A/N: Update already! And again, a MASSIVE chapter, even longer than the last one! Hope you'll like it!
MASSIVE THANKS TO MY BETA's Bewiched and jmj3 - I FREAKIN' LOVE YA, GIRLS!
On other news, I can announce that one of my beta's and I are working on a collab - it's gonna be very different. Funny, dramatic, smutty and untraditional! Pairings? Almost every conceivable one.. LOL.. If you're interested, add me to your authors alerts! Don't think it will be too long before we post something :-D Check out her E/B story too; jmj3 is her name here on FFn.
SM owns - I just make them do smutty things and sing songs...
Chapter 11
I wake up the next morning to the feeling of someone nuzzling my hair and playing lightly with my fingers. It's not an unpleasant feeling at all – on the contrary! As I regain consciousness all my memories from the day before come rushing back; Jasper. Kissing Jasper, making out with Jasper, loving Jasper.
I inhale deeply and find that his wonderful scent surrounds me, enhanced by sleep and bed warmth – delicious! Also, I discover, rather unpleasantly, that his dog-tags are directly under my cheek, leaving an imprint on it. So apparently, I'll walk around with his social security number, blood type, religion and name on my face for the morning. Not that I mind being marked by him, but I would have preferred it to be less conspicuous!
"Good mornin', Darlin'" His voice rumbles through his broad chest, rough with sleep, as soon as he discovers that I'm awake. He kisses my hair sweetly and continues to play with my fingertips; drawing patterns on my palm and weaving his fingers lightly with mine. The arm he has under me moves slightly and I raise my head to set it free and to look at his face.
He's absolutely gorgeous in the faint morning light, his dark blond hair in a tousled halo around his head, his eyes slightly droopy, but still shining with happiness. They crinkle in the corners as his smile broadens, before he dips down to kiss me sweetly on my mouth. I allow it, but refuse to deepen the kiss. "What's wrong," he asks, "why won't you give me a real good morning kiss?"
"Morning breath." I reply with my hand over my mouth. That makes him laugh; "I don't care – mine must be just as bad. Just let me kiss my girl and wish her a proper good mornin'!" He continues to kiss me again, this time gaining access with his insisting tongue. It quickly becomes heated, as our tongues play and massage each other, exploring every tooth and crevice. He lightly takes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs on it, running his tongue over it to soothe the slight sting. His warm hands roam my thighs and cup my ass cheeks, carefully running his fingers under the hem of my sleep shorts.
I can feel his arousal through his thin pajama pants, insistently poking my stomach and I can't help but moan at the sensations he brings out in me. I let my own hands wander on his smooth back and trace the waist band over his ass. Oh, what a tight and delicious ass he has! I let my fingers slip into his boxers to get a decent grip on it. His cheeks are smooth and muscular and I relish in the feeling. He responds by bucking slightly against me, getting me really acquainted with his prominent erection. I can't help but wonder how it would feel in my hands – I gather that I'll have to use both hands to reach around it, it feels that big!
His hands have found their way up under my shorts and he caresses my ass, careful not to touch my pussy directly. I love it, but I want more. I've never been so wanton in my life, and I simply ache to feel his touch. I can feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter and hitch my right leg over his hip, allowing him access to my most intimate place. He is quick on the uptake and immediately lets long fingers find my pussy, gently stroking over my wetness. "Oh, Darlin', you're so wet for me," he moans as soon as he discovers that, "can I touch you? Like, really touch you?"
I nod in response, already panting with desire. As soon as he registers, his fingers find their way in between my folds, gliding through the slickness and expertly finding my nub. He traces light circles around it, never really touching it directly but teasing, playing, coaxing the moans out of me. When he deems me ready, he lets his long middle finger slip into my opening, searching and gentle. Holy shit, it feels good! No showerhead could live up to this – I pant and gasp, completely at his mercy. His finger curls inside me, while his thumb finds my clit, rubbing light and insisting circles on it while he fingerfucks me. He's still kissing me, but I am too caught up with the delightful sensations to properly respond, so he moves to my neck, licking it and sucking on the joint between my neck and shoulder.
I feel my whole nether region tightening, feel the muscles inside me clench around his finger and he feels it too. "Oh, I can feel you milking my finger Darlin' – are you close? Can't fucking wait to feel that tight slick pussy around my cock! Would you like that? Imagine it's my cock in you, Sugar, pounding that sweet pussy." He's quite the dirty talker, not that I'm surprised, Jazz is verbose in everything he does, and it's a real turn-on. Soon I'm exploding around his fingers, gushing liquid all over his hand. I sag against him, completely spent and watch as he retracts his fingers, only to clean them with his mouth. He hums and obviously enjoys the taste of me. "You want to taste, how sweet you are, Sugar?" he says with a glint of mischief in his eyes and proceeds to kiss me, sharing my own taste with me.
He is still very much turned on, I can tell from his cock still poking me. I take a chance and let my hand slip from his ass to the front. Tentatively, I let my fingers feel the smooth, warm skin of his dick. It's much much softer than I expected. Like velvet over steel, the skin glides easily over the head. I can feel some liquid at the tip- it must be precum - and use my fingers to distribute it over the head, eliciting a stuttering moan from him. His eyes glide shut and he throws back his head in bliss. "Tell me what to do, Jazz. I've never done this before." I ask him.
"Just, glide the skin up and down, like you're doing. And twist your wrist a little on the down take…" he trails off, unable to say much else. I continue what I'm doing, experimenting a little with twists and running my thumb over the head. He enjoys that very much, and I start to kiss his chest, nibbling on his nipples and tracing his pec's with my tongue. His hips buck into my hand, setting a slightly faster pace and he moans loudly "Goddammit, Darlin', feels so good.. Gonna cum soon. Oh my god, Baby, yes, fuck me with your hand." Suddenly his body goes rigid and I feel his warm jizz fill the palm of my hand – he lets out his loudest moan yet, and yells out "BELLA!" before he collapses, gasping for breath.
I remove my hand from his cock, unsure what to do with the handful of jizz I am holding. I bring it to my face, curious to study it. It looks like glazing for a cake, white and see-through, slightly sticky. I wonder what it tastes like. He seemed to enjoy my juices – maybe I'll enjoy his as well? I carefully stick out my tongue, letting it barely touch my palm. I look up, as I hear Jasper's breathing hitch, and meet his gaze. "Holy shit, Bella – that is so hot. You, tasting my jizz without a grimace!" I grin at him – it doesn't taste too bad; a little salty with a hint of chlorine? Mostly it's just salty and warm.
He grabs my face and kisses me hard, tasting himself on me like I did before on him. After the kiss, he gets up and grabs his discarded shirt from the night before; handing it to me so I can clean up the worst from my hand. His grin is permanently plastered to his face when he looks at me. "So, do you wanna get cleaned up and get out of here? If we're going to be in Forks by a decent hour, we really should get going soon."
"Sure – let me just grab some clothes and we'll hit the showers." I reply, returning his grin.
-LFAFL-
After we've showered and dressed, we quickly pack up our things and run to the parking lot, eager to get going. We make a stop at Starbucks to grab coffee and muffins to eat on the road and then we're off towards Forks. Jasper's driving again, since we agreed to switch after lunch. As soon as we're clear of the city and on the high way, he grabs my hand, tracing idle circles on my palm. I'm in charge of the radio, as always, perusing his IPod playlists. Suddenly, I come across a playlist named 'Jelly-Belly' and can't help but chuckle a little. He's named a playlist after me? Curious, I open it to see what kind of music is there and almost start to cry. Every single song he's sent me is on there, plus all the rest of my favorites and a lot of love ballads I haven't heard before. Each one of those songs tells a story about how he felt when we were apart. Each song tells me, how much in love with me he really is.
I know my Jasper, and verbose as he is, he's always been more comfortable with music than conversation. He's like an emotion-radar, picking up every mood in the people around him, easily influencing it and enhancing it, but when it comes to his own emotions, he's uncomfortable with words; always turning to music. I guess that's why he's so massively talented too – he's perfected it into an art form, this way of communicating.
"Jazz, I'm touched! You made a playlist for me? " I throw him a teasing jibe for this.
"Of course I did. I had to have something to listen to on those cold, lonely nights!" He throws me a wink and makes a salacious gesture with his hand, like he's jerking off. I bark out a laugh at this. Jazz is such a kaleidoscopic personality. He's sweet and loving one moment; a typical 19 year old guy the next.
"Oh, I can imagine. Those arm muscles must have gotten quite a work-out in that bunk next to Riley and Marcus – did they join in on the action`?" I snark back at him – that's how we've always been. Crass jokes and lewd comments, interspersed with warm hugs, friendly fights, deep conversations and just companionable silences. It's so good to know that hasn't changed, even if our relationship status has. Alice was always extremely jealous of our easy banter – she just couldn't penetrate that tight bond, no matter how much she tried.
"Yeah, sure – it's called 'don't ask – don't tell', and that's why we live in barracks – to keep us from getting' too lonely." He answers with a chuckle. "So, I talked to Eric, Tyler and Jerad the other day – they're all gonna be home this weekend too," He starts, "Ty would talk to his old man about setting up our gear tonight in the Bar and Grille, so we could jam a little, if you're up to it?" Eric, Ty and Jerad had a garage band with Jazz in our high school days, and occasionally would perform at Ty's parent's place; the local pub.
"Sure, Baby – that sounds like fun! Wonder who else will be there? If any of the old gang is back in town." I respond, genuinely excited about a night of music and reminiscing. I've missed it. I just hope they won't coax me into singing, as they always try to. I hate being on stage, even though I know that I actually have an alright singing voice, especially when we do duets.
"Dunno, we'll just have to wait and see – and don't think you'll get out of singing for me tonight!" His eyes are alight with mischief and I know I'm screwed. There's no way, I'm getting out of this tonight. I better start thinking about a song that I know by heart. It occurs to me that I could choose something to let Jasper know how I feel about him. He's been pouring his heart out to me these last months through his attached songs in the emails – now, I can repay the favor. I contemplate what to choose, when suddenly the perfect song comes on the stereo. Yes, of course! And I've always loved that song – it's a classic, from our parent's youth, but it says it so perfectly.
-LFAFL-
We pull into the Whitlock driveway midafternoon, greeted by the hoarse barking of Jasper's old Labrador retriever; Skunk. Yes, it's an awful name, but very appropriate. When he was a little puppy, Jasper got him for his 9th birthday. He couldn't think of a name for him right away, and we took him out in the backyard to play with him. He got away from us and ran straight into the forest, where he encountered an unfortunate surprise before we had a chance to get him! Yes, you guessed it, he ran into a skunk.
Rascal whelp that he was, he couldn't leave well enough alone, but had to play with it. But the skunk didn't want to play – it mistook the puppy behavior for a threat and sprayed the poor mutt thoroughly. Jasper and I unfortunately arrived just in the line of fire, so all three of us got a less than pleasant odor out of the encounter and had to go home to Momma Whitlock in a crestfallen manner. Safe to say that I can stand neither the taste nor smell of tomato juice to this day. But that is the sordid tale of how Skunk got his name.
Momma Whitlock greets us at the doorway with a huge smile on her face. Her name is really Diane, but everybody calls her Momma Whitlock, even though she lost the Texas drawl long ago. She embraces us both in her slender arms, but no less warm embrace. She's a tiny woman, with platinum blonde hair and a bird-like way about her; always flitting around, never really at rest. She's very warm and motherly and I love her to death – my own mom left when I was a baby and has never really looked back. I visited her for a couple of weeks every summer, but harebrained as she is, she has never been a very stable person in my life. Momma Whitlock was the one that made sure I had pink ribbons for my hair, that my lunchbox was adorned with Strawberry Shortcake and that my pencils were sharpened.
Since Jasper is her only child, she has had plenty of love to pass around, and a scrawny little girl next door was lucky enough to benefit from that. I hold on to her neck so tight, squeezing my eyes shut, hoping to hold back the tears that I don't want her to see. She senses it though, shushing me quietly, "Shhhh, Baby Girl, I've got you. You're home. Shhhh…" I break down sobbing at that, releasing all the tension of the past months that I didn't even realize that I held on to, or where it came from. I guess I've missed home more than I allowed myself to think about, and now it all comes rushing forward. It feels so good to let it all go and be in the arms of a caring mother figure and the sobbing quickly dissipates along with the tension.
Jasper has stood back a bit and looks at me all worried and caring. He holds out his hand to me, and I take it, gliding into his embrace without even thinking about it. He kisses me softly and asks if I'm alright, which I confirm with a nod and a kiss in return. Momma Whitlock smiles even broader at this and starts to clap her tiny hands. "I knew it! I knew it! As soon as you stepped out of the car, I got suspicious – Ooooh, I'm so happy. Thank you, children, oh, thank you!" She's all expletives and giddiness by the sight of her two babies together – I guess she's always wanted us to be. "Come in, come in – have a glass of iced tea! And tell me all about this new development. When did this happen? Why didn't you tell me, Son? Tsk tsk tsk.." She trails off, shaking her head at him in admonishment.
We step inside the large, warm, old-fashioned kitchen and sit down at Momma's breakfast bar, still holding hands. She pours us each a glass of her delicious sweet tea and sets out a plate of chocolate chip cookies. "Tell me everything! Well, maybe not everything, but the parent-appropriate details at least." She chides, sitting down across from us with a bowl of apples and a peeler. Jasper smiles adoringly at his mother and starts to tell his side of the story. "Well, Ma, as you know, I've been head over heels for this one for months! And I didn't know what the hell to do about it. So, I recorded some music and attached to all my emails I've sent, just to clue her in a bit, ya know? Didn't work, at least she didn't say anything. Well, last night, we went out to eat, and I just couldn't keep my trap shut anymore so I started blurting it out. This clueless chick," at this he pushes me good-naturedly, "thought I was talking about some other girl! As if, pshaw – and starts to panic all of a sudden! I then blurt out that it's her – always has been, always will be, goddammit – and she just gets up off her seat and kisses me in the middle of the restaurant. After that she sits back down and eats her dinner like nuthin's happened! I could just sit there like a damned cod-fish with my trap gaping, not knowing what to think!"
"Hey! I told you that I loved you, too, Jasper Dean Whitlock! Don't you go forgetting 'bout that!" I protest and throw in a little twang – can't help it when I'm in the Whitlock house. It's contagious. Momma Whitlock smiles with tears in the corners of her eyes at that, and looks at us adoringly. It feels so good to tell her, to share our love with her. She's been nothing but supportive of us, no matter what trouble we've gotten ourselves into. Sometimes it came with a well-earned earful, but always supportive. Jasper bends his head down to me and kisses me square on my mouth. "I love you so much, Isabella Marie Swan, and I'll never forget that you told me that. Ever." Oh, wow. Melted. Incoherent. Can't think. Momma Whitlock laughs at my dumbfounded expression and shoos us out of her kitchen, laughter following us up the stairs to the first floor.
-LFAFL-
When we reach his room we take our usual seats. The bean bag is mine! My precious! Jazz sits in his comfy recliner where he can easily sit and pick at his guitar. It's just like always, and I'm at ease, at home, safe.
"Bella, where do you see this going? I mean, between us? I know I love you and don't want to be without you, but I have to go back to base tomorrow. I won't have leave very often – and once I'm finished with training, I'll be stationed somewhere with no guarantee that you can follow me. Do you really want to invest in that? Invest in me?" He asks me with a hint of worry and sadness in his tone.
"Jazz, I know, Baby… It won't be easy, but I don't feel like I've really got a choice. I can't live without you – I won't! It would tear me apart either way. It's gonna be real tough to get through the next four years, with me at college and you in the air force, but I'll do anything I can to make it work! You can come see me when you have leave; I'll go see you on holidays and vacations as long as you're land-based. Once I graduate, if I get a job as an editor, I can do that from anywhere. Other carrier options I'll have to look into when we come to that – but trust me, I don't regret you. Not even a little bit. And yes, I'm sure that I want to invest in you – I can't imagine anything else!" I try to reassure him. It breaks my heart to see my cocky, larger-than-life Jasper being insecure about ME of all people. He's following his dream, and nothing should take him away from that! And I'll do my damned best to give him the security he needs for that.
His posture lightens up and he relaxes his shoulders again, walking over to me on my bean-bag chair. He sets his knees on either side of my hips, effectively straddling me and cradles my face in his big hands. Oh so faintly he brushes his lips on mine, sighing "I love you, so much. Thank you for trusting in us."
We exchange places, and I sit on his lap while he sits in the bean-bag, playing with my hair. I lean into his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. For a long while, we just sit there, listening to music and enjoying each other's nearness. We are in our own, perfect little bubble. I play with his dog-tags, just visible through the v of his shirt, and can't resist undoing one more button. I let my fingers play with his chest hair, exploring his chest. It's all quite innocent, but I can feel him grow harder underneath me, and he's squirming around a little to alleviate the pressure from me on his cock. His fingers have been gently rubbing just below my breasts on the bottom of my ribcage, but now he starts to venture upwards, caressing the underside of my breasts. I turn around to straddle him, kissing him hungrily and rubbing my pussy on his erection. We both moan out at the sensation.
"DINNER'S READY, COME AND GET IT!" an unmistakable sing-song voice hollers up the stairs. Both of us groan, disappointed about the interruption and chagrined by the thought of coming down for dinner, looking freshly fucked with sex hair, glowing cheeks and bruised lips. Oh well, Momma certainly won't mind, and Jasper's dad won't have a clue – he still sees us as a couple of kids, incapable of doing anything remotely adult, no less sexual.
Jasper's dad, Daniel Peter Whitlock, is as absent-minded as they come. He's a Ph.D. in history, specializing in the civil war. He's totally absorbed with his work, writing and researching – always locked in his study. He's as nice and docile as they come though, just not very present in Jasper's life. Never have been, but every once in a while he pops out of his dungeon and gives some pretty sound advice. One thing's for sure, if you need him, you can count on his help for anything! Just don't expect him to discover that you need him without a little help.
We sit down at the dinner table, a little flustered. Momma Whitlock grins smugly and Dr. Whitlock doesn't notice. He greets us with a 'welcome home, children', and then concentrates on his meal. He's not one for small talk – he's not unkind, just socially inept, always pre-occupied. We chat about college, flight training, and our plans for the evening – all very amicable and nice. The atmosphere is homey and warm, and I realize how much I missed this. The Whitlock home is more home to me than Charlie's house ever was, even though I miss him too. I get to see him tomorrow. We already agreed that I'll spend the night here – Momma don't mind at all, and I'm a legal adult so Charlie can't protest.
After dessert – the lovely homemade apple pie Momma made while we drank tea – we excuse ourselves to get ready for the jam-night at the Bar and Grille. Jasper called Ty earlier and confirmed and the guys' have been down there this afternoon to set up. We dress casually, just jeans, a top and my chucks for me – Jasper throws on jeans, and old band t-shirt with a button down over and his cowboy boots. He has his hair in a hairband again and ties a red bandana around his head; my god, he is so hot! I could just eat him raw! Maybe I'll get to 'eat' something later, if I work up the nerve? The thought makes me smile to myself.
Jasper grabs my hand and we're out the door. We opt to walk to the bar, since Forks is such a small town with everything within walking distance – and if I know Ty right, he'll have sneaked a couple of beers for us in to the backroom. The night air is cool and refreshing and I just relish having my girl fantasies come true, walking down the street hand in hand with Jazz.
The band is standing on the sidewalk, having a smoke while they wait for us to arrive. Jerad spots us first and lets out a surprised 'What the fuck!' at the sight of us holding hands. Jazz can't resist and dips down to lay a smacking kiss on me, right in front of them, effectively marking his turf. They all look utterly confused by us kissing – they know us as Jelly-Belly and Jizzper, BFF's but nothing else. We've actually spent years vehemently denying any shady business going on, and now we show up as a couple? I can relate to their confusion. "Yup, finally conquered the fair maiden," Jasper says to them, "so keep your dirty hands to yourself!" His face is almost split in half by his grin. "Let's go inside and get our rock on, peeps!"
They all agree and we head inside. They are unusually quiet, but I get my hugs anyway. Inside, there's a surprise I didn't expect – Ben and Angie are sitting at a table, drinking a soda and sharing a plate of onion rings! "ANGIE, GIRLIE! So good to see ya!" I scream and run over and hug her senseless – I've missed my girl so much! She responds in kind, squeezing the life outta me. "Sweets, Oh My God – you're here! You didn't tell me you were gonna be here this weekend!"
"What's this?" she looks between Jasper and me with a knowing grin, "Did she finally cave and come clean, Jazz?" she asks him. "No, actually, I came clean to her." Jasper remarks while squeezing my shoulders. "Fuck me!" she exclaims, "I knew it! I knew you were head over heels for her!" She starts clapping her hands and bouncing, doing a fabulous Alice-impression. "Sit down, Bella, and tell me everything."
Ben and Jasper shake hands and do their typical man-hug thing, clapping each other on the back, before Jazz and the band head towards the small stage, picking up their instruments and tuning them. I relate the whole story to Angela whose eyes go shiny with tears by it. She's so happy for me, I can tell.
A feedback screech from the microphone makes us turn around and look at the stage. Jasper is standing in the front, looking all sorts of gorgeous, adjusting the mic stand to his fit considerable height. He looks at me and winks, before concentrating on his task again. In a matter of minutes, he speaks in the phone announcing the band.
"Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Forks Bar and Grille. We are the Flying Forks and we are so happy to be back here to entertain you this evening!" I burst into laughter, remembering the drunken night when we came up with that ridiculous band name. "We would like to start out with a dedication; to Bella Swan – star in a lot of fantasies and my girlfriend." He winks at me again, as I blush from the tip of my toes to the roots of my hair. The small crowd whoops and hollers at this.
Jasper grabs his guitar; fine tunes it, and strikes the first chord. I am spellbound by his presence up there, even though I must have seen it at least a hundred times before. His slightly husky baritone voice rings out with the intro, and I'm swept off my feet.
He is singing Heaven, by Bryan Adams.
Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years
There was only you and me
We were young and wild and free
Now nothin' can take you away from me
We've been down that road before
But that's over now
You keep me comin' back for more
Baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
Oh - once in your life you find someone
Who will turn your world around
Bring you up when you're feelin' down
Yeah - nothin' could change what you mean to me
Oh there's lots that I could say
But just hold me now
Cause our love will light the way
N' baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I need
And I found it there in your heart
It isn't too hard to see
We're in heaven
I've been waitin' for so long
For something to arrive
For love to come along
Now our dreams are comin' true
Through the good times and the bad
Yeah - I'll be standin' there by you
I feel a tear leaking down my cheek – he sings that song with so much emotion, looking directly at me the entire time. I can feel the sincerity in the words, even if they aren't his own but borrowed. The lyrics fit so perfectly and I'm totally swept off my feet. He lets his voice linger on the closing notes, and I wipe away my tears while blowing him an air-kiss. He makes a motion like he's catching it and putting it in his shirt pocket – what a goof!
I hear a faint crash behind me, and turn my head towards the bar – Uh oh, Alice. She is standing at the long bar, shooting daggers at me with her eyes, a smashed glass lying at her feet. She doesn't say anything, just turn on her heel and stalks out – thank god! I don't think I could handle her right now.
The band continues to play some more rock ballads and Angie and I just sit back and enjoy the show. The guys put on quite a show, switching instruments and goofing around. At one time, they ask the audience for a keyword or phrase, and simply improvise a song on the spot. The phrase they got? Afraid of the dark. The performance is intense, and I get totally lost in the predatory way Jasper looks at me while performing. He is so incredibly hot up there – I could just lick him! The sound quality is less than stellar; unfortunately, somebody messed with the amplifier settings.
After about an hour, the band takes a break and we all head into the back room. We hang around drinking a couple of beers and just goofing around – I'm sitting in Jasper's lap when Ty decides to spill a beer down my shirt. Luckily, Jasper's got a white button down over a band t-shirt, so he lends it to me, so I don't have to walk around all wet. Ty apologizes, but not before Jazz has thrown him upside down over the couch and tickled him senseless – Jasper has a certain tickling technique that we all have suffered under at some point, and nobody pities Ty – they are too busy laughing their asses off.
After the break, I move towards the table where Ang, Ben and I sat before, but Jasper grabs my arm and drags me up the stage, despite my protests. I knew this would happen, and luckily I come prepared. Jerad asks me what I want to sing, and I whisper it in his ear, asking him to not say anything to Jasper – I want this to be a surprise for him. Jerad nods and winks, grabs Jazz's guitar and shoos him off the stage. He sits on my abandoned seat and crosses his arms in front of him, raising an eyebrow at me. Fortunately, the band and I have had many jam-sessions, so they know me and I know them. Ty counts out the rhythm with his drum sticks, and they start to play. I inhale deeply, close my eyes for a second and start to sing. As I sing the first word, I lock my gaze with Jasper's, trying to convey how much I love him.
A shooting star fell down to earth
Lightning cracked the sky
Something weird is happening
Something I can't deny
A strange kind of magic
Running through my brain
Feel I'm in heaven
Or going insane
'Cause everytime we touch
I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss
I swear I could fly
Can't you feel my heart beat fast
I want this to last
Need you by my side
'Cause everytime we touch
I feel this static
And everytime we kiss
I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so
I can't let you go
Want you in my life
The wind was like a hurricane
Storm clouds filled the sky
I heard a crash of thunder
The earth shook in reply
A strange kind of magic
Running through my brain
Feel like I'm in heaven
Or going insane
'Cause everytime we touch
I get this feeling
And everytime we kiss
I swear I could fly
Can't you hear my heart beat fast
I want this to last
Need you by my side
'Cause everytime we touch
I feel this static
And everytime we kiss
I reach for the sky
Can't you hear my heart beat so
I can't let you go
Want you in my life
I let the final note die, still holding Jasper's gaze. His eyes are brimming with tears, but he quickly shakes it off, lighting up in a beaming smile. He jumps off his seat; half runs to the stage and grabs me around the waist. Still holding me up in the air, he lays the most passionate of kisses on me before letting me down. He then grabs the mic and asks for a round of applause for me. I blush again, but wave graciously at the small crowd, before jumping down and finding my seat. I'm hot in the cheeks, but try to shake it off and chat a little with Angie, while the band continues to play.
After another hour they call it quits for the evening and start to disassemble the setup, packing down their gear. It's all stashed in Jerad's shed, since they can't bring it with them. They load up the trailer, and we all say our goodbyes for the night. The guys all hug me and compliment my song, before we part ways.
Strolling along the quiet street, holding Jasper's hand, I can't remember a time, where I've been more content and happy with my life. I look up at him; his profile enhanced in the moonlight and I am stricken by his beauty. As we walk up the driveway to his house, I can feel the simmering anticipation in my stomach. I am sleeping beside him again tonight. In a big bed, on a floor to ourselves, with no-one to listen or interrupt. Momma and Mr. Whitlock have gone to bed ages ago, I know from previous experiences, and they will not bother us at all. They don't even know that we share a bed, like we've done a million times before. They think I bunk down in the bed and that Jasper takes his couch. I am not ready to lose my virginity yet, no matter how much I love him, but I'm not sure how to tell him this. My stomach revolts with nerves and I feel a little queasy.
Suddenly, I spot a figure on the porch, sitting on the steps. I can't make out who it is in the darkness, but it's a tiny person. As we get closer, the person stands up. It's Alice! What the hell is she doing here at this hour? She walks towards us with determination in her steps. When she reaches us, she stands directly in front of Jasper, and looks up at him with fire in her eyes. Oh, she's pissed.
"What the hell, Jasper? Did you lie to me all of those years, when I asked about your relationship with Bella? I knew it couldn't be just the platonic friendship you claimed, I knew it! Did you two fuck behind my back all that time?" Her eyes are brimming with tears and she looks both hurt and angry. "And you Bella? You couldn't wait to get me out the door, could you? You always pined away for him, so that doesn't surprise me, but now you have to come here and flaunt it in my face? You fucking bitch!" She lifts her hand, ready to slap me, but Jasper grips her wrist.
"Listen Alice, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, but believe me when I say that we NEVER did anything. I NEVER cheated on you, and we just got together yesterday – I was always faithful, always. I'm no cheater and you know it. Don't make me bring up why I broke up with you in the first place, Alice – you're not the one that should go around making accusations!" Jasper's voice is low and full of ire. He's really mad at her right now. He didn't tell me the full story of their break-up, but I can gather from his words that it had something to do with Alice cheating. "I think you should go home now and leave us alone. I'm done with you, and I told you that before I left – please respect me enough to not ever contact us again." He's mad yes, but very controlled and as always a gentleman. He would never, ever hurt someone on purpose, especially a woman. He let's go of her wrists and she pushes past us and walks down the streets. I can hear her sobbing from where we stand.
"Come on, Darlin' – let's go to bed. I've had all the excitement I can take for tonight, " he says, and grabs my hand again, leading me inside and up the stairs. "You want the bathroom first?" he asks me sweetly and I nod, getting my things. In the bathroom, my nerves act up again. How do I bring up that I'm not ready without making him feel rejected? I don't want to stop our physical relationship; I'm just not ready to go all the way. Maybe I should just tell him exactly that – he is Jasper – understanding, caring and loving. He might actually agree, even though he's a lot more experienced than I am. I take a deep breath and steel myself, before opening the door.
Jasper is waiting, already changed into his thin pajama bottoms and bare-chested. He gives my hand a little squeeze and shoots me a small smile as he passes me on the way to the bathroom. I settle down on the bed, snuggling under his pitch black down comforter, inhaling his scent that clings to the bedding. The butterflies in my stomach are still having fun, but I'm not as high strung now that I've made the decision to talk to him about waiting.
When he finishes in the bathroom, Jasper crawls under the comforter and lays his arms around me, kissing me sweetly on the nose. "Hi Darlin'," he whispers. I smile at him, and take a deep breath before saying anything. "Jasper, I think we should talk." His face falls – okay, maybe that wasn't the most elegant conversation starter – it usually signals something bad! "No, no, it's nothing bad – at least I don't think so."
"Well, what is it?" He asks a little apprehensive. "Well, I'm a virgin," I start, "and I don't think I'm ready for actual sex yet. Would you mind terribly if we wait a little with that? It's not that I want us to stop being intimate," I hurry up and say, "I like what we do, very much, but I'm just not ready for the whole thing yet. I'd like to work up to that."
He smiles adoringly at me at this. "I would like that too, Bella. I know you're a virgin; or at least I hoped you hadn't given it up to Mike Newton," he chuckles at this, "and I don't want to rush things with you. When I make love to you, it's going to mean something. It's going to be special." His eyes grow a little sad. "I wish I'd waited for you. All that time with Alice – she meant nothing, compared to what I feel for you. I should never have given her that part of me."
"Don't, Jasper. Alice was good for you for a long time, and you had a good time together. You just outgrew each other, and for that, I'm really grateful, 'cause now I got you! And it doesn't hurt that at least one of us has some experience," I snicker at that, "'cause I sure don't know what I'm doing!"
"That's not true, Darlin'. Everything you've done to me has been perfect!" He kisses me deeply and let's his tongue touch my lips, begging for entrance. I happily comply and we lay like that, just making out, for the longest time. No hands wandering, no love bites or rubbing, just kissing; deep, erotic kisses that makes my toes curl. "I'd really like to try something, if you'd let me," he says, looking me deeply in the eyes. "Okay, what is it?" I ask. "Will you let me treat you good? Show you how much I love you? Especially how much I love your taste?" he says with a wicked twinkle in his eyes. "Alright, how do you want me?" I'm not sure where he's going with this, but I trust him, and I know he will guide me to do everything just right.
He pushes my shoulder gently; making me lay on my back. Again, he kisses me while he pulls up my shirt – I let my arms follow up so he can get it over my head, giving each nipple a little lick and kiss, before he grabs the waistband of my pajama shorts. I'm left in blue lace thong; while he lets his eyes roam over my body. He sighs, muttering how beautiful he thinks I am, letting his fingers glide from my shoulders, down my sides and over my hipbones. He grasps my panties and I let him remove them, laying myself bare for him for the first time. I shiver from both nerves and anticipation – I'm really turned on and can feel the juices leaking on to my thighs – no doubt he can see it.
He groans when he sees my naked pussy – I get it waxed, because I like the feeling of being bare and never have to worry when I'm in a swimsuit. My clit is throbbing; he looks so gorgeous as he sits there on his haunches in the moonlight with his chest on display and the dog tags around his neck. I try to rub my thighs together for some friction on my wet pussy, but he grabs my thighs and separates my legs; lifting them up on his shoulders. He pushes a pillow under my butt, lifting it up some and starts to kiss from my ankle to my inner thigh, paying special attention to tendon behind my knee. When he reaches the wetness on my thigh, he licks it up, before switching to the other leg. He gives that the same treatment, and I am trembling from anticipation.
Finally, he reaches the other inner thigh and when he finishes licking that, he doesn't stop. He continues to let his soft, wet, talented tongue lick from my entrance to my clit; causing me to jerk my hips up with a gasp. It feels so good! He lays his arm across my pelvis to keep my in place before he continues to explore my folds softly. He doesn't miss a spot, licking tenderly all over my pussy, not concentrating on a single spot, but thoroughly exploring and tasting. Groaning he says, "oh my god, Bella – you taste so good! Like honey and woman and sex – I could live on your juices alone." I'm a writhing mess, trying to get him to lick my clit that he so deftly seems to avoid. After a while of licking, he closes his lips around the little nub, sucking on it while humming – I almost scream out, it feels so good, and I can feel my inner muscles desperately clenching, seeking.
Apparently, he knows exactly what I need, because he increases the pressure of his tongue on my clit, and inserts two fingers in my drenched pussy, curling them upwards towards my belly and fucks me with them. The coil inside me releases and I clamp down on his fingers, practically lifting off the bed while I scream out his name.
"JASPER, OH MY GOD, JASPER!" He gently brings me down from my climax with small, tender licks around my clit, but not directly on it – it would be far too sensitive for any direct stimulation now. I pant and moan while enjoying his wonderfully talented mouth. When he's satisfied with his work, he sits up and brings the two fingers into his mouth to lick them clean –just like this morning. His eyes are alight with pride and self-satisfaction – he looks like the cat that swallowed the canary. Instead of a yellow feather, his face is glistening with my juices. I give him an exhausted smile. I'm completely spent and all of my bones feel like rubber. He lies down beside me, and gives me a kiss. I can taste myself on him and despite my recent climax; I can feel myself getting turned on by it.
I grasp his erection through the thin material of his sleep pants, and he can't help but jerk his hips forward, seeking out friction again. "Now, I'd like to try something," I say, and peel down his pants, so I can see his cock. "I want to feel this against my pussy – what do you think about that?" His eyes light up and he gets this eager expression like a child on Christmas. "Do you mean that?" he asks me. "Of course I do!" I respond and continue to push his pants down as far as I can get. He uses his feet to push them the rest of the way. "Are you on the pill, Darlin', cause I can guarantee that I'll blow my load all over that sweet pussy," he's panting already, incredibly turned on by the idea. "Yeah, nothing to worry about," I respond, "and of course I'm clean, being a virgin and all."
"I'm clean too – got checked and tested when I joined," he tells me, positioning behind me, with my leg over his so his cock can freely slide over my drenched folds. The second his cock makes contact with me, I moan out loud; loving the feeling of his steel hard erection between my folds. He glides back and forth, the head hitting my clit on every stroke, quickly building up my climax again. His chest is flush with my back and slick with our combined sweat, reducing the friction by his movements. Soon, I cry out again in my orgasm and bring him with me. As he said he would, he blows his load all over my pussy, rubbing his jizz in my folds with his cock and making me cum once more immediately. "Holy shit!" he gasps, "That was the most intense orgasm I've ever had! Mmmmm… I love you." He nuzzles his face in my neck, giving it small kisses.
I turn my head with a satisfied grin, and kiss him deeply. "Thank you, Baby. I love you too – that was simply amazing," I let him know. He hugs me, humming happily under his breath, before he gets up to find a washcloth in the bathroom. He gently cleans me up, mindful of my sensitive clit and returns to bed after washing up himself. He lies down behind me, curling his long body entirely around me and intertwines our hands across my chest. I am completely wrapped inside his embrace and fall asleep in the blink of an eye. Feeling loved, satisfied and cherished.
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