Hi! I'm glad so many of you liked the last chapter. Bella sure is a curious one!

Endless thanks to Astro, Sophiacorgi and Twilly.


"Can I take off your shirt?" I ask breathlessly, internally fistpumping when Bella image of her breasts has been burned into my mind since I saw them a week ago and, after being interrupted by Bella's dad calling her last time, I can't wait to feel them. I strip off her shirt and try to unhook her bra, grateful when she takes over after a solid minute of my fumbling with the clasp.

Then her breasts are there, all bouncy and soft (except for the nipple) and perfect. I tell her as much and she squirms like she's uncomfortable. I kiss her until she's writhing for a whole other reason, and then I bring my hand up to brush against her boob.

"Can I touch it?"

She nods and I smile, letting my palm cover her flesh. It's all squishy, and I have to resist the urge to squeeze and make a honking noise.

I don't think Bella would appreciate that.

Instead I let her adjust to the heat of my hand on her, hovering over her body as she scrunches her face up. I change position slightly - I don't want my hand to get sweaty if I leave it in the same place - and it elicits an "Oh!" from Bella. I repeat the motion, letting my broad palm swipe across her nipple. I trail my fingertips down to brush over it, swallowing when she moans. We kiss lazily, our mouths moving slowly as I tease her breast with my hand.

"Can I put my mouth on you?" I ask, putting pressure behind my touch so she knows what I mean.

"Isn't that weird?"

"They did it in the video."

She stares at me for so long that I think she'll say no, but then she nods unexpectedly. I kiss her throat, and then her neck, moving down to kiss her breast. I'm gentle at first, testing, and then I let my tongue swipe across her nipple when she doesn't protest. Her hands fly down to my hair, giving me the courage to suck and lick as much as I want. Judging by Bella's moans, she likes it a lot.

She begins moving her hips under me after a while, causing her pelvis to come into contact with mine and driving me crazy.

"Can I take off your jeans?"

She inhales sharply but says yes, moving to help me get them off her. She lays before me with blue cotton underwear and flushed skin, breathing hard as she watches me look at her body. I realize then that all the Googling in the world still hasn't prepared me for this moment, and I decide to try a different tactic.

"Do you think you could show me?"

Her eyebrows draw together slightly in confusion. "Show you?"

"How you… like to be touched?"

She looks as embarrassed as I feel, but I want so badly to make this good for her.

"Well I wouldn't know, Edward. I told you I've never done this before."

I clear my throat and scratch my jaw. "What about when you, y'know, touch yourself?"

She practically recoils, her head pressing deep into the pillow. "I do no such thing!"

Now I'm the one confused, because seriously?

"You don't touch yourself?" I ask, wondering if it's even possible. I can't imagine not doing it.

"No! Isn't it gross for girls to do that?"

"What? No, Bella. That'd be sexy." My eyes lose focus as I begin to image Bella's small hand drifting between her thighs, teasing the curls I can see pressing against her thin cotton underwear.

"Sexy?" she asks, snapping me back to reality. She looks positively alarmed now.

"Uh, yeah. You touching yourself would be what fantasies are made of."

She tilts her head to the side and takes a deep breath. "I do it sometimes," she confesses quietly, averting her eyes as if she's ashamed. I can't help but groan at the thought.

"Show me."

She brings her eyes back to mine. "Really?"

"I have no idea how to make you feel good, Bella. I need you to show me. I showed you," I say, trying not to whine.

She bites her lip, making me all too aware of how much I'm asking her to give me. I'm asking her to be completely vulnerable, totally open and uninhibited in front of me. I can only hope she says yes.

I lean down to press a line of kisses above her underwear, hoping my obvious attraction convinces her.

"Okay," she says after a few minutes. "I'll show you."

I help her peel off the last of her clothing, kissing her when she sits forward. I've always been awkward around people - never knowing the right thing to say or how to really behave, but with Bella that's beginning to fade. I feel comfortable with her, in a way I haven't felt with anyone else.

I hope it's just because of all we're experiencing together, because the idea of it being caused by something else terrifies me. Bella snakes a hand between our bodies, but it's not enough. I push into her lightly, pressing her back into the bed, and then I move down to kneel between her spread thighs.

"What on earth are you doing?" she asks, trying to close her legs even though my body is in the way.

"I'm seeing," I tell her, moving forward to have a better view.

"And you have to be so close?"

"I need to see it from all angles, Bella. It's like a maze down here. The ones on Google didn't seem so complicated. I'll never know where to touch unless I can see what you're doing."

I hear something that sounds a lot like swearing before I see a shaky hand slide down her stomach and dip lower, and then I'm the one cursing as I'm presented with wet flesh and Bella's fingers skimming over it.

I bite my tongue so I don't freak her out by saying the words running through my mind - that she's pink and so fucking perfect, that I can't wait to touch her. Instead I settle for watching how she moves, listening to her breathing and remembering what makes it faster. She soon forgets to be shy, losing herself in the pleasure of her movements.

I kiss the tense muscles of her upper thigh, bringing one of my hands up to help touch her. She makes these soft noises, little whimpers from the back of her throat whenever her fingers brush a spot near the top, so I try my best to find it. I know I've succeeded when I hear a gasped Edward, and I make sure to move my finger exactly the way Bella was. Her noises become deeper as she circles her hips. I lick my lips as I look at her face, all screwed up with her eyes shut. I use my other hand to push one finger inside her, careful to be slow.

How she feels around my finger is nothing short of incredible. It's wet and tight, and I know immediately that I'll jack off to this memory a million times. I keep up my motions as Bella's movements begin to get even more frantic, until suddenly she freezes. I'm worried I've done something wrong, but then she lets out this long moan. I feel her coming around my finger and have to fight coming in my pants.

Again.

Moments later, her breathing begins to slow. I withdraw my finger carefully. I haven't gotten off, but I feel satisfied anyway. Bella's face is flushed and pink, and I'm content enough to stare at that - as long as she'll ignore the fact my boner is about to bust through my jeans.

"Thank you for showing me."

"Do you want me to touch you too?"

"No," I tell her. "I'm happy like this."

I rest my face in the softness of Bella's stomach as she sighs. There's an unshakable realization that what we shared today signals being one step closer to having sex, and with it, that mine and Bella's arrangement will be over.

My heart races as she runs her fingers through my hair, and that's when I know I can never go back to knowing her as just a girl from band.


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