A/N: Please take note of the M rating for this one...

Chapter 10

"Good morning, Eclipse Publishing House, how can I help you?"

"Yes, hello, this is Bella Swan, I need to speak with Dimitri," I stated, sounding as professional as possible, after clearing my throat.

"Is he expecting your call?" The nasally voice on the other end of the phone questioned.

"Yes, he is," I lied. He most certainly wasn't expecting my call but if he had any sense, he would take it.

"Please hold."

I exhaled heavily, steeling myself for what I imagined was going to be a very taxing conversation. My unexpected trip to Forks had put even more strain on my finances and I still hadn't received the other half of my pay check. As I sat in my tiny kitchen back in New York, I ran my finger around the rim of my water glass and began to wonder (not for the first time) if being a free lance illustrator was even worth all the hassle.

"Bella Swan," came the familiar, unfriendly, masculine voice. "To what do I owe this, I'm sure, unnecessary call?"

"Well it's nice to talk to you too, Dimitri. Tell me, is there a reason why you are withholding my pay?" I asked firmly, without preamble.

"What pay would that be, exactly?" He replied, his voice dripping with mock innocence.

I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Please, don't play games with me, I'm not in the mood," I ground out, as calmly as possible.

"Fine, hold on," he sighed, dramatically. I could hear papers shuffling in the background and the distinctive sound of typing on a computer keyboard. After a few moments he finally acknowledged me again. "Hmm, oh yes, there seems to have been a bit of an over sight; most likely an administrative error. My apologies," he sneered, not sounding remotely apologetic. Fucker. Not wanting to speak with him any longer than absolutely necessary, I decided now would be a good time to wrap it up.

"Well, thank you so much for sorting that out for me," I began, not even trying to disguise the sarcasm in my voice. "I won't take up any more of your precious time."

"Wait," he growled out. I was surprised to say the least. Usually, he disliked talking to me as much as I disliked talking to him. "I suppose since I have you on the phone, you should know…" he trailed off, as if debating whether or not to actually tell me.

"Know what?" I demanded. There was a short pause before my 'boss' decided to speak again.

"I received a phone call from a publishing house in L.A. the other day. They seem to be interested in you," Dimitri informed me, sounding as if he was speaking through gritted teeth. I frowned. I had never had interest from another publishing company. Individuals and small businesses, yes; but never publishers.

"What do you mean 'interested in me'?" I queried, vocalising my thoughts.

"I don't know, Swan!" Dimitri barked out, startling me slightly. After a moment he sighed and I could just imagine him running his hand through his dark hair. "Look," he began again, in a softer voice. "Do you want me to give them your contact details or not?"

"Yes!" I blurted out. I'd have to be crazy not to see where this goes. "Yes, of course," I reiterated in a calmer voice.

"Fine."

Silence.

I had had some strange interactions with the man currently on the other end of my phone, but this one was by far the strangest. "If I hadn't called you today, would you ever have told me about this?" I ventured, thinking that I already knew the answer.

"I have a meeting, Swan," I was told, by way of an answer. "But," he continued, "I'm sorry about your pay. It really was an honest mistake."

With that, Dimitri hung up and I sat in stunned silence, slowly lowering the phone from my ear. Whatever I had expected from our conversation, it wasn't that. I stayed at the kitchen table, unmoving, until I heard the telltale signs of Alice descending the stairs. I quickly stood and made my way to the sink, busying myself by washing the breakfast dishes. As soon as Alice entered the kitchen, I could almost feel her presence swirling all around me and the closer she got to me, the stronger it felt.

"Have you called that Dimitri guy yet?" Alice asked, after she had braced herself against the counter next to the sink.

"Yeah, I called him," I replied, raising my head to look at her. "Everything is sorted," I finished with a smile. Alice beamed back at me and I wanted nothing more than to take her in my arms and kiss her, but I felt like something was holding me back. This was the third day we had been back in New York and I think we both knew that something had changed between us, although, neither of us said anything. Neither of us had to; our actions spoke for themselves. Now, every evening after dinner, we both sat on the couch in the living room watching television, gradually inching closer and closer together until Alice's head rested on my shoulder. We would sit like that until neither of us could keep our eyes open any longer and then we would share a long hug at the top of the stairs, before both of us disappeared into our respective bedrooms.

"Glad to hear it," the tiny woman next to me said, sincerely. My hands had long since stilled from washing the dishes. Instead, my body was putting all its energy into focusing on Alice's beautiful face. Our moment was ruined when my front door gave a loud bang, indicating that someone had just let themselves in and slammed the door shut again. Alice and I both jumped at the noise and instinctively sprang apart.

"Bella, where are you?" Rosalie's unmistakable voice resonated throughout the house. I sighed before answering that I was in the kitchen. When the blonde joined Alice and I, she stopped dead in her tracks and focused all her attention on Alice. "Oh, um, I didn't think you'd still be here. Aren't you supposed to be starting at that coffee place today?" That was probably the most civil thing I had ever heard Rose say to her sister-in-law.

"I was just leaving," Alice replied quietly, walking towards the table and lifting her purse.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" I offered to my tiny roommate for the fourth time that morning. Alice moved to face me again and smiled sweetly before shaking her head in the negative.

"I want to walk; clear my head a bit," she said, riffling through her purse, checking that she had everything with her.

"You still want me to pick you up?" I questioned in a hopeful voice.

"That would be great," the pixie-like woman replied, touching my arm briefly before stepping away from me. "Wish me luck!" She finished.

"You don't need luck, Alice, you'll do great," I told her with a toothy grin. She giggled before turning and striding past Rose, ignoring her completely. My best friend stood rooted to the spot and waited until she heard Alice leave the house before she closed her eyes, just for a split second, and let out a deep, silent breath. It happened so quickly that I'm not sure I would have noticed it if I hadn't been looking at Rose so intently. Then, like the flick of a switch, Rosalie's features returned to normal and she sat herself down on one of the chairs around the table, while I continued to stand near the sink. I'm just going to pretend I didn't notice all of that…

"Seriously, Rose, that key is for emergencies. If you don't stop letting yourself in here, I'm going to take it off you," I said as a distraction, steering the conversation in a totally different direction. Distraction or not, it did piss me off that she kept doing that.

"Yeah, yeah," the blonde said flippantly, waving her hand in a dismissive manner. "Anyway, you're not doing anything tonight, are you?" Rose asked.

I thought for a moment before shaking my head. "Don't think so, why?"

"It's Jasper's last night in the city so he's coming over for a few drinks later. I thought it would be cool if you and Alice came over too. I know he'd love to see you two again before he leaves," the blonde answered, sounding genuinely excited by the prospect.

This morning was full of surprises. I wasn't surprised that I was invited over for Jasper's final night, I was surprised because Rosalie had properly invited Alice. I guess she really is trying. I smiled at my friend.

"Sure, we'll be there," I said, my smile getting bigger.

"Okay, cool," Rose uttered, glancing at her watch. "Shit, I have to go, I'm late for work," she announced, rising from the table. "I'll see you later, though. Say, about 7:30?" I nodded my agreement and my friend proceeded to let herself out, leaving me in the house by myself.

I ran my fingers through my chestnut hair and exhaled loudly, before I turned my attention back to washing the dishes. It wasn't even lunch time yet and already I felt exhausted. Hopefully the rest of the day would be less eventful.

As I parked my ageing truck near the coffee shop, I couldn't help but feel happy at the thought of seeing Alice again. It had only been about six hours since I last saw her but, as ridiculous as it sounds, I actually missed her. That tiny girl really had clawed her way right under my skin.

When I entered the coffee house, my eyes automatically caught sight of Alice sitting at one of the tables. She must have finished early, I thought to myself. On closer inspection, I saw that she wasn't alone. My roommate seemed to be deep in conversation with a man, whose back was to me, preventing me from seeing who he was. I slowly began walking towards the table and neither of them seemed to realise I was there. As I got closer, I could make out some of what Alice was saying.

"I can't do that," she said to her companion, shaking her head. "What if I ask her and she just…" Alice then trailed off, her head snapping up when she noticed me. "Bella!" She exclaimed. Her outburst alerted her friend to my presence and he stood to face me. My eyes widened when I realised who it was.

"Jake?" I questioned in a disbelieving tone, my voice higher than normal.

"Well, hello to you too, Ms. Swan," Jacob retorted with a smirk, pulling me into a hug.

"Jake, what happened to your hair?" I asked again, pulling back and rubbing my hand over his now cropped locks. He chuckled and ran his own hand through his short, dark tresses.

"I just thought it was time for a change," my friend stated, simply. I studied his new hairstyle for a moment before shaking my head.

"I'm not sure if I like it," I confessed, brushing away a strand from in front of his eyes. Jacob smiled at me and tilted his head to the side as his hawk-like eyes took in my facial features.

"I think you just need to get used to it," he said in a quiet voice, raising an eyebrow. My forehead creased slightly in confusion. We're still talking about hair, right?

"Bella," Alice interrupted, effectively shifting my focus to her. "Come and sit down, I have to finish my coffee," she said, lifting her cup off the table, as if to prove her point. I smiled at her and grabbed a chair, positioning myself between my two friends at the small, circular table.

"So, how was your first day?" I asked Alice with enthusiasm. Her face fell slightly and she looked down at the table.

"Not great," my pixie-like friend said, sounding morose. "First, I spilled hot coffee down my apron, then, I dropped a customer's sandwich on the floor, right in front of him, then, I dropped a cup and it smashed into a million pieces and then…" I couldn't let Alice berate herself any longer so I reached forward and placed my hand on top of her own, which was resting the table.

"Alice, it was your first day," I said gently, trying to make her feel better. "Nobody's first day goes well in a place like this, right Jake?" I finished, looking at him in an attempt to get reinforcement. I witnessed Jake's gaze linger on my hand on top of Alice's but he quickly looked away and seemed completely unfazed by it.

"Absolutely. I still remember Bella's first day," Jacob started, chortling to himself. "She set one of the dish towels on fire because she left it on the grill," he finished, now laughing heartily.

I groaned. "For the last time, Jake, that was an accident. Even Peter said so!" I defended myself, petulantly, removing my hand from Alice's and folding my arms across my chest while I glared at him.

"Hey, I believe you, Bells!" My now short-haired friend laughed out, both his hands raised in silent surrender. A tinkling giggle brought me out of my glare and I saw Alice's blue eyes sparkling with mirth. I couldn't help but relax and chuckle myself. At least I've cheered her up a bit.

"Oh, Alice, we're going over to Rose and Emmett's tonight," I informed my roommate, while I remembered. "It's Jasper's last night here and Rose is having a few drinks to send him off," I finished, stealing a bit of Jacob's giant cookie. Alice nodded her head slowly and toyed with the rim of her cup.

"Sure, no problem," she murmured, before plastering a fairly convincing smile on her face. "Sounds like fun."

I sensed her displeasure at having to go and felt a bit guilty. Perhaps I should have asked her before I agreed to Rose's invitation so quickly. "We'll only stay for a little while," I offered as a compromise. Alice just looked at me and smiled sweetly. There was an awkward silence before Jacob cleared his throat.

"Alice told me about your dad, Bella, how is he?" Jake asked, successfully steering the conversation in a new direction.

"Better," I answered. "I spoke to him last night. I think Sue might be regretting her decision to live with him, though," I finished, laughing lightly. As the three of us sat talking and bantering, I hoped and prayed that Alice wasn't too annoyed with me.

"Are you sure she said 7:30?" Alice asked me, as the pair of us stood outside Rose and Emmett's house that evening.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I replied, banging on the door for the fourth time. Another moment passed and there was still no response. "Alice, do you still have your key?" I questioned the tiny woman, inclining my head towards her.

"Oh, yeah, I do actually," she realised, digging through her purse. If Rose can let herself into my house, I can let myself into hers. "Here," Alice spoke, handing me the key. I turned it in the lock, letting both of us into the house. As soon as I closed the door behind us, a strange noise coming from the kitchen startled both Alice and myself. We looked at each other with puzzlement colouring our features and we quickly made our way to the kitchen.

"Dear God!" I exclaimed, after bursting through the door. I stood rooted to the spot as I witnessed my best friend pressed against the wall with her legs wrapped around her husband's waist. Emmett's bare ass was on display as he thrust himself repeatedly into his wife, his trousers down, around his ankles. From behind me, I heard Alice make a noise somewhere between a squeak and a choke. Emmett's head whipped around and the combined look of surprise and horror was evident on his face. Rose, on the other hand, didn't seem to care in the slightest that she had just been caught in a compromising situation. Her gaze instantly focused on the area behind me, where I knew Alice was standing, while Emmett fumbled with his jeans, trying to gather what remained of his dignity.

"I'll be in the living room," I heard Alice mumble, her voice sounding strained. Before she slid away, I turned my head in her direction and didn't miss her clenched jaw or rigid posture.

Even though I knew I shouldn't, I let my gaze pull back to the scene in front of me. It was like bearing witness to a car crash. "Um, I'll just… I'm going to… I'll be right back," Emmett stuttered out, flying past me and out the door. I could hear him ascending the stairs and It took everything I had not to think about what he was going to do up there.

"Hey, Bella, what's up?" Rosalie asked nonchalantly, straightening out her dress, as if I hadn't just caught her having sex in her kitchen. I gaped at my friend and shook my head in disbelief.

"Jesus, Rose, what the fuck was that?" I squawked out.

"What?" The blonde spoke innocently, shrugging her shoulders. "You told me I needed to fix things with Emmett. This is how we fix things," she finished, lifting a half-full wine glass off the counter top and draining it one gulp. I raised an eyebrow. How much has she had to drink?

"You fix things by having kitchen sex when you know you're having visitors over?" I questioned, incredulously, as I crossed my arms across my chest.

"In my defence," Rosalie shot back, putting her hands on her hips. "You just let yourself into my house," she rebuked.

"Annoying, isn't it?" I said firmly, glaring at the blonde bombshell. Rosalie rolled her eyes and relaxed her pose, her hands falling limply at her sides.

"Come on, Bella, why are you making such a big deal out of this?" She asked, turning away briefly to refill her wine glass. It was a fair question and I actually had no idea why I was making such a big deal about it. Rose turned back to me, glass in hand, and she smirked. "I bet you're jealous."

My eyebrows crawled up my forehead. "Jealous of what, exactly?" I inquired, genuinely confused by her statement.

"Of the fact that I'm getting some and you're not," my friend said, almost victoriously. "Seriously, Bella, when was the last time you got laid?" Rosalie asked, leaning against the wall. My eyes widened at her question and I could feel the heat rising in my face. Rose had never asked me that before. Even though she had set me up with countless men, she had never asked for the specific details of what I got up to with them. It was something I was very thankful for.

"Uh… well, I mean I…" I stuttered out, rubbing the back of my neck nervously and wondering how on earth this conversation had turned on me so quickly. Nothing good can come from letting yourself into someone else's home. This just proves it. Rose raised a curious eyebrow.

"You have had sex since Edward, right?" She asked, very slowly and deliberately. The answer was no, I hadn't. Since Edward, I hadn't felt that urge to be physically intimate with someone. It just didn't seem to be there anymore. The thought of even kissing someone had started to feel like a chore and all of this was yet another reason why the very thought of being with Alice terrified me. The tiny, raven-haired beauty had done the unthinkable and had succeeded in producing those kinds of urges within me and that scared me. Obviously, I wasn't going to tell Rose any of that.

"Of course I have!" I replied, defiantly, folding my arms across my chest once again. Rosalie studied my face for a moment, tilting her head to the side.

"Oh, my God!" She exclaimed, realisation dawning on her. "Bella, you haven't, have you? That's like… okay, how many years is that? Four? Five?" She asked, rhetorically, her eyes darting around the room, as if looking for something to trigger her memory. God damn it…

"Rose, can we please not-" I pleaded, but she cut me off.

"I set you up on all those dates and you never slept with any of them?" My friend asked, her voice laced with disbelief. "Not even Sam? 'Cause I thought you two-"

"Rose!" I shouted, gesticulating with my hands, finally getting her attention. "Can we please not do this now?" I begged. My blonde friend stared at me for a moment before slowly nodding her head and silence descended upon the kitchen.

"Shouldn't Jasper be here?" I asked after a moment, glancing at my watch. Rose turned away from me and opened a cupboard, retrieving another wine glass.

"Oh, he won't be here until after 8 o'clock," she informed me. My eyebrows knit together.

"Then why did you ask Alice and I to be here at 7:30?" I questioned, not understanding why we needed to be here early.

Rose just shrugged while she filled the extra glass with wine. "Drink," she demanded, before handing me the glass and walking out of the room. I stared after her and sighed audibly. Well, so far, this night isn't going quite like I thought it would.

"Okay, okay, I've got another one," Emmett announced, getting everyone's attention after they had recovered from their latest laughing fit. He turned to his wife. "Babe, remember the time when Bella spilled soda on her pants in Burger King and that little kid shouted, 'mommy, look, she peed herself!'" The burly man finished, with a booming laugh. Everyone but me followed suit and Rose was actually wiping tears of mirth from her face. I glared at Emmett. This was his favourite sport: Bella Bashing. I guess I was an easy target. It was all done in the best possible fun but it did become tiresome after a while and I felt that time had come. I think Jasper must have seen the look on my face because he stopped laughing first and came to my rescue.

"I think we've embarrassed poor Bella enough for one night," Rosalie's brother stated, from his position sprawled out on the floor. I threw him a grateful smile and he winked back. I moved my head to look at Alice, who was seated beside me, and caught her looking at Jasper with an oddly serious look on her face. If Jasper noticed, he didn't show it. His attention seemed to have shifted back to Rose and Emmett as they continued to kill themselves with laughter. I gently nudged Alice with my elbow.

"Are you alright?" I asked, discreetly. She looked at me, her eyes travelling over my face and lingering on my lips a fraction too long. Her delicate features were graced with that sweet smile that made me want to melt. Maybe it was just the wine talking but I don't think she had ever looked so beautiful as she did in that moment.

"I'm alright," she replied, softly. "Here," the tiny woman uttered, handing me her drink. "I'm going to use the bathroom." With that, Alice disappeared from the room and my eyes trailed after her. When I heard her feet on the stairs, I tore my gaze from the door and felt the penetrating eyes on Rosalie on me.

I met her stare for a moment as she perched on the arm of the single-seat chair currently occupied by Emmett. Both of our faces were expressionless and I tried to decipher the emotions behind her greenish-blue eyes. I couldn't be sure but there seemed to be a mixture of confusion and apprehension burning fervently through her piercing orbs. The blonde quickly broke eye contact with me and slid into the lap of her husband and proceeded to kiss him hungrily, not seeming to care that her baby brother was less than ten feet away from her. My head swung around towards Jasper and instead of seeing a playful look of disgust, I saw a very definite expression of worry on his face.

"Bella," the youngest Hale began, shifting his eyes to me. "Come here, I want to show you something," he finished, getting up off the floor and walking towards the sliding door that separated the living room from the small, outside garden. With another fleeting glance at my best friend and her husband, I stood and followed him outside.

"What do you want to show me?" I asked, looking around when we had both moved a sufficient distance away from the door.

"Nothing!" Jasper exclaimed, with an ironic laugh. "I just needed to get away from the live sex show going on in there!" He continued pointing in the direction of the house. "What is going on with my sister and why is she drinking so much tonight?" Jasper questioned, running both hands through his sandy coloured locks. I wasn't sure if he was actually asking me or if he was just venting his frustrations. "Bella," he started again. "If you know something, anything, please, tell me. I'm starting to get really worried about her."

It was clear that he was extremely worried but I still couldn't tell him what was going on…

"Jasper, I-" I began, but was cut off when the outside door slid open again, revealing Emmett.

"What are you two old ladies yakkin' about out here? You're not making a move on Bells, are you Jazz?" Emmett asked, playfully, laughing at his own joke. "Get back inside!" The curly haired man finished, with a toothy grin. Jasper and I both smiled back at him and said we would be there in a minute.

After Emmett disappeared again, I turned to Jasper and shook my head. "I'm sorry, Jasper. I can't have this conversation with you," I said, my voice laced with sorrow and my eyes begging for understanding. For a long moment we stared at each other in complete silence, before Mr. Hale lowered his head and nodded his understanding.

"Just…" The sandy-haired man spoke, tentatively, raising his head again. "Is she going to be okay?" He questioned. I have no fucking idea.

"Yes," I replied, with as much conviction as I could. "She's going to be fine."

My words seemed to placate him because his posture visibly relaxed. "Give me your phone," Jasper said abruptly, with his hand outstretched. I furrowed my brow but proceeded to reach into my back pocket, retrieving my cell and placing it in my companion's hand. He quickly typed in his number and saved it before returning my phone to me. "I want you to call me if you need anything," he began and I nodded my head. "I mean it, Bella," Jasper stated, more firmly.

"I will," I promised him, before turning, with the intention of going back inside.

"Oh, Bella?" My best friend's brother said again, making me turn around to face him.

"Hurry up and ask Alice out on a date, will you?" The man in front of me declared, with a smirk. "I can practically feel the waves of lust coming off both of you," he finished. My eyes widened and I felt a blush stretch across every inch of my face. My throat let out a strange squeaking noise and I turned on my heel, beginning to walk towards the door again, while Jasper laughed heartily behind me.

As we both stepped back into the living room, the first thing I saw was Alice putting her jacket on.

"You're leaving?" I blurted out, without thinking. Alice turned and smiled sadly at me.

"Yeah, I have to work in the morning," she answered, while I frowned. No, she doesn't. She told me earlier her shift doesn't start until two o'clock tomorrow.

"Okay, well, I'll just come with you then. It's getting late anyway," I said, reaching for my own jacket.

"No," Alice and Rose both stated at the same time, the blonde sounding a lot louder and a lot harsher, probably due to her alcohol intake. Everyone turned to stare at Rosalie, wondering what triggered her bizarre outburst. It's probably just the alcohol…

"I mean… you know, it's only, like…" Rose trailed off, staring at her watch trying to tell what time it was. "Okay, honey, what time is it?" The blonde asked of her husband, thrusting her arm in front of his face.

"It's just after midnight," Emmett replied, easily reading the time. I smiled at him and nodded my head.

"Alice and I are leaving," I said, with a note of finality that not even Rose could argue with. My best friend locked eyes with me before shifting her gaze to Alice. Not for the first time, there seemed to be a silent conversation between the two women. Alice quickly looked away, apparently finding the curtains immensely interesting. Rose (while still looking at Alice) moved her hand to intertwine with her husband's. I cleared my throat and reached for my jacket.

"Well, Jasper, it was great to see you again. Don't be a stranger okay?" I said, cheerfully, wrapping my arms around his neck. He hugged me back and uttered similar farewell sentiments. Before he pulled back, he whispered in my ear, "remember what I said." I nodded against his shoulder and finally stepped away.

"Yes, Jasper, it was lovely to meet you," Alice spoke, politely, smiling at him. The man in question grinned at the tiny woman for a few seconds before striding forward and enveloping her in a hug. Alice seemed genuinely taken aback but did return the embrace, even if it was somewhat half-hearted.

"Take care, Alice," Rose's sandy-haired brother said, sincerely. At hearing the genuine sentiment in his voice, Alice relaxed and replied equally sincerely.

"You too, Jasper."

After saying our goodbyes to the other two occupants of the house, Alice and I left and I couldn't wait to climb the stairs of my own home and collapse into bed.

At 2:00am, I was still awake, lying spread-eagle on my bed. I was completely exhausted but my mind just wouldn't shut down... Rosalie's erratic behaviour, Jake's new haircut, Alice's bell-like laughter, Emmett's hairy, bare ass… I rubbed my hands over my face and sat up in bed. I need a glass of water.

After throwing my legs over the side of the bed I made my way to my bedroom door, opening it silently. I crept down the hall, not wanting to disturb Alice but as I approached the door of my study, a strange, whimpering noise stopped me in my tracks. I inclined my head towards the closed door, as if it would help me hear better. "Bella," I heard Alice quietly moan out. My eyes widened in realisation and my glass of water was forgotten.

My heavy legs inched closer to the door and I slowly reached out my left hand and placed it flat against the barricade. My heart rate picked up and all my senses had suddenly become hyper aware. I had a pretty good idea what the tiny object of my affections was doing behind that door and I knew I should walk away; but I couldn't. More importantly, I didn't want to.

I closed my eyes as Alice continued to make the occasional groan and whimper of pleasure. "Bella," she reservedly cried out again, obviously trying to keep as silent as possible. Something about the way she said my name sent an indefinable and indescribable jolt of electricity through my body, reigniting a fire that had long since been extinguished. I took a deep, shuddering breath as a throbbing sensation resonated in my very core. My free hand twitched slightly by my side before it found its way (without my permission) to the front of my pyjama bottoms, pressing down against the fabric, but giving no relief.

Alice's moans were becoming more fervent and more frequent and I leaned forward so that my forehead was also resting against the door. I knew she was close but I didn't want her to stop. Ever. I wanted to live in this moment forever. Knowing that the door I was currently pressed against was the only thing separating me from a very horny Alice, turned me on immensely and I didn't want that feeling to end.

I needed a release.

Tearing myself away, I made my way back to my own bedroom as quietly as possible, considering my current state. Once inside, I fell against the closed door and my eyes flickered shut. Wasting no time, I slid down the door so that I was in a sitting position on the floor with my legs bent. My right hand drifted beneath the waist band of both my pyjama bottoms and my underwear and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud, as my fingers began to relieve the torturous, wanting feeling.

I replayed Alice's sounds of pleasure over and over again in my mind and my hand began to move with more focus between my legs. I imagined her biting her lip; I imagined her tiny hands grabbing at the sheets; I imagined her looking up at me with desire in her eyes as I ran my hands over her naked body…

"Fuck!" I cried out, my head tilting back against the door. I could feel my lower abdomen tightening, exquisitely and I knew it wouldn't take much more to push me over the edge. Imagining Alice's face as she had her own orgasm was enough to make me fall. My eyes squeezed shut and my body jerked and shuddered, as I clawed at the floor.

A few moments passed and the blissful, calm feeling currently invading my body began to ebb away. Instead of feeling ashamed and dirty like I usually did after pleasuring myself, I felt strangely light; like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I clambered my way across the room and fell into bed. As my eyelids started to droop, I thought to myself: I wish Alice was here with me.