Chapter 14
As my junior year was nearing its end, my friends suggested we attend a big party hosted by one of the seniors, as his parents were out of town. I had never been to a party like this before and knew it would be a unique experience. Amber offered to drive, and she came over to help me pick out an outfit.
"Oh, I love this mini skirt, Bella. You should definitely wear this one," she said, holding up my red leather mini that Demetri had insisted I get. It would be the first chance I'd get to wear it, as I had felt it was a little too provocative for school.
"Okay, what about this top?" I asked, holding up a white one that hugged my curves tightly. My figure had become much more womanly this past year, and I was loving it.
"Perfect, but why don't you wear this bra under it?" she suggested, holding up the new, sexy red bra I had purchased at Victoria's Secret. I smiled a wicked smile and quickly turned around, changing into the bra, and then putting the white blouse over it.
As I turned back, Amber proclaimed, "Damn, that's hot, Bella. You can see the red of your bra through your shirt. You'll be sure to turn heads wearing that ensemble."
I looked in the mirror, and holy hell, I did look really sexy. "I love it. Let's go pick up Sandy and Chrissy."
After picking up the other girls, we headed off to the party. We arrived around 8:30, and the party was already rocking. It was fortunate that this guy lived at the end of a long driveway, or the neighboring houses would have definitely been complaining about the noise.
As we walked in, the music was blaring, and people were dancing in the main rooms. The house was packed, and everyone looked to be having a great time—talking, goofing off, or doing anything a high school student could think of to unwind. I had never danced before, thanks to my clumsiness, and I was wondering if I would be able to dance now as well. Soon, I found myself dancing with my friends, and to my surprise, I could dance. Would miracles never cease?
As I danced to the music, I felt someone come up behind me and start dancing. I turned around, and wow, that was a good-looking guy. Not vampire good-looking, but really hot for a human. I didn't know him, so he must be a senior. I smiled at him and turned around fully to dance with him. After the song had ended, he introduced himself as Bret.
"Nice to meet you, Bret. I don't think I've seen you before. Are you a senior?" I inquired, and he nodded in confirmation.
He was tall, maybe 6'1", and well-built, with the appearance of an athlete. "Would you like to talk? I could get you a drink," he offered, pointing over to where there was a beer keg. I had never had beer before, and I figured I should probably try it at least once before I found myself only wanting to drink Bret's blood.
"Sure, that sounds nice." I turned my head and winked at my friends as Bret led me to the drinks. As I took my first sip, I thought, 'I think I would rather drink his blood. This tastes like shit.' On the outside, though, I smiled and thanked him. Why would anyone want to drink this? The only reason I could think of was it got you drunk, but I would have thought the beer companies would have made their drinks taste good. Oh well.
Drinks in hand, Bret led me to a quieter room, and we started talking. Bret was actually pretty cool. He was an athlete, a wide receiver on the school football team, whatever that meant. We discovered we had some similar tastes in books and TV shows. We spent most of the night chatting and dancing a little more. As it was time to leave, Bret asked if he could take me out sometime. I smiled and nodded, and we exchanged numbers. He said he would call me tomorrow so we could make plans. Nice, a date, and I was actually looking forward to it.
Bret and I had our first date later in the week, and we had a great time. He took me mini golfing, which turned out to be a lot of fun. To my surprise, my hand-eye coordination had also improved, and even though I had only played mini golf a couple times before, I managed to beat him. I jokingly attributed it to beginners' luck. After the date, he drove me home, and he didn't hesitate to give me a big kiss on the lips. It felt really good, and I wrapped my arms around him, enjoying the moment.
Our next few dates were an absolute blast. We went out to eat several times and one night did the classic dinner and a movie routine. Feeling a bit playful, I let Bret know I wanted to watch some sappy romantic film, but secretly, I was hoping for a chance to sit in the back of the theater and indulge in a passionate make-out session. Although we had shared a few kisses at the end of our previous dates, the idea of making out with him excited me. I don't think Bret minded my movie choice at all, and truth be told, it was probably the most enjoyable movie experience I had ever had, and I don't think I looked at the screen once.
We had been dating for nearly a month now, early on we had discovered our shared love for jogging. After school, we made it a daily routine to go for runs together, enjoying both each other's company and the exercise. This weekend, we went for an extra long afternoon jog. Although we weren't running at a fast pace, after three miles Bret was drenched in sweat and breathing heavily.
"Hang on one second," Bret said, coming to a stop and reaching for his water bottle. I watched as he finished the contents off. Despite his fatigue, he looked incredible, and was in excellent shape. I couldn't help but admire the definition in his arm muscles and chest, accentuated by the glistening sweat on his body. It seemed he noticed my gaze, and with a smile, he remarked, "I still don't know how you do it, Bella. You barely have a sweat going. You don't even look tired or out of breath."
"I guess I'm just lucky," I replied with a playful grin. I considered feigning tiredness, but I didn't want to come across as unusual if my acting skills weren't convincing enough. Instead, I motioned for Bret to sit on the nearby bench, and he gladly obliged. I stood behind him, massaging his shoulders, and leaned in to whisper in the sexiest voice I could muster, "If you can make it back to my place, I'll use the hose in the backyard to cool you off. And if you play your cards right, I might just let you return the favor. No one's home, and I'm curious what would happen to this thin white t-shirt. Any interest in seeing me soaking wet?" I added a little moan to really drive him crazy. "Or perhaps we should find a cab to take you home?"
Bret jumped up, and I couldn't help but smile. "No need for that, Bella. I've gotten a second wind. Let's get back to your place."
I laughed, happy that he was up for it. "Sounds good to me." We jogged back to my place, and I was amused that Bret didn't complain once during the whole run. When we arrived at my house, I led him to our backyard, relieved that my mom and Phil were out for the day. Taking the hose, I started spraying him, thoroughly enjoying the sight of him all soaked and looking even hotter than before.
"I think it's my turn to use the hose, Bella," Bret said with a devilish grin.
I smiled at him, feeling a rush of excitement. "One second, I want to do this right." Swiftly, I took off my sports bra while still wearing my t-shirt, so he wouldn't get a full peek at the goods. Tossing the bra aside, I said, "Okay, don't blast me too hard." As the water hit me, it felt refreshing, starting with a light mist and then a more powerful spray as Bret seemed to be enjoying himself. I noticed a bulge in his shorts, but I wasn't quite ready to go there yet. Nevertheless, this was a good first step in exploring our intimacy.
Looking down, I saw my white t-shirt clinging to my breasts, accentuating them. "Wow, you can really make out my nipples. I hope I'm not offending your sensitive eyes. Should I go cover up?" I laughed as I noticed the smile on Bret's face. I did some stretches, intentionally giving him a good unobstructed view. Thankfully, I wasn't self-conscious anymore, as I would have been mortified before my changes.
Bret eventually put the hose down and came over to me, picking me up so my breasts pressed fully against his chest. We made out for several minutes, and it felt great. We didn't go any further, but it was a nice advancement in our intimacy level. I was enjoying every moment of our time together.
As the weeks passed, Bret and I grew more comfortable together, and I couldn't help but feel that I was ready for more. I longed to experience the same feelings I had when I was with Demetri, and at the same time, I was curious about how it might be different being with a human.
It was that Friday when I was able to broach the subject with Bret. We were at my house, and my mom and Phil had gone out for the night, leaving us with the house to ourselves. We were making out on the sofa, and in the midst of it, I pulled back, looking Bret in the eyes, and said, "Bret, I really like you. Are you interested in taking things further, intimacy-wise?"
Bret gave me a big smile and said, "Yes, I'd like that, Bella. I really like you too, but I didn't know when I should bring it up. I'm open to pretty much anything. I didn't know if you were experienced or not, so I would only want to do things you're comfortable with."
That was nice of him to say. "Well, I've done it once before, so I'm not a complete novice. I don't think I'm ready to go all the way tonight, but maybe I could give you some pleasure? I could see what I have to look forward to?" There, I didn't think that was too slutty. A girl can ask to look at a guy's dick and see if she wants to do naughty things to it. Perfectly normal, I told myself.
Bret smiled and nodded. I watched intently as he quickly unbuckled his pants and pulled down his underwear. Wow, there it was, already standing straight in the air. As I studied his dick, it certainly looked different than Demitri's. For one, it was circumcised. I guess they didn't do that over 2000 years ago. It was also smaller, maybe five inches in length. I didn't really know where guys measured from. It did look inviting, and I motioned if I could touch it, and he quickly nodded.
As I wrapped my hand around it, it struck me how warm it felt. I was not used to that. It felt like it was red hot in my hand as I gently stroked him up and down. I really wanted a taste and see how a human compared to a vampire. I leaned in and swiped the tip with my tongue. Bret moaned, and I felt his dick get a little harder. I figured, here goes nothing, and wrapped my lips around the head. As I sucked on him a little and used my tongue to caress the sides, Bret moaned, 'God Bella, that feels so good.'
I continued pleasuring him, bobbing my head up and down on his dick. The action was arousing me, but the taste left me wanting. I couldn't place it, but it was kind of funky. Soon, he moaned, 'I'm about to cum, Bella. I can't.. oh god.. hold it any longer' I wanted to know how he tasted, so I sucked harder, really getting him worked up, and soon his body jerked, and he started cumming in my mouth. Well, that was not good. It tasted awful. I reluctantly swallowed it, but I did not think I would ever be doing this again. Goddamn it. Demetri had ruined me for all future human lovers. Damn vampires with their magic vampire cocks and good-tasting cum.
I lifted my head from Bret's dick and looked at his face to see if he seemed pleased. The smile on his face assured me that I had, in fact, done a good job. Bret pulled up his underwear and pants, zipping back up, and we talked for a bit before it was time for him to go. Before he did, I whispered that next time I would be ready to go all the way. He smiled at me and nodded, giving me one final kiss on the lips. I was ready to go all the way with Bret. I really liked him and would like to see how it is sleeping with a human. Hopefully, it would be better than blowing one.
Our next chance to do it was Tuesday. Bret had a big game on Monday. I had gone to several of his games. I did not know much about football, so I had asked the person I was sitting next to to explain some of it to me. It seems Bret was okay, but nothing major, the guy told me. That was okay with me. Being good at sports was not that important to me when it came to reasons to date someone. Our team lost, and while there were still two games left in the season, it did not look like they would be making the playoffs this year. I figured I could lift Bret's spirits with a "better luck next time" fuck.
I made sure my mom and Phil would be out for the night, and once everything was set, I invited Bret over. As soon as he arrived in my living room, the sexual tension and desires we felt overcame us, and we didn't waste any time before we started making out. This time, Bret took the lead, gently pulling my shirt off and unhooking my bra. As my breasts were freed, it felt incredibly liberating and exciting to be topless in front of someone again, and I eagerly watched as Bret cupped them in his hands, skillfully teasing and caressing them.
His touch made my nipples go hard, and without hesitation, he indulged in sensually sucking and nipping at them with his teeth. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I couldn't help but squirm with delight as he played with my breasts. The intense arousal was undeniable, and I couldn't contain myself as I suggested, "Let's move this to my bedroom."
Soon we were making out, lying on my bed. I helped Bret out of his shirt and pants but left his underwear on until we were ready to take things further. He reciprocated, helping me out of my pants, and with a nod from me, he pulled down my underwear. I had recently gone to a salon and gotten completely shaved down there. I liked it a lot more that way, and Bret must have felt the same because I felt his warm tongue lick up my center. God, I had missed this feeling.
He continued licking my slit and using his tongue in such a pleasurable way, sending me into a frenzy of arousal, but I wanted to orgasm with him inside me. Between my moans, I got out, "Let's have sex now. I'm more than ready. I hope you brought protection, right?"
Gratefully, he nodded, swiftly retrieving a condom from his pants. I wanted to watch closely, I had never seen a guy put one on before, and I observed intently as he pulled down his underwear and deftly tore open the package. Excitement surged through me as I watched him expertly roll it down his shaft until it was securely in place. This was it.
Uncertain of how he wanted to proceed, I settled in the center of my bed, spreading my legs wide with eager anticipation. With a smile, he positioned himself between my legs and started teasing my entrance with his dick. The feeling of needing more was getting too much for me, and I started rubbing the sides of his hard body. Oh God, I needed him inside me, and I started to whimper. He must have realized what I needed as he swiftly entered me. The sensation of him pumping in and out felt absolutely incredible. I watched intently as I saw his dick disappearing and pulling out after every thrust. I really needed this, and as our bodies started to move in sync, I gazed into his eyes and leaned in to kiss him, intensifying the pleasure of our intimate connection.
But after a few minutes, I realized I wasn't experiencing the same intensity I had hoped for. Human dicks simply didn't compare to vampires', but I knew Bret was doing his best, and it was probably just me. Then, the memory of how full and satisfying it felt when I rode Demetri sparked a new desire within me. "Bret, can I be on top? I'd love to ride you," I asked eagerly.
With excitement in his eyes, he nodded, and he rolled us over, so that I was straddling him. Ah, this was much better. Feeling him deeper inside me, I started to move my hips, bouncing up and down on his cock. The sensation was incredible, and uncontrollable moans of pleasure escaped me as I found my rhythm.
As I gazed down at Bret, the overwhelming desire to reach our climax together consumed me. With unrestrained passion, I moved my hips, riding him with escalating intensity as my orgasm approached. My breasts were bouncing and I could feel my climax taking over. My orgasm hit me hard and a euphoria washed over my entire body, clouding my thoughts.
And at the very peak of my ecstasy, I screamed out and slammed down on Bret one last time. But instead of him climaxing with me, I heard a gut-wrenching crack, and Bret let out a piercing scream of pain so loud, I thought he was dying.
I didn't know what to do. I had quickly gotten off Bret, but now he was crying and contorted in pain on my bed. Shit, shit, shit. Despite my repeated apologies, I doubted Bret could understand anything I was saying at that moment.
Reluctantly, I knew I had to call 911. Rushing to the phone, I dialed the number and explained urgently that my boyfriend had hurt himself, and I needed an ambulance right away. As I waited for help, I hastily got dressed, although I wished I could dress Bret, he was in no condition to be touched at the moment.
Within 5 minutes, an ambulance arrived with its sirens blaring, and to my horror, a fire engine followed closely behind. I felt sick. I quickly let the emergency responders in, and they rushed to attend to Bret. In a moment of truth, I had to admit that we were having sex when the accident occurred. Oh god, I could now hear more sirens, and yep, it was the police. Fuck my life.
They carefully strapped Bret, still naked, to a gurney, using a sheet to cover him up. As they wheeled him out, I saw a large gathering of onlookers to see what had happened, including several kids I recognized from school. I could overhear the paramedics speculating that he may have broken his pelvis.
What the fuck. I didn't have vampire strength. I couldn't believe this was the moment for whatever advanced strength I might have to kick in. At least, nobody suspected anything supernatural; they attributed it to extreme sex, perhaps thinking that Bret had a past football injury related to his pelvis. Yes, that explanation seemed plausible.
As they rushed Bret to the hospital, I found myself still giving statements to the police when my mom and Phil arrived home. A neighbor must have called them. Shit. Now, both the officers and I had to explain what had happened. It felt like a scene right out of an embarrassing raunchy teen comedy, not something that should be happening in real life, yet it had happened, and unfortunately, it had happened to me.
What a way to end my junior year. I still had two weeks of school left, and I dreaded the gossip that would inevitably spread. Bella Swan, the girl who broke some poor kid in half because she fucked him too hard. Not really the reputation I was going for.
After the police and everyone left, I sat exhausted on the sofa. My mom came over and handed me a drink. "It's soda, but I mixed in a little alcohol. I think you could use a little help to take the edge off after the night you've had."
I took the drink and started to sip it. "Thanks, mom. I can't believe all that happened. I don't know what I'm going to say tomorrow. I wish the school year was over."
"I know, honey. These things happen. Well… I've never heard of this exact thing happening. You must have really been rocking his world, honey," she said, trying to lighten the mood with a playful nudge on my shoulder. Her attempt brought a faint smile to my lips.
"You know me, Mom. I always put everything I have into a situation," I replied, sharing a laugh with her as I nursed my drink, finding solace in its soothing effect that eased the tension of the night's events.
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