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A/N - Hi all, this is my first ever fanfic story, so please be gentle with the reviews. This isn't beta'd so I apologise in advance for any spelling or grammer errors. I hope you all enjoy the story, I have written a few of the other chapters already so I imagine they'll go up pretty quickly after this one. Thanks for taking the time to read my story.
A/N 2 - Okay I've had a little rewrite of chapter one, I wasn't completely happy with a couple of bits so I've changed it a little and added a couple of bits. The basic chapter which was chapter one before this is still in there however. If the people who already have read this end up telling me they preferred it the other way it was I will quite happily change it back. I'm working on chapter 2 at the moment and hoping to have a draft finished by today and a final edit of it done by tomorrow so hopefully be up before Monday. Thank you to everyone who has read this chapter/reviewed/put it on alert.
What the hell was I doing? That was the question I asked myself as we stumbled up the stairs in a drunken haze, shedding clothes, our lips crashing together and our tongues fighting for dominance. I should be stopping myself from doing this, but I couldn't and if I was honest with myself I didn't want to stop now.
The day had been pretty normal up until this point. I'd stopped at my house to stick on some laundry and pick up some clean clothes to take back to the Cullen's house. I practically lived there nowadays, since Charlie had passed away. He has left the house I'd grown up in to me, Bella Swan, his only daughter. It was so quiet here without him however that the Cullen's offered me the option to stay with them whenever I wanted. I stayed with them so regularly I was surprised that they hadn't revoked their offer yet.
I ran back to the Cullen house with my freshly packed bag in tow – I could have driven but I didn't live that far from them and running was healthier. It would be a couple of days before I'd have to return to my own house again. Alice – my best friend – and her elder brother Edward were in the living room lounging on the sofa when I let myself in using my own set of keys.
Edward hadn't long returned from a summer back packing and this was the first time I had seen him for more than five seconds at a time since he'd got back. See stupidly before he'd left I drunkenly blurted out that I had a crush on him, before I puked over him and his $500 Prada shoes – Alice threw a little hissy fit over the shoes I'd ruined. Edward didn't bring up what had happened, but I was embarrassed even though it had been months since then, so I was avoiding him.
Alice came bounding over to me, took my bag, threw it to the bottom of the stairs and dragged me over to where they were sitting; I swear that girl had more energy than a hundred energizer bunnies. They were talking about going out for a drink tonight as Alice had to go back to school tomorrow. She wanted to go out because apparently she hadn't really got to spend any time with Edward because he had been away this summer. I had suspicions that there was an underlying reason she wanted to go out though, but didn't want to tell it to us. Edward tried to say about staying in, stating it was better to spend time together watching a movie rather than trying to shout over the noise of a bar. Alice moaned that she wanted to go out and spend time with her big brother, not stay in like he'd done most nights since he'd got back.
I insisted that they went alone, but somehow four hours later I found myself in a dress and heels Alice had made me wear, after she'd finished using me as her personal Barbie doll, being driven to Port Angeles. We ended up in a bar where a band Alice just happened to know the lead singer of was playing. Of course she said it was a complete accident, but I could tell from the way she was looking at the lead singer this was no accident and was the underlying reason she had wanted to go out tonight with Edward. The reason for me being here was evident now also; she wanted me to be there to talk to Edward so he didn't notice her flirting with the guy, as her brother was fiercely protective of his little sister.
Alice brought the lead singer over during a break, I already knew him as we'd just so happened to end up in a couple of bars over the summer that his band had been playing in also. Again Alice insisted they were all accidents. His name was Jasper and he had seemed nice from the couple of times I had met him. I could already see Alice planning their wedding in her head, and from the way he was looking at her I could see it happening. Soon they left to get Jasper a drink before he went back up on stage. Alice wasn't drinking – she couldn't flirt for shit when drunk so tended to stay sober when she was talking to someone she liked – so as we had our drive sorted and because Alice had practically abandoned Edward and I, we let our hair down.
By the time the bar finally closed we were both a little more than worse for wear, Alice helped me into the car and with Jasper's help got Edward into the car also. As my stuff was already at her parent's house, Alice insisted that I was staying at their house for the night. I tried to protest, but she said what would happen if I was sick in my sleep, I could die alone and be there for days, weeks or months before anyone discovered me and she wasn't having that on her conscience. Drama queen much!
Once back at the house Alice quickly retired to bed, mumbling something about early flights, leaving Edward and I downstairs alone. We continued drinking when perhaps we should have gone to bed, like Alice encouraged us too. We sat on the sofas laughing and more than once Esme came down the stairs and told us to hush. We'd both apologize quickly before giggling like little children once she returned to bed.
Edward and I began to joke about how we wished our respective partners were here, not that I would disrespect Carlisle and Esme by having a guy in their house. Technically though Edward didn't have a partner anymore because he had broken up with his short term girlfriend Jessica Stanley before going travelling, but I knew they'd hooked up a couple of times since he had got back. Mine well wasn't a partner either, just a guy who I'd had a couple of dates with and had sex with once called Mike Newton. We wished they were both here though as we were horny as fuck. This is why I had wanted Alice to take me back to my house actually, as I could have at least been able to call Mike up and have him over.
It was at that point when we both mentioned being horny that touches began to linger maybe a few seconds longer than they should have between us. Edward brushed the hair off my face and rather than just push the hair away, his hand cupped my cheek once he'd removed the hair from there. My arm lounged across the back of the sofa we sat on; I laughed a little too hard at his jokes and absent-mindedly began stroking the nape of his neck. Rather than recoil at my touch he leant into it and let out a little moan.
That was it for me, my horny drunken mind, which I could have just slept off, turning into a state of being highly aroused and I knew I needed to have a mind blowing orgasm before I would be able to sleep tonight. I would wait for Edward to make the first move however or at least give me some indication he was thinking the same as me. In the meantime it didn't hurt for me to start flirting and acting a little bit seductive.
That however didn't happen, just as I was about to start flirting with him, being my usual klutz I spilt an entire glass of red wine over my white dress – Alice's white Dolce and Gabbana dress. She had freaked enough when I had puked over Edward's Prada shoes; I knew she was going to kill me for this. Without thinking I pulled the dress over my head and stumbled into the kitchen where I poured an entire bottle of white wine over the red wine stain, before shoving it into the machine. I prayed that one it would come clean and two that putting it in the machine instead of dry cleaning it wouldn't ruin the dress.
It was then I realized Edward was stood behind me and I was in nothing, but a tiny pair of lace boy shorts that barely covered my ass cheeks, a push up bra, stockings and as Alice would call them killer 'fuck me' heels.
As I turned around to face Edward, his eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets and as I looked down his body I noticed another thing on him bulging. He crossed the kitchen in two strides, picking me up and placing me on the breakfast bar.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed my hands to move into his hair. I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing against the inside of my thigh. His mind had definitely caught up to where my mind had been before the wine fiasco and I decided that was the indication I was waiting for and I crushed my lips into his.
This is how we ended up climbing the stairs to his room, stumbling in a drunken horny state and me not wanting to stop it. My warm center was aching for him, there was no way I'd stop it now. We made so much noise coming up the stairs I was surprised Esme hadn't come out of her room to chastise us again.
Edward bashed against the wall as he took his trousers down, causing us to trip and lay flat on the stairs as he pulled them off the rest of the way. Before we continued to make our way up he grabbed my shoes and threw them down the stairs – I was actually a little pissed at that, they were the only heels I could walk in easily and I didn't want them broken. At the top of the stairs he threw his top off and then pushed me up against the wall, my hands over the tops of my head.
Edward trailed the hand that wasn't holding mine above my head down my body. "Your tits are fucking amazing." He ripped one of the cups exposing my breast to him and placed his mouth on the nipple and began sucking and nibbling.
"OH GOD!" Edward moved his lips from my nipple and I moaned at the loss.
We moved from the wall knocking over a vase that was on the table at the top of the stairs, spilling water and flowers everywhere. By the time we reached his room a small trail of destruction had been left behind us, including Edward's boxers and my now ruined bra. The only thing I had left on me was my lace boy shorts.
We stopped before entering his room and he pushed me up against the door. Running his hands back over my nipples and down to my dripping wet center. "Oh god! I can feel you through these little pants. You're so wet and ready for me already. I can't wait to plunge my rock hard cock into your warm wet pussy."
He put his hands under the elastic of the waist band and guided them down my legs and off my feet, he then proceeded to throw them over his shoulder, I had no idea where they landed and in all honesty I didn't care, I just wanted his lips back on mine and to feel his fingers inside me.
I found the handle to the door and opened it causing us to fall back into his room; he pushed me back onto the bed and kicked the door closed with his foot as he began to advance towards me. Our breathing was rapidly out of control. The back of my knees hit his bed and I moved myself so I was laying on it. He climbed up on top of me, pure lust in his eyes.
Edward crushed his lips onto mine and I let out a gasp and I felt his full size pressed against my leg. He was incredibly well endowed, eight inches at least and very thick, how the fuck was that going to fit into me.
Edward ripped open a condom and placed it on his cock and then he pushed into my entrance with one swift thrust. I'll admit I was left gasping for breath a little, one because I was unfamiliar with his length and girth, but two because there had been no foreplay or anything. I knew outside the door he said he couldn't wait to be inside me, but I hadn't expected him to do it with no foreplay at all.
Once I allowed myself to relax I started to enjoy myself. He moaned my name as he moved on top of me, quick thrusts mixed in with him grinding his hips in circular movements. I met his thrusts and we fell into a prefect rhythm. I was getting ready to crash over the edge of the orgasm which threatened to engulf me, but I needed a little more friction. I started to search for it as I ground my hips against him, I would have used my fingers to bring myself to the edge normally, but Edward had pinned them above my head again with one of his own.
"Bella….fuck….not…..going….last….in….this….tight…..little….cunt!" Edward groaned into my ear.
"Please just a little bit longer. Oh god, please!"
The minute I spoke he groaned out my name and released his seed. I begged him to continue going for just a little longer to bring me to the orgasm I so desperately wanted. Hell I didn't care how he did it as long as he did. Fingers, tongue, I would have even considered using toes if he had suggested it – yes I do realize that is a little messed up – I just really needed to get off. Our sexual experience hadn't exactly been mind-blowing for me.
Edward however, deciding he was already done, pulled out of me, disposed of the used condom by the side of his bed and turned over. "Shh, sleep time now."
I stood up and walked over to the bar in the corner of his room, grabbed a shot glass and a bottle of Jägermeister. I turned back to Edward who was laid spent on his bed, but I could see that he still hadn't completely fallen asleep.
Now I wasn't proud of what I said next, but I was pissed, both as a result of the alcohol and the state Edward left me in. I couldn't care how I made him feel with my words, so I kicked the end of the bed hoping to get his attention and stole a line from my favorite play. "Wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?"
He mumbled something unintelligible, before finally surrendering to sleep completely. I knew I was going to get nowhere with him now, so I carried the bottle of drink into his bathroom, not before I called him a fucking dick however. I knew if I wanted any satisfaction tonight and any hope of sleeping, instead of tossing and turning from the frustration I was feeling I was going to have to do it myself. Thank god all the showers in the house had a pulse setting, which was definitely going to help me out.