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Neighbours	By : That-Girl-Han Category: Twilight Series > AU/AR > Het > Het Views: 2455 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In theory, telling your parents that you’re moving in with your boyfriend should be fairly easy. However, when you have parents like mine – it gets abit tricky. Of course, it doesn’t help when they haven’t even met Jacob, nor knew I was in a serious relationship. But I had never really indulged my information to them, not willingly anyway. Well, not until thirty seconds ago.
Myself and my mum were sitting at the little round table in their kitchen. Her mouth was slightly open as she was processing what I had just told her.
“Mum,” I looked down at my hands, clutching my mug between them. “It really isn’t a big deal.”
“I just can’t believe you didn’t tell me sooner.” She leaned closer, “are you ashamed of us?”
“No!” I replied at once. “Of course not.”
“Well you didn’t even tell me you were seeing this man.” She said, looking hurt. “What else should I think? What else are you not telling me?” Her face rolled with shock. “You’re not pregnant, are you?”
“God, no! It just slipped my mind.” I shrugged innocently, like I had told her I forgot to put the dishwasher on.
“Right.” She gave me the famous ‘I know you’re lying to me’ look. “What’s his name?” She questioned.
“Jacob.”
“Jacob what?”
“Black.”
“What does he do?”
“Fire-fighter.”
“OK.” She nodded, pursing her lips. “Where are you moving too”?
I gave a shrug. “I don’t know yet. We’re looking at the moment.”
“Where abouts are you looking?” She pressed. “I don’t want you moving to a…dodgy part.” She lowered her voice as she said the last part.
“Everywhere at the moment, mum.” I groaned inwardly. I knew she’d ask me like a million questions. It was just like the time when she and dad went away for a long weekend and I was left at home when I was seventeen. I swear, she quizzed me on how to use the whole kitchen, describing each and every appliance and she even made me learn the hotel number off my heart in case I needed anything.
“Well, you stay away from Corps street, won’t you?” She pointed an index finger at me. “The houses up there are all full of hooligans. You’d probably be burgled before you’ve lived there six months.”
I sighed. “OK mum.”
“Promise me.”
“Urh, I promise we’ll stay away from Corps street.” I replied like a robot.
“Good.” She smiled as she let out a breath. “When do we get to meet this young man?”
Again, I shrugged. I was careful not to mention that I had already met Jacob’s folks, since that would start world war three.
“Whenever you want.”
“This Sunday, then?” She instantly perked up. “For dinner?”
I brought my mug to my lips. “Erm, sure. Why not”?
“Super!” She clasped her hands together. “EDWARD!”
I cringed as my dad strolled in casually with his hands behind his back. He had gotten to that age where he thought it was perfectly acceptable to wear shorts with socks and flip-flops. I needed to get him the latest catalogue of Little Woods.
“Yes, my love?” He said.
“Nessie is bringing her new boyfriend around for Sunday dinner!”
Dad sat down in the vacant chair next to us with a smile that reached his eyes. “I did wonder if we’d ever get to meet the famous George Glass!”
I shuddered. Whenever dad thought I had a boyfriend, he’d nickname him George Glass. Probably because he thought I made them up or something. Which is utter shit, I’ve never made up a boyfriend. Well, I did when I was eighteen. My mum and dad thought I was a lesbian because I still hadn’t talked about boys around them or brought one home.
“Dad, that wasn’t funny ten years ago and it still isn’t funny now.” I quipped.
“I’m only teasing.” He smiled, gently trying to pinch my cheek.
I flinched back. “Well don’t. You’ll give me a complex.”
“Don’t be rude, Renesmee.” Mum told me sternly. “What does Jacob like to eat, then? Does he eat roast dinners? –“
“Everybody eats roast dinners.” Dad interrupted.
“No, not everyone. Vegetarians don’t.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Bella.” Dad furrowed his brow. “They do but they just have vegetarian supplements.”
Mum let out a short laugh. “Complete nonsense. They don’t make vegetarian chicken!”
“Yes, they do.”
“No, they don’t.”
“They do.”
“They don’t, do they, Nessie?” My mum turned to me.
I just shrugged, not really paying attention at their squabbling. It was always like this in at home, which was probably why I chose to visit rarely.
“Well, anyway. “ Mum patted her hair down, “I’ll make a roast.”
Dad pushed away from the table and stood up. “Nessie, while you’re here. You couldn’t make yourself useful, could you? We brought a computer and well, we don’t know how to work it.”
“What do you need a computer for?” I asked a little worried. My parents never have been up to date with the latest technology. They’ve still got their typewriter upstairs. And their mobile phones are like the basic bricks you can get really cheaply. Plus, whenever I mentioned about them investing in a computer, dad would normally turn around and say ‘I don’t need one of those, thank you. I have a perfectly good news paper here. That’s all the news I need.’ So, I eventually gave up with it.
“I don’t.” Mum gave dad a stern look. “Your father insisted we have one.”
“OK, dad.” I faced him. “Why do you need one? If you don’t know how to use it then there’s no point in getting one, is there?”
“Of course there’s a point.” He tugged his t-shirt down. “I like to Google things.”
“Google?” The sudden interest in Google had me suspicious.
“Yes.”
“What do you Google?”
“Does that matter?” Dad gave me hard look. “Just come and a look at the bloody thing.”
I begrudgingly followed my dad in the front room to where he had unpacked the computer. As I was walking past the side table, I halted. My name was scribble on envelope. The handwriting looked oddly familiar. I picked it up with delicate fingers.
"Mum," I called over my shoulder. "What's this letter on the table?"
Mum came up behind me and peered over my shoulder. "Oh, I bumped in to Linda. She gave one to me and your father and that one for you.”
I froze. Linda? As in Jennifer’s mum. Oooh dear. Linda had met my mum when myself and Jennifer were going to see Mamma Mia on stage and we decided to take our mums because work gave us for tickets, and Nick and Nate didn’t fancy it. Safe to say, Linda and my mum became quite close friends after that.
“What is it?”
"I'm not sure, darling." She waltzed over to dad and the computer, "she just handed it to me."
“Haven’t you opened yours?” I asked, watching her.
“Not yet.”
I ripped it open with more force than necessary. I unwrinkled the pages. I read the first couple of lines.
‘Dear Renesmee,
It’s my greatest pleasu-‘
"OK, so it’s on. Now what do I do?" Dad’s voice interrupted me.
"Use the mouse and click on whatever it is you want to do." I muttered, my eyes glued to the sheets of paper, re-reading it again. This time, hoping I wouldn’t get put off again.
"Mouse?!" Mum shrieked, "what mouse?! Kill it, Edward!"
I turned my head and watched them both as my dad froze and began to search the room like a hawk while my mum just began to dance on the spot.
I laughed at the pair of them as I dropped the paper of the table. "No," I walked over and gripped the mouse. "This is the mouse. It’s how you use the computer."
"What? Oh thank heavens," mum sighed with her hand on her chest.
"Ah, I see." Dad came over to the computer, "that's awfully clever."
"Yes, it is, isn't it?" I mumbled uninterested. "Anyway, so you move this and the curser will move on the computer. See?" I backed away letting my dad have a go while I went back to reading the letter. I narrowed my eyes as I read further…it wasn’t a letter at all. It was a wedding invitation.
“Mum, did you know Linda was going to marry Nick?” I asked, not taking my eyes away from the invitation.
“I think she said something of the sort, yes.” Mum shrugged as she leaned over dad looking at the computer. “Oh, Google our names, Edward.”
“Mum! Why didn’t you tell me?” I groaned. “Does Jennifer know?”
“Ness,” Mum said with a sigh. “I am not your personal assistant. I don’t know everything that goes on in the world, do I?”
It would seem like I’d have to tell Jennifer myself. That was something I wasn’t going to enjoy. I shoved the piece of paper in my bag; I’d just show her instead. Which reminded me, I was meeting her in twenty minutes.
“Alright, mum. I’m going to take off.” I walked over and kissed her on the cheek. “I’ll call you about Sunday, OK?”
“Yes, alright, darling.”
“Take care, dad.” I kissed him on the cheek too. He just grunted at me, keeping his eyes fixed on the computer. “Love you both! Byeeeee!” I called as I slammed the front door behind me.

After our coffee from Star Bucks, we decided that we’d take a stroll down the high street. Just to window shop, really. When I was an estate agent, I got all hysterical and begged Jen to come and look at the window with me. I glanced at the little square sheets of paper and groaned. There was so many! How on earth would I know what to look for?
"I don't know what I'm looking for." I told Jen with a frown.
Jennifer snorted. "Well, it needs to have at least four walls and a roof right? Oh, so this would do." She pointed to a single room flat above a fish and chips take away place.
"If I'm going to spend my life there, I want to be nice. I don't any old shitty crap hole. Besides,” I leaned closer and looked at the details. “This one looks like something out of a horror movie. And the smell must be horrendous.”
Jennifer faced me, slowly. "What do you mean 'spend the rest of your life there'?"
I gave an indifferent shrug. "It means what it means."
"Do you love him?" She asked her tone slightly shocked.
"I think so.” I nodded. “Yes.”
Jennifer whistled, "Fuck me sideways. I wasn't expecting that."
"Why? We're moving forward with our relationship. It’s only natural." I said casually, admiring a lovely little family home. Then I saw the price and nearly fainted.
"I suppose that's right." Jen agreed. "Have you told him yet?" She asked, turning back to the window.
I paused for a moment. "I don't know how."
"OK, watch me," I looked at her, with a raised eyebrow, "I love you. See how easy that was? Watch again." Jen fully faced me with her eyes shut. "I love you," she smiled. "It’s so easy, I did it without looking."
"Ha-de-ha." I grumbled.
She laughed at my expression. "Hah, what's the face for, groucho?"
"I was being serious."
"So was I."
"You can’t just sprout it out, you know. It has to be special."
"Riiight!" Jen quickly added, "you wanna know how Nick told me that he loved me?"
"Over a KFC bargain bucket?"
"No, although that would have been better." She pursed her lips, "he told me while he was having a shit.”
I looked at her. "Are you pulling my leg?"
"Does it look like I'm joking? Besides, this is Nick we're talking about here. The one that left me for my over aged wrinkly saggy mother." She said with acid on her tongue.
"Then again," I turned back to the window, "saying I love you over a bargain bucket really isn't so bad."
"Speaking of ex bed notches - have you spoke to Nate recently."
My mind flipped back to a couple of weeks ago when I bumped in to him a Tesco. I spotted him first with Lillian in the fresh fruits and vegetable section then as soon as he clocked me, he practically knocked her over in the potato bin, trying to hide her and hope I didn’t see her.
"Yeah. He was with Lillian."
“I knew they’d end up together.” Jennifer said sharply. “But they won’t last. It’s like my mum and Nick. He’ll leave her when he realised what a stupid fucking mistake he made. Then he’ll come crawling back to me and I’ll tell him where to stick it.” She said with a smirk.
Ah. That reminded me. I eased my bag off my shoulder and dug around for the letter. Once my fingers grasped it, I paused with my hand still in my bag. If I told her now, in public then she couldn’t really scream and shout without a lot of people taking notice. Then again, decorum wasn’t Jennifer’s strong suit.
“Jen.” I said slowly. “I’ve got something go show you. Now, promise me you won’t over react and throw a paddy.”
Her eyes lit up. “Oh god. Have you got one of those thrusting vibrators? I’ve seen them in Ann Summers and I really want one, but their like –“
“No, Jen.” I hissed. “It’s nothing like that. And I wouldn’t pull one out now, right in front of the estate agent window, would I?”
She rolled her eyes. “Probably not.”
“Look.” I pulled my hand out and shoved it towards her. Her huffed as she took it in her hands, studying it with little interest until she obviously spotted a key word. Jennifer’s mouth slid open in shock.
“What. The. Fuck.”
“Jen, please, shh.” I hissed, looking around at the people staring at us as they walked past.
She thrusted the piece of paper in the air. “This is a bloody joke! He’s done this to fuck me off! I’m telling ya!”
“Jen, people are looking.”
“I don’t give a fuck if the Queen was looking!” She cried in anger. “I can’t believe these fuckers are cocking getting married! What assholes! The pair of them!”
I shifted awkwardly on one foot. “So sorry.” I mouthed to an elderly woman as she looked at us with disgust.
“C’mon, Jen. Let’s get a taxi to yours.”
I hailed us a taxi. Jennifer didn’t take her eyes off the invitation the whole time through the taxi journey. We piled out of the taxi and to her house. She opened the door and we both headed for the kitchen. The silence that surrounded us was painful.
“Tea?” I offered, grabbing the kettle.
“Urgh.” I took that as a yes.
While I waited for the kettle to boil, I leaned on her counter and had a look around. Her house really was quite something. She had managed to get it in the divorce. Three bedrooms, a large kitchen dining area, nice front room. A real traditional English family home. Then I noticed a bunch of flowers on the counter. A dozen red roses. I scooped up the label.
‘To Jenny. Sorry for ruining your tights, sweetpea. D XXX’
“Jen?” I asked eyeing up the tag. “Did Dex send you some flowers for ruining your tights?”
“Yeah.” She replied easily.
“Uh, Jen. Why was he wearing your tights?” I turned around to face her. She shifted in her seat. I knew he liked it a bit kinky and whatnot, but wearing women’s clothes was a whole new level.
“We do a lot of role play.” She explained. “He was being superman.”
“Pardon?” I blinked a couple of times. Did she just say role play? “So, he wore your tights?”
“Yes. Was quite the night, actually.” She chuckled to herself.
Eeesh. I hated to think what else they did. But I suppose, it was good that they were getting on. That gave me a thought. Role play. I’ve never done that with Jacob. Perhaps it’ll spice up the bedroom. “Jen?” I asked, pouring the water in to our mugs. “What role play do you do? I only ask because I might try it with Jake.”
“Um,” she counted them on her hands. “Superheroes. Cops and robbers. The prime minster and his dirty little maid. That’s my favourite.” She added with a smirk. “Uhh, and the other night, we were American surfers.”
I finished our teas while I thought over the ideas. I liked the cop and robbers one. And I already had a pair of hand cuffs at home. They weren’t the cheap nasty plastic type either; they were quite expensive if I remember correctly. Mmm, my mind nagged at me just thinking about them, there was something else about the handcuffs that I needed to remember….but I had forgotten.
I set our cups at the table as I sat down on the opposite chair to Jen. She went back to staring a hole through the invitation.
“You’re not going are you?” She suddenly asked, looking up.
I shook my head. “No. Although, my mum might be.”
“I can’t believe they didn’t even tell me. Fuckers.”
“Well,” I took a breath,” you haven’t been on best speaking terms with either of them, have you?”
She didn’t answer me. Instead, she just looked down at her wooden table.
“I have an idea!”
I took a mouthful of tea. “I’m not sure.”
“No, just hear me out. It’s the best plan I’ve ever thought of!” She smiled proudly.
I pursed my lips. “Well, you said that about the whole pretending to be lesbians plan just to get a Marko card, and look how that turned out.” I pointed out.
She just bit her lip. “OK, so that wasn’t the best idea I’ve ever come up with. But just listen.”
I had left Jennifer’s shortly after I she continued to tell me her crazy plan. And it was crazy. But I had no choice but to agree. After all, she was my best friend. Plus, I owed her back for the time she talked her out of the police man giving me a fine for five thousand pounds, all because I parked on a double red line. Which wasn’t even my fault. They were faded, so if anyone should have gotten the fine, it’s the council for such shoddy road work.
“I looked at an estate agents window today with Jen.” I told Jake as I wrapped a tea towel around my hand and got the tray from the oven.
“Yeah?” He replied, placing the plates on the counter. “Any you liked?”
I gave a shrug as I scooped chicken on to our plates. “I don’t know what we’re looking for.”
“A house.” He smiled casually at me. “With a garden, a garage and a dishwasher.”
“Yes, thank you.” I said as I started on the vegetables. “My point was how many bedrooms do we want? How many bathrooms? Do we want a loft or a conservatory? “
“That kind of stuff doesn’t bother me.” He replied, sitting down at the table. “I saw one down at Greenwich which looked nice. It was in our price range. I took down the number.”
“Really?” once I had finished serving the mash; I brought the plates do the table and put it down. “Was it a nice area?” I asked, suddenly hearing my mum’s voice in my head about Corps Street.
“Yeah. It’s on a private road and everything.” Jacob told me as he picked up his fork.
“OK, I’ll call them tomorrow at work and arrange a viewing.” I said before stuffing my face.
We had gotten in to the habit of eating dinner together, normally we’d take turns and the person who cooked would be the place that we spent the night. And since Jake cooked us egg sandwiches yesterday, it was apparently my turn night. Although, I did try to tell him that cooking egg sandwiches really isn’t cooking, and therefore he should have to cook again tonight but he didn’t buy it.
I watched Jacob push around his food with his fork, a frown on his face.
“Is the food OK?” I asked.
“Yeah.” He let out a heavy sigh. Then he met my eyes. “Be honest, do you think I’ve put on weight?”
His question startled me. And quite frankly, made no sense. He was probably one of the fittest people I know. I mean, every time I walk up our flat stairs it feels like I’m having cardiac arrest but Jacob can run up them two at a time without effort.
“Of course not! Look at you!” I waved my fork at him. “You’ve got as much fat on you then I have on my little finger.”
The corner of his mouth twitched. “Well, I’ve definitely put some on. I can hardly run my twelve miles without feeling like a granddad.”
“OK.” I smiled at him. “I’ll tell you what. Let’s start running together then. ‘Cus I’m feeling some extra wing, as it goes.” I lifted up my arm and began to shake it, allowing my bingo wings to flap about.
Plus, twelve miles isn’t far, is it? I could probably do that.
Jacob snorted. “Have a laugh. You’ve hardly got any bingo wings.”
“I have.” I nodded. “And I’m probably gathering some extra tire around my belly.”
“No, you’re not. You look great.”
“Well, you have to say that. I give you sex.” I chuckled.
He laughed a throaty sound. “Not as much as I’d like.”
“No. If you had it your way, that’s all we’d ever be doing.”
“It’s a good exercise, you know.” He said matter-of-factly.
I nodded at him. “I know. And if you eat your dinner then maybe later we could…you know, exercise.” I smiled at him, remembering what Jennifer told me earlier about role play. Hehehe.
“OK.” Jacob rushed before tucking in to his dinner.
I chuckled to myself. I can’t believe I bribed him like a child. But I suppose that’s what most men are like. Offer them sex and they will do anything. Then again, if he offered me sex for something, then I’d probably do it, actually.
After a few more mouthfuls, I decided that I’d tackle the whole going to my parents’ house issue. Really, he should have met them a while ago but I was abit hesitant.
“I saw my mum today,” I reached for my drink. “She’s invited you over for Sunday dinner.”
“’Bout time.” He grinned through a mouthful of mash. It wasn’t pretty. “I was starting to think I’ll never meet your parents.”
I pursed my lips. “Wouldn’t be a shame if you didn’t. Besides, you’re the first proper boyfriend that will meet them.”
“Lucky me.”
“No really.” I grumbled. “My mum will make a big fuss over you.”
Jacob chuckled. “I don’t see a problem with that.”
“You wouldn’t.” I replied. “I don’t even know why I’m being sour about this. I’m sure it’ll go fine.”
“Exactly. I’m great with parents. Especially mums.” Jake winked.
“OK, that is why I’m sour about it.” I waved my fork at him, a little bit of mash flying on to the floor. “I found out today that Jen’s ex hubby is marrying her mother.”
“I highly doubt that I’ll marry your mum, Ness.” Jake frowned.
“I know.” I nodded, understanding how stupid it was, even thinking about it, but it happened to Jen, didn’t it?
“Changing the subject,” I gave him a sly smile. “What do you think of role play?”
Jacob coughed and banged his chest with his fist, obviously choking on a bit of food. “Urgnnng…..What?”
“Role play.” I leaned on the table with my elbows. “For? Against?”
Jake cleared his throat. “Are we talking about-“
“The sexual kind, yes.” I cut in.
He just blinked at me. “What, er, what kind did you have in mind?”
I began to tick them off my fingers. “Cops and Robbers. Prison guard and prisoner. School girl and teacher. Boss and Secretary. Stripper and client. You get the gist.”
“Oh,” he smirked. “Like a nun and a priest?”
“Exactly!”
“I’m open to that.” He said, pushing his plate away from him. “What are you thinking?”
“Well,” I leaned back in my chair. “I’ve got a pair of handcuffs, so cops and robbers?”
“Really? Hmm, cops and robbers it is then.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a cheeky smile. “Are you finished?” He asked, looking at my half-finished meal. Before I could answer, Jake stood up scooped both of our plates and placed them on the kitchen side. He spun on his heel before turning back for me. “C’mon you.” He took my hand and led me to the bedroom. “Where are these handcuffs?”
“Hang on a second, Mr.” I said once we were in my bedroom. “If we’re going to do this, then we’ll do it properly. I’ll be the cop and you can be the naughty robber.”
A grin spread over his face. “OK, yes.”
“Right.” I folded my arms. “Do you have a blue shirt?” I asked, thinking about what I could wear.
“What do you need a blue shirt for? Surely, you’re going to end up naked anyway –“
“Jake, do you have one? Yes or no?”
Jake groaned. “Yes, I do but –“
“Go get it.” I ordered, pointing towards the door. “Off you go.”
“Ness –“
“Go!”
“Urg, Fine.” Jake jogged out of my bedroom. Once I heard the door close behind him, I raced to my bedside table and pulled out the sliver hand cuffs. With them in my hand, I grabbed a belt and headed for the bathroom. I shut and locked the door behind me, I didn’t want Jake bursting in and ruining the surprise. I quickly whipped off all my clothes until I was just in my underwear. I ruffled my hair about, looking in the mirror, trying to give myself the sexy wind swept look. “Think sexy.” I muttered to myself as I applied some cherry lip gloss. I dropped that in the sink and started to open random draws, I wasn’t sure what I was looking for but I suddenly stopped when my eyes came across the vibrating cock ring. Yes!! Excellent! I picked it up and put it beside the hand cuffs and belt. Tonight was going to be sooooo fun!
“Ness?” Jake’s voice carried through the apartment. “Where are you?”
I whipped my head outside the door, but keeping my body hidden, with my hand extended for the shirt. “Here.”
Jacob handed me the shirt. “What are you doing?” He asked, trying to peak in to the bathroom.
“You’ll see.” I said as I pulled back in to the bathroom and shut it in his face.
“Ness, I don’t quite understand what’s happening here….” Jake’s voice was slightly muffed through the door.
“Look,” I said, sliding out of my bra before putting on his shirt. “I’m going to be the cop. So when I come out, I want you to be the robber, OK?”
“OK?” By the sound of his voice, I knew he was still confused.
“Jake, just pretend to be stealing stuff when I come out. You know role play.”
“Ohhhh!” He replied. “Alright then.” His shadow disappeared from under the door, so I assumed he went off to process what I had told him.
Once I was in the shirt, I looked at myself in the mirror. Sure enough, it was too big and far too long. But perfect enough to pass as a skimpy dress thingy. I did the belt around my waist, making sure that I hung the handcuffs on the belt. I dropped the vibrating cock ring in the top breast pocket. I just stood there for a couple of moments, not sure what to do next. I mean, do I go out now or pretend to be a cop or am I just me being a cop? Argh, I should’ve asked Jen how this works. I ruffled my hair one last time before I turned to the door. I grinned as my fingers lingered on the door knob. OK, Ness. Deep breath, this is going to be fun. Relax. Enjoy it.
I pulled the door open and stepped out, feeling tough and macho. I looked over towards the kitchen and Jacob was standing behind the counter with a grin. He had shed his t-shirt and had a pillow case in his hand. Huh, nice touch.
“Stop!” My voice didn’t sound like me. It sounded more deep and husky. “Don’t move.”
Jacob face rolled with mock shock before taking a step out. Then I noticed he wasn’t wearing his jeans either. He was just in his boxers.
“Jake! Why are you practically naked already?”
“I’m not Jake.” He said casually. “I’m Burt.”
A bubble of laughter rose up in my throat. “Burt?” I asked disbelievingly.
“Yup. And you’re not Ness. You’re Cindy.”
I put a hand of my hip. “Jake, why am I Cindy?”
“Because you’ve picked the scenario, so I get to pick our names.” Jake wagged a finger at me. “Now stop calling me Jake. I’m Burt and I’ve been a very naughty boy, so come on.”
I giggled. “Fair enough.” I gave a little cough and carried on with my super sexy voice. “Halt, criminal!”
“You’ll have to catch me first!” Jacob’s own voice was replaced by a horrible Russian accent. I had to try not to burst in to fits of giggles. Jake began to move and I gave chase. As soon as Jake saw me coming towards him, he took off around my apartment and made me chase him. About three minutes in, I was huffing and puffing. Urgh, fucker.
“Stop!” I panted. “Or I’ll punish you!” Jake obviously knew I was about to kneel over and die because he stopped running about and let me catch him. I pushed him against the wall and lent on my tip toes with my hands on either side of his head. “You’ve be a very bad boy, haven’t you?” I whispered, my lips lingering on his.
“Uhuhh,” he breathed, his hot breath tickling my mouth.
“What am I going to do with you?” I murmured, my tongue licking his lips. Before he could reply, I grabbed a hold of his hand and yanked him towards my bedroom. “You’ll be inside for a very long time.” I told him over my shoulder.
“What can I say?” Jake said with the accent. “I live for the danger.”
“You’re danger days are over, punk!” I spat as I threw him down on my bed. He flipped over so he was lying on his back. “Shift up.” I said so he moved up closer towards my bar headboard. I walked around to the side of the bed and removed the hand cuffs from my belt.
“Hands now!” I ordered and a little smirk played on his lips before he obediently raised his arms up. I took his right hand; hand cuffed it then put the other hand cuff around a bar on the head board, so it came back out and then I hand cuffed his left hand. Both hands were handcuffed and he couldn’t get up. Excellent. I stepped back with a smile as Jake testing it by yanking his hands. The hand cuffs didn’t break or shatter, they simply rattled against the metal bar.
“Ness, you have got the key, haven’t you?” Jake asked, looking at his hand.
I ignored his question. “Do not call me Ness,” I gently slapped his bare thigh. “Naughty boy!”
Jacob squirmed under my touch. “Sorry Cindy.” He said, again with the accent. I reached over and rubbed his hard stomach before lowering myself and fluttering kisses over his skin. I straddled his hips and began to kiss his mouth, teasing him with my tongue. His own tongue came out of his mouth and I sucked on it slowly before pressing my mouth against his.
I pulled away quickly and Jacob looked up at me with wide eyes. I panicked for a moment, not sure what to do next, then I had an idea. I traced my hands up and down my stomach, making little moaning noises.
“Hmm.” I moaned, slowly undoing the buttons of the shirt. Once I had undone enough, so the shirt gaped open at the top, exposing my breasts, I slid a hand in. Jakes eyes went wide. I bit my lip from gigging. “Oooh, that feels nice.” I whispered, caressing my breasts in front of him. I undid the rest of the shirt and flung off the belt, throwing it behind me. I leaned forward pressing my lips against his neck, feeling my nipples rub against his chest. Jakes breathing hitched up.
“I want to kiss you.” He breathed, his accent gone and replaced with huskiness.
I pushed myself up and shook my head. “Nutuh. You do as I say.” I said as I grinded myself over his erection. Jake hissed and dropped his head back. I slowly slid myself down his legs so I could grab the hem of his boxers, pulling them down and letting his hard cock spring to life. Every time I saw his manhood, I couldn’t help but feel the wetness start to pool between my legs. It really was a turn on. Ever so slowly, I bend down and took his head in to my mouth. Jacob groaned.
“Do you like that?” I said as I licked around his head once more before taking him in my mouth.
“Urnnnng. Yes!” Jacob moaned.
I began to work his cock in my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around his shaft and head. Jacob was groaning in pleasure as he watched me. I sucked on the tip one last time before pulling myself up and reaching in to the breast pocket for the ring. Jakes eyes followed my every movement.
“What’s that?” He asked, a little breathless.
I winked at him as I took it out of the wrapper. “You’ll like it.” I carefully eased it on and down his hard penis; Jake blew out a breath once it was at around his base. I giggled at him as I flicked the on switch, suddenly hearing the vibrations kick in to life.
Jacob suddenly twitched. “Urhh.” He licked his lips. “That’s, er, uhhhghgnn.”
I touched his cock and felt the vibrations pulse off him. I did have to admit, it made me incredibly wet. I slowly started pump him with my thumb circling his head. He shivered under my touch. Keeping my hand on him, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to his. He met my own passion and urgency. Jacob pushed his tongue in to my mouth. By this time, I had forgotten about the stupid role play and I wanted him, so without breaking our kiss, I tried to shimmy off my underwear but Jacob shifted underneath me and I lost my balance. I slid off the bed and landed on the floor with a crash. Luckily, I didn’t hurt myself so I stood back up.
“I’m OK!” I said stroking my hair down before taking off my wet knickers and climbing back on the bed, straddling Jake again. We continued to make out as I was slowly grinded my wetness over Jake’s stomach.
“Urgnnn,” Jake moaned against my lips. “Ride me.”
I nipped his bottom lip before pulling away and shifted backwards so his cock was in front of my pussy. I gently took a hold of him and brought him to my lips, teasing my clit with his head. “Uh god.” I breathed.
“Fuck me already!” Jacob groaned thrusting his hips.
I eased him inside of me slowly. I let out a moan as I felt the vibrations. Fuck. This was best thing I’d ever brought.
“Ahh, Jake!” I moaned as I sunk on his cock.
“Burt.” Jake hissed.
“Uhuhh Burt!” I gripped on his thighs behind me as I began to ride him. At first I did it slowly and gentle but I wanted more, so I started to rock on him with more force. The only sounds what could be heard were our heavy breathing and the bed making a slightly noise.
“Shit Cindy!” Jake moaned.
I began to slam on him hard, letting his thick cock get deep inside me. I let my head flop back as I continued to fuck him.
“Fuck, it’s tight!” Jacob groaned.
“Mmmhmm. I’m so close.”
“No, Ness.” Jake swallowed. “The ring. It’s too tight. It’s hurting me!”
My head snapped up. “What?” I froze on him. “What’s tight?”
“The fucking ring! Get it off! It’s really start to hurt.”
Oh shit. I slid off him and took the vibrating ring in my fingers. It was wet and hot. Which it would be, really. I tried to pull it off but it wouldn’t budge. I tried again to no avail.
“It’s stuck!” I cried, trying again. “It won’t come off.”
Jacob’s head jerked up and watched my hands. “What do you mean it won’t come off? Just pull it off!”
“I can’t!”
Jacob went to try it himself but his hands whipped back with the hand cuffs. “Ness, unlock me.”
I nodded and jumped off the bed and began to dig around in my drawers trying to find the key. It must be where the handcuffs were, surely! But they weren’t there. Fuck! I started to look in the draw above.
“Hurry up!” Jacob shouted.
“I can’t fucking find them!”
“What?!”
“There not here!” I shirked, now panicking. Then I suddenly remembered why they were in that draw in the first place. I was meant to throw them away but I never got around to it. I had lost the key when I used them with Nate in the bathroom, they had fallen in to the toilet and Nate flushed it. Bollocks!
“What do you mean, they’re not there?” He said through clenched teeth.
“It means what I just said!”
“For fuck sake!” He yanked the handcuffs. “Get these bastards off me!”
“Oh god.” I stood up and looked at his penis. It was starting to turn an unhealthy shade of purple. “That’s not good.”
“Shit. It’s gonna drop off!” Jakes voice wobbled as he noticed his penis. “I’m not gonna have a dick no more!”
“It won’t!” I began to shift about on the spot, not knowing what to do. “We’ll just stick it back on!”
“Urnnn! Call someone to help me!” Jacob cried still desperately trying to rip the handcuffs apart.
“Who!?”
“Anyone!”
I dashed in to the front room and called 999. I danced on the spot while it rung.
“Hello emergency service. How can I he-“
“Help! My boyfriend is stuck! He is handcuffed to the bed and his penis is going to fall off! We need help!!! Quickly!”
“OK. What’s the address?” The lady’s voice sounded abit more alert.
I told her my address and she told me she’d send someone over straight away. I threw the phone on the sofa and ran back in to the bedroom where Jacob was now sweating as he was thrashing about on the bed.
“Someone’s coming!” I rushed out. For some reason, I ran for my underwear and slid them off then I reached for the oversize shirt. There was no point in me staying naked in the emergency service was going to arrive and help. As I was doing up the buttons, Jake shouted at me.
“What the fuck are you doing?!”
I groaned. “Getting dressed! What does it look like!?” I snapped back.
“Fuck that. Help me!” He roared.
“What do you want me to do about it?” I waved my hands in the air. “Cut it off!?”
“NO!”
Then I had an idea. I quickly dashed to the bathroom, ignoring Jakes outcry’s for me not to go, and picked up my hand soap. I carried it back to the bedroom and squirted loads in my hands. I rubbed them together before I pressed them to Jakes penis.
“What are you doing?” Jake asked his voice all hysterical.
“I’m going to slide it off you,” I said as I rubbed the soap around the ring, which was still vibrating, “it should just slip off.”
A roll of relief rolled over his face. “Oh. OK.” He took a deep breath.
I tried to pull it off, but Jake’s penis had obviously swollen and now the ring wouldn’t move. It was completely stuck there.
“Well, get it off then!” Jake screeched.
“I’m trying.” I grunted as I pulled hard on the ring but my hands just slipped off and whacked me in the head. “Grng. It won’t move.” I stepped back and looked at the mess I had caused. Now it looked like Jacob had come all over himself. Crap.
Jacob opened his mouth to say something, but the noise of sirens hushed him. His jaw clenched. “That’s…that’s the fucking fire brigade.”
“They’ll help you. Look at you. You’re lying there like a bloody beach whale!” I cried throwing my arms about. “You don’t exactly have the luxury to be picky about who cuts you free.”
“I work with these fellas! You don’t understand –“
The loud banging on the wall ceased Jake from carrying on. We exchanged looks. I gulped before chucking my bed cover over his hips so he wouldn’t be exposed right away. I hurried to the front door and whipped it open. Dex stood there with a worried expression with someone else I didn’t know.
“We came as soon as I recognised the address.” Dex’s eyes flickered towards me then past me in to my apartment.
“He’s in my bedroom!” I stood out of the way and let the guys march in.
I stood outside, not wanting to get in the way. I heard Dex’s booming laughter, obviously laughing at Jacob handcuffed to my bed with his flopper out. Then I heard Jacob’s voice rise in anger. I crossed my arms and paced the length of my apartment. This was probably the worst night ever. In my life. Jesus Christ. I am never using one of those rings ever again! Plus, I’m pretty sure Jake wouldn’t either.
Another loud bang at my door distracted my thoughts. I walked over and slowly opened the door. It was two paramedics. Why where they here….oh, yes. I mentioned that his penis was going to fall off, didn’t I? I allowed them to come in and pointed them to the direction of my bedroom. This time I followed them but I stood outside, peering through. Jacob, now cut free from the handcuffs, was standing up with a sheet wrapped around him, while Dex was bending down in front of him trying to remove the ring. If I didn’t know any better, I would have laughed.
“Gotcha!” Dex grumbled as he stood up, with the ring in his hand. “Do I even wanna know what this white shit is”? He asked curling his lip.
“It’s fucking hand soap.” Jacob snapped.
One of the paramedics stepped forward and started to talk to Jake before bending down and getting a look at this penis aswell. Dex and the other fireman mumbled their goodbyes to Jake before stepping out of my bedroom.
“Thanks.” I muttered to Dex as he walked past me.
“Haha! No problem! Though, we had to cut the handcuffs so unfortunately, you won’t be using those anytime soon.” Dex began to chuckle. “Anyway, we’ll let the medics take over. You got my number if you need anything.”
I nodded, although, I didn’t. But Jake would have. “OK. Thanks again.”
The other fire man and Dex left and I when I went back to my bedroom, they were escorting Jake out of my room.
“Where is he going?” I asked, looking between the paramedics and Jake.
The one on the left spoke. “He needs medical attention.”
Oh. That made sense. Before we all left, I jumped in to a pair of jeans and I grabbed some random clothes for Jake to wear once he was released. Jacob didn't talk to me once we were in the ambulance. In fact, he didn't even look my way. He kept his eyes firmly shut with a hand over his face. No doubt, deeply embarrassed from having his co-workers and boss look upon him. I hugged his clothes tightly to my chest, feeling all to blame. If I didn't bring up the topic of role play then this would never happen. Argh. Once we got there, I hopped out of the van and followed the paramedics bring Jake inside A+E. Jake had refused that he be put on a gurney, insisting that he could still walk. I stayed at least two feet behind them as he sat him down on a bed in a little cubical. They didn't stick around long. When they had left, I pulled the curtain around us.
"I'm so sorry, Jake!" I tried to look in to his eyes but his head was in his hands. "Please don't be mad at me." I whispered.
Jacob dropped a hand and it balled in to a fist. "Just...stop talking." He said each word sharp and laboured, while his other hand rubbed his brow.
"OK." I pursed my lips together and started to stare at the egg shell coloured walls. I rocked on my feet and started to hum. Before Jake could tell me to shut up, a doctor waltz in through the curtain.
"Jacob Black." He said with a pleasant smile. "I've just spoken to the paramedic. Seems we got ourselves in a little trouble," the doctor laughed. Jake grimaced. "I'm just going to take a quick look." He lifted up the blanket over Jakes hips. I watched his face as he concentrated. "Mmm, OK. It looks as though you'll have some temporary damage -"
"What kind of damage?" I blurted. "It won't like drop off or anything, will it?"
A flicker of amusement crossed the doctor’s face. "No, it most certainly will not drop off. As I was saying," he turned back to Jacob. "You'll experience some swelling, bruising and maybe a little pain when you urinate but-"
"So, you're absolutely one hundred per-cent sure that the tip won't suddenly break off?" I asked, leaning in and having a look myself. "It does look a bit purple still."
"Ness!" Jacob hissed. "Go wait outside or something, OK?"
My shoulders slumped as I nodded. Figures he didn't want me there. I couldn't help it if I was asking silly questions. I just wanted to make sure that Jake got to keep his penis. Since when is that a crime? I turned on my heel and was about to walk away when I remembered I had his clothes so I dropped them on the table beside him and went to wait outside in the freezing cold. So much for a fun night in.
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