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Edward's P.O.V.
That had to be the single most embarrassing half hour of my entire life. I can't believe that I had thought, much less actually went, to a session of sex therapy. It was even worse because of who the therapist had turned out to be. It was just my luck that I would end up with the hottest fucking women ever, who was probably around my age.
And I just told her about how I was a 23-year-old virgin. Wonderful.
I knocked on my brother's apartment door. He had pretty much forced me into going with him to go, and I quote, ' pick us up some hotties '. I was about to knock again when the door was wrenched open and I was brought face-to-face with Emmett, my brother. He was pretty much a big bear if anything. He was always at the gym and it showed, but once you got to know him he wasn't intimidating, just protective of those he loved.
"Hey, Eddie." His smile turned malicious. Okay, so he can be very intimidating sometimes.
"He-hey.. Emmett." I was taken aback by his expression. He knew something. Fuck.
"How was your day?" He asked coolly.
"It was fine." I said quietly. He raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Just fine? Really?" He questioned, leaning back against the frame of the door.
"Pretty boring day, I guess. " I said. If boring days included a sex therapist and an instant boner.
"Well, I got some pretty interesting news today. Or rather, I heard some interesting news while I was dropping off those C.D.s I borrowed from you at your apartment." I gulped.
"Apparently someone called reminding you of your next appointment....." He trailed off.
Fucking hell.
"What appointment?" I tried to keep up an innocent facade while Emmett erupted in howling laughter and doubled over.
"For your sex therapy!" He yelled, still laughing. Fuck, fuck, fuck! How was I ever going to live this one down? He still doesn't stop making fun of my virginal status. And that shit's been going on since we were in high school.
"Dude! I just can't believe you would actually go to one of those places!" He said once he calmed down. I'm sure my face looked somewhere between a tomato and one of the scarlet pillows on the couch.
"I am not having this conversation with you!" I yelled. He just shook his head and laughed.
"Of course, Eddie. Right now, we're going to go and find some girls at a club and hopefully, you won't come back a virgin!"
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"Did you see that hot blonde?" Emmett looked like a little kid in a candy store. Replace the candy with girls.
"No." I said, bored.
"Damn, the other two with her are gorgeous too." He was practically drooling. My brother was good-looking and all, but he was a complete jerk to all the girls he's ever seen or talked to. I still don't understand why girls keep throwing themselves at him. They know he'll just throw them away afterward.
"Then go talk to them." I sighed. I turned to see who he was talking about. The blonde one was very attractive, wearing the shortest red dress ever. There was a much shorter pixie-like girl wearing a jean skirt and white tank top, she had a unique kind of beauty; like Tinkerbelle or some shit. The last one had her back to me, so I didn't know what she looked like. She was wearing a pair of dark skinny jeans and a dark blue, flowing tank top.
The brunette was just about to turn around when my line of vision was filled with cleavage. I looked up to see a short blonde girl, with way too much make up caked on her face, standing in front of me. She was wearing an outfit that looked like it came out of the children's section, and her friends wasn't any better.
"Hi," The blonde purred. "I'm Lauren." She said in a voice she probably thought of as seductive. It sounded like when Emmett sprayed our cat with cold water in seventh grade.
"Edward." I said curtly, wanting this girl away from me before her overly-done face melted on me.
"So, Eddie, want to dance?" I cringed at the name and her nasally voice. Why the fuck did everyone want to call me Eddie? I'd rather have Eduardo or Ed. Something cooler than Eddie. Her friend was eyeing Emmett with lust-filled eyes. She pretty much looked like a hobbit with an afro.
"Err... no thank you, Lauren." She pouted and moved a little closer to me, while her friend inched towards Emmett. He looked as disgusted as I felt.
"We need to get away from these crazies. Now, man, I'm scared!" I couldn't agree more. I couldn't think of a plan of escape. Luckily, Emmett did.
"I'm sorry ladies but my.... companion and I are a little occupied at the moment." Emmett said. He flung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his chest. "Isn't that right, love muffin?" I shuddered.
Disturbing much?
"Well, we're up for anything. Isn't that right, Jess?" She nudged the hobbit, who nodded eagerly. Were they for real?
"Dude! They're crazier than I thought!" Emmett whispered loudly.
"Sorry, but I only have eyes for one person." I cringed when I pretended to look into Emmett's eyes....meaningfully. He looked about ready to burst from the seams laughing.
"Whatever." Lauren scoffed. "Find us when you want to have fun." With that, the two sauntered off. Thanks for the nightmares, ladies.
"This is exactly why I don't like going out with you, Emmett." I hissed and shoved him away roughly.
"Hey! That crazy blonde came to you not me!" His gaze snapped over to the dance floor.
"I have to get her tonight." He groaned. Ahhh, so we were back to the girls from before. I gazed over towards the dance floor and saw the same three girls from before, only this time I could see what the brunette looked like.
I must have done something horrible in a past life to induce this kind of karma on me.
The brunette was none other than Bella, the therapist from earlier today. Here at the club....with my brother standing next to me. Oh yeah, I'm never going to live this one down.
They were all grinding on each other to some stupid rap song. There was a circle of horny guys and jealous girls surrounding them, but they seemed oblivious. The way Bella kept bending over again and again was truly enticing. It reminded me of earlier today when she was getting those books. How, when she was grabbing them off the shelf, it gave me a view of her perfect, tight ass. It seemed like she fit perfectly in my arms when I caught her after she tripped. I knew I was attracted to her, but honestly, how could such a goddess like little old virgin Edward? I shook my head of those thoughts.
"Hey, Emme-" I turned to find my brother gone and headed toward the three girls. Shit.
I saw him trying to start a conversation with the blonde, but she didn't seem to notice him, much to his dismay. It was actually quite funny to see him get rejected so obviously. When she finally started talking back, she just looked bored. I would have laughed, but he started pointing in my direction.
He said something that actually made her crack a smile and started heading back over to where I was. The girl trailed after him, unfortunately with Bella and the pixie girl following.
"Yo! Eddie, come talk to these ladies." Emmett said, sitting down beside me at the booth.
"So, you must be this big oaf's brother," The blonde said sliding in next to Emmett. "I'm Rosalie."
"Yeah, that's me." By now, the other two were at our booth. I vaguely saw the black-haired one sitting beside Rosalie, but my eyes were on Bella, who was biting her lip nervously.
"Oh! Sorry, this is Alice," She pointed to the pixie. "and her roommate, Bella." Motioning towards Bella, before turning back to Emmett.
"Uhh, hi, Edward." Bella whispered. She slid in beside me. Our thighs were touching and I had the strongest urge to press into her further. God, could this get any more embarrassing?
"Can we maybe not tell them about the....appointment?" She asked quietly and I breathed a sigh of relief. But, if this was her job, why would she want to hide one patient?
"Su-sure. " I stuttered. It was a good thing my brother didn't know exactly who I went to see.
We all talked for a few minutes before Alice finally spoke up loudly.
"Alright! We need to loosen up. Anyone up for a little liquid courage? Drinks on me!" She clapped her hands together. I felt Bella stiffen next to me and let out a long sigh.
"I'm in!" Emmett and Rosalie said at the same time. They both looked at each other and then away sheepishly. That's new for him.
"You all can get trashed, but I'm only having one. One!" Bella said evenly. Ha-ha, maybe she had a drinking problem or something. She looked cute when she was frustrated.
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About an hour or so and a hell of lot of alcohol later, I was still sitting at the same booth as before and the others were back on the dance floor. I ended up only having two drinks while everyone else, including Bella, had a whole lot more.
If I thought she looked sexy dancing sober, it was nothing compared to now. She looked like she didn't have a care in the world. Swaying her hips around, flipping that long hair, and pouting those full lips.
The only thing bothering me was the lust-crazed guy standing behind her, trying to look like he was her dance partner. When he put his hands on her waist, I nearly lost it. Why the hell did I feel like this if I've only known her for a day? Jealous of some drunk guy at a bar. How pathetic.
He started stumbling over to a secluded area shrouded in darkness, dragging her along. I briefly saw a flash of something flicker across her face. Fear? This caused me to jump up from my feet. She was so tiny and fragile that I couldn't help but feel the need to protect her from this creeper.
I could barely see the pair anymore due to the dark club and sea of thrashing bodies. I made my way over to the dance floor, trying desperately to see where they went. I was stopped by the hobbit from earlier.
"Heyyy," She slurred. " Why don't you dance with me?" She pressed herself closer to me. Ugh, those fucking 'breasts' were hard as rock. Bad boob job? Probably a present from daddy or something fucked up like that.
"No. I, uh, have to be somewhere. Sorry." I continued my search for Bella. I finally got over to the side of the club where he had taken her. Nobody was there and I was about to look elsewhere when I heard someone whimper.
"N-no. Stop. Can't we just go and dance?" I heard a drunken voice ask, terrified. It was Bella's voice. Anger flooded through me when I realized what was happening not two feet in front of me.
"Dancing isn't fun with clothes on." A male voiced slurred. I heard a ripping sound and laid my eyes on the scene unfolding in front of me. The baby-faced guy had Bella pinned up against the wall. The ripping noise I heard must have been him tearing away her shirt. She was looking around frantically while he was feeling up her chest. Her eyes were still unfocused from the drinking, but she knew what was going on.
"I don't think rape constitutes as fun." I seethed. The guy stiffened and took a step away from Bella. At first, he looked like a smug bastard, but when he saw me, he edged farther away.
"I think you should step away from her before I call security." I spat as he fled. I looked over at Bella to see that she still looked dazed. Her shirt was almost all the way ruined. I unbuttoned the dress shirt I had on and handed it to her, leaving me in only an undershirt. She slipped it on without a word.
"I think it would be good if I took you home, Bella." She nodded mutely. I tentatively placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me as I guided her through the crowd. She leaned into me after a few moments and I was hit with a delicious scent. Her hair smelled like strawberries.
"Thanks for that." She sighed. I could tell she was still drunk. I just needed to get her a taxi that could take her home safely.
"It was nothing." We were outside by now. I was trying, with no progress, to hail a cab for Bella.
"Nuh uh! You need to be thanked properly." She slurred, leaning closer into me. I wanted to feel her lips on mine... just not when she was drunk.
"That's quite alright, Bella." I slid away from her as a cab finally pulled up.
"But what if I wanna give you a keeesss?" She pouted. This girl would be the death of me if she kept pouting those lips of hers like that.
"How about a compromise? I'll give you one kiss." What would a kiss on the cheek do?
I leaned down closer to press my lips to her right cheek. My mouth was only centimeters away when she swiftly turned her head to the side, catching me in a real kiss. Her warm tongue traced my own parted lips before slipping inside to caress the top of my mouth. Holy fuck could she kiss well.
I pushed her away quickly. Drunk or not, a kiss from Bella did nothing for my self control.
"That'ssssss good for meeee." She slurred. I helped her into the cab and watched it drive off. My hand traced the contours of my lips, that were still on fire from the kiss. She'll probably forget all about it by tomorrow. That doesn't mean I will though.
I went back inside the club to find Emmett and the girls so I could tell them that Bella was on her way home.
This was going to be so awkward at the next session. I mean, if she even remembered what happened, what am I supposed to say?
Oh yeah, you got shit-faced at a club and gave me an awesome kiss….and I let you do it? Right.
All I knew is that I definitely had to go to the next session. I was drawn to Bella for some reason.
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Edited: 12/22/08
Love,
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