Chapter 41: Shower Fun Fun Happy Time
Two hours later, Bella and Sam had finalized a treaty. The wolves, or the Pack as Sam referred to them, and Bella would no longer be adversaries. She had agreed not to go to La Push or harm anyone in Forks or the surrounding areas, while they had agreed to stay out of her way and no longer attack her. The whole thing had truly been a waste of time, as she had no intention of going on a killing spree, and if they didn't want her on the reservation, that was their business. Why would she want to go down there anyway? The wolves were the worst-smelling dogs she had ever encountered, and it was just as bad when they were in their human forms. At least now she understood why Charlie's house reeked so much.
Bella had also uncovered some intriguing facts during her discussion with Sam. Apparently, James and that crazy redhead had terrorized La Push back when she was still in high school. They had killed several residents before the wolves managed to take down one of their companions and chase James and that redheaded bitch away. Sam had been visibly pleased when he learned that she had killed them.
She had also solved the mystery of how Charlie knew about vampires. It turned out that Charlie was quite the ladies' man and, unbeknownst to her, he had been dating Sue Clearwater, the woman she had scared earlier in the day. Well, Sue's son, Seth, one of the wolves waiting outside, had thought he was alone one day when he transformed into a wolf, but Charlie had seen everything. That was when they brought him into the fold, exposing him to the supernatural world of vampires and werewolves—or 'spirit warriors,' as Sam liked to call them. But that was a bunch of bullshit. They were obviously just werewolves with delusions of grandeur.
After finalizing the treaty, Bella and Sam sucked it up and reluctantly shook hands. Damn, Sam's skin was even hotter than a human's. With the agreement in place, she, Charlie, and Sam stepped outside to inform the pack of the outcome.
The pack mostly took it in stride, their expressions ranging from indifferent to mildly curious. However, one member spoke up, his voice affected by a noticeable lisp that caused a faint whistling sound as he spoke.
"How could you make an agreement with that thing, Sam? Look what it did to me." He opened his mouth wide, revealing two missing top canines and several badly chipped front teeth.
Bella could only shake her head in disbelief. "You do realize you were trying to bite my arm off, right? Trust me, you got off lucky."
Another wolf man, standing nearby, spoke up, his tone dismissive. "Chill out, Embry. They'll grow back in a month or two." Embry shot him a dirty look but didn't argue.
The man who had spoken then turned his attention to Bella, a grin spreading across his face. "Hey, thanks for not eating my mom."
Bella looked at him more closely, realizing this must be Seth, Sue's son. It sounded like he was joking around with her, so she smiled back at him, appreciating his attempt to lighten the mood.
Jake was awake again, and thankfully, he had put on some shorts. It seemed his massive problem had finally subsided. Now that she knew who Jake was, it was hard for Bella to equate the man with the gigantic cock to the annoying little boy she had thought about only this morning.
After the wolves left, Charlie had finally had enough. "I'm sorry, Bells. I'd love to talk with you about everything, but I can barely think straight. Let me get some shuteye, and then we can talk when I wake up, okay?"
"Of course, Dad. Go sleep. You need it," Bella replied, her voice filled with understanding. "I'm going to head back to the hotel and grab my things… that is, if you don't mind if I stay here now? Now that you know the truth, the reasons I had before for staying at the hotel aren't really applicable anymore." She paused, looking down at her disheveled appearance. "I really need a shower and have to get out of these clothes. These are headed straight for the incinerator. Being covered in wolf slime, not to mention the stench, is doing a real number on my nose."
Charlie smiled warmly. "Of course, you can stay here, Bells. Go get your stuff. I'll say goodnight, even though it's still morning. Looks like my sleep schedule is going to be all haywire for the next few days. Hopefully, you'll still be awake when I wake up tonight."
Bella chuckled, realizing just how little Charlie knew about vampires. It seemed they would be having a very interesting conversation once he was fully rested.
"Don't worry, Dad, I should be up. Ah, do you have any Febreze, or should I pick some up? Your house needs a good once-over after that hunting party came through," Bella said, wrinkling her nose. The stench lingering in Charlie's kitchen was almost unbearable.
Charlie chuckled. "Do whatever you feel is necessary. All my cleaning supplies are in the hall closet. Night, Bells."
Bella opened the door to her hotel room, inspecting it carefully before closing it behind her. She was relieved to see it hadn't suffered any damage from when she had slammed it in her haste to save Charlie. Stepping further into the room, she saw her makeup products spread out across the dresser, a colorful mess that made her shake her head and huff. It had been a good plan... Maybe they would be useful for some event in the future.
As she stood there, the sensation of her clothes touching her skin became unbearable. They were completely infused with now-dry wolf saliva, and the very thought of it made her shudder. God, those mutts smelled disgusting. Feeling like she had the cooties, she didn't want to go near any of her other clothes before she had thoroughly washed herself.
Walking to the far corner of the room, she created a shield in the form of a square box in front of her and proceeded to undress, placing her soiled clothes inside the shield box. Once she was naked, she formed a lid on the shield and proceeded to incinerate her clothes with great haste. The inferno in front of her burned brightly, illuminating the room with an eerie glow. She hoped she would never get covered in a stink like that ever again. After a minute, her clothes were reduced to a few wisps of ash.
Bella walked into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, watching as steam began to rise and fill the room. While she waited for the water to reach the scalding temperature she preferred, her mind drifted back to what Sam had said. According to him, she stunk to the wolves just as much as they did to her. The thought of them also scrubbing away, trying to remove her stink off of them, brought a smile to her face. Justice! As she stepped into the shower, she let the hot water cascade over her, washing away the filth and stress of the day.
Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, Bella began to lather up her hair, relishing the feel of the suds and the hot water. She felt like staying in the shower for hours, letting the steam and warmth envelop her. As the water cascaded over her, her thoughts drifted back to the morning's events. That fight had been insane. She could never have imagined that one day she would be battling seven horse-sized werewolves.
Reflecting on the fight, she smiled, thinking about how her newly realized drawing skills could illustrate the altercation for her mom. Her mom loved hearing about any of her supernatural experiences, and the wolves certainly counted. Damn, those guys had been terrifying in their wolf forms. The werewolf movies she had seen didn't hold a candle to the real thing.
As the water continued to cascade down her body, Bella's mind wandered back to the wolves' transformation. It seemed almost magical in nature. How were they able to do that? Then again, she couldn't even explain all the extraordinary things she was capable of. Some things simply defied explanation. She couldn't help it and started to replay one particular scene in her mind, thanks to her photographic memory. The image of all the men standing up completely naked flashed vividly through her mind. Good god, that had been a sight. With all of them well over six feet tall, their dicks had all been massive.
The memory stirred something within her, bringing up thoughts she hadn't planned on entertaining. As she continued to wash, a smile tugged at her lips, and she allowed her mind to drift. Most of the guys had covered up as soon as they could, but not all. Paul, the biggest asshole of the group, who also happened to be the most attractive in her opinion, had just stood there naked, staring at her with a sneer on his face. But his dick... it had hung there, thick and long, looking impossibly heavy.
The thought stoked her imagination, and with her right hand, she lightly grazed along her slit, feeling the pleasure and excitement stirring within her. While Paul's personality didn't do anything for her, she couldn't help but start playing with herself, imagining her and Paul alone. A smile tugged at her lips as her fantasy took shape.
In her mind's eye, she and Paul were engaged in a fierce fight to the death. Paul's gray wolf form snarled at her, its eyes blazing with a feral intensity. As they battled, she skillfully dodged his massive jaws, her body moving with acrobatic grace. She put on a show of her agility and strength, each movement precise and calculated. But finally, Paul got a good swing in with his massive paw, swiping it across her chest. The force completely ripping off her shirt and bra, exposing her breasts to the open air.
For a moment, she stood before the giant wolf, her chest heaving, her breasts bare. The sensation sent a thrill through her, but she wouldn't let it distract her. She continued fighting, her movements becoming even more daring and bold. The fantasy grew more vivid with each passing second, her arousal heightening as the imaginary battle raged on.
Her fantasy was far more pleasant than the real deal; this fake wolf Paul didn't smell at all. As she swung and fought, her breasts bounced freely, and with each strike, she felt a thrill of excitement. But then, with another lucky swipe of Paul's paw, her jeans and panties were torn away, leaving her standing completely nude in front of him, her bare skin tingling in the imaginary breeze. Paul's wolf form stared at her, its eyes filled with a strange intensity.
In the shower, Bella smiled, gingerly slipping one finger inside herself, moving it in and out slowly while her fantasy self spoke authoritatively, her voice commanding and seductive. "You've seen me. Don't you think it's time I saw you too?"
Somehow, the wolf seemed to grin as it began to phase into Paul, standing there nude. Unlike when she had seen him before, now his dick was hard, sticking straight up into the air. God, did she want to do naughty, naughty things to it.
She walked up to him, feeling almost tiny next to Paul's towering form. The contrast between their sizes was striking, making her feel small and delicate in comparison to his imposing presence. Slowly, she reached out and grasped his giant dick. God, it was so thick she couldn't even wrap her fingers around it completely. The sensation of its solid weight in her hand sent a thrill through her.
As she stroked him, she looked up into his eyes but saw that he was about to speak. That wouldn't do. She wasn't going to let Paul's vitriol ruin a perfectly good fantasy. With a mischievous smile, she imagined a roll of thick black masking tape appearing in her hand. She quickly tore off a strip and pressed it over Paul's mouth, silencing him. There, that was better. Now she could have her way with him in peace and quiet.
She went back to stroking his dick, feeling it strain and grow harder in her hand. The sight and sensations she was feeling were too much to bear. Driven by an overwhelming need, she leapt up, wrapping her legs around his midsection. Her hands gripped his broad shoulders for support as she looked down, seeing his enormous member poised and ready for her. With a sly smile, Bella began to rub her folds against the head of his shaft, feeling the slickness of her arousal coat him. The pressure and friction sent jolts of pleasure through her body, her excitement growing with each passing moment as she teased them both, anticipating what was about to happen.
Slowly, she began to lower herself onto him, feeling her insides expand to accommodate his massive girth. The stretch was intense, but the sensation was nothing short of divine. Inch by inch, she sank down, impaling herself on his rock-hard shaft until she was fully seated. The fullness inside her was almost too much to handle, but it felt amazing.
Lost in the delight of her fantasy, Bella's hand was moving quickly now, working her middle finger in and out of herself, driving her into a frenzy. Her fantasy was not disappointing her either, as she began to lift herself up and down on Paul's cock, her body rocking against him with each motion. The pleasure was overwhelming, every thrust sending waves of ecstasy through her. God, she hoped the real thing would feel this good one day.
In reality, Bella found herself on her knees in the shower, the water cascading over her skin, adding to the intensity of her pleasure. Her fingers moved frantically between her legs, a blur of desperate need. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, and she could feel the pressure building within her, an unstoppable force demanding release.
Her nipples, hard and sensitive, ached under the relentless spray, each drop of scalding water amplifying the throbbing pleasure coursing through her. Her breasts heaved with the intensity of her arousal. The water running in rivulets down her body, tracing fiery paths that only enhanced the feelings within her.
In her fantasy, she was bouncing up and down on Paul's cock, her body responding to his every thrust with a fervent eagerness. Her excitement mounting with every second, her breaths coming in quick, shallow gasps. She could see the veins in Paul's neck pulsing from his own exertion, the rhythmic beat mesmerizing and almost hypnotic.
The sight was too tempting to resist. She pulled him closer, her lips brushing against his tan skin before sinking her teeth in hard. The sensation was electrifying as his blood flowed into her mouth, warm and rich. Paul's reaction was immediate; as he continued to pump into her relentlessly.
The stream of blood coated her throat, and as she swallowed that first glorious gulp it sent a shiver of ecstasy throughout her entire body. She drank deeply, savoring the taste, while Paul rocked her world, his hips driving his cock in and out of her like a jackhammer. This fantasy version of Paul seemed to have an endless supply of blood, each swallow fueling her desire further. Her body moved faster, matching the rhythm of his relentless thrusts.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. The build-up of pleasure reached its peak, and in both her fantasy and reality, she leaned back, her body arching as a scream of pure ecstasy tore from her lips. Her body convulsed violently as she screamed to the heavens, wave after wave of ecstasy crashing over her, leaving her breathless. Whether it was her fingers working her over or Paul's cock driving her wild, she continued to draw out every last shuddering spasm. Her mind a haze of white-hot pleasure.
Slowly, as the waves began to subside, it left her trembling and spent. She let out a long, shuddering breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. Wow, she hadn't come that hard in a long time. She felt almost light-headed, the intensity of her release leaving her reeling. Slowly, she removed her fingers, the slickness of her arousal on them washing away under the scalding stream of the showerhead.
Bella allowed herself a few moments to simply exist in this state of bliss, her body slowly calming as the aftershocks of her orgasm faded. She savored the sensation, the pure, unadulterated pleasure that had overtaken her. She had really needed that. Finally, she stood up, feeling a sense of calm and contentment wash over her as the water continued to cascade down, washing her clean.
Her fantasy having come to its satisfying end, Bella couldn't help but give fake Paul his due. His cock seemed to be just as magical as its owner. Slowly, she pulled herself off his massive dick and jumped down, her body still tingling from the aftershocks of her climax. Smiling, she noticed he was still hard as a rock, his arousal unabated. Whoops, it seemed she forgot to imagine him coming too. Oh well. With a playful grin, she bent down and picked up a large stick off the ground.
"Go fetch, boy," her voice just the way she would speak to a dog. She threw the stick far into the forest, watching it disappear among the trees. Paul's eyes followed the stick, and without hesitation, he exploded into his wolf form. With a yelp, he bounded off to retrieve the stick, his massive paws thundering against the forest floor.
Bella watched him go, a satisfied smirk on her lips. Turning away, she left him there, ending the fantasy.
Finally shutting off the water, Bella stepped out of the shower, feeling refreshed and no longer smelling like dog. The steam filled the bathroom, wrapping around her like a warm, comforting blanket. She grabbed a plush towel and began to dry herself off, savoring the sensation of finally being clean.
Walking into the main room, she finished drying herself off, redressed in comfortable clothes, and then started to pack up her things. She had to admit she felt truly relaxed for the first time since arriving back in Forks.
The manager of the inn showed surprise when Bella checked out of her room early. As he worked on getting her bill, he asked if there was anything wrong with the room. She quickly reassured him, explaining that her plans had simply changed and that the room was fine.
While he busied himself with the paperwork, Bella couldn't help but notice his repeated, awkward glances at her. As she waited, tapping her fingers lightly on the counter, the realization hit her—he might have heard her... overexuberance in the shower. The main lobby was only two rooms away, after all.
Mentally shrugging, Bella decided it was no skin off her back. Hopefully, he had enjoyed hearing it as much as she had enjoyed belting it out. With a small, knowing smile, she gave a little wave goodbye and headed out, leaving the young manager to his flustered thoughts.
Bella's next stop was the hardware store to buy some extra-strong cleaners. She outright laughed when the owner asked if she was trying to clean up a murder scene. Upon arriving back at Charlie's house, she spent hours scrubbing every single surface on the entire first floor. Eventually, her hard work paid off, and the pungent smell of wolves had all but disappeared. As an added bonus, she doubted the house had ever been this clean before.
Once she finished cleaning the inside of Charlie's house, Bella moved outside to tackle the backyard. The wolves had really done a number to it. Listening carefully to her surroundings, she heard only Charlie's steady heartbeat as he slept in his bedroom. Confident she wouldn't be disturbed, she got to work clearing the area of all debris. The shed, which one of the wolves destroyed, couldn't be salvaged, so she cleaned up the area and put all the tools into the garage. The surrounding forest had really taken a beating, so she went to work slicing and dicing all the fallen trees, probably giving Charlie a decade's worth of wood for his fireplace.
After the backyard looked presentable again, Bella spent the rest of the day relaxing. As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, she decided to call her mom. She wanted her mom to be in the loop, especially in case Charlie ever called her to talk.
She dialed the familiar number and waited as the phone rang.
"Bella! Sweetheart! How are you? Is your visit with Charlie going well? Did the makeup and everything work?" Renée's voice was bright and cheerful, instantly bringing a smile to Bella's face.
Bella laughed, though it was tinged with a hint of irony. "Hey, Mom. No, I never even got a chance to use any of the makeup. Are you ready for a story? You're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you, but I swear it's the truth and it all really happened." She then began her tale, starting with hearing Charlie's voice on the police scanner...
Later on, she had to move her phone away from her ear as her mom screamed, "Werewolves!?"
It was four in the morning when Bella heard the creak of the floorboards as Charlie rose from his bed. Eventually, she heard him walking down the stairs, so she shut off the episode of Top Chef she had been watching and turned to see Charlie entering the living room. She smiled, relieved to see he looked much better after a full day's rest. "Hey, Dad. I hope you slept well." Pretty soon, she'd have to reveal just how lucky he was in that respect.
Charlie flopped into his chair and leaned back, feeling a thousand percent better than the previous day—or was it this morning? Had Bella really only been back for one day? With all the chaos and commotion, time seemed to blur together, and he was getting confused, but the important thing was he felt rested. He smiled at the sight of Bella on the sofa, comfortably curled up with her legs tucked beneath her. She didn't look like what he imagined a vampire would, and he was grateful that her mannerisms hadn't changed, even if her appearance had. "Hey, Bells. Yep, slept great. Thankfully, no nightmares. I had been worried."
Bella nodded, knowing all too well what he meant. She would have been terrified of her dreams too if she could sleep, considering all the shit she had seen and done. "I hear ya. That sure was something earlier with the wolves, wasn't it? We're lucky you don't have any neighbors; that battle would've been hard to miss."
Charlie nodded, his eyes expressive, clearly thinking of everything that had gone down. "You don't have to tell me. I'm so glad you were able to hold your own against the wolves. The way the guys always boasted about their skills in taking out vampires, I was terrified, knowing they were coming and what they might do to you. How did you learn to fight like that? No offense, but you were always the least athletic person I had ever seen."
Bella smirked. "How dare you impugn my past athleticism," she said, glaring in mock outrage before giggling. "Well, you can thank my friends Peter and Charlotte for all my combat skills. They trained me for months, teaching me how to fight. I'm sure you will find it hard to believe, only knowing the human me, but I loved everything about training and fighting in general. I'm well on my way to being the bad ass I picture in my head." She saw Charlie smiling and couldn't help but smile right along with him. "Regarding the wolves and their skills, well, one-on-one, I don't think they would be a match for a vampire. But if they piled on seven to one like they tried with me, I do think they could easily take one of us out. They would have easily gotten me too if I didn't have my shield to protect me."
Charlie looked slightly confused but smiled nonetheless. "Shield? Well, whatever you were doing was amazing, Bells. And it looked like somehow you were flying. Can you really fly?" His eyes sparkled with curiosity, eager to finally learn more about... everything.
A bright grin spread across Bella's face as she revealed, "I sure can. Mom loves it when I take her flying. If you ever want to go up with me, I'd be happy to take you. I'm sure you wouldn't feel too silly climbing onto my back." She smirked, watching Charlie blush slightly.
"Well, um, maybe we can try flying some other time, but come morning, I'd really like to see what you can do. From the short time you've been here, I've caught glimpses, and what I saw was truly amazing. Until then, maybe you could explain some of it to me? A lot of it seemed like mumbo jumbo, which I'd normally dismiss, but I can't since I saw you actually do it," Charlie stated matter-of-factly, though his curiosity was evident.
"Sure, Dad. I'd be happy to show you everything and explain what I can. What I can do didn't come with an instruction manual, so how it's done is a mystery to me too, but I'll give you my best guesses," Bella responded happily. She saw the gleam in Charlie's eyes at the prospect of learning the secrets of her new reality. She could completely understand.
Charlie was happy to have Bella back in his life, but then a thought struck him. "How long do you think you will be able to stay? You were a bit noncommittal before, and now I think I understand your reasons why." He had just gotten his daughter back, and he didn't want her to take off again for another decade.
"Yeah, you're right, I was," Bella admitted with a grin. "But now that you know the truth, I think I can stay longer. Before, I was worried you'd figure out something was off if I stayed too long and slipped up in some way. I hate to say it, but I had been preparing myself for this to be the last time we'd see each other in person. Pretty soon, I'm going to look too young for anyone who knew me as a human, and they'd realize something was wrong since I'm not aging. I'm really glad that won't be an issue with you now."
"I'm glad too. I'll always want you in my life, Bells, even when I'm old and wrinkly." Charlie gave her a warm smile. "So, now that you can be honest with me, are you ever going to go back and finish school?"
"You just won't let that one go, will you?" Bella teased, though when she saw the worry in Charlie's eyes she continued, her tone softening. "Yes, Dad, I do plan on returning to school. It's just that time isn't an issue for me anymore like it would have been. After my time here with you, I plan on doing some traveling throughout Asia and Europe. I want to see the world."
"But when I get back," Bella added with a smile, "I think I'll be ready to hit the books again. By then, though, I'll have to start over as a freshman since Bella Swan will be too old, and I'll need a new identity. Don't worry, though. I promise to get that diploma in time for you to see me walk across that stage."
Charlie let out a relieved sigh, his shoulders visibly relaxing. "Thank you, Bella. I'm glad to hear that," he said, a warm smile spreading across his face. "So, Asia... Wow. I've never even been out of the country before. That sounds incredible. Where will you be going first?" He asked, eager to hear about her upcoming adventures.
Bella's smile widened as she leaned in a bit closer. "Well, my friends told me how some ancient vampires don't like to use modern technology like airplanes. They actually swim across the oceans when they travel," she explained, a hint of wonder in her voice. "When I leave Forks, I plan to do just that. I'm going to swim to Japan. I think it will be a lot of fun."
Charlie's eyes widened in astonishment. "Swimming to Japan? That's incredible! Okay, enough with the small talk—I'm ready to hear everything about your new life."
Bella was thrilled to see that her and Charlie's relationship seemed to be better than ever. Smiling, she eagerly began to regale him with stories of her adventures and the incredible things she could now do. She was sure they would amaze and fascinate him.
I hope you enjoyed Bella's... shower time. I guess we all know now that she certainly did.
Next Chapter: It was bound to happen. Bella will have her first run-in with the Volturi, and the first stone will be cast.
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