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BPOV
"We need to talk."
He looked up startled from his book. "Why?" He gasped.
"Edward, you know why."
He sighed. "I know."
I sat down next to him on the bed. "Sooo…where to begin…heh."
He blinked at me.
"Ok, so even though I don't like Riley, all this cheating has not been ok. I tried to call him today, but the tard left his phone here, and its expensive to call over to Britain, so that's just gonna have to wait."
"So, what about us, after you guys break up?"
I got butterflies in my stomach.
"Well…what do you want to happen?"
I was so nervous I thought I was going to barf.
"I want you," He whispered, tugging me closer to him by my waist. He snuggled me up next to him and kissed his hickey he'd made on me. "I like that I did that to you," he murmured.
"I like it too. And I want you, too, Edward, but I feel wrong, cheating and all. Plus, you do realize were gonna have to keep all this a secret, right? Cause Emmett is not gonna be ok with us getting it on, ya know."
"Of course we'll have to keep it a secret, but that's half the fun right?" He smiled a sneaky smile. I pouted. He resumed his kisses on my neck.
"Well, I mean, like were gonna be exclusive right?" I fidgeted with his shirt.
Oh shit, what if he hadn't meant he liked me? That he just wanted me for sex? SHIT!
My panic attack ended though when Edward laughed and said, "obviously".
"So, I guess you're kind of like, the other guy," I laughed.
"Guess I am. Anyways, can I kiss you now?"
My stomach flipped. "Mmhmm."
So we kissed. And this was the best decision I'd ever made.
And soon, our kissing led to him taking my shirt off. He slowly palmed my boobs and I took his shirt off. He was so toned and it made me want to lick his abs.
"Edward," I sighed.
He sucked my ear lobe into his mouth and the movement went straight to my clit, which was pounding. I was so turned on.
"I'm so glad you're all mine now," he whispered as he took off my pants.
My stomach flipped again and I smiled.
After my pants were off, he began stroking me over my panties and I was a moaning, panting mess as usual. Yah know, just being my sexy self.
Not.
Anyways.
Pretty soon, Edward tore my panties off and buried his face between my thighs. "You taste so good, B," he mumbled into me. The vibrations did delightful things to my clit and I grabbed his hair a little firmer.
"Edward…shit, yes!"
He flicked my clit and I moaned louder.
"Shh, B, you don't want to someone to catch us in such a compromising position, do you?"
I tried to quiet myself, but that proved near impossible, when Edward began fingering me with two fingers and actually nibbling on my clit. The things he could do. And with his free hand, he was pinching my nipple, which was driving me insane. His head looked fantastic between my thighs with his eyes shut and it almost looked like he was savoring the taste.
All too soon, I had come, twice, and I was exhausted. Edward began his usual, humping against my leg routine, but I thought it was time, I jack him off, in a manner any other inexperienced whore would: Awkwardly and probably shitty.
I flipped us over and kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, and loving that it was me who was making him this hard.
I took a deep breath and trailed my fingers down his chest, over his abs, and on top of his rather large bulge in his jeans.
His back arched off the bed and he made this adorable whimpering sound that sent a shiver down my spine. With shaking fingers, I slowly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. I ran my hand over the bulge in his pants again and he cursed loudly. I smiled, hoping I was doing something right.
I began to pull his pants down and gasped when he was finally exposed.
He was long.
And like really thick.
Plus, it looked different than I was expecting. It wasn't gross, like all the ones I'd ever seen online. It actually kind of made me horny to look at it.
"Edward…you're really big," I said slowly and refrained from face palming myself at what an idiot I am. I sounded like a four year old.
"Oh shit." He groaned when I trailed my fingers over his bare dick, surprised to feel how soft and hard it was all at the same time.
I realized with horror that I had no fucking clue what I was doing.
So I told him.
"Edward, I have no fucking clue what to do from here out, I've never done this before…"
"Wait, you and Riley didn't...?"
"No, we just dry humped…nothing ever this extreme, ya know," I felt my cheeks heating up. 16-year-old virgin here.
"Ok, just wrap your hand around me," I did, "yes, fuck, just like that and add slightly more pressure and just stroke up and down, yes, shit, Bella, just like that. Gah, so good!"
Edward pulled me toward him and kissed me while I continued my strokes, feeling more confident after I swirled my thumb around the head and he nearly jumped off the bed.
"Bella, fuck this is so good, but I need you to get the lotion out of my nightstand and put in on the hand that your using, for lubricant," he panted, while clutching at my tits.
I leaned over him, with my boobs right in his face and got the lotion out.
"Hey, this is my missing lotion!" I called out, realizing it was my Silky Whimsy lotion from Olay. I'd been missing this. "Did you take this from my room?" It had gone missing weeks ago and I had been looking everywhere, too lazy to just go out and buy a new one. Money doesn't grow on trees, ya know.
Now that I think about it, technically money, does in fact, grow on trees. But at the same time it doesn't.
You know?
Edward brought me out of my inner musings. "Yes, I used it, cause it smelled like you, but please Bella, I need you," he moaned opening the tube and putting a bunch on my hand.
I smiled that he had taken it cause it smelled like me. I followed his earlier instructions and became a bit more into the strokes than before. The lotion made it 1000 time easier to get this shit done.
"Oh! Fucking shit! Yes, harder Bella! Please, baby, I need you."
His voice was so deep and raspy; I wouldn't have recognized it, if I didn't know that it was coming from him. My stomach felt like it was going to fly away with all the butterflies and my arm felt like it was going to fall off. Too much strain.
I didn't mind though. I took a moment to realize that I was jerking off Edward Cullen. The fucking Edward Cullen. My inner "woo girl" woo-ed.
Dream come true. Seriously.
Edward was mumbling incoherencies but a lot of them sounded like curse words.
"Fucking shit, YES!" He growled when I decided to cup his balls and lightly massage.
I looked at his face and almost came.
His hair was everywhere, he had a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, eyebrows knitted together, eyes shut tight, and his pink swollen lips were open. His face screamed that he was in pure ecstasy and I was so excited that it was because of me.
"Bella, I'm so fucking close. Harder, faster, please baby!"
I sped up my movements and soon, Edward came on his stomach and a little on his chest, moaning my name.
So that's what sperm looks like. Huh.
Gross.
I'm really glad I had never done that with Riley cause otherwise I would have barfed on him. Only Edward could probably pull this off.
I reached over him again and grabbed a conveniently placed tissue from his nightstand and cleaned him up. Once I was finished I threw it in the trashcan and pecked him on the lips.
"So this is like so weird," I commented when he pulled us under the covers, with us both naked, post coital, and snuggling. I mean, we had snuggled together, but not after we had just given each other orgasms. So, yeah…
"I think it's more like awesome. I mean, Bella Swan just jerked me off. Not every guy can say that," he smiled then kissed my forehead.
"More like one guy can say that, and that's you."
"You were a natural, B. Seriously, it was amazing. Thank you."
I was running my fingers over his abs, simply because I could now. I mean I could before, but that might have been awkward.
Anywho.
I suddenly felt shy. I'd just done unmentionable things with Edward fucking Cullen.
"Hey," Edward whispered, bringing his hand under my chin and lifting it up, making me meet his green eyes.
They were just so pretty. He was just so pretty. I could hardly bare it.
He bent his head forward and gave me the sweetest kiss I'd ever received. Like, for reals, I almost cried. I would have if I weren't smiling so damn big that it was making it hard to kiss him.
"I want you to know, that I like you for more than just the sexual stuff. I've liked you in every way possible for a long time now," he finished with a kiss on my nose.
"I've liked you like that for a long time too," I said quietly, slightly hiding behind my hair, feeling incredibly vulnerable.
"Now you get all shy? I'll never understand you," he pretended to be annoyed, but his smile gave it away. He squeezed my waist and ran his fingertips up and down my sides.
"So, Edward, how does it feel to be the other man?" I asked, cause I'm a dork.
I pretended to hold up a microphone to him.
"No comment," he mumbled into my hair.
We spent the rest of the night talking about nothing and eventually feel asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
~~0~~0~~
"Yo, Edward! Dude, why is the door locked? Do you have a chick in there?"
My head snapped up so fast, at the same time as Edwards that we loudly collided heads and let out quite "fucks", before we looked at each other with horror.
Emmett was outside, getting ready to bang the door open.
"Get under the bed!" Edward whispered, terror shining in his eyes.
"I'm not gonna fit!" I shoved my clothes under the bed, and wrapped a sheet around me while Edward threw on his boxers. He forced me onto the floor and slid me under the bed. I suddenly became claustrophobic and was trying to hold on the panic attack that was threatening to overcome me. It happened whenever I was under intense stress. So a lot.
Emmett continued banging on the door and finally Edward growled out, "Dude, hold the fuck on! I just woke up".
I heard the door open a minute later and it was quite. I was scared they were having a silent conversation and any minute Emmett would be flipping over the bed and dragging me out, and locking me up in a cellar.
"Well, where is she?" Emmett asked.
Shit. Fucking hell.
"Who?" Edward asked.
I couldn't detect any strain on their voices, mostly because I was surrounded by dirty clothes and under a bed, so everything was a little muffled.
"Well, you obviously have a girl in here, otherwise the door wouldn't have been locked."
"Dude, calm yo tits. I don't have any girl in here. Haven't for months. You'd know if I had."
He was lying though his pretty teeth.
Emmett clunked around the room and beside the bed. I panicked when I saw his Mickey Mouse socks literally inches from my face. I also held back a laugh at how he still wore his "lucky" Mickey Mouse socks. What Rose saw in him, I'll never know.
"Hmm. Seems as if you don't have a girl in here." I saw his feet walk toward the closet and he violently pulled the door open. "Oh, you really don't have a girl in here. I know there's no one under the bed, cause any girl you'd go for, tits wouldn't fit under that. Anyways. Have you seen Bella?"
Hey! I had like C cups. How big had the other girl's tits been?
And how many other girls were there?
"Um, nope. I saw her last night though. She said she was gonna head out early in the morning," I heard Edward say.
Idiot. All he could had to say was no, that he was asleep.
"But her cars still here?" Emmett questioned.
"Um, yeah, for like a jog or something. I don't know."
I rolled my eyes. Edward was such a dumbass. Emmett would never buy that I went for a jog. I never do physical activity. Especially not in the morning. Anyone who knew anything about me knows that.
Emmett laughed. "Bella went for a jog?" He asked incredulously. "Yeah, maybe when hell freezes over. Alright, anyway, if you see her can you tell her that there's a note for her from mom? K, catch you later dude. I'm going out with Rosalie."
I heard the door shut.
A few moments later, Edward was pulling me out from under the bed.
"Did you know you're a tard?" I asked. "I've never voluntarily jogged in my life. Not once."
"I panicked, okay? I was under intense stress!"
"Whatever. Ok, I'm going to go check that note." I started to walk out of the room.
"Bella? You do realize you're in my sheet still, right?" Edward smirked at me.
"Oh…right." I hurried and got dressed, went to my room, threw on my jammies, and went down to the kitchen.
Bella,
Jake and Kate are coming over at 11 to go Christmas shopping with you. Be ready.
-Mom
Why the hell did she leave a note? She could have just texted me to call her when I woke up. Jeesh.
Also, why the fuck were my friends scheduling hang out time with me with my mom?
I'm surrounded by freaks.
I went upstairs to get in the shower and ran into Edward as he was coming out.
Coming out of the bathroom, not the closet, you perv!
Jeesh.
He smirked the sexiest smirk I'd ever seen at my pajamas that may or may not have had sleeping sheeps with eye masks on.
"Cute."
I blushed. "Well, if you'll excuse me, I need to clean myself." I tried to brush past him.
"I don't think I'm done with you yet. I want to keep you all to myself today," he bent down and placed kisses on my neck that were quickly ruining my resolve.
"I d like that," I gasped, "but…I have to get ready. Kate and Jake are going to be here soon and I'm not anywhere near ready, clearly."
"I'm ready for you, baby," he groaned, pushing his hard member against my hip.
I bit back a moan.
Just when I thought Edward couldn't get any sexier, he did. How my ovaries haven't exploded yet, I don't know.
"Edward, its after 10:30, they're getting here at 11," I forced myself to say. I didn't want to stop.
He sighed. "Fiiiine. I'll let you go this time, but as soon as you're home, you're mine for the rest of the day."
"Sounds like a plan, Stan."
He flexed his hips against mine and left with a dramatic sigh. I got in the shower, annoyed and horny, and especially not wanting to go Christmas shopping.
~~0~~0~~
My feet hurt and so did my wallet.
Not having a job was a serious killjoy around this time of year. I mean, not having to work was fantastic, but the lack of money flow was not. I got an allowance, but twenty dollars doesn't cut it for a teenage girl in today's society, ya feel?
Kate had been going on and on about some guy She had met on her ski trip in Colorado on her ski trip last week and I think Jake and I were going to officially go crazy. If I heard the phrase, "and he was just so dreamy" one more time I was going to slap a hoe.
"And the way he kissed, oh my gosh, it was sexy. Like his bottom lip was so plump and his tongue was so soft and-" She ranted.
Jake interrupted with a loud "We get it!" Kate looked a little offended.
"Well shit guys, sorry, I was trying to tell my best friends about an amazing guy I met," she pouted.
I rolled my eyes, but put my arm around her anyways and told her I didn't mind, even though I fucking did mind. I missed Edward and I wanted to go home.
We walked past Guess and Kate just had to go in, so in we went. Jake and I parked it on the chairs by the dressing room while Kate took in about twenty pairs of jeans to try on.
"So, I see you're sporting another hickey today. That Edwards a biter, huh?" Jake waggled his eyebrows and I just about died. How embarrassing.
I wrapped my hair around my neck so he couldn't see and tried to control my raging blush.
"Oh, don't be a prude. I knew after I dropped you off you two sex monkeys would be at it again. Whatever. I've voiced my opinion."
"Are you sure? Cause you're opinion on my life matters the most," I replied sarcastically, cocking the bitch-brow.
"Don't start something with me, Bella. I'm not in the mood," he used his stern voice, while towering over me.
I sat straighter in my seat, despite the fact that he was still a good eight inches taller than me, sitting down. That tone of his instantly pissed me off. "You're the one who keeps bringing up my personal life, so you could have fooled me."
"Bella, I'm just trying to let you know you're making a mistake. Someone is going to get hurt and there's a good chance its going to be you. You know this, we've talked about what a player Edward has been."
"Jake, stay the fuck out of it. Edward and I have talked recently. You wouldn't know cause you weren't there because it was personal stuff. Why do you even care what I do?"
Jake and I have always gotten in fights because Jake is older than me, he thinks he has a right to boss me around. Well, in a Miley fashion, I let him know I can't be tamed.
"Because that's what best friends do Bella. They care about what the other one is fucking up with. They try to help them. So, sorry if that's annoying, but at least someone is looking out for you. Edward obviously isn't."
That did it. "Kate," I called out, "Hurry. I want to go home right now."
"Ok, geez, hold on!"
Jake and I glared ay each other for a moment, until Kate came out. "OK guys I'm re-, of shit, what happened between you two?"
She must have seen the look on our faces.
"Nothing," we replied at the same time.
~~0~~0~~
After an awkward and silent car ride home, Kate dropped me off back at my house and I recognized a familiar looking car in the driveway.
I let myself in and made my way to the kitchen.
Sure, enough, Dale was standing there, next to Edward and Emmett.
See, freshman year Emmett and Edward had pledged for a frat, but decided it wasn't for them half way through hazing. I think they just didn't have the balls to do whatever the hazing was, but that's just my opinion.
Anyway, Dale was the freshman recruiter, since he was like a legacy or some shit, and even though Edward and Emmett didn't join, they stayed friends with Dale.
Dale the douche.
Douchey Dale.
D-bag Dale.
Its natural.
Dale, in a word, would have to be frat boy.
Or is that two words?
I don't know. Anyfuckingway. Dale wore Ralph Lauren 365 days of year, occasionally a sweater around his neck, and Sperries for all occasions. He was tanned all year round and had a tennis court and access to a golf course from his backyard. He was just that kind of person you felt a natural pull to just punch in the face.
Occasionally, he could crack a good joke or something, but it was far and in-between. I don't know why the guys kept contact. Probably because he was filthy rich.
"Hey," Emmett mumbled out between a mouth full of pretzels. Edward smiled and Dale waved.
"HI," I sighed, sitting on a stool and grabbing some of Dale's beer. "You don't mind do you, DD?" I asked after already having a sip.
FYI, DD stands for Douchey Dale. Of course he doesn't know that. Only Edward, Emmett, and…Jake do.
I took another swig when he smiled creepily.
"Um, Bella, no," Emmett swiftly ripped the beer out of my hands and looked at me in disgust. I shrugged and unwrapped my scarf from around my neck.
"How ya been, Bella?" Dale asked coming and sitting next to me, too closely for my liking.
"Shitty."
Whenever I had a fight with Jake it ruined my whole day.
"How? You have a British boyfriend and its almost Christmas," Emmett butted in.
"Oh, well in that case, my life has been fantastic and I love every second of it," I mustered up the fakest, brightest smile I could and DD laughed while Edward and Emmett stared at me.
I ignored them all.
"What the matter?" Emmett asked.
I rolled my eyes, not wanting to talk about my personal shit, but at the same time wanting to be a chatty Kathy and announce my problems to the world.
It's a hard knock life.
"Were gonna keep bugging you till you tell us," DD nudged my side and acted as if he was in our group.
If DD wasn't careful he was going to get a knee in the crotch.
I sighed. "I had a fight with Jake."
"About what?" Edward asked.
You.
"Stuff." I knew I was being a bitch, but I couldn't help it. I kind of wanted to cry and this was my natural response.
Edward looked confused. I would be too if I was him.
"Wait, is Jake your boyfriend?" DD asked nosily.
"No."
"Oh, then who is he?"
Couldn't he take a hint?
"My best friend."
"Oh well, you guys will work it out, I'm sure." He rubbed my back and I tried not to blatantly flinch away from his touch. Edward looked like he might bite off DD's hand.
"Well, were gonna watch a movie if you're interested in joining us," DD offered.
"Um, thanks, but no thanks. I'll see you guys later."
I ignored the look Edward sent me and went to my room. I grabbed my warmest sweater and iPod and went out my window, with my cigarettes in hand.
I grabbed my phone at the last second, in case Jake decided to apologize, or something.
I turned on Coldplay and blasted the music, and for just a moment, everything was ok.
I was enjoying my cig, and myself even though it was freezing, but it was easier to deal with things in times like this. Even though what I was dealing with wasn't a big deal, at all.
"AHH!" I screamed in terror and dropped my cigarette off the roof when I felt a hand touching me. Practically pissing myself, my eyes popped open and my head turned to see who the hell was out on the roof with me.
Of course it was Edward.
I ripped my earphones out. "Holy balls! You scared the shit out of me!" I clutched my heart; afraid it was going to literally beat out of my chest.
"Sorry," he smiled unevenly, "I wasn't trying to scare you. I called you a couple times, but I guess your music was too loud."
"Clearly."
I waited for him to say why he was interrupting me.
"I wish you wouldn't smoke," he quietly stated after a few minutes of silence.
That's what he scared the shit out of me for?
Douche.
"I know."
Again, I knew I was being a bitch and I felt bad, cause Edward hadn't done anything, but he was the cause of my fight with Jake.
Actually I guess I was, for being a loose whore.
"So what's wrong?"
"I told you. I had a fight with Jake."
"So that's why you're being such a bitch?"
I couldn't even be mad at him for calling me that. It was plain and simple; I was being a mega bitch.
"Yes, Edward. Jake is my best friend in the entire world and he's mad at me and I'm mad at him so its kinda fucking up my day."
"You wanna talk about the fight?"
Yes.
"No."
"Would you rather just be alone?"
I considered this for a minute, but decided being by myself was more miserable because all there was to think about was the fact that Jake thought I was a whore.
"No."
He sighed. "I don't know what you want Bella."
I looked at him and saw that he was really trying here. His cheeks were rosy, his nose was scarlet, and he was shivering, but he was out here trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Jake was wrong, Edward was looking out for me. He liked me for me, not just for sexual stuff. Said so himself.
I motioned for us to go inside and then I led us to my bed, after locking my window.
I intertwined my legging clad legs over his sweat pants and intertwined our fingers under a blanket.
"So what's DD doing over here?" I asked after a while.
"Oh, he just popped in to say hi, his family was doing some thing that he didn't want to so he's staying the night tonight."
"Aren't they wondering where you went?" I asked pulling him closer, so he wouldn't take that like I wanted him to go.
"I told them I was coming to check on you. They didn't think anything of it."
He kissed down my temple and my nose and finally stopped at my lips. We kissed for a while, until things started getting too heated. After that I went and hung out with the boys for a while, watching a bunch of action movies and being kind of bored, but enjoying it at the same time since Edward was always touching me in one form or another.
Around one in the morning I got a text from Jake telling me to let him in my front door.
"Want me to come with?" Edward whispered, when he saw the text.
"No, its ok. Me and him need to talk privately."
I hurried down the stairs, half scared that Jake was going to tell me I was a whore again and break up with me.
Break up like our friendship. Just to clarify.
I opened my front door, freezing in my leggings and cable knit sweater. There stood Jake, leaning against the porch wall, shivering.
"We need to talk."
I nodded and gestured for him to come in. I led him past the media room, where the boys were, who all gave Jake a dirty look, and into my bedroom. I quietly shut the door.
We sat down on my bed. Me cross-legged facing him, and him sprawled out, facing the ceiling.
"So, I'm not cool with this whole fighting thing," Jake announced, throwing up quotation signs around the word fighting.
"Ditto," I replied quietly.
"Its kind of bullshit. I mean, you know I'm only trying to look out for you B. You're my best friend, I'm protective, but it's also my job to point out when you're making a mistake."
I bowed my head, unpleased to find myself agreeing and understanding what he was saying.
"Jake you know I'm a bitch. I can't help it; it's in my blood. I'm sorry, I just, I go complete bitch when I feel like I'm being told what to do and shit."
I really hoped he understood and would forgive me.
"I know."
A few minutes of silence passed by. "So, do you forgive me or what?" I finally asked once my patience had run out.
"Even though I want to stay mad at you, I just get in such a bad mood when we fight. So I officially declare our fight over."
"Hooray!" I cheered while hurling myself into his open arms. We snuggled, because we do that, and I was so glad we had made up.
"I hate it when we fight," I whispered into his neck.
"Ditto."
"Jake, please tell me I'm not a slut."
He sighed. "Of course you're not a slut, Bella. You love Edward. It's ok. Don't feel bad because I'm a hypocrite."
I hugged him tighter. "I love you, Jake."
"I love you too, B."
I don't know what I'd do without him.
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Hello, lovelies. Sorry my chapters are taking so long to put up. School started so a bunch of shits been going down, unfortunately chapters will probably be posted weekly from now on, unless I don't have a lot of homework.
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