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BPOV

I am having a love affair.

With Butterfinger candy balls.

Sweet Moses, it's an orgasm in my mouth.

I'm moaning, and groaning, and thoroughly enjoying these balls, ignoring the judgmental look Alice is giving me.

"What?" I ask, with a mouth full of heaven.

"You're disgusting me. And that is totally going straight to your ass. Graduation's in less than two months, and Senior Trip is in 1 month and 2 weeks, so keep that in mind." She gave me her "mom" look and I knew it was final.

I sadly put down the king size bag I was holding to me, and laid flat on Rose's bed, overcome by the smell of her nail polish.

As usual, she was painting her toes an electric blue that I'm pretty sure she'd had since elementary school.

"Have you ever thought about going with a different color?" I asked her while looking at her upside down with my head hanging off the bed.

"B, I've told you this many a times, electric blue is my aura therefore it should radiate from me, starting from my feet up."

"Okay." I really only said it so I wouldn't have to hear her rant. Sitting back up, I glanced at Alice, hungrily flipping through Vogue, her self-proclaimed bible.

I looked back at Rose, bumping her head to Marley in the background, and painting her toes.

Now is as good as any other time to tell them.

"Ladies. I have an announcement to make."

Neither of them looked up, so instead of the dramatic build up I was planning, I just said it.

"I had sex with Edward Cullen yesterday."

Alice put down Vogue.

Rose paused Marley.

"What?" They said at the same time.

"Yep. We fucked. And he made me come about 4 times."

Both of them, eyes wide, faces pale, and mouths agape, stared at me.

"How…how did this happen?" Alice shrieked.

Rose shrugged. "Anyone with eyes could see all that sexual tension between y'all. And even if Cullen's a douche, who cares? He's pretty." She did her goofy smile.

"He is pretty, Rose. Well put."

"So like…how big is he?" Alice asked.

I slapped a cylinder-like throw pillow on the bed, just to see her expression, because when it came to sex, Alice would believe anything you told her.

Rose snorted when Alice believed it, and then slapped my arm for deceiving her yet again.

Alice was a virgin. She had a promise ring and the whole shebang although I'm quite confident she had never sat foot in an actual church.

Rose on the other hand…well, she'd done it thrice times, and had been in severe pain each time. She just had a small canal we had guessed.

"Really though? Is he packin?" Rose asked.

I nodded my head. "I'm sore if that answers your question."

"Swanny, you are such a slut!" Alice giggled, before jumping on the bed, making me grab my cooch who needed to be iced.

I grabbed Alice's leg making her fall back down, nearly avoiding crashing her head into the headboard.

"So did you both decide you're in love or was it wonderful hate sex?"

"Obviously hate sex. That was quite wonderful. He knows what he's doing."

"What would that be like?" Rose mused, while going back to her toes.

XXX

"Bella! Is that you? Can you come in here for a moment?"

That would be mom.

Sigh.

"No," I mumbled under my breath.

I trudged into the kitchen, with my overnight bag from Rosalie's on my shoulder.

"Yeah?"

"Bella, you're looking rough. Long night at…" she trailed off, seeming to have a hard time remembering who the hells house I was at, all night, last night.

"Rose."

"Right. Rose. I thought that was it, but got distracted and though um, Jessica for a moment." She let out a giggle that made me uncomfortable. "So I wanted to talk about some college stuff with you."

I got even more comfortable.

This would take a while.

"So Rose and Alice are going…where again?"

I sighed. "I've told you like 8 times, but Alice will be at a small design school just outside of the city, and Rose will be at Columbia."

I was quite thankful we were all heading to New York. It made me a hell of a lot less nervous, even though I was almost in tears at the thought anyway.

I'd just sent in a very specific survey pertaining to the roommate situation, so hopefully everything would work out well with that.

"I ran into Esme Cullen at yoga the other day, and she said that Edward is going to NYU, and I was so thrilled!" She beamed, brighter than when she learned I had gotten in. For the major I wanted. And got all the financial shit worked out.

"Why?" I grumbled but she didn't even hear.

This was how life went for me.

"Apparently, Edward is rooming with his cousin, Emmett, who is from the area up there, and they're really excited. I think you actually met Emmett once…anyway, we're finding comfort that our kiddos will have familiar faces so far away from home."

Yippee.

XXX

Tuesday morning, I was minding my own business, getting my Pre-Cal book from my locker, when suddenly, the door was slammed on my wrist, making me rip it back in pain.

"Motherfucker!" I seethed, inspecting it for any damage or bones sticking out.

I looked up to see the asshat, and I'm sure you can assume whom it was, smirking with that damn beanie on. Gah, did he think he was Rastafarian or something?

"What the hell do you want?" I asked, rubbing my wrist, and flicking the hair out of my eyes.

These side swept bangs looked way cuter on Reese Witherspoon.

"We have to work on the project tonight," he said confidently, leaning against the lockers on the wall.

"No shit, Sherlock. I don't have work tonight, so after school, my house?"

Geez, there was still a throbbing in my wrist.

"Yeah, I guess," he sighed, as if the weight of the world was on his shoulders. "But, my baby is at the doctor. She's sick."

I stared at him, not knowing if he was trying to be funny or…?

Completely at a loss for a witty comeback, to a joke or fact I didn't quite get, I eloquently said, "huh?"

"Ruthie, my car," he said with so much sass, I immediately questioned why I slept with him. But then he crossed his arms, showing off those scrumptious muscles and I remembered. "She's out of oil," he frowned.

"Well, that sounds like a personal problem…and you did not just call your car Ruthie. How lame." I scoffed, blushing at the thought that I referred to my car as Phillip. "But the more I think about it, Ruthie is such a frail sounding name…a name given to a weak woman, a whiny, bitchy grandma kind of name. How fitting after all!" I gave him a thumbs up.

"Good one. But like I said, she's in the shop, so…yeah."

"I'm at a loss for what you're asking," I replied, fighting a grin.

He made a low growl sound, aaand my panties were ruined. I'm sure I flushed, and I saw a smirk quirk at one corner, and then drop. "I need a fucking ride."

I'll fucking ride you.

What?

Anyway.

"Ugh, are you sure you wanna get in my beast? I mean…it did kick Ruthie's sorry ass the other day…so it's not super fond of little bitches," I clucked my tongue and gave him a faux worried expression.

"Then how do you drive it?"

I threw my head back and laughed sardonically. "Cullen. The humor."

"Dammit Swan, why does everything have to be so damn difficult with you? Either give me a ride or do the project by yourself."

"That's rich. Fine, yeah, but I have to stop at Target, and I don't want any bitching from you."

"I don't want to be seen in public with you," he replied, whining again.

"Then we'll get you some shades. Hide you from the press and whatnot." I flipped him off as I headed to class.

Such a toll.

XXX

Cullen was grimacing like he was sitting in a pile of shit mixed with jizz. I just rolled my eyes, flipped on my shades, and turned up Franz Ferdinand.

He had made us wait until 10 minutes after school so no one would see him getting in a car with me. I might actually be offended if I weren't so amused that he actually thinks other people outside of his entourage give a shit about what he's doing.

Whatever.

I pulled into Target's parking lot, and breathed a sigh.

This was a home away from home. For reals.

Getting out of the car, I noticed Cullen was staying glued to his seat. Maybe the jizz had dried?

"What are you doing, besides wasting my time?"

"I'll stay in the car."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not leaving the keys and it's around 90 degrees out here, so have fun with that."

I turned on my heel and strode toward the store.

Less than three seconds later, I heard him jogging up beside me.

"Did you get all zipped up in your Hazmat suit?"

I could almost hear his eye roll.

"What are you even here for?" He asked later, shying away from other customers as if they had a disease. I looked at the retarded pony on his shirt, and briefly pondered his sexuality.

"I have an event tonight, that I'm planning on wearing a white sundress to, and since you ripped my only white bra, I have no choice but to buy a bra so…here we are. Also, I ran out of conditioner this morning and my hair is practically brit-"

"I stopped listening like two minutes ago."

"You asked, dipshit."

We walked in silence until we reached the bras. I grabbed the first one I saw that was on sale then one more that was a little bit more money.

I was kinda pissed about my torn garment. I'd had that bra since freshman year. She was gonna go to college with me. And she was so comfortable. Plus, it was from Victoria's Secret, the only bra I had from there, and that shit ain't cheap.

I headed to the dressing room, after telling Cullen to park it on one of the little kid chairs where they made kids wait. Muhaha.

I took off my shirt and bra and put on the first one. It was a little tight on my back fat, that seriously needed to be toned, and the front dug into the side of my r-

Before I could finish my thought, I let out a shriek that was quickly covered by a large hand.

"You should really lock your door," Cullen muttered, before snapping the strap.

I turned around and slapped his chest. "It was locked? And you can't be back here, stupid!"

"Says who?"

"The…the sign? The Target Corporation? The Geneva Convention?"

Edward's lip quirked at that one, before he unhooked my bra –with one hand- and slid it off, throwing it to the ground.

"Your tits are kind of small," he commented as he massaged them and like the cheap hooker I am, my head fell back against the wall, sighing as he rubbed them just right.

"Yeah, well your balls are un-proportional." My head logged to the side.

I really wasn't sure. Truth be told, I couldn't even conjure up an image of them. No one ever pays attention to the boys down there, ya know? It's all about the main man standing up.

"Cullen…stop…" I whined, and maybe whimpered.

I was nipping now and I was always sure there were cameras somewhere in dressing rooms, so I was extra uncomfortable.

He rolled his eyes, and bent his head, licking one of my nipples.

I officially whimpered.

His large hands wrapped around my torso and rib cage, and he bent more, as to get a better angle, really going for the gold.

I was squirming and regrettably, one of my hands slid into his hair. He switched from my left tit to the right, and did something amazing with his tongue that made me let out a deep moan that was probably much too loud.

He let it go and I made a noise of disproval, just before he flicked it, hard, and sat on the stool in the room.

I stared at him.

"I'm gonna be the judge."

I turned around and slid on the next bra. My inner Bella, the sassier side of me, if you can believe there is one, was telling me to flick his dick and see how he liked that, but then the horny slut fastened her bra and turned around, pulling her hair into a pony tail.

"Nope…it does nothing for you. Gah, these are cotton, Swan. I'm confused, are we picking out an 18-year-old girl's bra, or your little sisters trainer bra?"

"Well, not all of us are shitting silver dollars, so I don't really have the time nor money to go down to Vera Wang and have Vera herself fucking customize one for me."

I spent my money on nice panties, and when I say nice, I mean ones that are more than $5 in a 10-pack. Rose, Alice, and I have a "power panty" thing where we believe the sexier your panties are, the sexier you'll feel and the more confidence you'll exude.

It worked every time. But I was wearing my Pooh Bear panties today, one's that had holes all over it, and my confidence wasn't at my highest. Cullen couldn't know that though.

"Swan, I'm going to buy a fucking bra for you. What are you 34B?"

"Why?" I asked, in complete disbelief.

"Because I don't fuck girls who wear cotton bra's like they're 12!"

"You already did? Is this like a new leaf or something?"

"Swan, just buy the first one. I've about had it with that mouth and we still have a project to do. So let's get out of this hellhole. Who knows what the hell I'm even sitting on here."

I rolled my eyes, but grabbed the first bra anyway.

XXX

Once we arrived at my house, we went to work upstairs, since my mom was doing yoga in the living room.

She'd taken the day off to take Brie to get her braces off, and I guess was trying to rejuvenate now!

Woohoo.

Cullen and I sat in my room, working on the project, while fighting in between about random stuff.

He was sprawled on the floor, googling stuff on his computer and I was sprawled on my bed, fighting sleep.

"Bella! Wake the fuck up!" he growled.

"Don't tell me what to do," I yawned.

He rolled his eyes; I drifted in and out.

I was woken up by Brie coming in and lying on top of me.

"Sup lil' mama?"

"Check out my grillz, bitch," she giggled, flashing me a huge grin.

"Your teeth are gorge," I said while pinching her cheeks, impersonating our mom.

Cullen was just staring at us.

"Take a picture, Cullen. It'll last longer."

"Brie…don't grow up to be like your sister," he complained, while scowling at his computer.

"Brie is my personal mini-me. I ordered her and she shall be me in the flesh. We are one," I giggled, pushing her off me so I could breathe.

"Alright, well I'll let you two get back to your work. Bye B. Bye Edward," she sighed before walking out and shutting the door behind her.

"Guys are gonna be all over her," Cullen said after a few moments of silence.

I yawned again. "Ya know it, brah. She's the spitting image of myself and Lawd knows child, boys were after me."

That was a lie and everyone knew.

I was so awkward that any prettiness I had was overrun and replaced with social ineptness. Luckily, when I hit high school, I gained the power to speak to people outside of my family and Rose and Alice.

"We look so much a like, but she has a totally different life than me. Ins't it ironic?"

"Yeah, I really do think."

"Did you just quote Alanis Morissette?" I quirked my head.

He sighed. "I believe I did."

"You're lamer than I thought."

"Um, you're the one who realized I was quoting Alanis Morissette?" He made it sound like a question. Such a douche.

"Yeah, but I wasn't quoting her. Whatever. I'm tired and you're boring the hell out of me. And I have to go to a stupid dinner tonight," I whined and flipped over so my head was hanging off the bed. Upside down, I stared at Cullen, who was blatantly staring down my shirt.

"Stop."

"Whatever," he sighed, going back to his computer.

I drifted in and out of sleep until around 6:30.

"Swan," he barked, waking me up. "I have to go. It was really nice doing all this by myself. You can do the rest of it."

And with that, he was gone.

I sighed, and got up for my stupid dinner, putting on my "trainer bra".

XXX

On Wednesday night, I was working at the diner, counting down the minutes until my shift ended. It was a slow night, and I was so not in the mood to be acting as a servant.

Behind the counter, I was doing my Pre-Cal homework, basically starting to break a sweat over the problems.

Something that would be beneficial to passing this damn class, would be to have a teacher who wasn't older than time and didn't fall asleep standing up, but hey- Who am I, a mere student straggling to have a future, to know what makes a good teacher?

I sighed, dropping my head, as the bells charmed, entering a stumbling Sandy.

I smiled.

He raised his flask.

"Evening, Bella." He was really a rather coherent drunk.

"Sup, Sandy? What can I get ya?"

"I'm really feeling a hot dog tonight…"

"My man. Comin' up."

I gave the order to Hector, the cook, and went back to my homework.

About three minutes later, I was carrying on small talk with Sandy about his next big move, when Cullen and his entourage walked in.

I rolled my eyes. Today it was just Cullen and his boys, missing their two cheerleaders who were usually ordering sugarless water, as if there was a thing.

I sighed in frustration that I was the only waitress working tonight, and walked on over to their booth, that they'd, somehow, already made messy.

"What can I get you?"

Four eyes looked up at me; like they were shocked someone actually worked here.

"I really like that outfit, Swan," Cullen, told me, flicking the grease stain on the apron.

"I think it's kinda hot," Pete shrugged.

This uniform was ridiculous. A pink button up dress, with a white apron over it, and stupid white Keds that started to hurt after an hour.

"Thanks, Cullen. I'm digging that beanie. It must have been a hard fight prying it from the homeless population here in lovely Forks."

"Ugh, would you two just fuck already?" Nate, Cullen's best friend, sneered, flipping out his phone and reclining back in the booth.

Then without a missed beat, I said, "No thanks. I'd rather stay STD free."

Cullen looked annoyed, but didn't say anything back, and that made me uncomfortable, because first, I pray that he's clean, and two, his snide comments back at me almost calmed me anymore, rather than riled me.

"Chocolate milk shake," Edward demanded, after a sigh.

I smirked. "Four straws?"

"You're a fucking riot, ya know that?" He rolled his eyes.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Sandy furiously scribbling in his gossip journal.

"Yeah, I'll have the Cheeseburger plate with a Dr. Pib," Pete piped up, and Tyler and Ben seconded and third-ed him.

"K." And with that, I was back at my Pre-Cal.

"You handle those boys well, Bella." Sandy whispered to me.

I snuck him some free fries.

Trying to focus on my math, I couldn't help but eavesdrop, undoubtedly with Sandy, on the conversation Ed and gang were having.

"I know, dude, but she totally freaks every time I'm about to get in. Don't know how much longer I can take it," Ben sighed.

"Dude, sometimes I wish Mandy would slow the hell down. She gives me no recovery time, and at first, I was all 'this is awesome', but now … now I feel chaffed." Tyler whined.

I rolled my eyes.

"Dude, how's Lauren?" Ben asked Nate, I'm assuming.

"When you picture our relationship, picture trench warfare."

"Rough," sighed Tyler.

"No it's not," Cullen groaned. "You always fucking complain about Lauren when you should clearly be tapping Jessica. She's easy and unlike Lauren, her tits are real."

Well, that was juicy. I mean, I'd always assumed about Lauren, but it had never been brutally revealed like that.

Sandy looked like he had just discovered gold.

"Says the man, who never gets any. You know, for having a jawline like that, Ed, you should be having a mountain of souvenir panties, but when was the last time your dick got wet?"

And Cullen say's I'm crude?

"In the shower this morning."

"Ha." The boys replied in unison, which was a little creepy, but something I'd grown used to after all these years.

"Swan," Cullen barked suddenly. "I need a drink."

I held back my grumbles and smartass comments. "What do you want?"

"Your pussy!" Ben shouted excitedly, and my head popped up.

"Maybe he can suck yours instead!" I shouted back, smiling inwardly at the way all their eyebrows shot up. "Well, Cullen, are you going to tell me what you want or am I supposed to guess?"

"Coke."

So I got him his damn coke, and did a toe touch in my mind when I saw that Becky would get here in 10 minutes, which meant I could go hoooomeeeee!

And do homework.

Yay.

Before it was that time though, I dropped the bill on the table, diced up between them, and went to count my tips behind the counter and do my quota shit.

The boys all left a couple minutes before Becky got there, and I went to clear their table.

They'd left a $10 bill on the table, which was rather generous for the shitty service I'd provided. Although Nate hung with Cullen, he was actually a pretty cool guy. He'd always been nicer to me than the rest, and in my book, that counted for something.

I think he understood that I had to hate him anyway though.

I talked to Becky for a moment, before going out the back, to my truck.

Hector always made us park behind the building in case of "over-flow". The parking lot could hold about 30 cars, probably, and I really didn't have the heart to tell Hector that the place was lucky if it saw 15 cars, but whatever.

Heading out to the back, I nearly shat myself when I saw Cullen parked horizontally behind Phillip, leaning against his car.

"What the hell are you doing?" I choked out.

He rolled his eyes. "That dress is way too short for your legs," he announced, eyeing me up and down.

"And that has to do with you waiting for me in a dark alley because…?"

"Because I want you to suck my cock."

Oh.

I flushed out of hatred and rage and… other things…

I was honestly at a loss for words. I mean, I could talk dirty as long as sex wasn't involved.

I was not a lady, but I was always quiet during sex apart from moans that were uncontrollable.

So instead, I took a step closer to Cullen.

I could reach out and touch him now.

"What if I say no?" It came out all breathy and so not the way I intended.

He smirked. "I'll force you. If memory serves, you are one hot bitch choking on my thick cock," he obscenely palmed himself over his jeans, and my stomach was dropping and I was really turned on and sickly wanting him to force me to.

So I decided to play hard to get.

"Fat chance. That was a one time thing, that really never should be brought up to anyone." I marched to my car, feeling my pony tail sway confidentially behind me.

Suddenly, I was yanked backward and pinned against his car, his dick pressed against my stomach.

Then, he led me to the other side of the car, threw me in the backseat, and then sped off, putting on Childs lock.

"Good idea," I praised. "I was planning on jumping out while we were in motion. I've been really hoping for a face reconstructive surgery.

"Fuck, just shut up." He groaned, speeding up.

"Cullen, this was a stupid plan. We have nowhere to go, you're going to have to drop me back off at the diner because that's where my car is, and-"

He slammed to a stop.

I looked around and we were on some trail in the woods.

This wasn't sketchy at all.

But honestly, my pussy didn't really care.

Cullen got out of the front seat, and joined me in the backseat.

He kind of just sat there for a moment, looking at me expectantly.

"Well it's not gonna suck itself," he finally said after a moment.

"Sorry I'm not sorry, but I'm not really in the mood to suck your stupid dick after you basically abducted me, so I suggest you pick up yoga and suck your own dick!"

I turned away from him, looking out the window, with my arms crossed.

I felt chilly too. He'd left the A.C. running, and I was just in the thin dress.

It was too short, therefore exposing a lot of thigh when I sat down and it was too tight on my bust. I'd gotten it when I was 15.

I heard him sigh, then he slid to me and started gingerly kissing my neck, which felt really good, but was freaking me the fuck out.

His deft fingers slid up my waist and started unbuttoning my dress. It pooled around my waist and he moved to unclasp my bra.

He threw it up into his front seat before palming my tits.

All too soon, he pulled away, leaning up against the other side of the car and pushing his pants down, exposing his rock hard cock, before putting his legs on either side of me.

"Suck me good."

I just stared at him, propped up with my legs folded under me, half naked.

He sighed, leaned forward, gripped my ponytail, and lowered me to where his leaking cock was brushing against my lips.

"Your constant snark tonight was so fucking annoying, you deserve to be punished," he leaned forward and smacked my ass that was sticking up in the air.

I whimpered, and snuck out my tongue, licking the slit in his dick.

"Fuck!" he growled, thrusting his hips up, forcing me to take it in too far. I gagged and he groaned loudly. "That's right slut…take it all in."

After he let go of the back of my head with one hand to grab my ass, I lifted my head up, to catch a breath.

"Dammit Cullen! Do you want someone's dick being rammed down your throat?"

I'm sure I looked comical.

My bangs were all in my eyes, my hair a very messy ponytail. My dress was half down exposing my heaving chest and the bottom was pulled up exposing my thighs and ass.

He had a different reaction than anticipated.

Before I even realized it, he was pinning me down underneath him.

"You look so fucking hot and it's pissing me off," he growled into my cleavage while thrusting against my hot and needy core.

The feeling is mutual, I wanted to moan.

Instead I just moaned.

He thrust harder and I was literally seconds away until he stopped and pulled my legs up, pulling my panties down my legs and somewhere into his car.

He pulled a condom out of nowhere and secured it before pushing the tip right against me.

I arched and panted and whimpered and needed.

He bent down, bit my earlobe, licked the pain away, and then whispered, "I want you to fucking scream."

And with that, he slammed into me.

I cried out and threw my head back slamming it into the door handle.

"Ow," I cried, but it turned into more of a pathetic whimper as he hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of me.

I hadn't really gotten a chance to look at his face the last time we did this, but now…holy fucking shit.

I mean…Holy. Fucking. Shit.

Cullen was one hot piece of ass.

The muscles and veins in his neck and arms were standing out as his green eyes stared into mine with a fiery hatred passion that made my skin feel like it was on fire.

He wrapped my legs around his torso and the angle change was sublime for him, seeing as how he made a noise I'd never heard that made me tighten around him, and his eyes rolled back when he picked up the pace. As if it was even possible.

My hands had gone behind my head to stop my head from pounding into the door with every thrust, my back was arched, and I was panting like a dog.

Cullen buried his face in my neck, and put one of his hands on my tit, grabbing at it roughly, and shoving his thumb under the cup of my bra to stroke my nipple.

He shoved the cup down after a minute and sucked the nipple into his mouth.

"Edw- oh shit, Edward!" I bucked against him, my clit rubbing deliciously against his pubic bone.

"Ungh, more," I pleaded.

"Such a needy slut," he whispered into my ear while smirking, bringing one hand up around my throat just like the first time, and I was so far gone.

I clenched around him and somewhere, under my orgasmic bliss, I could hear him groaning something, the words were distorted, and I was screaming when he flicked my clit, sending me further into my orgasm.

Minutes, seconds, hours later I resurfaced and he had all his weight on me. His hips were making small and random jerks into me as I could feel his cock slowly start to soften.

My hands were in his hair still, although I couldn't remember putting them there.

He placed a small kiss on my tit, where his face was, before groaning as he pulled out. He pulled the used and gross condom off, opening the door and throwing it put. Grabbing a tissue, he began to wipe his cock off, before handing me my own tissue.

I mumbled thanks, feeling weird that he was being…nice?

I threw it out my door and pulled my bra back in place before pulling my dress down my legs and over my chest.

He had pulled his pants up, although his shirt was off, and was leaning back, running a hand through his hair, taking deep breaths.

It was kind of weird. Last time, we just went back to working on the project and that was that.

This was weird now.

He chuckled quietly and got back in the front seat, grabbing his shirt and pulling it over his head.

I got in his front seat, looking for my panties.

"Where are…" I trailed off, leaning over into the backseat to try to see if they were back there.

His floor was empty besides for his shoes and a gym bag.

I looked at him only to find him staring at my ass, which was probably poking out of my dress.

I quickly pulled it down, blushing, even though I'd just had sex with the man.

"Now you choose to be shy?" he laughed, and turned on the car.

I sat in his plush and leathery seat and was disgusted at how nice this fucking car was.

He drove away, and I put on my seat belt, feeling like I just had been thoroughly fucked.

"Do you want to just finish the whole damn project tomorrow night?" He asked once we were getting near the diner.

"Um..yeah. That's fine." I agreed, taking my ponytail down, and running my hand through my hair. "Oh, wait. My mom is having like a dinner party tomorrow night, but…if I say I'm working on a project I can probably get out of it. But my house isn't an option," I sighed.

Great. Saturday would probably be spent doing the thing. It was due Tuesday, so we really needed to get it finished before Monday.

"Just come over to mine. My parents are going to be at some charity thing all night so yeah. Come over when ever you get off work."

He pulled into the parking lot, behind the diner, and I unbuckled myself.

"K, see you then." I got out of the car, and bent down as ladylike as I could to see if I could find my fucking underwear. I was quite uncomfortable without them.

"Damn, I hope you have febreeze Cullen." I announced after taking a whiff of the car and comparing it to the clear air outside.

It smelled like sex, and that really wasn't a smell that you buy in a car freshener.

He shrugged. I continued looking.

"Would you maybe like to help me?" I asked, irritated, he was just idling, letting me look for the panties that he threw God knows where.

"Oh, you mean these?" I looked up, to see him twirling my pink panties around his finger, before pocketing them.

I gasped. "You're such an asshole! Give those back!"

"I don't think I will. Now get out of my car."

I flipped him off and slammed the door, still with my mouth hanging open.

As I uncomfortably sat in my car, after putting down a napkin, I began to drive home.

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The next morning I felt achy and sore.

Cullen was too thick.

And he hadn't stretched me or anything. Just slammed home.

Fucking tool.

He'd pay for that.

I limped to my classes all day and hissed when I sat, seeing Cullen smirk every time.

Douche.

Maybe I'd drill something up his ass and see if he enjoyed that.

I grimaced at my own thought. And I wonder why I'm single.

Not only was moving or being alive uncomfortable, the only clean pair of pants I had was my skinny jeans which were confining and tight and gah I wanted to rip them off.

Although I loved my outfit. Simple yet chic. Gladiator sandals, skinny jeans, light wash V-neck, with a long necklace and my hair half up and wavy.

I got compliments all day, which made me feel a little bit better.

In Physics, Cullen sat closer to me than usual, which threw me off a bit, although I couldn't focus.

Since we're in a "lab" we have fucking stools, which make for the most uncomfortable seating at school normally. Now with my already sore vagina, the stool felt like a knife jabbing my cunt.

Gah!

"Sore?" He asked lowly, while his eyes twinkled.

I was caught off guard, I must say.

He wanted me to be sore.

Dick.

"No." I said definitely.

Inside, I was crying.

He smirked. "That's too bad…guess I'll just have to fuck you harder next time."

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