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A million thanks to Project Team Beta, and HammondGirl and HollettLA, my betas for this chapter. I really felt sorry for them, when I saw how much they had to fix. My heartfelt thanks and eternal gratitude, for taking the time to do it.
Chapter 1
"Please?"
"No."
"Edward!"
"NO!"
"Come on! As a favor! To me? Your best friend in the whole wide world?"
"Bella, please be serious."
"I am serious. Serious as a heart attack. I need to do this."
"No, you don't. I'm not discussing this anymore. Now can we get on with our homework?" He tugs his hair, a tell of his nervousness she knows all too well.
"No, I just remembered that there's something I've got to do. You have to go. Now."
She purses her lips and crosses her hands across her chest.
"We are supposed to be studying for the history test tomorrow."
"Well, something came up. I have to go out."
"Out? With whom? Are you meeting the guys? You didn't say anything."
"No, I'm not meeting the guys. I have a date and I have to get ready." She lowers her eyes and blushes.
"A date? When did that happen?"
He narrows his eyes as he looks at her. Her fidgeting and the scarlet color of her cheeks is a dead giveaway that something's not right.
She's stubborn as hell. She stares back at him, not backing down.
"Bella?"
"What?"
"Who are you going out with?"
"None of your business."
"You're my best friend. Of course it's my business. I don't want to..."
She's fuming now. Her fists clench and release at her sides. Her eyes drop to the floor, not wanting to see him anymore. She thought she could have this with her best friend, someone she trusts, but it looks like it's not meant to be. So James it is.
"You don't want what, Edward? To sleep with me? Okay, I get it. I know I'm not beautiful like Tanya, believe me. I know. But that doesn't mean that I don't have another option. I just thought..."
His throat suddenly constricts. He doesn't like her insinuation. She's beautiful, but she doesn't see it. Tanya, in his opinion, is just a pretty face with nothing behind it. Bella is so much more than that. Her few extra pounds make her think she's ugly, and there's nothing he can do to persuade her that she's wrong. She is beautiful inside and out. If she weren't his best friend, he would have grabbed her and kissed the misconception right out of her. But he can't. He can't risk losing her, should something go wrong. He can't get the other option out of his mind.
His jaw clenches, thinking of the meaning behind her words. The thought of someone else touching her... He can't even think about it without seeing red. He pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out an exasperated sigh.
"Would you mind explaining what you mean by having another option?"
She doesn't look at him. Her eyes are trained on the floor, but a telltale blush creeps up her cheeks.
"Bella? What other option?" he insists.
"Edward, can you please just go? I don't want to talk about this. Don't make it any more awkward for me than it already is. Just ten minutes ago, I asked you to have sex with me and you rejected me. I'm mortified! Just...go home and we'll talk some other time. I have to get ready."
She turns her back to him and waits to hear his steps as he leaves. A couple of minutes pass and nothing happens. Her body feels pulled as taut as a guitar string and her breathing is ragged. She angles her face toward him, but doesn't dare to turn around and face him.
His eyes burn a hole in her back. He can't leave. Not without making sure she isn't about to do something stupid. He takes a step toward her and stops. His arm reaches out and stops just inches from her tense shoulders. He wants so much to touch her but is afraid. His self-control is tested daily by her presence but more so today. Her proposition has put in his mind the image of the two of them together, joined in the most intimate of ways, and he can't shake it. His hand trembles and then falls by his side. He grits his teeth and takes a deep breath to try and calm himself. Boy, was that a wrong move!
Her sweet fragrance fills his nostrils, and his body reacts violently to it. He is a seventeen-year-old boy, after all. He can feel his body being pulled by hers, like iron to a magnet. One step brings him right behind her. Her warmth caresses him and wakes up his body. His head lowers and his breath fans her flushed cheeks. There's no touching, not yet. If he touches her now, all will be lost. He won't be able to restrain himself. Her breathing has become heavier, he notices. A small tremor racks her body and his reaction is visceral.
"Bella," he pleads. "I'm afraid I will lose you if this goes wrong. So afraid! But I can't stay away from you anymore."
Her breathing stutters and then stops. Her body is rigid as she fights for air. Her eyes close. Her teeth gnaw at her lower lip. Does he mean it? Does he want her? Could this be true, or is she dreaming?
His hands touch her shoulders and an electric current runs through her. Her heart is trying to beat its way out of her chest. Suddenly she feels his body molding to hers, his whole front side in touch with her back side, and the evidence of his arousal nestles against her bottom. A gasp and a deep moan are her first audible reactions.
"Oh God," she hears him say. His hands move from their perch on her shoulders, moving down her arms and back again. He slides her hair away from her neck and deposits a kiss right at the juncture where her neck meets her shoulder.
She stiffens and a wet wave of arousal floods her. Her feet tremble and she leans on him to stay upright. His hands travel up her torso and cup her breasts, making their sensitive tips harden, and a throaty moan escapes her lips. His hardness is slowly moving against her back, driving her crazy with lust. And she hasn't even kissed him yet.
His hands grab her hips and he thrusts against her, making them both moan and grunt. In a sort of slow, seductive dance, she moves against him, enjoying the power she has over him right now. His breathing is shallow and he calls her name in an agonized whisper.
"Bella, I want you so much. Oh God, I..."
He can't think anymore. All that exists is for him is the way her body molds to his and her breathy moans as he caresses every inch of her skin. He is on fire and couldn't stop doing what he's doing even if the world came to an end right now.
"I want to kiss you. I have to kiss you. Bella..."
He turns her around and attacks her lips with a ferocity that leaves them both breathless. Their bodies meld together, hands squeezing tight, while lips and teeth and tongues fight for domination in a restless battle.
Their breaths are sparse and only taken in between agonized gasps before they attack each other again. He moves them across the room and pins her to the wall. His fingers are grip her hips oh so tight, and her fingers thread through his hair and tug roughly, driving him insane.
"I need you. Oh Bella, yes... Yesss!"
"Edward. God, you...ahhh!" she screams as his teeth find her nipple and gives it a light bite over her shirt. Her hands are against the wall, trying to keep herself upright as the sensations she's feeling for the first time overwhelm her. Her breathing is labored and her heart is beats a mile a minute. His mouth ascends from her breasts to her neck, nipping and licking and sucking, leaving trails of fire in its wake.
His harsh breaths create goose bumps on her skin, and she's had enough. Now it is her turn. In a move he doesn't expect, she turns around and pins him to the wall. Her hands go in his thick mane of hair and pull, lifting his head up to expose his long neck.
She doesn't know how she found the courage to do this, since she's very shy by nature, but the next thing she knows, her tongue laps at his neck and her teeth attach themselves to his breastbone, leaving a mark.
His breath hitches and his eyes are shut tight, as he loses himself in the sensation. He knows that pretty soon it won't be enough, this heavy make-out session. It already isn't. He wants her, wants to feel her naked flesh against his, and before he realizes it, his hands are on her shirt, unbuttoning it. Her hands find the hem of his t-shirt and lift it up, revealing his torso, which heaves with each breath. His trembling fingers are finally able to open her shirt completely.
Then she takes a step back. Her eyes are focused on his as she lowers her arms and discards the shirt, followed by her bra. She sees his pupils widen as he takes in her shape and her taut nipples, and a strangled groan leaves his throat. His eyes alternate between her pert breasts and her flushed cheeks, and he rejoices in the trust she's showing him. She moves back until the back of her legs hit the bed, and then she sits down. Her head is down and her hair falls around her like a curtain, shielding her from his eyes.
This won't do, he thinks. He stands before her and touches her chin to lift her head so he can see her eyes.
"You are so beautiful!" he says and she shakes her head.
"Bella, you are the most beautiful girl I know."
Her eyes fill with tears and he can't have that. He falls on his knees in front of her and starts to caress her body.
"Your skin is so soft. The way your body reacts to my touch is heaven. Your lips, your tongue, your hands touching me, it's driving me crazy. I want to touch you everywhere. Will you let me?" he asks.
She nods and he fastens his lips to hers as his hands discover the texture of her soft skin, unhindered by clothes. Her nipples extend, craving his touch, and he gives it to them, making her moan.
Soon his lips join in, followed by his tongue and teeth, tormenting her with nips, licks and soft bites, which elicit cries of pleasure. Her hands keep him there. His touch sets her on fire. She lowers herself on the bed and he follows her, hovering above, taking her in. He continues the trip of discovery, all his senses trained to the signs of her pleasure. When he reaches her waistband, he stops and looks at her. He doesn't want to push her, but he knows that if they continue this path, there is no way back. He has to be sure this is what she wants.
"Bella? Are you... Are you sure you want... We can stop. If you're not ready, I can..." he says, not sure how he's going to accomplish that feat, but if she's not ready, he'll find the strength to stop.
"I'm ready. I want this. I want you. Make love to me, Edward," she says, and his chest tightens. So, this is happening, he thinks. In a few moments, he's going to be inside her.
He's surprised when he feels her hands glide down his torso; her fingertips scorch his skin with their fiery touch. She maps his pecs, lightly touching his nipples. Her hands slide toward his abdomen and rest on the button of his jeans. His eyes are glued on their movements as they unfasten the button and move down, lowering his zipper. He clenches his jaw and shuts his eyes as the feeling of her hands bring him so close...so close. He takes her hands and puts them by her sides.
"Bella, if you keep this up, it's gonna be over very, very soon," he says through clenched teeth.
She bites her lower lip and more color dyes her fair skin. She takes him in as he rises and removes his shoes, socks, jeans and lastly, his boxers, finally standing before her in all his naked beauty.
He is magnificent, all lean muscle and soft downy hair that leads down to his... Oh God, he is so big, she thinks wondering how it's going to fit inside her. His... uh, penis, manhood-oh, what should she call it-seems to notice her devoted attention and stands taller.
She looks up at his face and reddens even more when she realizes that he saw the way she'd been watching him. A soft smile lifts the edges of his lips until he sees her bite her lip. When her tongue soothes the sting, his eyes suddenly darken and become hooded with desire. There is something predatory in his gaze as he stalks her on the bed and resumes his previous caresses on her burning body.
This time, he doesn't stop, and his hands relieve her of her jeans and panties, leaving her completely naked before him. Apprehension takes over her and she lifts her arms to cover her flawed body. He stops her and drives her arms above her head, keeping them there with one of his own, while the other reaches low and starts to massage the small patch of hair hiding her womanhood. Her body convulses as he goes even further, and her back arches off the bed when he touches her clitoris. He starts to draw small circles, making her blood boil and her hips rise to meet his fingers. A cloud of lust covers her, and her panting breaths turn violent when she feels his fingers inside her as she reaches her climax. Slowly coming down from the clouds, she feels him settle above her and his manhood touches her folds. He kisses her on the lips and his voice is strained when he speaks.
"This is going to... Bella, I don't want to hurt you. Promise me you'll stop me if it hurts too much."
She touches his sweaty face as he tries to restrain himself. "I want to feel you inside me. Please, Edward!"
He slowly starts to push forward but has to stop because the sensation of her tight warmth is too much for his wavering control. Deep breaths and her small hands touching him give him courage, and he moves a bit more, until he meets the resistance of her virginity.
His breathing is labored. His hands clutch the sheets and his lips search hers as he surges forward. He finds himself buried to the hilt inside her. He feels her body go rigid and holds completely still to give her time to get over the pain and to adjust to him. The urge to move is driving him insane. Her warmth envelops him, and her tight walls grip him, making him want to consume her. She moves under him, and he pleads through gritted teeth.
"Bella, please don't move... Oh God, Bella. I don't want to hurt you, please..."
She moves again, causing him to lose his grip on sanity, and he starts moving in and out of her in an agonized, slow pace, trying to take it easy on her.
She makes it difficult on him with the way she moves under him and moans and arches her back, meeting his hips with her own while mumbling sweet words in his ears, driving him crazy. His pace quickly picks up and his grunts are echoing in the room, joining hers.
He's close, so close, but he wants to take her with him, so he sits back on his legs and drags her up. He finds her soft spot and caresses it with his thumb until her inner muscles squeeze him and she screams as she comes all around him, drawing his climax as well. His final thrusts drive her into the bed with their force as he empties inside her.
Their breaths are ragged and shallow as they come down from their peak. Hands and lips roam, caressing every surface they can reach.
Bella is so overwhelmed by the perfection of their union that she can't help the tears that escape her eyelids and roll down her cheeks.
When he feels them on his lips, he suddenly grows rigid and internally curses himself for his stupidity. Of course, she must loathe him now! He took her virginity and caused her pain because he is a selfish creature who can't control himself. He will lose her now, for that he's sure. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he lifts up and starts getting dressed. He's certain she won't want to even look at him right now.
He's too ashamed of himself to look her in the eyes, so he keeps his head down and mumbles an apology before leaving her bedroom.
Bella is too stunned to react. In just a few seconds' time she went from blissful to confused to utterly mortified when she realizes that Edward regrets making love to her. I shouldn't have pushed him, she thinks. Now I'm going to lose my best friend. Her pussy hurts, but it's nothing compared to the pain that gnaws at her heart. "How am I going to face him again? Oh my God, what have I done?" she cries.
Her eyes brim with tears that trickle down her cheeks and fall like little raindrops into her lap. The smell of their sex permeates the room and it makes her nauseous. She wishes she never asked him to make love to her. They would be friends still. He wouldn't have left her as he did just now. But somewhere deep down, she can't help but feel grateful that her first time was with him, and that it was so wonderful. When the initial pain passed, she felt things she had never felt before and isn't sure that she will feel ever again. Her heart stutters when she remembers his face when he came inside of her. That painful pleasure that she had felt only moments before was etched on his face. He had never been more beautiful to her than he was at that moment, and she's going to keep it locked in her heart and mind so that she will never forget it.
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A/N: Hi! So, this is my story. I hope you enjoy it.
Love, Kallie