Renesmee's chapter

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Renesmee's POV











When Ruben left I went to my room.


My mind started racing because I felt it.



She has a penis and she never told me.




I thought about all the possibilities that she was.




I eventually fell asleep.







I woke up later that usual.





But I felt off I kept picturing Ruben's hard on rubbing my leg.







I don't think she knew that I felt it .





I'm still confused why she won't kiss me yet.









I really just want her to but with my family around I can't do anything about it.







I shut and lock my door.





Last year my parents soundproofed my room because I would talk about Ruben all the time and I think they got annoyed.






I moved my hand down to my lower stomach.




I couldn't do it I'm supposed to be innocent.




But I can't get Ruben out of my mind.






I put my hand down my pants but I didn't touch anything.







I picture Ruben doing this instead of me and my nerves calmed down.







I pulled my pajama shorts down and I put them in my hamper.





I moved my hand up my shirt and I touched my chest.


I let out a quiet moan.




I put my hand in my panties and I started to rub my clit.







I let out a bigger moan this time.



I pictured Ruben rubbing herself on me.



I moaned louder.




I moved my hand faster my movements getting weaker as I continue.





I feel a weird sensation in my body and I let it take over.


I rubbed my clit faster my breathing getting heavier and faster.



I closed my eyes as I cummed.





I opened my eyes after I calmed down.





I feel so guilty but I feel so good.





I took off my soaked panties and I buried them in my hamper so my family couldn't smell it when I were to wash my clothes.






I took a shower to get rid of the scent on me.

I made sure to get rid of any smell by leaving the bathroom door cracked so my shampoo and body wash can go around my room.




I dried my hair and I picked out a dress and headed down the stairs to continue the rest of the day.






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