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Belly was well aware that she had fucked things up.
She felt horrible.
It wasn't like she didn't like Jeremiah – because she did. The way she felt around him was unexplainable, but it was always good. The butterflies in her stomach were constant, her face always a light pink every time he looked at her a little too long, and the way she would practically melt when he called her a particularly cute nickname — (bells was ironically one of them).
It was obvious to anyone that she liked Jeremiah.
But Conrad... he had always been there. He was the one she was supposed to end up with. Jeremiah was never a part of the plan. Like Susannah said, Conrad was her prince charming.
Even though it came at a bad time, (because she was looking forward to her new relationship with the youngest Fisher brother), she owed it to herself to at least try with Conrad, right? After all of the arguing, insults, and back and forths... it was a lot of pain, and Belly deserved to have that happiness that she spent so many summers waiting for.
She earned it.
Now, she was realizing how much of a mistake that was.
She missed her light. Her best friend. Her Jeremiah.
Jeremiah was sweet to her. When Belly was with him, she never had to second guess herself or wonder how he was feeling about her. The assurance from him was constant and made her feel over the moon and confident.
Conrad wasn't like that.
They could be having a full-on conversation, and the other would just suddenly shut down without another word, leaving Belly confused.
She almost always blamed herself when he would leave. Was she talking too much? Did she mention Susannah a little too much? Maybe they shouldn't have gotten McDonald's for dinner...
She second-guessed everything while with him. One time he picked her up, (hadn't told her where they were going) and she came out in a hoodie and some loose grey sweatpants. Usually, when they hung out, it was spent stargazing, or parked somewhere with fast food while they talked about any and everything, so she didn't tend to dress up.
Only this time she got into the car, and Conrad made a face upon seeing her outfit. "You're gonna look kinda funny wearing that at dinner," He said, before laughing.
Belly made up some excuse about needing a different jacket and ran back in to change. When she came out, Conrad said nothing.
Sometimes she cried about it. Most of her winter was spent crying silently to herself until he'd call and everything was better again.
She kept all of their relationship issues to herself. Who was she supposed to talk to about it? Jeremiah hated her, Steven told her getting involved with either of them was too close to home so he didn't want to hear it, Her mom had entirely too much going on, and Taylor hated Conrad, so she wasn't going to be much help regardless.
It was so.. isolating, and as their relationship continued to deteriorate, it just got worse and worse.
Belly saw the end. Felt it coming for months. Weeks, and then days.
By the time it was all said and done, all she could think about was what a colossal fuck up she was.
Her relationship with her favorite fucking person was ruined beyond repair, and she had nothing to show for it.
—
Belly was fully convinced that Jeremiah was going to hate her until the day she died. While this wasn't something that the redhead was particularly okay with, she accepted fault, and had forced herself into accepting that this was her reality; and that there wasn't anyone to blame but herself.
The way she hurt Jeremiah was the way that she deserved to be hurt, and Belly wasn't expecting any mercy when it came to her actions.
Though, in a turn of events and much to her surprise, once she and Conrad were done, their connection severed, it opened the door of reconciliation between herself and Jeremiah. It contained lots of 'I missed you's', apologies, and tears. Afterward, Belly felt light. Knowing that Jeremiah had forgiven her and that they were working towards getting their friendship to the way it used to be was euphoric.
At first, she didn't get too excited. While they searched for the blonde brother on his college campus, Jeremiah remained cold. He gave brief one-word answers, sometimes not even granting Belly the courtesy of that.
It was when the Jeep's tire popped on the side of the road, and Belly insisted that they could figure it out themselves.
Even though they ended up sweaty and irritated, it led to something much-needed.
Belly was finally able to apologize — she was able to tell Jeremiah all of the things that she had been waiting to express since last summer; and he got to hear it from her, face to face.
It wasn't under the greatest circumstances, but things with Jeremiah were going back to normal.
Of course, it couldn't have been that simple.
That would be entirely too easy.
Belly's new issue now was that her feelings came back tenfold. Worse than she had ever been.
Jeremiah had always been a complete flirt, but he certainly cranked up the volume since last summer. The constant 'accidental' grazes of belly's shoulder while they were walking next to each other, or the way his hand would innocently drop down to her thigh while he was driving, (she would NOT move it). He was heavy with the compliments too. "Your hair looks so nice up. Your eyes are beautiful,"
Her eyes? The most Conrad ever noticed on her were her freckles.
"Skirts a little too short, Bells." He said once, ogling the mini denim garment she had stolen from Taylor a few days before. She blushed, before rolling her eyes. "I always forget how raunchy you can be," She
countered back, earning a smooth laugh from the tanned male.
"I don't seem to remember you minding last summer,"
Her throat went dry and her face was an unexplainable color. Steven came outside then, and Jeremiah was fast to change the subject, leaving belly hot & flustered underneath the cousins' sun, l proud of the effect he had over her.
"No, Taylor I'm telling you, he's driving me crazy! I can't even be around him without giggling like a 12-year-old who has her first crush! I can't tell if he knows and is just pretending to be oblivious, or if he is that oblivious! But I can't take it anymore!" Belly huffed, Taylor laughing on the other end of Facetime.
She had stayed in cousins for a few days but had to eventually grace Milo with her presence, much to Steven's dismay. "Jesus Belly," She said, a fruity red gloss gliding across her lips as she spoke.
"You need to jump his bones. You're not gonna be able to control yourself until you do," The way she spoke had a matter-of-fact tone to it, and belly squealed at the thought.
"Taylor!"
Belly couldn't even imagine doing.. that with Jeremiah. Well actually, that's a lie, because she could and she had.
She had sex with Conrad, once. It was fine, but it hurt and there wasn't much foreplay. It barely
even seemed like he was enjoying it.
But she could only imagine how Jeremiah was. She heard the rumors. How he had, "Mad tricks with his tongue", Which were Shayla and Nicole's words, not hers, he was known for being gentle, but able to hit all of the right spots —
Would her first time go differently if it were Jeremiah?
She knew the answer, but wouldn't dare say it aloud.
Taylor laughed. "Don't be a baby! He's hot and has abs! Plus, he always smells heavenly,"
Belly facepalmed. "You're not helping me get over this little crush by reminding me that he smells like vanilla,"
The other girl threw her hands up in defeat.
"I don't know what you want me to say then! Either seduce him or die pining and sexually repressed!"
"Whose dying sexually repressed?" Came Jeremiah's voice, standing in the door frame smiling ear to ear. From the looks of it, he hadn't heard the previous conversation, which made Belly sigh in relief. "Belly I think Milo is calling, so I'm gonna go, but call me later! Love you!" The phone call ended before the redhead had a chance to blink.
"It was just Taylor being herself. You know." She brushed it off, scooting over to make room for the other on the bed. She was laying on her tummy, so she had to look up to meet Jeremiah's eyes. It was a bit of an awkward position, and the way the other stared back at her made her a tad bit nervous.
"Where's Steven and Conrad?" She asks, making conversation.
Jeremiah shrugs before laying back and dramatically stretching, a loud yawn leaving his body in the process. "Connie's on the beach I think.. he might be smoking weed because when I took out the trash it totally reeked out there. Felt like I was high just by stepping out there,"
They both laughed.
"And Steven is getting pizzas and snacks because it's gonna storm later. I was gonna go with him but decided that bothering you would be more fun,"
Just like that, she was flushed. "I'm not really doing anything so you might've made the wrong choice," She tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear as she spoke.
Jeremiah sat up on his elbows. "Your conversation seemed pretty interesting though. I never would've guessed that you were sexually repressed, bells,"
Her cool front was dismantled just like that, and her hands immediately went to cover her face in embarrassment. "Please tell me you did not hear that entire conversation," She whined, unable to look back at the other.
Jeremiah was very much enjoying this; propped up on his elbows with a grin entirely too big plastered on his face, "Only bits and pieces,"
Belly panicked a little at that. Jeremiah couldn't know about the crush. They had just gotten close again, and involving feelings after only a few weeks wasn't a good idea. But it was clear now that he was not as oblivious and silly as everyone painted it out to be.
He knew how belly felt because he knew belly.
"Can we just totally pretend like it's not a thing?" She practically pleaded, becoming increasingly more distressed as Jeremiah waited to respond. He just sat there, smiling, while belly fidgeted around and waited for him to say— or do, something.
"Per Taylor's advice," He started, the bed making little noises as he slyly made his way to belly's end of the bed, her light blue sheets becoming crumpled as he did so. She tried backing away, but there wasn't anywhere to go. "You have to seduce me,"
There was no more air in the room then. The central air must've stopped working because everything stopped; suddenly the room was one thousand degrees, and Jeremiah was kissing her.
It was so good. She had almost forgotten how much of a good kisser Jeremiah was. His lips were soft, and his mouth tasted like jolly ranchers and juice. His hands clung to belly's waist like she was going to disappear if he even loosened his grip a little bit.
Everything was so easy with Jeremiah.
She thought of nothing as her lips moved up against his — only concerned with how she could get him shirtless.
He finally pulled away, presumably to breathe, but neither of them said anything right away. Belly's mind was spinning and her underwear was sticky. Jeremiah's thumb was rubbing circles on her tummy and she wish he would just go lower. (This was not vocalized).
"You've made me so crazy this summer," She admitted once she calmed down enough. "You're all I've thought about. But I didn't want to ruin our friendship.. again. We just got back to where we were, you know? But you make it so hard with all of the jokes and you never wear a shirt —"
"We won't think about all that right now then. I'm just helping you, okay?" He cut her off, pulling her into his lap before she could object.
Flustered, and confused, she asked, "With what?"
"The sexual repression, duh!"
Usually, this was the moment she would fire back with an equally snarky remark, but she didn't. She was too focused on the fact that her dress had ridden up, and she felt something suspiciously hard poking her between the legs. Was Jeremiah... from her?
Feeling daring, she rolled her hips, letting out a soft gasp at the sensation.
That was good.
Jeremiah immediately looked up at her, but said nothing; instead placing both his hands on either side of belly's waist and guiding her movements. "You're makin' me crazy now, Bells," He groaned, burying his head into the younger neck.
Belly felt his tongue, and his teeth, sucking and biting at her neck. She knew she should've said something; told him leaving marks wasn't a good idea and direct him into doing something else, but she didn't. She sat there, like the hormonal teen she was, grinding up against Jeremiah's dick and moaning every time she felt her skin on his tongue.
Her skin was on fucking fire, and everywhere Jeremiah touched felt insanely good. She was content doing this, but she felt like her brain was going to explode at what Jeremiah did next.
"I wanna eat you out. Can I?" His eyes looked so big, and his voice dripped in desperation — it was as if belly said no, he would die then & there.
"I-I've never done that before," She admitted, embarrassed at her lack of experience.
This didn't seem to bother Jeremiah though. In fact, it motivated him. He spread belly's legs, and pushed his hand up her thigh, while she held onto his shoulders for dear life. "Is that a yes?"
The girl nodded frantically; moving to lay on his back like she saw in movies. Jeremiah laughed at this and hovered over her, and there Belly was able to take a look at just how big he really was.
Her throat was dry.
Jeremiah was spreading her legs, and now she really wished she wore cuter underwear and not ones from pink with watermelons all over them. "I haven't shaved since yesterday. I didn't think we'd be doing this today!" She squeaked, cold air hitting her nether regions as her panties were thrown to the side.
"The doors open!" She suddenly exclaimed, pretending not to feel the kisses on her inner thighs. "You'll just have to be quiet then," Jeremiah murmured, not giving any more of a warning before he began licking her pussy like it was literally his last meal.
Jeremiah loved eating girls out. He loved making girls feel good; liked making them cum until they didn't want to anymore. Most of all though, he dreamed about what it would be like to eat Belly's pussy since he started puberty and found out that that was something he liked —
And god, was it living up to the hype he built up in his head.
Belly was warm, wet, and sweet. Jeremiah felt her arousal again on his lips before he began sucking on her clit; nice and slow. He was looking up at her, eyes fixed on her face as she slapped a hand over her mouth to stop all the loud and embarrassing sounds from leaving.
Good thing Conrad and Steven were gone because they really should've closed that door.
Jeremiah's dick throbbed, painfully hard, and he used it as motivation; throwing belly's leg over his shoulder. This had to be so good for belly. Jeremiah had to make her feel so good — make her cum so fucking hard, that she wouldn't wanna be with anyone else ever. Only him.
He traced her slit as he thought about this, pushing a finger in just to test the works. "Oh–!" She said, obviously surprised but not objecting; simply arching into the sensation. "Quiet. What if someone walks by?" He teased, before going back to work.
His tongue returned to her pussy; where it belonged, and sucked at her swollen clit, alternating from doing this and licking at her opening, before deciding that he wanted to feel her clench around his fingers as she came, and once again slid one inside of her.
When he looked up to see her face (as her voice indicated that she was close). He realized that the straps to her dress were bunched beneath her chest, her perfect tiddies spilling to either side as she fondled herself, her eyes squeezed shut as she moaned the youngest Fisher brother's name under her breath.
"Jeremiah... I think.." She trailed, breathing picking up as her moans suddenly became high pitched, a manicured hand gripping onto Jeremiah's curly hair for dear life.
He thought he was dying as he watched belly completely unfold, her legs trembling, her pussy clenching around his finger, her mouth opening and
closing as her orgasm crashed over her – Her face red and damp with sweat, her exposed breasts heaving and her hair stuck to her forehead. She looked fucking beautiful.
Jeremiah was greedy though, so he kept going. He didn't stop until Belly pushed his head away and closed her legs; still in the afterglow of what happened.
"It's fucking pouring! I got the pizza losers!" Came Stevens loud voice, his footsteps going up the stairs. Belly immediately sprang into action, rolling off the bed and pulling a pair of shorts on. "You should take care of that, Jere," She teased, pointing to his basketball shorts that were obviously a little too tight, and dashing out of the room.
She met Steven at the top of the staircase, which gave Jeremiah enough time to get to his room — and take a cold shower.
"Let's eat!" He said, clapping his hands together. "I got Jere that nasty ass pineapple shit he likes, but I guess he'll eat when he gets out of the shower."
Belly nodded, pretending to be paying attention to what was happening.
They descended the stairs together, and as they were grabbing their respective slices, Steven cocked his head to the side in disgust.
"Gross Belly! You're all sweaty and your hair is greasy. Shower and then eat!"
He snatched up the pizza boxed, and she flashed him the middle finger, deciding not to let her brother know how she ended up all greasy and disgusting.
As she turned to go up the stairs, she passed Jeremiah, freshly dressed. "That's pretty gross, Bells."