Chapter 3 - Phenomenon

Renesmee

I drove much too fast home in the rain, but I saw Jacob was doing well keeping pace with me. I ran through our conversation in my head and found nothing out of the ordinary. A reservation boy with two sisters who had moved out to the city to be a mechanic. The only thing he had said that was different from a normal 20-something was that both his parents were dead. But it wasn't impossible to tragically lose both parents early in life, I supposed.

I pulled into the parking garage and I watched Jacob park on the street, looking up at the building. It was probably nicer than his apartment, I thought. Mechanics probably didn't make as much money as doctors. Nor, most likely, did he have an aunt who was dead accurate for predicting stocks.

I walked out from the parking garage, trying not to rush.

"Nice place," he said. "How long have you lived here?"

"About 10 years," said Nessie, without thinking.

"Even when you were a student?" Jacob asked intuitively.

"Yes, my parents paid for it then. They're well-off."

"What do they do for work?" Jacob asked.

Nessie thought about her parents, both of whom would have been starving artists in a human life. Her father, the composer of beautiful symphonies. Her mother, the writer of poems and novels. She decided to base her lie on her grandparents instead.

"My dad's a doctor, too. And my mom is an architect."

"Wow," said Jacob, clearly impressed. "You're dad must be proud that you became a doctor, too."

"Yes," I said, smiling as I remembered my grandfather's face when I graduated from medical school 30 years ago. "He really is."

They entered her apartment and the lights came on automatically. It was a luxurious space with a large window that displayed the Seattle skyline on clearer days. Jacob walked forward and stared out the window, not saying anything. She stared at his back. Even through the loose button-down she could see that he was in very, very good shape. She gulped and he turned around as though he could hear it. He smiled at her.

"So, what is this private discussion you wanted to have with me?" he asked.

"I don't really know where to begin," I said, breathlessly. "You're just… different. There's something about you."

"There's something about you, too," he said, more seriously. "I could tell right away. You're different. In a good way."

"You too. In a good way."

Jacob had approached me now, he was very close.

"But I don't understand exactly how you're different," I continued, trying to keep my head clear. I wanted to know if Jacob was like me, and at the same time I was terrified of scaring him away.

"I don't understand you either," said Jacob, softly, looking contemplative. "But I don't know if we should try to describe who we are. At least, not right away. At least, not in words."

"Not in words?" I smiled, although my blood was racing. "So, no talking then?"

He shook his head and then leaned down so that his face was less than an inch away from mine. I couldn't help myself. I kissed him, fully and excitedly. He met my kiss with unexpected strength. I had never felt strength like this in a human man before. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly to my body. He was able to resist slightly, pulling away and leading me to the couch. I was amazed. What was he?

He sat down and I found myself sitting myself on top of him, straddling him, as though we were already lovers, as though we hadn't just met at a dog park a few hours ago. He placed his hands on my waist and we began to kiss again. I moved my body rhythmically over him, my dress riding up. I could feel how hard he was through his pants. He moaned softly under his breath, squeezing my hips hard as though to press me down against his erection. No one had ever been able to manipulate my body like that.

I found myself fumbling with his zipper through our passionate kissing. He gasped as I wrapped my hand around his cock. In one motion, I ripped my underwear off — I don't even think he noticed. Slowly, for it had been awhile, I let him enter me. He moaned and began to thrust, shallow at first, then deep. I cried out as he entered the deepest part of me. It had been so long, I couldn't believe I was coming to orgasm so quickly. But I could feel in the strength of his thrusts how he took me, how he could take me as hard as he wanted and that I could let myself be loose. I was free to grab his hair, to hold him tightly as I began to shake and moan, begging him for more and knowing I would get it.

He met my energy with similar enthusiasm, pulling down my dress so he could bury his face in my breasts, sucking and biting at my nipples, causing me to gasp. But he held me firmly to him. I could not escape. He was stronger than me. It was this thought that brought me to a second, more intense orgasm. I buried my face in his neck, practically sobbing with ecstasy. I could feel him cumming, too. He squeezed my ass so hard that it hurt. I had never felt pain before and I found that I loved it. He cried out as he came, thrusting hard and fast. We were holding each other so tightly I thought we might break. And then it was over. He released me slightly and we fell upon each other, gasping and shaking.