This started out as a flash for The Lemonade Stand's Flashfic Friday. I kept thinking about it, and the original flashfic has grown..and grown...and grown. I couldn't get it out of my head, and I am very impatient so I'm posting it unbetaed. Please forgive any mistakes.

Sadly, I own nothing Twilight-related.

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I stumbled into my room, not bothering to turn on the light. "What the fuck..."

There was a girl in my bed.

I wasn't so drunk that I didn't know I'd come home alone. Taking a few steps closer, her long, dark hair and pale skin told me all I needed to know. Shit.

Alice's friend Bella had always had a rather obvious crush on me, and she wasn't shy about letting me know. She was beautiful, but there was no way I was tapping that. It could only cause problems. I thought when I left for college she'd move on, but three years later she was still following me around like a puppy every time I came home. Finding her in my bed at two a.m. was not encouraging. I sighed.

The sheet was pulled up over her shoulders. I shook her gently. "Hey, Bella, wake up. You've got to go back to Alice's room."

No response.

When I had no luck waking her up after several tries, I resorted to an old trick my mom used to use on me when she couldn't get my lazy ass out of bed. I ripped the blankets back, leaving her—

—in a motherfucking skimpy black bra and thong.

Her eyes popped open. A big smile spread across her pouty pink lips. "Hey, Edward. I'm glad you decided to come home for spring break."

Damn. She'd grown up.

She sat up and patted the space beside her with a smile.

I should've tossed her my bathrobe. I should have left and gone downstairs to sleep on the sofa. But my cock liked what it was seeing, and this girl had been teasing me for a fucking long time.

At least now she's legal. I groaned at the thought. Was I even entertaining the idea of doing this?

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Alice and Bella had been best friends almost from the moment they met. Bella had moved to Forks when she was eleven, and my sister was quick to befriend the pretty, shy new girl.

At first Bella had been almost painfully shy around me. She would make an abrupt about-face if she walked into a room and I happened to be in it. The way she blushed—man, I'd never seen anyone turn red from head to toe so fast. I found it kind funny, and a great ego-boost at fourteen. Still, I wasn't really interested in getting to know the mousy eleven-year-old. I had my friends and baseball to keep me busy, and when I wasn't involved with them I was discovering the charms of girls my own age. Bella was just a kid with a silly crush.

Alice knew how Bella felt about me. I think she felt kind of sorry for her, getting so wound up over someone who barely noticed her. In front of me, of course, Alice was protective of her friend. Knowing how flustered Bella got in my presence, Alice would chase me out of the room if they were watching movies or having a snack and I dared to intrude. Of course, being a little teenaged prick, I walked in on them as often as possible just to feel that sense of power as Bella would flush and stammer and look anywhere but at me.

One night in particular stood out in my mind. I'd been out running with my two best friends, Emmett and Jasper, and we came back to the house sweaty and desperately in need of showers. I could hear Alice and Bella in the family room, watching some dopey show on the Disney channel. Knowing that Jasper himself had a bit of a crush on Alice, I waved Emmett and him forward as I pulled my shirt over my head and marched into the family room.

I plopped down on the sectional right next to Bella. She'd been holding a bowl of popcorn, which went flying as she made this little squeaking noise and jumped, flailing her arms. Her eyes were fixed on my chest, wide and shocked. My mother didn't appreciate me parading around the house without a shirt, so I rarely did it, but I just had to be an asshole and get a rise out of Bella. I'm sure it was simply the idea that I was only half-dressed, and not the sight of my scrawny pubescent body, that riled up Bella. But it got a reaction, and that was good enough for me. If only I'd known.

Bella remained somewhat aloof, though not as shy, until she turned fourteen. Something kicked in then; suddenly it became okay to openly ogle me and giggle when I walked into a room, rather than run away. Frankly, I was surprised her little crush hadn't run its course, but by now Bella was a fixture at our house so I was used to the sound of her laughter and her eyes following me as I went about my business. It didn't bother me. I figured Bella would soon find a boyfriend her own age and forget about me. Well...

By the time Bella was fifteen she had gotten rather...brazen in her flirting. When she slept over she'd find a way to flaunt whatever tiny pajamas she was wearing in front of me. "Oh! Hi, Edward! I didn't know you'd be home tonight..." Uh-huh. Sure she didn't.

I don't think she realized what a predicament this created for me. Bella was a beautiful girl. She'd filled out, with small but perfect-looking breasts and a slim body. As far as I knew, she didn't date. I'd never heard Alice mention a boyfriend, even though most girls her age had experimented with kissing and touching at parties or whatever. I really don't think she knew just how, ahem, hard she made things for me. Seeing her in tiny boy-shorts and a tank, batting those big brown eyes and giggling, usually left me trapped behind the kitchen island or whatever waist-high piece of furniture happened to be nearest, pitching a tent and wishing she'd go away and stop being such a cock-tease.

It was a relief when I went off to college in the fall. I forgot about Bella and her crush as I immersed myself in campus life; going to parties, hooking up and, of course, staying on top of my coursework. Much to my consternation, when I went home for Thanksgiving I was greeted at the door by Bella. Jumping into my arms, she rubbed her body up against mine, purring, "How's school going, Edward?"

I did my best to avoid her that weekend and actually left early to go back to school. Mom and dad were disappointed, but the situation with Bella was becoming uncomfortable in more ways than one.

When I went home for Christmas, I brought what I was sure would be to Bella what garlic is to a vampire—a girlfriend. Lauren was from Port Angeles, so we'd have Christmas Eve with my family and then go to hers on Christmas Day. I felt a little evil as I imagined Bella's face falling when she saw Lauren walk in with me. But, hey, if it meant not walking around all week trying to hide a boner, I was fine with being evil. At least if I got a boner with Lauren, she took care of it for me.

Once again I had underestimated Bella. When Lauren and I arrived, Bella looked right through her and ran into my arms, squeezing me and telling me how great it was to see me again. The night before Christmas Eve, Lauren and I were watching a movie in the family room. Mom and Dad had gone to a Christmas party, and Alice and the ever-present Bella were in Alice's room. We watched the movie for all of ten minutes before we were making out, Lauren's hand massaging my cock over my pants while I unbuttoned her shirt to get at her tits.

"Oops!" The light flicked on, and there was Bella, staring at us with a smirk. "This is the family room, Edward," she chided, staring unabashed at my very obvious erection.

I had had just about enough of her teasing and, now, cock-blocking. "What—what are you doing?" I sputtered, pulling the afghan off the back of the sectional and throwing it over my lap.

"Alice snores. I couldn't sleep, so I came down to see what was on the tv."

My frustration was reaching epic levels. "Alice has a tv in her room!" I practically shouted.

Bella smiled innocently. Or not. "I didn't want to wake her."

With that I dragged Lauren up to my room to get some much-needed relief.

Things continued on like that pretty much every time I went home. Instead of finding someone else, Bella was fixated on me and becoming more shameless in her pursuit of me. I wondered what would she would do if my resolve faltered and I gave her what she, and, if I was being honest, I now wanted.

I wasn't sure, but it looked like I was going to find out tonight.

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I sat on the edge of the bed and swallowed hard. "Bella...what are you doing here, huh? You're playing a dangerous game, little girl. You're lucky I'm a good guy and not some asshole who'd take advantage of you. You can't sneak into a guy's bed, wearing"—I waved my hand at her—"that and expect that a guy's not gonna go for it, you know? God, Bella, you're going to college next fall. Promise me you won't do this shit, okay? Don't be a cock-tease."

Bella stopped my drunken rambling by leaning forward, her delicious tits almost spilling out of that little bra, and pressing a finger to my lips. "Edward—I don't want anyone at college, so you don't have to worry about me doing this for anyone else. I want you. It's not being a cock-tease if I intend to follow through, right?"

I closed my eyes in frustration, feeling like I was between a rock and a very, very, almost painfully hard place. I couldn't do this—could I? What if Alice and my parents found out? I'd be the jackass, the bad guy who couldn't keep it in his pants.

"Bella—ˮ

Bella looked hurt. In a small voice, she asked, "Don't you want me, Edward? I've wanted you for...for as long as I've known you. I know I was too young for you then, but I'm eighteen now."

I sighed, plowing my hands through my hair. "Have you ever had a boyfriend, Bella? I know you give great tease, but what kind of experience do you have with guys?"

She smirked. Was this funny to her? I wasn't finding it very funny.

"Worried about corrupting me, Edward? I know all I need to know. I want my experiences to be with you, just you. I think it's good to know what you want, don't you?"

I was becoming more sober by the minute, yet here I was, still contemplating doing this with her. What exactly was this, anyway? Would she be satisfied with making out, a little groping? I was sure she'd never had a guy go down on her, or given a blowjob. Did she want that? Or did she want it all, want me to take her clothes off, use my mouth and fingers to make her come and then fuck her?

Just thinking about it made my balls ache. Fuck. I couldn't be Bella's first. She should give that to someone cared for her, not that I didn't, but...being a girl's first came with responsibilities, unless you were a complete douche. You didn't take a girl's virginity and just act as if nothing had happened the next day.

"If...if we do anything, what are your expectations, Bella? What do you want from me?" There it was. I was really considering this, and Bella knew it.

Her eyes lit up with hope and desire. "I want everything, Edward. I want to kiss you, touch you, be touched by you." She looked me right in the eyes as she continued. "Have sex with you. I want you, in every way."

Trying to appear nonchalant, she continued. "I want tonight. If, after tonight, we want to continue, we will. If not, then..."

I allowed myself to believe that she would be okay with just tonight, if that's all this ended up being. I'd be doing her a favor, really. I would be patient, kind, caring; take my time and make sure she came. I'd give her the best possible experience, when a lot of girls had horrible first times. I'd teach her anything she wanted to know. It was a good deal for her, right?

Right, asshole. And a great one for you.

I couldn't deny that it would, indeed, be a great deal for me. It had been a while since I'd gotten any. There was no question that I wanted Bella—she was gorgeous, sweet and mine for the taking. It thrilled me to think that her firsts would all be with me. I'd never been with a virgin, so that made me a bit nervous, but I was confident enough in my abilities to know that I'd take care of her.

I was so doing this.

"Okay, but I have some terms."

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