Disclaimer : I do not own Twilight.

AN: I dedicate this story to two amazing girls, Tiffaninichole and FlowerChild67. I hope I won't disappoint you girls.

First love. We've all tasted it. We've all been consumed by it, and we've all experienced it to the fullest. There is nothing like those new feelings stirring inside of you. Butterflies fluttering around in your stomach, while you try not to embarrass yourself in front of the girl of your dreams. Blushing whenever someone mentions her name and hoping she's not around to see it. Stuttering, as you try to tell her how you feel, but get lost in those beautiful eyes. Being the butt of every joke whenever the people you once considered friends, are around. And then, that moment you've been waiting for, when her lips gently brush against yours, cautiously, hesitantly and yet so perfectly.

Ah, first love. Isn't it magical?

It all started back when I was still a young boy, sixteen to be exact. It was just another first day of school. One of too many, in my opinion and I had almost skipped that day. My best friend, Emmett, had convinced me not to play hooky on the very first day. He believed it would be too conspicuous. So reluctantly, I had gotten into his car.

I don't remember much of that drive. My whole life up 'til then, had been a drag. Every day was the same and it drove me nuts. Go to school, play football, go to karate or help your dad in the store, play your guitar, make your homework, go to bed,...

Boredom was a constant state of mind. Even my summer wasn't much better. It consisted of helping my father in his store, go to karate, work out and playing my guitar. Like I said, a drag.

So it shouldn't surprise me that I don't remember anything up to that one moment. That moment were my world seemed to freeze, before fading away into nothingness.

Emmett's cursing was what drew my attention and made me lift my head. I looked around in confusion, wondering what had ticked him off so early in the day. That's when I saw the monster.

It was big, red and simply hideous and it was parked in Emmett's spot.

"Who the fuck!"

I shrugged disinterested and was just about to lay my head back down, when the driver got out of the car. Long, wavy locks of brown hair framed the most perfect face I had ever seen. Her skin was flawless and a tempting creamy color. Her lips were plump and slightly red from the cold.

I was enchanted and I just couldn't look away.

"Wow," I breathed. As if she heard me, her head lifted a bit higher and she looked straight at me. The deepest and most soulful brown eyes I had ever seen were gazing directly at me and I just stared back. I could have sworn I felt the strike of a lightening bolt, but maybe it was just my imagination.

When she tore her eyes away from me, I sighed a 'no' in defeat. I wanted her to keep the connection between us. I wanted her to be as affected by me, as I seemed to be by her. Instead, she just lowered her gaze and headed inside the building.

"What the fuck's wrong with you, dude?" Emmett said, snapping his fingers in front of my face and effectively snapping me out of it.

"Nothing."

I instantly looked around for her when we entered the gymnasium. I had never seen her before and I wanted to meet her so bad, I had to stop myself from running towards the crowd.

"There's the thief," Emmett grumbled, nodding towards the left. My eyes flew to where she was sitting and I made a bee line straight for her. As I got closer, something happened.

My stomach knotted and my breathing sped up. I could feel my palms getting sweaty and my heart pounded into my throat. What the hell is wrong with me?

With each step, it seemed to get worse, until I was nothing but a mess of a man. I shook my head and turned towards the right, consciously moving away from her.

I felt like such a coward, but at the same time I was so relieved. The entire situation was too strange for words. I sat down on the top row, which allowed me a good view of the entire gymnasium. But my eyes were glued solely to one person, the brown-haired beauty.

I didn't notice when the principal walked in. I didn't even hear a word he spoke and from what I learned afterward, he spoke for a very, very long time. All I saw was her.

When we left the gymnasium, I made sure to walk behind her. She was wearing tight-fitting jeans and a short sweater. Her ass looked absolutely delicious in those pants; I think I even drooled a little as I stared at the way the cheeks moved with each step.

As if she felt eyes on her, she turned around suddenly and caught me red handed. I blinked, because the ass had somehow transformed into a zipper. And behind it a pussy!

"Up here," a soft, beautiful voice said and I reluctantly looked up. I could feel the heat traveling up from my neck to my cheeks and cursed inwardly. Fuck! I'm blushing? I never blush!

"I'm Jasper fucking Whitlock!"

What had meant to be the end of my internal rant, ended up being shouted in the new girl's face.

I was appalled at myself and just gaped at her. I couldn't figure out what she was doing to me, but whatever it was, it couldn't be good. The entire day was something straight out of the Twilight Zone. The feelings I was having, the blushing, the hard-on,... I looked down to confirm it and sure enough, there it was. I just shouted my name at her while cursing with a boner in my pants.

Can this day be any more embarrassing?

"Well, Jasper Fucking Whitlock. I'm Bella," she grinned cheekily, and if it had been any other girl, I would have rolled my eyes and turned away. But she wasn't just any other girl, she was Bella, my brown-haired beauty.

"Th-That's a r-really b-beautiful name, B-Be-Bella," Now I'm stuttering? What the hell?

She blushed and somehow my body seemed to think it needed to repay in kind, because I felt the warming in my cheeks once again.

"Thank you, Jasper."

I wanted to say more, but she must have had enough of my stuttering, because she turned away and walked into the first door she came across.

"Aw, our little Jazzy-poo is in love," Emmett cooed into my ear and my eyes grew wide as I realized he witnessed the entire thing. I groaned, because that meant he noticed the blushing and stuttering too. I'd never hear the end of it.

"You are so so so b-b-beautiful, B-B-Bella," he mocked. I gave him a shove, but the damn bear was twice my size, so it did nothing to his massive body.

"Jasper and Bella, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-"

"Shut the fuck up! And grow up while you're at it," I sneered, before getting into my own class and leaving him in the hallway. I could still see him though, from where he kept making kissing faces right outside the door. Fucker!

Things went on like that for three long weeks. I fumbled whenever Bella was around or I stared at her from a distance, while Emmett and his merry men, - Edward, Jacob and Ben - kept thinking up new ways to embarrass me. That day it was a locker full of pink post-it notes. That wasn't the worst of it though. Each one had a heart with 'Bella and Jasper' written in the middle. I groaned, banging my head against the locker next to mine. Stupid fuckers, wait until I get my hands on the lot of you!

"Jasper? Are you alright?" I stiffened, because this shit just couldn't be happening.

I turned slowly, hoping I had misheard and it wasn't her. But it was!

"Um...I-I mean, I..." I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling ridiculously clueless. Her brow furrowed adorably and I wanted to run my finger over that crease. As my trembling hand raised, her eyes traveled to the right and widened.

"Shit! Don't look at that!" I practically yelled at her, suddenly having found my ability to speak normally again.

To my surprise, she didn't slap me in the face. She didn't point her finger at me, screaming 'Stalker' for whole the world to hear, either. Instead, her eyes filled with tears and her bottom lip started to tremble.

"Oh no! Please, don't cry. Bella, I'm sorry. I didn't-" I was cut off abruptly by her finger, as she placed it gently against my lips. When she was certain I wouldn't talk again, she opened her book bag and pulled out a notebook. I watched in confusion as she opened it. Gasping, I saw page after page of my name. Big, small, in every imaginable color and font, she had written my name.

She moved around me and put her notebook in my locker, before leaning towards me. My eyes widened comically as her eyes slid to a close and her lips puckered. Oh God! She's going to kiss me. Kiss me! Bella! Bella's going to kiss me! Kiss! Fuck, fuck, fuck. What do I do? Do I open my mouth? Do I keep it closed? Do I move my lips? Oh man!

My thoughts stilled, along with everything else as her lips touched mine. It was as soft and swift as the feathery brush of a butterfly's wing. But it was the best thing I ever felt. Grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me and pressed my lips against hers again. This time I pressed harder, molding them together. Her gasp made her mouth open and I didn't hesitate. I ran my tongue across her bottom lip twice, testing her and when she didn't pull back, I slipped it inside her mouth.

Hot and wet, soft and raw, passionate and cautious; our kiss had it all. It was perfect in every way. I didn't want to stop kissing her. Unfortunately the need for air forced us apart though. I had kissed before, but it had never felt as right. The butterflies and sweaty palms were back, along with the raging hard-on that had become a common thing whenever I was around Bella.

"Wow," she breathed. And I beamed proudly at her like the smug little shit I was. "That was..."

"Magical, the best ever, perfect, fucking hot?" I questioned with a smirk on my face.

"Perfect for my first kiss."

That just baffled me. This gorgeous girl had never been kissed before me. A surge of pride ran through me, while the sex-deprived side of me kept thinking about all the other firsts I could show her.

A sudden wave of possessiveness made me turn us around and push her against the locker. I devoured her this time, pouring every ounce of desire into it. I needed her to know she was mine now. After tasting the ambrosia that was all Bella, I wasn't going to be able to ever let her go. I just hoped she felt the same. Her kiss said she did, but I wasn't sure though. Because as soon as the bell rang, she pushed me back and ran towards her class.

I didn't see her again until lunch. I was aching to see her again and when she finally walked into the cafeteria, I imagined a choir of angels singing. She seemed to radiate light and I had to blink at the beauty of her. .An angel choir? A mysterious glow? What is this? Some corny movie from the eighties?

I nearly jumped out of my seat and raced towards the lunch line. I grabbed an empty tray and started placing all of Bella's favorites on it. Months of watching her, had told me exactly what she liked.

A freshman got in line behind me, before Bella made it over to me and I politely told him, "Fuck off, kid." Maybe, I wasn't so polite after all, but the look I gave him made him scamper off instantly.

Bella reached for a tray when she stepped into the line and I shook my head, calling out her name.

I gestured to the one I had in my hands, which made her furrow her brow in confusion.

"I already got you everything," I whispered, my cheeks instantly flaring again.

She blushed beautifully, whether in response to my cheeks or my attentiveness towards her, I didn't know. "Thank you, Jasper."

The sound of her saying my name made me shiver; the way it had rolled off her tongue, so innocently but at the same time so sinful.

I stared into her eyes and everything around us seemed to blur. She was all I saw and she was radiant. "You're w-w-el-"

"Welcome," she finished for me, before pressing her lips gently to mine. The moment wouldn't be complete without a rush of blood rising up to my cheeks and when I pulled back, I saw I wasn't the only one. Damn, that blush looks amazing on her. The way it complements her pale skin. Would it go all the way down to her chest? Lower?

I was throbbing in my pants again and just then, she decided to move. I grumbled, trying to walk as normal as possible when I followed after her. It wasn't easy though and I really needed to adjust myself as soon as I found somewhere remotely out of sight to do it.

I saw her reaching for something in her book bag and quickly stepped in front of her.

"I'll take care of that," I said to the lunch lady, glancing at the total and grabbing my wallet.

I handed her the money, telling her to keep the change and turned back to Bella. She just stood there, giggling and trying to hide the sound with her hand.

I cocked an eyebrow at her, wondering what the hell had gotten into her.

"So is this supposed to be our first date then?" she asked when the last of her laughter had subsided.

I froze halfway over to my table and looked down at her, "D-d-date?"

"Well, you bought me lunch and are expecting me to eat it with you, so technically it does qualify as a date," she said, waving her hands around. I shook my head, because forcing her to eat with my friends could NOT be considered anything remotely close to a date.

I took a deep breath, hoping I wouldn't stutter this time and kept my eyes on the wall behind her, thinking it might help, "When I-I do take y-you out on a-a-a date, it won't be anything l-l-like this, my Bella."

"Your Bella?" I hadn't even realized I had said it, but her pointing it out to me made me want to run away and hide in some dark hole. What the hell is becoming of me? Toughen up! It's just a girl! Just another hole to fill! Right? Fuck, no! Bella is different. Bella is shy, attractive, playful, beautiful, sweet, gorgeous, innocent, lovely. Have I said she's beautiful?

I just stared at her wordlessly, listening to the voice in my head and gaping at her like a fish.

I must have looked like a real idiot, because Emmett suddenly clapped me on the back.

"Idiot-intervention!" he called out loudly and I groaned in response. Sure, I was acting like the lovestruck fool that I was, but he didn't need to make it worse by saying that. Also, by saying that he could mean Bella as well. That shit just wasn't acceptable.

"Fuck off, McCarthy. The only idiot I see is you," I spat, glaring at him with all my might. Anger boiled my blood at the chance that he just called MY Bella, MY girlfriend an idiot.

He clapped me heartily on the back, guffawing, "and we have our man Whitlock back. How I missed your foul mouth, my friend."

I looked over at Bella in shock, but she didn't seem fazed. She was just looking at me curiously with a soft smile on her face. I smiled back in response and I could feel my heartbeat speeding up.

"And we lost him again to the dark side. Women!" I swung without looking in the direction of his voice. He was ruining our moment; I couldn't just stand there and do nothing. I connected with his jaw and apparently harder than I would have expected, "Ouch, motherfuck!"

I chuckled and placed the hand that wasn't holding Bella's tray on her lower back, guiding her over to my usual table. Edward nudged Ben and he looked up in confusion. Ben's eyes went comically wide when he saw Bella sitting down in Emmett's usual seat. Edward smacked him up the head and Ben instantly looked down at the table again.

"Dude, she's in my seat," Emmett whined and I pointed towards an empty seat next to Jacob.

He reluctantly grabbed his milk and plopped down in the seat next to Jake.

Bella shifted uncomfortably as she glanced around the table. I kicked myself inwardly at not thinking about how she might feel being surrounded by all these men.

Edward seemed to pick up on it too, because he instantly tried to make her feel better.

"Hi Bella. I'm Edward, this short idiot next to me is Ben. On the other side of me, you'll find a big ass Indian, that's Jake. And I'm sure you already met the bear, Emmett. The lovestruck geek next to you is Jasper and you are Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you. Now, let's eat!"

Everyone burst out laughing when Edward started to spoon his mashed potatoes and Bella gaped at him.

"Nice going, dude. Now she feels even more awkward around us," Emmett said, reaching around Jake to hit Edward on the arm.

"Shit, man! What did you do that for? You know I bruise easily," Edward whined like a little bitch, making me laugh even harder.

A soft chuckle caught my attention and I looked to my left to see Bella covering her mouth. Her body shook with the effort to hold back her laughter and I couldn't have that. I tickled her side and she pulled her hand back to slap mine away. Her laughter rang throughout the cafeteria, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard. Well, besides her saying my name, because that shit just couldn't be topped.

Edward and Emmett both looked pretty damn proud of themselves at making her laugh, which pissed me off a little. She was my girl.

"So you said something about a date?" I whispered in her ear when her laughter started to slow down. "How about I pick you up at seven?"

"But, but it's a school night," she tried and I could hear someone whisper-yelling 'burn', which pissed me off some more. These fuckers were seriously getting on my last nerve.

"It's just the start, there's no homework yet. Say you'll come with me, Bella," I breathed her name so lowly, it sent shivers down her spine and made me feel pretty damn proud of myself.

Don't make eye contact. You'll lose your verbal skills. Keep focusing on that neck.

"Yes," she whispered, and I pressed a soft kiss on her neck in gratitude.

Leaning back, something finally struck me, "Where are the girls?"

They all had girlfriends, most of them in the cheerleading squad of course, except for Angela who was a geek.

"Emergency practice," Edward said, spooning some more of those mashed potatoes. Is he two? Who eats potatoes with a spoon? Pompous prick.

I glanced over at Ben, because Angela wouldn't be out practicing cheers.

"Library," he sighed, looking down at his food with disdain.

"Again?"

It had started last year. Angela would stay away more, always hiding out in the library.

She always had a perfect excuse though. She needed something for a project, or she had to verify something for an essay. But today, there would be no excuse. It was the first day, so there was no project or essay to finish.

"Yeah man. I don't know what I've done wrong. I can feel her slipping through my fingers, but I don't know what to do or say to hold onto her," Ben looked really miserable as he admitted to having problems.

"Do you want me to talk to her?" we all looked up in surprise at Bella. I hadn't expected her to be so brave, but it made me happy that she genuinely wanted to help one of my friends. Maybe, she'd adjust to my group a little quicker than expected.

"Would you?" There was no mistaking the hope in Ben's voice and Bella nodded quickly.

"If someone would just point me towards the library?" she said hesitantly and I jumped up. I looked down at her tray to see her pizza was gone, along with some other things. Her apple was left untouched though. I grabbed it with my right hand and took her hand in my left, before pulling her along towards the library.

My palm was starting to sweat again and I pulled away from Bella to wipe it on my pants. Her eyes instantly locked on mine and I was surprised to find her looking at me with a hint of rejection.

"Sweaty palms," I offered and she just smirked at me, cocking her eyebrow.

Oh God, that's sexy. Confident Bella!

Before I could realize what she was doing, she grabbed my shirt and pulled me into another space. It was dark and small; it was a janitor closet. If I hadn't been so excited and nervous, I would have laughed at the cliché of it all.

The apple fell to the floor as she pressed her hot, little body against mine.

Her breasts pressed against me and I could have sworn I felt her hardened nipples through fabric. Her mouth was hot on my neck as she pressed wet kisses on the skin, before tentatively sneaking out her tongue and licking upwards. I groaned and pushed my hips forward, my cock pressing against her stomach. No piece of pussy had ever made me as hot as I was right then and there.

To feel her in the dark was so intense. My senses were heightened and I could hear every breath heavy in the air. It was the most erotic experience in my life and she was a virgin.

"Fuck!" I wanted to have my wicked way with her. I wanted to pound into that tight pussy, but I couldn't do it like this. She deserved more.

My outburst seemed to spur her on, because she moaned and her hands started to explore my body in the dark. Mine moved to her hair, pulling her head away from my neck and tilting it upwards. My lips crashed to hers with such hunger, such need it made her body tremble against mine.

I had been so lost in our kiss, I never felt where her hands went. So when she fisted my erection inside my boxers, I froze. I held back from bucking into her hand as I whispered against her lips, "What are you doing, Bella?"

"Please, I always wanted to try this. Please," I moaned loudly and let my head rest against something hard behind me. To hear her beg for my cock was too much and I knew I couldn't deny her. Apparently, she did too, because with more confidence she released me. Only for a second though, because as soon as she had yanked my jeans and boxers down, she took a hold of me again.

Her thumb pressed against the slit in my head and I groaned, clenching my eyes shut at the wonderful feeling. She twisted her hand around my head, gathering precum and making me cry out in surprise. Who taught her that shit! Wouldn't a virgin try to dry-rub ya?

Her hand left me and I whimpered, needing her warm touch again. I heard her humming in pleasure and wondered what was going on. "Mmm, you taste so good, Jasper."

Oh fuck! Did she just lick off her hand or something? I twitched against her stomach and I could feel her breath hitch. That's right, baby. You got a big, hard task ahead of you.

I frowned to myself, when she stepped away from me and had to hold back from saying something I might regret, like what a fucking cocktease she was being. I could never say that shit about my girl, though.

Something hot and wet was at my head then, circling it and I gasped when I recognized the feel as a tongue. She's not going to blow me, is she? So soon? Here? Now? Oh fuck, I want it so bad. And it's Bella. Bella! Oh my god, I'm going to cum. No, don't cum! You have stamina, man! Hold it!

She grabbed my balls then, lifting my cock and licking my shaft. When she kneaded my balls roughly, I lost it. The clenching in my stomach too little of a warning and my cock erupted like fucking Mount Vesuvius, shooting spray after spray of hot cum in the air. Or so I thought.

"Oh God! It hurts! Jasper, it burns!"

I cleared my head from the post-orgasmic fog and dropped to my knees next to Bella. Reaching for her in the darkness, I quickly grabbed a hold of her and pulled her into my arms.

"What's wrong, darlin'? What hurts?" I stroked her hair gently and tried to get her to stand up with me. If only I could find the switch, so I could check her over. Did she bump into something? I didn't hear anything.

"My eye! It burns!"

Oh fuck!

She didn't talk to me as I led her to the ladies' restrooms and later the library. In fact, she didn't even acknowledge me. I deserved it. I hit her in the eye with my cum, it couldn't get much worse than that. I wouldn't blame her if she never wanted to do anything remotely sexual with me again. I was a failure. I gave her her first sexual experience and it was a complete bust.

I just hoped she'd still go out with me at seven.

I hadn't seen her at school after our rendez-vous from hell, so when six thirty rolled around, I was a nervous mess. I had showered and put on the most decent looking slacks I owned with a button up shirt. I even borrowed some loafers from Edward, even though the freaky things made me shudder in disgust. I slicked my hair back and debated whether or not to wear a tie. My mom walked in to find me picking it up for the umpteenth time.

"Is there a funeral I'm not aware off?"

I grumbled something in response and tossed the tie on the bed, before pushing past my mom.

"I don't know when I'll be home, I got a date tonight," I said flippantly, while starting my descent of the stairs. I heard a loud gasp which made me turn around to find my mother standing there with her hands pressed against her heart and her eyes teary. Oh Lord, kill me now!

"A date?" she squeaked and I just rolled my eyes, as I went down the rest of the stairs.

"Yes, mom, a date. It's not like the store's open today, so it's really not a big deal," I tried to diffuse the situation, but obviously it didn't work, because I heard my mothers pounding footsteps on the stairs as she ran down them.

"Not a big deal? My baby boy is all grown up!" she cried out, while reaching behind her and producing...a motherfucking camera.

I wanted to tell her that her 'baby boy' had become a man two years ago at the hands, or should I say pussy of Maria, the daughter of our housekeeper. But I was wise enough to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want Carmen to be tossed out on the streets for something we did.

My mom took picture after picture, she even asked me to put my hand in my side and turn ninety degrees from the camera. She was really pushing this shit too far.

When she asked me to look at the camera more seductively, I snapped, "Will you put the fucking camera down? You're going to make me late!"

This is becoming longer than I intended it to be, so I'll make it a two or three chap story. I'll write more soon.

Love,

Shirley