Chapter 1

Edward

I carefully managed to extract myself from the death grip of, I think, Natalie? Who knows, I never remember names. I only remember what I do with them, if that. I held still and my breath when she sighed and rolled over. Then quickly but quietly retrieved my clothes, and threw them off and quickly as I could as I legged it out of her apartment. I sprinted down the stairs and out into the street and headed back home.

I rode the subway, head in my hands willing my new pounding headache away, while occasionally taking glances of others people taking the train of shame back home. We all knew without speaking that we had left our sleeping conquests to back to our mundane lives and ready ourselves to do the same again the following weekend. I caught the eye of a guy sitting across from me; he looked like shit as I'm sure I did to him. He nodded his head almost in agreement to my thoughts as I lowered mine back down again, hoping like fuck the tequila shots weren't going to make a reappearance on the train floor.

I was bored shitless with the women I had picked up now. I needed a change, it was the same old cheesy lines from both parties before we went back to usually the girl's apartment and they unleashed their inner vixen on me. Some were downright scary as they bought out various toys, demanding I satisfy them to their liking. Others were scared of me as they just lay there as I did all the work, in the end, I would get off and that was all that mattered to me, they were just an outlet. Then there were the ones that would be 'in love' with me, for just going back to their apartments. Those were the ones I usually would fake an illness or oncoming hangover and leave. Of course I'd leave with their numbers, but those numbers would be in the trash never to be called.

I was 25, worked as a movie projectionist most nights. Okay not a killer career but I liked it; I got to see movies for free and occasionally would invite my friends to join me to keep me company. I never invited women; I didn't want them to see where I worked, as I didn't have women friends, only women fuck buddies. I'm yet to find the woman of my dreams who would satisfy my every need. I know it sounds selfish but I could get along fine with a girl, but if she can't satisfy me in the sack well, we may as well be friends, and that seems to end relationships pretty quickly when I tell them I don't enjoy the sex. The last girlfriend I had, Tanya, we were together 3 months; she wanted me all the time. I had no problem with that, but it was the same old, missionary, she barely moved while I got off. She moaned as if she was enjoying herself but I don't' know, I think she just liked the contact. I didn't feel, well, connected to her. I remember the one time I asked her for a blowjob for something a little different. She looked at me as if I just spewed pea soup and spun my head in circles, and well needless to say, it was never bought up again. I tried to go down on her but she cried! She didn't want to lose sight of my face down there. She would never tell me why and I gave up trying, needless to say we grew apart and I moved on. So I went back to scoring whatever piece of ass I could when I was inebriated, pounded the shit out of them, and then left when they fell asleep.

I rounded the corner and entered my apartment building. Hoping like fuck James hadn't picked up some random skank, or at least if he had they'd keep it the fuck down this time as I was really fucking tired. I climbed the stairs, wishing I hadn't as my stomach churned again, unlocked the door and let myself in. I heard the head board banging and various screams from the bedroom. How the fuck can he bring girls back here, they know where he fucking lives and then they keep turning up! I went into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water, hoping in vain it would help my stomach. It didn't. I ran to the bathroom and yakked up the offending booze, flushed the toilet then brushed my teeth. Okay now I do feel better. But I wasn't ready to sleep yet and I knew it would be a waste of time with James sexing as loudly as he possibly could. So I flopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.

I woke a few hours later to a slap on the side of the head and a laugh.

"Wake up princess!" James roared.

"Fuck off wanker; I barely got any fucking sleep last night because of your bedroom Olympics, so you can coffee me bitch!" I yelled. Half pissed off at my still thumping head and half pissed off that he could spend most of the night fucking and still be top of his game in the morning.

"Okay your majesty." He curtseyed me the bastard and headed into the kitchen to make drinks. God knows I needed one.

I heard his bedroom door open. I couldn't help it, I had to see the skank he was making all that noise with, curiosity, cats and all that shit. She quietly went to tip toe around me to the door, she didn't see me sitting up watching her. Yep, she was doing the walk of shame alright. So just to really add to her embarrassment I decided to clear my throat. That got her she turned around and stared at me. I was floored. She was drop dead gorgeous. Her hair was in a messy ponytail, she was in a pair of painted on jeans, tight red t shirt with her heels in her hand. She was going home barefoot. Something told me she wasn't a regular as the one night fuck thing. As most girls I had the pleasure of bumming out when they would leave James's room would at least laugh and flip me the bird, although some would try and crack on to me as soon as his back was turned as well. She on the other hand, was genuinely shy and really looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her whole. Not knowing what to do she just stood there and shuffled her feet looking down as James came back in with our coffees.

"Oh shit sorry, I thought you had left." He rolled his eyes at her, clearly annoyed she was still there.

"Erm I was just leaving, um see you again sometime, maybe?" she said quietly. Yep she definitely wasn't the type that was out for a piece of ass on a regular basis. She just wanted to leave and I was starting to get embarrassed for her now.

"The names Edward." I said, getting up to shake her hand, her small, pale yet soft hand. Cut it out Cullen, she just spent all night fucking your roomie.

A small smile flickered across her lips as she dropped her shoes to shake mine.

"Bella, nice to meet you." She replied in a small voice. I held her gaze; unable to break it, I'm sure her brown eyes just stared straight through me and into my soul. Then she broke my gaze looking down to our still entwined hands. The electricity coming off her was amazing; she had me captivated only from one glance. No one had ever done this to me before. I reluctantly let go of her hand as I knew she was uncomfortable.

"Erm, I better go, bye James." She said as she was closing the door.

"Yeah whatever babe, last night was fucking awesome." In his favourite rehearsed voice for his favourite rehearsed line. He was glued to Jeopardy; he barely knew she was even fucking there.

I would've called him an asshole but I was gobsmacked. I could still hear her moans of pleasure through the walls as he took her. Various banging noises as she screamed louder and louder.

"So, how was she?" I asked with a grin, why? Because I'm a sick fuck. I usually do ask how his night went and I do a good job pretending to listen. But this time I really did want to know because she was gorgeous, and I was a fucking masochist.

He put his mug down on the coffee table, stretched and grinned. I hated his post coital face; I just wanted to belt it off him. Yes I got some myself but I would've definitely have preferred it was from Bella, I would've have just let her leave the apartment like that, in fact, I wouldn't have let her leave at all. No woman on this earth has affected me in a five minute time frame like she has.

"Well my sexually frustrated friend, she is definitely in my top 5. I have never gotten off that much in my life!" he said, rather proud of himself.

I smiled at him, thinking inwardly how funny it would be if his dick suddenly fell off and sat on the floor like a lump of dog turd.

"Really? Where did you find her?" I asked, wondering if I could possibly break the 'stirring ones porridge' rule and get away with it.

"Fuck man she took everything I gave her and didn't bitch about anything at all, seriously she was fucking excellent. I should've invited you in, I'm sure she would've been in for a threesome bro, although if you were to lay a hand on me I'd fucking rip your nuts off and shove them up your ass." He sneered.

I laughed, as if I would.

"Okay so how did you meet her? Do you know anything about her?" I asked, knowing it was going to trigger some serious interrogation but I couldn't help it, her face was burned into my retinas now.

"Ed, are you alright? I don't know shit about her; I picked her up at Shooters last night. I was horny, she made a play for me, so I bought her back her and fucked her senseless. What happened to you last night bro? Did something bad happen? Or did you score with another clingon chick." He asked, yep, he was concerned for my safety again, although only the once I had to call him as some psycho bitch had me trapped in her room with her and wouldn't let me go until I told her I loved her. I had to fuck her to prove it, I suppose in some way that could be seen as rape, but I was horny and well, that's what I was there for. But I had to get James to meet me just to make sure she didn't follow me home.

"Yes I did get some; no she wasn't a cling on. I'm just getting sick of it all now dude. Maybe I'm just getting old or something but I would actually like to wake up with a woman without worrying about what her intentions were. That chick you had last night was hot man." I sighed, hoping he would give me more info or at least his blessing to go after her myself. I was not one for going where my friends had been before. It was an unwritten rule that it was just not cosher to shove your dick when your friends had been before, it was just not right. But in this case I really wanted to make an acception. There was something different about her to the other women I had been with. I was fascinated with her.

James slid over and slapped his hand on my shoulder.

"Dude, are you alright? I don't know who she was, she was just pussy. We both wanted it so we went for it. I don't have her number or anything but fuck, if you want a bit of her just go for it, don't worry about me dude." He laughed.

James got up off the couch and put his cup on the counter.

"Well bitch, I'm going to have a shower and fuck off to Laurent's, you coming?" he asked.

"Neh, after your 'all nighter', I'm going to hit the sack. Tell Laurent to go fuck himself from me." I laughed.

"Will do princess." He laughed.

He headed off to his room to gather whatever he needed while I went off to my room and flopped face down on my bed. I could still hear her crying out as she came; the banging headboard and I could still see her beautiful heart shaped face as she left 'his' room and our apartment. I wanted to see her, no, I needed to see her. Man I definitely drank far too much for an unknown chick to have this kind of effect on me. With her on the brain I quickly fell into a deep sleep.