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Jake POV
Even though I'd been dying to do this for a week now, I was nervous to actually pick up the phone and call. I knew Bella had to be pissed at me from the week of silence, and adding the truck on top of it…
Man up, Jake, I told myself, and dialed Bella's cell number from memory. My heart leapt when I heard her voice, but it was only a recording telling me to leave a message. It wasn't the way I wanted to reconnect, but maybe she was in the shower, or cleaning downstairs, or… My first thought was to leave a cheerful message picking up where we'd left off. Then I remembered I needed to apologize before anything else, and did that instead.
Um, hey, Bells. Um, well, sorry about the truck. Damn tree, damn storm, damn…me, I guess. Anyway, I'm sorry I've been too busy to hang out this week. But I think things are getting better now, so maybe we can do something? Yeah, so, um, call me back, okay?
Lame, I know, but I'd do better when she called me back. The only problem with that plan was: she didn't. I called again and again, hoping she'd see that I was finally trying to bridge the gulf of silence. With having two older sisters, I knew that girls had to get stuff out when they were upset. Telling them that it didn't matter or to get over it only got a guy into a world of hurt. So I'd let Bella do what she needed to-for now-and then we'd be fine. When calling her phone didn't work, I moved on to trying the house phone. Hopefully, I'd get Charlie answering and could play on him knowing me all my life to encourage Bella to hear me out. But calling that number only got me Charlie's serious-sounding message.
It was starting to get me frustrated.
Breathe, Jake. Prove to Sam that you're under control. Bella's probably just venting some frustration at what happened to her this week.
For that matter, Charlie probably wasn't any happier with me-or Dad-than Bella was. But I wasn't happy with them, either, so it all balanced out, right?
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Narrator POV
In two houses about a half-hour apart, two teenagers both settled down for a good night's sleep. Or, at least they tried to. Ever since their cookie-making canoodling, both Bella and Embry had found that sleep was a little harder to come by than it had been. Night after night, it seemed that the dreams of each only intensified, making the musings of both about the seeming inevitability of a major relationship step appear quite foresightful.
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Embry POV:
Fingertips lightly trailed up my arm and down my chest. My stomach muscles contracted as her touch sent pulses of lightning to every last nerve ending. And then...those fingers kept going. I was rock hard instantly, silently begging her not to stop. She didn't, gently stroking me. Caress after caress worked me up more and more. My hands somehow found the strength to rise up and close around Bella's bare and perfect breasts. Her head rolled as I started to circle her rosy nipples with my fingers, alternating with massaging strokes from the palms of my hands. She more than got back at me for it, tightening her grip around me and increasing the pressure of her twists and pulls from my base all the way to my tip.
"B-b-Bella!" Her name tore out of my throat as my length jerked within her grasp. My head dug into my pillow, my hips lifted off the bed, and my body convulsed as a stream of white liquid spurted out of my cock to spatter onto my stomach. Bella's other hand reached out to swipe a finger through it and carry my essence to her mouth. Seeing her taste me sparked even more eruptions until I had to be completely drained.
I jerked awake, once again covered in the evidence of my release. I'd fortunately learned to keep a stash of washrags in one drawer and cleaned up with the ease of practice. Sleep was going to elude me for a while now, if not the rest of what remained of the night.
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Bella POV:
The hot Florida sun beat down on my head and shoulders. I reached for the bottle of oil and poured some into my hands. Then I leaned down over my surfboard and started rubbing the oil into its surface. But that surface seemed to give under the weight of my hands, and I looked down to see that I was straddling a tall russet...Embry, and that my fingers were splayed out across his chest. His dark eyes burned into me as his voice purred, "More." I couldn't help but do as commanded, pouring more oil straight onto his skin and began spreading it out. Embry's eyes drifted shut now and his chest lifted in search of more contact with me. I gasped with an electric shock as something brushed against my cloth-covered core, instantly producing a rush of moisture. His nostrils flared, and he pulled me down onto him. The contact of bare skin on skin made my eyes go wide in shock when I realized I'd been massaging him in a skimpy bikini. Embry's hands returned the favor to me, stroking up and down my back. I didn't realize he'd untied my bikini top until it fell loose down my sides. "Up," he whispered, and lifted me so that his lips could claim mine fiercely. The touch of his work-roughened hands on my breasts parted my lips in a sighing gasp, and Embry began to conquer my mouth. My body began to press down seeking more of that incredible pressure where I most wanted and needed it.
My eyes flew open when a sudden loud noise startled me out of-a dream. Damn it, my thoughts groaned when I realized that the images and sensations flooding my mind and body had only been a dream. Well, they might have been imaginary, but their effect on me definitely wasn't. My muscles were tense and I felt...frustrated. I wasn't quite sure what to do about it, but I'd have to think of something. Well, if dream-Embry's touch had gotten me into this state, maybe my own could help me out. My fingers tentatively delved under the waistband of my sleep shorts. As they moved down, I realized just how wet my underwear was. So, carefully concealed by my bedspread, I pushed my shorts and panties down my legs and kicked them off. I didn't know what to do, but maybe my dream-Embry could help me. I closed my eyes and fantasized that it was him touching me When my fingers stroked a particular spot between my legs, my body flailed and I felt like I was shattering into pieces in the most incredible way possible.
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I was somehow-oddly-a little nervous to see Embry today for the 'Great Swan Car Shopping Expedition'-probably, okay certainly, because of the dream I'd had last night/this morning. Would I be able to look him in the eyes without looking like a tomato only hours after I'd used fantasies of him while touching myself?
Waiting out on the front porch for Embry to arrive, I wondered if I'd actually dare to say anything to him, and what it would be if I did. Embry pulled up on his bike and my heart started to race.
"Hey, Bella," Embry's voice was quieter than usual.
"Is something wrong?" I asked, leaning close to hug him. He hugged me back, but not in the demanding way that I loved. "What?"
"Nothing's wrong. I just...It's harder than I thought it would be, you know? This whole 'taking it slow' thing. My imagination is going to get me an up-close and personal interview with your dad's shotgun."
His imagination? Could Embry be having dreams anything like mine?
"I think I know what you mean," I confessed. "My dreams...well, Dad would lock me up until I was 30 if he knew what my dreams have been like."
"Dreams? Good dreams?"
"I guess-yes. At least until I woke up and realized they were dreams. Then it was just frustrating." My cheeks pinked up at even this veiled reference to the nature of my dreams.
Embry's eyes widened when he figured out what I meant. "I know exactly what you mean. So...what now?"
I don't know," my voice was sober. "I don't know what to do about this. Edward never gave me more than a quick peck of a kiss-never like what I wanted-and he shot down any thought I might have had about more. I want...I don't know what I want, exactly."
He took my hands and started tracing his fingers over the backs. "Do you like your dreams?"
"Yeah," I admitted. Hadn't I already said that, when I'd said the dreams were good ones?
"I like my dreams, too. I'd like for them to have been real, and for them to be real. I'm a little scared about this, too, Bella. You're the only girl I've ever seen this way-the only one I ever want to-and I don't know how this works, either."
It helped, really helped, to know that I wasn't the only nervous one here. "Can we find out together?" I whispered.
"Absolutely," Embry replied, and picked me up for a quick kiss. His recent addition of a couple extra inches in height made lifting me easier than bending over all the time.
"You gonna invite the boy in for some breakfast before we leave, Bells?" Charlie's voice made me jump in Embry's arms and him set me down carefully.
"Hey, Charlie. I actually ate at home," Embry began.
Charlie interrupted, "And you never seem to turn down a meal, or an extra one, these days. Bella made plenty. Maybe if you eat some, she'll actually remember to enjoy some of her own cooking this morning."
At that, Embry made a beeline for the kitchen, pulling me along in his wake.
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Narrator POV
Even though he really didn't want to think of all the facets of Bella growing up, it was impossible for Charlie to ignore how fast Bella's new relationship was changing from casual to serious. Had it really only been a couple weeks ago that Embry Call had somewhat apprehensively asked his permission to date Bella? And now the boy-young man-was picking her up and kissing her on her front porch like she was just as important to him as a second breakfast. And Bella seemed to be just as interested in him as he was in her. If it had been any other guy, Charlie would have been worried about his daughter's absorption in her new boyfriend, especially after last time. But this was different-Embry was different. Bella had her friends still, was keeping up with her activities and stuff, even with spending a lot of time with Embry. And it was to his credit that Embry was interested in what Bella was doing and in being involved himself. That Cullen kid had been completely different: everything was about him and his family, and the only normal teen thing they'd done-the prom-Bella hadn't even wanted to be part of. Embry was definitely more focused on Bella. Which made it a little-but only just a little-easier to watch them together like this.
He really wished things weren't so tense between him and Billy right now: he could use the advice on how to handle the idea of a teenage daughter getting physical with a boyfriend, and Billy had been through it twice. But he might have to see if Harry could help instead, at least until Billy helped Jake get some kind of reality check. The past few days, Jake had called repeatedly and left messages for Bella on the answering machine. The first few had been easy-breezy, just like the Jake that Charlie had always known. But the ones from yesterday, and even a little bit the day before that, were getting more...well, intense. He didn't blame Bella for being upset with how Jake had been acting toward her, and Embry, too. They hadn't said anything, but Charlie figured there was probably an obvious reason why the couple was spending their days in Forks rather than La Push. It was a shame that Jake didn't seem able to accept the idea of Bella and Embry being together, and if he couldn't, then Charlie was fine with Jake being kept at a distance still.
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Bella POV
After we ate, Embry followed me upstairs while I finished getting ready. There was another confession I needed to make while I was at it.
"Jake's been calling me the past few days," I told Embry.
"Yeah?" he replied evenly. "What's he had to say?"
"I actually haven't talked to him, just listened to his messages. He started out calling my cell-and I just ignored him. I know it's childish, but he really needed to feel what it was like to be ignored. So then he started calling the house, maybe so he could get Charlie to pick up. He's only gotten the answering machine, though." My mouth twisted as I remembered those messages.
Hey, Bells. Jake here. Sorry I've been so busy lately. Tribal stuff—you know, those parental expectations you can't get out of. Anyway, I think I'm getting some free time again finally. Can't wait to catch up. Call me.
Bells, it's Jake. Haven't heard back from you. I'd love to hang out again. Call me. Can't wait to catch up.
C'mon, Bells. Cut me a break, please! I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything. That I didn't get right to work on your truck when you dropped it off, like I promised. I'm sorry the tree crushed it. I'm just—sorry. For everything. I've been a jerk this week, I know. Please let me make it up to you. I can help you find new cars to look at. I'll be your slave chauffeur. Anything you want. Just give me a chance to make it all up to you. Please forgive me. You're a good person, Bells. I know you'll give me a chance to explain everything. Please, call me.
Hell, Bells. I've said I'm sorry till I'm blue in the face. You gonna forgive me anytime soon? I gotta talk to you.
"Damn it," Embry muttered, pulling me close and resting his chin against the top of my head. My ear pressed against his chest and I let the rhythmic beating soothe me.
"I do feel bad-a little-that I'm doing to him what he did to me, but I guess I'm not feeling too guilty about it. All the crap lately, plus that lame story about my truck, and how he's been acting toward you...I just don't want to deal with him. I would like to stay friends, but he's..." I trailed off.
Embry finished my thought anyway. "But he's not really showing you that he wants to be friends."
"Not just friends, anyway. I wish...I can't help thinking there's something I could have done that would have kept this from happening, kept Jake from getting the wrong idea about me and him."
Embry's hand started stroking my back. "Unless you gave him a strip-tease in the garage or a make-out session when none of the rest of us were around, then I don't think you gave him any kind of signal. You're just a nice person to everyone, Bella, and Jake...well, he probably had a crush on you back when you were coming up here as a kid. I know that before you moved up here, he was non-stop for a while on 'Bella's moving back', 'Bella's getting my truck', and a lot more like that. You aren't responsible for how he's been acting any more than I am."
"I know." I could have repeated my earlier words about feeling bad for Jake, but didn't.
Yet again, Embry seemed to read my mind. "Yeah, me, too. It's hard not to feel bad when a longtime friend is getting hurt. But he's done a lot of that to himself."
"Hey, kids. You ready to go yet?" Charlie's voice called up from downstairs.
"Coming, Dad," I replied.
"Riding in the back of a cop car," Embry sighed dramatically. "Now everyone will really think I'm a juvenile delinquent."
"Why do you think I'm actually looking forward to shopping today?" was my retort. "Riding around in that thing is not my idea of fun, either." But I'd already decided that no matter what, I'd be in the back with Embry. In the end, the joke was on us, courtesy of my dad. Charlie had made arrangements with one of his deputies to borrow a civilian truck for the day.
"Thought about taking the cruiser," Charlie told us laconically. "Might have intimidated the salesguys if I had, but I figured I'd be nice to you both."
"Thanks, Dad."
"I'm the man," he teased. "So, remind me which ones we're looking at?"
Embry took on a lot of the conversation on the drive up to Port Angeles, going over each car we'd put on the consideration list, it's positives and negatives, Blue Book resale values-lots of technical guy-stuff. When we arrived, Charlie treated us to lunch at a Mexican restaurant before we hit dealership row. Between Charlie's "Forks Police Department" t-shirt that he was wearing underneath his standard plaid shirt and Embry's imposing size and expression, the salesguys were very well-behaved where I was concerned. At the end of an afternoon of test drives and sales pitches, I picked a nice safe Honda Accord 4-door sedan in a soothing silver-grey. Charlie gave them a down payment-some from him, more from my mom and Phil, and the rest from the truck's salvage-and called the insurance company to have them transfer the payout for my truck to the dealership to make up the difference.
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Embry POV
"Hey, Charlie?"
"Yeah, Embry?"
"I know it's short notice, but would it be okay with you if Bella and I hung around here for a little while? Maybe catch a movie before heading back to Forks? If she wants to, that is," I looked in Bella's direction automatically.
He gave me a long look. "Have fun. Give me a call when you're heading back, okay? And one to your mom, too."
"Will do."
Quickly striding over to Bella's side, I leaned down to pose the idea to her. "Want that Port Angeles date we'd talked about?"
"Charlie?"
"We're good. I know it's clichéd, but maybe dinner and a movie this time?"
"Sounds nice."
After seeing Charlie off, we found a parking spot near the small movie theater and scoped out the viewing options. We were both interested in seeing the new historical movie Lincoln, so Embry bought our tickets and we walked around the downtown area before finding a place to have dinner.
"Can you believe there's just a few weeks left until school starts again?" I asked.
"Not really. I guess I'll be glad to get it started so it can eventually end, but I'm not sure I'm ready for it."
"I know what you mean. Not much choice about it, I guess, but I'm going to miss spending all my time with you. I'll still get to spend some, but not as much as I'd like."
"It'll be a balancing act, won't it? Time for us, doing homework, and time for our parents and friends."
"We'll be able to combine some of it, though. My mom said okay to that exchange program, so I'll be coming up to Forks for some of my classes. She'll enroll me next week."
"That will be really great to have you around," Bella smiled and her eyes sparkled.
I couldn't agree more, or argue with the chance to rub it in certain guys' faces that Bella had chosen me instead of them.
"But we'll think about school only when we have to. We've still got a little more free time left, so what should we do with it?"
Her face went thoughtful. "Well, I've got an idea. Maybe a crazy one, though."
"Sometimes the best ideas are the crazy ones. What is it?
"I want to find a meadow in the mountains."
"Okay... Why?"
"Like I said: it's crazy. The meadow is a place that Edward took me to once, something he'd found on one of those hiking expeditions they were always taking. He said it was his special place to get away from everyone else. I guess that I want to steal it, insane as that might seem. He took a lot from me when he left, and I want to steal this from him. I know he won't ever know about it, but I will."
It was kinda crazy: both for itself and for Bella being on the same mental wavelength as me. But I could see her point, and the idea of sticking it to my girl's ex did have a lot of appeal. "Know where it is?"
"I know where we started from and the direction we went, but I'm not completely sure after that," she admitted.
"Okay, so we'll do some online searching first. That Google Earth thing ought to point us the right way."
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The promised 'we're on our way home' phone calls to our parents taken care of, Bella slid into the driver's seat of her new car and we headed out. Rehashing of the movie we'd seen took part of the time, and then I fiddled with the dashboard buttons until she slapped my hand away.
"My car."
It would have been nice to put Bella's new car to good use once we got back, but the floodlights illuminating the driveway and the twitching curtain over the living room window were very effective deterrents.
"Hang out again tomorrow?"
"Sure. I'll come to your place."
"You sure? I can come up here."
"I'm sure. Maybe...maybe we can fit in some of that self-discovery work."
Gulp. "Yeah. Sure. If you want to."
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Bella POV
I did want to. I was really glad now that I'd been proactive about scheduling that appointment, since it was getting more and more likely that I'd actually need it.
So when Charlie went out for his typical Sunday fishing trip-with Harry Clearwater this time-I headed down to Embry's.
"Mom got offered a shift at work today, so it's just us. Anything you want to do?"
Cue the blush. "Just hang out?"
"Fine by me. Want to swing in the hammock in the backyard?"
"Only if you promise me I won't fall out."
"I promise. And if we did happen to tip over, I'd break your fall, Wisatsu'upat."
"My hero. Wait, what was that?"
"Wisatsu'upat is the Quileute word for 'woman'. If we get in the hammock and then fall out, I'll break your fall, woman."
Despite my initial doubts, I quickly realized that hammocks were great for cuddling; in fact, they practically demanded it. Once we were settled, though, a niggle of doubt returned. How was this supposed to work? But I just took a deep breath and thought about what Leah had told me: "Just trust your instincts, and trust Embry. I have a feeling he'll look after both of you."
I did believe Leah, and I did trust Embry, but there was something I needed to know first.
"Embry?"
"Yeah?"
"What did that other thing mean?"
"Which thing?"
"The one you wouldn't translate for me back when you taught me a bunch of Makah words and phrases."
"Knew you wouldn't forget about that," he admitted.
"It can't be a bad thing," I was sure about that much.
"No, it's not. It's good. I just…it was probably way too soon to be saying it, even if you didn't understand what it was. I'm not sorry I said it, though. You're the only woman I've ever said that to, and the only one I ever plan to, at least that way—Mom doesn't count."
"Embry," I repeated quietly, "what does it mean?"
"Ya bisapsi cux is the Makah way of saying 'I love you'."
I'd come to know Embry well enough this summer to believe his sincerity. He wasn't the kind of guy to say that to a girl unless he believed it head to toe, inside and out, and every other way. "Wow," I finally said.
"I know you might not feel that way about me, but—"
"Or I might. But, I don't know if I can say it yet. I said it to Edward, maybe too soon, and since he left I've wondered if I really knew anything about it. Embry, you're amazing and incredible and wonderful and too many other things. I think I might, or maybe I already do, but I want to say it when I'm completely and positively sure."
Embry just rested his head against mine and somehow got the hammock rocking a little bit.
"Is there something you'd like to...?" I asked after a while.
Embry took a deep breath, but didn't speak.
"It'll be okay," I promised. "We've got to be honest with each other, right? If it's something I'm not ready for, I promise I'll say so."
Another deep breath and he took me at my word. "I want to touch you again. Like that day when you slipped in the hallway trying to run back to your kitchen."
It was my turn for a deep breath. I'd be lying if I said that I hadn't thought about that accidental encounter or what a repeat might be like. So did I want to find out now?
"Okay," and I shifted so that I could reach one hand under the hem of my shirt and up to release the front closure of my bra, then shift the cups to the sides.
Embry's gulp was audible.
"I'll let you decide," I whispered, trusting him as I knew I should.
Embry locked eyes with me and then a moment later his hand closed over my shirt-covered breast. He had to feel my heart stutter and then start to pound. It felt like he truly held my heart in his hand. Embry's fingers started to knead my flesh, down to the edges and then up to circle and flick over my nipple. I gasped in reaction. That seemed to embolden Embry, who shifted in the hammock to lean over me a little, his elbows anchored in the netting on either side of me. His arms were long enough that they could still reach up, allowing both his hands to cover my breasts. The sensation was enough to send my head backward, curving my neck upward. Embry stretched and started sucking on my neck again like he'd done yesterday.
I moaned, trying to stay quiet so that any neighbors wouldn't hear me. Embry's hands on my chest were one thing, but his new position had all of him pressed up against me. Another moan was pulled out of me when one of Embry's hands drifted down and then his fingers began dancing over my stomach. They began traveling again and went up and over my breast. His hand-me-I jerked violently from the sheer power of the sensation.
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Embry POV
My dreams had actually done a good job, but the reality was even better. Bella's breasts weren't like the ones in those skin mags, but they were just perfect to fit in my hands. And the skin-on-skin contact...Before I quite knew what was happening, we were rotating and falling. I couldn't say how I managed it, but somehow I turned us in midair so that when we hit the ground, it was me on the bottom and Bella landing on top of me. The shock of the impact jolted both of us and temporarily lessened my appreciation for the fact that my girlfriend was now right where I'd been dreaming of her being.
"Damn it," she swore, face a vibrant red. "I knew that hammock was going to hate me."
"It was my fault. I'm the one who suggested it. Are you okay?"
Bella moved experimentally, and boy, did I react. So did Bella, once she felt my renewed erection. We broke apart, both of us embarrassed. While I might-did-would-want that, right now it was skipping more steps than either of us was comfortable with. I'd only just admitted to her that I loved her, and she'd only just said that she might be on her way to loving me back. I could respect that she wanted to really and truly mean the words when she said them. Hopefully it would be soon. In the meantime, taking this all the way would wait.
"I-I'm o-k-kay," she stuttered, from where she'd slid off to sit on the ground next to me.
"Want to go inside and have a do-over?" I offered. "I think it's your turn."
"My turn?"
I jumped up and helped Bella to her feet. "Yeah. Your turn to say what you want to try. If you still want to, that is?"
We held hand as we walked into the house. Finally, Bella answered me. "Yes."
I exhaled loudly. "Okay. What would you like?" I pulled her in for a hug, figuring she might like at least the illusion of privacy while she shared her wish.
"Can...I see you?"
Heart-pounding. "Yeah. Of course." Leading the way to my room, I tried to think of how to do this. No stupid ridiculous strip-tease, but not a rush-job, either.
We stood in the middle of my bedroom, the bed behind me, the desk and chair behind Bella. I wasn't sure whether or not I should watch her. Thinking that it ought to be okay at least for now, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the end of the bed. I could hear her breathing increase and even imagined that I could hear her heart-rate speed up. I stayed still, letting her look at me and waiting for Bella to say if she wanted more or not. A few steps brought her up in front of me and she ran her hands up my chest again, like she had yesterday. And of course my body reacted to her touching me. Just like the night she'd stayed over, my shorts were lacking when it came to concealment. Bella inhaled sharply when she noticed. Then she stepped back, which hurt.
"Can I see all of you?" her lip was caught between her teeth, but she sounded sure enough.
I just nodded, not sure if I would be able to say anything. I dealt with the button and zipper on my jean shorts, paused for a moment to steal my nerves, and then pulled my shorts down, letting them fall to the floor where I could step out of them. My boxers did even less than the shorts at hiding my reaction to her.
Don't lose it, Embry. And don't scare her.
I moved closer to the bed, and pulled off my boxers as I sat down. Swinging my legs up, I stretched out like I was going to sleep and looked back over at her. Bella's eyes were shifting around, and my dick twitched at the thought of being the object of her attention. My hands went from lying at my sides, to behind my head, to back down, and then back up again as I tried to figure out what to do with them. Seeing my nerves seemed to settle Bella's somehow, and she slowly started walking closer.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not really. Yes. No. Maybe. It's a good feeling mostly. I-take care of things when it gets to be too much. And that feels really good."
Her hands moved aimlessly and ended up behind her back. "If it's something I'm not ready for, I'll say so." Okay, so the part of my dream where she got me off would need to wait. I was okay with that-at least I thought I was.
Thought after thought flashed across her face, until she asked, "What do you do?"
Have mercy! Did she want to see...?
"Tell you?" I managed to ask.
"Don't you need to...?
Oh, did I ever. It felt like I was caught in a vice-grip. "Yeah," came out of my gritted teeth. "You don't have to watch. It won't take long."
"I-I want to. I think," her confession was mostly breathed.
I reached blindly to my nightstand drawer for the half-empty tube of lube. Warming it between my hands, I reached down and started coating myself with it. It was familiar, and yet it wasn't. There was the added dimension now of knowing...seeing...feeling that Bella was watching me get myself off. One day, someday, it would be her doing this with me, to me. Twist, pull, squeeze my balls to try and hold off the inevitable... Like I'd told Bella, it didn't take long at all before I felt the tell-tale tightening of my body that presaged an explosive orgasm. What shot me clean over the edge was the light touch of Bella's hand coming to rest on top of mine. With a shout I had no prayer of preventing, I lost it, shooting my seed up into the air and down onto my stomach and our hands. I knew I needed to grab something and wipe my cum up before it dried, but I was completely incapable of moving, or even opening my eyes. I nearly shot up off the bed again when fabric began brushing against my softened cock and the mess on my body. Summoning the energy to slit my eyes open, I saw what the answer was: Bella had grabbed my shirt and was cleaning me up.
"Thanks. That's good," I managed to force the words out of an arid throat. "But too much of that, and I'll just have the same problem again."
"Hungry?" Bella asked, not looking up at me.
"Always, it seems like. We can grab something. Maybe watch a movie, too."
"Yeah. I'll just-"
I sat up, snatching the shirt to drop onto my lap. "Bella? Are you okay? Should I not have-?"
"I just-I never knew...I mean, I did, but I didn't. You know?"
Yeah, I did know. Sex-ed, magazines, and locker-room gossip didn't come close to really describing the reality. "Yeah, I know. But you're okay?" I pressed for the reassurance.
"Yes. Thank you."
Bella left the bedroom so that I could put on new clothes. She had a simple lunch underway in just the short time it took me to join her. Food in hand, we settled on the couch for some tame cuddling and the first Bourne movie. Today had been amazing-mindblowing. I wonder what tomorrow will be like.
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I really hope you like this. I'm happy with how it turned out (even though I didn't expect it to be nearly 6,000 words), but now it's in your hands as the readers to say what you think. Please let me know. Was it too much, too fast? Just right? Left you wanting more? Whatever you think, I'd love to hear it.