We went straight home after the meeting with the pack and imprints. When we got out of the car, I was kissing her so much I had a hard time unlocking the door. I pushed her into the house and locked the door behind me.
Her hair was already tousled from the way I was holding her head while kissing her. Her lips were a little swollen. She looked so fucking hot. She was looking at me, watching me stalk toward her. I could smell her arousal and it made me wild with desire.
She jumped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist, clinging to my neck with her arms. I kicked off my pants and I walked, then pulled off her sweatshirt. Her long sleeve tee shirt came off next. She was trying to pull up my shirt so I helped her.
I tried removing her pants but with her legs wrapped around me, unbuttoning was as far as I could go. I unclasped her bra and tossed it to the floor as I lay her down on the bed. I pulled her pants down with my teeth, maybe not the most efficient method but she was into it.
I grabbed a condom from my nightstand drawer, then asked, "Are you on birth control, Isabella?"
"Yeah, I have an IUD. My mom made sure before I moved to Forks. She thought Charlie wouldn't feel comfortable helping me with it."
I smiled at that. "Do you want me to use a condom too?"
"I don't know. Have you been tested for STDs?"
"I can't get STDs because of the wolf healing. This would be to prevent pregnancy and for your peace of mind."
"What do you usually do?"
"I always wear a condom, but that's because: one, I never trusted the girls I was with and two, I've never been with my soulmate before. I really want to try it without a condom if you're ok with that."
She nodded.
"Awesome." I kissed her, hard, then sucked on a tittie for a few seconds.
I opened her legs wide and licked all around her clit while probing her with one finger. She was moaning, running her fingers through my hair. I added a second finger. When I could easily move the two fingers in and out, I brought my face to hers and kissed her. "Are you ready?"
She nodded. I slowly pushed in while kissing her neck. She was so tight. Her hands were on my back, clinging to me. I continued to kiss her neck as I pushed further, letting her get used to the feeling as I went further in.
"Tell me if anything hurts," I whispered.
"I will," she said, her voice quivering.
I looked at her and she looked so goddamn happy. She wasn't grinning or anything weird. Her eyes were sparkling. "You're so beautiful," I said, kissing her face all over.
"So are you," she said, capturing my lips as they brushed by hers. I kissed her deeply while starting to thrust gently.
"Isabella," I groaned, "you feel so good." That warm buzzing feeling was radiating through my whole body.
"So do you. You can go faster if you want."
My chest was vibrating with excitement. I wondered if it sounded like a purr to her. That's what it felt like to me.
I went faster, but I wanted her to have more control over her first time. Carefully, I rolled us over so she was on top. She looked a little surprised.
"You set the pace," I said. I lifted her up a little and let her fall back down my dick. It was a beautiful sight.
She got the hang of it so quickly, riding me like a master, bouncing and grinding and losing herself in pleasure as I fondled a tit in one hand and clit in the other. When it was clear she came, I stopped holding back and just let go, speeding up then releasing into her.
She leaned down and snuggled on my chest. "I thought that was going to hurt."
"It didn't?"
"No."
"You might be sore later," I said, "but I'm glad it didn't hurt."
"Me too. I liked it. When can we do it again?"
"Oh my Isabella! Let's wait until tomorrow to make sure you're not sore, ok?"
"Ok. What happens if we fuck while I'm sore?" she asked.
"It wouldn't be fun because it would hurt. It would take longer for the soreness to heal. That means less sex overall."
"But can we still dry hump and do oral?"
"Oh definitely," I agreed.
"I love you like crazy, Paul."
"I love you like crazy too."
We lay there in bliss, but the afternoon marched on.
Finally I asked, "Do you want to go talk to Billy Black?"
"Yeah, we should."
We picked up our clothes along the way out and got dressed. I drove us to Billy's even though it was just down the street. Jake didn't seem to be around, thankfully.
Billy welcomed us warmly and invited us to sit with him. "Bella, I'm thrilled that you're in the pack."
"Oh, me too," she said, squeezing my knee.
"Billy, I want to move Isabella in with me and it would make things a lot simpler if we could tell Charlie about the pack."
"How so?"
"Well, she'll still go to school in Forks so I was thinking the fastest way to get her back and forth is by wolf but then Charlie's going to find that crazy, that we're running through the woods instead of driving."
"Why does she have to go back and forth to Forks?"
"That's where she goes to school," I said bluntly.
"She could go to the rez school instead."
"She's not Quileute though."
"I actually have some sway around here," the chief of our tribe told me. "I could pull some strings and get her in."
"And you think that's a better option than telling Charlie Swan about the pack?"
"I do."
"But isn't the Forks school better than the rez school?" I asked. "And that's pretty disruptive to Isabella in her senior year."
"Bella, what do you think?" Billy asked.
"I'm not opposed to going to the rez school but why don't you want my dad to know about the pack?"
"There have been many times when telling Charlie the truth would have been easier, but we've kept the secret this long. I think we can keep it forever."
"Billy," I said honestly, "this sounds like some sort of pride thing for you."
Billy nodded.
"For me it's about what's best for my imprint. Her father is her only reliable family. If she is forced to lie to him, it will damage their relationship. Furthermore, I hope to convince Isabella to marry me someday, which would make Charlie my father-in-law. That's a relationship that I must preserve."
"You hope to convince her? Has she accepted the imprint?"
"She has, but she doesn't believe in marriage."
"Oh, one of those." Billy rolled his eyes, then thought for a moment. "This would complicate things for me, see? I've been lying to Charlie for decades and it would force me to admit that and I really don't want to do that at all."
"So since you've been a bad friend, you're going to force Bella to be a bad daughter?"
"I wouldn't say I've been a bad friend," he said defensively. "I'd say I put the tribe above my friendship, which is what a good chief should do."
"But now, Charlie is basically pack. Bella is pack and he is Bella's only reliable family. I think we can include him in the secret. I can phrase it in such a way that won't make you look like an asshole."
Billy thought quietly, then conceded. "Fine."
"Fine, we can tell him?" I asked.
"Yeah."
"Can I have your word on that, that you won't revoke permission?"
"Yes." We shook on it.
"One more thing, Billy."
He sighed, defeated. "What?"
"Can you pull some strings and get Isabella admitted to the rez school? There's some vampires that might be looking for her and I'd just feel a lot more comfortable if she were here with the pack."
Billy narrowed his eyes at me. "Fine," he said through gritted teeth.
"Can it be done for tomorrow?" I asked, definitely pushing my luck.
"Fine. Bella, write down all the classes that you're taking."
Isabella looked at me funny but wrote down all the classes for Billy.
"And Billy, I prefer her to be with me at school for as many classes as possible. They can move my schedule around to that end as long as I still have enough credits to graduate."
"I'll see what I can do," he said noncommittally.
I stood, then she stood and said, "It's really good to see you again, Billy. My dad's missed having you around."
"It's good to see you too, Bella."
I took her hand and led her outside where Jake was waiting for us.
"Did I just hear that Bells will be attending the rez school? That's killer!"
"She's moving in with me so it makes the most sense to finish out her senior year here instead of traveling to Forks every day in that old truck. It can't even go above 50 miles per hour."
"I'll see you at school, Jake!" Isabella called, "Are you a freshman this year?"
"No, I'm a sophomore."
"We probably won't have classes together but I'll see you around."
"See you around, Bells." Jake headed to an outbuilding that looked like a makeshift garage.
As soon as we got into the car, Isabella lay into me. "I was fairly impressed with how you handled Billy, I'll admit that, but I think you went too far with Jake, making fun of the truck he rebuilt."
"I don't want Jake anywhere near you."
"He's just a little kid," she retorted.
"A little kid who's almost the same size as me who also wants to fuck you."
"Whoa. That's a leap. And are you already worried about me cheating on you? Right after I accepted the imprint?" she accused.
"No, I'm not worried about that! From my understanding, the same thing that happened to me has happened to you. You don't want other men."
"Maybe. I already was repulsed by most guys who pursued me."
"But you weren't repulsed by Jake?" I asked.
"I don't find him attractive but I don't think he's pursuing me or trying to fuck me."
"But you know he has a crush on you." This wasn't a question.
"Yeah, I know that."
"So why don't you want to keep your distance? How would you feel if I was friendly with a sophomore girl that we both knew wanted to fuck me?"
"I'd be pissed, but it's different," she said.
"How?"
She leaned her head back, banging it against the headrest harder than I liked. "I used him Paul, and I feel bad, ok? Last year I pretended to flirt with him so he'd tell me the legends so I could learn about the Cullens. I feel like I owe him my friendship after that."
"Hmmm. So you made a mistake when you did that," I said. "That was a shit thing to do to little Jacob Black." She giggled at my new nickname for him. "But don't compound the mistake by leading him on due to guilt."
"Yeah, you're right. But don't make fun of my truck."
"Deal. Can we still go to the beach? There's some things I want to show you."
"Yeah, but let's grab my stuff first."
"Isabella, you're moving in with me," I reminded her. "The transfer of stuff needs to go in the other direction."
"You're right. But I should grab my keys."
"True." I turned into the driveway.
Fuck! Anna was on my steps.
"Are you ready to meet Anna?" I asked.
"It's got to happen sooner or later."
I opened the door for Isabella, then introduced them. "Anna, this is my fiance, Isabella Swan." Isabella's eyes shot to mine but she said nothing about me introducing her as my fiance.
"The cop's kid? And no ring I see," Anna said with snark.
"It's in the house," I explained.
Anna was trying to poison what I had with my girl. She said, "I was with him three weeks ago, just so you know."
"We weren't together then," Isabella said, not sounding judgemental at all. Her voice was actually kind.
"I would like to talk to this fiance. Can I come in?" Anna asked me.
"No, you cannot come in," I spat. "I finally got your stench off everything.
"That's rude, Paul," Isabella scolded me.
"It's true," I said in my own defense. "I had to get a new mattress."
"Aw, you got a new mattress?"
"For you, baby." I kissed her forehead.
Anna was not impressed. "He's going to cheat on you. He told me he'd call me when he was ready."
"That's not true," I said to Isabella. To Anna I said, "I told you I'd call you if I wanted you and to leave me alone until then. You've gone back on the deal."
"I just wanted her to know what kind of man you are."
"What would you know about it?" I asked her. She didn't know me at all.
"You'll see in nine months," she said haughtily, putting her hands on her flat stomach.
"Have you taken a pregnancy test?" Isabella asked Anna.
"I've got one right here." She pulled a baggie from her pocket with a pregnancy test in it.
Isabella showed it to me. It looked like Anna had sharpied a plus sign over the results window.
"Congratulations, Anna." Isabella said with genuine kindness, her voice filled with warmth. "Are you going to have a baby shower?"
"Yeah, my sister is planning it."
"Isn't your sister twelve?" I asked, my voice filled with venom.
"She's a good kid, ok?" Anna said.
"I want to be included." Isabella touched Anna's arm compassionately. "As the fiance of the presumed father-to-be, I want to be part of the baby's life. And after a paternity test, Paul will too, no doubt. You have nothing to worry about. We'll help with the baby, especially if it's Paul's."
"Uh, that's really kind of you Ms. Isabella." Anna said a little nervously. "I'm not even sure I'm going to keep it."
"Well, I know a part of Paul will be devastated if you don't but we both support a woman's right to choose."
"Thank you, that means a lot." She held up her hand in a fist. "Reproductive rights are human rights."
"Damn straight they are. And women like us," Isabella said, pointing back and forth between them, "we've got to stick together."
"Yeah, yeah." Anna looked a little sheepish now. She knew she had nothing in common with Isabella. I think Anna felt shamed by Isabella's kindness. "I don't know how Paul got you but you're a class act. You better be good to her, Paul, or I'll kick your ass myself."
"She'll be starting at the rez school tomorrow," I said, "so spread the word that she's awesome. I don't want anyone bullying her, ok?"
"Ok," Anna gave me a kind smile. "You better put a ring on it. I know lots of guys who'd happily take her off your hands."
"You're a sweetheart, Anna," Isabella said. "I'm so glad I got to know you a little bit. I hope we have some classes together. I think we'll be good friends."
"We've really got to go, Isabella." I prodded her, bringing her to the door.
"Yeah, we do. Bye, Anna."
"Bye."
As soon as I shut the door I had Isabella pinned to it.
I was kissing her. I wanted to fuck her again. "What are you, the ho-whisperer? That was amazing!" I was nibbling on her ear, wanting to fucking eat her. "How did you keep a straight face after she showed us that pregnancy test? You are amazing!"
She pushed me back. I was so surprised I actually stumbled a little.
"You got lucky, Paul. There's nine more months where that's an actual possibility, that some girl could come forward and be pregnant with your child."
Shit. She was right. "If there was some way I could fix it now, so I never was with any of those girls, I would, in a heartbeat."
"I know, I trust you on that," she said, "but you being mean to those girls, it doesn't make you look better in my eyes."
"I just, I don't want you to think I'm interested in any of them. Because I'm not."
"I get that," she said, rubbing her forehead, "but there's got to be a balance between cheating and being an asshole."
"Yeah, I will need help finding that balance. Right now, being an asshole feels like a safe move."
"Think, would you want my dad to hear you say that shit? If you wouldn't, don't say it."
"Ah, the old what would Charlie do?"
"Exactly. Now, do you really have a ring? Because they're going to expect one at school."
"I do. Will you wear it?"
"Let's see it."
I ran to my room and grabbed the ring from my sock drawer. I kneeled in front of her. "Isabella Swan, will you be my fake fiance at school?" I slid the ring on her finger and it fit perfectly. It was a decent sized rock on a dainty white-gold band. Somehow, it looked like it was made for her.
"I will," she answered.
"And will you marry me?" I asked optimistically.
"Maybe."
"So someday?"
"We'll see."
"But you'll be with me forever? Because you kind of have to if you want to sleep," I reminded her.
"Yeah, I'll be with you forever, at least near enough to sleep."
"Perfect." I hugged her thighs and kissed her stomach.
"Come here."
I stood and wrapped my arms around her, rocking her body with mine. "We should go to Forks. I can show you the beach another time."
"Ok. I've got my keys. Where did you get the ring?"
"It was my mom's."
"So this is a real engagement ring?" She looked at it closer, then looked at me.
"It is, yes. And I really want you to marry me when you're ready."
"I will, Paul. I'll marry you when I'm ready… when we're both ready."
"Thank you." I kissed her forehead on her hairline. "Ok, let's go."
In the car she asked, "Will you have more free time, now that you won't have to sleep in the woods?"
"I'm not sure I will. In the woods, I couldn't read before bed and stuff but with you in my bed, I'll probably be occupied in other ways."
"You might be."
"I hope to be," I said.
"Like we might listen to a record and dance or watch TV or something."
"Yeah, all of those are possibilities. Hey?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm really happy that you're moving in with me."
"So you don't have to sleep in the woods?"
"No, because I want you with me, always."
"That's what I want too."
We stopped at the grocery store for carrots and sugar snap peas and Isabella's favorite cereal for breakfast.
"We don't really have a game plan for telling Charlie," I said, "but I was thinking we'd just tell him the legends, show him the wolf, tell him about the vampires that might come after you, and then tell him about imprinting so he knows that you're safe with me."
"I think that there's no way that this is going to go well. Your plan is as good as any."
"Thanks for your confidence in me."
"Hello? You got Billy to agree to telling Charlie the truth," she said proudly, "and you got him to transfer me. You already did the hardest part. And I was planning to give you a blow job for that because it was so fucking hot but then you were mean to Jake and Anna and that was a turn off."
"Funny, because you manipulating Anna was such a turn on."
"I wasn't manipulating her!" she exclaimed. "I was listening to her, making her feel seen. That pregnancy test was pretty wild though. Does she think you're stupid?"
"Probably. I can't think of any real conversations we've had, like ever."
"Do you have a reputation for being an idiot?" she asked.
I sighed. "My reputation is part player, part asshole, both deserved."
"I'm seeing that."
"I'm only an asshole when it seems like the simplest solution. I admit that I'm not always right about that."
"Do you think Anna will keep coming back?"
"No, I think she respects you. I don't think she'd disrespect you by trying to get with me again."
"So being an asshole didn't solve the problem but being nice did?" she asked, gently pointing out the error of my ways.
"You're pretty smart, my Isabella."
"Is Jared nasty to girls so that Kim doesn't get jealous?"
"Jared wasn't as much of a player as me," I explained. "Or he wasn't one for as long. He's a little younger than me and he imprinted sooner, so his reputation was more tame. Still, he had to deal with some girls who were mad at him."
"How did Kim deal with that?"
"Graciously, honestly. She was patient with them, even when they talked trash about Jared."
"Was Sam a player, too?" she asked.
"Not exactly, no. He was with Leah for years and as far as I know, he never explicitly cheated on her but he'd collect numbers at the club and do some freaky dances with girls. All that stopped when he imprinted on Emily though."
"Why was the whole pack like that?"
"Players? My theory is the bodies," I told her. "We were all given these super sexy bodies when we turned into wolves. I think, without a soulmate, it is the nature of man to be a whore if women will let him."
I waited for her to share her thoughts. Instead she was bent over laughing. "Why are you laughing?"
"I can't believe you described Sam as having a super sexy body."
"Come on, Isabella! He carried you through the forest shirtless. Are you honestly going to pretend you didn't notice his super sexy body?"
"I had mud on my face," she said in her defense.
"You were able to see me through the mud."
"You were practically glowing, the mist glistening on your skin, your muscles rippling as you turned to see me, your dark eyes seeing right into my soul. Talk about super sexy bodies. I had never seen anything like you. Was it the same for you?"
"You were covered in mud."
She smacked my arm as I pulled into the driveway. Charlie's cruiser was parked. She opened the front door. Charlie was nowhere to be seen. I could hear him snoring upstairs.
Then I told Isabella all that I remembered from that night. "I remember your eyes were beautiful, captivating, and your blush was really pretty, because I made you blush with my super sexy body, and I remember wanting to fuck you. Other than that, there was a lot of mud and I couldn't see you. I do remember thinking you looked thin and unwell, which is probably why I've put so much effort into feeding you with those granola bars and shit."
"You make me feel so beautiful."
"The most beautiful muddy girl I had seen in my whole life," I said, leaning in for a kiss. "That's still true. So beautiful, I wanted to fuck you even then."
"That is so…"
"Romantic, I know." I crushed my lips on hers, not giving her a chance to counter the sentiment. When I released her, I said, "You should know, I didn't really understand that I had imprinted at first or what it all meant. I feel like I should tell you about that."
"Go ahead." Isabella started to fill a large pot with water for the noodles.
"Jared had the idea to go clubbing, which was a frequent pastime of all of us before the other guys imprinted. So I went home to get ready and Anna stopped by, except she looked gross, like she did today."
"I thought she was very beautiful," Isabella said.
"I must have too, at one point. Anyway, I told her to go away and I was probably an asshole about it."
"Probably," she agreed.
"Then the guys took me to the club, but it was like there were no hot girls there for some reason, and I wasn't known for being picky. Anyway, it was on the way home from the club that it all kind of sunk in. Then I cleaned my house so it didn't smell like gross girls anymore. If you and Anna do become real friends, I don't ever want her in the house, ok?"
"Ok. So even after you imprinted you wanted to be with other girls?" she asked.
"No! I didn't really believe I imprinted and I wanted to prove to the guys that they were wrong. I didn't want to be with anyone else, not for one second, not since I laid my eyes on that mud smeared face. It was about proving the guys wrong, about my pride. Sam is annoyingly smug all the time, but that night, even Jared was smug. It was annoying. What was the first night like for you?"
"First the doctor had to look me over which was humiliating, then I took a long, hot shower-"
"Because of the mud," I finished for her.
"Yeah, it was like, ground into my hair and skin. My skin was so soft afterwards. I guess that's what a mud bath is all about. I went to bed but I couldn't sleep. I was switching between getting mad at the Cullens and getting turned on thinking of you, so I read one of those bodice ripper books and masturbated thinking it would help me get to sleep."
"Does masterbating usually put you to sleep?"
She giggled. "No, but reading does sometimes and I hadn't masterbated in such a long time because Edward always watched me sleep."
"That won't be a problem with us, Isabella. I'll happily watch you masterbate."
"Thanks," she said, trying not to laugh. "Anyway, it had been a while since I masterbated so I thought after a couple rounds I'd fall right to sleep. But I didn't and I thought the Cullens had cursed me or something."
"So you wanted to fuck me right away too?" I asked.
"What? No! It was a fun fantasy, thinking of you taking me like that, but I had never seen you before in my life and I didn't expect I'd ever see you again."
When the cheese sauce was perfect, I strained the noodles and poured them in, stirring carefully. Isabella called up to her dad while I got out drinks. I put a big scoop of mac and cheese on his plate, and scooped some out for me and my girl.
Charlie looked well rested. "Fishing can be exhausting work," he commented.
I nodded. "Charlie, we've got a lot to talk to you about. Can we get started."
"Let me open my beer first." He cracked it open and took a sip. "Go ahead."
"Have you heard the Quileute legend about the vampires and the werewolves?"
"Of course. Billy and I have been fighting about them for ages."
"What if I could prove those legends are true."
"Bullshit," he said off-handedly.
"Watch me. I'm one of the men that can transform into a wolf, like in the legends. Can I show you?"
"Sure, go ahead, dinner and a show, huh Bells?" He smiled at her like it was all fun and games.
"It's pretty awesome, Dad. Watch him."
I had removed my shirt and kicked off my shoes before Charlie was really paying any attention. "Hey, have some respect for the dinner table!"
"I've got to show you this before you'll understand all the rest, ok?" Before he could answer, I dropped my pants and phased. I looked at him and smiled a wolfy grin.
Isabella got up from the table and hugged my head to her chest, kissing me on the cheek. I nudged her back to her seat. Charlie was staring at me in disbelief the whole time. I phased back to a man and pulled up my pants.
"Charlie, the werewolves are real and so are the cold ones, the vampires."
"Is this about the Cullens?" Charlie asked perceptively.
"The Cullens were vampires, Charlie. Isabella, can you show him your scar, please?"
We hadn't talked about that but she held out her wrist for Charlie. "I was bitten by a vampire. Touch it, Dad."
Charlie touched it and shivered. "Why are you telling me all this now?"
"A couple reasons," I began. "There are two more vampires that might be on the lookout for Isabella. I would like to move her in with me on the rez where she'll be safer. Billy has already agreed to let her enroll in the rez school."
"Absolutely not," Charlie said firmly.
"Dad, I'm eighteen," Isabella countered. "We're not asking for your permission. We're informing you."
Then I said, "I have one more thing that might make you feel better about the whole arrangement. The werewolves have this gift called imprinting. This gift allows us to see who our soulmate is. Isabella is mine and I intend to marry her."
"That's supposed to make me feel better?!" he shouted. "You're talking about marrying my daughter who's in high school and that's supposed to make me feel better?"
"She hasn't said yes yet," I told him. "Maybe that makes you feel better?"
"Atta girl," he said proudly, patting her arm awkwardly. "Never marry someone you've only known for a week."
Isabella rolled her eyes. "Dad, I told him I would marry him when I'm ready." He looked at her hand and saw the ring and turned the weirdest shade of purple.
"I go fishing… and you were with me…" He was pointing at me. "One day, I'm gone for one day and now they're engaged!" He threw his hands up in despair.
"Remember the part about the vampires being after me," she reminded him. "Paul can keep me safe. And we're only sort of engaged, right Paul?"
"Until I can convince her that she's ready to marry me, yeah, we're only sort of engaged."
Charlie scoffed. "Your persuasion skills are lacking so at least you have that going for you."
Isabella smiled at me and kissed my cheek whispering, "that's not true."
I was finishing up my third helping of mac and cheese when I said, "I was thinking we should bring her dresser. Is that ok with you, Charlie?"
"Bells, is this what you want?"
"Yeah."
"This guy? With the cheese sauce and the body and the fur? You want him?"
"Yeah, I love him, Dad." She rubbed her hand on my bicep.
"Fine, take the dresser. Take whatever you want from that room. But I'm going to need an address and a phone number and a schedule for when you're coming over for dinner. And I want to meet your parents."
"My dad is out at sea," I said, "but he'll be back here in November."
"What's his name, son?"
"Stephen Lahote."
"Oh, I know Steve," Charlie said. "He got in a bit of trouble back in the day but he cleaned himself up. What is he? A sailor now?"
"Yeah, various positions based on the contracts he can get. He likes to do six months at sea and six months in the mountains."
"And your mom?" he asked.
"Not in the picture, but my aunt lives down the street."
"Her name?"
"Mariah Lahote." I said.
"Oh. That's a name I haven't heard in a while. How is Mariah doing?"
"Good, happily divorced. She has twin boys who are six."
"Who raised you?" he asked.
"My father and Mariah while he was away. She's the one who taught me how to cook."
"She makes cheese sauce like this?" He said, pointing to his plate with his fork.
"She used to," I said. "I don't see why she'd stop."
Isabella was grinning at me. "We really should pick up and pack," she said. "It's getting late and we don't want to be unpacking late into the night."
I maneuvered the dresser down the stairs then put it in the truck. She threw everything from her closet into trash bags. Charlie found some boxes for her books and stuff from her desk. She grabbed more toiletries from the bathroom and hugged her father goodbye. She drove her truck and I drove the car.
At home, we brought everything into the living room and went to bed.
I was kneading her ass with my hands while she bounced on my dick, her tits jiggling. I know I said we'd wait but she wanted to do it again. I told her that she had to control the speed and force. I didn't want to be responsible for making her sore.
Sometimes she'd lean forward and kiss me while her ass would twerk on my dick. Her breasts would brush on my pecs. I wanted them in my mouth but we didn't line up right, not in this position.
The only downside was that I felt like a passive participant. I kept reminding myself that it was temporary, that I'd get to fuck her good when I was confident she wasn't sore.
Tomorrow.
Also her first day of school on the rez….
