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My eyes were stinging. I hadn't blinked since the message popped up on my chat box.

Edward Cullen, will you be my fuck buddy?

The words still seemed as foreign and absurd as they had when I first read them. Seconds ticked by, and each one felt longer than the one before it. I was sure she was pulling my leg; she had to be. She couldn't be serious. Could she?

Bella: Are you still with me? Breathe.

As if I needed the command, I started breathing again. A strange tingling sensation started in my fingers, but I fought against it to answer her.

Edward: Yes.

Bella: Care to answer? Or is this an awkward silence?

Edward: Yes.

Bella: Edward? Stop being the strong and silent type. Which question does the "Yes" go with?

Edward: Bella, I would like to answer, but I don't know what to say.

I didn't. She may as well have asked me to father her child. The question was shocking. But as I fought to rapidly gain control of any thought, one thing became crystal clear: if I said yes to her, I would finally be able to leave the world of my right hand fulfilling my fantasies where Bella was concerned and would be able to live each and every dirty thought out with her.

Once that thought registered like a 500-pound weight, I answered her.

Edward: Yes. I will.

Then it was her turn for silence. Two minutes passed before the small "ping" preceded her message. I gulped, fearing it had, in fact, been a joke.

Bella: You will? Wow, I . . . okay, I thought you would want to think about it for a bit.

Well, crap. Should I have? I'd already been thinking of her for weeks now – images of her bent over my sofa, in the shower, on the back deck –

No, no thinking required, but Bella didn't need to know the reason why.

Edward: Are YOU having second thoughts about asking?

Bella: NO! I've been thinking about this for a while. It just makes sense. Neither of us wants a relationship right now and my BOB is only good for scratching the itch. I need the real thing.

Fuck me running. The girl owned a BOB?

"Clear your head, Cullen. Focus of the fucking, not the toy," I chastised myself.

Edward: I know what you mean. So, you're both okay and serious about this?

Bella: I am on both counts. But – well, I have really thought about this. I, um, I have some rules. Is now good?

There were rules? She truly had been thinking about this. At some point, I would ask her how long this thinking went back, but I needed to know the rules.

Edward: Sounds fair. And logical. What are they?

Bella: Okay *deep breath ;)* we don't tell anyone, or it's off. I can't begin to think of the lecture from Alice or your brother.

Edward: Excellent point. Are there more?

Bella: Yeah. Um, we need a code for it. I really hate the fuck buddy term. So think about that, k?

Edward: *laughs* Sure.

Bella: Um, I was kind of thinking that there wouldn't be any limitations. Like – no weekends, holidays, ect. Just if we both agree, we do it. Is that okay?

Was she kidding me? What guy wouldn't agree to these rules?

Edward: Completely. Anything else?

Bella: No.

Edward: Okay.

Bella: OH! And condom. Completely a must.

Edward: I don't have sex any other way.

Bella: Great. I'm on the pill, btw.

Edward: Then it's all covered.

Bella: Okay.

Edward: Yup.

The silence that fell between us was the first time I felt uncomfortable since we had started this conversation. Odd, really, when you consider what just went down. I was about to ask if she was okay when the chime sounded.

Bella: So . . . what are you doing right now?

Edward: Nothing besides talking with you.

Bella: Want to test the waters and get over the awkward shit? Up for maybe a little cyber-sex to seal the deal?

My gut dropped, almost bottoming out. She moved fast once she made up her mind on something, almost too fast for me. True, I had just agreed to the most unconventional relationship of my life, but even then, with all the fantasies and thoughts I had of her, I didn't know if I could move as fast as she could.

Edward: Bella, are you sure?

Bella: Well, I was.

Edward: I didn't mean it like that.

Bella: No, I know you didn't.

Edward: You have no idea how badly I want to.

Bella: No, I don't. Why don't you tell me, Edward?

In less time than possible, I hurried to the fridge, grabbed a beer, twisted the top, took a hefty swig, and returned to my computer. She'd sent another message.

Bella: Tell me, Edward. Make me come from the ideas I know you have been having.

Edward: Fuck, Bella. You are trying to kill me.

Bella: Start talking. I can't do this alone.

"Do this?" What was she . . . fuck me! I gulped a large amount of my beer, as if it would help focus on this sudden conversation and friendship shift.

Edward: Are you touching yourself, Bella?

My mind couldn't get itself around the fact she may, in fact, be touching herself. The very thought caused my heart to pound and my blood to drum in my ears. It was then I noticed my breaths were more labored.

Bella: Yes. I'm thinking of your hands cupping my breasts. What are you doing to my tits, Edward?

I was sure I growled.

Edward: I'm pushing the cups of your bra down until your breasts ease out. My fingers quickly reach for your nipples, pinch, and roll them between my fingers.

Bella: Mmmm.

Edward: I want to suck on your tits and rake my teeth over your nipples to hear you moan. God, Bella, I'm hard already.

Bella: You are?

Edward: Hell yes.

Bella: I want you to stroke yourself, Edward. Softly at first, gently rubbing your head, and then take your thumb over your slit before you stroke down. Are you doing that, Edward?

Was she kidding me? My hand had been rubbing my dick since she first suggested this new arrangement. As I read her message, I unzipped my jeans and did as she said. Immediately, I nearly doubled over with the sensation, knowing she knew I was doing this and that she wanted me to.

Edward: Take your hand and rub your pussy, Bella. Think of all the things my tongue will do to you when I actually have you.

Bella: Fu – oh . . .

Edward: Tell me what you are doing, Bella. I want to know exactly what you are doing to yourself.

My heart was hammering to the point I thought it would explode in my chest. My balls felt heavy and my cock was straining and twitching slightly in my hand. I was more than ready to come but not without Bella.

Bella: can't type . . . fuck!

Oh mercy, she was actually getting herself off while we IM'd. I thought maybe she was just typing and not actually touching herself. Now I knew she really was - I nearly came that second.

Bella: I'm rubbing my clit, wishing it was your tongue. I can't stop thinking about what it's going to feel like to have you go down on me.

That did it. My gut clenched, my shoulder jerked, and my hand started stroking faster, my grip tighter. My balls were so tight, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.

Edward: I'm too close, Bella.

Bella: Me, too.

Edward: When I get you in my bed, I'm going to make you come every way possible – my tongue, my fingers, my cock . . .

Bella: Oh God, yes! Almost – more!

If she wanted more, I would give it to her. I gripped my dick at the base, ceasing my movements. I needed to focus on giving Bella what she wanted, what she needed.

Edward: I want to fuck you hard, Bella. I want to see your tits bouncing while I fuck you. I want to rub your clit while my cock slides in and out of you, and make you come, screaming my name. I want to feel your legs wrapped around my waist, your nails digging into my back while I fuck you.

The images in my head were overpowering. I started stroking my cock again, thinking of licking, sucking, and screwing Bella. My breaths were coming rapidly, my dick twitched in my hand, and my sac felt like it was on fire. I had to come soon or I was sure I would be unable to walk let alone sleep from the ache of not blowing my load when I needed to.

Bella: Oh, shit! That did it!

Bella: Sweet night! Crap! I think I saw the gods on that one. ;)

As the words hit my message box, I knew she had come. A few strong strokes were all it took for me to come. I am man enough to admit, I groaned loudly. Hell, I almost screamed her name. I had never, not once, not even when I was hard up and watching porn to get off, been that vocal when I jacked off. I knew it was because of Bella.

Bella: Are you okay? Did you?

Edward: Oh, yeah. I did. Saw the gods, huh?

It was our joke – mythology. It isn't every day that you find someone that has a deep appreciation for Greek and Roman mythology, but Bella did, and we often found ways to bring it into our lives. If she saw the gods, I knew what she meant.

Bella: I did. I may have to call you Eros. LOL

Edward: You do that, and I'm calling you Aphrodite. *wink*

Bella: Hmmm, really? That's her son, you know.

Edward: Yeah, not to mention the god of sex. LOL.

Bella: *eye roll*

Edward: What about Adonis? ;)

Bella: I'll need to physically have you before I attach that name. ;)

Edward: You'll have me all right. Whenever you want.

Bella: After this, I sure hope so. Um - Are we still on tomorrow for our usual Friday night crawl?

Edward: I thought you were going out with Alice.

Bella: Change of plans.

Change of plans? Something in my gut said that wasn't the full truth.

Edward: Sure. I was just going to go out with Emmett. I can cancel with him.

Bella: …or I could be the tag along. As long as he leaves that Medusa at home.

Edward: Nah, even if he brings her, we can still have a good night.

Bella: Aaaaand that leads nicely to my next question about tomorrow.

Edward: Which is?

"Please say you want to have sex tomorrow. Please say you want to have sex!" I chanted at the instant message box. I may have just let go of weeks of sexual tension, but a hand job courtesy of yourself is never enough.

Bella: I want you to spend the night.

I didn't have to think about my answer.

Edward: So do I.

Bella: Thank God! This was great, but I need the real thing.

Edward: I was just thinking the same thing.

Bella: This may just work perfectly. Sorry to sex-and-run, but I have to get going. I have a meeting at seven.

Edward: Okay. Night, Bella. And thank you.

Bella: No, Edward. Thank you!

I watched as her chat icon slipped to offline, and then I powered down my computer.

I was still stunned at what had transpired - my best friend wanted me to be her fuck buddy. I hated the term but really, that is what it was going to be. Rather straight forward, right? Before Bella's proposition, I was dead set on going out with Emmett, chatting up a few girls, and bedding one before the weekend was through. My plan had been solid – do whatever it took to purge the idea of having sex with Bella from my mind. Trouble with that plan was I knew it wouldn't work. There was something about Bella. She was more than in my mind. She was in my blood. I needed to have her, and no one else would satisfy my lust.

End Notes:

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