Growing Up
By BetterInTexas
Chapter 05:
BPOV
He came into my room. I was in a stone room lit by candles. I was only wearing a long chemise. It was so thin. I knew he wasn’t supposed to be here. I was a lady in waiting to the Queen. It was not right that he was here.
Yet there he stood. My Peter. He was dressed in a beautiful white shirt and burgundy pants. He must have just come from court. I noticed earlier that he had not been drinking ale with his friends. He was instead watching me with the same intense look as he always did. The same look I fought with myself not to return.
“What are you doing here?”
“You know what I am doing here.” He smiled.
“You think I will give everything I have to you?” I wasn’t smiling but I wanted to.
“I think you belong to me and it is time I took what was mine.”
“You must not think of me as much of a lady.” I whispered.
He came forward. He was within inches of my face. My nipples were clearly visible through my thin chemise. I may as well have been standing nude in front of him. This much was enough to have me in serious trouble should anyone find out.
“I know you are a lady. You are mine. Soon it will be time to leave.” He caressed my face. I closed my eyes and let him. His touch…
“Where are you planning on taking me?”
“France.” He replied, his hand still rubbing my cheek.
“My family will never allow it. You know I am promised to…”
“I don’t give a damn who you are promised too. You are mine. Tomorrow night I take you. Be by the stables. We ride at midnight. Bring nothing with you. I will get you what is needed when we arrive in France.”
“So you came to tell me you plan to kidnap me and run off to another country? Is that why you are here?”
“No. I came to claim what is mine tonight. Tomorrow night we ride. You will come voluntarily.”
It was true. I loved him the moment our eyes met across the great hall. I would deny him nothing.
He reached out and ran the back of his hand from my throat brushing my right breast and stopped it on my waist. His other hand grabbed the other side of my waist. I thought he meant to kiss me but his hands rose as did my chemise.
“The Earl who was promised me, he will come after us.” I told him while raising my hands over my head so he could undress me easily. Just like that I was nude on front of him.
“He can come after us if he wishes to die. Not a man on earth, Earl, Duke or King can keep me from you. Lay on the bed.”
I turned around and walked towards the bed, arms covering my breasts for some reason even though I had lost all rights of modesty. I placed my hands on the bed and leaned over. I had heard enough tales to know this is the way a man likes to take a woman. I prayed it did not hurt as badly as my friends had whispered.
“What are you doing? I said the bed. Not leaned up against it.” He laughed. He lifted me by my waist and I found myself on my back, stretched out nude in front of me. I could feel my blush and looked down to see it had reached my chest. Peter lay on top of me and kissed me. I had never been properly kissed by any man. I opened my mouth and tasted his tongue. I writhed underneath him. His hands were everywhere.
He finally stopped, kissing me. I missed his tongue touching mine immediately. I wanted more. Most girls are courted. Most have a chaste kiss and are taken by their husbands on their wedding night. My kiss was definitely not chaste and this was most definitely not my wedding night. But I knew I would be took none the less. I should have been nervous. But all I could think about was the feel of his body. He took his shirt off.
“Take me Peter. Please.”
“No. Not yet.” I looked down my body and saw his hands had parted my legs. His face. He placed his face between my legs. I did not have time to be embarrassed. Before I could his tongue found my folds. I bit a pillow to stifle my moans…
What a night. Bella had listened to some god awful alternative music in her room all night. She never came out except once to microwave some frozen dinner and take it to her room. When Bella wasn’t around I was left to my own thoughts.
She had been acting strange, even for her, since we came back from Florida. She had spoken to Charlie twice and Renee twice. Other than that she made casual conversation with me but that was it.
At least she wasn’t depressed. She talked yesterday about how excited she was for school to start.
She had been wearing clothes that were more… comfortable. Less clothes than normal. Yesterday she came out of her bedroom in a t shirt that barely covered the panties she had on. She walked to the kitchen and stretched to the top shelf to grab cereal. Her shirt went up with her.
Her panties were white with blue smiley faces. Not that I took special notice or anything. She fixed a bowl and walked back to her room without a word.
I should probably talk to her about how she dresses in the house. She could at least wear pants… I would talk to her later about it. Not a big deal. Maybe I am just being old fashioned. I mean she had just woken up. I’m sure she walked around all the time in only panties and a t shirt when she lived with… okay probably not Charlie but at least when she lived with Renee. But I’m not a chick.
Still I mean I am her mate so maybe I shouldn’t make a deal out of this. Yeah, I won’t say anything. Let her dress the way she wants.
So what if she suddenly finds designer cutoff jean shorts to her liking. Or has taken to rolling up her t shirt to past her belly button. It is hot in Texas.
Fuck. She was moaning. That girl has more dreams. I don’t know how often the average girl dreams but she does it damn near every night. Every morning she looks at me like it is my fault when I ask her about the dreams. Sometimes she is screaming, sometimes she is talking, other times she is crying. Tonight, moaning. She must be having a stomach ache or something.
I haven’t been the nicest guy, besides buying her everything she could possibly need and hiding her from vampires out to get her. I should ask her if she needs medicine. I remember we had that pink crap in the bathroom.
I gently opened her door and… oh… my… God.
She was still moaning but it definitely wasn’t her stomach. She had kicked her sheets off. She was on her back, wearing a very small nightie, one hand… down there and the other grabbing her breast.
I really shouldn’t be watching this.
I tried to turn away. This wasn’t my business but she was obviously asleep. I wouldn’t stalk her in her sleep like fucking Cullen.
So turn away Peter.
Why are we still here?
Oh shit she just grabbed her boob again and moaned louder. That seemed to break me out of my trance and I turned to walk out.
“Peter.” I heard her whisper.
Shit. She woke up. I turned slowly afraid of the look on her face when she realized I saw her doing…
She was still asleep. Her hands hadn’t slowed down though.
“Yes Peter. Right there. Just push and hold me. Please, I can’t wait any longer. I need you in me now.”
Holy shit she was dreaming about me.
I really did not want to leave this room. Oh damn, did her fingers… yeah I definitely needed to leave this room. I walked into the living room slowly. Much too slowly. I could still hear her. She had to wake up at some point, right?
I turned on the TV but that didn’t seem to help the uncomfortable situation I had going on in my blue jeans.
She just screamed. It wasn’t in terror. One minute later I heard her feet hit the floor. She walked out in her nightgown. She was sweating. I threw a pillow over my lap.
“Hey Peter.” She said then yawned.
“Hey Bella. Can’t sleep?” I asked casually, keeping my eyes glued to the TV. She still looked half asleep.
“No, I was sleeping great. I had the best dream. So good it woke me up apparently. Thought I would grab a glass of water.” She poured the glass and walked back to her room.
“Goodnight baby.”
“Goodnight Bell…” She was asleep. She didn’t realize she said that.
When the hell did she turned 18? September? It was now June. This was going to be a long summer. I wasn’t going to do it though. It wasn’t going to happen, damn it. She hadn’t graduated high school!
I turned on CSPAN. That always does the trick.
She started snoring again. Good. That is an instant hard on killer.
Damn it. She was moaning again. I suppose I could have left. Gone outside. Gone swimming. Damn she just said my name again. I wasn’t going back in there.
Five hours later, little miss sleeping orgasm walked out of her room wearing a bikini. I damn near broke the remote in my hand. She was pale and slender. So soft looking. I bet her skin… Damn it. She caught me looking.
“Where are you headin?” I asked, eyes back to the TV.
“The hot tub. Then I am going to the other side of the Lake.”
“Why?” That caught my attention.
“I was surfing the internet last night about Austin. Figured I may as well learn a few things about the place I plan on spending at least the next year. I found a park on the other side. I was going to borrow your truck if you didn’t mind. I thought I might be able to meet some guy… people my own age. Make friends.”
She said guys. That’s cool. She needs those experiences.
“Kinda sunny out. I was thinking of staying in today.”
“Yes. You should. I on the other hand need to borrow your truck. Unless you don’t want me to go anywhere without you? Because you said you wanted me to be normal…”
“Yeah I know. No big deal. You know where the keys are.”
Instead of walking out to the hot tub she came to the couch and sat next to me. Her leg was touching mine.
“Peter I want to thank you. You were absolutely right. I need to grow up. There are so many experiences I haven’t even had yet. I mean I’ve never even had sex. Hell I’ve never gone past first base. I couldn’t imagine missing out on that. You could have hid me and not let me be around others. But it has been really cool that it doesn’t bother you. Letting me out in the world and all. I want you to know I am going to do everything I can to make sure I have every experience humanly possible. I may even try a few inhuman ones.” She kissed me on the cheek and I felt the same shock that happens every time our skin touches. It was more like a pleasurable vibration that shot through my body.
She got up and walked out to the hot tub.
Finally. Between last night and…
She just told me she is a virgin. I turned CSPAN back on. After an hour I realized that not even CSPAN could kill this.
“Peter?”
Shit.
“Yeah Bella?” I hollered since she was still in the back deck. She had gone to the lake shore to lay out and then decided to go to the hot tub.
“Could you bring me a towel?”
I stood up, hoping the situation would resolve itself. I will keep the towel in front of me and when I hand it to her, turn around and march right back to the couch.
I walked out to the back deck and she was standing by the hot tub. Soaking wet. Steam rising off her body.
“Peter? Hello? Peter? The towel?”
“Oh right. Here.” I handed her the damn towel.
She wrapped it around herself and then proceeded to take her bikini bottoms off underneath it.
“What are you doing?” I asked a little panicked. I was supposed to turn around.
She grinned.
I’m leaving my bikini out here to dry Peter. That all right with you?”
“Yeah.” I mumbled. “But I thought you were going to the park on the other side of the lake.”
“I am but this suit will take too long to dry.” She just managed to take her top off under the towel.
“I’m thinking of wearing the white bikini and my cut offs.”
“And a shirt right? I mean you don’t want to get sunburned.”
“Oh I’m sure I can find somebody to rub sun screen on me. Don’t wait up tonight. Just kidding. I will be back later.”
“Are you going… do you want me to pick you up dinner?” I had to make sure she ate. She was my responsibility.
“I will probably pick something up after I am done. Maybe if I meet some people we can all go out to eat. I mean it is important that I socialize. All part of growing up. Can’t be a kid forever, right?” she winked at me and walked inside. I caught her eyes drift to the bulge currently occupying my jeans. Damn it.
“Bye Peter!” I realized I was still standing outside. I heard my truck start up and pull out.
This was good. She was going to make friends. Just like I wanted.
She is a virgin?
BPOV
I can’t believe I pulled that off. I thought I would blush a dozen times today. I can’t believe the freaking dream I had last night. I swear these dreams about him seem more like memories. But that can’t be. I guess I just have an overactive imagination. I mean he was hot.
Judging by the impressive display I saw on the back patio he was very hot. I am so glad I found that chat room. The girls in there are full of ideas about seduction. I definitely was going to seduce him. Not that I would actually take it very far. I mean he pissed me off most of the time. But he wants me to see other people? Soul mates my ass.
I was going to make him want me. Even if I didn’t want him. Okay maybe a part of me wanted him physically. I mean who wouldn’t? But he was rude. He was cocky. Mr. tough guy. Sorry kid. You are too young for me. Go make friends with people your own age. No problem old man.
Okay it was a problem.
I got lost three times even following Peter’s GPS trying to find this damn park. When I got there I saw it was crowded. Very crowded. I cannot believe my pale ass wore this bikini. I would just sit under a tree and read. No one would notice me.
I spotted a lone spot under a big oak and laid my blanket out in the shade. Taking out my trusty book of American poems I sat down on my ass and leaned back against the trunk. I only had to be gone for a few hours to make Peter think I had a good time.
I was there twenty minutes when a guy approached.
“Hey. Haven’t seen you around before. You a vacationer?”
I looked up at him. 6 foot. Short black hair, blue eyes, pretty muscular. Nice smile.
“No, uh… I moved with my… uncle on the other side of the lake.”
“So a new Lake dweller. Welcome. I’m Tanner.”
“Bella.”
“Nice to meet you Bella. Where are you from before you moved here?”
“New York. New York City.” That’s what Peter says anyway.
“That’s awesome. I have a cousin who lives in New York City. We visit him about twice a year. His mom and my mom being sisters and all, they are pretty close. What borough did you live?”
“Uh… What borough does your cousin live in?”
“He lives in Queens.” Tanner answered with a cute smile.
“I lived in the Bronx.” That sounded good. I had seen enough TV shows about the Bronx…
“You don’t have that famous New York accent.” Shit. He was looking at me suspiciously now.
“I was only there for a year before my parents died in a house fire. I don’t really like to talk about it.” So please shut up already.
“Damn. Sorry to hear that. So what school are you planning on going to? Lake Travis?”
“No. My uncle Pete tells me I am to be attending Halbrook high school. It’s some prep…”
“I go there! I’m a senior this coming year. What grade are you going to be?”
“Senior.” I said quietly. Great. I have one half of the Hardy Boys going to school with me.
“So you want to meet some of your classmates?”
No.
“Sure.”
He reached for my hand and helped me up. I followed him to a large group of teenagers. Guys introduced themselves to me. Girls glared and then acted like I wasn’t there. Great. This year should be fun.
“Hi.”
I turned around and saw a really pretty blonde girl. She was wearing glasses, shorts and a tank top over a bikini top. She had a big smile and her long hair hung in braids.
“Hi.”
I’m Melody. You are Bella?”
“Yep. That’s me. Bella.”
“Cool name. I’m going to be a senior this coming year at Halbrook. Don’t mind the other girls. All of them are bitches stuck on themselves.”
“Oh. Yeah I may have noticed.”
“Every one of them is pissed because you caught Tanner’s eye.” She winked at me.
“Tanner? What about his eye?”
“Please girl. He was scoping you out the minute you stepped out of that truck. He usually prefers to date girls from Lake Travis but I have a feeling he may make an acceptation for you.”
I think I was supposed to act like I won a prize here or something.
“Yeah… I’m not really looking to date anyone.”
“Well, they still won’t like you. Hell they don’t like each other and we have all been going to school together since the first grade.”
I had to laugh. Just what I needed. A school full of Rosalie Hales.
“Some of us are going out in Tanner’s boat. You want to come?”
“Tanner has a boat?”
“Yeah, he lives on the Lake so his parents bought him one so he wouldn’t have to drive to the park on this side.”
“Oh. Wow. His parents bought him a boat huh?”
“Yeah I know. Weird huh? They can afford it though. You in?”
I had never been on a power boat before. It didn’t seem like something that was incredibly fun but then again.
“Sure. Why not?”
“Great!” Melody grabbed my hand and pulled me toward a very nice speed boat. I knew nothing of these things but I could tell it was expensive. Tanner helped me aboard. A friend of his, I think his name was Brett asked me to ride alongside with him on his jet ski. Tanner told him I was with him before I could answer.
Unbelievable. I met another Mike Newton in a school full of Rosalie Hales.
It wasn’t that bad. We boated to Tanner’s mansion. Bigger than the Cullen house. We all got out and stayed at his parents for a while. His Dad was apparently in the computer business and was also a State Representative. Tanner introduced me. His mother was nice. His father was nice. They were a bit stand offish but who wouldn’t be around a group of teenagers I suppose.
Uncle Peter certainly was.
I gave my number to Tanner and Melody. The number to the phone Peter gave me that was to be used for my everyday life. Not my secret Fred phone. One more phone and I think I could join the drug dealers union. We got back to the park at ten. Tanner asked me to stick around. Apparently alcohol was on its way. I begged out and managed to reach the truck with no other requests. It was another hour before I could find Peter’s house again. I pulled into the driveway and jumped back screaming as soon as I put the truck in park. Peter had decided to move at vampire speed to my door. I opened it.
“Damn it Peter! You scared the crap out of me.”
He at least looked a little ashamed.
“Sorry. I was worried. It was late and I didn’t know if you had gotten lost or… I mean it’s easy to get lost around here.”
“Well I didn’t.” Much.
“How was your day? And night?”
“Can I come inside and you can give me the third degree there?”
“Oh yeah. Sorry.”
I managed to get inside without him pulling any more vampire tricks.
“So how was your day?” he asked, sitting down on the couch.
“It was great. I met some of the students I will be going to school with.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. A guy asked me out on a date. He lives near her on the Lake.”
“What is his name?” Peter was glaring. Oh well.
“Tanner Mitchell.”
“His Dad is the guy with that huge mansion down the road right?”
“I guess. I don’t really know how to get there from here. We took his boat.”
“You rode in a boat with him? To his house?” He asked trying to sound like it was no big deal. Maybe it wasn’t to him.
“Yeah. His parents were barbecuing so…”
“You met his parents?”
“Yeah. Why? Problem with that Uncle Peter?”
“No. Of course not. So are you, uh, going out with him?”
“I don’t know. Maybe. He is going to call me tomorrow. I mean what else am I going to do? Stay here? You want me to get out, grow up. I need to meet people.” I raised an eyebrow. See how he likes that.
“Yeah. Just be careful. Don’t say too much to his parents. His Dad is some big wig at the Capitol. You need to stay low.”
“Don’t worry Peter. I will stay very low.” I winked at him and walked to my bedroom.
“Wait. What do you mean very low?” he asked. I kept my laugh in and closed my bedroom without another word. I had been around guys all day and not one of them did anything for me. I get home and all I want to do is straddle his lap and push my breasts into his face. Damn these dreams. If he had shown the slightest bit of jealousy I would have told him that I wasn’t going out with this guy tomorrow. Now though, it looks like I will have to. This should be fun. Yay me.
She won’t go out with him. She is playing a game. She thinks I’m not on to her. She isn’t going to do anything. She won’t. Even if she does, I mean that’s cool. I want her to have experiences right? Not that experience though. I’ll be damned if she thinks she is fucking… stop Peter. You said she could see anyone she wants. It ain’t this boy she is dreaming about most nights anyway.
I needed to focus here. She didn’t say if she ate. She needed to eat. She didn’t have lunch and I don’t know if she had dinner.
“Bella?” I knocked on her door. I didn’t get an answer. Maybe she was already asleep. I cracked the door open and saw her with her back to me. She just took off her top. Her arms were wrapped over her breasts. Damn she had a beautiful back. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder. Standing there in only a pair of very small shorts.
“Hey Peter. Kinda undressing now.” She didn’t look mad. I wonder if I yelled fire if she would turn around? No! Bad Peter.
“Yeah sorry.” I mumbled. I turned to look at her wall.
“It’s okay. You can talk. I’ve got my back to you.”
I peered back and saw her arms were still across her chest but now she was smiling over her shoulder.
“I just wanted to know if you had lunch or dinner?”
“Yeah. I ate at Tanner’s house. Thanks for asking though.”
Tanner. Okay.
“Good. See you in the morning.”
I closed the door and took a deep breath. I needed to hunt. I had to come to grips with some things. Some truths I needed to be honest with myself about. I wanted her. I really, really wanted her. I had to hold out though. At least until September. But God did I want her.
BPOV
I can’t believe I did that. I heard him knock and threw my bikini top off without even thinking about it. What is wrong with me?
Then it hit me.
This wasn’t a game. I really, really wanted him. He wouldn’t consider admitting any feelings even if he had them before I turned 18. I guess I would live my life and try to meet other people. Maybe give Tanner a try. A date never hurt anyone. Actually dates have hurt people. I remember one date that started with a game of vampire baseball and ended with me nearly getting torn to pieces in Phoenix Arizona.
Still though. He didn’t feel anything for me? Or he did and he wouldn’t tell me. Either way it’s the same in my book. I had to give him what he wanted. I would show him I could live without him. When Tanner called I was going out with him. I was going to have fun damn it!
Right?
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