Bella MacLeod's Twilight Fanfiction

Growing Up

By BetterInTexas

Chapter 09:

BPOV

“Again!”

“I’m going to vomit the gallons of water I just swallowed.” I argued.

“Then get out of the pool, vomit over the drain and get back in the pool and do it again. You have got to keep your head down, breathe only once per 4 strokes at the most and keep your body at a constant angle to the water surface.”

Oh this fucking bitch.

I looked 25 meters away. My nemesis. The other side. My legs hurt. My arms hurt. My shoulders hurt. I have been swimming for an hour. Back and forth. She told me we would work on fundamentals. Endurance would come in the afternoon. Fundamentals.

I took off again. Face in the water. Legs kicking behind me, seeming as if they aren’t getting me anywhere.

“Stop fighting the water! Move through it, not on it.”

I couldn’t respond. I rolled my head to the side and gulped in a small breath and a large amount of water.

“Your moving you head to far out of the water to breathe. It’s throwing everything off.”

I was still swallowing water every time I turned my head to breathe. How much lower could I go? Is she trying to drown me?

“Your hands are getting lazy. Make them blades. Bring your strokes in. You are all over the place. You are going to have to hold form for 22 minutes in a race, longer if you can’t get your crap together. Get that form right. Slow down.”

I hated this woman. Is this lane getting longer every time I go down it? I thought I would get in the pool and she would give me pointers when I finished a lap. She keeps walking down the lane though. Yelling at me. Fuck I just swallowed water.

“Stop taking so many breaths and you won’t swallow so much water. Once every 4 strokes.”

Oh good. There is the end of the lane. Just a little farther.

I reached it. Thank God. I reached it. I just needed to stop hyperventilating now.

“Okay. That’s twelve lengths. Not bad. More than I thought I would get from you in the first hour. I told you that you weren’t going to set any speed records. You need to slow down and work on your form. Once the form gets right you will go faster with less effort. Right now you are making your body work way harder than it needs to, to get to one end of the pool. This afternoon we have one hour for you to swim laps. When you get dressed out, come to the pool and jump in lane 6 and swim. Don’t worry about what the rest of the girls are doing. Swim slowly. You can take ten second breaks at the end of each length but no more. Work on going slower and making sure your head stays in the water, tilt your body left and right, never a straight line. The more of your body going through the water, head on the slower you go, the more resistance you meet and the harder it is to get through.”

“How many laps do I have to do this afternoon?”

“We have an hour. Go for an hour. After thirty minute’s you can take 30 second breaks between lengths.”

I nodded my head at the revelation of my torture to come. I tried to pull myself out of the pool but my arms wouldn’t work. Coach Decker reached down and grabbed my arm, damn near pulling me out of the water herself. I mumbled a thanks and started heading to the locker room on rubbery legs.

“Isabella? Where are you going?”

I whimpered a little.

“Aren’t we done?”

“No. I told you we had an hour and 45 minutes. We have 45 minutes left. Time to work on starts so you don’t belly flop into the water every time you take off.”

“Okay.” What else was there to say?

“Tomorrow we work on flip turns. You think you swallowed water today, wait until you learn that skill. Until you get it right you are going to feel like water is pushing up your nose and into your brain every time you do it. So let’s make sure you get it right quickly. Now up on the blocks.”

I don’t remember what happened in my classes the rest of the day. I remember taking notes. I remember sort of participating in class discussions. I noted I wasn’t stared at as much as yesterday. I wasn’t spoken to but I wasn’t stared at. It was progress.

Lunch came and I sat alone at the end of the table. I picked at my salad until another plate was sat in front of me and my salad was gone. I looked up to see the face of my torturer.

“Pasta at lunch. Egg whites for breakfast. Grilled chicken breast or fish for dinner. Eat right or you will never survive. Carry fruit with you in your backpack. Eat one fruit after morning practice and a salad directly when you get home if you love salads that much. If not eat a simple carbohydrate. You burned about 800 calories this morning. You will burn another 800 or so calories this afternoon. Your body naturally burns off around 300 calories a day just walking around. Your body is a machine. Give it good fuel or it will break down on you.”

“I don’t think I can eat all this pasta.” It was a large bowl of pasta.

“Sure you can. You may not want to but you can do it. Now do it. Pasta is served here every day. Get used to it.”

And with that Matilda the Hun walked off.

I took a deep breath and stuck my fork into the pasta. Time to eat, I suppose.

The day finally ended. I walked slowly out to the parking lot and saw Peter’s truck. His window was up. I couldn’t hear any music. Girls weren’t staring.

Good boy. He can learn.

I planned to talk to him on the way home. Tell him I loved him. I think I did talk to him some. But I fell asleep. I woke up when we got home and he carried me to my room and laid me on my bed. I felt his lips on my forehead and slept for another hour.

I woke to the smell of… chicken?

I walked into the living room and there was Peter. He had a plate with grilled chicken and some sort of pasta noodle pile.

“What is this?”

“Your coach called me after we got home from school. She told me what you needed to eat every night and in the morning. So I cooked you dinner.”

“You know how to cook?”

“I got on Youtube and found a video. Followed directions. The chicken breast may be a little dry because I overcooked it. I didn’t want you to get sick because it was undercooked so…”

I walked over and kissed him. He finally smiled.

“I love you baby.”

“I love you too darlin.”

“You don’t have to cook for me.”

“Bella I don’t have anything else to do during the day except read. You are working hard. Let me take care of this. Please?”

I nodded. How could I tell him no? I ate my dinner and trudged out my back pack. I had to read the first part of Matthew. There would be a quiz tomorrow. There were four books in the Old Testament. No the New Testament. I had heard of these books before. I thought it was John, Paul, George and Ringo. No. Those were the Beach Boys. I think. This was Matthew, Mike, Luke and John.

No, Mark. Definitely Mark.

Math was easy. English was easy. I had already read the assigned literature.

Dinner was dry. At least the chicken was. But I was so happy with Peter I didn’t care. I was surprised to find I was hungry. Very, very hungry. I forgot my salad after school. I was asleep. I finally finished homework and dinner and curled up next to Peter on the couch. He was reading and I laid my head on his chest and tried to read what he was reading. I felt myself being laid in bed. He kissed my lips. And then, my alarm went off.

I opened me eyes and realized it was 5 AM. I was naked. At some point Peter undressed me. I felt his equally naked body spooning me. I turned and he was smiling.

“Hey you.” I whispered and kissed him. I had gotten over the morning breath thing already.

“Hey beautiful. Your coach said the extreme fatigue would fade in a few weeks.”

“She did?”

“Yeah. How do you feel?”

I felt exhausted. My shoulders were incredibly sore. I could feel my ass muscles. I didn’t know I had any. My side hurt.

“I feel like I got hit by a truck.” I told him honestly.

“You want to stay home today?”

Yes.

“Nope. Got to keep after it. She won’t break me.”

“Okay baby. I’m going to make you breakfast. I read last night how to separate the yolk from the white shit. It supposedly doesn’t taste as good as regular eggs but Decker said you needed the protein. I also got a protein shake for you. You get ready and I will get everything ready.”

I wanted to grab him and pull him on top of me. But I wouldn’t. She was not going to beat me.

I stood up to go to the bathroom. Taking two steps I promptly fell on my ass.

Peter POV

It has been two weeks. Bella is staying awake now. She isn’t falling asleep any more when she comes home. She has had a lot more energy. She told me that girls on the swim team were actually sitting with her at lunch and talking to her.

She has been eating more without me having to bug her. I am starting to see subtle changes in her. She doesn’t walk with her head down as much. She seems to relax more. She seems to be a little more focused. She doesn’t talk about hiding from the Cullens anymore. Or anything about the Cullens. She is living life.

She has talked to Charlie and Renee a few times. Told them she was doing well. Didn’t give any other details. They didn’t ask.

Tomorrow was her birthday.

We hadn’t talked about it but there was definitely a new urgency with us. She told me she really didn’t like presents. I promised to get her only one small thing. She made me promise it would fit in a small gift bag.

She was probably going to be pissed.

There she was. Holy shit she actually waved goodbye to a couple of girls.

“Hey baby.” She said hopping into the truck and smiling.

“Hey. You seem to be in a good mood. Had a good day did you?”

“Yes. I aced my theology test. Got an A on my English essay and swam 4 laps this afternoon without stopping. It was a pretty good day.”

I drove home and as soon as we were away from school she unbuckled and scooted close to me. I wrapped my arm around her and she laid a hand on my leg and we drove home. We got home and I took her directly to the kitchen where I had her salad waiting for her. While she ate I sat down and watched TV. The second she finished washing her bowl I had her on her bed naked. Our lips didn’t break apart until she turned around on top of me going down on me while I ate her sweet pussy. We stayed that way for an hour before she finally crawled off of me.

“We need to get dressed.”

“Why?”

“Hair appointment. Remember?”

Oh yeah. Her hair needed to be colored often. At least the roots did. I had to buy more blue contacts while she was doing that.

I really, really wanted to turn her. But I wouldn’t. She was having a good life right now. Learning things about herself. Making friends. She actually talked to a friend from school the other night on the phone. She was having a life. We were having a life.

The next morning she slept in. She always did on Saturdays. I made her pancakes and sat in bed with her while she ate them. Wished her happy birthday. Neither of us talked much. We knew what was coming. I was nervous. I was very scared of hurting her. Her blood didn’t bother me. It never did. I had pretty much gotten used to handling her body in different situations… and positions. I knew how much pressure to use and where to apply it. I never left the slightest bruise on her. But this would be different.

We hung around most of the day. Sat in the hot tub. Swam in the lake. Played shark. I would stay underwater and steal her bikini bottoms. She would squeal. I came up from underneath her and tossed her in the air while she screamed before hitting the water again. She threatened to hurt me when she was turned.

It was a good time. A great day. But it didn’t take our minds off what was to come tonight. We finally came in around 5. Bella took a shower and came out to find her gift bag. It was a small bag. Just the size she wanted. I felt like shit. She pulled the gift paper out I stuffed in there and got a paper cut. I kissed it better. She looked at me weird. Then she smiled. She turned back to her bag and reached into the bottom to find…

“A key?”

“Yeah.” I was a little nervous about this. She said nothing big. The key wasn’t big.

“What is the key to Peter?” she asked.

“Your car outside…”

“Peter!”

“Now calm down Bella. You know I love taking you to and from school but you are making friends and are going to want to do things with them eventually. It will look weird for your uncle to be driving you around everywhere.”

“I don’t mind. I don’t want to go anywhere without you.”

“But you might. You may want to just run to the store or go to a friend’s house or something. You need some level of independence.”

“So you think buying me a car will make me independent. You buying me a car.”

“Bella please? I want you to have it. Even if you never use it. You said we were together. You are not spending my money. I have more than you could possibly spend. It’s our money. You said we were together. That means more than just sex Bella.”

She was silent for a few moments and then I saw a grin start to crack her face.

“What kind?”

“What kind of car?”

“Yeah.” She whispered. Now she was smiling.

“Chevy Camaro. Brand new, just off the truck from Detroit. Fully loaded, already stored with your play list from your ipod.”

“What color?”

“Black. You want to see it?” I grinned.

She nodded and bit her fingernail.

“C’mon.” She giggled and ran out front, stopping when she saw it.

“Oh my God Peter, it is beautiful.”

“Your damn right it is. A fine piece of American engineering. It fits you. You are a fine piece of American…”

“Can we go for a drive?” she asked.

“Your car, darlin. We can do what you want.”

An hour later we pulled back in. Bella took her car on the Interstate and proceeded to do an imitation of a Nascar driver. Maybe I should have bought her a slower car.

She got out but continued to stare at it. Finally she turned to me.

“Take me inside and take me Peter. I’ve been waiting for you for a long time. It’s time.”

Judging by her words and her scent she really liked that car.

I walked inside with her hand in hand. I wasn’t rushing this.

We walked into her bedroom and I undressed her. She got on her knees and pulled my jeans down while I pulled my shirt off. She took me in her mouth while her hands cupped my balls. We had done this before. We had done damn near everything before. She finally stood and walked slowly to the bed laying on her back. I went down on her. I wanted to make sure she was ready. I didn’t want this to hurt any more than it had too.

She was griping my head with her thighs while I tried to bury my tongue as deeply into her as it could go.

I felt her cum. Her body vibrates when she does. I can feel her down into my soul. Her face was red. Flushed.

“Peter we have the rest of eternity for foreplay. Please. Please.”

“Okay.” She was as ready as could be.

I lay on top of her, careful to keep my weight off her as much as possible. She spread her legs wider. I felt my cock at her entry point. I had to maintain control.

“Peter? This is it. No holding back anymore. No limitations. Take your Mate.”

I slipped inside her tightness. She gasped. I stopped.

“Don’t stop. Go slow but don’t stop. No matter what sounds I make. I don’t care about pain. I just want you completely inside me.”

I continued my path, losing my mind a little more as I went deeper into her. She whimpered. She moaned. But her hands never left my ass pulling me forward.

I was finally completely inside of her. We stayed locked together, neither of us moving. Every time I had my hands on her I thought of how delicate she was. How easy it would be too lose control. Despite the softness of her human body she was firm as well. The swimming had made her leaner but started to give her tone. And inside she felt like hot stain.

“I have loved you forever.” She whispered.

“I know. I have loved you forever.”

“This time nothing separates us. Nothing. Not even death. No matter what we come across or who we have to fight, this time we live forever.”

“Count on it darlin.”

“Start moving. Slowly.”

I didn’t say anything but I did pull out slightly and push back in softly. Her breathing was getting rapid. I was afraid to breath. My whole focus was on her beautiful face and the feel of my cock sliding in and out of her.

I should have gotten off before this. I wasn’t going to last long. Course bein a vampire I could just be right back and ready but still. I wanted to make a good showin first time out of the shoot.

“Peeetterrr.” She moaned.

“Yeah baby?”

“How does my pussy feel?”

Say what?

“It feels great baby.”

“Tell me how much you love it.”

“Uh, I love it baby.”

“Your cock feels so gooood. It hurt at first but now that I am… relaxed it feels good. It feels so good. Could you move a little faster please? Please?”

“Yeah…” Bella never talked much when we did stuff like this. I could hardly get her to say the word pussy.

“Yeah. Right there baby. Right there. Perfect. God when I turn I am going to fuck you so hard. I am going to fuck you at vampire speed and then suck your cock and then do it again. I am going to fuck you for days without end.”

Holy shit.

“Yeah! Yes! That’s the spot. Hit right there again baby. Please. I’m begging you.”

I wasn’t going to last long. I hope she didn’t mind a mess cause I wasn’t stopping.

“Tell me how much you love fucking me baby. Tell me now.”

“Baby I love fuckin you. You feel like… hot wet stain wrapped around my cock.”

She kissed me and bucked her hips a little harder into mine.

“Put your hands on my ass. No! Put one hand on my ass and the other can pinch my nipples.”

We were moving faster. She was moving faster actually. I let her set the pace. Damn her body was fantastic.

“You won’t believe the things we are going to do baby. I am going to make you feel so good.”

I can’t believe Bella is talking like this. I was loving it.

“You want to keep fucking me baby?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes…”

“Beg me Peter. Beg me to keep fucking you. You want this pussy don’t you?”

“Yes. Please yes.”

“Talk dirty to me Peter.”

‘What?” Oh man I didn’t know how much longer.

“Are you about to cum?”

“Yeah…”

“I didn’t give you permission to cum. I will let you know when you can. Talk dirty to me. I’m about to cum. I’m going to cum whenever the hell I want. You have to wait. You understand Mate?

“Yes.” Oh God she was moving faster.

“Who does your cock belong to Peter?”

“You?”

“Your damn right it fucking does. You will not cum unless you beg me. Oh God!” She just came. I was about to lose it. I could feel every vibration in her body centering on my cock.

“You like that Peter? You like making me cum?” she asked breathlessly.

“Yes.” I was whimpering now. I felt like I was going to explode.

“You want to cum? You want to cum inside me and fill me up and then let me clean you with my tongue? You want to come on my face next don’t you?”

“It’s an idea.” I whimpered.

“You may cum Peter.” She whispered and then shoved her tongue down my throat and holy hell I just lost it. I screamed. I can’t believe the windows didn’t shatter. I damn near collapsed on top of her.

I rolled off to the side, pulling out of her. I began taking in deep breaths of air to take in more of her scent. I what all over.

“Peter, I’m sorry I talked like that. I don’t know what came over me.” She was embarrassed.

“Babe I thought it was hot. It was surprising but hot.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. I just don’t know what got into me. I mean I know you did but…”

“Babe it’s good.”

“If you’re sure…”

“Yeah Bella. I’m sure.”

“Good. Roll over on your back. I’m going to suck your cock and then you are going to fuck my pussy again. Do it a little faster this time. I won’t break.”

I did as I was told. Bella rolled on top of me and winked.

“I love you Peter.”

“I love you too Bella.”

“Now tell me how much you like what I am doing. I want to hear it.”

Alrighty then. I think I can handle that.

BPOV

Monday. Ugh. God I was sore in swimming today. My legs felt horrible. Coach Decker didn’t comment. I think she knows. I don’t know how but she knows. She knows what a foul mouthed whore I am.

God it was so good. I mean the first time was great because it was the first time. But by the 6th time ended on Sunday we really had it down. I mean it was really, really good. I can’t believe the things I said this weekend. I was horrible. It was like my mouth just ran away with my body. All I could think about was fucking Peter. Making love to him. Humping him. Riding him. Grinding his face… there. Bending over for him.

“Did you enjoy getting laid, dear?”

I looked up in panic and saw Sister Cecel standing over me. She was smiling.

“What was that ma’am?”

“I said did you enjoy your birthday dear? It was Saturday, wasn’t it?”

“Oh. Yes… yes ma’am.”

“Good. An eighteenth birthday is a turning point in a young woman’s life. It is important that these occasions are special.”

“It was special Sister. Very special.”

“Good. Your uncle sounds like he is a good man taking you in after the tragedy you had. I am glad he took care of you.”

“Oh he definitely took care of me ma’am.”

“I’m glad dear.” Sister Cecel finally walked up to the front of the class.

“Okay class. Open your Bibles to Ephesians 5 verses 3 through 7. Isabella, could you please read the passage for the class?”

“Yes ma’am….” Oh shit.

“Isabella? If you would please?”

I took a deep breath and began. “Among you there must not be even a hint of sexual immorality, or of any kind of impurity, or of greed, because these are improper for God’s holy people. Nor should there be obscenity, foolish talk or crude joking, which are out of place, but rather thanksgiving. For of this you can be sure: No fornicator, no impure or greedy person-such a man is an idolater-has any inheritance in the kingdom of Christ and of God. Let no one deceive you with worthless arguments. These are sins that bring God’s wrath down upon the disobedient; therefore, have nothing to do with them.”

“Thank you Isabella. Today class we will talk about the importance of purity in our lives.”

We better live forever. If not I am so going to Hell.