A/N: You are all so amazingly sweet. Thank you all for your kind words and patience. I am utter fail and didn't respond to last chapter's reviews - but please know I read all of them and thank you so much for taking the time to leave your thoughts as well as your love. The last couple of weeks have been so bittersweet, and hearing from you all definitely put a smile on my face, so thanks. I hope when you read this chapter I'll be let off the hook for my response fail.

Huge, massive, honey dipped thanks to my beta Char - she whipped my ass and helped me make this chapter way better than the original draft - thanks is certainly not enough. ILY.

Spanks and special fudgey brownies to my prereaders Gin & Caren. This chapter is wonderh00r twin approved.

Special shoutout to Nic (PerfectlyPersuasive) for looking over a bit of this chapter & just generally being awesome. You're the vodka to my Red Bull. xo

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. I just enjoy getting them high.

I really am sorry. Please text me back.

I stare at the screen of my cell phone, glaring at Alice's text, hoping she can feel how pissed off I still am. I know she was drunk, and while I certainly have first hand experience of doing stupid shit while drunk, I still can't believe she told Jasper. After the party in the woods, I did my best to ignore Alice, which proved to be hard. That girl has the market cornered on the sad puppy dog look. It also doesn't help that she sent over a double batch of her special extra fudgey brownies.

The bus we're on soars over some bumps, and my cell phone slips from my hand.

Shit.

Thankfully, Edward's quick reflexes come to the rescue as his hand shoots out to save my phone from shattering on the floor. He glances at the screen before handing it back to me with a scowl.

"Tila Tequila still trying to apologize?" he asks, using the horrible nickname he gave Alice after that night.

"Yes, and don't call her that," I chastise. "She's still my best friend."

Edward snorts and shakes his head.

"I so don't understand girls sometimes."

I roll my eyes but keep quiet, not wanting to argue with him, despite the fact that he was back to being BFFs with Jasper after only one day of not speaking to him. Apparently all it takes is fifteen minutes of grunting and sweaty wrestling around on the floor of the Hood for boys to forgive each other.

My phone buzzes in my hand, and I debate not even checking it. How many more times can Alice apologize? I just need a few more days to be pissed off and then we'll be fine. The phone feels heavy in my hand, and after five minutes I can't help but check the screen. One quick glance at it and I'm glad that I did. Snorting, I pass the phone over to Edward, urging him to look at it. With a raised eyebrow he takes it from me, and I have to bite my lower lip so I don't burst out laughing.

Edward's eyes grow large as he reads the text and he doesn't hold back. Loud, bell-like laughter erupts from deep in his belly. Then, a wicked smile flits across his face.

Oh no.

I grab my phone away from him and text Alice back.

We're even. Love you.

I put my phone in my purse and look up in time to see Edward start to slowly rise and face the rest of the bus. He looks like he's about to make an announcement and I slink lower into my seat, knowing what's about to come. As much as I want to get back at Jasper, I so don't want to deal with any stupid drama for the rest of this trip. Before Edward is able to say anything, Mrs. Cope is up at the front of the bus, blathering away.

"When we reach our hotel, you are to meet up with your assigned roommate and drop your luggage off. Please do this as quickly as possible because we are meeting our guide at Market Square for lunch and a bit of sight seeing before heading over to Craigdarroch Castle. Make sure to bring your cameras!" she trills before sitting down.

Edward goes to stand up again, but I think what he's about to do is a big mistake, so I tug on his sleeve, pulling him towards me.

"Who's your roommate again?" I ask, trying to distract him.

"Marcus," he says with a shrug. Edward's lucky, at least he got paired with somebody he knows and likes.

"You?" he asks, even though I'm pretty sure I already told him.

"Dee Miller," I say with a sigh. It's not that I don't like Dee, it's just that I don't really know her. She's sort of quiet, in a total bookish way, but also plays soccer. That's pretty much the extent of my knowledge. I mean, I guess it's better than getting stuck with Lauren, so I shouldn't really complain.

"I wish we were roommates," says Edward with a smirk, and I can't contain my smile.

"Me too."

Ever since I told Edward that I was ready to go all the way, we haven't had a moment to ourselves. I'm not sure when we will, but I feel like if it's not sometime soon, I might explode. Edward threads his hand in mine and pecks me on the cheek.

"Soon," he says, as if knowing what I'm thinking.

I snuggle into his chest, and we talk quietly until the bus pulls in. I breathe a sigh of relief that Edward forgot his intended mission as we get off the bus. Unfortunately, as soon as he spots Jasper he makes a beeline for him. At least everyone else seems distracted with getting their suitcases and trudging into the hotel. By the time I make it to them, Jasper has Edward in a headlock, shouting at him to "take it back!"

I throw myself into the mix, pulling Jasper off of Edward.

"Are you two stupid?" I hiss. "You're going to get thrown off the trip, or even worse, suspended, if you continue acting like jackasses."

By now my voice has gotten louder, and we've gathered a small crowd around us. At least the boys have stopped fighting. I'm still angry, though, and keep going.

"So what," I say, glaring at Edward. "So Jasper sucks his thumb in his sleep. No big deal! It's not like..."

I'm prevented from saying anything else by Edward, who's clapped his hand over my mouth. He pulls me away as he gives Jasper the finger with his free hand.

"Love you too, man," Jasper replies, flipping him the bird back.

Boys.

OoOoOoOoOoO

I don't have much of a chance to talk to Dee when we first make it to our room because after Edward and Jasper's little stunt outside, there's not a lot time left to unpack and get back to the bus. She seems nice enough, and hopefully she'll break out of her shell the longer we bunk together. The rest of the day is spent touring different parts of Vancouver and passes quickly amidst eating, shopping and historical ruins. A few hours after dinner, we're all sent to our rooms with explicit instructions not to leave them until seven the next morning.

I turn the TV on as a distraction, and with The DaVinci Code on in the background, I stuff my face with honey-mustard pretzels and text both Alice and Edward. Dee seems to be heavily into the movie, and the most words we share is when I pass her my bag of pretzels, offering her some. So when she starts talking suddenly, I'm pretty surprised.

"Hey, Bella?" Dee asks, her voice wavering a bit.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Um, so are you...I mean...is it true that Edward Cullen is your boyfriend?"

Her face flushes, and she's looking anywhere but at me. I have no idea what her deal is. Is she hoping I'm not so she can make a move? I already have to deal with Lauren Mallory making stupid googoo eyes at him. I don't need more competition. Damn. I actually thought Dee had friend potential, too.

"Yup," I respond, setting a stern glare in her direction.

Although, instead of looking crestfallen, her eyes light up, and she actually smiles.

"That is awesome!" she squeals, and now I'm totally confused. "Um, do you think that maybe he can...or you could..."

After restarting her sentence twenty different times, she finally spits it out.

"Do you think I could meet Marcus? I know they're roommates, and he's just totally hot and I've always been too nervous to go up and talk to him myself, but maybe, I dunno, you could convince Edward to stay here and I would have to go there. Not for the entire night," she quickly adds, although I doubt Edward would be adverse to that plan. "Just for a couple hours. Maybe?"

"I think we can arrange something, Dee," I reply with a wink, causing her to freak out and start tearing through her suitcase in search of something to wear.

I don't have the heart to tell her that Marcus seems to have the libido of a cold fish, and most likely anything she wears, or doesn't, won't have much of an effect. But, the poor girl seems smitten, and who am I to rain on her lovesick parade? Especially if it gets me some much needed alone time with my boyfriend. After a few quick texts back and forth it's decided that I'll go over to their room and Marcus will come over here. When he shows up he looks mildly disgruntled, but once he sets his eyes on Dee, his lips curl up into something resembling a smile - a first for him, I think. I cross fingers and toes that he'll at least be polite to sweet Dee. Then, I make a bee line for Edward's room.

Edward's lips attack mine the second I'm in his room. I barely have a second to say hi, and he's already stolen my breath away. I melt into his arms, relishing his warmth.

"Mmm..." he sighs. "Honey mustard?"

"Huh?" I ask, still in my kiss-induced daze.

He nods towards my mouth. "You taste like honey mustard."

My hand flies up to cover my mouth.

"I had pretzels," I mumble, trying to sniff my own breath to see how rank it is. "Sorry."

"It's fine," he says with a laugh. "Tangy."

I roll my eyes as I follow him into his room. It looks pretty much the same as the one I'm sharing with Dee, although it's already messy, clothes strewn about everywhere. There's also a lingering scent of sweaty boy already permeating the place. I should have had Edward come back to our room.

I look around and realize there's no place to sit except for the bed. The desk chairs they have are piled high with dirty towels and open duffel bags. I slowly make my way to the bed and sit down, hearing the groan of the mattress beneath me. Edward hops on behind me and starts massaging my shoulders. After hours on a bumpy school bus, his hands feel heavenly, and I moan under his touch. Soon, my arms, back and neck feel like jelly, and I fall backwards onto the bed. Edward takes advantage of this, rolling over to lay down next to me.

He runs his fingers up and down my arm, sending shivers all throughout my body. Edward is near enough that each time he exhales, his warm breath washes over me, sending me spinning. His eyes are shining brightly as he looks at me. I stare right back at him, lost in the shimmering green, with no hint of redness anywhere. Neither of us is talking, but words aren't really needed right now. I can tell with every touch, every look, what he's feeling. I feel it too.

This is it.

We have a room all to ourselves, no parents around or friends to interrupt us. There's no champagne or rose petals or anything outrageous. Just us. I only feel slightly overwhelmed, but mostly in a good way. My body is aching for Edward's touch, and my mind and heart are ready as well. I want all of him so badly. A flash of nerves buzzes through me as I realize this is really going to happen. I glance over to see Edward looking at me curiously. He can tell something is up. I lick my lips, which are suddenly dry, before I speak.

"Remember how I said I was ready?" I ask Edward, as if he could forget.

He gulps and then nods slowly.

"I'm still ready," I say, feeling the heat of my blush flood my cheeks.

My heart is pounding in my chest, and I'm sure if Edward moves any closer he'll be able to feel it. My entire body is trembling in anticipation, and my breath hitches as Edward slowly removes my pants, followed quickly by my undies. I glance down and notice that somehow Edward's pants are off too, and he's only wearing his boxers.

"Are...are you sure, Bella?" he asks, looking up at me.

It's my turn to nod.

"I'm sure. I'm just...excited, and maybe a little nervous, you know? This is kind of a big deal," I explain.

Edward nods in agreement and moves back up to kiss me. His lips meld to my own, and all the nervous thoughts running through my head are silenced as his lips caress mine. His hands start to wander as his tongue parts my lips, and I sigh. Under his gentle touch I can feel his hard peen up against my leg, even through his boxers. I shift around underneath him until we're lined up perfectly. Edward feels what I'm doing and begins to slowly thrust against me.

This might be considered a dry hump, except for the fact that I'm completely naked down there and soaking wet. I'm certain that I'm coating his boxers thoroughly. Edward doesn't seem to care, and continues to move up and down, his peen teasing me with each pass. It feels really good as he goes back and forth, and when he makes contact with my clit, twingles shoot down my legs, curling my toes. I relax more, thinking that this won't be as intense as I've built it up to be in my head.

Edward's mouth moves from my lips to my neck, and he leaves biting kisses in a path up towards my ear. When he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and sucks, my hips thrust up, meeting his. We're positioned in such a way, that his peen actually pokes me right where I want it to be. Edward is sort of, kind of, almost inside me. Sure, he's covered in a thin layer of cotton, but we're still almost having sex. My breathing speeds up at this realization, which causes Edward to pull back.

"You okay?" he asks, checking in.

"Mmhmm," I answer.

Edward settles himself back between my thighs and continues to grind up against me, but this time makes sure not to slip in without warning. Then, all of a sudden, he slumps down against my shoulder, growling out.

"Shit!"

Oh no. Did he jizz in his boxers again? This could become quite the problem. I'm fearful if this is the case, because he was kind of hard on himself last time.

"It's...it's fine," I whisper reassuringly, and Edward looks up at me, his eyebrow cocked.

"What is?" he asks

"Um...that," I say, with a wave of my hand towards his boxers.

"What? Oh!" he says, realization dawning on his face. "You thought that I...did that...again? Oh, no. I'm good. I'm, uh...cool, with uh...that."

He looks a bit sheepish as he says that, and I wonder if he employed Jasper's method of lasting longer before I came over. Doing my best not to let that thought distract me, I ask him what he meant.

"No condom," he explains with a frown.

Shit is right.

"You don't have any?" I ask, wondering why he didn't think to bring any.

"No," he says, and I can tell he's mentally slapping himself. "Oh! Wait a sec!"

With no other words, he dashes off to the room's bathroom, and I hear him rifling through the drawers. A few seconds later he returns triumphantly, holding up a strip of black squares in his hand.

"Where did those come from?" I ask, pushing myself to sit up.

"Um, uh...You don't want to know," Edward says as he tries to kiss me.

I pull back, because I'm pretty sure I want to know where the condom I'm about to use came from. I arch my eyebrow in question, prompting Edward to answer. He mumbles something, and I have to strain myself to hear.

"Marcus?" I shriek, making sure I heard him correctly.

"Yeah," Edward replies with a shrug.

"That's just...ugh," I shudder, and Edward nods in agreement.

"Can we...can we not think about that?" he asks as he climbs back onto the bed.

"No problem."

And I mean it.

Thankfully, it's not hard to forget about Marcus once Edward starts touching me again.

"Mmm..." I sigh as his body covers mine again and his hands travel up and down my legs, caressing them sweetly.

Edward's fingers trail down, and he spreads my legs open wider, stroking me softly. My body responds to his touch, shivering slightly as his fingers plunge inside. He works his usual magic, and soon I'm panting, wanting him to do something, anything to send me over the edge. But instead of giving me more, he pulls out. Grabbing one of the condoms, Edward tears it open and sits back on his heels, rolling it down on himself. It's pretty hot watching him touch himself, but I gulp, realizing that he'll be inside me soon.

Laying back over me once the condom is securely on, Edward's lips find mine. We kiss, and I'm grateful that he doesn't try to just do it right away. Instead, he focuses on my lips and my cheeks and my neck before I can feel his peen right there. It feels a little slimy, but I guess the condom has some type of lube on it. He slowly starts to push his way in, and it feels okay. It doesn't really hurt, but it also doesn't feel amazing, like when his fingers are there.

I let out a breath, and whisper, "More..." letting him know that he can keep going.

So he does, and as he pushes further in, I feel a burning pain rip through me. It starts at the bottom of my vag, and radiates all around as Edward not only fills but stretches me. Tears sting at the corners of my eyes as he continues to push forward, and I choke out a gasp, as the burning goes up a notch.

"Are...are you all the way in?" I ask through clenched teeth.

Edward looks down and then back at me, shaking his head.

"No. I'm only about halfway in. Is it too much?"

Fuck. Only half way in? That's not good. I shake my head and encourage him to keep going. I figure once he's in the pain has to subside and I'll be fine. And...I'm right, for the most part. The pain eventually dies down, but instead of a fabulous, mind-blowing orgasm accompanied by rainbows and unicorns, I just feel...numb.

Did Edward break me?

The thought sounds ridiculous even in my own head, so I'm sure it's just a momentary thing. Edward starts to move inside me and still...no twingles. I can feel him go in and out, but I'm not understanding what the big deal is. Maybe Edward didn't break me. Maybe I'm already broken.

I contemplate this as Edward continues to thrust into me, his face turning red as sweat drips down his forehead into his eyes. It doesn't seem to bother him and soon he starts shouting out my name, interspersed with a few "Oh! Fuck!"s for good measure. Watching him move above me is surreal. I can feel his arms encasing my body and the way his hips slap against mine with each thrust. The heat in his eyes makes me shiver and I smile, watching him lose himself above me. As Edward bends his head down, his lips sucking hard on the spot where my neck meets my shoulders, I moan. Feeling him mark me in more ways then one is amazing and I can't believe we're actually doing this. His hand snakes down between us and I can feel him nudge my clit. He rubs it slightly and that feels good, so I sigh. It's nowhere near the twingles I normally get, but I'm glad to know I'm not totally messed up.

A few more thrusts later and I feel Edward still inside of me as he shouts out my name, followed by a deep groan. Then, he collapses down on top of me. I smile, doing a little internal happy dance that I was able to get him off in that way. But, it doesn't last long because Edward's hot and sweaty, and it's not the most enjoyable feeling right now. I wiggle a bit underneath him, and he gets the hint. He rolls off me, kissing me on the mouth before he flops down on his back. It feels funny between my legs where he just was. I have a super urgent need to pee, so I make a dash to the bathroom, grabbing my underwear as I go.

While I pee, I feel a slight burn, but otherwise I seem okay. There's a spot of pink when I wipe, and I only have a minor freakout over that. After I wipe a few times it goes away, though, so I calm down. As I walk back, I can tell that I might be sore later on, though. When I return to the bed, Edward is under the covers, and I slide in next to him. He pulls me to his chest, and I rest my head on it, able to hear his rapidly pounding heart through his skin.

"So that was..." I start to say, not even sure how to finish it. It wasn't mindblowingly awesome or incredibly sexy. But it was...right.

"Yeah."

I wonder how Edward finishes that sentence in his head.

"Holy shit," I say, startled by a realization.

"What's wrong?" Edward asks, pulling back to look at me with concern.

"No, nothing's wrong," I reassure him. "I just realized...I'm no longer a virgin. That just feels so...big."

"That's what she said," Edward jokes with a snort, and I roll my eyes.

"Ha ha. Very funny. But you know what I mean, right?" I ask, wanting to make sure I'm not being a total dork.

"I do. Your cherry is officially popped. And you're right. It's a big deal," he says, and then is quiet for a minute before speaking again. "Hopefully I...uh...made it worthwhile."

I tilt my head to look at him, and his cheeks are flushed. After all that, I can't believe he's worried it wasn't good enough. Although, I guess I wasn't screaming out all porno-like during the actual act.

"It was good. Great, even!" I add quickly, and his face brightens up. "I can't wait to do it again."

Edward's eyes bug out a little, and then he shakes his head with a laugh, holding me close.

"Me neither," he says, sounding excited. "And now we get to try out all sorts of different positions..."

I hadn't even thought of that. But now, that's all I can think of. As we lay there quietly, snapshots of Edward and me in various positions run through my head. I think I remember Alice telling me something about cowgirls or cowboys or something...

"I think I want to be on top, would that be okay?" I ask timidly.

"Would that be okay?" Edward echoes me with a snort. He hugs me even tighter.

"That would be more than okay. I love you, you know," he says as he presses a kiss to my head.

"I know," I say with a grin. "I love you, too."

We don't talk much more, and I find myself completely exhausted. I yawn, and try not to fall asleep, but the pull is too hard. I wake with a jolt a few hours later, realizing where I am. Edward is still next to me, snoring away, and it takes me a couple minutes to wake him up.

"Bella..." he sighs, just before I finally am able to get him fully awake.

"I should sneak back before morning," I say with a frown.

Edward kisses my sad face away, and after a few more kisses he's fully awake and we're making out. Edward's still naked and I'm only wearing my undies, so when I roll on top of him, I can feel him, hard and pulsing, beneath me. His peen makes direct contact with my clit, sending shockwaves throughout my body.

Yes!

I internally fistpump at the sensation, realizing that I'm totally fine. Edward must have just fucked me numb earlier. That can happen...right? I know I'll be spending a good portion of tomorrow texting with Alice, getting her opinion, and I'm super glad that I'm no longer mad at her. Edward's fingers slip down my body and into me and despite feeling a little sore, it actually is wonderful. I'm elated that I'm not defective and that Edward can still make me feel all hot and bothered. Maybe I just need to get used to his coke can cock. I snicker at the term, knowing I would never say it aloud.

I reach blindly for Edward's peen, wanting to help him out as well, and start stroking him in time to the rhythm he's using on me.

"Want to go again?" he asks, nodding towards the condoms.

"Not right now," I say. "I'm a little sore from before."

He nods his head in understanding, and slithers down my body, adding his tongue to the mix. Soon, I'm crying out in bliss, clenching around his fingers. Edward grins as he slides back up, and I smile weakly at him, not even having the energy to finish the handjob I had started.

"That was delicious," I tell him, and his grin turns into a cocky smirk.

My fingers make lazy circles on his thigh as I regroup in order to complete what I started before. Just as I wrap my fingers around his peen, there's a knock on the door, followed by Marcus' voice.

"You fools decent? Because I'm coming in in ten seconds."

"Motherfucker!" growls Edward.

I yelp, leaping up to grab my undies that Edward had ripped from me only minutes before, and toss him his boxers that are crumpled in a ball on the floor.

"Wait one second!" I scream, hoping Marcus hears me as I stumble and nearly fall down on my ass in an attempt to pull my undies on.

"I'm giving you till the count of ten to get your act together, then I'm busting in, naked or not!" he shouts back, and I've never wanted to kill another human being more.

"Ten!"

I finally untwist my undies and pull them up over my ass. Edward remains in bed under the covers, trying his best not to laugh.

"Nine!"

I look around frantically for my shirt and finally spot it near the bedside table.

"Eight!"

Pulling it over my head, I realize too late that I forgot to put my bra back on, but I don't even care. At this rate, going braless will just have to do.

"Seven!"

"Six!"

"Five!"

I'm running around trying to find my pants and end up spotting them in a ball by the foot of the bed. I sit down and attempt to pull them up quickly.

"Four!"

Of course these are my skinny jeans, and with my skin all slick and sweaty, I'm having a hell of a time pulling them back on.

"Three!"

I stand up and wiggle my ass in an attempt to slide these pants on.

"Two!"

I swear I hear Edward snort and turn around just in time to see him dangling my bra between his fingers. I snatch it up quickly and stuff it in my pocket.

"One!"

I get my pants zipped up just as Marcus opens the door, thankfully. I lean over the bed and give Edward a quick kiss before stalking past Marcus.

"Love you, Bella," Edward calls out from his cozy spot under the covers.

"Love you too. See you in the morning."

I scowl at Marcus before booking out of there and tip toeing to my room. I have no idea what to expect when I make it back. I didn't really take in Marcus' appearance, because I was too pissed at his intrusion. I give a gentle knock before letting myself in with the room key. I do a quick sweep of the place and let out my breath. My bed looks untouched, thankfully. Dee's looks a little messy, but the covers aren't pulled back all the way, and it's not like there's a handful of condom wrappers everywhere. The bathroom door is shut, so I figure Dee's in there. I find my pajamas and pull them on super fast while Dee's still doing her business.

I sit on my bed, waiting for her to come out. As I sit down, I wince at the slightly raw feeling down below. It's not painful really, just a bit sore. It was well worth experiencing that first with Edward. Dee comes out a few minutes later, wearing pajamas and grinning goofily. She must notice my matching smile as she hops into her bed.

"Good night?" she asks.

"Mmm..." I sigh, my cheeks hurting from smiling so hard . "You?"

"Oh yes!" she exclaims as she crawls into her bed. "Marcus is...Marcus is just amazing."

Dee also mumbles something else as I walk past her to go brush my teeth, and I just make it out.

"And the rumors were true...his dick is ginormous!"

I gag, glad that I don't have anything in my mouth.

What. The. Fuck?

I really don't need to know the size of Marcus' apparently Guinness record-breaking peen. Regardless, nothing is going to distract me from my memories of last night. I close the door to the bathroom, and lean against it, sliding down to sit on the cool tile of the bathroom. I close my eyes, and immediately I'm thinking about what just happened. A warm feeling courses through my body as I recall everything that happened. I can feel an echo of the pulsing I felt down there, and it totally makes up for the soreness I still feel. I sigh, knowing it will only get better. I pull my knees up to my chest and wrap my arms around them, giggling.

I totally did it with Edward Cullen.

A/N: Mmm...So how was that for you? *grins*

Fingers crossed for a new chapter up next Friday. I'm still getting back into the swing of things, so we'll see. I'll tweet teasers/posting status on Twitter if you follow me there.

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