It started with a kiss, a fumbling, sloppy kiss on my part but wonderfully erotic on his then gradually it changed into something more intense. It was one of those days where Alice left me in her house and she went to Jasper then I was covering her when her dad came home; I said she went to her dance practice or shopping somewhere, I was home all alone because I didn't feel like fighting for pieces of clothes in sale.

At first it was normal, we both cooked and ate dinner together, if Alice didn't came home until then we usually watched a movie. In between, I realized Edward was attractive in non-my-best-friend's-father kind of way; he was a man. A very handsome one.

His soulful green eyes always looked at me tenderly, like I was the most precious thing in the world, bronze locks, tall and lean body that shows he was still took care of himself...

"Bella?" I almost jumped when Edward touch my arms, the tingling sensation was still there.

"Yes?" I whispered, I didn't know why.

"Are you alright? You are so silent tonight." He looked at me with eyes full of concern. I wanted to kiss you.

"No, I'm fine." I shook my head and he sighed.

"You know you can always talk to me about anything, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded weakly, trying to focused back on the movie. Few minutes later, he touched me again, not that I mind. "Edward?" His fingers traveled down my neck.

"Bella," I could hear lust in his voice, "tell me to stop," his warm lips finally touched my neck and unconsciously I craned my neck to give him better access, "baby..."

"No Edward, don't stop..." breathless, my hands found its way to his hair and pulled it softly. He groaned.

"You are so sweet..." he brought his tongue out and began licking my neck.

"Edward..." I moved to straddled him, "kiss me."

And as I said before, it was sloppy. I couldn't get enough of him. Soon, it was became groped session, I grind myself onto his cock and he palmed my breasts, thumbing my nipple gently at first then suddenly it became rougher.

"More Edward..."

"Anything you want baby girl... anything..." he groaned, thrust up and I grinded harder on his prominent erection. I knew I was close, I could feel it.

"Edward, I'm... oh God... I'm..." my head was fogged with lust. It was so fucking good.

"Let go baby, now..." that did it, I dove head first into the pool of pleasure, chanting his name as I did. He was right behind me, my name fell of his lips repeatedly. After that, we looked at each other and he gave me another sweet peck on my lips. After that first time, we did it again, and again, until it became a routine for us whenever Alice left. We didn't said anything, it was as if we had a silent agreement about it.

I was 17 when I lost my viginity and it was all happened quickly and completely unexpected, I didn't know how it all started but one minute he was treating my, yet again, sprained ankle and the next minute he buried his face between my legs, my panties was nowhere to be found. I writhed and tangled my hands in his bronze hair, pulled it hard every time he licked my clit... then sucked it. But of course, nothing could compare the feeling of his soft tongue inside my kitty, lapping softly or sliding in and out.

All the time he had his eyes on me; a pair of lustful emerald orbs. His hands are everywhere, on my ass, groping my breasts, either pinching my nipple or just plain knead them, on the inside of my tights keeping them open.

I close my eyes when the sensation became too much, but open it again seconds later when he sucked my kitty hard, giving all he has and gave me the first taste of wonderful orgasm. I was a virgin in every way, but that night, not anymore.

I lost my virginity on my best friend's father bed.

California king to be exact.

On top of his royal-blue bed sheet.

He was gentle; I couldn't even think any way better than that to lose my v-card. He made sure his well endowed cock wouldn't hurt me so bad, so after the first penetration he stayed still, murmuring how good I felt wrapped around him; soft wet velvet, how he never had pussy this tight in his forty-one years life... in between sucking my nipple, rolled it around with his teeth, while I tangled my hands in his hair, yelling how good his mouth felt on my tits.

After a while I finally could enjoy it, the way he sliding in and out of me, every bumps and ridges that made me beg him to thrust harder, and thrust harder he did. My jaw opened wide, but no sound came out when I finally reached my peak.

Then he stiffened, I felt warm liquid coating my tights, he grunted, moving his hips a few times before collapsed on me. I rub his sweaty bronze locks as he showering my neck with little wet kisses of gratitude, I didn't mind, I was so thankful my first time weren't as painful or messy as my friends, God, even Alice, described before, but when our eyes locked on each other, I know it was different for him. He stared at me like I was the most precious thing in his world; he stared at me like he love me.

That was the first of our many encounters, and it's still going on until now; two years prior to that day.

He tough me a lot of things about sex, how to enjoy it and being more adventurous than I ever dreamed of. I mean, Alice was sleeping down the hall and we were fucking like rabbits in his office; oh how I love office sex. He bend me over his dark cherry wood table, dirty talking me, encouraging my orgasm and the only sound I could heard was our skin slapping, my own gasp after every thrusts and his grunts. It was heaven.

Another heaven was; he loved to eat me out. Whenever we had chance, between times when he was buried in my pussy, his head was always between my legs. Alice was upstairs changing her clothes, while I was downstairs with her dad's head buried between my legs, fucking me with his soft tongue, lapping my juices eagerly. My panties pushed to the side, my left leg was thrown over his right shoulder, my head thrown back when he suck my clit and my hands was buried in his bronze locks. I was leaned on the refrigerator, his hands on my ass, eventually his fingers made their way into my pussy and start playing, too. It became my undoing and I fell apart in his expert hands, and mouth...

But as much pleasure I had experienced, it never lessen my guilt over everything. What we were doing was wrong; even Edward never bothered to deny it, I didn't care if this was so cliché, I love him. He was tender, loving and treated me like I was the only thing matter in his world other than his daughter... and I like it. I craved it; I want myself to 'mean' something, something more that my divorced parents failed me.

Edward love me. I was special in his eyes and that was the only justification I could think of if someday Alice found out about us.