A/N: Hello peeps. So it's time for another little short story-like ficlet from me. It's going to be short and sweet with chapters of about 2000 words (some shorter, some longer). It's going to update every Friday (yes, you read it right, I'm actually promising an update schedule!).

Just to warn you (if you need it) this is basically PWMP (porn with minor plot) so if you don't like, don't read. To the rest of you; I hope you enjoy! :)

As always SM owns everything, blah blah...


Edward: Shit, shit, shit. Is that Bella Swan?

BPOV:

We had been thrown together by coincidence. We were both from Forks but despite the size of the town we had never been friends. Hell, we didn't even hang out with the same people. Obviously I knew of him, I mean who didn't. He was the golden boy of Forks High; his family was rich, he had good grades, he played football and dated cheerleaders. Yeah, one of those guys who was really good at high school. I on the other hand sucked at high school. I had friends sure, but was more on the geeky side. No cool clubs or sports for me. But my hard work landed me a scholarship at an Ivy League college. So imagine my surprise on the first day of classes when I saw him sitting there in the lecture hall. All bright eyes and ready to begin. The look on his face when he saw me made my mouth go dry. He seemed so happy to see me and he readily offered me a place next to him. I sat down in the offered seat in stunned silence.

By some freakish chance it seemed that Edward and I were the only people from Forks at this college. And to top that we were taking some of the same classes. The odds of that happening – yeah, don't even try to calculate it. Somehow he took a liking to me so we started hanging out. And soon became good friends.

I honestly didn't mind the friendzone I was put in. It actually suited me just fine. I was no near confident enough to end up one of his conquests. And the more I got to know him I learned that he was actually a genuine good guy. A fact that was well-hidden behind his good looks and casual approach to women and money. Sure, sometimes even I was dazzled by his how gorgeous he was. Without even trying he was a wet dream come true. But in my mind he was deeply rooted in the friendzone.

Somehow he seemed out of my league. Not that I wasn't good looking. When I put an effort into it I could be alluring and I normally had no troubles getting the guy I wanted. I did my fair share of dating and fooling around. One of the reasons I chose this college was to get far away from the Bella I had been. I desperately wanted to be reinvented. I decided to hold off on boyfriend-thing. I had had a couple at Forks High but I just really wanted the full college experience, with all that that entailed. But Edward took the college experience to a whole new level. In my opinion he was as close to being a slut a guy could be. He had a knack for picking up girls and he certainly took advantage of that fact. When I thought why he had landed so easily in the friendzone I somehow knew it came down to that and the money. My family had never had much money so I was uncomfortable around money blatantly flaunted in my face.

The day it all started was a sunny day in march on our second semester of college. I was lounging on his sofa with a beer in front of me and a joint passing between us. He lived in a flat off campus (ah, the perks of rich parents) where I lived in student housing with four(!) fucking roommates so needless to say I would spend as much time as possible at his place.

I was comfortable stoned and could feel a slight buzz from the beer. And maybe it was that combo that made me say the words that started this mess.

"You know, I wish I was better at the sex-thing…" Even though I had said the words I was just high enough not to give a fuck. So no blushing and no nerves. Which, was kinda nice for a change. Even though I continued to look at the joint I could feel Edward's eyes on me.

"Did you just admit to being bad in the sack, Bella..?" He said with that smirk in place. You know, the one that could melt your panties right off of you and make your ovaries explode.

I rolled my eyes at him. "No you dork. I didn't say that. You know, I'm not half-bad if I say so." I shot him a pointed glare that made his smirk turn into a full grin. "I just mean that I wish I was more knowledgeable. That I knew more about what turns me on. What turns a guy on…" I took a big hit of the joint and used the smoke as a way to stop myself from continuing. Why did drugs always made me word-vomit?

Edward raised his right eyebrow and gestured to get the joint. As I passed it to him he said "Okay. So ask me, you know I'm kind of a sex-guru…" He smiled with his eyes and before he took a hit of the joint he said "What do you want to know?".

I exhaled the smoke I had kept in my lungs and without thinking too much I asked him "Okay. So what is it with fingering? Do girls really enjoy it or is it something guys think girls enjoy?"

He stopped exhaling the smoke and stared at me for a while. "Are you kidding me, Bella? How can that be your first question?" The way he looked at me made me want to squirm.

"What? I've just been wondering. I mean the guys seem to like to do it and I let them. But it just doesn't do anything for me. But when I hear other girls talk about it they're always gushing. So I'm curious. Is it me or are they lying?"

He leaned back in the chair and smiled. "Have you ever wondered if it's the guys you were with? Maybe they didn't know what they were doing. I've certainly never had any complaints…" The last sentence was said in a different voice. Low and seductive. And it went straight to my pussy. I cursed myself for being high while having this conversation.

I tried not to roll my eyes too much at him. I was afraid that if I kept up the eyerolling at this level they would get stuck up there. Yeah, not attractive. So instead I said "They can't all not know what they are doing…"

He smiled. "Bella. I don't know how many guys you've been with. But guys our age? Most still don't know what they are doing…"

I huffed and couldn't help but pout. "Yeah well. I'm still not sure I believe all the hype about it." After this the room was quiet for a while. Not awkwardly though. He passed the joint back to me and as I took another hit I had what seemed to be a fantastic idea at the time. "If you are such a guru, why don't you show me then?" I said and smiled at him.

He leaned forward in the chair and put his arms on his legs. "Bella. Do you really think that is such a good idea?" He didn't really look too put off so I just nod eagerly.

"Come on Edward, we're both reasonably attractive people. Why shouldn't we? And it's not like I'm asking you to fuck me, just show me that fingering can make me feel good." I was smiling now. I couldn't believe how good this idea was.

He did the raised-right-eyebrow-thing again and smirked at me. It made me squirm in my seat. "I don't know Bella. I don't want thing to get awkward between us."

Okay, I didn't even try to stop the eyerolling that time. "Jesus Edward. I'm not asking you to marry me." I got up from the sofa and stalked towards him. I put my hands on the armrests of his chair, trapping him in my arms. My face was mere inches away from his and I was looking him in his eyes as I said "I'm asking you to make me cum Edward." And then I licked my lips suggestively.

I could see it working. He swallowed audibly and mirrored the lip-licking. It made my mouth water. I could taste his breath as it washed over my face. I took thrill in realizing that he was breathing faster. Yeah, I knew how to use what I had to get what I wanted. I could see the wheels begin to turn in his head so before he could overthink it I went for the kill. I closed the gap between us and kissed him. Hungrily and seductively. I buried my fingers in his hair and straddled him. I ground myself shamelessly against his lap where I could feel his dick starting to fill out. I could still feel him hesitating though. His hands were hovering over me like he still wasn't convinced this was a great idea. I decided not to give a fuck. I had come this far now so I might as well play it out. So I sucked his lower lip into my mouth and took advantage of the surprised gasp that followed to push my tongue into his mouth. That did the trick. He surrendered to me and as he tried to take control of the kiss with his tongue, strong hands was on my waist pushing me into his now full erection.

I was fully taking advantage of the position, grinding myself shamelessly against him, enjoying the feel of his boner against my pussy. I was horny and so wet and decided to worry later about the kissing-my-friend-thing. I let go of his mouth and began to suck on his jaw instead. "Fuck Bella. You have to slow down if you want me to do you." Edward was deliciously out of breath and I could hear the tremor in his voice as well as his smile. The fact that I affected him so turned me on even more.

"So get to it. Do me…" I said and captured his lips with mine again. My hands were wandering now, sliding along his neck, down his shoulders to his biceps. God they felt good to touch. I tried not to whimper as his hand cupped my sex and he did some kind of swirling movements with the palm of his hand that almost had me coming at the spot.

"Shit. The sounds you make Bella… And my fingers aren't even in your pussy yet…" He said while biting my earlope gently. Everything he was doing to me was too gentle. But before I could tell him to rough it up he was opening my jeans and his hand was right where I wanted it to be. He worked my clit a bit and the feeling of his fingers were so good I almost collapsed against his shoulders. I thanked god it was the boyfriend jeans I put on this morning and not my skintight jeans. There was plenty of room for his hand to work me even if I was straddling him. He captured my lips again and then plunged two fingers into me. I wished I could say that that made me see stars but instead it just seemed to sober me up. He could sense the change in me and stilled his fingers.

"Did I hurt you?" was what he asked me. Shit. I was so tired of being asked that. I shook my head and fought the urge to cry. If Edward, who was so convinced he could get me off, wasn't able to do it, maybe it was me who was defective somehow.

"Bella, don't overthink it. Please, I can see your brain working too fast in there. Just feel." He said and held my gaze as he began to work his fingers in me. His eyes on me felt erotic. Being looked at that way was sensual and new, nobody had ever looked me in the eyes while getting me off. Normally they were too busy looking at my tits. But we were both fully clothed. Only my jeans were opened. He hadn't even touched my boobs. I was trying to go with it and let my mind go. But I struggled. That was until he curved his fingers just so and I felt a wave of heat rush through me and a feeling so intense I had to fight to keep my eyes open.

"Yeah, there it is…" he said and smiled that half-smile. He continued to work me with his fingers and I could feel myself climbing towards the orgasm. The coiling kept tightening and tightening until it almost became unbearable. And then I came. Hard. Grinding against his fingers. Collapsing against his shoulder. Nails buried in his biceps in a tight grip. A low keening noise escaping me. I had never come like that before.

Still out of breath I found myself chuckling over the intensity of the release. I sat back on his thighs and smiled at him. The expression on his face was precious. "Holy shit. You've made a believer out of me." I said and pushed some hair stuck to my sweaty forehead away. "And you can take your hand out of my pants now…"


A/N: Aaaaaaand end scene. So Bella gets her first taste of Edward's finger-magic… I am not jealous AT ALL! So… Reviews are better than Edward's finger-magic (yeah, not really…).