.

Those words again.

I just made love to Alice.

Fuck, I had lost my virginity to the girl. She had given hers to me. No matter what happened in our lives from here on out, graduation, college, marriage, kids…this moment in time would never change.

It was time to man the fuck up and tell her how I felt.

"I love you too, Alice," I declared as my lips met hers in a kiss of confirmation.

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Thanks for reading~

I know, I know… hard limits, right? Yes, I just violated my own hard limits. First, Jasper made me do it, and his reasons made sense-second, it is way easier to write J/A than read it-go figure. I think it has something to do with the ability to control their actions, reactions and emotions…and of course, their eventual fate *snicker*