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BPOV

I had been dreading Saturday night since Edward had first told me about it. I had only said yes to appease him and I was regretting it ever since. Why did I have to go over there? It was pointless. Edward would soon realize I was just a slut and dump my ass. It will be fun while it lasts and I plan on milking every damn second, except maybe for tonight. I was seriously thinking about "coming down" with a cold. Or the stomach flu. Or lupus. Whatever would get me out of this.

As Sheryl Crow once said, "I'm not the kind of girl you'd take home,"

God bless that woman and her ability to write songs that relate to me.

Anyways, Rosalie is currently over and were looking for something appropriate for me to wear, which I tell you, is not an easy feat.

"Damn, Bella. Have you, like, always been a hooker, or?"

I pulled her hair. That shut her up.

"I don't even know, like what to wear exactly. How formal do you think it will be?"

"Why don't you text Edward and ask him?" she suggested.

Why hadn't I don't that?

I continued looking while waiting for his reply. Everything was tight, low cut, short, or all three.

My phone chirped.

"What's it say?" Rose asked.

" 'Just wear a semi nice dress, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll look beautiful.' Aww," I smiled.

Rose pretended to gag. I pulled her hair again.

That was the thing about Edward. He was constantly saying insanely sweet things to and about me and it was making me feel sucky. Which is so fucked up, right? I just, I feel like I'm a villain about to steal his virtue then run for it like I always do. I have no idea how to be in a relationship, and I know Edward doesn't really either, but I'm pretty sure he knows there more than just physical stuff which is all I'm interested in. He just doesn't get it. I'm a horny teenage girl; I want sex, all the time. Preferably penetration and not just some over the jeans action.

I didn't know how long we would just be at the stage. Eventually we need to move forward, I just don't know how to go about it. I want his dick in whatever orifice he prefers and hopefully soon.

What? You already knew I was a hoe.

Rose brought me out of my inner musings by holding up a somewhat decent sundress and sweater combo, that I normally wouldn't be caught dead in, but under the circumstances…

Gah, I hate myself sometimes.

I might as well dressed as a nun. The dress went to my knees and I hadn't been this covered up since January. The white little sweater when to right under my elbow and the shoes were Mary Jane type shoes, with heels, that I once had to wear in a play I was forced into being in, when I actually played a nun.

Once again, I hate myself sometimes. I looked like a prude.

"Rosalie, I honestly cannot wear this thing. They're going to see right through it. If they didn't I would honestly have to punch them."

"You're right. You kind of look like a fetish tramp."

I ended up wearing an entirely different sundress, with a sweater that I planned on taking off, and gladiator sandals. Rosalie did my hair in loose waves and I did my make up. Rose and I were trying to work on acceptable replacement words for curse words, when the door rang.

"Shi-," she gave me a warning eye," shoot. That's Edward. I guess I have to go. Please don't make me." I clung to her.

She laughed. "Bella, you have to go. Otherwise no sexy time with Edward."

The chick had a point.

"I'm pretty sure by tomorrow, that will be a given. Or soon at least, when he sees what a tramp I am."

"Have some confidence, B. You're Bella fucking Swan. You don't take shit from no one. But tonight, you're Classy Bella Fucking Swan and you're going to have them eating out of your palm by the main course. Now go kick some etiquettes ass and don't forget to chew with your mouth shut, you animal." I laughed and she hugged me.

I'm telling you. Rose and I are spirit animals.

I walked her out and saw Heidi had let Edward in and was holding him captive in the lobby.

"Hi," I whispered against his lips. He looked edible. Dockers and green button down that accentuated his hot eyes. He had a tie on and I wanted to back him up against the doors and have my evil, nasty way with him.

"Hey. You look stunning." He kissed my nose and said bye to Heidi and walked us out to his Volvo.

"You nervous?" He asked placing his hand on my knee. Ooh, I liked that.

"A little," I lied, I was A LOT nervous, "but I think I know how to get relaxed," I slid his hand up my thigh and parted my legs.

He groaned. "Bella, not now. Plus I don't know what to do." He whispered the last part.

I loved that I would be able to teach everything just how I liked it.

"I can show you," I said in a breathy voice as I moved his hand to where he was cupping my cooch. I slowly rubbed his hand against me and I moaned. "Feel how wet I am, Edward?"

He whimpered. I put two of his long fingers right over my clit through my underwear and rubbed them against me. I sighed and moved them faster. A hand other than mine felt so good.

"Yes," I cried as he started to add a bit more pressure. I slowly moved his hand up to where his two fingers were slipping into the top of my panties. I moaned and so did he when I felt him against my bare skin. This is just what I needed.

Suddenly, the car violently swerved, and both our heads shot up, and Edwards's hand flew out of my panties and to the wheel. We were getting a couple honks and various fingers, as Edward had been repeatedly drifting into the other lane.

"Sorry," he muttered, gripping the wheel tight.

I shifted in my seat, wondering if he would mind if I quickly rubbed one out. I was insanely horny and wet now and wanted a release. He owed me two more, just because of this now.

"You ok?" he asked.

"Just crazy horny," I sighed. "Tonight, I want an extra orgasm," I rubbed his thigh.

Edward blushed harder than he already was and a new wave of arousal hit me. Damn his and his sexiness.

Unfortunately we arrived at his house and I reluctantly got out of the car.

"This will be fine. Trust me." He held my hand.

I tried to calm my nerves. I'm Bella fucking Swan and I'm a classy bitch, I repeated to myself, in my head. I still didn't believe it. I was going to ruin everything.

We walked into the living area outside of the kitchen where Esme and Pastor Cullen were waiting with Emmett.

Here we go.

"Hello, Isabella," Esme held out her hand. I shook her, while she daintily shook mine. "Hello," I tried to keep eye contact.

"Bella!" Emmett hugged me.

Esme frowned.

"Good evening, dear. Do you prefer Isabella or Bella?" Pastor Cullen asked.

"Bella," I smiled. "Pleasure to officially meet you."

Gah, I hate speaking like this.

"The pleasure is mine. Please, join us in the dining room."

Esme lead us to the dining room while Edward held my hand. I had the bad kind of butterflies in my stomach.

Edward held out my chair for me at a long dining table and I took it. He sat next to me, while Emmett sat across from him, and Esme and Carlisle sat at different ends.

There were salads already at the table and I was just about to dig in when Esme asked Carlisle to say grace. Oh, right.

Everyone joined hands, which was weird, and Carlisle started.

"Heavenly Father, we thank you for all of our marvelous blessings and I personally thank you for everyone at this table, Esme, Emmett,-" he proceeded with what felt like a 10 minute long prayer that I drifted off a time or two in.

Its not that it wasn't a nice prayer, I guess, just looooong. Super long. Maybe the longest I'd ever heard, and things could get pretty lengthy at the old church.

It wasn't that I didn't believe in God, I just, wasn't all that interested. I guess, that's wrong, but it seemed that so many "Christians" were hypocrites.

I jerked awake as he was finishing the prayer and started in on my salad.

"So, Bella, tell us about you." Esme sat down her fork and set her hands under her chin, staring at me.

I hated these.

"Um, well, I'm about to be 17. Uh…I just moved here, obviously. I like music and movies and to hang out with friends," I fished lamely.

"Has your family been adjusting here well?" Esme asked nosily.

Why the fuck did she care?

"Seems like it. We all just kind of jumped right in, you know?"

Edward and Emmett smiled.

"So, Tanya isn't your actual mother is she?" Carlisle rumbled.

How would you have ever guessed that? Was it the strawberry blonde hair, the green eyes, the model figure, the obvious age that gave it away, or the fact that we looked absolutely nothing like each other?

"No, she's not," I replied instead.

"Where is your actual mother?" Esme asked.

This felt like an interrogation. Which, basically, I guess it was.

"She died when I was four. Car crash."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," they said at the same time.

"Its fine." It really was. I barely remembered the woman.

A few minutes went by in awkward silence. That's why I hated talking about death, people got so serious and awkward and I never knew how to break the ice.

"So, how was everyone's day?" Edward finally asked.

"Oh, it was lovely!" Esme sounded relieved for the new topic. "I went to the club with the girls for lunch, and then to a bible study. Good day."

"Great. Emmett?" Edward asked.

"It was good. I hung out with Melvin a little. We went to the gym and grabbed lunch. He's bulking up, man!" Emmett announced loudly.

"Bella?"

Shit. I didn't want to talk.

"Oh, it was fine. I just hung out at my house and chilled," I hurried and took a big bite so they would move on. I wanted to shoo them all away except Edward, so I could have my naughty way with him.

"Dad?"

"Interesting, to say at the least," he murmured around his chicken.

"Tell us about it, dear," Esme said with a big fat smile plastered on her tight little face. She could be pretty if she didn't look so uptight all the time.

That was all he needed, before the dam let loose.

"This morning, I went into the office, to drop of the bullet points for Karen, and Bill Johnson was waiting for my arrival. Apparently he isn't pleased that some high school kids go over to Jakes house after Wednesday church to watch some sort of TV show. Which, I don't blame him, because Jacob is not someone I'd want my daughter around if I had one, so I understand where he's coming from having three daughters, but he was literally waiting for my arrival. To chew me up and spit me out about something I honestly have no involvement in whatsoever!" His voice was gradually escalating throughout his speech and he finished by slamming his fist on the table. I was the only one who jumped.

And why wouldn't he want his daughters around Jake? He was perfectly nice. He always hugged me and made me feel welcome. Maybe that was frowned upon?

"So what did you tell him?" Emmett pried.

"I told him that I was the wrong person to be talking to about it. The teens are not my job. The elders can have that one. Then after that disruption, there was a deacon meeting going on, and I stopped in to say hello to everyone then when I walked outside, Rosalie Hale is sitting on a bench wearing something the devil probably made, waiting for her father to get out of the meeting. An extremely low shirt and short, short, shorts. If I were her father, I wouldn't let her leave the house in that. She looked like a prostitute." He hit his fist on the table again.

My temperature was rising. How dare he talk about her like that? Aren't we supposed to love everyone despite their flaws or some shit like that? Why was everyone so judgmental?

Emmett put his head down. Esme gasped, "Well, from the stories I've heard, she's not a saint. I've heard she's somewhat of a whore."

That did it.

"Hey-," Emmett started to say but I cut him off. "Rosalie Hale is anything but a whore!" I blurted out before I could stop myself. So what if she was a little loose with ONE guy? She was not a prostitute. All eyes fell upon me but I didn't stop. "A whore is defined as a prostitute, and I know for a fact she isn't selling herself on some random street corner. And she's not a slut. She's in abstinence club, being abstinent."

Who were these people and what made them so self-righteous?

The room fell deathly silent. All eyes on me, a few mouths agape.

I looked at Edward, knowing I had screwed this up, but I wasn't going to let them talk about Rosalie like that. He had a strange look on his face, which made him appear a bit constipated. I would have laughed in a different situation.

Mrs. Cullen's face turned icy. "I take it you're friends with Rosalie."

"Best," I sniffed.

"Well, isn't that special?" She went back to her soup.

I'd lost my appetite. I looked up and Emmett mouthed a thank you.

I knew it! He was totally in love with Rosalie. We would need to discuss that later, that is, if they ever let me see either one of their children again.

"Is everybody ready for desert?" Esme asked while pulling my plate and fork right out of my hand, in the middle of a bite. Things were silent for a while, until she came back in and handed each of us a piece of chocolate cake.

The rest of the dinner went by silently. We stayed talking about random things for a while until Edward decided it was time to take me home. I said my goodbyes and walked out with Edward.

The car ride was silent for a while and I was beginning to think Edward was mad at me.

"Bella, I," he started, driving faster than usual.

"Its ok, Edward. I know. I screwed everything up." I looked out the window. So much for milking this why it lasted. He was about to break up with me.

"What? No. Bella, what you said in there, is basically what I've wanted to say since I was 13 and started thinking on my own. Plus, standing up for Rose like that, you helped Emmett too. He's in love with her obviously, and my parents love to gossip about her. So, thank you." He put his hand on mine in my lap.

Well…I certainly didn't expect that.

"I can only imagine what your parents say about me."

He didn't say anything.

"So, I suppose you know about my wild past?" I asked looking at our joined hands.

"A little. I'd love to hear about it though. If you want to talk to me about it. I always want to hear about you."

Swoon.

"Well, on a related note, we have to get Emmett and Rosalie together. They're obviously to stupid to do anything about themselves, so we need to get on that ASAP. But until then, will you come inside for a while?" I bit my lip as we pulled up outside my house.

"Always," He smiled and got out the car to run around and pull my door open for me.

I called out that we were home when I walked in and led him up to my room.

He pushed me against the door when we were inside. He pulled my legs up around his waist and I could feel his hard on against my tummy. I wiggled against it and he groaned against my lips.

"Bella, I need you," he whined.

"Let me take care of that for you," I bit his bottom lip and pushed him to take us to my bed. He hovered over me and I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off him, while ripping his tie off. He pushed off my sweater and kissed the newly exposed skin.

"I didn't like seeing you all covered up," he pushed down a strap and kissed my shoulder.

"I never like seeing you all covered up. Ever," I unbuckled his pants and pushed them down. I traced his abs and I felt him practically purr.

I flipped us over and grinded myself down on him. It smelled like sex in my room and this seemed so desperate. We were gripping each other harshly, leaving sloppy wet kisses all over each other, and there was just a need that was so apparent.

"Edward, I need more," I rasped.

"Yes, yes!" He slid his hands up my thighs and gripped my hips under my dress tighter. I loved feeling his skin on mine.

"Lets try something," I moaned while flipping onto my back and bringing him back to hovering over me. I pulled my dress up to where it was resting against my stomach and Edward groaned loudly.

"Bella-", I cut him off, "Touch me, Edward," I whispered as I slid one hand down into my panties. I sighed loudly when he cupped my pussy.

"You're, you're so wet," his husky voice was only helping that situation.

"All for you," I shifted my hips against him hands.

"Show me what to do," he whispered in my ear.

I put my hands over his and put one finger down by my entrance. I gathered the wetness on his finger and brought it back up to my clit, shivering the whole way. I slowly rubbed it, adding pressure gradually.

He switched angles and pressed his thumb against my clit while slipping a finger inside of me.

"Ungh, yes!" I gripped his hair, "yes, just like that baby!"

He slowly rubbed and thrust one finger in and out. He nestled his head in the crook of my neck and was groaning unintelligible things. I was only getting snippets. "So wet, so tight. Can't imagine. Can't believe I was missing out. You're beautiful." He was leaving random kisses on my neck and I was wildly thrusting against his hand without abandon. "Harder! Faster! Please! Just a little more! Please baby!" I was frantic. He was doing such a good job. I could feel the coil in my stomach and I tensed and tried to prolong it for as long as I could. I never wanted this to end. I finally had to let go and I tensed and called out his name as I had a powerful orgasm. He slowly thrust and rubbed, prolonging the orgasm, as I came back down.

I could still feel him hard against my thigh and I was excited to touch him. He was peppering kisses, still murmuring random things and holding me close. He still had a hand in my panties and I was fully back. I smiled seductively as I pulled his hand out and brought his fingers to my mouth and licked them clean. Most people probably think that's gross, but I don't. And neither did Edward, because the next thing I knew he was humping me with wild abandon, groaning loudly and I'm pretty sure I heard a couple craps in there, which he never said. I flipped us over.

"Let me take care of you baby," I kissed his chest while putting my hand in his boxers.

"Bella!" His voice cracked and I smirked. "Bella, you don't ha-have to do that, ungh yes! Just like that baby!" I was rubbing him from base to tip and now I was spending extra time on his tip.

"How can you feel so much better than my own hand?" He groaned.

Hold up. Did Edward masturbate to the thought of me?

I HOPED SO.

"Baby, do you touch yourself when you think about me?" I added pressure.

"Yes! All the time! I can't not!" He thrust his hips to meet my hand.

"What do you think about me doing? Do you think about me naked, Edward? On my back, while you plow into me? Because I think about that too. I think about your sexy body and your dick fucking me into oblivion. I touch myself too. Then I lick my fingers and moan your name." I rubbed him harder and brushed against his balls.

He tensed and came while calling out my name. That's right, bitches. I'd cracked the bible kid. He was my slut now.

Just kidding.

But seriously. We were going to start experimenting. I could tell that Edward would be kinky and like it rough. Two of my favorite things.

He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me.

"Thank you," he whispered, hiding his face.

I continued kissing his neck, hoping for a round two.

"Unfortunately, I have to go. I was supposed to drop you off and go straight back home."

I pouted. He laughed and kissed me. "There's always tomorrow, Bella."

He put back on his clothes and left. I called Rosalie. I needed some serious girl talk.

…

Esme's a bitch. Who's with me?

And a little fun fact: Apparently Esme isn't a word, and my spellcheck wants me to change it to semen. I just find that hilarious.

I missed writing this for y'all. And sorry I couldn't post it on Satuday. I ended up getting back a day late, and I was just too tired to finish it yesterday.

I hope it was good. Leave me some love, please.

xoxo