Disclaimer: Stephenie owns it all, I just have fun with it.
Rating: M - there's a lot of sex talk and smut to come.
Summary: Bella is a virgin, everyone else isn't. Edward isn't a virgin but he's not completely obsessed with sex either. When they both meet sparks fly instantly sending both on a journey of sexual proportions.

A/N: To the reviewers, thanks so much for your lovely comments. This being my first fic it makes me feel accomplished that people are enjoying my work. Hopefully I can keep it going for you all :)

BPOV is huge in this chapter but I needed to get all of this stuff out there now.

CHAPTER 2 - Warm Baths

EPOV

The warm water massaged at the yearning in all of my muscles as my hand focused on one very obvious one at the moment. I leaned my back against the cold tile shivering at the touch at first but gradually settling in as it warmed against my skin. My left hand grabbed hold of the handle to the shower door and I planted myself firmly and got as comfortable as was possible. Once I was completely positioned my right hand resumed it's process of rubbing up and down my boner of shame a little tighter and picking up speed. This damn hard-on almost completely sabatoged my first day at my new school and definitely put a dent in Bella's opinion of me that much I could tell.

The thought of Bella and her pale smooth skin and light brown eyes sent my hand into overdrive. When she sat next to me in Bio I thought fate had rewarded me for being such a good sport about the move. My fist pumped harder as I went on imagining Bella doing things in place of my hand and I groaned into the thought. With harder and faster strokes my body fell into a rhythm of movement as my mind fluttered with the pleasure.

"Fuck." I moaned as my hand gripped even righter around my size as it glided up and down with ease. It felt so fucking good.

Even if this boner was a boner of shame, it didn't mean I couldn't enjoy it just a bit.

I rocked my hips along with the movement of my hands making small audible murmurs from my throat. I thought of every sexual thing I could; blonde bimbos in porn movies, my own sexual encounter with Tanya and of course Bella.

I pumped and pumped and could feel the pleasure curl my toes under my body as my muscles prepared to spring from pleasure. Everything grabbed for more traction as my hand worked furiously to finish.

By this point I wasn't thinking coherently at all. My brain was full of lust and pleasure so completely and I stifled moan after moan so it wouldn't be heard over of the low rumble of music You are the one by Shiny Toy Guns I think it was I had playing outside the shower.

Pump after pump brought me closer. My dick was sensitive to every touch and trembled under my hand with each pull up or down and back again. I slowed my rhythm to enjoy the feel of my hand wrapped around my length with the warm water rushing over every inch of my skin.

Finally the pleasure was too much and I pumped with no restraint groaning with every pull until I came against the shower wall, my whole body constricted with orgasm until lulling into pleasure filled convulsions. The warm water felt cooler against my skin as the effort made me sweat besides the heat. I cautiously gripped for the water tap while my hand soothed my cock. I turned the tap to cold and let all my release out once again as the freezing water made my muscles tighten then relax. What was it about cold showers and orgasms that were so much alike?

Before I finished with my coverup shower I let my breathing even. I let all the jelly in my body go away before I stepped out as I like to Fuck by Hot Rod and Tila Tequila played.

Remind me to thank Mike for adding that gem to my ipod

That was exactly what I needed.

BPOV

I let the warm water surround me and I nestled more comfotably into the tub. My eyes closed as I savoured the feeling of relief flow through my body. I wiggled my toes under the water and shook out my limbs gently not to disturb the water too much.

With my eyes closed I immediately pictured the scene in biology. How Edward's body twisted away from me, how his fists were balled with tension and his eyes were locked on the front of the class avoiding me. None of it made sense. Edward and I seemed to be hitting it off well.

What is wrong with me?

Was I not pretty enough? I had seen Edward leave the cafeteria with Jessica Stanley and her crew. Stanley must have loved that, every other boy in school flocked to her and her curls. Maybe Edward wasn't any different. Edward probably loved the attention he was getting from her.

I suddenly felt really inferior.

There was no way to deny that I lacked sex appeal. I did spend a lot of time avoiding the topic. Alice and Rosalie certainly reeked of sex appeal with their tight clothes, cleavage bearing shirts and overall general sexual confidence. They did have two of the most good looking boys in all of Forks. What they didn't have was Edward.

I subconciously slicked my hair and followed the movement to trace over my entire body.

It couldn't be that I was ugly. My hands cupped over my breasts which I felt were a substantial size for my age and, from what I heard, it was also a good thing for normal teenage boys my age. For awhile longer I poked and prodded myself in the tub before realizing my hands were turning into prunes and got out.

I dried myself haphazardly and stopped in front of my full length mirror.

Hmmmm.

The towel fell to the floor and I glared at my reflection. For one of the first times ever I stared at my naked reflection in scruitny. The poking and prodding resumed as I squinted and grimaced trying to find my sex appeal.

And then I wondered why sex appeal mattered so much now.

Why was I so concerned with sex appeal now when I spent so much time not talking about sex?

Nothing came at first but I as reached down to pick up my towel I caught a glimpse of my eyes in the mirror and I was thinking about Edward's topaz stare again.

Then I thought about Edward's topaz stare turned into an ice cold glare in the other direction away from my prying eyes.

Edward.

He was the reason I was standing naked in front of a mirror pondering over my insecurities. What looked like a flat out rejection sent my mind into defense mode. If I was honest, I hadn't really ever been rejected before. The whole avoiding sex thing didn't do much to help with boys and relationships. As if any of the boys in town could actually be in a relationship with a girl without wanting sex. I scoffed at the thought and finished in the bathroom ready to go to sleep and confront Edward in the morning.

***

EPOV

Waking up for school the next morning I cringed. I grimaced at my morning wood which I knew had something to do about the dream I had last night involving Bella and whip cream. My hands ran through my bedhead hair as I shook off the sentiment. I majorly needed some time to cool off. Maybe Carlisle wouldn't mind if I missed a day or two of school to recover from my embarassment and maybe even give Bella some time to reconfigure her impression of me.

It sounded like a good idea.

Without changing from my pyjama's I made my way downstairs and to the kitchen where I knew my parents would be.

They were embracing when I coughed to get their attention. Reluctantly, Carlisle unwrapped his arms from Esme's waist and kissed her cheek then acknowledged my presence.

"Why aren't you dressed for school yet?" he asked looking me over in confusion.

"Oh, um, I'm not feeling too well today. I was hoping I could stay home maybe recuperate a little" I coughed again to strengthen my case and I caught the flicker of suspicison in Carlilse's eyes.

Esme crossed the room and placed her hand on my forehead. To my benefit my dreams from last night left a thin layer of sweat caked to my forehead. The feel of Esme's hand against the skin was cool and comforting. She was a natural mother which made it easier for me to accept her as part of the family. Her hand explored my forehead and she replied before an answer could escape Carlisle.

"Oh sweetie of course you can. Looks like you have a bit of a fever, you're sweating."

My eyes darted to Carlisle in hopes he would take her word for it and leave it be. If he decided to be a doctor now instead of a father I would be screwed.

And he believed her. Oh what the joys of love can give a child.

I hustled out of the kitchen without eating breakfast. I knew Esme would leave something for me if I wanted it later.

When I got to my room I mentally patted myself on the back. I laughed a smug laugh and crawled back into bed where I knew my dreams were waiting for me in the comfort - and privacy - of my own home.

"Ahhh". I sighed into my pillow as my cold hand reached into my boxers and curled itself around my cock.

Today I was going to spend the day as a normal teenager with normal hormones and fuck myself silly with my hand relieving me of this sexual thirst before facing Bella again.

BPOV

Emmett reached lower until his hand was resting on Rosalie's ass cheek. He gave it a little pinch then slid his hand into her back pocket. This time it was my turn to roll my eyes as I followed behind them. It was one downside of having a ratty old truck for a vehicle - it spent too much time in the shop and I was stuck riding to school with Emmett and his girlfriend.

A second later Alice and Jasper caught up with us and fell into sync beside me.

My eyes scanned the cafeteria until it found Stanley with her posse of horny fiends for friends but no sight of Edward. Was he not in school today?

Alice noticed the flicker of disappointment flash across my face and she buried me in conversation in what I guessed was her attempt at distracting me.

"Bella, you look like crap. Did you not sleep at all last night?" she sounded a bit more curious than worried.

I hadn't slept much. And I guessed it showed.

Avoiding embarrasement I shook off her worrry and attempted to throw off her curiousity. "No Al, I didn't get much sleep. Charlie was on an overnight work thing and these two rabbits went at it most of the night". I scowled in Emmett and Rosalie's direction.

Which was a half truth.

The rest of the truth, which I refused to admit in public, was I was attempting to get into the whole sex thing. It was awkward at first straining myself to hear my adopted brother and his girlfriend go at it but I boiled it down to it as simply a teenage expieriment and blocked out the noises as coming from people close to me as just sounds coming from two people. When it still got a little weird I remembered a conversation I had with Rosalie and Alice about some new vibrator one of them bought. I mean if they did that kind of stuff on their own there should be no shame in me trying it out.

My answer was enough to stall Alice a while longer letting me zone out from another one of Emmett's sexually advanced monologues after my comment egged him on. I wondered how Rosalie standed the way he talked about their sex life like it was no big deal but then again it was Rosalie - any attention was good attention.

"Since you bring it up, I might as well enjoy the compliment. It's not often you praise me for something I do so well." Emmett's ego continued.

I rested my head on my arms and stopped listening. My food tray sat untouched. I wasn't hungry today. I was too disappointed to think of eating.

Last night was horrible. The single most awkward moment of my life. It made thinking about sex a lot easier to avoid.

I ran over last night in my head.

I had successfully blocked out Em and Rosalie's mumbled moans by putting in my headphones and turning on my ipod. I put it on shuffle and I settled in as sleep by the dandy warhols became background music to my thoughts.

"It couldn't be that hard to get myself off could it?: I had wondered.

The general idea wasn't hard to grasp but I had no clue where to start. My hand slid under my pyjama shorts and I caressed the outside of my pleasure spot through my panties slowly at first - curious. This was my first exploration to what I affectionately called Area 51 because it all seemed so mysterious to me.

At first it felt weird, unfamiliar but I applied a bit more pleasure becoming more comfortable as I rubbed myself. Feelings coursed through me I was sure I had never fully experienced before. Everything was so foreign to me as I ventured further and guided my hand and slipped them under my panties. The area was warm as my fingers did their exploring. As I expanded my area of exploration I noticed wetness growing between my thighs. My fingers caressed the spot and I immediately thought of Edward. When I lifted my hands I could feel the wetness was slick and kind of slimey. I wasn't sure if this turned me on more or if I should stop now. Was this normal? Then I remembered Rosalie saying something about Em making her real wet before they actually got to the sex thing. Was this what she meant?

I had no idea but it felt so damn good.

My back arched with the pleasure and I softly hummed against my hand but I could feel myself peeking. Then something happened, the pleasure didn't get more exciting. Instead it stayed the same on a plateau of 'what do I do now?'. I wasn't getting anywhere that much I knew. I rubbed a little more furiously and put more pressure on my clitorious. It was supposed to be where the pleasure originated but nothing exciting happened after that. Sweat beaded my forehead more with frustration than actual pleasure.

I was fighting a losing battle and I wasn't winning tonight. I remembered hearing let it be by the beatles admit my defeat before giving up and trying to sleep.

Alice nudged me in the ribs startling me from my very realistic memories. I must have been really caught up in my thoughts because when I looked up the whole table was staring at me.

I looked away redfaced and blushing. I must have been humming. And I was right.

"You were humming in your sleep." Alice confirmed, but I wasn't sleeping just remembering. "You alright Bells?"

"Just fine" I lied but she could tell. I grimaced at the rest of the table to stop staring and each darted their eyes in every which direction but mine. They weren't going to push it today, I was thankful for that.

Today was going to be a long day.

I leaned nochanlantly near Alice's ear and whispered.

"I'll tell you about it later" I promised.

***

School ended just in time. Edward never showed in biology so I spent the entire time planning out what I would say when I saw him. I also tried to plan out how to talk to Alice about masturbation and my failed attempt at it last night. I wondered if something was wrong with me, if my body just wasn't meant to reach that peak I've heard so much about and so much of what it sounded like from Rosalie when she spent the night when Charlie wasn't home.

Those were the moments I had wished my best girlfriend wasn't my adopted sister who lived in the same house with me. A sleepover would be so convienent at those moments.

The car ride home was the same as usual. Emmett was blasting music rich with sexual undertones. Nothing shocked or surprised me about what Emmett would listen to as long as his favourite hobby was mentioned. It only made me slightly uncomfortable and I shifted awkwardly in the seat as Flex by Mad Cobra wouldn't even let the sex issue slide. More than once it repeated that it was time to have sex. Was it just me or was the heater up to high?

I couldn't be happier to be home.

We pulled into our driveway and I all but ran inside and into the comfort of my own room. I'd deal with Alice later- that I knew was inevitable. For now I just needed time to breathe.

I dropped my bag on my desk chair and sat down in front of my vanity mirror. I knew Alice wasn't going to let me off the hook about the whole lunchroom scenario and there was no way to escape her enquiring mind no matter how hard I tried.

Again another reason I wished my best friend didn't live in the same house.

A blush coloured my cheeks as I went over how to ask another girl how they liked to touch themselves and how they think I should go about it. What were the right ways to massage the clitorious and get to the good stuff? Gosh, I felt so naive and uncomfortable. The collar of my shirt seemed to tighten and I pulled at it to loosen it a bit. To cool me down I waved my hands like a fan when that inevitable moment came and Alice was at my door holding back the urge hop into my room.

"Come in" I called to her and in no time she was sitting crossed legged on my bed ready to spring.

"You're going to tell me what you were humming about today aren't you?" she asked innocently enough without sounding too eager.

I took a deep breath in trying hard not to blush again when I answered her.

"It's kind of embarrassing Alice."

She could tell when I used her full name I was being serious about something. Her tiny frame scrambled to the end of the bed to get closer to me.

"Bella, go on. You know can talk to me about anything." The look in her eye told me Alice had been anticpating this conversation for quite some time. Probably longer than the time in the hallway when she caught me in the hallway day dreaming.

Another deep breath in and I began.

"Itriedmasturbatinglastnighttoseewhatitfeltlike" I blurted out in an incoherent sentence.

I sighed and took in Alice's perplexed expression and started over a little slower.

"I tried masturbating last night to see what it felt like."

Alice nodded her head to get me to continue so I did.

"But I don't think I did it right. I mean.. it felt good but there wasn't like a moment where I uh..felt it. - it just sort of plateaued."

"Did you rub your nipples?" Alice probed.

I was kind of taken aback by her bluntness but we'd already gotten past the awkward stage when I started the conversation.

I took in her comment realizing it was just my right hand doing all the work. I pursed my lips at why nipples were important to the equation when I heard Alice exhale from her place on the bed.

"Look Bella if you want some pointers I'd be happy to help. Masturbation is a normal human activity and it's great for when your boyfriend is out of town, trust me. You just need some practice. And when you're ready I can help you with the big stuff too."

The blush in my face faded away. Talking to Alice about all this wasn't as hard as I had made it out to be. We were over that hurtle now.

This was one of the reasons I loved living with my best friend. They were always an armslength away.

I got up from in front of my vanity and joined Alice on my bed to continue our discussion. For hours we talked about masturbation and I was excited to find the chance to put Alice's tips into practice.

EPOV

I had to be honest, my hand was pretty uncomfortable when I was done masturbating myself into exhaustion. If Carlisle didn't think I was sick earlier this morning, the strain in my face would be all to convincing.

All this me time was to get my sexual tension out of my system so it wouldn't catch me off guard every time Bella was in my vicinity. It seemed funny to have to do so but I really did want to get know her and I figured having a raging hard-on the entire time would stand in the way of that.

I was right about Carlisle though, when I walked into the kitchen for dinner Carlisle's suspicision was erased as he saw me make my way slowly to the table. I was sluggish and the exertion of orgasm after orgasm had left me with small bags under my eyes and I internally was grateful for having an out if I needed another day away with my hand.

"My my Edward, did you get any sleep at all today?" Esme asked in her most tender voice as concern rose in her face.

I saw her hand wrapped around Carlisle's under the table. Esme and Carlisle were still a little weary of PDA when I was around. They thought it made me super uncomfortable to watch my father with another woman so soon after my mom left. I didn't care much either way. My dad was happy and Esme was hard not to love.

"Yeah, son you look like crap" Carlisle replied recieving an agile nudge in the ankle from Esme.

I chuckled at Esme's protest to any sort of bad language. Carlisle smoothed her hair from her face in apology while I chowed down on my dinner.

I would need my strength if I wanted to make it to school the next day.