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Chapter Ten: Bad Boyfriend

I've got a fever

Come check it and see

There's something burning and rolling in me

We may not last but we'll have fun till it ends

C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend

I wanna hear you call out my name

I wanna see you burn up in flames

Keep you on ice so I can show all my friends

C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend

So ripe so sweet come suck it and see

But watch out Daddy I sting like a bee

I know some tricks I swear will give you the bends

C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend

My fever's rising you ran into luck

Say what sugar

You wanna get what?

I'm wanna give you one hundred and ten

C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend

It's wild the way you tease me

It's wild the way you free me

It's wild the way you reach me

Wrapped me up in your wire from the start

You've got the women waiting in line

I'm not asking you to make up your mind

But I can make you happy at least now and then

I've got something special for my bad boyfriend

If you can't love me honey go on just pretend

I've saved something special for the very end

If you can't love me honey go on just pretend

C'mon baby be my bad boyfriend

-"Bad Boyfriend" by Garbage

The morning after my dream about Edward I decided I was spending far too much time worrying and I decided to take a trip into Port Angeles to go to a museum. The one upside of the summer was realizing how much I liked spending time by myself as long as I had something to do. The museum kept me occupied for most of the day and I felt better when I got home. Less jittery and anxious.

That night when I got home I told Edward about the dream and he chuckled. "Well, I promise, I don't have any deep dark secrets, particularly of the supernatural variety."

I laughed. "I kind of guessed."

"So was it a nightmare?" he asked.

"No, it didn't frighten me. Startled me, yes…but frankly it was more…erotic," I admitted.

"Hmm, interesting."

"What can I say; you make a very hot vampire."

He laughed. "Good to know. I'll keep that in mind for next Halloween."

"Yes, Edward as Dracula. That should get you all of the girls."

"At least it would get you. So would that make you Lucy or Mina?"

I laughed. "Maybe a little of both."

"The vixen and the virgin. I like it."

I laughed. "Something like that."

"So does that mean if we ever did get a chance to hook up again you'd want me to bite you?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe? What kind of answer is that?"

"A very non-committal one."

"So I noticed. You're very good at that you know."

"Being evasive?"

"Yes."

I changed the subject. "So what about you? What did you do last night after we hung up?"

He laughed. "Like I said. Evasive. And what do you think I did? The same thing I do every night after talking to you."

"Shower?" I teased.

"Well yes, but it's a question of what I did IN the shower."

"I suspect it's rather similar to what I did after I woke up from that dream," I said dryly.

He sighed. "What I wouldn't give to be sitting on the tree outside of your window for that."

"How do you know there's a tree outside my window?" I involuntarily glanced over, expecting to see him perched there watching me.

"I didn't." He chuckled. "Although I do now. I just took a wild guess. There are a lot of trees in this part of Washington you know."

"True," I admitted. "But back to your creepy stalking."

"Theoretical stalking…"

"Does that make it better?"

"Much.

"I think it just means that not only are you a perv, you're an inept one who can't actually climb the tree outside of my window to stare longingly at me. You just dream about it."

"At least I don't get off dreaming about vampires."

"Vampires are infinitely more desirable than pervy stalkers."

"What if I was a pervy stalking vampire?"

I threw my head back and laughed. "I'll have to get back to you on that one."

"So what did you do today?"

"I worked for a few hours at the library. And then I drove into Port Angeles to check out the Fine Arts Center."

"Did you go with friends?"

"No, I went by myself."

"You should have invited me, I would have gone."

"Really?"

"Yeah, definitely. It's a great place, small but they have some nice exhibitions."

"Are you sure that would have been such a good idea?"

"Because of the wrath of Rosalie?"

"Yeah.

"I dunno. Maybe not, but I would have gone anyway. It's not like I'm talking about sex. Just going to an art exhibit. Friends can do that right?"

"Aren't you the brave one?"

"All part of the vampire mystique."

"Of course."

"So you had a good time there?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did. I kind of like going to museums alone anyway. I can take as long as I want to study the pieces I really like and pass by the ones that bore me. I'm not always into all of the contemporary art, I'll admit. But I find the glass works fascinating."

"I've never seen an exhibition on glass," Edward said.

"Yeah, they had some works by Dale Chihuly."

"Who?"

I laughed. "Dale Chihuly, he's a glass sculptor originally from Tacoma I think…he does these crazy amazing pieces. He's very famous actually. You should check out some of his work. You

can google it."

"I am googling it, thank you. Wow…that is some interesting stuff. I kind of like it though."

"I know…I wouldn't have thought I'd be that interested in it, but I find it fascinating. Although

there's a lot of talk that he's become completely over commercialized now. He lost the use of one of his eyes so he can't do the work himself anymore. He just does the designs and a team does the actual glass blowing."

"I didn't realize you were that into art," Edward said.

"I love art. Not so much making it, I can't paint or draw that well, but I absolutely find it fascinating."

"Me too. I'm considering doing a study abroad for my final semester at U of W, and I really like the look of the one in Rome. I just can't imagine a better place to immerse myself in art and music."

"That would be incredible. If you're not careful I might just stow away in your suitcase," I teased him.

He laughed. "Sounds good. Do you think it would still count with Rosalie if we were in another continent?"

"Probably, but nice attempt at finding the loopholes."

"I do try."

"I have to say I'm very surprised. I would have thought you would have just moved on by now." I was joking, or at least sort of joking. I was continually surprised that Edward bothered to talk to me when he wasn't really getting a whole lot out of it.

"You obviously don't think very highly of me, do you?"

"It's not that," I said defensively. "I just can't fathom why you bother with me."

He made a disapproving noise. "You really need your head examined, you know that? You're gorgeous and smart and funny and very memorable in bed. I'd have to be an idiot not to."

I wasn't sure what to say. Compliments from Edward made me vaguely uncomfortable. "Well thank you," I finally managed.

I think he sensed that I was uncomfortable because he changed the subject. "Hey, it looks like there are a bunch of Dale Chihuly works at the Seattle Art Museum too. We should go sometime."

"Sure. That would be nice," I said, surprised. Edward never quite said what I expected him to. He continually surprised me, just one of them many reasons I found him so fascinating.

Every time Edward and I talked we flirted a little bit more, and it got harder and harder for me to remember why I wasn't sleeping with him. Several times I nearly caved and I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling him that I wanted him. But a random memory of Rosalie would surface and the pain of losing her would remind me. I felt guilty. Even talking to him felt like a betrayal. But I couldn't seem to stop myself. As our conversations got more and more flirtatious, I found myself dreaming about him more frequently. One night when we talked it crossed the line past just being flirtatious.

"God Bella, I just want to touch you, taste you..." he sighed.

"I want that too, but you know it's a bad idea..."

"I know, I know. I'm sorry." He sighed. "Look, how do you feel about it, if we just kept it over the phone?"

"You want to have phone sex?" I asked, surprised.

"Uh, yeah," he admitted. "I'm going crazy here."

I bit my lip. "Um, hmmm, I've never done it before."

"How about for now you just listen? Touch yourself while I do the talking, and if you feel comfortable with it, you can join in."

"Alright." I shifted nervously on the bed, a little apprehensive, but still turned on by the idea.

"Just tell me to stop if you aren't ok with it."

"Ok."

"What are you wearing?"

I stifled a laugh, it seemed so cliché. "Boyshorts and a tank top."

"Mmm, I bet you look gorgeous. First I want you to get comfortable."

I shifted a little until I was lying on my back.

"Ok."'

"Touch your breasts. Gently at first, over top of your shirt." I let my fingers slide across the roundness there. "Is that good?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"Now under your shirt. Touch your bare skin."

"Mmm," I murmured.

"Are your nipples hard?" I brushed my fingers across them and they tightened into sensitive points.

"Yes."

"I want to taste them, run my tongue across them, feel them tighten in my mouth."

"Uhh," I moaned.

"Wet your fingers and touch them."

I licked my fingers and dragged them over my hard nipples. "That feels so good."

"Take your other hand and slide it down between your legs. Touch yourself over the fabric. Are you wet?

"Yes." My voice was breathy and uneven.

"Rub your clit for me."

"I'm so turned on Edward," I gasped.

"Me too, I'm so hard thinking about you touching yourself. Do you want more?"

"Yes. Please."

"Now touch yourself under the shorts, feel how wet you are."

"I can feel it down my thighs." I moaned.

"God, I wish I could taste it, lick it off of your thighs, all the way up to your pussy. You taste so good Bella."

"Fuck," I gasped, my fingers sliding faster across my aching skin.

"Tell me what you're doing." His voice was starting to sound strained.

"Playing with my clit. A finger on either side of it, sliding back and forth."

"I wish I could see. I want you to put your finger inside. Just one at first."

"Ooohh."

"Does that feel good?"

"Yes. Not as good as your fingers though."

"God, I know. I'm stroking my cock and I want it to be you."

"Fuck that's hot."

"Add another finger."

"Uunh. I'm getting close, Edward."

"Add a third finger. How does it feel?"

"Full. But I want your cock instead," I gasped.

"I know, I want to feel you wrapped around me. Your tight wet heat moving on me. Shit I'm getting close too."

"I want to hear you come," I begged.

"I want to hear you too. Please Bella, come for me. Fuck yourself harder."

"Shit, I'm coming, Edward...oooh god...yes." I whimpered as I came.

"I am too." He groaned loudly. "Wow."

"Yeah." I was still a little stunned at how hard I had come.

"You ok?"

"Yeah, definitely."

"Good. I just wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable."

"No, that was pretty hot," I admitted.

"I agree. There's only one thing that would make it hotter."

"What's that?"

"If I had a photo of you to stare at."

I laughed. "A nude photo?"

"Well, I was just thinking you in lingerie, but hell yeah...I wouldn't turn down a nude photo of you, that's for sure."

"Hmm."

"Is that a 'hmm, you're creeping me out?' or a 'hmm, I'm considering it'?"

"It's a 'hmm, I'm considering it'."

"God." He moaned. "You are officially the perfect girl."

"Hey, I didn't say I'd definitely do it."

"Shit, just the fact that you're considering it is hot as hell."

"So would I get one in return?"

"You want one of me?"

"Well, I wouldn't mind a little inspiration too."

"See. You're perfect. Also, you just made me hard again. Damn it."

"Why damn it?"

"We have a show tonight and I need to head out in a few minutes."

I laughed. "Poor boy."

"I know. I guess I'll say goodbye and go take a cold shower."

"Think about me while you're in it."

"Tease."

"You like it."

"Damn it, I really do. Night, beautiful."

"Night, Edward."

I hung up and tossed the phone on my bed. I was seriously contemplating doing the photos. I knew I shouldn't, it was one step too close to having sex with him again. I really shouldn't have even agreed to the phone sex, but I had to admit it had been very satisfying. I went over to the dresser and rummaged through it. I had some white lacy boy shorts and a camisole I could wear. And a gray cotton sleepshirt. It was simple, just spaghetti straps and a scoop neck, hitting me at mid thigh, but I had a feeling he'd like it. I put it on first and re-made my bed. I sat on it, propped against the headboard, my legs tucked to the side. I could see myself in the mirror on the dresser and spent a few moments playing with possible poses. I sat the camera on the dresser and set the timer. I posed and took a handful of photos. I scrolled through them, curious to see how they'd turned out. They weren't bad, although I looked kind of washed out by the flash. I wrapped myself in a robe and went into the bathroom to grab my makeup. A little blush and mascara, and a swipe of lipstick was enough to make a difference and I tried the photos again. They were actually pretty hot I had to admit.

Next I put on the white lace and tried a few more poses, this time a little more seductive. The best was one of me lying on my stomach facing the camera, the curve of my ass in the lace just barely visible above the dark of my hair. Feeling brave, I took my clothing off, and did I few nude photos. Nothing graphic, more suggestive than anything. In one I stood with my back to the camera, arm covering my breasts, turned partially to peer over my shoulder. In the second I was laying on my bed on my stomach, the sheets pulled up to my waist, my back bare as I lay diagonally across the bed, the curve of my breast visible from the side. My favorite was the last. I was on the bed facing the camera, with sheet wrapped around me, my bare shoulders and legs visible. My hair tumbled around my shoulders and I looked freshly fucked. Damn. I was turning myself on just looking at them. I spent a while playing with them on the computer, trying them out in sepia and black and white, but I ended up sticking with color. I liked the contrast between the lavender sheets, plum comforter and the pale expanse of my skin.

I emailed the best of them to Edward and forced myself to go to sleep. Otherwise I'd be up all night waiting for his response, which would be nerve-wracking. I didn't sleep well, dreaming of Edward in my room, staring down at me while I slept, desire written plainly on his face.

In the morning I lunged for my computer the moment I woke up, tapping my finger impatiently on the keyboard as I waited for it to boot up. I grinned when I saw a new email from Edward and hurriedly opened it. It was short.

To: Bella Swan

From: Edward Cullen

Subject: Dead

Bella,

I was right you are the perfect woman. You look amazing. I am speechless. Thank you from the bottom of my...um...heart.

-Edward

I typed out a quick reply.

To: Edward Cullen

From: Bella Swan

Subject: Re: Dead

Edward,

Glad you liked them, I was a little nervous. So where are my pictures?

-Bella

I put away my computer, grateful that I had work that day to take my mind off things. Normally I only worked a four hour shift but one of the older women who worked there needed to take some time off so I'd offered to pick up her shift. I spent most of the day in a daze, suddenly grateful to have a job that didn't require much concentration. I was distracted by thoughts of Edward. I couldn't get the sound of his voice purring in my ear as he made me climax out of my head. I felt my nipples harden and I blushed, realizing that the gardening section of the library wasn't the best place to be fantasizing. That didn't stop me three hours later when I was shelving romance novels and I pictured a shirtless Edward in place of the Fabio-wannabes on the covers. I wondered if he actually would send me photos of himself. I was grateful when I moved on to the children's section. Home for a Bunny and Marvin K. Mooney Will You Please Go Home kept the lustful thoughts at bay and the day was over before I knew it. I purposefully dawdled as I drove home, stopping to get gas, and buy an unnecessary gallon of milk at the store. I refused to let myself check my computer until I'd marinated and grilled pork chops for dinner and Charlie and I had eaten. After, I practically flew to my room to check for an email from Edward.

To: Bella Swan

From: Edward Cullen

Subject: Hopeful

Bella,

Don't worry, I hadn't forgotten about the pictures for you. Hope you like them as much as I liked yours.

-Edward

p.s. It was nearly impossible to focus in class today. I hope you know I spent the whole time thinking about your photos. I think the guy sitting next to me thinks I am really turned on by him. Hope you don't mind a little competition. ;)

I laughed and clicked on the attachments. I nearly dropped the laptop when I saw the first one. It was Edward, wearing a pair of faded loose jeans that hung low from his hips and no shirt. His chest was perfectly sculpted and he had a cocky grin on his face. The next was him wearing nothing but boxers, sprawled in his desk chair, with one arm up on the back. The third was him in bed, wrapped in nothing but a sheet. It reminded me of how he'd looked in Rosalie's guest bedroom just after we'd had sex and I felt myself grow damp. It was the fourth photo that nearly did me in. It was cropped so all I could see was his hand wrapped around his very erect cock and I actually moaned out loud when I saw it. Luckily, I had already closed my door, but I hastily turned on music to drown out our conversation before I called him. I couldn't wait to be at school and actually have some privacy.

"Hey."

"Hey."

"How was your day?"

He laughed. "It was good. I found myself rather distracted though. You?"

"Honestly, about the same," I admitted. "Thanks for sending the photos."

He groaned. "Oh my god Bella...I can't decide if the photos were the best idea I've ever had, or the worst."

"What do you mean?" I asked, suddenly nervous.

"I don't know how the hell I'm ever going to get anything done at any point in the next hundred years. And I think it's actually going to kill me to not touch you again."

I laughed ruefully. "Yeah, I know. I don't know how I'm going to deal with that either."

"Everything reminds me of you and the minute I think about you I get hard. It's ridiculous, is it possible to actually die from blue balls?"

"Not as far as I'm aware, but trust me, I am right there with you."

"So you liked the ones I sent you?"

"So much."

"Which was your favorite?"

"Hmm, that's tough. Probably the last two. The one in bed reminds me of the party." My voice was a little husky and suggestive sounding.

"I didn't want to let you leave. Fuck, I should have just locked us in that bedroom. I can't believe we're never going to have the chance to do this person again."

"I know. I want to though, so bad. God, the last picture of you was so hot."

"I debated if I should send it or not."

"I'm glad you did."

"I'm glad you liked it."

We talked for several hours, our mundane conversation sprinkled with innuendo and flirting. I found myself idly stroking my pussy as we spoke, not actually bringing myself to orgasm, just softly teasing myself.

I heard Edward's breathing pick up as we spoke and I teased him. "What exactly are you doing over there?"

"Stroking my cock," he admitted, almost sounding sheepish. "Looking at the photo of you."

"Which one?"

"The one of you looking over your shoulder."

"You like that one?"

"God yes. Very come hither. It makes me want to bend you over the bed."

I moaned as my fingers pressed more firmly to my clit. "Damn it."

"What, Bella?" he asked huskily.

"I want that too."

"Are you playing with your pussy?"

"Mmmhmm."

"Umm, you are amazing. How long have you been doing it?"

"Pretty much this whole time. I like hearing your voice."

He groaned. "You can't tell me stuff like that."

"Oh? Why not?"

"Because it's taking all of my willpower not to show up at your door and drag you off to the nearest bed."

"Fuck. You can't say stuff like that."

He chuckled. "This is getting ridiculous, you know?"

I tensed; afraid he was going to tell me he wanted to end things. "What do you mean?"

"I've never been this fucking turned on in my life. You're killing me."

"Trust me, I'm not doing any better." I sighed.

We finished our conversation after we both came hard, but Edward was right, the photos had

been a bad idea, it was making the sexual tension between us so much worse. I wanted him, needed him, felt like I couldn't breathe without him. I'd longed for him before we'd slept together, but now that I knew how much pleasure he could give me I was going out of my mind. Every day I took a tiny step closer to saying fuck it all and telling him I didn't care about the consequences.

-What did you think of the phone sex? Was it any less of a betrayal of Rosalie than actually having sex?

-How much longer do you think Bella will be able to resist Edward? And what might change her mind about the situation?

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Story Rec:

An Acquired Taste by Magnolia822:

Arrogant British celebrity chef Edward Cullen made an impression on NYC caterer Bella Swan long before either one of them became a success. Now, armed with her cat and a devious practical joke, Bella's plan may turn up the heat for both of them. ExB OOC

Absolutely hilarious, I can't tell you how many times I've laughed out loud at this story. And the tension between them is smoldering. I am always excited when this story updates. Definitely worth reading!