GETTING TO KNOW YOU
When they reached Edward's parent's house, Elizabeth invited Bella inside for tea. Edward and his father waited in the parlor, while Bella went to help Elizabeth in the kitchen.
Edward's father made himself comfortable in his wingback chair, while Edward tended the fire, adding another log, then clapping his hands together to shake off some of the ashes. His father handed him a handkerchief, "Here son, use this." Edward wiped his hands, and took a seat in the loveseat at the other side of the fireplace. "Edward, I am impressed by Miss Cullen. She seems to be a very fine young lady. You've made an excellent choice for courtship. We need to have a serious discussion soon, to prepare you for manhood, my boy."
Edward was not looking forward to this conversation, but knew that historically it was the only way that young men really learned anything about sex. Embarrassing discussions with their fathers, listening to exaggerated stories from their friends, and finally trial and error with the girl they chose. He needed to pretend ignorance, in order to retain his father's respect. Now, he was doing his best to present an innocent expression, with wide eyes.
His father lit a cigar, threw the match into the fire, then leaned back in his chair, hitching his thumb in his vest pocket. "Let's take a walk tomorrow afternoon, after church, son," his father ordered. "Certainly, father," replied Edward.
Elizabeth and Bella were now entering the room, carrying trays of finger sandwiches, apple tarts, and a tea service with cups and saucers. They placed everything on the low table in the center of the room, then Elizabeth commenced serving everyone. Bella loved watching Edward eat, since he had never done so as a vampire. She kept smiling at him, and he found it quite humorous himself. When the meal was consumed, everyone helped carry the trays back to the kitchen.
Edward then stated that he needed to take Bella back home, so everyone said their farewells, walking them both to the front door. When the door was closed, Edward offered his arm to Bella, and she took hold of his elbow. They quickly walked to her home, without a word. They were both anxious to have some time alone in her room.
Edward used Bella's key at Carlisle's gate, then helped her up the steps into her home. Once inside, they swiftly ran upstairs, into her room, and firmly closed the door. Edward locked it, for good measure, then turned to his bride. "Bella," he moaned, taking her into his arms. Bella leaned her head back, as Edward reached to clasp his right hand behind it. He looked into her eyes, then pulled her close, bringing their mouths together for a deep kiss. "Edward," she moaned, as they broke to take a necessary breath.
"Oh my god, Bella..." Edward whined, "I can't stand this. I need you so bad. We have to do something about this." Bella nodded her head, stroking his arms and back, kneading his muscles with her hands.
He walked her backwards to the bed, pressing her knees against the edge of the mattress. As she sat down on the bed, Edward leaned forward, keeping their lips together. Their tongues explored with urgency, as they began taking off their clothes. Edward was gasping for air, whimpering with need. Quickly, he stood back, to work more diligently with the buttons at his cuffs and neck, finally removing his shirt and tossing it to the floor. He undid the hook at the top of his pants, allowing them to fall to the floor as well.
"Let me help you, my dear," he said, reaching to undo Bella's front buttons. She placed her hands beside herself, propping up on the mattress, while Edward opened up the front of her blouse. His hands slowed their progress, as her lacy undergarment came in view. "Bella...you're beautiful," he sighed, gently stroking the top of her camisole with the tips of his fingers. He sighed, as his eyes drank her in, inch by inch. There was a ribbon tied at the center, and he nervously pulled it loose, breathing in quickly as her camisole fell open. His left hand came to his mouth, as his right hand stroked between her breasts, feeling her cleavage.
Bella reached up to feel his chest, and noticed his incredibly fast heartbeat. "Edward, are you okay?" Edward closed his eyes, while keeping his fingers buried between her breasts. "I'm absolutely ecstatic, Bella. Sixteen year old Edward is incredibly fascinated with your creamy breasts, my darling." His eyes came open, and he smiled, looking up at her face. "I think we'll need to keep things simple this time, to let my inner child catch up."
Bella giggled, and pulled Edward down to lay beside her. "Okay, let's give young Edward time to get to know my chest," she agreed. Edward giggled lightly, then became intently serious as he opened up her camisole for a full view. He tilted his head and watched as his right hand cupped around her left breast, intrigued by the movement of her skin. He looked up at her eyes again, checking to see that this was okay. She gently nodded, and he returned to inspect her again. His thumb moved up to touch her nipple, and his eyebrows came down a bit when he noticed the hardening of the tip.
Bella moaned in reaction to his touch, and he smiled, biting his bottom lip. He chuckled, and his cheeks turned pink, as he realized that he was making her feel good, with just a touch. Keeping his hand on her breast, he leaned in to kiss her lips. "Bella, you are so pretty...and soft. I love touching you."
Edward kissed her more deeply, then lowered his mouth to her neck, burying his face there, while continuing to stroke her breast with his right hand. He moved his mouth to her shoulder, gently biting and sucking her skin. Bella gasped, "Oh Edward, that feels wonderful." Edward pulled back to look at her face again, then looked at her breast, focusing on her tightened nipple. His lips pursed, and he looked back up into her eyes questioningly. "Yes please, Edward."
He licked his lips and rubbed them together, then opened his mouth to gently pull her nipple into his mouth. Bella sighed with pleasure, and Edward came undone, wrapping his arms around her, and sucking her breast greedily. He ground his hips against her leg, moaning in pleasure as his erection pressed into her soft flesh. His eyes closed, as he moved his hips forward and back, allowing his sexual need to be satisfied. "Bella, I love you," he cried, as his young body found release with a woman for the very first time.
Edward Goes Home
Walking back home, young Edward was giddy with excitement, but embarrassed as well about what he had experienced in Bella's arms. He had never imagined that a woman's body would feel so amazingly soft. He had seen the thoughts that had immediately invaded his mind when older Edward had traveled back from the future, and a lot of them didn't make sense to him at the time. But now that he had seen and heard Bella's reactions to his touch, he was beginning to understand. Up until now, he had only considered sex from a male viewpoint, and could not conceive that women would enjoy such an act.
But Bella really loved being touched, and seemed to have as much desire as he did. After he had found release in her arms, she kindly helped him to get cleaned up, and then asked him to help her feel good as well. She was very experienced about these things, and showed him what to do with his hands. It amazed him to see her reactions. He had no idea that ladies could also climax. This explained a lot of the things he had seen in his mind lately, and enlivened an interest in him that took him by surprise. He wanted to make her feel good, as much as he wanted the same release for himself.
He giggled as he thought about what they had done today, and skipped for a few blocks, out of sheer joy. He felt so alive and excited about his girlfriend. He understood that they were actually married in the future, but he didn't really feel married now, because they were living in separate houses. Plus, he hadn't actually married her in THIS time yet. But, he wanted to marry her...very badly. He imagined how he would propose. He needed to get her a ring. He needed to have a way to make a living, so he could provide a home for her.
Suddenly, he felt very overwhelmed with the responsibility, and wondered how he could possibly take care of all these needs. His older self was answering some of the questions, offering investment opportunities, using his knowledge of the future. So, he focused on these things, looking forward to talking to Carlisle about them as soon as possible. He admired Carlisle, and respected his opinion, and knew that he would keep their conversations private.
Sixteen year old Edward was growing up much quicker than he had planned.
When he arrived home, he took a deep breath inside the front door, straightening his collar and jacket, to make himself presentable for dinner. He hoped that his parents would not be able to tell what he had been doing with Bella. He glanced at his reflection in the entryway mirror, grooming his hair with his hands. His heartbeat sped up, and he took another breath as he walked into the dining room. "Hello Mother," he chimed, as he kissed her cheek on the way to his seat. "Edward," she answered, "did you deliver Bella safely home?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied, "We had such a nice day at the ballpark, and we just didn't want the day to end. She told me to be sure to let you and Father know how much she enjoyed her time with us today."
Edward's father nodded, "She seems to be a very nice young lady. You have chosen well, my boy." Edward glowed, bowing his head slightly, with a bemused expression, staring at the place setting in front of him. Elizabeth gave a knowing glance in her husband's direction, and they silently rejoiced.
Edward Sr. continued, "Perhaps you should begin considering your career path, my son. It's not too early to begin training in a specialized field. You'll want to be able to make a living, so that you can provide a home for your future. This needs to be resolved before you consider any kind of serious relationship with Bella."
Edward looked in his father's direction, "That's exactly what I was thinking on the walk home. I guess it's obvious that I want to propose to her. And like you mentioned, I need to be able to provide for her financially. I was thinking of speaking with her father, to see if he could let me work at the hospital. Perhaps he could train me to do general work there, and then I could further my study at the local college, to get a medical degree."
Edward's father was impressed with this idea, "Admirable profession - the medical field. Let me know what Dr. Cullen has to say about your thoughts on that."
The conversation then turned to their usual banter about recent events, family, etc. Edward didn't have much to say, because his inner thoughts were demanding his full attention. But, at one point in their dinner discussion, his answer was required...his mother asked if he was ready for his piano lesson on Monday. "Ah...I guess I'd better go take a look at it," Edward replied.
After dinner, he went to the piano in the front parlor, and opened the bench to pull out his assignment books. Kohler, Debussy, Hanon, Czerny, Beethoven, Bach...he had so many books here, that he didn't know which one he should be working on. So, he just grabbed the Beethoven Sonata book, and began to play one of his favorites. His future self used to love to play these pieces on the grand piano in Forks. It was relaxing and inspiring to play again.
"Edward!" his mother said, standing just behind him, "your playing has greatly improved! Have you been practicing at school?" Edward froze, realizing that his ability must have a vast difference from his earlier 16 year old self. He had spent over a century perfecting his piano playing, while a vampire. Since he couldn't sleep, he was up many hours of the night, playing a great variety of piano works. His mind worked high speed now, trying to come up with an explanation for his sudden improvement.
"Um...I guess that I am inspired by Bella. I just seem to understand this music more now," he said, hoping that this was enough to satisfy her curiosity and fascination.
Edward's father was also in the room, with wide eyed interest. "She must be quite the inspiration. I've never heard you play so well, son."
