A/N I've kept you waiting once again. Let me tell you, getting in Edward's head for this chapter was harder - pun intended - than anticipated. Let's hope I did well.

Disclaimer: SM owns Twilight and the canon characters; I came up with the rest. Please do not copy.

26. Educating Miss Swan

Sundays. Up until recently a day for sleeping in and hanging out with Jasper and Emmett. Maybe read a book or an article I could use for one of my classes. The odd family function or brunch with Esme. Deal with a hangover. Whatever. But that all changed three weeks ago.

Three weeks and two days ago I met Bella. A cute girl in a bad situation at a party she shouldn't even have been at. A cute girl I felt an almost immediate pull towards. A girl who was decidedly out of my reach. Never thought I'd refer to her as my girlfriend today. But that's how it turned out. For some unfathomable reason she decided I was worth her time. And I can't even begin to describe how that makes me feel.

Scared. Shitless. Because I've never felt this way about a girl before. Who am I kidding? I've never felt anything for any girl before her. I've never let anyone get this close. Hell, I invited her into my room, wanted her there. No girl beside my sister had ever set foot there. When she saw the family portrait on my wall, I didn't change the subject; I told her about it. I cooked her breakfast yesterday. I was attentive. Another novelty. I've never allowed myself to feel anything besides the obvious sexual attraction (if you could even call it that in some cases – sometimes it was just an easy lay) before. But I wanted more with her. And that thought scared me more than I'd have liked to admit.

Insecure. Because I didn't know where this was going. The situation was kind of out of my control. Would she still want me when she had uncovered all there was to know about me? I kind of opened up to her last night. She saw a vulnerable part of me. No turning back now.

Ashamed. Because of my past. 'Nuff said. Or not.

But most of all happy. Because Bella Swan was my girlfriend. Me, a girlfriend. Can you imagine that? I sure as hell never thought I'd see the day. And we had just had our first date. Granted, it was in the presence of our siblings and best friends, but still. I got to spend an entire day with her, without holding back. Without looking over my shoulder, afraid we might get caught.

About three things I was sure. First, there was a change in me, in part previously instigated, in part empowered by Bella. Second, I was falling for her. Hard. And I knew it. And, most of all, third: I didn't care. I welcomed it, even. I loved this feeling. How she made me feel.

I dare to say I was falling in love with her.

I woke up with a happy grin. Considering I had gone out the night before, I was extremely well-rested of nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. Should I take advantage of the relatively early hour by going for a run? I reached for my phone to call one of the guys, but then thought better of it. Jasper was probably still passed out – that guy could sleep all day if you let him – and Emmett... I didn't even want to know what he was doing right now. Besides, I didn't want to miss running into Bella over breakfast.

Whipped much?

Pathetic, I know, but like I said before: I didn't care anymore. The girl owned me and I was happy to admit it.

Making my way over to the shower I went over yesterday's events. Our first date had gone exceptionally well.

Little emphasis on the exception.

Running into Victoria... not something I had anticipated and most certainly not something I had welcomed.

Up until that point it had all gone smoothly. Bella looked utterly at ease in her dark pants and bright pink hoodie. The color was such a stark contrast with her hair and skin, but in a good way, emphasizing her blush and her lips. I prefered the dark blue of the skimpy satin thing she slept in here, but pink was a close second. She just looked so naturally beautiful yesterday.

I couldn't contain my laughter when Alice started complaining, as was expected, about having to wear bowling shoes. Luckily, I had come prepared. And as soon as she had spotted Jasper, her worries seemed to be forgotten. Typical.

The bowling in itself was hilarious. I knew Bella was rather clumsy and Emmett was just a big goofball in general, but the way those two seemed to battle for the most failed attempts provided enough material for an entire series of slapstick films. But even though Bella couldn't hit the pins if her life depended on it, her good mood didn't suffer. Nor the way my eyes were glued to her every movement. Ogling my girlfriend? Yes, guilty as charged. But can you blame me?

When I walked back to our lane with a fresh round of drinks I noticed her. The last girl I wanted to run into. Occupying the lane next to ours. Victoria. In all of her sluttiness.

The guys were busy devising a strategy to make a spare out of a split, so they hadn't noticed her yet. But Rosalie certainly had, judging by the look on her face. And why was she talking to my sister? I felt the need to step in and make sure Victoria knew to back off, before she did or said anything incriminating. I quickly sidled up to my girl, putting our drinks on the table, and slid my arms around her waist in a slightly possessive gesture.

For the remainder of the game we all tried to pay as little attention to Victoria and her antics as possible. Crisis averted.

Or so I'd thought. Over dinner Bella surprised me by asking about that lapse in judgment. Out of the blue. Within moments our table was empty, save the two of us. At first I tried to make light of it and dismiss her saw right through me, of course. She wanted to know the truth. As she was entitled to. But I was convinced it would drive her away. Surely she wouldn't want to be with someone who had been so callous about sex. Who had fucked a girl like Victoria. Emmett was right: I wasn't good enough for her.

I was so angry at myself for already messing things up that I actually snapped at her. But she surprised me yet again. She basically said it didn't matter to her. Then proceeded to ask questions about it! And just in case I wasn't feeling bad enough about it already, I had to explain how I usually just fucked the cheap and easy girls. I tried to explain to her that I did maintain some boundaries, though, and that things with her were different.

The silence after that was... heavy. How would she take all this information? I expected her to be disgusted by me, or angry. What I wasn't prepared for was realizing I'd made her cry. She tried to deny it, of course, act all tough, but I heard the tremor in her voice and noticed she was fidgeting.

Damn it! I punched my fist against the wall of the shower, just thinking about it now. I had hurt my girl. She deserved better than that. I hit the wall again a couple of times for good measure, then rested my head against it.

At least I had been able to console her and apologize. She had let me hold her and kiss her. And that one confrontation aside, the date went perfectly. By the time we'd made it to the observation deck she was able to relax in my arms again.

But still, I wish I could've avoided that particular confrontation. Or at least postponed until I could tell her on my own terms, thoughtfully and with better timing. Why, of all people, did we have to run into Victoria? Why couldn't it have been Lauren, or Tanya? They had been willing, back in the day, but didn't flaunt their sexlife the way Victoria did.

Karma's a bitch.

After a few minutes I registered the relaxing effect of the hot water and my anxiety abated a little. Other thoughts entered my mind. Memories of yesterday morning. Bella in her skimpy blue satin nightgown, perched on my lap, while I fed her breakfast. Trying to tease and distract her by softly kissing her. It hadn't taken long for her breathing to increase. I reveled in how responsive she was to me. I trailed one hand up her back and goosebumps broke out where I had touched the skin. Intensifying my kisses and nips to her neck, I noticed her nipples had hardened. I wondered if she'd let me touch her. Very carefully I pulled one of the straps down, revealing one of her breasts to me.

The memory alone was enough to get me hard again.

Her breast fit the palm of my hand perfectly. Her skin was even softer there. I wondered what she tasted like. My name tumbled off her lips when my tongue flicked her perfect, pink little nipple. When I looked up at her to gauge her reaction I saw wonder and excitement reflected in her beautiful brown eyes. I was hungry for her and as she pulled me closer I moved to lay her back onto the couch.

Thinking about it now, my right hand moved down my body. I thought back to how my hands roamed her body as I slowly started pumping.

It took me a while to work up the courage to slip my hand inside her panties, but once I did, I nearly came on the spot. Not only was she incredibly wet, she had also been waxed. Quite recently, I would guess.

The memory urged me on and I added more pressure, thinking about how hot and tight she felt around my fingers.

She started writhing under my touch and the most delicious sounds escaped her lips.

I was breathing heavily and had to lean on my left hand that was pressed against the wall for support. What this girl did to me, even just thinking about her!

What happened to not tainting Bella's image, being a gentleman and all that shit?

Well, that's been extremely difficult after yesterday.

Just saying...

Whatever. It's not like I had some sort of superhuman selfcontrol. Not over the way my body reacted to hers, anyway.

Then I started to fantasize how it would feel to have her touch me. She had tried to, but I didn't let her.

Remind me again why?

That moment was about Bella. Just her. But next time... I probably wouldn't stop her.

You'd better not.

Slightly increasing the tempo, I imagined Bella's soft hand replacing my own, stroking gently. I rested my forehead against the tiles of the shower, too worked up to focus on much beside the fantasy and the feeling. Her name slipped out during a stifled moan.

A thud by the door followed by a low curse brought me back to reality.

Fuck. I hadn't been walked in on since I was, what, fifteen? Not counting the time I was fucking a girl on her desk when her roommate came home early. But that was a different situation.

I looked up and locked eyes with Bella.

'Shit!', she cursed again and started backing away, 'Sorry...'

She bolted out of my bathroom. I didn't think. I just ran from my shower, grabbing a towel on the way out and wrapping it around me as I went after her.

'Bella, wait!', I called.

I caught her at my door just as she was about to open it. I turned her around, but she wouldn't look at me.

'Are you okay?'

She shrugged and mumbled another apology. I coaxed her to look at me by tilting her chin up with my finger.

'What are you apologizing for?'

'I, uhm... y-you said I didn't have to k-knock, s-so I came in... B-but I didn't know you were... in the... shower...'

She was beet red and stammering through her explanation.

'Are you embarrassed?'

Nod.

'Because you saw me in the shower or because you saw what I was doing?'

'Both?'

I softly pressed my lips against hers.

'Still?'

'A little.'

I cupped her face and kissed her again.

'There's nothing to be embarrassed about.'

If it had been anyone else, yes, then probably. But not Bella.

'I was thinking about you, you know.'

She blushed again and tried to look away, but I was still holding her face.

'When are you gonna realize I'm all yours? I've got nothing to hide from you.'

She didn't respond verbally, but relaxed slightly in my arms, closed her eyes and sighed.

'How long have you been standing there?'

'A few minutes.'

She blushed, again. Was she still embarrassed about walking in on me? Could be, I mean, despite what happened yesterday morning, she was still rather inexperienced. She had told me so herself. Maybe she had never even seen a guy naked before.

While I was contemplating this, Bella seemed to relax some more and her hands, which had been immobile on my chest up until then, started tracing small designs. It wasn't until one of them reached my happy trail that I realized she might have been blushing for a wholly different reason.

'Like what you saw?'

I was only partly teasing her. She looked up at me through her lashes and nodded.

Damn, she keeps biting that lip! Does she even know how big of a turn on that is?

'You could have joined me...'

Her eyes widened.

Shit. Maybe that was too much.

I decided to take it down a notch and focus on making her feel good. And comfortable. I picked her up and she immediately wrapped her arms and legs around me. Man, did I love being able to do this. I kissed her again and carried her to my bed, leaning over to lay her down. I slided us both further toward the middle of the bed, effectively crawling over her. As Bella untangled herself from me I realized rather belatedly that I was still only clad in a towel. I grabbed it with one hand, holding it in place, while I moved to get up.

She frowned, 'Where are you going?'

'To put some clothes on. I case you hadn't noticed: I'm naked', I grinned and kissed the tip of her nose.

She put her arms around my neck and pulled me back down.

'I don't mind.'

Okay, what?

My girl was gaining confidence with every passing second, it seemed.

'It's just... I'm curious, you know? I saw you, earlier... but now I wanna see for myself.'

'I knew it!', I said, faking hurt, 'You only want me for my body!'

She laughed at my outburst.

'Seriously, Edward, I want to.'

Who am I to deny her what she wanted? I sat back at bit, giving her control. She pushed me back against the headboard and moved to sit beside me. She started kissing me again.

When she continued to do just that for the next few minutes – not that I was complaining, not at all, I could kiss her all day long – I figured she might be feeling selfconscious again, so I decided to encourage her to take the next step. I took her left hand and moved it to the top of my towel. I had shifted a little, which meant she could feel my erection when I gently pushed her hand down.

That ought to get her attention.

Bella pulled out of our kiss, looked down at our hands and back up at me with a curious expression. After I nodded and released her hand she slowly removed the loose towel, keeping her eyes locked with mine. Bt I guess once the towel was gone, leaving me naked before her, her curiosity got the best of her and she chanced a glance down.

It was a good thing I was so incredibly turned on by her, because I was nervous as hell. Not knowing what she might have been expecting was almost as nerve-wrecking as not knowing what she was thinking when she laid eyes on me, all of me, for the first time. Not to sound cocky, but I wasn't exactly lacking in that department. I wasn't hung like some porn star, but I was definitely above average.

Bella didn't say anything. She just looked and stroked ever so carefully, letting her fingertips graze along the sensitive skin. To say I hadn't imagined before this moment what it would be like to have Bella touch me like this, even the smallest of caresses, would be lying. But to actually experience it now was almost mindblowing.

Bella looked back up at me and I realized my jaw had gone slack with the sensation and the sight before me. I tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear.

'Show me how?', she asked.

Of course. She had never done this before. I placed my right hand over her left, reveling in the feeling of her hand around my cock, guiding her first pump. She seemed mesmerized by the motion and the feeling, as well. But after a few pumps she became bolder and added some pressure. I released her hand and leaned back to fully enjoy what she was doing.

'Like that?', she whispered and I could only reply with a moan. She was that good.

She kept up the pace and the pressure, increasing the friction. I had a hard time believing this was the first time she ever did this. It felt so natural, being with her like this.

After a while I noticed her leaning in, a little hesitant. What was she doing? The rhythm her hand was keeping up slowed and almost came to a stop as she seemed to have made up her mind. She licked her lips and leaned in closer.

'Bella...', I half-whispered, half-moaned.

She startled and looked up at me.

'You don't have to do that...'

'Why? Don't you want me to?'

If only she knew...

'Uhm... I think that's pretty obvious.'

She blushed but also grinned almost triumphantly.

'But I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for.'

She scoffed, 'Who says I'm not ready?'

'I'm not... What I mean is, don't do it because you think that's what I expect you to do.'

'I don't. I just want to try.'

Again: I wasn't complaining. No guy in his right mind turns something like this down.

Before I could react one way or another, Bella leaned down decidedly and licked me slowly from base to tip. I shut my eyes tightly as I tried my hardest not to come that instant. Next thing I knew, she had wrapped her lips around me and started moving up and down, licking and sucking. Obviously, she was new to this. Still, it felt pretty amazing. Between the shower, Bella's proximity and the first blowjob ever she was giving me now, I wasn't going to last long. I opened my eyes, only to find her looking up at me.

Fuck me. That's gotta be the hottest sight ever.

'Bella...', I panted, 'I'm... ugh... I'm gonna... I'm gonna...'

I tried to warn her I was about to come, because I wasn't sure she'd want me to do so in her mouth. But I couldn't hold out any longer and she didn't let go. I threw my head back and groaned out her name as I shot my release. Bella continued to amaze me, because she swallowed quickly, slid me out of her mouth and kissed my tip. I pulled her up to me and kissed her deeply. I could taste myself on her tongue, but I didn't mind as it was a reminder of what she had just done for me.

'Are you sure you've never done that before?', I asked her.

She just nodded and giggled.

Fucking perfect...

A/N A special thank you to my RL friend F (I will spare you by not mentioning your full name in case you feel a little awkward about this) for putting up with my horny boy mode for the last couple of days and for allowing me to bounce off ideas. I know it must have been slightly uncomfortable/confusing.