AN: This story focuses on Exhibitionism and Public Masturbation.
(*This is my first Fanfiction, so please give me your thoughts and opinions on how to get better. I have so many ideas, for so many fandoms but unfortunately I'm not a great writer. So please give me your criticism so I can get better, as I know I'm not a great writer at all. But practice makes perfect I guess.*)
Story is set in a AU a few months after Edward leaves.
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Alone.
I'm alone once again. Not that I should be surprised since it's been happening ever since I could remember. Renee would always ignore me just to go out and find a new man to keep her company for the night. She never cared that my room was next door and that she didn't do anything to keep silent. I remember for as long as I could remember how Renee would moan, groan, and even yell throughout the night. Sometimes I would even hear whatever guy was with her make noise as well. It took a while since my own mother wouldn't even talk to me, so I learned from a computer that basically my mother was a prostitute. She was known as a huge slut. A whore anyone could sleep with as long as you paid.
At first I thought my mother was doing this 'job' because we needed money but I soon realized that it wasn't the case. We lived in a two floor house, with both an attic and a basement. We had nice furniture and big sized televisions in every room besides the kitchen and the bathrooms. Our house had a small front yard, but the backyard was pretty large that it basically became a part of the desert behind us. We didn't live in no private area but our neighbors were at least a few thousand feet away, giving us privacy. I knew my mother wasn't doing it for money and what confirmed it was the few times I've heard my mother refuse payment. That's when I knew that my mother, or just Renee at this point, would rather sleep with men then even look at me.
Because of Renee's behavior, I grew up hating anything to do with sex. Which is why I did everything in my power to stay away from any man's attention. I covered up my body once I started to develop breasts to avoid my male classmates attention. With over a thousand students, it was easy to avoid attention by sitting in the back of every class, eating lunch in the library, and never really talking unless I have to. I became a ghost. A fly on the wall. Invisible. Some would say that it could be lonely, but to be honest I enjoyed being alone. I felt that the other students, kids my own age were just too immature. While they worried about things like which celebrity cheated on their partner or who's clothes is more expensive. I focused on paying rent and keeping food in the fridge.
I didn't have to work since Renee somehow got a boat load of money from somewhere, which I would later fund out came from her divorce with Charlie, the Child support, and almost half a million dollars that her grand parents put in a trust fund. This meant that Bella was able to pay rent and buy groceries without worrying about getting a job. However, Bella would still get a part-time job at a library on the weekdays and working as a waitress on the weekends. With Bella perfectly fine with basic sweaters, long sleeve shirts, jeans, and anything that covers her skin. Bella had managed to save over five thousand dollars that she barely touched.
It wouldn't be until Renee finally found Phil that Bella began to believe that things could change. And change did happen. But it was for the worst. With Phil being such a good guy and paying attention to her, even though she was awkward and barely spoke. Phil still took the time to try and talk to her, ask about her day, see if she had any interests.
This caused Renee to grow jealous of Bella, believing that Bella was taking too much of Phil's time, even if it was only for about a few minutes. This caused Renee to pull Bella to the side one day and demand that Bella move in with her father. That she was now engaged and wanted to plan the wedding without her in the way. It truly broke her heart, hearing her mother say that to her without any hesitation and ended any hope of ever building a relationship.
She ended up moving to Forks, Washington to move in with her father, Charlie Swan. A workaholic who rather spend his free time watching sports or going to the reservation, then trying to build a relationship with his daughter. As soon as she moved in, Charlie went back to focusing on his work and later come home and watch TV. Sometimes he would bring food that he picked up for the both of them but it was never anything that she liked, with the exception of Pizza of course. While Charlie was definitely better then Renee, by at least acknowledging her presence, he still failed in any attempt of building a relationship, though I could take some of the blame for not trying myself. However I didn't know how to try. I never saw or spoke to Charlie before moving here and I was already seventeen years old. There's not much to really 'parent' me I guess, especially since I haven't been a child since I started paying the bills at nine.
The only difference was school. Instead of a few thousands and a building with multiple floors and rooms. Forks High only had a little over three hundred, all squeeze into small buildings. With classes that holds twenty five students or so, it was quite normal for everyone to know everyone. Which is why my first day was such a huge problem. Instead of ignoring me and letting me stick to the background, everyone paid attention to me. Apparently people barely moved into town, and since I was the chief of police only daughter, I was considered big news. A boy name Eric even tried to make some kind of newspaper story about me when we first met.
However I can admit that it was nice to talk to Angela, the only person I've ever met that could possibly call a friend. However, her friendship with Jessica and Lauren kept me at a distance. And besides Eric, who would just stare at me, the other guys were worst. Mike and Tyler would flirt with me constantly while staring at my chest. Their eyes were glued to them even though they were covered by a baggy sweater. I knew that no matter what I wore, my breasts would always somehow show itself, but I did the best I could to hide them. However instead of making me feel sick like I expected, I was instead feeling good. While I never masturbated before, I did feel the feelings of arousal whenever a passionate kiss was on screen or when I read about a couple first time making love after a long build-up. Love and sex are two different things. But this was the first time I've actually felt nice about someone's interest in me. I was getting turned on by their flirting.
However I wouldn't think about it again since I was quickly consumed by the mystery that was Edward Cullen shortly after. It wasn't even a month later when we were suddenly dating, even though either of us asked the other out. All because I learned he was a vampire and saved me from being crushed by a van. He explained everything about Vampires, from their hard diamond-like skin, their diet of animal blood, and of course the immortality. But what really caught my attention was the subject of mates. I didn't expect him to say that I was his mate. He explained how vampires only have one mate and that the reason why he ran out of biology was because he didn't want to kill me. He also explained how my blood sings to him more than anyone else's but that he could control himself.
Edward quickly became my boyfriend not that I even wanted a boyfriend. However I wasn't in love with him as he claimed he was with me. I just thought that it was because I was human and couldn't feel the pull. Now I know it was just because I was pulled in by a puzzle I wanted to solve and now that I did, I was caught in a relationship. But what surprised me was how old-fashioned Edward was. He only kissed my forehead and on my cheek. Never the lips. At first I thought he wanted to wait until we got married as I first believed, but now I know he never wanted to kiss me at all.
Because nine months later, Edward lead me into the woods and threw every insecurities I've ever had at my face. At that point, I was actually catching feelings for Edward and was even becoming friends with Alice and Emmett. Or so I thought. Apparently it was all a cover for them to continue to play their human charade. What really hurt me the most was that I was even planning a future with them. I started pulling away from my so called human friends. I thought that Edward would turn me and we would live our lives together. After hearing so much about mates from Alice and Esme, learning how mates stayed together forever, lead me to believe that Edward would change me.
What was worst was the fact that I ended up stumbling in the woods while it rained, in nothing but a pair of baggy shorts and a tank top. If I wasn't so cold, I would had pushed Sam away when he found me hours later. Even though my body was cold and I was shivering like a leaf. I couldn't help but realize that I was in revealing clothing in front of a man. When we came out of the woods, and onto the backyard of the house. Charlie who was with Billy and a few others all looked towards me with relief. Charlie surprised me the most as he had tears in his eyes and hugged me for real, not a awkward hug like he gave me when I first arrived, but an actual hug. I was in complete shock, not only because of my dad hugging me, but because of the situation I was in.
I was standing in front of a group of people, mostly men, in nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top that were now sticking to my body like glue. The water from the rain has made it where my clothes that should had been loose, was now hugging my frame like a glove. And worst of all. I wasn't wearing a bra or panties. Luckily for me, my shorts were dark and nothing could be seen. But my tank top, which was white by the way. My nipples were poking through due to the cold and I was sure that the color of my skin was able to be seen as well. Basically my entire breasts were in view and I was aroused.
I was in shock because I was aroused with my breasts being in view of who were basically strangers. The only ones I knew were Charlie, Billy, and Jacob. Sam I've just met and had already left. With Billy and Jacob now leaving as well, and since nobody said or acted weird, I assume nobody saw my breasts. Which I couldn't help but feel disappointed at the fact. I knew I needed to sleep as it was cleare something wrong was going on with me. After a quick shower and reassuring Charlie that I was alright, I headed to bed quickly so I could think back to what happened earlier.
I tried to come up with excuses on my reaction, blaming it on the rain and the cold, but I knew that couldn't be the case. Especially since I was feeling aroused just thinking about it. "Did Edward words break something inside of me?" But then I remembered that first day in the cafeteria, when Mike and Tyler flirted with me. While it wasn't anything like this, it was also the fact that I now knew why I felt good. It wasn't the flirting that made me aroused. It was the fact that the boys were staring at my chest.
The more I thought about it, the more I'd realized that I was getting turned on from the idea of people looking at my breasts. My hands soon found themselves on my chest, which was easy since I was still nude from my shower, and grabbed each boob softly. Feeling a surge of thrill shoot to my privates, I'd tilted my head back and let out my first ever moan. I've never masturbated before but I knew the basics. Knowing that tonight was Friday and there was no school tomorrow. I decided to finally explore my body by first massaging my breasts before touching the rose buds. A wave of pleasure ran through me, forcing more sound to escape past my lips. Luckily I knew that Charlie couldn't hear me, too invested in his sports downstairs. This lead me to finally deciding to touch my lower privates for the first time.
Laying in bed, with one hand on my left breast and the other between my legs, my speed increased as my hands began to touch my folds, causing a pressure to grow inside me. Images of the group of guys staring at my breast flashed before my eyes, causing my need to grow. When my fingers went to the top, they ended up touching my clit, and that almost made me scream. Pretty soon, my other hand joined my right and while one would rub between my lower lips, the other would gently flick and rub my clit. Feeling a sorta cramp building up, I had no choice but to lean forward a bit and that was when something shocking over came me. With thoughts of people staring at my breasts and two hands playing with my pussy. My eyes were caught by the mirror in front of me. Looking at myself completely nude, with my legs stretched out wide, and two hands between my legs rubbing intensely. I couldn't help but think that I looked like a slut. And with that single thought. I had my first orgasm. Moving one of my hands to cover my mouth, I came with such an explosion that I couldn't help but remember those stories about woman seeing stars. Because this was exactly how that felt if not more.
Gasping for breath, with my left hand rest on my chest and the right laying on top of my pussy, and my body exhausted. I realized that perhaps I was wrong about my thoughts. Perhaps I did want attention, just not in the normal way. Realizing that I came with an image of people looking at me in my head, plus the image from the mirror while I masturbated overlapped and pretty soon I came once I thought about people looking at my naked body.
I was quick to pull my sheets over my body when I heard Charlie coming up the stairs. Pretending to sleep as he check on me before heading to the bathroom, I was quick to grab my phone from the little table beside my bed. I knew that I wasn't going to bed since I was still aroused and decided I was going to do it again but would have to wait to Charlie goes to bed. I knew he would check on me again, making sure I was alright before heading to bed. And since I could hear the water running, I knew I had to be quick. Knowing that there was many websites that had videos I could watch, I decided to just look at some images from Google. All I typed was 'Naked girls in public' and my imagination took over. Seeing the pictures of many woman in revealing lingerie if not completely naked while being in public, while also imagining myself in their place, I was able to quickly reach my second orgasm.
Laying in bed, gasping for breath once again, I knew I had a problem. I was becoming addicted to this feeling. And with the images not stopping and feeling myself growing aroused again. I knew I was going to have a long night.
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Considering how this is still a draft and I'm waiting for some help. This first chapter may get updated later down the line. I know there's loads of Grammer issues but I don't have any good resources.
This story isn't planned to be long, perhaps 12 chapters at most, but who knows. I'm open to suggestions.
As for my plans for chapter two, in case you want to help, will focus on a few things before we get to all the fun stuff.
Spoiler warning: Bella is gonna get addicted to masturbating and watching porn. She's going to learn all about Exhibitionism and by the end, she's going to go to the mall to buy some "slutty" clothes. I'm thinking about adding a scene where Bella masturbates in the bathroom at the mall, but perhaps I'll save that for the beginning of chapter three.
