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Making Do	By : Blahsblah2001 Category: Twilight Series > Het F > Bella/Jacob Views: 9136 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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This chapter is dedicated to my wonderful ex-boyfriend, for teaching me all the techniques in this story, and also for leaving me with no outlet for my oodles and oodles of sexual energy. I couldn't have done it without you, you sexy jackass.

“The female is gone,” Embry declared in what he must have deemed a dramatic voice.
“Yeah, thanks to you guys,” I muttered, finishing off my soda. “So what's so important you can't tell me in front of Bella?”
“It's not what we can tell you,” Embry said, “It's what you can tell us.”
I looked from one face to the other. They were looking up at me like children at storytime.
“No.”
“Aww, come on!”
“No!”
“Come on, Jacob, you're the only one who knows what it's like!”
“Sam knows. Go ask him.”
Twin faces of horror stared back at me.
“At that rate we might as well ask our dads,” Embry whined.
“Or your moms,” I agreed, nodding. “More experience.”
“Shut up, idiot.”
“Whatever. How about you two go find out what it's like for yourselves?”
Blank stares.
“We can't.”
“Oh yeah. I forgot. You're dating a toddler, and you haven't come out of the closet yet.” I indicated each of them with a dismissive wave of my hand. “Guess you'll just never know.”
“You really aren't gonna tell us?” They looked so pitiful.
“Do you really really want to know?”
They nodded eagerly. I sat back on the car seat with a resigned sigh.
“Fine.”
My audience huddled close.
“Okay, so you know how sometimes you wake up in the morning and you're all hard?”
They nodded.
“Well, first off, girls don't have one of those things, they have these five pointy-”
The seat tipped backwards as I was tackled from two directions.
“Okay okay get off! I was just building into it!! Jeez!”
“You're gonna tell us for real?”
“Yeah yeah just get off my chest, you homos!”
I righted the seat before continuing.
“Well, like I was saying, girls have-”
“We know what girls have, moron,” Embry interrupted.
“Fine, you know. And, as you probably know, sometimes when you look at a hot girl doing something hot, you get hard, right?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, so, if you want to have sex, what you have to do is find a willing girl, or in Embry's case, a large animal-”
Growls from the peanut gallery.
“And you take all your clothes off and put your hard-on in her,” I finished. I gazed at them as if I had just imparted some ancient secret.
“No shit,” Quil said after a minute. “Really? That's it? That's all we get?”
“No, no, after that there's some thrusting and stuff, pretty boring, really.”
“Yeah, but what's it like?” Embry asked.
“Like putting your dick in a pop can. Here, try it,” I told him, holding out the empty can.
“Whatever, he isn't gonna tell us anything,” Quil mumbled.
“Nope,” I agreed. “So did I miss anything while I was out exploring the great unknown?”
“Not much. We picked up a faint scent on the eastern border, out by the edge of the rez, but it seemed pretty old. She's probably staying up North for a day or two.”
“Too bad. It's gotten hella boring up here. I'm almost wishing some other vampires come by just so we'll have something to do.”
“Careful what you wish for.”
“Aw, we can handle any leeches that come around, you know that.”
Quil shrugged.
“In a fight, yeah, we'd kick their asses. And personally I'm all for another fight. But if, you know, if the Cullens come back...” he trailed off. I growled.
“Like hell. He left her once, he'll do it again. I'll kill him if he tries to hurt her like that again.”
Quil and Embry exchanged looks, backing away slowly.
“If you say so, Jake.”
“I do. Now, don't we have woods to patrol?”

It was late by the time I got to Bella's. Usually, I'd spend the night patrolling the area, but tonight her open window looked much too inviting. I scrambled up the tree and launched myself through the window, landing in a roll. Bella was sitting on her bed, watching me. She was wearing a large nightshirt, and the neckline dipped low and loose on her chest. She smiled at me.
“Hey, Jake.”
“Hey. Nice pj's.”
She blushed, crossing her arms. As a result, I got a much more defined view of her cleavage, which I don't think was her intention.
“You're gonna be out there all night again?”
I nodded. Someone had to watch her house. By the time the scent reached the reservation Victoria could have come and gone.
“Probably. Unless some other wolf shows up. Not likely.”
“Oh.” She blushed.
“What?”
“Well, I was just thinking... it might be better if you stayed inside. That way if I need you, you won't be outside. In the woods, I mean.”
“I can't. If I'm not running around I'll probably fall asleep.”
“Well there's that, too.”
“What?”
“What do you sleep, like, three hours a night? Four?”
“Yeah, about.”
“Oh, Jake.”
She slid quietly off the bed, padding across the room to wrap her arms around me.
“I don't deserve you,” she said, burying her face into my chest. I hugged her back.
“It's not so bad. Anyway, if I wasn't here, who knows what could happen, with your luck?”
“The house might collapse.”
“A hurricane might come.”
“Stampeding moose.”
“Alien abductions.”
“Flash floods that flow uphill.”
We laughed.
“Now come on. Time for you to go to sleep.”
“Nope.”
“It's almost midnight.”
“It's a Saturday.”
“Go to sleep, Bella.”
“Not without you.”
I sighed.
“Fine.”
She dragged her bedding onto the floor again.
“We're gonna have to get you an air mattress or something.”
“Only if we're gonna make a habit out of this,” Bella remarked. Our eyes met. And then she looked away, her face turning a bright scarlet.
“Are you okay? I can leave, you don't have to do this for me.”
“No! I mean, I want to, I like having you here, it's just...”
“Just what?”
“You're, um, you're shirtless.” “Well I ran here. You want me to start tying a shirt onto my leg, too? Cuz I will.”
Silence.
“I'm not going back for one right now.”
“Good.”
I threw my hands up.
“My dad was right, you women are all crazy.”
“Oh, shut up. I didn't say I didn't like it.”
“Then what's the problem?”
“Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
She was studiously observing her pillow, which I'm sure she could barely see in the dark. “It makes you hot, doesn't it?”
She stared at me, mouth agape.
“I mean, I'm at least ten degrees warmer than you, it must get uncomfortable to be pressed up against me, with no insulation.”
I paused for effect.
“Probably makes you all wet, too.”
“Jake!!”
“It's okay, it happens! It's just your body's way of staying cool. Every organism has one. For instance, wolves run around with their tongues hanging out, like this.”
I demonstrated, crossing my eyes and letting my tongue hang out the corner of my mouth. She laughed hysterically. I love it when she laughs.
“So it that it? Does my naked torso make you all hot and wet?”
“Yes.” There was no laughter in her voice now.
“Oh.”
“What about me?”
“Do you make me hot and wet? Not particularly.”
“You know what I mean.”
“Nope,” I grinned. “I have no idea what you're getting at.”
“What do I make you feel like?”
“Hard.”
“Jake...”
“You're so soft and delicate. Next to you I feel like a flexible chunk of rock.”
“You're not rock. And I'm not fragile.”
“Oh yeah? Hit me. If you can knock me backwards you can have your lifetime of servitude back.”
Bella contemplated me for a moment, then launched herself at my body, her lips pressing against mine. Under her loose shirt, her breasts pressed against me, pressing against me, her body exerting a slow but steady pressure on mine. I did not relent. She braced against the bedframe, using her legs to increase the force against my chest. I reached out, touching one taut thigh before running my hand up her leg. I slipped my fingers under the hem of her shirt, sliding it higher up her thigh. She pulled back.
“Maybe you are a stone.”
“I'm definitely hard.”
“Perv.”
“Tease.”
“Dog.”
“You're still my slave for life.”
“Whatever.”
“You are my slave and I demand that you remove your panties.”
“Yeah, whatever. I'm going to sleep.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Whyyyyyyyyyy?” I asked in an overly annoying tone.
“I'm not taking them off, now go to sleep.” She was toying with me.
“What would I have to do to get them off?”
“You'd have to sleep next to me for eight, maybe nine hours, without being annoying.”
“How about eight or nine seconds? Look, I'll do it right now.” I feigned snoring.
“If you don't go to sleep I'm going to put you to sleep.”
“If you're talking about that neck-pinching thing, it won't work. Me and Embry spent hours one time-”
“Be quiet. And close your eyes.”
I sat cross-legged, hands in my lap, eyes closed, half-expecting a chair leg to the head. Bella moved around me, kneeling with me between her thighs, her body pressed to my back. I felt her fingers on my shoulders, slowly kneading them. The pressure changed to small, symmetric circles, making their way up and down my back. I shivered. My eyes didn't know if they wanted to be open or closed, and I could feel an idiot grin on my face.
Her hands moved back to my shoulders, then down my chest. I could feel her warm body pressed to me as her fingers teased my nipples. I think I might have actually whined.
Her body rubbed gently against mine as her hands moved slowly downward. I felt her mouth on my neck as her hands retreated, circling under my arms to slide down my thighs. Her fingertips made their way from my hips to my knees and back, moving slowly inward with each pass.
My pants were becoming uncomfortably tight. I fidgeted, then moaned as I felt her fingertips tracing along my dick. Palms flat, she slid her hands along me, creating pressure from both sides. As her hands moved, so did her body, undulating against me from behind, her mouth still trailing kisses up the sides of my neck.
“Lie back,” she told me, her warmth suddenly gone. Missing her touch already, I complied. She knelt beside me, one hand on my chest as she pressed her lips to mine. Reaching up, I ran my fingers through her hair, down the back of her neck. She moaned, her mouth leaving mine to travel down my throat, then across my collarbone. She took one of my nipples into her mouth, tongue running over the tip. And then she was making her way down my stomach. She shifted, placing herself between my legs.
She focused on my navel, circling it with tiny, sucking kisses as one hand deftly undid the tie on my pants. She began stroking me again, her touch blunt through the material of my pants.
She moved her head lower, tracing her tongue along the line of my hips.
No way.
There is no way this is actually happening to me.
She looked at me expectantly, giving my pants a light tug. I lifted my hips, allowing her to pull them down. Then, breaking eye contact, she ran her tongue around the head of my dick.
Ohhhh, thank you god....
She wrapped her hand around my shaft, pumping me slowly as she ran her tongue along me, from the base all the way up the slit. She sucked gently on the head, her slick fingers riding smoothly along my skin. And then, without warning, she took almost my whole length into her mouth.
This is the best day of my life.
I reached above my head, both hands gripping the bedpost hard enough to leave dents. Her mouth slid over me, hot an wet, her hand covering what her mouth couldn't. Each time she reached my head, her tongue would flick over it, and I would have to crush my teeth together to keep from waking her father. Yeah, that would be a day-ruiner.
Her free hand brushed against my thigh, moving up until she was cupping my balls. I couldn't help but moan as her fingers moved gently, rubbing against the sensitive underside.
“Oh, god, Bella, that's perfect.”
My abs felt like rock, and I think the foot of the bed was turning to dust under my grip. These were all unimportant things. The only important thing left was Bella. Her lips wrapped around me, the delicious suction on my dick, and the feel of her heat as she drove me closer and closer to coming. I wanted to reach down, weave my fingers through her hair, but a loud crack from above me changed my mind.
A familiar feeling started in my stomach, moving slowly upward. I whined, and she continued sucking. If anything, she sped up.
“Bella, I'm gonna-”
Shit, what word do you say when talking to girls? Fuck, too late.
She kept her mouth wrapped around me as I came, pausing afterwards to make sure I was done. And then, slowly, she drew her lips up my shaft, giving the sensitive head one last flick of the tongue before looking up at me. She had the most devilishly innocent smile on her face. I grinned back at her before dropping my head back to the floor. She climbed up next to me, her face on my chest, one hand draped over me.
“Sleepy now?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“Good.”
“Bella?”
“Yeah?” she asked, yawning.
“Thank you.”
“Mmh-hmm.”
“Love you.”
“Love you too.”
And then she was asleep. I wasn't far behind.

I have so much trouble with sexual words. Tits vs. breasts, vagina vs. pussy vs. vajayjay, etc. I hate the word nipple. I wish there was another word for nipple.
In other news, I have never gotten head, so if any men in the know would like to point out any slip-ups I may have made, they will be welcome. Also, it seems to me like I might be writing them too quick. Like, I know they're virgins, but as fantasy characters they're required to have ridiculous stamina. Input on that is also welcome.
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