Edward’s Human Chapter 5: Serpents secrets sitting in a tree, a twilight fanfic

AN: HI GUYS! ANOTHER EPISODE IS OUT. TRYING TO UPDATE THIS THING WEEKLY, BUT IT MIGHT PUT ME BEHIND ON MY OTHER STORY. I WANNA GIVE YALL QUALITY. WITH THAT BEING SAID, ENJOY BELLA AND JASPERS LATEST DALLIANCE. DEFINITELY NOT SPONSORED BY BAT-MOBILE

RATED M FOR EXPLICIT LANGUAGE AND LEMONS AND DELICIOUS DESCRIPTIONS FROM DIRTY CHARACTERS THAT DONT BELONG TO ME

DISCLAIMER: I FEEL LIKE YOU GUYS KNOW WHAT GOES HERE... I ONLY OWN THE DIRTY WORDS. BUT I GIVE MY FUCKS AWAY FOR FREE AND FOR PRAISE...

I might have a praise kink... maybe...

Chapter 4

General Instructions

It's taking everything in me to be patient while the boys hunt. I watch as Emmet corners some poor, defenseless brown bear. He has some sort of vendetta against bears. It's not like he actually died when he lost that fight. Sometimes I feel like he's dead set on ridding the planet of bears, them being the tastiest of game is just a bonus for him.

Edward has officially stripped himself of his shirt, my usually neat brother got a bit of fight back from his favorite game and lost his precious shirt in the scuffle. I can sort of see what sweet Bella sees in him. His muscles are lean, but defined and that lithe body has exceptional grace even for a vampire. The only problem with Edward is that his head is screwed on wrong. His whole concept of love and sex is upside down and backwards, a position I wouldn't mind seeing Bella in.

His skin is sparkling in the sunlight, and I feel a flash of lust from him as Emmet emerges from the underbrush covered in blood. It's fairly easy to ignore these emotions. We all have them… especially after feeding. Hell, I've had hard-ons for every single member of the family at one point or another. It's natural. Edward would deny it and therein lies the problem. As the boys finish up Edward locks eyes with me, "You get enough, Jazz? You're the only one not going on the big trip and I want to make sure Bella is safe. I don't want you taking risks with your control."

I bite back a growl, "I'm more than capable of handling my thirst around Bella, Edward. It's significantly easier when I don't add extra vampires to that mix. In particular… you. I promise I will not harm your girlfriend."

"Thank you." That flash of lust is back and I know he knows I felt that. I know he's reading my mind for clues that I would embarrass him or not. Your secret of impure urges is safe with me, Edward. I've been around the block before, brother. I don't judge.

He nods briefly but stays around until Emmet is ready to go. This gives me the opportunity to get some 'me-time.' Perfect pleasurable pants-dropping me time. Time to roll tape on the fragile temptress from the lake. So fucking good.

My hands work my length furiously now that I have time to myself. I swear, sometimes it feels like I'm never alone anymore. All I want to do is defile Edward's human, or at least fantasize about it. The nerve of these vampires. I'm completely beside myself that they don't trust me.

My grip strengthens around myself and I'm getting so fucking close when my phone begins to blast the air around me with "Danger and Dread" by Brown Bird. Oh my precious little bird is calling me,

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your call, Miss Swan?"

Precious Bella takes a second to respond, "Hi Jasper, uh, so I was just wondering-… You see, uh.. I was trying-.. Ugh, never mind, forget it."

Now I'm intrigued. "I'm sorry, pretty Bella. Please tell me."

"It's embarrassing, I'm not sure why I called." I can hear a sort of shuffling sound on the other end, like fabric sheets being shifted around.

"Are you in bed, pretty girl? Did you call me because you missed me? I wonder what's gotten my delicious little snack pack so frustrated she can't speak right." I tease her.

"I…. Umm… I was trying to… do.. that thing. You know, what you did? At the lake? I was trying to do that to myself, but it's not working… and I can't figure it out. I don't know why I called you… it's just… I don't have anyone else to talk to about this kind of thing, and… you know what? Don't worry about it, it's stupid, I'm stupid. Just forget I called." She hangs up immediately. Well that won't do.

I call her back and after three rings I can hear her breathing. I may not be able to sense her emotions but I know she's desperate and embarrassed. "Bella, doll, I'd love to help you. If you'll allow me to, I can tell you what to do."

I hear a feint squeak and some more shuffling before she whispers, "Please, Jasper. …I need it."

Music to my ears. "Do you have a headset? So that both of your hands will be free?"

She giggles lightly and sighs, "I'm one step ahead of you there."

"Oh, you naughty girl. You knew I would help." I chuckle as my voice takes on a huskier tone, "Okay darlin', take your hands away from the area first. You need to build to it, okay?" I hear a hum in response before I continue, "It helps if you relax, so try not to get nervous or embarrassed, it'll only frustrate you, pretty. I think you've had enough frustration, hmm?"

She giggles, "That's an understatement."

My own hand palms at my cock, but my focus right now is on my experimenting human fascination, "I want you to do exactly as I say. Got it? Good. Now take your fingertips and place them on the side of your thigh. Beautiful. Now slowly drag them across your skin from your hips all the way up to those perfect breasts of yours. Massage that soft flesh in your palm as you work your thumbs towards the peak of your nipple." I hear a gasp on the line, "Mmh… Those sounds of yours are gonna drive me crazy."

Bella moans softly and pleads, "Nnh Jasper.." she's desperate and I won't leave her hanging.

I smile and continue to instruct, "Take your nipple between your thumb and your forefinger and pinch it slightly, rolling it and tugging it lightly."

"A-ahh Jasper." She purred.

"That's the idea, doll." I laugh, "Are you rubbing those beautiful, creamy white thighs together? Are they slick against each other? Are those knees kneading around each other, yearning for the right kind of friction? How much do you wish I had my hands between those legs right now?"

"Jasper, please…"

"Take your right hand and drag it down your stomach, grazing it over your navel, slowly over your mound and right down in between those delicious folds below. Not too fast, now, and not all the way in. Tease yourself right at your entrance. Just gently, up and down. Good girl. You should be feeling wetter and wetter as you keep this up." I hear a slight, nervous giggle and a smirk spread across my face, "Okay, pretty girl, now I want you to drag two fingers up right above those folds and start to make slow, small circles against that little pink bump you have there. The one that aches to be touched. Keep it soft and slow."

I can hear her humming and mewling.

"Mmmm, how wet are you, sweet Bella? Are you dripping all over your sheets? I bet you are. I bet you're over there writhing, yearning for all the dirty things you want me to do to you, aren't you?"

"Nnghh.. h-hah.. Yes, Jasper…" yes, say my name.

"I want you to carefully slip one finger halfway inside that pretty little pussy you have and squeeze around it. Good. Pull it out. Yes, just like that." I can tell by her sounds that she's doing exactly what I tell her to as I say it. "Now I want you to push it in as far as it will go. Curl that finger into a hook, like you're pushing against the top of the inside. Feel those ridges up top there?" I listen to her tiny gasp of confirmation, "If you get all the way to the back of it, just past all those ridges, the area should feel more pliant, smooth, the texture changes. Perfect, right there. That's the spot inside I'll aim for when I want you to scream." I don't have to be an empath to recognize that change in her breathing… that unsteady, shaky inhale… It's so fucking hot and I'm all the way out here, up in a tree, completely hard and stroking away to my tasty little plaything's sweet breathy music. "Now slowly increase your pace little by little, doll. Push against that spot. Listen to what your body is telling you. Find that sweet rhythm. That's it. Good girl."

"Oh… fuck… Jasper this feels…" she groans and goddammit if I didn't think I could get harder than I already was, I was sorely mistaken. My body is humming, vibrating, pulsing with need for the girl moaning my name.

I tighten my grip around myself once more and enjoy her sweet sounds, "Tell me what you're feeling, Bella."

"So hot… I feel like I'm on fire. But in a good way…" she shuddered audibly, "Jasper… I…"

"What, Bella? What are you picturing? What are you thinking about? Are you lying there, hands all over yourself, thinking about what it'll feel like when I finally slide my cock into you? Are you picturing writhing underneath my naked body as I fuck you into the mattress? Tell me, Bella."

Her breathing was coming out in short panting breaths, "Yes, oh god! Yes! Fuck…. Jasper… I'm gonna…" I hear rustling and slick moisture in the background and I know she's close, "I'm gonna…"

"Do it, pretty girl, cum for me, Bella. Cum hard all over those pretty, little fingers for me, princess." I practically growl into the receiver as my own rhythm is becoming erratic listening to her whimpers and moans, and my god I can't wait until I can take her. To have her. I will have her.

I can hear her reaching the edge and she's almost there and I'm almost there and she cries out, "Oh fuck! Jas-… Jasperrrrh, N-nngh!!…" and I know it's over for me. My body stutters and shakes as my cock explodes through my fingers.

The next minute felt so long, and I savored every damn second of it, listening to my little human obsession melt into bliss under my orders. Every pant and moan adding to that gorgeous symphony of lust that I caused. Next time I'll be there in person, fucking her face into one of those pillows myself. I need her. I will have her.

"How was it, my sweet Bella?" I ask once I hear her breathing evens out a bit.

"It was… thank you."

"Anytime, pretty girl, the pleasure was all mine." I smiled and added, "Well… not all mine."

She giggled and yawned, "Really, Jasper, thank you. For… helping me. I've been at this for longer than I'd like to admit, haha.. and… I've been going a little crazy lately and you've kind of felt like the only person who's listening, or paying attention even, to what I want. You've made me feel a little less crazy."

"Anytime, doll, get some sleep." I sighed. "Goodnight, Bella."

"Goodnight Jasper." She whispered and if I guessed correctly, which is likely, her face must be flushed with that delectable pink color right now. Strawberries and cream. That girl is magnificent. Fucking perfection in her very soul. I need her.

I drag my ass from my tree perch and slip into a nearby river. No use showing up at the house smelling like sex.

"Oh god! Jasper you're soaked!" Alice shouts from the doorway, "That sweater was Armani! How could you? What did Armani ever do to you?!"

"Spare me the theatrics, Alice. I'll let you know right now I don't care." I shrug and zip up to my shower. I toss my wet clothes in the sink and walk my way into the glass encased rain shower. It's heaven. The water heats just right, filling the room with steam. My hands snake their way down my abdomen and I close my eyes. Fucking perfection.

My beautiful sweet Bella called me and I listened to her cum for me. She called out my name. She finds her comfort and arousal through me and I know my plan is working out perfectly. Alice suspects nothing, Edward suspects nothing and all the while I'm slowly chipping away at them in her mind and bringing her to me.

I'll have to figure out if there's anything that will close the deal. I need for her to choose me. I need her to be mine, just mine. Hmmm… Bella… all mine, Bella. All mine, wrapped around me, squirming in my arms as I tease out her orgasms Bella.

My hand drifts to my length for the third round today and I can't stop myself. My grip is softer than usual, so I can picture her beautiful small delicate hands. They would be so warm. I would hear her heartbeat fast and erratic as her lust builds. I would taste her. Oh fuck I need to taste her. I need to bury my tongue deep in that mouthwatering pussy and lap at her like a parched man in the desert and she's the oasis I've finally found.

I would feel her clit pulse against my tongue, her walls would tighten around it, I would make it vibrate against her most sensitive flesh. That fucking treasure between her legs is calling to me. I could dive right in like that greedy cartoon duck. Swim in her. Bathe in her. My fucking goddess of feral need and desperation. All I can do is hope that she will need me as much as I need her. And I do.

BPOV

Part 2

PHONE A FRIEND

It's been about a week since the surprise lake trip that the Cullens planned out for me. And it's been a whole week of me trying to get to that same place Jasper took me to, my own little personal surprise present he gave to me that day. God, I can't stop thinking about it. And thinking about it gets me so worked up that I try to do something about it. And when I try to do something about it, all I can do is try. Try and fail. I don't know how he did it, but I need that again. That release is all I can think about and I'm spiraling out of control. Charlie's told me he's been worried about me because I've been locking myself in my room, blasting some music for several days straight. It's not like that. Not your normal teenage angst. Well I guess in some ways it is, but it's… different. Sex. Sex is all I can think about. The way Jasper's hand… the places it reached.. I never even knew you could do that.

I've got to know.

Once again, I'm by myself at home, Charlie's at work, doing cop things, so I get to it. I walk over to my iPod and scroll through it. Which should be the soundtrack to my attempt at self-love today? A few reels down, click after click, I find my playlist. I've curated it to be perfect for times like these. After a little more scrolling, I find a song that'll do. "Longview" by Green Day. I press play, put it on shuffle, and crank it up to cover any sounds that might escape while I play with myself. Climbing into bed, under my sheets, I do as the song says and bite my lip and close my eyes, reaching down between my legs to find my paradise. It started out okay, it usually does. I picture that gorgeous cowboy pinning his body up against my back, digging his fingers inside of me. Fuck. Jasper.. But then it happens again. Edward flashes into my thoughts. We are boyfriend and girlfriend after all. He just doesn't give me what I need. Like I've thought a million times: I'm a teenage girl, dammit. I have needs.

Jasper on the other hand… And speaking of hands, what talented hands he has indeed, mmh. He can play me like a violin. And make me cry just the same. It was like he knew what I would like more than I could ever imagine. So I try to do the same.

I delve my finger between my folds, already soaking wet to the tune of Jasper fingering me at the lake. Was it here? Or… here? I think it was like this… No, no, that's not it.. Ugh. I'm so freaking horny, but it's not working. I could ask him. No, that would be weird. It would be weird, right? Yeah. Totally weird. I can do it myself. I've done it before. Well, I've gotten myself there before. But. Well it wasn't like that. Not like Jasper did it. It wasn't nearly as good as when he did whatever magic he did. Was it magic? Did he use his powers…? I know he probably did while we were playing chicken, but.. No, it felt much more in-the-moment. I don't think he'd be the type of guy to plan it out so far as to use his gift on me. It was so real. So primal. But… He wanted me the way I want to be wanted.

After about half an hour of frustration, I'm about to lose my mind. My sheets are all wrinkled, I've thrown most of my pillows off the bed in fits of annoying dissatisfaction. Except the one I clutch onto and bury my face into when I'm close, in case I feel I'm getting too loud. But again, all I can get is close. I need Jasper. I need his help. I need a hand.

I scurry off the bed and fumble around, looking for that 'in case of emergencies' cell phone that Edward got for me. The one I told him I'd never use. The 'in case Bella gets into vampire-related danger' bat-phone. I grabbed the headset that came with and turn on the phone. I look through the settings and everything, and finally get to the contacts list. All of the Cullens are already programmed in, and I scroll through the names. Alice, Carlisle, Edward, Emmett, Esme, …Jasper. Okay, now that I see his name in front of me, I freeze. It sounded like a good idea a moment ago. But now that it's real, I don't know if I can do it. I'm so nervous. Who am I to call Edward's brother to ask for masturbation advice? Would it be considered phone sex if I call him? For this? I guess so. Whatever. We've already crossed a few lines as-is. One little phone call wouldn't make a difference. I know he wants me. He'll help. He'll definitely help. Get it together, Bella. You can do this.

I pace around my room, put on my sexiest panties and an oversized t-shirt and gather up the courage to press that call button. I keep hovering over his name. Jasper. I can do this. I can't do this. Yes. Yes I can. I hop into bed again, duck under the sheets, adjust my headset and get to fiddling. It couldn't hurt to get started before calling, right? Okay. Mm… that's nice. Okay. Let's do this. Only he can help me with this. He'll help.

I press call. It starts ringing. My heart is racing. Be cool, Bella. Breezy. You got this.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your call, Miss Swan?" Jasper answers in that husky yet smooth accent of his. It was only a couple of rings, so I was caught off-guard.

"Hi Jasper, uh, so I was just wondering-… You see, uh.. I was trying-.. Ugh, never mind, forget it." Dammit. I said breezy, Bella. That was not breezy.

"I'm sorry, pretty Bella. Please tell me." He said 'please.' And he called me pretty. Okay, ball's still in your court, Bella. You can do this.

"It's embarrassing, I'm not sure why I called." I shift around, scooting myself across my bed to a more comfortable position and stare into the ceiling, pondering how to ask him for what I want, trying to gather my confidence.

"Are you in bed, pretty girl? Did you call me because you missed me? I wonder what's gotten my delicious little snack pack so frustrated she can't speak right." Crap. He must've heard my sheets when I was moving around. Now he knows I'm in bed, on the phone with him. What do I do? Just nut up and be honest.

I bury my face into my pillow, that one, and scream. I'm such a freak. He probably thinks I'm acting like such a fool. But I told him. I told him what I was after. Maybe he'll call back. Yeah, right.

But then my phone rings. It's Jasper. Fuck yeah. Wait. What do I say this time? Oh fuck. Answer, but don't say anything. Wait till he says something. Play it cool.

"Bella, doll, I'd love to help you. If you'll allow me to, I can tell you what to do."

I squeak. I never squeak. Who am I? I'm not the type of girl to squeak. I didn't hear it, it didn't happen. Be cool. Be sexy, Bella.

"Please, Jasper. …I need it." Fucking nailed it!

"Do you have a headset? So that both of your hands will be free?"

I let out a light giggle and sigh, "I'm one step ahead of you there." Yes, I'm prepared. I knew I'd need my hands free for this.

"Oh, you naughty girl. You knew I would help." He chuckles and I hear his breathing. God, he's so hot. That cowboy voice of his gets a little deeper before he continues with:

"Okay darlin', take your hands away from the area first. You need to build to it, okay? It helps if you relax, so try not to get nervous or embarrassed, it'll only frustrate you, pretty. I think you've had enough frustration, hmm?"

"That's an understatement." He gets it. He must be paying closer attention to me than I thought. I giggle a little bit again and obediently await my orders.

"I want you to do exactly as I say. Got it? Good. Now take your fingertips and place them on the side of your thigh. Beautiful. Now slowly drag them across your skin from your hips all the way up to those perfect breasts of yours. Massage that soft flesh in your palm as you work your thumbs towards the peak of your nipple." I do as he says, my nipple is suddenly more sensitive. Goosebumps coat my skin as I massage myself and I gasp to my own touch, picturing Jasper right behind me,

"Mmh… Those sounds of yours are gonna drive me crazy." Jasper responds. He does pay close attention. It's so disarming. …and so hot. I better return the favor.

"Nnh Jasper.." I need more. Tell me what to do, Jasper, I want more.

"Take your nipple between your thumb and your forefinger and pinch it slightly, rolling it and tugging it lightly."

"A-ahh Jasper." I moan out and purr.

"That's the idea, doll." He laughs, "Are you rubbing those beautiful, creamy white thighs together? Are they slick against each other? Are those knees kneading around each other, yearning for the right kind of friction? How much do you wish I had my hands between those legs right now?"

"Jasper, please…" What he said is exactly what I want. It's almost like he can do what Edward can't: read my mind. More like my body, actually. It's eerie and exposing, but like that bikini Alice made me wear, I'm starting to like it. I want to show him everything. Jasper continues.

I nervously giggle to myself. It's like he's watching me right now. And I kind of love it.

"Okay, pretty girl, now I want you to drag two fingers up right above those folds and start to make slow, small circles against that little pink bump you have there. The one that aches to be touched. Keep it soft and slow."

I keep doing as he says. I like that he calls me 'pretty girl.' It makes me feel so… delicate and ladylike. Ugh. He's so charming. If I ever see him on horseback I'm gonna lose it.

"Mmmm, how wet are you, sweet Bella? Are you dripping all over your sheets? I bet you are. I bet you're over there writhing, yearning for all the dirty things you want me to do to you, aren't you?"

"Nnghh.. h-hah.. Yes, Jasper…" You said that already. Well, it's not like I can come up with anything that even compares to this little impromptu anatomy lesson he's helping me out with. His words are like molten silver, melting me with each new order. I wonder if he's touching himself, too. God, I wonder what his cock feels like. Mmh.

"I want you to carefully slip one finger halfway inside that pretty little pussy you have and squeeze around it. Good. Pull it out. Yes, just like that."

I follow every command, and make it as obvious as possible as I shift around my bed now that I know he's listening. At least I can help him imagine what I look like right now. But sexier.

"Now I want you to push it in as far as it will go. Curl that finger into a hook, like you're pushing against the top of the inside. Feel those ridges up top there?"

I do. That's new. Interesting. How does he know about those? I didn't even know about those. I gasp. It feels incredible as my soft fingertip suddenly feels much more rigid. This new area's so sensitive that each line of my fingerprints feels like it's scraping against those ridges, sending electric shocks through my body as I push further and further in, just as he tells me to do.

"If you get all the way to the back of it, just past all those ridges, the area should feel more pliant, smooth, the texture changes. Perfect, right there. That's the spot inside I'll aim for when I want you to scream."

Ohh fuck, that's-… mmh, that's not fair. How does he know? Ohh god. I arch my back to reach further in and tease right up against that spot he told me about. It's smooth. I push into it. Oh fuck, that's amazing. My breathing starts increasing rapidly. I can't control myself much longer. I await further instructions.

"Now slowly increase your pace little by little, doll. Push against that spot. Listen to what your body is telling you. Find that sweet rhythm. That's it. Good girl."

'Good girl,' he says. Like I'm his pet. I have to admit… I don't hate that idea, either. Jasper, what are you doing to me?

"Oh… fuck… Jasper this feels…" I groan. He's all I can think about right now. I moan his name over and over, aching for him to be here to do this for me. To me. He knows how to push all of my buttons just right, fuck.

"So hot… I feel like I'm on fire. But in a good way…" I shuddered, "Jasper… I…"

"Yes, oh god! Yes! Fuck…. Jasper… I'm gonna…" I pant and moan out, It'll be a few hours before Charlie comes home so I don't have to worry about being too loud. My fingers are so deep inside of me, middle and ring fingers digging against that spot he told me about as the slickly slide in and out while I picture his hand doing it to me instead. I reach out my arm and clutch my hand into a fist with my pillow gripped between my fingers as I claw into it, bracing myself for what's to come.

"I'm gonna…"

"Do it, pretty girl, cum for me, Bella. Cum hard all over those pretty, little fingers for me, princess." I hear him growl into my ear as I whimper and moan to the soundtrack of his rough, deep cowboy voice. I can hear the sound of skin on skin growing louder on the other end. He's touching himself to my moaning. I'm so glad. Better put on a show, then. Here comes the fireworks. I'm so close. Oh god, Jasper… Jasper, fuck, Jasper!!!

"Oh fuck! Jas-… Jasperrrrh, N-nngh!!…"

I moan out over the phone. I clench my eyes shut as my muscles tighten up, just the way they did that day at the lake. I'm cumming. Oh god, I'm cumming and it's so good. I've tried for a whole week, but this feeling, fuck it's worth it. My toes curl up together as I try my hardest to brace myself for an earth-shattering orgasm. My body convulses and I arch my back, pushing the back of my neck down into the bed as I thrust upward, feeling my pussy trying to suffocate my fingers as my knuckles are so tightly pressed against each other my fingers start to go numb. After a few seconds, frozen in this position, overwhelmed by ecstasy, I collapse back down onto the bed and start panting, desperately trying to regain my breath. My whole body is coated in a thin layer of sweat as I slowly pry my eyes open. Everything's still a glossy white blur as I begin to come-to. I wonder if he heard all that. I hope I wasn't too loud. I hope he enjoyed that as much as I did.

"How was it, my sweet Bella?" He asks after a long minute of radio silence on his end, as if he was waiting for me to finish cumming first. Like a true southern gentleman.

"It was… thank you." Is all I could think of to respond.

"Anytime, pretty girl, the pleasure was all mine." Not all- "Well… not all mine." Hey, that's what I just thinking.

I giggled. It's like we were on the same wavelength.

"Really, Jasper, thank you. For… helping me. I've been at this for longer than I'd like to admit, haha.. and… I've been going a little crazy lately and you've kind of felt like the only person who's listening, or paying attention even, to what I want. You've made me feel a little less crazy." Which is true. It's like he's the only one who understands how I'm feeling, and why I'm feeling how I'm feeling. It's so nice compared to- no, this isn't about him.

"Anytime, doll, get some sleep." He sighed. "Goodnight, Bella."

"Goodnight Jasper." I whispered back. My face is probably entirely red right now. As expected after experiencing those fireworks. Wow. That cowboy really knows how to give me goosebumps. Both kinds. It's official. I want him. God, I want him.

I've never felt this way with Edward. We'd always get to that place where we're about to start approaching the idea of getting remotely close to starting to thinking about sex, and then he just bails. He flees off in the distance, like a scared little boy. It almost makes me feel like I'm doing something wrong to him. I don't love the way that makes me feel. This on the other hand. This was amazing. I could get used to this. All this sexual tension, alleviated. Thanks to Jasper. And he didn't even need to touch me. Edward and I could have been doing this the whole time. I'm pissed. Why is he so afraid? I'm not afraid of him, even though I know what he, what all vampires, are capable of. He could have been calling me over the phone and helping me get close just like Jasper did. Although… I doubt it'd be anywhere near as good considering he's never done it before either.. Probably end up being all cerebral or poetic, which is nice and all if you're trying to woo the girl with your intelligence, but instead, no. We're this far into our relationship and he hasn't even tried to come up with a way to address the sexual tension between us in a healthy way. I've decided I'm not gonna feel bad about this shit anymore. If Jasper wants the girl Edward keeps in her original packaging, he's gonna get her. I'm not spending anymore time pleading and begging and crying over his ass anymore. It makes me feel pathetic. Jasper makes me feel pretty and sexy and fucking pleasure! God the pleasure. I will follow him wherever he's leading for that pleasure alone. I'm only a little scared he's gonna eat me… I'm also a little looking forward to it.