Chapter eight: The wonder of the panties.
He tells me he got back to his father's house an hour after he had dropped me off. He had stopped at a nearby supermarket to pick up some painkillers and a liter of milk. Nothing is proper about Edward so he washed down the pills with the milk drinking from the box. By the time he got to his father's house all he wanted to do was lie down, try and regain some of his energy. He has forgotten about the panties for now.
He had gone up to his fathers' bedroom just to try and buy some sleep but he decided to first slap some water in his face. He had just wiped it with a clean towel when he cast his eyes to the floor and saw my lace panties buried between the bath and the basin stall. He picks them up with a smile, his mind immediately being transferred to last night.
He can recollect how they ended up here.
We had just finished having sex for the first time, too embarrassed to walk to the bathroom naked I slipped on my panties. He had been watching very intently- oddly aroused by seeing I like that. I am happy when I see him coming in. He gets that charming smile across his face. I know this is our first night together but I am bound to fall for that smile all the time.
BELLA: Now the lady can't use the bathroom.
EDWARD: Oh no the lady can as long as she allows the gentleman to use it along with her
BELLA: There's a gentleman here?
I laughed as he closed the distance between us, pulling me in to kiss me fervently. He had been just a little physical this time round but I respond just as keenly. He is showing me his very different features. He is such a passionate lover, attentive and ample. He had me against the wall in approximately… 0.5 seconds. He continued to eagerly kiss me as his hand finds its way inside my panties. I find myself arching up when his fingers start exploring my insides. I break the kiss.
BELLA: Didn't you just cum in less than 5 minutes ago.
EDWARD: Well aint you the one that had to parade around in that sexy underwear of yours… now you must know I have a major weakness for lace.
BELLA: You have a major weakness for lace.
EDWARD: All the time when I see it… especially as underwear on a beautiful woman. We both share a laugh.
This is such a light moment it feels like I've shared many nights with him like this. I pull him in closer.
BELLA: You can't rip these panties.
EDWARD: I can't.
BELLA: You can't!
EDWARD: Why not?
BELLA: Because they are my favorite panties.
EDWARD: You have favorite panties.
BELLA: That surprises you. You don't have a favorite pair of undies?
EDWARD As a matter of fact no… (They both laugh)
BELLA: I suppose that's normal.
EDWARD: Why is it your favorite?
BELLA: Well for one its lace… (Edward laughs)… and two it's very expensive. You can't rip it off because it cost me a lot of money.
There's roaring laughter again.
EDWARD: Ok you can't keep them on anymore.
BELLA: I realize that!
EDWARD: That's fine, I'll be careful then.
And he does slip the off imitating a flair and flamboyance of Italian football- filled with technical brilliance and efficiency. To slide them completely off me he sits me on the toilet seat and carefully gets rid of them. He stops only to look at me, I smile at him.
He will later tell me that he knew from that moment on that I was someone he was going to have a difficult time getting rid of. He gently parts my legs, leaning in to kiss the inside of both my thighs. My arousal rises but it was to reach its peak only a few minutes later when his tongue finds my insides and tortures me to thrilling and haunting pleasure. I writhe as his tongue probes deep into me touching those sensitive places that stir up a moan.
A climax is imminent. I start to tremble, shivering like a leaf as I reach my peak. He is not dispirited by my weakness, he gains momentum very keen to bring me to my second climax in seconds and this he achieves without any obstacles. He leans in to kiss me in the mouth, giving me a taste of my own secretions.
EDWARD: Now you know why I love it down there.
We both laugh and I bring him closer to me for a kiss. This is the most attention I have ever received from a man and although at that point I thought I would never see Edward again, he is someone I am going to have a hard time forgetting.
Edward says he retrieved the panties on the floor with a smile. He says he found it comical how I could have forgotten where we left my favorite pair of panties. There are many defining moments in a person's life. Edward believes his moment was the minute he discovered my panties there.
A moment he's now labeled 'the wonder of the panties'.
He would admit to himself that as awkward as this morning was he didn't mind last night. Why is it possible that he has already forgotten Terry who up until last night he thought was the woman he was going to spend his life with? But if he remembers having such a great time last night as the fact that he is thinking about me right now signals that he did indeed have a great time then that must mean he made this morning more awkward than it needed to be.
But why? Why did it feel awkward? Was it because it was a one-night stand? He's had one night stands and they never felt awkward before because well they are one night stands, you don't have to live up to anything as should be the case with Bella right? Is it the fact that she's black that sets her apart from the rest? That cannot be it. She's not the first black girl he's been with and apart from that, he prided himself of being colorblind.
Jacob is his best friend and he is "black"…at some level. It's not the color of her skin that is a problem.
At that time it begins to dwell on him, the real reason why this morning felt weird is because it didn't feel weird at all. He actually enjoyed having to wake up and see her. The way he had experienced her smile last night, he realized now that he hadn't seen anything quite as captivating as that. He realizes that he had hurried out of his sleep just to make sure he sees her again. What felt weird this morning is not that he was sober and having had to deal with a woman who is suppose to be a one-night stand.
What felt weird was that constant urge he felt just to ask her to stay, spend one more night in his presence, less drunk and more present? There are some moments from last night he is always going to struggle to remember. What a shame! He rather enjoyed himself last night.
EDWARD: I didn't get a number or anything.
He does think:
EDWARD: I know where she lives though…
He's still wrestling with that. Just imagine the shock in her face when he comes in unannounced after she had behaved like she couldn't wait to get rid of him today, he is certain that surprise will be unwelcome.
EDWARD: Why would a woman like that give me a chance anyway?
He asks as he looks at himself.
EDWARD: You don't know where your life is going; you don't know who you are. She's stable, she's not complicated. What could you possibly offer her?
Annoyed and angered by his own face, he puts his hand in the mirror, blocking his face. Some have told him that he is a strikingly handsome young man but from this moment it is simple to see that he doesn't hold himself in high regard.
