New Girl Chapter 1
Bella sat alone on the bleachers watching a pick-up baseball game during the lunch break at school. She watched a group of other girls sitting a few rows below her laughing and giggling as they watched the guys playing. She sighed and crumpled up the brown paper bag that had contained her lunch. It had been almost two weeks since she had moved to town and she still hadn't been able to make any friends at school. She was still referred to as the 'new kid' and it seemed no one wanted to be the one to invite her to join their group.
She stood up and made her way down the steps, staying well clear of the other girls. Her gaze strayed onto the field, where a tall, tanned black haired boy who she knew as Jacob from her home room was in a batter's stance at home plate waiting for a pitch from a dark-haired boy who she didn't know. As she watched, Jacob swung at a fast ball, the bat making a loud crack as it contacted the ball. A series of cheers rose up from the other players and from the girls in the bleachers as the ball curved gracefully and dropped well over the fence.
Bella smiled to herself as she watched Jacob round the bases in a slow lope. She had felt an immediate attraction to him from the moment their eyes had briefly met on her first day. He was a good athlete, but considered himself too cool to play on any of the school teams. He had a reputation as a bit of a bad boy, and she had the impression that's the way he wanted it. Not that he would ever be interested in someone like her, anyway. He was seeing Lauren, one of the girls sitting on the bleachers. She was blonde, beautiful, and a cheerleader. They were the perfect couple, it seemed.
Bella stepped from the bleachers and wandered around to the back of them where she tossed her garbage into a bin, then turned to walk back toward her class. She was sixteen. There was nothing particularly special about her appearance; very fair-skinned, with long, straight, dark brown hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her face is heart-shaped—a wide forehead with a widow's peak, large, wide-spaced eyes, prominent cheekbones, and then a thin nose and a narrow jaw with a pointed chin. Her lips are a little out of proportion, a bit too full for her jaw line. Her eyebrows are darker than her hair and more straight than they are arched. She's five foot four inches tall, slender but not at all muscular, and weighs about 115 pounds. She has stubby fingernails because she has a nervous habit of biting them and was attractive, even pretty, but not what you would call beautiful.
She hadn't been part of the 'A' crowd at her former school, but she'd had plenty of friends and certainly wasn't the outcast she now found herself as. Her body had began to mature just after her thirteenth birthday and she had since lost most of the awkward adolescence look and was developing a very well proportioned body. Her hips curved sensually to her slender waist and her firm breasts were roughly the size of softballs. They sat high on her chest and she could still go braless without them sagging, although her mother warned her about doing that. She was conscious of the stares she was now receiving from boys and men and found it a little unnerving. To reduce the amount of lusty stares, she usually wore unflattering clothes that hid her developing body.
As she sat in the final class of the day waiting for the bell to ring, she gazed out the window at the low hills that rose from the forest behind the school. She had always enjoyed hiking in the woods-- even though she was a complete clutz --and decided to do a little exploring after school. She spotted a rocky hill that looked like it would provide a nice view of her new town, Forks, and made up her mind to scale it.
The bell rang, startling her from her thoughts and she quickly gathered her books from her desk and joined the crowd funneling through the door to freedom. She stepped outside a few minutes later amid a throng of laughing and chattering teenagers and focused her eyes on the rocky crag she had spotted from the classroom window. Shouldering her backpack and ignoring the yells and cries of her classmates as they celebrated their liberation from the chalk dust prison, she made her way across the empty football field toward the trees. It was a beautiful day and she lifted her face skyward, letting the sun warm her as she breathed deeply the pine scented air.
She found a path leading into the woods and followed it up a slight incline. The sun filtered through the pine boughs leaving a spotted pattern on the dry needles underfoot. Her feet made no sound on the soft needles and she was aware of the variety of different sounds; birds calling, chipmunks chattering a warning, and the heavy beating of a grouse as she startled it from its' resting area. She loved being here, alone with nature, where she could just be herself and let the stress of trying to fit into a new school fade away.
She walked for about twenty minutes up a steadily increasing hill until she came to a rock face that she figured must be the base of the outcropping she was looking for. The path led off to the right, then split, with one path leading around the side of the rock and another more well-used path that seemed to lead away from it. She took the less traveled path and was soon ducking around branches and stepping over rocks that must have tumbled down the steep cliff at some point. After a few minutes of this, she came to another split and sat down on a large flat-topped rock to catch her breath and decide which way to go next. Neither path looked like it was used more than the other, but the one on the right seemed to stick to the base of the hill, so she decided to take it. She was just about to set off when she heard someone cry out from the direction of the other path. She paused, straining her ears, trying to filter out all the other sounds. Then she heard it again. More intense this time. It sounded like a woman's cries. And it sounded like she was in pain!
She started out cautiously along the path, listening to the cries. They seemed to get a little louder as she moved along and she considered yelling out, but decided that someone might be there inflicting the pain and it might be better to sneak up and survey what was happening before barging into a potentially dangerous situation blind. The sounds were becoming louder and she could now hear a more muted grunting sound mixed with the cries. She could hear movement just on the other side of a large boulder and cautiously peered around it, being careful not to make any noise.
The sight that greeted her was not what she was expecting. There, on a blanket in a grassy clearing, two people were having sex! She had never had sex or seen it done, but she knew what she was witnessing. A pretty blonde girl of maybe eighteen or nineteen, probably from the community college a few blocks from her school, was lying on her back. She was naked from the waist down and had her legs wrapped around the bare torso of a dark-haired guy of about the same age who was lying between her legs and humping her frantically. Their cries and moans were almost animalistic as they moved against each other. Bella could only watch in stunned silence, unable to pull her eyes from them.
Suddenly, the man disentangled himself from the girl's leg-lock and got to his knees. Bella stifled a gasp as she saw his hard, wet cock protruding from his pubic area. Before she could get a real good look, the guy pulled the girl to a sitting position and pulled her t-shirt over her head. Her large, perky tits spilled out and he pushed her head to his groin. Bella's eyes grew large as she watched the girl take his cock into her mouth and begin bobbing her head back and forth on it, slurping noisily. The guy threw his head back and closed his eyes. His teeth were clenched together and his hand remained on her head, seeming to push it back and forth.
After a moment, he pulled his cock from her mouth and lay down on his back on the blanket. The girl grinned and straddled his legs. She poised her pussy, which Bella could see was completely hairless, over his long shaft and slowly impaled herself on it. Bella couldn't believe she was doing that! It must hurt like hell! But the expression on the blonde's face told a different story. She appeared to be enjoying herself thoroughly, her look of total ecstasy evident even to the virgin voyeur.
"Oh, yes!" she sighed. "I love having your cock inside my pussy!" She began to move up and down on it, sighing and moaning each time it was buried inside her. Bella continued to watch, fascinated by what she was seeing. After a few minutes, both of their cries became more urgent and their movements more intense.
"Oh, shit!" the guy cried out, "I'm gonna cum!"
"Me, too!" the girl answered breathlessly. "Oh, god, don't stop!" She leaned over him, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders as she began rocking faster.
With a quick upward thrust, the guy groaned and held his cock inside her, his eyes squeezed tightly shut and an almost pain-like grimace on his face. A second later, the girl squealed and raised her face upward, her body rigid and jerky. She had the same expression on her face. They stayed like that for a few seconds, then both began to jerk and grunt. The girl threw her head back, her long hair flying around her head and cried out again.
"Oh, shit, Emmett!" She closed her eyes and grit her teeth for another few seconds, then collapsed to his chest, panting heavily. Bella quietly slipped further back into the bushes, deciding that she better get far away before they got up and noticed her watching.
She made her way back to the rock she had rested on and sat down, her thoughts racing as she replayed the erotic scene in her mind. Her mother had told her that sex was a wonderful thing between two people who loved each other, as 'the talk' went. But she never imagined that it could be so passionate! So consuming! So animalistic! Although she had never experienced an orgasm, she recognized them for what they were and was amazed at the sheer intensity! She glanced down between her own legs and was surprised to see a damp spot forming on her jeans. She knew enough to know what that meant, too. She was getting turned on by what she'd seen! She glanced around to make sure they weren't coming her way then quickly disappeared down the path toward home, the climb completely forgotten.
She arrived home about a half hour later, sweating from her hasty retreat from the forest. She tossed her backpack on the floor by the back door and went into the kitchen. She was still excited about what she had witnessed and almost bypassed the answering machine with the flashing light that indicated there was a message. She pressed the button and went to the sink for a glass of water.
The message was from her mother, Renee. She was going to be working late again, and said not to worry about making her dinner as she would eat at the office.
Bella drank the water in one long gulp then wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Her mother often worked late. She was a lawyer at a small practice in town. Before Bella's father had died in a car accident while on a police chase nine years earlier, her mother had been a stay-at-home mom. After the accident, the only work she could find was low-paying jobs that barely covered their needs. Determined to give her only daughter the very best, she took out a student loan and went to law school. She graduated four years later, passed the bar, and went to work in the public defender's office. Every day she was exposed to the seedy criminal element of the city and she knew she had to get Bella out of there and move somewhere safer. It took some time, but she eventually landed the job here in Forks. It was a small town of maybe three thousand with much less crime. They bought a small house and moved out of their cramped fifth floor apartment.
Bella sighed and erased the message. It seemed that her mother had to work late nights, and even weekends, every day since they'd moved here. When she brought it up, her mother explained that she needed to work long hours for a while. The firm had just taken on a big corporate client and she was hired to take over some of their other client's needs. She promised that once she got caught up they would be able to spend more time together.
Bella looked through the refrigerator, but decided that she really wasn't hungry. The image of the couple making love was still running non-stop through her head. Maybe a nice, relaxing bath would help. She started the water then went into her room and began undressing, watching herself in the full length mirror as she did. She released her bra and ran her hands over her firm tits. Her nipples grew hard almost immediately. She looked closely at her naked breasts. The pale skin was soft and smooth, and they were almost perfectly round. Her hands cupped her tits and she wondered if they would get much larger. She didn't particularly enjoy the lusty stares she knew large breasts would invite and hoped they didn't grow any more.
She removed her jeans and slipped her white cotton panties off. Before she put her robe on, she took another long look at her naked body in the mirror. She thought she looked ok, not sexy like the blonde in the woods, but pretty good. Her hips curved nicely and she knew she had a nice ass. She remembered how the woman in the woods was completely bald down there and thought about it for a moment. Although it had only started to grow in a couple of years ago, it might be nice not to have all that hair down there. It would certainly be more sanitary. She grinned to herself. Why not? If she didn't like it, it would grow back. She picked up a pair of scissors from her desk and walked out naked to the bathroom, her robe forgotten on her bed.
She turned off the water and checked the temperature. Perfect. After she had trimmed her pubic hair down to the stubble. It already felt different, even a little naughty, but she decided she liked it.
She flushed the toilet before slipping into the tepid water and leaned her head back, relaxing in the soothing warmth. After a few minutes, she found her razor and slowly scraped the remaining stubble. When she finished, she rubbed her fingers across the newly shaved skin and was surprised at how soft and smooth it felt. Her fingers touched her clit and she inhaled deeply, once again leaning back and closing her eyes. She began a slow, circular caress of her erect clit while her other hand went to her tits, remembering the erotic scene she had just witnessed. As she squeezed her hard nipples, she slipped a finger into her vagina a little bit and smiled at the warm tingling sensations she was creating. She resumed her circular fingering of her clit, increasing the speed a little more. She felt herself almost floating in the warm water as she masturbated for the first time, slowly arousing the first inklings of an orgasm. God, it felt so good!
Suddenly, she heard the sound of the back door closing and pulled her fingers from her aroused pussy and sat straight up in the bathtub, the water splashing perilously close to the edge.
"Bella?" she heard her mother call out.
"In here, Mom!" she answered, reaching for her towel. She was out of the tub and drying herself off when her mother tapped on the door. She wrapped the towel around her and opened it. Her mother smiled at her. She was an attractive brunette and at thirty-four, and she still had it. She had short hair and wore a flattering, but conservative skirt and jacket.
"Hey there! How was your day?" she asked, brushing a strand of hair from Bella's face.
Bella shrugged. "Ok, I guess." The look on her face told her mother that she was still having trouble fitting in.
She smiled again and hugged her. "I know it's tough starting at a new school, but you'll make friends. Just give it a little time."
Bella squeezed her. "I know, Mom. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine," she said, pulling away and forcing a smile.
Her mother sighed and looked in at the draining tub. "That looks like a good idea," she said, and rinsed the tub before reinserting the plug and running her own water. They chatted for a few more minutes then Bella retreated to her room where she put on her pajamas which consisted of old baggy track pants and a torn, worn holey shirt and took out her homework. She found it hard to concentrate on it, but forced herself to. She had always been a good student and worked hard to keep her grades up. She finished her homework about an hour later and went out to the family room where her mother was watching TV. They watched a movie and when it was over, Bella said goodnight and went to bed.
She lay there for a long time, unable to go to sleep. Her hand slid inside her pajamas and down over her freshly shaved pussy. She started moving her fingers over the tender skin as she had done in the bathtub before her mother interrupted her masturbation. She was almost to the point where she had brought herself to earlier when she heard soft footsteps in the hall and a light tap on her door.
'Shit!' she thought to herself as she yanked her hand from her highly aroused pussy. The door opened, letting light from the hallway spill into her room. Her mother peeked around the slightly open door.
"Just wanted to say goodnight, honey. I have to leave early tomorrow so I probably won't see you until tomorrow night."
"Ok, Mom," Bella replied. "Will you be home for supper?"
Renee nodded. "I think so. If I can go in early, I should be able to wrap up my work by five and be home in plenty of time." She gave her a small smile. "I know I haven't been around much, but it's only for a little while longer."
Bella nodded. "I know, Mom. It's okay."
Renee shook her head. "No, honey, it's not okay. I'd rather be spending more time with you and I promise I will make it up to you." She smiled. "But thank you for understanding. Good night, dear."
She left the door open and went into her room. Bella lay there and thought about resuming her fingering, then decided the moment had been spoiled and rolled over. She fell asleep thinking about sex and wondering what her first time would be like.