A/N:

You have all made this story so much fun to write, and I've enjoyed each and every one of your reviews, and appreciate the follows, favorites and recs.Thank you for bringing me joy. I hope I've given you a smile or two along the way as well.

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Pudding Cup

Chapter 11

The next few days passby in a blur. Edward is at my side during every passing period, at lunch and is even my ride home each day after school. That's after we go to either the diner for fries and Cokes or go for more ice cream. He even took me to the library yesterday so that I could check out a book that our school library didn't have.

It was cute.

I have to admit that the revenge Jessica received was in my opinion, harsh. But then again, she was in the wrong for sending me the photo in the first place. What I learned from this whole ordeal is, one: things are not always as they may appear, and two: never mess with Edward or his friends. They are a tight-knit group, and they have one another's backs.

Which I admire to no end.

It also means now that since I'm Edward's girlfriend, they have my back as well.

It just so happens that there is no fallout from the poop-capades. Alice only developed one picture,and taped it tothe inside of Jessica's locker as a reminder she had better walk the straight and narrow where Edward and I are concerned. Jessica has since kept her distance from all of us, which is a smart choice.

"So this is really happening?" Edward hugs me, the toes of my Converse barely touching the tile floor.

I nod my head and plant a quick kiss on his lips. "Yep," I say smiling at the sweet look on his face.

With excitement in his voice he says, "I'm meeting the 'rents?"

Giggles erupt from my belly, spilling from my throat, "Yes, for the millionth time, yes."

"Am I your boyfriend or just a friend?" He places my feet back on the floor. "Cause I need some time to prepare for this." Edward shuts our locker and takes my hand so he can walk me to my next class.

"We're … just friends."

I wish it were different, but to save me the headache of dealing with my parents, I decide to tell a little white lie.

"That's cool. I told you before; I can lie." He squeezes my hand and then brings it to his lips, placing a kiss on my knuckles. His eyes are sparkling green, like the meadow grasses that he laid me down in yesterday as he read aloud from my library book.

Edward's house backs up to trees with a meadow tucked in between.

It's beautiful.

He sketches there on occasion, and I see for myself why he chooses that spot. It's like the misty meadows you read about in fairytales. A fantasy world where treetops touch the clouds with sprays of sunlight streaking through, illuminating sparkling rocks as if they are precious gems, making the green grass look like lush carpet.

"They need to get used to the fact that I sometimes talk to male friends. I'm not just going to have Ange as my only friend forever." I shrug trying to justify reasons why I would be bringing a boy over for dinner.

"Males? Plural?" Edward cocks a brow in question.

"You know what I mean."

"Just making sure." He lets go of my hand, securing his arm around my waist instead. He's staking his claim. I know this.

"You're cute when you're territorial." My lips form a coy smile.

"I don't want to lose you again," he says with worry. The words are coated with a bit of bitterness.

"Never."

"Then change that to male—singular."

Patting his chest, trying to unruffle his feathers I say, "Duly noted."

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You'd think we are getting ready for the President to come for dinner. The entire day Mom fussed about how the house was a mess and that we needed to make sure everything was just so before our Saturday night,dinner guest arrived.

"Do you think your friend will like my homemade spaghetti sauce?"

"Mom, your sauce is the best. You know it is." I finish setting the last fork on the table at the left side of the plate.

"He's not allergic to mushrooms or tomatoes is he? Should I call his parents?"

My back is to her as I speak. "Edward is not five years old, Mom. I'm sure he's not allergic to anything." I pause, folding napkins for each place setting and then mumble.

"Except for Dad."

"What'd you say, sweetie?"

"Oh, I said, that would be bad." I lied.

I didn't know why she was getting all worked up over Edward coming. Maybe it's because this is the first time I've asked for a boy to come to dinner, or to come over to our house, period. When I was little, I played with our neighbor Alec, but he moved when we were both eight-years-old. It's probably good that he moved because I was tired of him cutting off my Barbie's hair and using my glitter nail polish to paint his bike. He was fun for awhile until he wasn't. Then Ange came into the picture, and it's been just the two of us since forever.

My dad saunters in the room looking 'ever the cop'…With his weapon secured in his shoulder holster. The stupid thing about it is he didn't even work today.

"Smells great, Renee." He kisses her cheek and then takes a glass out of the cupboard pouring himself an iced tea.

"You think your mother went to this much trouble when I came to dinner the first time?" His voice is brash. He leans against the counter waiting for a reply.

"Oh, Charlie,"Mom turns to answer and notices his work attire. Her gaze falls on the black accessory he's chosen to wear. "For goodness sakes! Why in the world are you wearing your gun?"

Mom stirs the sauce once more before tossing the kitchen towel over her shoulder.

"Really, Dad, Edward is justa friend. Do you want to scare away my friends?" My shoulders slump as I sigh; making it known; I'm frustrated.

"Charlie, I'll tell you this … When I invited you for dinner—way back when." Mom is flailing her hands above her head. "My father didn't act like you are right now. And in fact, my mom did go to this much trouble of fixing a nice dinner, to make a good impression. If you remember correctly, she made this same spaghetti dinner that I'm making now." Mom crosses her arms in frustration, giving him the 'you better shape up look.'

Dad squints his eyes; I think he's pissed that Mom just called him out. He blinks a few times then straightens his back, but then his dark eyes soften. I see something silent going on between my parents.

"Fine, I'll take off the gun." He shrugs his right shoulder and then moves them together effectively letting the well-worn leather straps slip from his body. He catches the holster as it falls and reaches with his right hand before the gun hits the ground. "I'll put it away, but it's not going to be far from my reach."

Mom and Iboth shake our heads in exasperation and continue to do a few last minute touches before my guy shows up.

Water glasses are filled,and the French bread is in the oven when I hear the doorbellring.

"I'll get it," I shout and takeoff running toward the door. I want to beat my dad to this task; otherwise, I have a feeling Edward will bolt from the premises.

"Charlie, stay put." I hear Mom say behind me as my feet make virtual ruts in the floor trying to beat Dad to the door.

My hand stills on the doorknob for only a second, just so that I can catch my breath and prepare slightly for Edward being in my house for the first time … Asan invited guest, using the front door.

I do a double take when it registers that the boy standing in front of me wearing a white, button-down oxford shirt and a black skinny tie, along with black pants is Edward. His face is clean shaven, and I notice when he licks his lips to wet them that his tongue piercing is gone.

"Cookie?" I know my brows are in my hairline because this new boy is a complete shock.

With lips that curl into a sweet smile, he answers, "Puddin'?"

"What the?" I lean my body out the door; he's still standing on the porch. I haven't invited him in yet. "Rose give you a makeover?"

His eyes crinkle as he laughs. "Something like that. Alice was there too."

"Nice." I shake my head, our noses touch briefly,and he places a quick kiss to my hungry lips.

I hear footsteps coming our way. "What's so funny out there?" Charlie's voice is loud, and I jump. I take Edward's arm noticing for the first time that he's holding two bouquets of flowers in his hand.

"Uh, Dad,"I say as Edward walks into our house. "This is Edward Cullen; Edward, my dad, Charlie." Edward shifts the bouquets so he can shake my dad's proffered hand.

"Nice to meet you, Charlie."

My bad boy must be under this pressed shirt, and shiny shoes, somewhere.

Dad gives a nod with a blank look marring his face. If he weren't my dad I'd be scared at this moment, but Edward seems fine.

"That's Chief Swan."

"Yes, sir. Nice to meet you, Chief."

"Dad!" I exclaim, clearing my throat hoping he remembers Mom's talk from a few minutes before. Just then, Mom comes floating in from the other room light on her feet and bubbling with excitement.

"This young man must be, Edward." She says,and he offers her a bouquet of fresh spring flowers. Pinks, yellows and greens surrounded by white baby's breath.

"Yes, ma'am. These are for you."

"Oh my gosh, thank you. And call me, Renee." Her smile is brilliant, and I'm grateful she is making this otherwise, tense introduction more comfortable. Dad glares at her like he's jealous that she just received flowers from another male. Edward has his chin up, unaffected by my father's shitty attitude.

Good for you Cookie.

She takes a breath in oohing and ahhing over how beautiful the flowers are.

Edward then hands me the last of the bouquets. It's gorgeous; a dozen red, sweetheart roses.

"Thank you," I say, trying to keep myself from leaping into his arms for a big kiss. It's the first time I've ever been given flowers from anyone,and it's a major thing for me. But I rein it in. "These are really pretty." I hope it sounds nonchalant for my parents'sake. Later though, when he sneaks into my room—'cause I know he will—I'll thank him properly.

"Um, is something burning?" Edward asks.

"Oh goodness." Renee turns tail, her apron strings swinging as she runs back to the kitchen. The garlicky French bread warming in the oven has taken a turn for the worst.

We follow closely behind Mom.

The kitchen is smoky, filled with the bitter smell of burnt garlic and charred bread. A thick ribbon of gray smoke is wafting from the oven when she opens the door.

"Be careful." Edward says and steps forward, taking the hand towel from the kitchen counter. "Let me." His arm is outstretched keeping Mom from the source of danger as ifshe's a toddler. Mom steps aside and he pulls the cookie sheet with the burnt bread out of the hot oven.

I can't help but laugh when dad stands there helpless. He rolls his eyes at the display of chivalry before him, my dinner date saving my mom from the perils of bread-gone-bad.

Chalk one up for Edward.

"Thank you, Edward." Mom says, slightly embarrassed that part of our dinner is a fail. I can tell,by the way her cheeks turn pink.

Dad comments, "Well, I guess we'll just have spaghetti and salad. The bread is a crispy critter."

Laughter rings out through the kitchen. Dad must be lightening up because he smiles and offers Edward a seat at the dinner table.

Conversation flows easily during our meal, and I'm impressed with how Edward holds his own. He's intellectual, and it's really hot—this Edward also turns me on. I shouldn't be surprised since his parents are both doctors, I'm sure he has deep conversations with them daily, or maybe he's putting on a good show for the 'rents. Up until now we haven't really spoken much about our parents, so I'm looking forward to meeting his soon. The fact that he's getting a good taste of mine at the moment, and it's going well, gives me hope that meeting his parents will be just fine.

Reaching under the table placing my hand on his thigh I have the urge to tease him. I put my glass to my lips trying to look inconspicuous, taking a small drink. He doesn't flinch; instead he has plans for me. His warm hand rests over the top of mine. At first I think he's going to stop me, but then he's moving our hands ever so slowly to his crotch.

His dick is hard.

But when is it not?

His black slacks are stretched tight in the spot where his hard-on lies. I know this because when he curls his fingers making mine curl along with his, I feel it in the palm of my hand. I try to move,but he holds me firmly in place.

My reaction comes in the form of choking and sputtering water down the front of my cardigan-covered dress.

"You okay, sweetie?" My mom asks, and Dad gives a cocked brow in my direction. If I didn't know better, I'd think he knows some hanky-pankyis taking place down under.

I nod my head, still coughing, dabbing my napkin to my lips.

Dad's questioning look is still there, but Edward keeps talking to my mom about his plans for college—never pausing or missing a beat. A half smile tugs at his lips because he knows he's ramping me up. You'd never know that anything unsavory is happening under the tablecloth by the way Edward keeps his cool.

He's so bad … I mean, so good.

Edward doesn't release my hand; instead, he squeezes tighter, rubbing my palm up and down his full, hard length.

I want to moan, take his hard-on fully in my grip and stroke him. What we are doing is risky—making me more turned on—knowing the stakes of getting caught are much greater. I feel wetness between my legs and hope that my panties can contain my seeping reaction. Taking a deep breath as I twirl my fork into the spaghetti, I exhale before I take a bite.

I want Edward to see how I suck a lone piece of pasta into my mouth, so I linger with the long noodle hanging from my lips.

Finally, I suck slowly.

The sauce coated noodle curling, whipping until it's completely out of sight.

"Mmm," I say as I chew, trying to sound seductive, but yet from a parent's POV I have to make it sound like I'm just enjoying the delicious dinner in front of me.

This makes Edward pause, stuttering a few of his words. Enjoying the power I have over his reaction, I press my hand down on his arousal.

He gets himself in check and continues right along with the conversation. His hand keeps up the slow stroking rhythm under the table. Dad has now joined inon the conversation, mostly looking at my mom as she speaks. Thisnow gives Edward the courage to pick up some speed and make a little more friction between my palm and his dick.

If my brain weren't so clouded with sexual thoughts, I'd be discovering new things about my boyfriend. I do however hear bits and pieces which intrigue me. He says his father and mother would like him to attend medical school and follow in their footsteps, but they also want him to be happy, so they support him in whatever endeavors he chooses.

Stroke.

Deep breath in.

Exhale slowly.

This statement clears my brain funk long enough to hear him admit to my parents that he's artistic.

I am lucid enough to remember that the University of Washington in Seattle has an excellent art program, and that's where I plan to attend. So a big part of me hopes we will end up in the same place.

Stroke.

Deep breath in.

Exhale slowly.

He hasn't said he's pursuing anything in the art field as of yet, but after seeing what he can do with a sketch pad and a charcoal pencil, I know he would succeed.

"Edward, have you had enough?" My dad asks, stopping my heart.

My heart doesn't start beating again until I realize that he's talking about food and not the hand job I'm providing. Nodding, patting his belly with his left hand he says, "Yes, sir, I've enjoyed everything at this table tonight. The conversation, the food …" He trails off and gives my hand an extra squeeze.

Mom smiles, looking at Edward,"I'm so happy you were able to come."

Edward clears his throat and my eyes bug at the word that she chooses to use.

"I'm happy I came, too. Bella is one of the best girls around, and I'm thankful she's been able to give me a hand …" he pauses,"…At school, with my art project." He continues. "I loved sketching her for our art project a few weeks ago."

"She is the best, isn't she?" Mom gushes.

Dad stands taking his and my mother's plate to the kitchen.

"How about Bella and I run and pick up some dessert? My treat," Edward says, his dick twitching through the thin material of his pants. I can't believe he's keeping his facial expressions so neutral since I'm about to have an orgasm at this point.

I hope Mom agrees to Edward's offer.

"That would be lovely. I'll help Dad in the kitchen while you two go."

When Mom turns her back to walk away, Edward turns toward me,his eyes hooded with desire. His sudden change in demeanor makes a shiver run from my head to my toes. The look on his face tells me he's ready to relieve himself, and I'm going to help him.

"Let's go, Puddin'." And I'm right; I hear it in his low, husky voice.

The minute we close the front door behind us he has me pushed up against the metal siding of the house, trapping me between his arms.

"Do you know how close I am to coming all over these pants?"

I shake my head.

"If we stayed at that table for one more minute, I'd either have some explaining to do or your dad would have had me by the balls."

His lips are barely pressed to my lips, and his warm breath washes over me.

"Get in the car."

Edward's instructions turn me on, and the weight of my chest is heavy as I take labored breaths.

I like how he takes control.

This is the bad boy I remember from the first day he held my hand leading me to the field turning me into a pile of goo.

As we turn the corner leaving my house, Edward guns the engine driving us to a secluded street nearby, which is also five minutes from Volturi's Creamery.

"Take your panties off, we don't have much time."

The excitement of what's happening sends my body into overdrive. My hands shake with nervous anticipation.

When he opens his door and climbs out I ease my panties down my thighs. I'm slipping them over my sandals just as he's at my door pulling it open.

I can't get over his clean look and his smart clothes; he looks different, but who I see standing in front of me is the Edward I know.

Strong hands grip my hips turning me, so my legs are hanging out the door.

Skilled hands push my dress up exposing me, and then he's dropping to his knees nudging my thighs apart.

"This," he says as his fingers slide lazily up to where I'm dripping wet. My thighs quiver when he touches my sensitive lower lips. "I've needed this all day."

My head falls back at his words.

Needy.

Sexy.

Lustful.

I feel the softness of his cheeks on my inner thighs as he hooks my legs over his shoulders.

"You're sexy as fuck."

The nasty words coming from his mouth serve to further my arousal. Making soft moans spills from my lips.

My fingers comb through his hair, bringing him closer to where I want him.

"I need you," I tell him, my nails grazing his scalp as I grip tighter. My pebbled nipples straining against my lacey bra sends waves of arousal to my core.

The wetness weeping from my pussy collects on the seat underneath my naked behind, and I barely have enough wits about me to care.

"I know." He says all cocky. I want him to hurry—to satisfy my need for him—but he's taking his time even though he's the one that says we need to hurry.

His nose touches my soft folds spreading me slightly as his head tips back, bringing his mouth in contact with my juicy center. Slow, languid licks drive me insane. His tongue feels smooth, different from when the metal barbell is present.

"More," I demand and he wiggles his nose from side to side grazing my mound, giving me more pleasure as he lavishes my nub. The cool springtime air combined with scents of hot, musky bodies is a heady mixture.

I'm close to coming, and he's only been between my legs for less than a minute. My chest rises and falls, trying to feed my hungry lungs and soothe my aching pussy.

Blissful sounds filter through the car. Edward's fingers dig into the softness at my hips as I roll them seeking more.

"Oh, gawd," I utter, barely forming coherent words. My pussy presses harder into Edward's face the more I lift my hips from his damp leather seat.

Sounds of sucking, licking and humming at the apex of my thighs and the sight of Edward's lips and tongue— wet and juicy from my desire—sends me soaring. The buildup is a slow climb but when I've reached the height from where I can fall back to the horizon, I scream out my pleasure. It's then he inserts two fingers into my slick center, curling and pumping with rapid succession.

My thighs close, gripping his head as I feel the intensity of the orgasm that Edward has gifted me. He doesn't stop but slows down as I tremble.

Perspiration prickles my brow, my entire body too warm, especially the parts still covered by clothing.

My flesh is ultra sensitive to his touch, and I shudder when he doesn't remove his fingers.

"You turn me on." He says, wiping me from his mouth with the back of the hand, the one not currently inside of me. "I want to do this to you every day."

Closing my eyes, tipping my head back to rest on the center console, I feel him stand, and then cover me with his body. His dick presses into my stomach but his fingers are still giving me pleasure. He sucks my bottom lip in his mouth; the taste of me on his lips is arousing.

"Touch my dick."

I'm surprised when I find that Edward is bare, his pants and boxers already pushed down to his knees.

The feel of him in my hand, skin on skin is otherworldly. His skin is 's the first time I've held him in my hand, and I want to give him as much pleasure as he's given me.

I reach between my legs to wet my fingers, and then wrap them around his dick once more. I've seen it on Tumblr, so I take the chance that I should do this for his comfort.

"Oh, yeah." He coaxes while I stroke him from base to tip. He's much bigger than I even imagined. Not huge, but big enough that both of my fists fit comfortably. I move one hand to his neck, holding tight, needing something to brace myself as I keep stroking him.

He pants, sucking breath in between his teeth. "You've done this before."

"No." I say shaking my head increasing the pace of my hand, letting my thumb graze over the head, swiping drops of wetness.

He's increased the speed of his fingers, adding his thumb to my clit for more stimulation.

In the heat of passion we don't realize how long we've been gone, so when the shrill tone of my cell phone rings from the cup holder by my head, it startles me; making me squeeze Edward tighter than I intend.

"Just like that."

Wow, he likes it that way.

I don't stop to answer, knowing it's most likely my parents checking up on us.

"Don't stop."

With shaking thighs and a hand, filled with Edward, I fall into the same 'feels' I had a few minutes ago.

Flying.

Falling.

Happily sated.

But the boy in my hand still needs his, and I'm not stopping until I make him delirious.

"I'm gonna come." He informs, his lips now firmly on mine muffling the sounds of his impending orgasm. I pick up even more speed, and he seems to agree with what I'm doing.

"Don't stop."

Just as he's ready to come he retreats from the car, taking his dick in his own hand pumping a few more times until he's shooting his come in thick streams onto the cracked street.

I'm sitting as he does this, watching in complete awe of what a penis can do. Like I've said before, I've only seen this crap on the internet—not in real life.

"That's so cool," I mutter, to myself, hoping he didn't hear my remark.

"Wait until this baby is in your mouth, and that happens." He's panting, out of breath.

I swallow thickly, wondering if I can handle the amount of what he just released.

Will it fit in my mouth?

Will I choke?

But along with those thoughts come the arousing facts that I'll get to feel him in my mouth and taste him like he's just tasted me.

"I can't wait."

As he tucks himself back into his black slacks and wipes the dirt off his knees, I pull on my panties and fix my dress.

"Puddin'?" He offers his hand, and I take hold so he can pull me from the car.

He wraps his arms around my waist, bending so his nose at my neck kissing me softly. "Thank you," he says, his hands smoothing down my back and over the swell of my backside.

"No thanks needed. I wanted it too." I pull away slightly, straightening the tie that is still securely around his neck. I don't realize my lip is tucked between my teeth until he takes his thumb releasing it.

"We better go. You need some dessert."

"I thought that's what I just had?" I tease.

His lips find mine, placing a chaste kiss on them.

"But your parents are expecting us home soon."

He waits until I have the seatbelt fastened before leaning into the car to whisper in my ear.

"This time though, no sucking the ice cream from the bottom of your cone, unless you're ready to suck my dick. That shit turned me the fuck on."

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Mom is sitting on the couch and Dad in his recliner when we finally walk in with ice cream.

"Was Volturi's packed tonight?" Dad questions.

"Yes, sir, very busy," Edward lies. He's very good at keeping a straight face.

"Yeah. We waited forever." My tongue swipes a drip of the cookie dough ice cream running down my cone.

Edward sets the sack down on the coffee table so my parents can dig in and get theirs.

"Thank you for making an ice cream run," Mom says, taking her cup of dessert in hand.

Dad's eyes linger on us for a few long seconds before leaning forward to retrieve his.

Edward and I are keeping a fair amount of distance between us, so I'm not sure why he's staring.

The few feet between us … it's friendly.

What we'd done in his car thirty minutes prior still has my body turned on, and I pray the parentals can't tell by our guilty looks that we just made it to third base.

"Well, thank you for a great dinner, Renee … Chief."

I know we need to say goodnight, but I don't want him to leave. I can't hug him, kiss him or act like I'm going to die when he leaves. He's a friend. I gotta keep things in the friend zone as long as my parents are in the room.

"You're welcome." Mom says smiling. This time I feel like she more intuitive than I've given her credit for. "Come back again soon, okay?"

"I'd love to."

Little do they know he will be here in about two hours, once they go to bed.

My window will be unlocked,and Edward and I will be snuggled in my bed.

Dad still has a weird look on his face,and I keep thinking he's going to pull the Meet the Fockers' I'm watching you signal.

But he doesn't.

He's cool.

Standing while shaking Edward's hand, Dad's remark mirrors Mom's, telling Edward he's always welcome.

Turning to me with a polite smile, Edward says, "Thank you, Bella, for tonight."

"Uh, yeah, thanks for the um … flowers and … this." I hold up my cone biting off the tip from the bottom, taking a long suck from the opening.

I know I've just provoked him,and I don't even care.

The look he has on his face as he leaves is priceless.

And I know exactly what I'll be doing when his DC covered feet enter my bedroom tonight.

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