Hey everybody! Long time no see, right? Right now, its more about quality over quantity for me. Though I'll try to make my updates a little bit more regular, but weeklies are probably just not possible I'm sad to say. I know there are a lot of people out there who like my story A Simple Twist of Fate, and frankly I personally like this one better so REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I'll be motivated to update faster if I get a whole slew of reviews :) There are enough of you who follow me, so make it happen ladies! And gets too, I suppose.
Just to clarify a couple things first. Edward in Twilight is almost perfect and though that really works for that character it doesn't work for mine. I enjoy writing characters who are real and have flaws, so don't judge him too harshly; none of us is perfect. He is, after all, just a regular guy who doesn't always think with the proper brain. There is a lot of conversation in this chapter and a lot of textual exchanges (i.e emails, texts, etc) Italics indicate either an email or a text, and I think you'll be able to understand when the "speaker" changes from on person to another. If you have any problems with it, I'll be happy to make myself clearer if you need me to. Last but not least, this chapter is definitely rated M x 1000. Dirty, dirty stuff goes on here so if its not your bag, move along.
Edward
Please be here. Please be here. Please be here. Yes!
There she is, screen name AllSmiles19, just like she said she'd be, and just like she always was. Bella… For the longest time I felt so stupid rushing to a computer everyday just so I could talk to some girl who lived hundreds of miles away. I even found that sometimes I'd change my real life plans so I could stay online and talk to her. I felt pathetic. I'm a grown ass man, good looking, talented. I have a life, but little by little this girl I'd never met started to nudge her way closer and closer into the forefront of my brain. It wasn't long before she was all I could think about. Day. Night. Weekdays. Weekends. All the time. I counted down the hours until I could talk to her again. But of course I use the word "talk" loosely, considering the fact that I've never heard her voice. I never ever thought I'd be like this; hung up on some chick that may as well be on the other side of the planet. This was not my goal when I started this place. All I wanted was to converse with some people who liked the same things.
Let me back up a little…
I'd always been into music. I used to sneak into my older brother's room and steal CDs from his collection. Pearl Jam, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Sonic Youth, Soundgarden, Stone Temple Pilots, Alice in Chains, god… I loved that stuff. So much so that I picked up a guitar when I was 14 and never looked back.
It almost came naturally to me, translating what I heard in my head into movements of my fingers across the frets. I never took lessons; I just played around with the strings until something decent came out. I used to lock myself in my room for hours playing along with my favorite albums until I knew every song by heart. I didn't even have to think about what I was doing; my fingers just seemed to move on their own.
After a while I realized that all the time I'd spent cooped up in my room had put a serious damper on my social life, so I put down the guitar for a while and made friends with things that weren't made of wood and strings. My friends were great, but none of them shared my passion for music, and I started to miss my old companion. Nobody except, Mike that is.
Mike was probably my least likely friend. He was a jock in high school, super popular, outwardly a complete prick, definitely not the kind that would hang out with a slacker like me. And I also use the term "slacker" loosely as well. Its not that I didn't try, it's that I really didn't have to. Minimal effort got me straight A's, so what more was there to strive for? I think people saw me as stuck up, too good for everyone. Maybe I felt that way, I don't know. I just didn't have time for the normal high school bullshit. Then one day, I was playing my guitar in the quad at lunch junior year, meat head Mike Newton walks up next to me and tells me I should try an open tuning if I was going to play Nick Drake tunes. Not only was I amazed that a dude in a letterman's jacket knew who Nick Drake was, but I was surprised that he was speaking to me in the first place.
"Try it tuned to D A D G D F# with a capo on the second fret. It might sound a little bit crisper. Be careful though, the strings won't want to hold that tuning for very long."
What the hell?!
I just sort of stared at him, he stared back.
"Yeah, good talkin' to you, man." He said with a roll of his eyes, and started to walk off.
"Wait!" I blurted, still shocked. "You wanna sit down? Maybe jam a little?" He looked over at the table of cheerleaders waiting for him, smirked back at me, and sat down. Mike was my wingman from pretty much that day on. At school we still ran in different circles, but in the afternoons and on weekends, he was always in my room with me. We'd jam, play video games, talk about music and chicks and just life in general. Mike played baseball because he was just sort of naturally athletic, but he didn't really care anything about it. Guitar was where his heart was, that much we definitely had in common.
I was born and raised in San Francisco, the weather was great, the city was beautiful, but I wanted more than anything else to follow my music and the logical place for my music to take me was to Los Angeles. With my grades, getting into UCLA after high school was a breeze and when I found out Mike had gotten in as well I was floored. The two of us roomed together all through college, the first year in the dorms then an off campus apartment after that. Mike majored in anthropology and I studied computer science. Neither of us was particularly interested in our field of study, because school was just our backup plan. Mike and I were focused, totally and completely, on making our careers in music.
He and I formed a band with a revolving door of members. We could never find people who were as serious about making it happen as we were. We weren't militant or overly harsh, we just understood the amount of work that went into making it in this business, and most people didn't. But we never seemed to be able to catch a break; drummers who wouldn't show, bassists who couldn't keep rhythm. I took over singing duties after our first couple singers only wanted to scream and not even try to carry a tune. However, along the way we did wind up with a few completed and recorded songs, which I proudly displayed on our Myspace, mostly because it was like pulling teeth to get it and the completed product was a testament to our perseverance.
We were essentially running in circles. LA is crawling with musicians, how was it possible that we couldn't find anyone worth a damn? Bored out of my mind, and mad as hell at our dilemma, I decided to take matters into my own hands. Putting my computer programming and web design skills to work, I started a forum for musicians to find other musicians, share songs, collaborate, and share common interest stuff. It started small, just catering to the greater Los Angeles area, but it took off and grew quickly. I was getting emails from people all over So. Cal asking me to expand. So eventually I did. First I worked my way south, to San Diego and surrounding areas then moved north all the way to Sacramento, San Francisco, and Napa. But it wasn't long before the state of California wasn't enough. I was getting dozens of requests to expand further, which I obliged, eventually branching out to cover the entire west coast. It was a lot more work to maintain a site so large by myself, but I was able to sell ad space which brought in a fair amount of income for me, so I was able to work less at my job waiting tables and spend more time maintaining the site whilst employing it to find band members of my own. All this happened over the course of a year.
College was coming to an end and Mike and I had a very serious decision to make; should we keep trying to get our foot in the door of the record industry or give up on our dream and go out into the real world? As graduation approached, I was getting a few job offers from IT companies around southern California and Mike had his various offers as well. When we both got pretty sweet deals in San Diego, we saw it as a sign; both of us would move to San Diego, join the working stiffs, but still pursue music on the side. Weekend warriors.
So, there was I was 23 years old, a college graduate, struggling musician, moving to another city with my best friend, on the brink of beginning my life. Whether or not that life was what I'd always imagined, I wasn't sure.
My job in San Diego was pretty mindless at times, but it paid well. I was a systems analyst for a software company, and a lot of my job was done on machines that tested systems and circuits. Sometimes there was a lot to do and I had more work than I could handle, other times I sat mindlessly clicking around on the internet looking for something to fill my time.
It was on one of those days when work was scarce that I came across the forum's newest member; AllSmiles19. She introduced herself to the forum as a singer from Seattle. She and some friends were mulling over the idea of starting a band and wanted some advice from others about the best way to get things off the ground. Most offered tips and pointers they thought might be helpful to her but, as with any internet forum, there were people who flamed her and were rude right off the bat. She wasn't scared away though, which scored her some points right from the get go with me, and was able to unleash a textual smack down that should have gone down in history. From then on, she was always a presence on the board, sharing the progress of her band, and offering help to others. She was sweet and motherly, her posts always had a tone of sincerity to them. For some reason I always found myself smiling when I read her contributions.
After a while, I started to notice that lots of people came and went through the forum but there were some that were constants. We talked and interacted online often, but really knew very little about each other. So I started a section I called "The Basement" designed for the sole purpose of getting to know each other, and establishing real relationships amongst the board members, talking about things other than music so that we could get a real feel for who was on the other side of the screen.
That section quickly became the most popular part of the board and those of us who were regulars became much like a family. Again, like on all forums, those assholes were always around, and there was little I could do to keep them away. Not that I really wanted to, they kept the place interesting. AllSmiles19 caught a lot of flack from those assholes, I think because of her genuinely good nature, she made for an easy target. She never said anything ill about anyone, unless something was said about her first and then it was on. I'd never laughed so hard in my life when I read her rip another guy to shreds for saying that another member's band sucked. She hated to see other people put down, and I liked that about her. If it was possible to radiate positivity through an internet message board, she did it.
I don't know why it hadn't been done sooner, but about a year after I started "The Basement" someone got the bright idea to start a thread for people to post their pictures, so we could put a face with a personality. I could be pretty rude and crass on the forums at times so I only showed parts of my face at a time so I wouldn't be easily recognized around town; just my eyes, looking up at my ever unruly hair, just my smile, or something mildly artistic that way.
I'd get comments like "FenderStrat is so mysterious" blah blah blah. There were a fair amount of girls on the forum and I have to admit that I loved the attention I got from them. Not only was the basement quickly becoming the most popular part of the board, but it was also quickly becoming more and more sexually charged. Again, which I guess is to be expected. I thought some of the girl's were cute enough to warrant a "That's nice," or "very hot" from me in the public threads, even though I knew that there was a lot of people sending private messages to each other. Sometimes I felt like I was running a dating service. I for one never sent messages to a girl on the board, cute or not, I didn't need to use the internet to find a date.
Of course I ate my words when I saw her. AllSmiles19, took a page out of my book and posted pictures of pieces of herself too; big, round, brown eyes slightly hidden behind swoopy chocolate colored bangs; a light pink tongue sweeping suggestively over slightly parted, oh so kissable lips. I hadn't even seen her whole face and I could already tell she was the best looking chick there. For the first time ever, I broke my own unspoken rule and sent her a private message, complimenting her on her lips and made some suggestive comment about what I'm sure they could do. I clicked send before I'd even thought the message through. Immediately I felt beyond dumb. But sure enough, a few minutes later she responded back.
AllSmiles19: lol I can do plenty with my lips, thank you very much. Too bad you'll never know. ;)
Eh… what the hell. Where's the harm in a little online flirting?
FenderStrat: Too bad indeed. You left quite a bit to the imagination. I'm sure you've gotten quite a few requests to see more.
AllSmiles19: I have. But I trade. It's only fair. I bet all the girls have been asking to see yours as well.
FenderStrat: A few. But I agree, it's only fair to trade. I hope the guys have at least been polite when asking for more.
AllSmiles19: Some have. Some haven't. Some have gone so far as to ask for nude pictures.
FenderStrat: And what do you say to that?
AllSmiles19: It's only fair to trade. ;)
FenderStrat: Of course. In the spirit of fairness, I completely agree. That being said, I totally would.
AllSmiles19: Oh really? Good to know. I'll file that away for future reference. And that tidbit will definitely come up again later, mark my words. Until then let's start by getting to know each other a little bit. Sort of the internet equivalent of buying me dinner first. ;) I'm Bella, btw.
We talked for a few hours that day, exchanging messages back and forth while I whiled away my time at work. I learned that the 19 in her screen name was the age she was when she joined the forum, she'd just turned 20. I told her I was coming up on 24 and she playfully called me grandpa after that. Our first conversation was fairly superficial, normal "getting to know you" sort of banter: where are you from? How long have you been playing? Favorite bands? What's your family like? Stuff like that. No detail was spared. I guess I didn't feel the normal qualms about sharing things about myself that I would in a normal social setting; I didn't know her, and she didn't know me. What did I care what she thought? Ah, the beauty and anonymity of the internet.
I thought that when I left work that day, I'd probably not talk to her again, but man was I ever wrong. The next day, I logged in to find that I had a personal message waiting.
AllSmiles19: Morning, sunshine. How was your night?
We talked all day while I was at work and she was in class. She told me about her band, how she'd been hesitant at first but once she had gone through with it, she told me how much she loved it. She was some kind of amazing I couldn't put my finger on. I'd still only seen parts of her, but after talking to her pretty regularly for a few weeks I could confidently say that I definitely had a crush on her. Yes, a crush like you have in grade school. Lame, I know. Our conversations were flirty, she would sometimes joke about that nude picture I told her I'd be willing to send from our first conversation, but they were otherwise innocent enough.
Though flirting with her made my palms sweaty, I still dated other girls. After all, Bella lives in Seattle, I'm in San Diego, that's about 1200 miles away, give or take. Though I was beginning to like her more and more, there was no reason why I shouldn't date.
A man has needs right? Also, Mike had started dating some temp from his office named Jessica, and it was starting to get a bit lonely with only my computer to keep me warm at night.
So one night playing third wheel with Mike and Jessica, I met a cocktail waitress named Tanya. She was definitely a good looking girl; strawberry blonde hair, blue eyes, killer smile, and a perfect ass; definitely a true blue, California girl. She was flirting with me, so why shouldn't I flirt back?
Her shift ended while we were still hanging out, so I invited her to join us. She was a sweet enough girl and seemed to hit it off well with Mike and Jessica so after a few drinks I asked for her number. Mike later gave me a hard time for not asking her back to my place, but that's really not my style.
Around that time, an acquaintance of mine wanted Mike and me to play a show at the opening of a new club so we called up a few guys that we'd sort of been playing with off and on to make a full band. Trying to be cool and suave, after talking to Tanya on the phone a few times I invited her out to the club to see my band play. What girl doesn't like a guy in a band, right? After promises of "putting her on the list" at the club, (I was laying it on pretty thick) she came to hear us play. I rocked out as hard as I could, tried my best to look like the coolest guy in the place, and from the look on her face as she hung back near the bar with Jessica, I knew she was hooked.
After our set, she gushed about how great we were, how she couldn't believe she'd never heard us before. She even told me that I looked incredibly sexy up on stage. I also couldn't help but notice how she took every opportunity she could to touch me, and how she stared daggers at any other girl who glanced my way. I'll admit I was pretty turned on by the idea of her staking her claim to me so quickly. She asked me about my influences, how long I'd been playing, what kind of guitars I used, and just about every question under the sun about the "band". Being the nice guy that I am, I tried to steer the conversation to talking about her, but she didn't seem to be having any of that. She only wanted to talk about me, my band, my equipment, and my songs. It was sort of nice, you know? A girl only wanting to talk about me, and not herself. She bought me drinks, she hung on my arm, and my every word and I ate every bit of that shit up. Who wouldn't?
That night, I did take her home with me. Or rather, I guess I should say she took me home. Tanya insisted that she see me home in my drunken state. I'll admit I was pretty blitzed but not completely wasted. But of course, a hot girl was volunteering to come back to my place, and I wasn't about to let my less than stellar blood alcohol level get in the way of that.
I wanted to remember this night so as Tanya drove my car, I did everything I could to sober up; I focused on the passing street signs as I gave her directions to my place, I counted street lights, I hummed along to the radio, I watched her lips move when she spoke. I had to make sure I was completely aware of what I was doing, so I didn't screw this one up in a drunken haze.
The freeway was pretty deserted, and she was driving relatively fast but the drive still seemed to be taking forever, but finally we got there. My tactics had worked to some degree, I still felt warm and loose, but my mind was more focused. Once I was out of the car, she came around to my side and put her arm around my waist.
"I'm okay to walk, really," I said with a chuckle.
"I know," was her reply, and she tightened her grip around me.
Mustering all the composure I could, I took my keys from her and unlocked the front door of the little house I shared with Mike. He was no doubt spending the night at Jessica's. He was a great wingman, like that.
I tried to play it cool at first. I didn't want to come on too strong, but who was I kidding? I hadn't had a decent lay in months, and Tanya was hot and looked like she knew her way around between the sheets. I was definitely going to enjoy this, but still – had to play it cool. I asked her if she wanted anything to drink to which she said she was fine.
What to do, what to do…
The room was starting go off kilter so I sat down on the couch and leaned my head back against the wall with my eyes closed.
Pull it together, Cullen. There is a smokin' hot chick here, don't blow it.
I heard a noise from elsewhere in the room, it sounded like something hitting the floor, followed by a few footsteps, then the springs on the couch next to me creaking. Next thing I knew there was a pair of legs straddling my lap, and warm lips on my neck. I exhaled loudly and relaxed further into the cushions. Whatever she was doing felt incredible; warm, wet kisses traveled up my neck to my ear and along my jaw. I placed my hands on back of her thighs and let them travel upward, over her tight ass, her back and shoulders and into her hair. She moaned against my skin, but with my buzz the sound struck me as odd; too exaggerated, almost. Whatever, I chalked it up to her being a little tipsy as well. Her kisses became more urgent, more sloppy. I must have gotten lost in my thoughts for a moment and wasn't responding the way she'd like, and she whimpered like a puppy against my skin. To make up for it, I tightened my grip on her hair and pulled gently, just enough to let her know I was still with her.
She let out a sharp gasp, then a high pitched giggle before whispering in my ear, "Oh you are a bad boy, aren't you?"
Wow, she's trying really hard. No worries, just go with it.
I let my fingers slide through her hair; it was thin and straight, but soft. She let out another exaggerated moan as she moved to the other side of my neck. I opened my eyes and saw my fingers tangled into dark, chocolate brown strands.
The light or lack there of, must be playing tricks on my eyes.
Suddenly, Tanya was attacking my mouth with hard, rushed assaults from her lips, and I was forced to push what I thought I'd seen out of my mind. She cupped my face in her hands and parted my lips with her tongue. I reciprocated her movements but I have to admit her enthusiasm was rather intimidating.
Fuck it. Just do this.
I moved my hands back down her body to her ass, and in one quick movement I stood up, she wrapped her legs around my waist and I took us both through the darkness into my bedroom. I dropped her almost haphazardly on the bed, and she immediately started to go to work on removing my pants. Had I been sober, it probably would have occurred to me to remind her that I'd just played in a hot club and hadn't showered, but tonight that kind of courtesy didn't matter. Practically before I had a chance to blink my jeans and boxers were around my ankles and she was going to work.
I couldn't deny that her lips felt good wrapped around me, and she definitely knew what she was doing. My head fell back as I took in the feeling of every caress her tongue and lips made against my cock.
"Edward," she said with a slight pop of her lips. "Look at me."
My head snapped up, and I looked down just in time to see the head of my cock disappear between a set of familiar, full pink lips, and a pair of warm brown eyes looking up at me.
Something isn't right.
I blinked hard to clear my head, and looked back down to see thin, painted, red lips, and blue eyes smiling up at me.
Since when does being drunk make you hallucinate?
Something was seriously malfunctioning in my brain, and I needed it to stop. To refocus on the situation in front of me, I stood Tanya up and started removing her clothes, piece by piece. Not that were was a whole lot to remove. While I worked at the thin, flimsy fabric of her midriff bearing shirt and denim mini skirt, she pulled my sticky t-shirt over my head so that I was now standing naked and at attention in front of her.
I let my hands explore her body; it was tight and hard – every part of her. She was thin, and her hip bones jutted out at sharp angles. Her breasts were hard and obviously fake; I could even feel the seam of the implant as I rolled it around in my hand. Without any clothes to obstruct my view, her tits looked like two perfectly round grapefruits sitting on her chest. I suppressed a shudder, but was distracted again by her breathy whisper in my ear, "Fuck me, Edward," she pleaded in a pouty voice she no doubt intended to be sexy, but it came out whinier than anything else.
My brain was sober enough then to realize I wasn't really into this anymore, but other parts of me hadn't quite caught on yet. She leaned back on my bed and spread her legs.
"Come here, lover," she said with a curl of her finger.
I lowered myself down on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist like a python and started to squeeze. It was uncomfortable, and incredibly unsexy but I'd come this far… too far to stop now, anyway. Luckily I was coherent enough to grab a condom out of my nightstand.
I got the thing on myself and prepared to take the plunge and she growled at me. Literally growled. And not like a primal, "please fuck me now," kind of sound. It was more like deranged feral cat.
Get in, get out. Note to self, there will not be a second date with this one.
The entire time we were having sex, I couldn't get past her strange behavior; she started out moaning softly once I'd penetrated her, which was nice, but that quickly turned into high pitched hoots with every thrust, interlaced with dialog from what had to be the raunchiest porn flick ever made. I couldn't stop; I couldn't be that guy who couldn't at least finish the job so I buried my face into the crook of her neck and focused all of my efforts on getting it over with.
I could feel my orgasm starting to build, thank god, so I gripped the sheets and picked up the pace for the home stretch.
"Yes, baby. Yes. Cum for mama," she panted in my ear. I rolled my eyes and speed up further, almost at my breaking point with her.
Finally, I peaked and experienced what was quite possibly the most anticlimactic orgasm of my life. I was happier that it was over than I was to have gotten off. I rolled off of her, sweaty and out of breath, onto the pillow beside her. Normally, I took almost greater pleasure in pleasing the girl I was with and didn't rest until she'd gotten off at least once herself, but this time I just wanted to pretend that it had all been a bad dream.
I felt her roll over and cuddle up next to me with her head on my chest, but I didn't open my eyes.
"You're amazing," she cooed in a sickly sweet voice that was really beginning to grate on my nerves.
And then I used the oldest, lamest line in the book.
"I've really got to be up early in the morning, so… yeah, I've got to get some sleep." Hoping she'd take the hint and leave, I remembered that we'd taken my car. Shit. And I was too tired, and too pissed off to get up and drive back across town right now.
"Its okay baby, I understand. You rest all you need. I know I'm going to need all that I can get after the workout you just gave me," she giggled and nuzzled herself even closer to me. And all I could think was "Work out? All you did was lay there and howl like a banshee, devil woman!"
Whatever, I made my bed and now I had to lay in it so to speak. At least for tonight. So I fell asleep with the most disappointing lay of my life next to me.
In the morning I woke up, stiff and grumpy and looked at the sleeping body beside me. To my surprise I wasn't completely revolted by her in the light of day. Tanya really was a pretty girl; her hair was messy and matted to her forehead, her lipstick and eye shadow had rubbed off in her sleep and she actually looked quite peaceful and innocent.
Now that's the kind of girl I want to wake up next to every morning, innocent and sweet. A line from some rap song popped into my head just then, "I want a lady in the streets but a freak in the bed." Yep, that pretty much summed it up. Tanya was a freak alright, but a fake one. She tried too hard to be "naughty" and she just came off comical and irritating.
Now comes the part I hate; the awkward drive back to her car. The obligatory, "I'll call you," line, with absolutely no intention of doing so. Hopefully with the clarity of sobriety she'd realize that it had been awful too, and we could just go our separate ways and save face.
I slid out from under her sleeping frame and set to work showering and getting dressed. It was still early, so I didn't wake her just yet. But I took the extra precaution of taking my clothes into the bathroom with me and locking the door out of fear that she might ambush me with a proposition of a second round. When I emerged from the bathroom, she was just beginning to stir in bed.
"Good Morning sexy," she yawned. I rolled my eyes.
"Good Morning yourself," I said back in the most polite tone I could muster. "I should probably be getting you back to your car pretty soon. I've got, uhh… a full agenda today."
"No problem," she said with a smile, and flung the blanket off of herself revealing her naked body. I averted my eyes down to the carpet as she got out of bed and walked over to where I stood. "No need to be shy now, Edward," she purred, placing a lingering kiss on my lips.
I had no idea what to say or do without being rude, so I just stood there lamely.
"You're too cute," she giggled girlishly and set about collecting her clothes from around the room.
After she was dressed and in the car, I drove her back to the club where I'd played the night before. A red Audi was the only car parked in the lot so I assumed that was hers.
"Edward," she said after our silent drive, "I had a fantastic time with you last night. Thank you for inviting me out. I really hope we can do it again sometime." Her voice was quiet, composed, and sincere. Where had this girl been last night?
"Yeah, sure," I muttered less than convincingly. She leaned across the console of my Volvo and kissed me softly on the cheek, and slinked out of the car. I watched her pull out of the parking lot and exhaled loudly. The best thing I could do would be to lose her number and fast.
When I got home, Mike was just getting in from Jessica's and he drilled me about how the night had gone with Tanya. I told him every gory detail to which he reacted to by nearly rolling on the floor with laughter.
"Oh lover, you're such a bad boy," he said in a breathy, high pitched voice while batting his eyelashes.
"Seriously man, it's not funny. I think I might have some mental trauma to get over after that."
A week or so went by and I didn't call her. I'd pretty much put the whole terrible experience out of my mind, until one night I made plans to play third wheel to Mike and Jessica, again, at dinner downtown and I got a call from Mike on my way over.
"I have to tell you something but you have to promise not to freak out," Mike said over the phone.
"What is it?"
"Jessica invited Tanya to dinner tonight."
"Fuck! Why the hell would she do that?!"
"They hit it off at the club that night. Jess has been burning up her cell phone minutes like its going out of style with her all week. The two of them, dude… you've created a monster."
"Shit, I'm going home."
"No, dude you can't. She knows you're coming, if you bail its going to be all awkward and shit. Just come, be your normal, charming self and it'll be fine."
"That's what got me in this mess in the first place."
"Don't be such a baby. Suck it up and come on. I'll buy you a drink."
"You'd better make it a fucking double." And with that I hung up the phone. Here's to a fantastic evening…
My blackberry buzzed in my hand before I'd even had a chance to put it down. What is it now…
1 New Email from AllSmiles19. Despite the shitty situation I was driving into, a reluctant smile spread across my face.
- Hey Stranger, where ya been? I've missed you.
It hit me just then that with the aftermath of the Tanya debacle, and being swamped at work I hadn't talked to Bella since… god, I couldn't remember when the last time was.
At the next stop light, I sent a quick email back.
You're right; it's been far too long. I've missed you too. I really wish I had more time to talk, but I'm a bit preoccupied at the moment.
The light turned green, and I pressed send. Before I'd driven another mile, it vibrated again; another message from her.
- Hot date?
Oh how I wished.
Hot isn't exactly the right way to describe it, but it's more or less a date. Unfortunately.
- Aww… poor baby. Not looking forward to it? Give me your number and I'll keep texting you all night. She'll get pissed and never call you again. Problem solved.
I laughed at first but then got to thinking that that really wasn't such a bad idea. How exactly do you go about telling someone that the reason you hadn't called them was because they were lousy, and downright scary in bed? It wasn't a conversation I'd ever planned on having with her, but it looked like I was going to have to now. But if I was distracted by my phone through dinner, maybe she'd just assume I wasn't interested, take a hint, and bow out with some dignity.
Would you actually do that for me?
- Lol of course, babe. Whatever you need. This must be one hell of a heinous setup.
You have no idea. Give me about 20 minutes, then start texting me. Anything. I don't care what it is.
- You got it. :)
I sent her my number and drove the rest of the way to the restaurant noticeably more at ease.
When I got to the trendy little bistro, I couldn't help but make the observation that this place was so not my scene. This was the kind of place where it was more important to be seen there than to actually eat there. I hated it already. This wasn't exactly Mike's thing either, but he's like a lost puppy when it came to Jessica; he'd follow her anywhere. And there they were, Mike, Jessica and Tanya, sitting out on the veranda underneath some hanging vines and Chinese lanterns. Mike and Jessica sat on one side of the table while Tanya sat next to an empty chair on the other side.
Here goes nothin'…
"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," I said, sitting down in the empty chair.
"No problem man, just hurry up and look at the menu. I'm starved," Mike said with a pat of his stomach.
"It's good to see you again, Edward." I jumped at the feeling of Tanya's warm breath directly against my ear. I turned abruptly to see her face just inches from mine, smiling devilishly.
"Uhh… yeah. Good to see you too, Tanya," I hesitantly said back.
"I'm sure you've been busy leading the rockstar life and all, so I forgive you for not calling," she purred.
Suppressing a shudder, I heard my phone vibrate on the table.
"Yeah, that's me. Rockstar life. Excuse me." I quickly turned my face away from how close hers was from mine, and snatched up my blackberry. Sure enough, a new text message from a phone number with a 206 area code. Seattle. Bella.
- So, is it quite as bad as you were expecting?
It seems to be, yes. Kill me?
- Not a chance. This is a good character building exercise, gramps ;)
You're full of shit, you know that? Believe me; if you knew her you wouldn't blame me.
After a few exchanged messages I finally looked back up to the others at the table. Tanya and Jessica were staring at me like I'd just murdered someone, and Mike sported an amused smirk.
"Uhh… sorry."
"Anyway," Jessica said with a roll of her eyes.
"So, Edward when are you guys playing again? Anytime soon?" Tanya placed a hand of manicured red fingernails on my forearm as she spoke.
"Probably not anytime really soon, actually. We're far from ready to play in front of crowds on any sort of regular basis," I said, glancing down at my phone as it buzzed again.
Tanya giggled flirtatiously and gripped my arm tighter. "Oh Edward, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You guys were fantastic last week. I would totally be your groupie."
Mike choked on the bourbon and coke he was drinking, sending splatters of liquid across the table. I had to suppress a snort myself, and covered with a nervous laugh.
- Let me guess… your typical superficial, fake California chick? Tell me, is she orange? I hear girls down your way are all orange. I don't know about you, but I like my dates to look like citrus.
Stop it! I want to come off disinterested, not a complete ass by laughing in her face.
- Oh she is, isn't she! That's priceless. Check her palms, that's the tell tale sign.
"I mean the way you handled your guitar up there, it was just so incredibly sexy." Tanya's voice brought me back to the present, and I glanced over to where her hand was still firmly attached to my arm, and sure enough there were unnatural orange speckles between her fingers. I couldn't help the laugh that slipped past my carefully constructed self control.
The girls looked at me quizzically again, and Mike took another long sip from his glass, obviously trying to hide a smirk.
"I'm sorry, Tanya. What were you saying?" I coughed.
"I was just saying that you guys are just too good to be unknowns. And you, well you need to share your sexiness with the world. I get first crack at you though," she giggled, suggestively.
Ignoring her comment, I shook off her hand and flagged down a waitress. After I'd placed my order my phone buzzed again.
- Uh oh, did I lose you to the allure of the spray tan? Or are you just taking a second to check that I'm right.
Damn you, and your rightness.
- You poor thing. I bet she's got plastic tits to boot, huh? You Californians are so predictable.
Not this Californian. I don't have fake tits, nor to a like them or want them.
- Well I hope you don't have fake tits! That would totally ruin this for me. So you're a naturalist? I think we'd get along just fine.
"Edward!" My head snapped up at hearing my name. "Why don't you try talking to your friends instead of texting all night," Jessica spat. I knew she didn't think the highest of me and now that I was being rude to her new BFF certainly didn't earn me any points with my best friend's girl. But in all honesty, I didn't care. All I was worried about was being rid of Tanya.
"Sorry, Jess. Duty calls you know."
"Yeah, because your job regularly text messages you all through dinner," she sneered.
"Duty, doesn't necessarily mean work," I said back with a condescending grin. "Don't mind me, guys. Talk amongst yourselves. I'm listening," and went back to tapping away at my phone. I almost felt bad for being rude to Jessica. Almost. But if that's what I had to do, that's what I had to do. She'd get over it.
You think? No silicone parts on you then?
- Not a chance. 36D. All natural. They're spectacular and not orange.
Is that so?
- Yes, that is totally so. Perhaps I should show you? Then you'd definitely be distracted.
I gulped. Surely she's not serious. She's right though, I'd never let this phone out of my sight again if she sent that.
"And I said to him, this is absolutely last season so don't even try to pass this off as something brand new." Tanya finished her story and she and Jessica giggled like a couple of hens.
"Heh, funny. Last season. Yeah," I chimed in.
You've got class, so I wouldn't ask for something like that but you have no idea how right you are. Distracted wouldn't even be the half of it. Distracted, turned on, frustrated, etc.
Mike sat quietly pretending to listen to the girls chatter away while he sucked down drink after drink, and I kept glancing down at the phone every few seconds, but it stayed silent for an agonizingly long time. While I tried to figure out what I could have said that might have offended her or scared her away, I smiled and nodded at Tanya and Jessica's conversation about shoes, or purses or some other mindless topic.
While the girls were engrossed in their own conversation, Mike kicked me to get my attention, and leaned across the table.
"Who the fuck are you texting? Don't leave me alone with all this girl talk, man!"
"I'll explain later. It's all part of the plan. Normally, you know I'd rescue you, but tonight you're going to have to take one for the team." Mike sat back in his chair and grumbled into his glass.
More time passed and still nothing. I wondered whether or not I should text her and apologize for whatever I did, because offending her was the last thing I wanted to do. But I thought if I actually had pissed her off somehow, she probably wouldn't want me pestering her.
The food came, and I reluctantly resigned myself to the fact that Bella wasn't going to respond and joined in the mundane conversation with the other people at the table. I was famished, but I'd all but lost my appetite now. Still, I picked at my meal to make it at least look like I'd eaten something.
My mood continued to sour as time dragged on. Mike tried to talk to me, but I wasn't much for conversation. All I wanted to do was get out of here and talk to Bella to try and figure out what I'd done, and explain that whatever it was it was just a misunderstanding.
Should I text her? I've got her number, maybe I should call her? Would that be creepy? Fuck…
Buzz.
My heart jumped into my throat and I nearly knocked my water glass over when I heard the sound I'd been missing for close to an hour.
- Sorry about that, didn't mean to leave you hanging. I got tied up on the phone, and then an impromptu photo shoot. But I'm a perfectionist and couldn't quite get exactly what I wanted so it took a while.
Photo shoot? For?
Jessica cleared her throat loudly, and banged her glass down on the table.
- For you, of course. Is this ample distraction?
I scrolled down a little further and sure enough, attached to the text was a photo of the most incredible cleavage I think I've ever seen. Little pearly teeth held one of her gorgeously swollen lips between them, leading my eye down the creamy, smooth skin of her throat and down to breasts that practically spilled out of a royal blue, satin bra. I bit my own lip at the sight, and sunk down in my chair.
I'm sorry, what? I think I may have forgotten how to breathe for a minute there.
- That was my plan all along. Death by tit pic. Muahahahaha!
I didn't think you were actually serious about that. You almost gave me a heart attack.
- Oops. My bad :P
Yeah, you seem real torn up about it lol. Dinner's almost over, give me a little while and you'll have my complete and undivided attention.
I stashed my phone safely in my pocket, and quickly scarfed down the contents of the plate in front of me, my appetite suddenly returning with a vengeance.
"Wow, Eddie. I didn't think you'd be so excited about this," Tanya asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining or anything."
"About what?" I said with a mouth full of food.
"Umm… hello? Earth to Eddie. We're going out, silly. Weren't you listening?" she giggled, while running her finger tips suggestively up and down the top of my thigh.
"Obviously not," Jessica mumbled.
"Out?" I faltered.
"Yes, out. Like, dancing. I want to feel those strong arms around me again." Tanya leaned over the arm of her chair so that I could see right down her top, and through the unnaturally wide gap between her breasts.
"Oh, sorry I can't. Something's come up."
"Aww… come on. Just one dance, pretty please?" She batted her eyelashes at me, and I smiled back curtly.
"You know Tanya, I'd love to. Really. But this is kind of important." I passed my credit card to the waitress when she came back by the table.
"Do you want me to come over and hang out while you're doing whatever is it that you're doing?" She was obviously grasping at straws for any way to spend more time with me. At that moment, I felt a slight pang of guilt in my gut but quickly brushed it aside when I remembered the last time she'd come over.
"Thanks but no thanks, Tanya. I'd be terrible company tonight. I've got tons to do, really. Raincheck though." The words were out of my mouth before I could reel them back in and I saw her eyes light up with excitement.
"It's a date," she said softly.
"Sure." I waved goodbye to the rest of the table and hurried out to my car.
I'm all yours now.
- I like the sound of that ;)
I didn't think you were serious about that picture.
- I'll admit, I've had a few drinks and my inhibitions are a little down. Plus, I trust you.
Didn't your parents ever tell you not to trust strangers?
- I've been talking to you for over a year, you're no stranger.
Still, that was the last thing I ever expected from you.
- One thing you should know about me. I'm pretty shy in person but there are two places I feel completely uninhibited; behind the mic and behind a keyboard. And in this case, a cell phone.
I don't recommend texting while driving, but I wanted to talk to her as much as I could. I tried to keep it to just while I was stopped, but it didn't exactly work out that way. I was too anxious to keep things going.
Good to know. For the first time ever, I think I'm glad there's a keyboard between us right now.
- First time ever?
I'm not going to lie and say I've never wished we lived closer to each other.
- I not going to either.
So you're drinking by yourself tonight? In just your bra no less?
- Yes actually. I didn't feel like going out, but I did however feel like drinking. Lucky for me I have quite the stash, and you were available to keep me company.
I think the lucky one is me for getting quite the eyeful.
- Remember, we had an agreement of fairness.
So we did. What exactly would you like in return?
My fingers tapped the keys on my blackberry with almost lightning quickness. Almost as soon as I'd sent something, I'd receive something back from her as well. And every time my insides would jump just a bit with excitement.
I've seriously got to calm down. It's just a damn text message.
- You said it yourself, I've got class so I'm not going to come right out and ask. But you know what I want.
Is she really asking for what I think she's asking for? I thought for a moment about what to do next. Playing it cool was definitely the best course of action here. Though I felt completely ridiculous doing it, I went to the bathroom and stared at myself in the mirror wondering what I should do. Finally, I decided that since she sent me a picture of her chest, I'd send her a picture of mine. It wasn't exactly what I think she was hoping for, but I didn't think she'd be disappointed either. I mean, I take care of myself. When your best friend growing up is a star athlete, it's pretty much inevitable that he'd drag me to the gym with him too, and I'm damn proud of the results.
I felt silly taking pictures of my bare torso in my bathroom mirror, like I was some attention hungry, myspace whore, but whatever. I couldn't be outdone. So I snapped a few, chose the best looking one, sent it her way, and waited.
A moment or two passed before my phone vibrated again.
- My clothes are in need of washing. Care to lend me your abs for a while?
Haha, you're welcome to come down here and use them any way you like.
- I might just take you up on that.
I'm having a hard time picturing you sitting there drinking alone. Nobody as beautiful and sexy as you should ever drink alone.
- Well aren't you the charmer? If you were drinking too, I wouldn't be drinking alone.
Now that I'm home, that can be arranged. A toast; to venturing into unknown territory. May it prove to be worth while for the both of us.
- I'll drink to that. What's your poison?
Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, yours?
- Rum and Coke. You're drinking beer, I'm drinking liquor. You've got some catching up to do.
If I didn't know better, I'd think you're trying to get me drunk.
- Me? Never. brb gotta throw on a shirt on and run out to my car real quick to grab something.
Aww… shirt back on? That's unfortunate. ;)
I got up and walked around the empty house. It was completely dark outside, and though the desert air was cooler now than it had been all day, the heat was still stifling. Mike and I kept the windows open to conserve energy and keep the cost of living down, but the heat wave was beginning to get unbearable. I could feel sweat beginning to form on my forehead and chest and turned on a fan to get some relief. The night air was enough to make anyone sweat, but that coupled with a very sexually tense conversation with a hot girl and I thought my brain was going to boil.
- It's raining buckets here. I got soaked going out to my car!
You might want to get out of those clothes. We wouldn't want you to catch cold now, would we?
- Way ahead of you. I just stripped down and I'm sitting on the couch wrapped in a blanket right now, shivering.
Hmmmm..too bad I wasn't able to help you out of those wet clothes.
- Tell me about it.
I think I will… I can imagine them now, clinging to you-skin tight… having to peel them off... and then the inevitable full body closeness to warm you up....
- Nothing warms quite like body heat. I'd love to be warmed up right now.
I stared at her last message for a moment, and then glanced over at the growing number of empty beer bottles on the coffee table. Maybe it was my buzz overtaking my brain, but I could swear that she was actually asking me to "warm her up." I read back through a few of her messages and everything seemed to be leading in this direction. Even in text form, the sexual tension between us was palpable. What the hell…
Well, then I would have to throw my arms around you, naked of course, to ensure the best heat transfer, and take your nipples one by one into my mouth, flicking them with my tongue to warm them up... of course my hands would be rubbing all over your body, from the backs of your thighs up onto your ass, to your lower back and shoulders.. if this didn't work, we could always lay you out on your bed, cover you with a blanket, and I could go under said blanket, manually warming various body parts with my mouth..
And the wait begins. If I had sent that message to someone I didn't really care about, it wouldn't matter to me what she thought, or if she told me to fuck right off for being a pervy asshole. But Bella was a completely different story. I didn't want her to think badly of me, but at the same time the mind is by far the most intense erogenous zone and on the off chance that she wouldn't respond with the textual equivalent of a slap in the face, this opened the door to some serious mind stimulation.
I waited, and waited, and waited for what seemed like ages. Until…
- The think your mouth would warm me nicely. However, I think you'll find that some places are warmer than others.
Well, she didn't tell me to go fuck myself so that's at least a good sign. Playing coy, I think, maybe one more little push in that direction…
So your core temp is still good? Hmm… well then
With the blanket still over me, I would delve into your pussy, finding that it was indeed a lot warmer than the rest of you. And furthermore, wetter as well. My tongue slithers its way as deep into you as it can. You feel my hands moving over your thighs, up your belly and to your heaving breasts. They begin to cup and knead as much of you as can fit in them, pressing them together. You feel kisses on your labia, and then a tongue parting your pussy lips and working its way up your slit, to your clit. I lick up and down you a few more times, with my hands still massaging your wonderfully supple tits.... my tongue plunges into you one last time to taste your honey.. I kiss your pussy, your clit, working my way up you... your belly button, the skin just below your tits, where my hands are still exploring. With my hands I pull your tits to my face, and begin to lick, bite and suck on them. My cock hovering just inches above your pussy radiates heat onto you. You can feel it getting closer to your wet, quivering slit, the head gently brushes your clit-a graze that sends pleasure up your spine, causing your scalp to tingle. Just as it subsides, you feel yourself being filled. My head comes out from under the blanket and I begin passionately kissing you, biting your lip, sucking your tongue and backs of your teeth. My hands come out and grab your face on the sides, pulling it closer to mine as my thrust has reached it deepest point. I can't physically be any closer to you at this point… flesh pressed against flesh... heat and lust consuming us both…
It was perhaps the longest text message I've ever sent, and it took me several minutes to type out. I'd close my eyes for brief moments and picture it; imagine that I was actually in the situation I was describing to her and what I'd do next. The more I thought about it, the more my imagination seemed to run away with me, and the more I could feel the effects of my dirty mind on my own body. I leaned my head back and thought, playing the words over and over again in my head, picturing a naked body of that same smooth, creamy skin I'd seen in her picture. I could almost feel the heat radiating off of her in my mind. I could almost hear her soft sighs of pleasure. I could almost feel her squirm with excitement beneath me. I wondered what she was thinking at that moment; if she was as turned on as I was, how she was going to respond.
After several minutes of reveling in my own dirty fantasy, my phone vibrated in my hand. I sat there staring at the screen for a long moment, without opening the message, dreading the thought of being rejected by her. But if I didn't check, I'd never know.
- You hold that position for a moment, and I can feel you throbbing inside of me, and my pussy throbbing around you. Your warm skin heats every part of me, every inch of me it comes in contact with as your mouth still gently but passionately probes mine. I kiss you back with equal fervor. I know we can't be any closer than we already are, but still I crave more. My arms wrap around your neck tightly and my hands find their way up the back of your neck and tangle into your hair. I pull slightly at the roots, pouring every ounce of lust I have for you into that simple kiss. I wrap my legs around you, my heels resting on your ass. You slowly start to move your hips against mine, slow deep thrusts into my pussy. Our mouths never part and I let out a soft moan against your lips while my heels dig into your ass spurring you to go deeper and deeper with each movement.
Finally, I feel like I can't breath and I break our kiss to come up for air. My head tilts back, exposing the smooth, skin of my neck which you immediately attack with your mouth, kissing and sucking on every inch you can touch then moving downward to my heaving breasts pressed between us and back up again. My fingers still in your hair, I pull you back up to my mouth and kiss you again. I kiss along your jaw to your ear and gently bite your ear lobe and whisper, "tell me how good it feels to be inside me" as my warm breath caresses your skin.
God, that was so fucking hot. What was a just a mild stiffness in my boxers before was now a raging hard on. Knowing that she was thinking about me the same way I was thinking about her, I wanted to practically explode with frustration. I felt like my body was on fire and the heat I was feeling had absolutely nothing to do with the lack of air conditioning. She left it opened ended… she wants me to keep going…
"Like heaven", I whisper back into your ear, as I drive into you further. My hands move along to your hair, pulling your head closer to me. I tell you that I want you to cum and that I want to taste it. My head lifts up off of yours and I begin fucking you at full speed, my pelvis slamming up against your clit with every thrust. I feel you getting tighter around me. So swollen, and dripping, I feel you getting warmer and warmer, until I can't take it anymore and cum inside of you. I'm still so turned on that I immediately pull out of you and quickly slide back down to your pussy, licking out every bit of the both of us, before coming back up to kiss you deeply and passionately. My face is covered in our juices, which you lick off of me-sharing in every last drop. We are both warmed to the point of sweating. I lick the saltiness off of your body and begin eating your still hot and trembling pussy. I want your juices all over my face. I want to be able to smell you every time I breathe in. I smother myself in your pussy and pull your legs close around my head. Your back arches and my hands work their way up to your heaving breasts and begin to pinch and pull at your nipples, my tongue sliding in and out of you, all round you.
I don't know where it came from; it was so primal and depraved. But I liked it. I imagined the flavor of her in my mouth, the way her body would move almost involuntarily against me, the sweat glistening on her soft skin. I couldn't even help the fact that my hand made its way down to release my cock from my jeans, and began to stroke it. I concentrated as hard as I could on the vivid picture in my mind's eye and blocked out everything else around me. I was so focused on my fantasy that I almost missed it when my phone went off again.
- I cover your hands with mine as we both pleasure my nipples. I'm moaning now, panting, and sighing. I try to tell you how incredible your tongue feels on my pussy but I'm so overwhelmed by pleasure that my mouth can't form the words. All I can do is lick my lips and taste us both, heightening the sensation you're giving me knowing that that is what you taste too. I squeeze your hands harder around my tits and manage to make out the words, "please... make me... cum... please" You delve further into my folds, furiously flicking my clit with your tongue until I'm writhing in pleasure. My hips buck wildly against your face spreading my liquid silk over your cheeks, mouth, and chin. Your hands move from my breasts to my hips, and your fingers dig into the flesh there in an attempt to hold me still while you work. "Please," I beg again, more desperate this time. When I thought your tongue couldn't move any faster or feel any better, you pick up the pace still and I'm pushed over the edge. My back arches again as my moans resonate around the room. My clit quivers against your tongue sending shockwave after shockwave of unparalleled pleasure through every inch of my body. Once I start to come down, and the euphoria subsides you start the task of cleaning me up. Licking every surface of my pussy clean of my juices and what's left of yours. You slide your sweaty body against mine as you come up for another kiss, our flavors renewed in my mouth as our lips touch.
Can I call you?
- Yes please.
I sat there thinking for a moment, replaying the scenario back in my mind. My cock was throbbing so hard in my hand it was aching; I needed a release. It had been ages since I'd been anywhere near this turned on, and it was all thanks to a girl well over a thousand miles away, no less. That thought alone was frustrating in an entirely different sense. All that aside, I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to hear if her voice was husky and deep when she was turned on, or if it was softy and breathy, or perhaps something entirely different.
I took a deep breath and dialed the number. After a few rings, the sexiest voice I'd ever heard picked up on the other end.
"Hello?" she asked tentatively, her voice soft and controlled.
"Hey… its Edward," I said back, nerves creeping into the edge of my voice. I heard her release a long breath.
"Edward,… you're very, very bad, you know that?" The control on her voice relaxing, and settling into a warm, breathy tone that simply dripped sex.
"Sometimes bad is good, right?" I said in reply, letting the sound of her voice wrap around me like a blanket.
"Sometimes bad is very good. Times like these."
"I was hoping you'd feel that way, because I sure as hell do."
"Is that so?"
"Oh yeah. Finding a woman who's got as filthy of a mind as I do is rare indeed."
"I do have a dirty mind – when properly motivated. It doesn't just happen. You should consider yourself lucky."
"I'd be lucky if you were anywhere near as turned on as I am right now."
"How turned on are you?" she asked, her voice dropping a bit in pitch as the words came across the line.
"On a scale of 1 to 10, I'd say about 15. You've got me absolutely throbbing right now, Bella."
"Say it again, my name. Say it again."
"Bella,…" the simple, small word felt incredible on my tongue, just as I'm sure she would as well. I could hear her let out a shuddering breath before she spoke again.
"I don't know what it is, but it's just so sexy to hear you say that. As if you could get me any hotter than I am right now…"
"I could try," I said unabashedly.
"And how would you do that?"
Throwing what shred of caution I still retained to the wind, I whispered, "Touch yourself, and do exactly as I tell you."
She whimpered softly into the phone, and I could tell she was seriously considering it.
"Bella, I want you. I think you want me too --"
"Mmhmm"
"Then touch yourself, and imagine that it's my hand. Imagine that it's my fingers gently caressing your clit, touching it so softly you can barely feel it, teasing you. Can you do that for me, Bella?" I hardly recognized my own voice; it was so steeped in lust and desire.
"Yes," she whispered.
"Good girl. I want you to think about my fingers tracing your folds, every outline of your sweet little pussy. I'd let one finger slide inside of you. God, you're so wet, Bella. And then another, sliding them in and out of you until I can feel you start to get tighter around me. And then, when I know you're getting close I press my thumb up against your clit like it's a hot little button until you cum all over my fingers." I started to stroke myself again, thinking about giving her pleasure and I could hear her breathing quicken. Soft sighs and moans escaped her lips and I knew that she really was touching herself.
"Bella," I whispered, softly but with an authoritative tone, "I want you to cum for me. With my fingers inside you, I want you to cum for me."
"Edward, I" she whimpered.
"Bella, concentrate. I want you so badly. I wish I were there doing this to you myself, but I can't be. Please gorgeous, just cum for me. I want to hear it." Her panting increased and grew in volume.
"Edward," she breathed.
"Bella," I said back, letting her name roll off of my tongue slowly and delicately. There was a moment of near silence and then I heard it; the sound of her orgasm. Moans and sighs wrapped around breathy variations of my name. I stayed quiet, just listening to the sounds of her pleasure and absorbing the tingles of excitement each of her little mewls sent down my spine.
"Edward," she rasped, completely out of breath.
"Fuck Bella, that was so hot, I really wish –" my phone interrupted my sentence with a loud beeping sound. I pulled it away from my ear, drops of my own sweat glistening on the screen, to see why it had done that just in time to see the screen go black, and the phone vibrate one last time before shutting off.
Shit! I mashed buttons frantically and the screen flickered to life only to flash the ominous message, "Charge battery" before fading to black again. I got up and dashed to my room where my charger was as quickly as I could with my jeans practically around my ankles. I must have looked like a complete idiot. I plugged it in and turned it back on. As soon as it came to life, a text message appeared.
- Umm... ok? I'm going to bed now. I guess I'll catch you around.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I could have sent her a text message back, surely she wasn't asleep already. But I had a feeling she was annoyed thinking I'd just abandoned her, and she'd probably turn her phone off. Instead, I grabbed my laptop off of my bedside table and sent her an email:
I'm so sorry, Bella. My phone battery died. Believe me, it was super hot for me. Please don't be angry. Call me when you get this. –Edward.
My euphoric high had burnt off with the malfunction of my stupid phone, but I was still in dire need of release. So I made my way to my bathroom for a cool shower and a reflection on the night's events.
Sooooo yeah, this wasn't exactly where I wanted to end this chapter because we're not quite up the the present yet, but it was getting a bit long.
So dirty, huh? Like you haven't fooled around with someone online. Come on, admit it! Both are only human, and attracted to each other, albiet from afar. Anywho, REVIEW! I'll love you forever.
Musical inspiration for this chapter is Attention by The Raconteurs, Like a Drug by Queens of the Stone Age, and Just a Little Heat by The Black Keys