The contest entry
Bella loves to write fan fiction, but when she decides to enter a contest that requires a lemon what is she supposed to do. How can you right about something that you have never experienced. O/s with a possible continuation if it is enjoyed
A/N ok here is my next attempt at writing fan fic. This one is a lot more taim than my first but it is a lemon. Let me know what you think, and if you think it should be continued.
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God I love fan fiction. Sometimes reading fan fiction is about the only thing I can do to escape my fucked up life.
I mean really I feel like a country song some days. My mom bailed on me when I was 2 and my dad is practically married to his job. To top things off I'm an only child, in other words I have nobody. Add that to the fact that I come from forks Washington, a super small town where all it ever does is rain. I have never fit in anywhere.
I'm a naturally shy, introverted person. I don't talk to people unless they talk to me first and then it's only a brief interaction. Even in high school it was always just me and my books.
The only time I can really let myself out is when I write my fan fiction. I guess it's because it's the closest I'll probably ever come to my real dream of becoming a published author. When I am writing fan fiction I can be anybody, go anywhere, and do anything. It is the one time my own insecurities do not hold me back.
In real life I am Isabella Swan 18 year old college freshman, 5'5" 120lbs. I have boring brown hair and eye, and a clear, albeit very pale complexion. In other words I am completely and totally average. But I'm not restricted to any of the stereotypes of my station when I write. It truly is wonderful.
All this brought me to my current dilemma.
One of my favorite fan fiction authors was holding a contest. I loved entering contest. It was a great way to see roughly how I measured up against other, more talented authors. Even though I rarely even placed in such events, it still was a lot of fun.
But this time was a little different. I couldn't quite put my finger on why but this contest made me feel different. For the first time ever I wanted to win. Not just to enter, not even to simply place, I wanted to be the best. I don't really even understand why.
So here I am, setting in my favorite little cafe. Drinking my granda hot double shot mocha cappuccino with an extra shot of chocolate, heave foam of course. I am addicted to this drink I know. I'm starring at the little blinking cursor at the top of my stark white page that is currently on my computer. In fact I have been starring at this same blank page for the better part of two hours.
I'm lucky I really don't have anything important I need to do today, because I refuse to leave until I have at least one good idea to at start with. Right now I have got nothing.
I do what I always do when I'm trying to write and getting frustrated. I type a bunch of random letters and stare angrily at the unintelligible thing now setting on my no long blank screen.
Kjfad;sdfhd;kahiedhsihfaiu
What the hell am I supposed to do with that? I highlight the whole thing a delete it, select the bulletin option and once again start jotting down random ideas for a story. After another five minutes or so I look at the list. Once again I have nothing.
I put my hand up to my head and grown. One good idea, it that really too much to ask, just one. I hear a voice snicker behind me and freeze. Did I just say that out loud? I do sometimes talk to myself but I try really hard not to do it when others are around.
After a second I look around. Nobody is looks at, nobody notices me at all. That's just the way I like it. But I can't help but feel like there are eyes on me somewhere. I look around again but this time I look behind me, to the only other table between me and the hall leading to the bathrooms and sure enough there is a guy looking at me. He has this cute little crooked grin on his face as he ignores the books and paper scattered on the table in front of him.
I can't help but notice how hot he is. I really don't like using boring mundane works like hot, fine and sexy but those are exactly what this guy is. From the looks of it he's at least over six feet tall, built but not bulky, like he takes care of himself but doesn't live at the gym. I swear his face must secretly be chiseled from some kind of stone; everything about it is perfectly sharp and defined. Then I notice his odd copper colored hair. I have never seen hair that color before, like it can't quite make up its mind whether it wants to be brown, red, or blond so it picked all three.
Finally after I have spent way too much time checking this guy out, I look into his startling green eyes. They remind me of the ferns in the woods right after a rain shower. Deep rich green with gold flex, mimicking the patches of sunlight glistening off the still wet plants, and they seem to shimmer like glass as he watches me watch him.
Embarrassingly I let out a small squeak and turn around as quick as I can. I know it's no use, I'm totally busted. But maybe, just maybe, my dismissal will keep him from trying to talk to me, or worse calling be out on my starring.
But of course I am not that lucky. I hear the rustling of papers behind me then I can feel the heat from his body standing right beside me.
"Having some trouble with something?" he asks. It startles me that he actually sounds like he's concerned for me.
"Nnn-no" I stammer. I really shouldn't have opened my mouth. I just can't talk to people face to face.
"What are you working on exactly?" and before I can even replay he takes a seat in the other chair sitting across from my small table. I try not to be worried about a stranger being this close but I can't help it.
I debate with myself a minute whither or not to answer his question. But just as I decided I was just going to ignore him and hope he goes away, I make the mistake of glancing up. He's starring am me with such intensity that I don't even realize I'm answering.
"I'm trying to find something to write about for a contest on my favorite fan fiction sites" I blurt out, then blush a deep red. Why am I even talking to this guy? I shake my head at myself a little. He's just being friendly calm down, everything's ok.
"Oh what's the contest about" he inquires smiling.
"It's for that vampire series that came out a while ago. It can really be about anything it just has to star the main characters" I once again answer honestly.
"Well what have you got so far" he continues to stare at me with that intense green gaze.
"Nothing. I guess that's the problem. I can't think of one single good idea." I say
"Well why don't I just write about something from your life?" he asks
I shake my head furiously. "There is absolutely nothing in my life that I could use to make a story. My past is a train wreck, my present is about as interesting as this coffee cup, and my future" I can't help the scoff that escapes my thought. "Just no"
For the first time his eyes turn sad. It's like he can hear everything I'm not saying. I don't like it. I'm good at hiding, I have always been a closed book and that's the way I want it. Yet this man is looking at me like he can read my every thought.
"So that's my problem" I finish lamely
"Well" he starts to say slowly, like he's pondering the best way to reply to that "Well, what if we give you something to write about?"
Again I shake my head "no see the contest is for erotica. Do you know what that is?" I ask him shyly. I can feel the blush returning to my face just thinking about having a conversation like this with a stranger.
He smiles kindly and gives a node that he knows what erotica is.
His eyes are back to their intense starring. I can tell he's again debating with himself, and for some reason it has me almost afraid. This man, this stranger, has an unnatural sway on me for some reason and I do not like it one little bit.
"Well" he starts again. "We can still give you something to write about. I would be happy to help in any way"
It takes me a minute to register what exactly he meant, and then I gasp.
In all my life I have never had anyone so openly proposition on. Yet he doesn't seem contrite or ashamed in the least. In fact he looks completely sincere.
This should piss me off, I know it should, but it doesn't. In fact for the first time in my life I feel butterflies deep in my belly. I also feel something darker more forbidden lower.
"We wouldn't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. But from the looks of it you really don't have much to go on currently. In fact just the change of scenery and atmosphere may help clear that writers block."
He stands up and offers me his hand "Come on I have an apartment just at the other end of the block. We can hang out talk or whatever."
Somehow I know my next decision is bigger than just hanging out with some guy at his house. I can't really explain it but there is something, something big.
"Can I at least get a name first?" I finally ask with a small smile.
The returning smile that lights up his face is radiant "my name is Edward. Edward Cullen and you are?"
He holds out his hand as to shake mine
"Bella Swan" I mutter. Taking his hand in mine, and much to my shock and if I were being honest delight, he does not shake my hand but rather brings it up to his lips and places a light kiss.
"It is a true pleasure to make your acquaintance, Miss Bella. So shall we?" he holds out his elbow
I don't even stop to think. For the first time in my life I just do. I stand up put my computer away, throw the bag over my head, and take his arm. "Lead the way good Sir" I say with a giggle.
We only walk a few building down the road before Edward stops and turns in. These are really high price brownstones, were entering, and I can't help but wonder exactly how old Edward is to be able to afford this.
"My apartment was a graduation present from my parents when I decided to move away for school." Once again it's like he's reading my thoughts
We walk of the flight of stairs to the second floor and Edward stops at the second apartment and unlocks the door.
He opens the door and we both walk in, and I'll admit I was completely surprised. I was expecting a typical bachelor pad, but that was not Edwards place at all. Everything was very modern and just beautiful.
As I take a step around him to get a better look at the apartment I can feel him standing very close to my back. In fact I can actually feel his light breaths in my ear and it sends a delightful shiver down my spine.
"Would you like a drink" he says in the single most sexual voice I have ever heard
"Please" I can't help but squeak
"Water, soda, or beer?" How can this guy make something like drink choices sound like a porno?
"Just water thank you" I try to get ahold of myself. I am never this out of control of my own body.
After Edward gets us both a bottle of water we sit down on the couch. I couldn't help but notice Edward sets a lot closer then was necessary but still far enough away to keep me from freaking out. I was wary though when he pulled my feet in his lap, taking off my sandals and started rubbing my feet. I don't even bother protesting, it feels too good.
But once again he knows something is own my mind "Is this ok sweet girl? I sorry I didn't ask first."
"No" I reply quickly before he stops "it just. Oh god, this is going to sound truly pathetic"
He doesn't say anything just gives me a minute
"It's just no one has ever touched me before, other than the quick hug from my father and the occasional handshake. Mean being an 18 year old virgin is bad enough but I have never even had my feet rubbed by a guy before"
To my relief he continues to rub my feet as he thinks about what I just said.
"Maybe that your big problem with your writers block, how can you write about that which you have no experience of." He finally says "How can you describe the almost relief of a sweet chassed kiss of a lover you have not been with in far too long. How can you describe the hot wet beautiful torture of running your tongue over another's as you embrace each other passionately?"
He looks directly into my eyes as he continues to speak "How does one describe the feeling of a man's strong sure hands massaging, rolling and pinching the darkened, hardened, pebbled nipples if they have never experienced in themselves. Or the hard solid feeling of a man's chest as she drags her nails down to the button of his jeans."
By this time my breathing as picked up noticeably, I was practically panting. I look down to realize he was rubbing further up my legs, my feet still in his lap. It is then that I realize that I am not the only one affected by his words. And for some reason this pleased me greatly.
"How can you describe the singular taste that can only be granted by bring a woman to her climax, tongue buried deep inside of a hot wet center, as to not waist one drop. In what way would you know how to describe the truly amazing feeling of a beautiful woman's full submission as she looks up at him from her knees as she pleasures her man's hard aching cock with her mouth? You know that a woman is never in greater control in a relationship than when she is on her knees.
He stops for a moment, as if to steal himself, for whatever it is that he is about so say next.
"Let me show you all these things and more Bella. Let me show you the physical beauty of the pictures you so desire to paint with your words."
"Yes" I whisper finally.
He lowers my legs and stands up holding out his hand. This time I don't hesitate to put my hand in his.
I am surprised however when we takes me to stand in the middle of the room and just stands in front of me.
"I'm going to show you wonders you have never imagined but remember you can stop this at any time ok" he says quietly.
I just node
"God you have the most amazing lips I have ever seen I bet the taste delicious. Sweet and soft and savory"
With that I bent over and for the first time in my life I feel another's lips on mine. Without thinking about it too much I give over to instincts my lips moving tasting, savoring the flavor that is perfectly Edward. It is everything a first kiss should be and I knew right then I am not making a mistake.
"So fucking delicious, just like I thought" Edward whispers in my ear running his hands up and down my sides. He continues to kiss down my neck to the collar of my shirt then across the front, back up the other side only to claim my lips again.
"Please" I whimpered. Not even sure what it was exactly I was begging him for.
"Patience sweet girl, I'm going to make you feel more than you have ever felt in your life. I know exactly what you want, in fact I can already feel the heat coming off that tight little pussy of yours." He snarled sending chills down to my bones again.
I couldn't believe he actually just that to me, no one has ever spoken like that to be before. My mind says I should be completely insulted, but instead I can feel a tightening in my center. I have never really been turned on before and this new sensation is much more intense than I expected.
He starts to move back down my throat, paying close attention to just behind my ear, and my collar bone. This time however he doesn't stop when he reaches my shirts neck line. Instead he moves one hand to the top and pulls it all the way down to the top of my dimme-cup bra and continues to kiss the newly exposed skin.
"You ready for more beautiful?" he asks, his hot breath blowing across my now wet flesh.
"Yes" I whisper, but it sounds so loud in my ears.
His hands move down to the bottom of my shirt and giving me time to protest should I desire, he raises it up over my head, and drops it by our feet.
I am relieved that this morning I chose to wear my favorite match black lace bra and panty set that my best friend Rose bought me for Christmas last year. She always says that even if no one is going to see what I've got under my clothes, I will still know and there is nothing wrong with being sexy for me. I have to remember to get rose something great for her birthday. I think this in my head but when I hear him chuckle softly I now I must have said it out lout.
I then realize Edward is just standing there staring at me. I can't help the self-contuse feeling that comes over me and I began to raise my hands to cover myself.
"No" he says grabbing my wrists and lowering them down to my side. "You are so fucking beautiful. Just let me look for a minute."
He moves his lips back to mine and starts kissing me again. His hands move to my lace covered breast and he cups both in his hands. He moves back just to watch himself touch me. I can feel the heat from his gaze as one finger dips into the cup and brushes my nipple.
I cannot stop the gasp that escapes me. He looks up, deep into my eyes as he does it again. This time though he flicks the now hard bud back and forth several times. My mouth pops open but nothing comes out.
"Do you like this beautiful? Do you like the feel of my fingers on you sweet little nipple? I want to taste it, to see if it's as sweet as you kiss. May I?" the whole time he is talking he continues to look into my eyes.
I cannot verbally answer so I simply nod my head.
He kisses my shoulder then moves down my chest. He kisses along the edge of my bra before slowly pulling it down to expose my tight pebbled nipples.
"So fucking beautiful" I hear him mumble against my chest.
Without warning he takes the nipple into his mouth a sucks on it, hard. I let of a shriek and throw my head back. He doesn't stop or even slow down, I can feel his tongue making tight quick flicks. His other hand pulls down the other cup and starts playing with that nipple pinching, tugging and rolling it between his fingers. Then he switches his mouth and hand.
I can't help the surprise, in the back of my mind. He is harsh and demanding on my flesh but at the same time so careful and loving?
I feel something strange happening to my body. It feels like everything inside me is tightening up, like I'm being pushed and pulled at once. But it is when I feel him bit down on one nipple right as he gives a practically hard pinch to the other and I feel myself shatter. I don't think as I grab the back of Edwards head and push him against me hard.
"Oh my god. Edward" I cry out.
I have never had an orgasm before but somehow I still know that, that is exactly what I am experiencing. Edward's eyes are once again on mine as his long thin fingers continue to play me like a finely tuned musical instrument.
"I think watching you come very well may be the most amazing thing I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing in my life" he sounds almost reverent.
I know he must have been with several others before me, given the way he so easily coxed my first orgasm out of me, yet there is almost aw in his voice. It's like a young child seeing snow for the first time or watching the sun rise over the ocean. It makes me feel…amazing.
Both of his hands move to my back and pull me flush against him. He once again attacks my mouth, this time running his hands up and down my spine. I feel him release the claps of my bra and I let it slip down to the floor. I am not completely topless in from of this man but I don't feel any hesitation.
"Please" I can't believe I am begging. "Please let me feel your skin on mine"
I reach for his shirt and he helps me to remove it and drop it next to mine.
This man before me cannot possible be real, there is just no way. People do not look like this outside of paintings and sculptures done by visionaries of the arts, long since passed. He is truly perfect.
For the first time in my life I run my hands over a man's chest, feeling the muscles and plates. His hands sit on my hips just letting me explore his body at my leisure. I don't stop to think as I run my nails down his chest stopping just at his jeans.
I hear a hard grunt and he pulls my lower half closer to him. I can feel him hard and needy against my stomach.
"Fuck beautiful, you can't do that if you want me to keep my wits about me. It feels too good to think straight." He moans as I rack my nails up his back. He continues to grind his dick into me needy.
One of his hands moves to cup my hot soaked center over my denim jeans.
"Fuck baby your so wet I can feel the heat coming of that amazing little pussy of yours." He takes a step back and holds out his hand "let's go to my bedroom and get me comfortable shall we?"
I take his hand and motion for him to lead the way.
He walks me, both of us still topless, to a door at the end of the hallway. He opens it and pulls me inside, moving me to set on his high bed. It is so tall in fact that he is now lined up perfectly with my center. He wastes no time pulling me to the edge and grinding on me, and he starts to devour my mouth.
"I want to taste you Bella. Will you allow me to explore the most hidden parts of your body sweet heart?" he asks around my mouth, his lips never fully leaving mine.
Once again I do not answer verbally but simply lay back onto his bed, propping myself up on my elbows and wait to see what it is he will do next.
He slowly trails hot wet kisses down my body, dipping his tongue into my belly button. He moves from one hip to the other kissing along the very edge of my shorts. Finally he reaches up and pops the button of my shorts. He pulls them down my legs so very slowly, dropping them to the floor. ontinue
Once again he is looking at me like I am the most beautiful thing he has ever seen.
He takes one of my feet in his hands and brings it up to his mouth kissing the instep ever so lightly. He very slow and methodical as he works his way up my like moving from ankle to calf to the back of my knee and up my thigh, right to the edge of my now ruined panties. Just when I think he's going to kiss me where I burn for him most he simple moves to the other foot and starts all over again.
I can't stop the groin of frustration that escapes my mouth. I can actually feel him smirking against my calf. "Patience love, just feel."
This time though, when he gets to the edge of my panties he buries his nose right against my core and breaths in deep.
"You smell delicious baby, I can't wait to drink you dry" he growls as he moves his mouth where I burn for him and sucks.
He is not slow this time as he practically rips my panties from my body. I yelped at the quick invasion of cold air on my overheated skin.
"I'm going to make you cum harder than you ever imaged was possible baby, just wait" his words send a breeze of cold air that makes me shiver and moan.
Without any warning I feel his tongue lick the full length of my slit. "Edward" I scream "Fuck, oh fuck. Oh my god."
"Such sensitive skin, such a good reaction. God you taste so good, I could live off you juices." With that he devours me.
It's like nothing I've ever felt in my life. It doesn't take but a few minutes for me to start to feel the tightening deep in my body. I feel like a coil that has been wound to tight and is seconds away from springing free.
Then he shoves two fingers into me and curls them, at the same time sucking my clit into his mouth hard. I scream out his name as I cum again hard.
"I want you so bad, but if you want me stop though I will, you just have to tell me now." I can hear the strain in his voice. There is no way in the world I would be able to stop now. I am so close to something I just don't know what
"Please, don't stop. I want to feel you inside me."
He doesn't need me to tell him twice. Immediately he stands up and drops his pants and boxers. He's HUGE, like seriously how is all of that supposed to fit.
"Holy fuck." I whisper. I can see the cocky smile that appears on his face. Wither it's from my words or the look of aww that I know is on my face, I don't really know.
"Relax. That pretty little pussy is going to feel so tight around my aching cock. I can't wait to fuck you." He growls.
He climes over top of me and hovers there. He doesn't move just looks down into, right into my eyes.
"I'm sorry but this will hurt a little. I wish there was something I could do to keep you from feeling pain but I'll try to be as easy as possible." I'm a little surprised at just how cherished I feel right now. This stranger in one hour has made me feel more important than any other person I have ever met.
I can feel the tears in my eyes as I lift my hand to his face. "Thank you" is all that comes out.
He's slow and gentle as he lowers himself into me. I can feel myself stretching around him but for some reason I stay relaxed, somehow I know that helps. That is until he hits my barrier. He takes a deep breath and pushes the rest of the way in.
"Fuck" I can't keep the word from coming out
"Shhh it will be ok, just relax. Fuck you're so fucking tight. I have no idea how I'm going to last long. Oh fuck." I don't really know if he's talking to me or himself by the end.
After a few seconds the pains eases and I really want him to move. I start to gyrate my hips to give him the message.
"You ready baby?" he asks so sweetly.
"Please move." I beg.
He slowly pulls almost all the way out and shoves all the way back in. It's like nothing I've ever experienced before. I feel so full and just complete. For the first time in my life I truly feel whole and that thought terrifies me.
He's next words make me wonder if he can somehow read my mind.
"Fuck I have never felt this close to another human being before" he is almost
He starts to move faster, pushing deep inside me. He pulls my legs further up his waist.
"You feel so fucking good Bella. God I'm so close baby." His voice is strained.
I feel his hand move down my body to my clit, and he starts to rub in tight quick circles
It wasn't like the other times I had an orgasm this one didn't build up, it just exploded. I can feel myself clinching around him as I release.
My release must have triggered his own.
"Fuck" we rawred. He thrusts a few more times than stills. He collapsed right on top of me, but quickly rolled over onto his side, still looking at me.
"Oh hell, you are so fucking amazing Bella." His words are breathless. "Will you stay a little while, maybe take a nap with me? I mean I know you need to work on your story but." He trails off. I don't think I have ever heard him sound so unsure and nervous. I can tell he is really worried ill so no or something.
"I would love to stay" I reply with a smile.
I turn over and cuddle my buck up to his chest. When he raps his arms around me he pulls me even closer. I just sigh. This is perfect
I'm almost asleep when I think I hear him talking to himself.
"When she wakes up I'll tell her."
I don't know for sure if it was a dream or not but before I can think about it too much I drift off to a deeper sleep.