Is there some sort of anonymous group for writers who have way too many ideas running through their heads? If so, I need the name of it because my muse really needs to be signed up. Yep. I've started yet another new story.

Fear not, though, my other ones will still be continued. This one will just be my "when I have time and need to get rid of some certain frustration and need to let it out" update fic. Or maybe I'll just update it every week or so. I'll see how things go with my other stories. All I know is this fic is my muse's way of getting me to work on my smut writing.

So with that being said, if you do not like stories like this, then please turn back now and don't read. If you do, then please red and be sure to let me know what you think. Thank you!

Disclaimer: I own nothing associated with Twilight. I only own the plot and my own pervy-ness. lol!

Prologue

Today was just like any other day. Or at the very least it was like any other day I'd been going through for the past month or so. Ever since that one argument between Jacob and I, our lives had changed drastically. We weren't just "Jake and Bells best friends" like we were at one point. Oh, no. We were much more than that. We were "Jake and Bells best friends with benefits."

Who would have ever thought that I, Isabella Marie Swan, would be caught up in the kiss of best friends with benefits with Jacob Black? Certainly not me; especially given the fact that I was still currently dating his mortal enemy. Yeah, that's right. I was hooking up with Jake and still dating (if it could even be called that anymore) Edward as well.

It was completely awful of me to be doing, right? I never thought that I'd ever be this type of girl. Not to make any excuses because nothing could ever truly excuse me for my actions, I just honestly could not help myself. There's not really a way to explain it in a way that would make any of what had happened and was happening now sound like I wasn't completely to blame for it.

Anyways, like I was saying before I got off track with some of my secret guilt...today was basically like any other day. For the past month the days had more or less consisted of me and Jake meeting up in random places to hook up because ever since that one argument we just couldn't keep our hands to ourselves and our thoughts off of each other.

To be honest, this day was slightly different than the rest. We hadn't exactly made it to some random place tonight. We had only gotten as far as my bedroom, which was probably one of the worst places to secretly meet up in for so many reasons. But like I said, neither Jake nor I could seem to keep our hands off of each other lately. Therefore, my bedroom was just gonna have to do today. And that it did.

At the moment, we were both completely naked laying on my bed. Jacob on the bottom. Me on top. Yeah, I know what you are probably thinking. Jacob Black, the guy who is one day in the future to be the alpha wolf aka the most dominant by nature, on the bottom? Hard to believe, right? Well, honestly, it is not that hard to believe. No, really, it isn't.

We usually take turns. One time, he is the one that's on top. The next time, I am the one who is on top. Or more so whoever starts it gets to be on top. It's like a seesaw of sexuality. Me. Him. Me. Him. Back and forth. It works for us. Besides no one likes the same things all the time. It's nice to switch it up every so often. It keeps things fresh.

And now I am back to reality again. My thoughts interrupted and thrown right out the window when I felt Jacob's hands tightly grip my hips and lift me up. Moments later, I was being placed down onto him at an antagonizing and slow pace. Slow and steady was not going to win this race at this rate. Although, it still felt so good and he wasn't even filling me completely yet.

You would think with how many times we'd done this already that I'd be use to it by now. But, nope. Not even close. Each and every time it felt like new, like it was the first time...well, okay, second time since the first wasn't exactly the best considering the circumstances. But that was a good thing because that meant that us being together like this would never get old and we wouldn't ever have to worry about a bland sex life like some couples eventually did.

Just as I was seated fully on him, I heard my name loudly being called.

"Bella!"

I quickly realized that it wasn't Jacob calling out my name.

"Oh, shit!" I managed to get out when I realized who was calling me.

Jacob and I both froze instantly staring at each other with wide eyes.

"Jacob, we have been made! Abort! Abort!" I exclaimed quietly, out of nowhere, climbing off of him quickly.

In other situations, my random out burst would've had both Jacob and I on the ground laughing our asses off. But this situation was different than the previous ones we'd managed to accidentally encounter. This was a much worse situation.

Then the door suddenly opened. And the situation we were in got even worse than much worse.

"Well, it was nice knowing you Jacob Black because your minutes left in this world are now numbered," I thought to myself, sounding a lot more humorous than I probably should have in at the moment now.

I mean this was all mostly my fault. It was. Right? Sort of my fault maybe?

While waiting for Jacob's and possibly my own impending deaths depending on how angry the person at the door was, maybe a look back at the events of the last month would be able to clear up just who is the one to really blame? Me? Jacob? Or both of us?

Teaser prologue done! Review and let me know if you want more or not! Thank you!