Love at First Sight
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Chapter 53
BPOV
Today was a holiday but they had lots of activities planned on campus for two weeks in celebration of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. we all went to participate in the activities so our family came back last night. We sat around the table while I ate my breakfast, trying to plan our day.
"There are three things I want to do today." I informed everyone.
"I want to listen to the speech Dr. King gave at the college fifty years ago. "This will probably be a very popular activity so we should go there first then make the rounds." I looked at the calendar of activities for today.
The 50th Anniversary of Martin Luther King Jr.'s Speech at Dartmouth
Towards Freedom
An audio recording of King's speech accompanied by images from the Civil Rights Movement
9 am–3 pm, 105 Dartmouth Hal
IN 105 DARTMOUTH HALLon the evening of May 23, 1962, an overflow audience of students and Upper Valley residents rose to their feet to welcome the Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. This event, a lecture on the state of the American civil rights movement, was the highlight of the year's Great Issues Course, a core academic component for all graduating seniors of the classes of 1947 through 1966. Although this would be Dr. King's first and, regrettably, last address to the student body, it was not his only visit to the Dartmouth community. As the result of the turbulence and upheaval of the civil rights era, Dr. King's Dartmouth lecture actually marked the College's third attempt to secure an address by this historic and influential American leader. His words, their meaning, and the passion with which only Dr. King could deliver them profoundly influenced those who attended the evening lecture.
"Then we should go help with the quilts. The flyer said no skills required so it's perfect for me but I know my talented family would pick up the slack." I smiled as I looked at Esme, Alice and Rosalie.
"I'm sure we could make quite a few quilts on our own." Alice said grinning, finally her sewing skills will be put to use for a worthy cause.
I put a 2 next to that activity. This is part of the Dartmouth Gives Back campaign that we participated in last semester and was my first volunteer activity this semester.
Starting at 10 am and ending at 4 pm at Collis Center, the Tucker Foundation was holding an all-day quilting marathon for refugee relief. Volunteers would be making quilts for global refugees with members of Our Savior Lutheran Church and Student Center. The blankets will be sent to Lutheran World Relief, which has distributed more than 450,000 quilts to refugees worldwide.
"Bella, I know you want to help and I know it will not be a strenuous activity but you should come back to the house for lunch and a short nap before we do anything else. I'm sure Esme, Alice and Rosalie will stay and make up for you not being there." When he looked at me like that, how could I refuse? At least he was not being stubborn and trying to get me to stay home. I guess we really learned a lot this weekend.
"OK, but I want to do at least two hours of quilting, I'm not really good at sewing but I want to do enough squares so I feel like I actually helped."
"Edward we'll make sure she's sitting. I'm sure they'll provide seats if they want people to spend the day quilting." Alice told him, trying to reassure him.
"We'll all meet later for the Candlelight Vigil Procession. That and the speeches which follow will be the highlight of the day."
"Good, we'll work out the details of when and where to meet up on my way back to the campus with Bella so we're together when it starts."
I put a 3 next to that on the calendar.
20th Annual Martin Luther King Jr.
Candlelight Vigil Procession
5 pm, gather at Cutter-Shabazz Hall, 1st floor
The life and work of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.laid the foundation for the civil rights movement and acted as a catalyst for many of the freedoms we currently enjoy. Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc., Theta Zeta Chapter, invites the Dartmouth community to meet at Cutter-Shabazz Hall for a march across campus to pay homage to Dr. King and his contributions to the civil rights movement. Please join us as we celebrate the legacy of this influential pioneer and reflect on the impact he has had on all our lives. The event will feature an address by special guest speaker Robert L. Wallace, President and CEO of BITHGROUP Technologies, Inc.
7 pm, The Moore Theater, Hopkins Center for the Arts the Moore Theater. Keynote Address by Herman Boone - Former Coach of the T. C. Williams Titans with remarks by President Jim Yong Kim and Joan Leslie '12, President of the Afro-American Society
I considered the speech and the vigil as one activity and for the second part I'll be sitting so Edward doesn't have to worry about me standing for too long.
"On Friday, we have tickets for LIFTED."
LIFTED - A Celebration of Unity and Song
Sugarplum
A Student Performance Showcase
Friday, January 20
7:30 pm, Collis Common Ground
Sugarplum, Ballet Folklorio, , Dodecaphonics, For Your Glory, and other student performing groups to be announced present a dazzling evening of dance, music, spoken word, and other forms of expressive art in commemoration of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. Showcasing a unique blend of style and talent, this vibrantly diverse group of performers crosses cultural boundaries and fosters inter-community development. Playing to capacity crowds for the past five years, LIFTED undoubtedly will mesmerize audiences once again.
There were lots of other activities on campus but these are the ones I'm most interested in and chances are if I tried to attend every activity on the calendar, Edward would flip.
I got to do all the activities I wanted. True to his word, after a few hours of quilting, he picked me up so I could come home for lunch and a nap. It worked out great because I was refreshed for the candlelight vigil and the speeches which followed. I'm still buzzing. It was an exciting day. Hearing Dr. King's speech which was given on our campus all those years ago was thrilling, working on the quilt, knowing that it would be sent to someone in need was very rewarding, then the candlelight vigil, all those people; it was like a celebration and I guess it was a celebration of his life but the solemnity of the occasion was not lost.
I'm sure other colleges have their traditions but we fit in so well here. It seems like it was meant to be. The mix of education with an emphasis on social responsibility is just right for us. Like the theme of this year's Dr. Martin Luther King celebration - The Content of Our Character. That's what it's all about; not just developing our minds but also working on our characters – giving us the tools to be socially responsible.
At times like these, I'm glad I listened to Edward and decided to come here instead of going to Alaska and becoming a vampire right after high school. Not only do I get to live the college dream Edward envisioned for us, I'm living another dream; having a baby with the man I love. I squeezed his hand and placed a kiss in his palm, flashing him my biggest smile. This has been a great day; following right after our wonderful weekend. Life may not be a bed of roses as the saying goes, but for me right this minute, it feels like it is.
As we got into bed, I caressed his cheek and gave him a tender kiss. Laying in his arms at the end of this special day was just perfect. In fact, laying in his arms at the end of every day was just perfect. My life feels perfect.
"It was a great day."
"Yes, it was." We smiled at each other.
After our weekend of renewal and rediscovery, Edward and I came to an understanding or I should say we were back to the way we were before I fainted. He still watched me like a hawk and hovered sometimes but he backs off when I ask him to.
Edward and I had a date; an early movie followed by dinner. After our weekend alone, we decided to get away from the family for some alone time. Today was the best day because I had the whole weekend to do my course assignments. Rosalie had gone ahead because I wanted to make one last stop at the bathroom.
I walked around the corner of the building and saw Edward leaning against my car. I shouldn't be affected by looking at him after all this time but I had a feeling of Déjà vu when I saw him there. Time stopped. It was just the two of us on the campus.
I suddenly stopped to catch my breath. My heart leapt in my chest and the love I felt for him expended, filling every little space inside me. Then the strangest thing happened. I felt a little flutter inside me. Like my stomach was filled with butterflies. The moment was so surreal. Just as I was about to continue walking towards him, he started running in my direction.
I felt the impact from behind and would have been thrown to the ground on my face if it wasn't for the long arms reaching out for me and the person holding unto my jacket from behind. Edward pulled me away from the other would be rescuer and I felt the rumble of a growl in his chest. I looked up at him and shook my head.
"Are you alright Bella?" That was not the voice I expected to hear this question from.
I turned around in Edward's arms to answer.
"Why don't you look at where you're going? You could have hurt her." I decided I had to smooth this over before Edward goes all macho and starts a fight.
"I'm fine, thanks for trying to rescue me."
"Sorry I bumped into you."
"More like crashed into her." I elbowed him to get him to shut up. I'll probably be black and blue by the time we got to the car.
"It was my fault; I shouldn't have stopped so suddenly, especially not around a corner." I smiled at him to make up for Edward's rude behavior.
"Your friend's right; I should have been paying attention to where I was going."
"Sorry, this is my husband Edward, Edward, this is Tom. He's in my lit class."
"I'm really sorry but I have to go, my coach will kill me if I'm late for practice again." He waved goodbye and ran off.
"Edward, why were you so rude? It was an accident. Nothing happened. If you behave yourself, I'll show you what I was thinking just before the collision." I reached up and gave him a peck on the lips.
"By the way, thanks for coming to my rescue again." I laughed.
"Who was that guy?"
"Oh Tom, I told you he's in my lit class. He wants to go back to his hometown to be a teacher when he graduates, maybe write a book. He's also on the basketball team. See how tall he is?" Silly question, I'm sure he took in everything about Tom in the few minutes our conversation lasted.
"I don't like him." He stated rather vehemently.
"Edward stop being ridiculous, it was an accident. Just get over it."
"He likes you." I just rolled my eyes.
"He was disappointed when you introduced me as your husband."
"'Well, now he knows I'm married and that's that. Didn't he see my wedding ring before?" I asked. I don't wear the engagement ring to class because it's just too eye catching and valuable but I always wear my wedding band.
"Who knows, I'm just telling you what I saw." He grumbled.
"If you're going to be grouchy, just take me home, I'll watch TV."
He stopped and pulled me in for a hug, kissing the top of my head.
"I'm sorry."
When we got to the car, he turned to me.
"I didn't mean to upset you but I saw him barreling around the corner right for you and it reminded me of Tyler's truck. Only now, I was worried about you and the baby. Then when I saw how disappointed he was that you were mine, I was jealous. I know it's irrational but sometimes it still drives me crazy when I have to see what those guys are thinking." He put his finger on my lips.
"Ssh, let me finish. I know we're meant for each other. I know how much you love me and maybe one day I'll stop being jealous. It makes me glad… no, it makes me ecstatic that you're with me, that I'm the one you want to be with so most of the times I could control myself but the added risk of you or the baby getting hurt just threw me over the edge."
He just too adorable; silly but adorable just the same. When he called me his, as a modern woman, I should be offended but I feel the same possessiveness towards him. I know he'll always have that caveman mentality but it's a part of him. When I fell in love with him, it wasn't just parts but all the different facets that make him who he is. Maybe I'd feel the same way if I knew what all the girls on campus were thinking when they see him. Didn't I feel that same irrational jealousy towards Tanya when I found out she wanted him long before I was even born? I touched his cheek and stared into his eyes.
"Edward, I never notice other guys, at least not that way. I talk to them in class but they mean nothing to me. Before I met you I was never interested in guys, none of the guys I knew moved me the way you did. I went around pretending to be invisible, using my hair and hoodies and boyish clothes to insulate myself from everyone. When I met you all that changed; I wanted you to notice me and by removing that barrier, I attracted all those other boys but it was just you I wanted. It will always be just you. You're like an eclipse. In fact a total eclipse. Your presence in my life makes everyone else disappear. You'll always be my one and only love. You're my whole world."
Isn't this how the whole incident started? This overpowering love I feel for him. Even if all the Disney princes and the superheroes were real and the Knights Of The Round Table magically come back to life and lined up outside my door, it wouldn't make a difference. My heart, my soul, every fiber of my being recognized him as my one true love and I didn't have to wander around the world for over one hundred years to find him.
"Honey or should I call you Lancelot – my very own knight?" I smiled trying to lighten the mood before I burst into tears.
"Tom didn't know us last semester so he doesn't know how strong our relationship is. If he's the man of integrity I think he is, he'll understand and he'll respect our marriage. If not, then he's not worth my time and I'll just ignore him. Bumping into me was just an accident. It was my fault for stopping so suddenly around the corner."
I lifted my shield so he could read my mind to see what I was thinking and feeling just before the collision.
"No buster. Not happening."
The fortunate thing about lifting my shield was that I get to see his mind also. As he read my thoughts, he started getting aroused. All he could think of was making love to me now. This is just what we need. Getting arrested for indecent exposure or whatever it's called.
I hurried around to the passenger side and got in, buckling myself in as if that could stop him if he really wanted to have his way with me here and now. He jumped in and drove like an Indy 500 driver until we pulled up in front of the house. He lifted me out of the car and scaled the wall to our balcony, entering the house that way. He made quick work of stripping our clothes and ravishing my body.
According to him 'reading your mind is beyond sexy'; apparently it also made him insatiable but I'm not complaining. He's come a long way since Seattle and I hope nothing happens to make him regress.
We were laying spooned, relaxing as I tried to recover from his ardent attentions. He was humming with his arms wrapped around me as usual when I felt a fluttering feeling in my stomach.
"Is that the baby moving?" He asked.
"Did you feel it too?" It felt similar to the feeling I had when I saw him earlier.
"Yes, is it the first time you felt it?" He asked.
"I felt something like butterflies earlier but I didn't realize it was the baby." I grinned at the memory. I was thinking that I had butterflies in my stomach from seeing Edward when it was the baby making itself known.
He continued humming and we felt it again. It was very gentle and I'm sure if he was human, he wouldn't have felt it. I didn't realize it was the baby until he mentioned it. We were so excited; we got dressed and went to share this with everyone. The whole family was fascinated by this new development. With all the excitement, we forgot about going to the movies and I ended up eating at home – sitting on the couch with everyone hanging around taking turns rubbing my belly like I was a statue of Budda.
If the baby went for any length of time without moving, one of them would start singing and they would be rewarded with a little movement. The thought of having a baby that already loved music made Edward very excited. He started talking about teaching the baby to play the piano. I teased him by saying that the baby doesn't know if anyone is singing or talking but that did not lessen his excitement. I'm still amazed that they could feel anything. To me it was just a gentle flutter. What were they going to do when the baby actually starts kicking?
When I started nodding off, Edward picked me up and began walking towards our room. The girls were following us but Edward made them stop. If we let them, they would have climbed into bed with us.
That's how I fell asleep – Edward singing to me with his hands on my stomach. I woke up to his head against my stomach. He said he spent the night singing to the baby waiting for movements. Apparently the baby was up most of the night. Maybe he/she was always up at night; we just never felt it before.
"Edward, I want us to start back our volunteer work." It was a few days after I worked on the quilt.
"Are you sure you're ready for that?"
"Yes, I feel stronger now." This was true, after the first month of always wanting to take a nap, I've become more energized. I even look forward to working out now. I've never felt so healthy, I'm almost buzzing with energy.
"OK, but I have conditions." I felt like rolling my eyes, I should have known this was coming.
I took a deep breath. "What are the conditions?"
"Nothing too physical, nothing outdoors and nothing too risky."
I looked at the list of volunteer opportunities from school and crossed off everything dealing with children – running around with children and playing kids games would be considered physical. I crossed off the hospital. I can't ask for special assignments if I chose to volunteer in the hospital and he'll go berserk if I end up working with very sick people. Two things were left, the church with their soup kitchen – that required lots of standing and lifting of food trays so that was out.
I showed him the only thing that was not scratched off the list – the nursing home. They had a program where volunteers spent time with seniors, playing cards, talking, taking a walk – for the mobile residents or you could wheel them around in a chair, sharing a meal, bring them reading materials and stuff like that; you can also do manicures to make the ladies feel young and pretty.
I wanted to concentrate on the residents who didn't have any family to visit them. I can't imagine what their lives must be like to outlive their loved ones. I thought of all the things they saw during their lifetime and I wondered what their lives were like. I thought of my grandma Swan, I wondered what stories she could have shared with me and I determined to try to make a connection with at least one person. Act as the granddaughter he/she doesn't have. Listen to their stories; make them feel special.
"Good, we could do this. For now we could do every Saturday. We could spend the whole morning visiting. We should buy magazines for this week and put in a few subscriptions so we'll have a variety of magazines to bring with us in the future."
Once I mentioned volunteering again, everyone wanted to do it too. Carlisle already volunteered at the clinic in town but he and Esme wanted to join us. We figured we could split up, two couples on the men's ward and two on the women's, then switching. We called the nursing home to put our names on their list so we could start immediately.
The next day, we went in for a brief interview and an informal orientation to learn the layout of the floors we'd be working on and what we should do in case of an emergency. They gave us the list of visiting hours for weekends and weekdays, a calendar with birthdays and planned activities for the residents that month and we were set. The weekends were popular visiting days so we should fit in with the crowds. On Saturday, we'll stop at the nurses' station for a list of residents who has no known family members to visit them.
We got the name of a subscription service from Carlisle and we all sat down picking out a variety of magazines. That company had special packages for doctors' waiting rooms and they offered hundreds of magazines. The usual popular glossy fashion and entertainment magazines as well as other men's magazines like fishing and hunting. There was even a yachting magazine. Of course the guys picked fishing, hunting, yachting, sports and fitness and we picked, news, entertainment, travel and Alice insisted some of the women would want to read about fashion. Armed with our list, we went online, reactivated Carlisle's account from Forks, changed the address and picked the publications we wanted.
Saturday morning, right after breakfast we headed off. All during the time we spent with the residents, I was cheerful and as upbeat as a cheerleader on the sidelines at the championship game. We didn't know how long one visit should be but after half hour, we decided to stay longer so we ended up visiting only four rooms. We thought of separating to include more people for our first visit because there were more residents who didn't get visitors than we thought but Edward and I wanted to stay together; even if I didn't I don't think he would have left me; not in a place where he had no control. Most of the rooms had two people so we took turns talking to both of them or just included them in general conversation even if they were not on our list. It was a good idea to put someone who doesn't get many visitors with someone who does because that person would benefit by getting a little attention from their roommate's family.
We told them a brief overview of our lives as a way of introducing ourselves – about falling in love, getting married and going to college. We listened to stories. One of the women wasn't much of a talker so I read stories from the magazines to her.
They told us about their lives - their lost spouses and children if they had any, what they did when they worked. It's amazing how much people could open up to you once you ask the right questions and with Edward's mind reading, it was easier for him to ask the right questions to keep the conversation flowing. It was hard to tear ourselves away at the end of the hour but we promised them we'd return next week, asked if there was anything they wanted us to bring and went to the next room and the next until it was time to leave. A few of them were more active and outgoing than others. Edward was so sweet and when he looked at them with those golden eyes, how could they resist him? Even the men opened up to him.
That first visit was very emotional for me. Whether it was the hormones or just my sensitive nature, I was a total wreck when we left. I was inconsolable. Edward threatened to make me stop if this is how I'd be after each visit. When I got home, I just nibbled on something then curled up with Edward in the nursery.
"It's just so sad. Those people worked they whole lives, gave so much of themselves and this is where they end up. Away from their homes, some of them have no families. I'm just glad I'll be there for both Renee and Charlie." I sniffed.
"Yes, sweetheart and remember, this will never happen to us and we have the rest of our lives to visit as many of them as possible."
He was right. Last Thanksgiving was the same. I was very distraught at the sight of so many people needing a meal and that lead to the birth of the Swan Foundation. Edward was true to his word and Jenks made up and filed all the necessary paperwork. I had letterhead and business cards made up to go with the new checking account that would fund the foundation but I haven't decided what I wanted to do yet. I didn't want to rush into anything and whatever I decide to do, has to feel right. Plus I don't want to duplicate anything the Cullen Foundation is already doing.
To take my mind off the residents at the nursing home, he brought up the topic we've been discussing for the past few weeks.
When I'm not being moody, we snuggle up on the chaise – just like we are now, talking about names for the baby. At the rate we're going, I hope we settle on something before the baby gets here. We both agreed that this baby is too special for an ordinary name so we were researching the meaning of the names we like and looking into other names. Although he offers his opinion, he's leaving the final decision to me. The first time we started thinking about names I asked.
"Do you want the baby to have your name if it's a boy?"
"I'm so excited about having a baby that the name doesn't matter to me but I like your idea of picking a name that translates into angel, gift or miracle."
We also talked about naming the baby after our parents or at least including their names with whatever names we decided on. I'm keeping a list of all possibilities on a special page in the pregnancy journal I started - Edward's recording my checkups with Carlisle but I wanted to kept a journal, with my thoughts, feelings, weekly updates on how the pregnancy was progressing including the information we get on the internet from a site where you could watch a fetus develop and see the changes from week to week. Now it's our quest to find the perfect name; there was so much to think about when you're naming your baby. Our child will see all the crazy names we thought about before picking the final one. Of all the names we've found, there are a few I really like.
Dorothy – gift of god
Noelani - beautiful one from heaven
Carina - little one; beloved
Bennett - blessed one
Kamal - perfect one
I was surprised by the meaning of both Edward and my names.
Isabella means God's promise; God is my oath and it's a variation of Elizabeth which was the name of Edward's mother. Elizabeth is also a female derivative of Edward.
Edward means wealthy guard, defender of men and in German it means strong as a boar. This is just perfect for him; especially since I started teasing him by calling him Lancelot. Wasn't Lancelot's job to guard Queen Guinevere which led to them falling in love?
The meaning of Anthony is highly praised, priceless. His names are perfect for him and it's hard to believe that his parents didn't pour over baby name for hours or weeks before picking his name. Everything just seems to come full circle. I wonder if his parents knew this. Did people pay attention to the meaning of baby names back then? Was it all just a coincidence or fate? If the baby is a girl, Antonia is a female variation of Anthony.
He was named after his father and since he was a junior, I know his name wasn't passed down for generations but we could continue that trend and start a tradition of naming all future sons after their fathers. If we give the baby his names it would fit perfectly with our idea of giving our baby a special name; especially when the meanings of his names are so perfect. What could be more special than carrying the name of your father and grandfather? I just might surprise him with this after the baby is born.
I repeated the full names to myself. Mouthing them silently and liking the feel on my tongue.
Edward Anthony Charlie Carlisle Cullen
Elizabeth Antonia Renee Esme Cullen
I hope this is not too much of a mouthful but it's not like anyone will ever have the need to use all four names at once, unless we get mad at her/him and yell all four names out. I think it's better than what I came up with before by trying to combine both our parents' names. We'll have to see but the more I think of my darling Edward, the more I wanted to do something special for him. After all he's been through, I think he deserves this. I could picture his smile when I name the baby after the birth. As I thought about it, it made me smile so I knew I'm on the right path.
We also talked about christening the baby. We don't know how that will work yet but it's something we're looking into. Our siblings could be Godparents. Our family has been there through this with us, providing support through all stages of our relationship and now through my pregnancy so we want to honor them by doing something special.
As we lay there talking, I had a brain storm.
"Edward, I want to sponsor a program for teenage or unwed mothers, in fact, anyone who is pregnant and needs financial assistance. I realize how important it is to have medical attention during pregnancy so I want to provide this service for someone. I know I don't have a lot of money yet to do this on a large scale but it's a start. Each year, I could help at least one person through their pregnancy, paying for all their medical expenses."
"I think that's an excellent idea. I'll make a donation to your foundation and I'm sure the whole family will do so too. It's a very worthy cause."
"When I think of our baby and how blessed he/she is going to be, I want to do so much for people especially kids who are not as fortunate. Another thing I'd like to do is "Bake a birthday cake for an underprivileged child" I saw that on the internet and it's so simple but it will make that birthday child feel very special."
"Those are great ideas and perfect springboards for your foundation. We could get in touch with the Boys & Girls Club of America and afterschool programs to get the names and birthdays of kids in need."
"There are lots of bakeries in the area, we could arrange for the cakes to be delivered at the club or program. Eventually I could take a course in cake decorating and actually decorate some of the cakes myself." I'm sure everyone would join me at cake decorating classes.
"That part is easy but how would we go about starting to help expectant mothers?" I asked.
"The easiest way to start is to get in touch with a community program that does this and provide them with the some of the financing they need." He explained. "I'm sure places like Planned Parenthood would have a list of programs for women who want to keep their babies or other health clinics in the area. We could ask Carlisle to inquire in the medical community over here. Being a doctor, it would be easy for him to get this information."
Just like Thanksgiving, having a plan to do something made me feel much better. Next on my list, will be trying to make a difference to the people at the nursing home we visited. I know I have to start out small until my money grows but I'm determined to use that money for something worthwhile. I'm glad I finally made a decision about the direction I wanted to go with the foundation and I'm sure grandma Swan would be proud to lend her name to such worthy causes.
Edward is the perfect husband. He could read my moods just as well as Jasper. He anticipates my needs and is always there to cater to my every desire, to offer words of wisdom or a shoulder to cry on. If I need to be held and cuddled, he's there. If I need my space, he leaves me alone. Almost every day, he gives me a back and foot massages to help me relax but we decided to save the hot stones for special occasions; those stone bring back lots of erotic memories. I smiled as I thought of the last time we used them.
For most of our lives, we'll always have our family around so I had to reconcile myself to it. Still, it's nice to get a few hours with no one around so after our special weekend, we worked out a plan to get some alone time. Our family will go hunting together again, the way our siblings did last semester so for two weekends, we'll have the house to ourselves for at least one night, depending on how far they go to hunt. One Saturday after our volunteer activities we went for a long drive to enjoy the beautiful New Hampshire country side; stopping at a quaint little inn for a late lunch. We talked about doing this more often maybe even picking up stuff at a deli and parking somewhere and eat. Just being alone with him would be enough.
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Edward and I were at the movies, we stopped at the concession stand for popcorn, candy and a drink. As I was ordering, he leaned flush against me. Being the naughty girl I am, I pushed back and wiggled my ass against him. Two could play that game.
We found seats in the corner of the last row. I don't remember what was showing because he tortured me for the first half of the movie. When he wasn't feeding me popcorn and chocolate covered treats, those magic fingers of his were very busy. This is why I always wear a skirt or a dress if two of us came to the movies.
I tried turning the tables on him by licking the salt and butter off his fingers; taking them deep into my mouth while I swirled my tongue around them but that only aroused me more. Tasting Edward and food is a lethal combination. My body cannot handle that mix.
I couldn't take it anymore so I whispered something in his ear and left my seat. It should be safe to put my plan to work because everyone was engrossed in the show. I checked all the stalls and went to the door. Sure enough he appeared. I pulled him in and headed for the handicapped stall which would give us more space and was positioned at the end of the row.
We didn't need any more foreplay. I've been ready since we got here. Every nerve ending in my body was tingling but I had to taste his lips. We engaged in a passionate kiss before I reached under my dress and pulled off my panty. With his trademark smirk on his face, he unzipped his jeans. I turned around and placed my hands on the wall, bracing myself. We had to be quick; I don't know how long our luck will hold out.
He pushed my dress up, spread my legs further apart and slipped into me; lifting me off the floor with his hard thrust. I gasped as he filled me, I would never get used to that feeling of fullness. Before I caught my breath again, he held my hips and started thrusting in and out. I pushed back as much as I could, trying to match his moves. In and out. His hips slapping into my ass with each thrust. My heart was beating in rhythm with his thrusts; pounding hard in my chest as he pumped in and out. The blood was whooshing in my ears.
This was going to be hard and fast. My body shuddered with pleasure from each thrust. Mindful of where we were, I was trying to hold back my sounds. I was enjoying the wild untamed feeling of the moment. When a loud moan escaped I took drastic measures and stuffed my panty in my mouth. I think the sight of that made him lose control. He leaned over and licked my neck, nibbling on my ears, inhaling my scent. I heard him growl. That sound pushed me closer to the edge. As that spring uncoiled in my stomach, matching the feelings that made my toes curl, I tightened my muscles even more, squeezing him harder.
I wanted to scream out his name, let him know what he was doing to me but my body was doing the talking for me. There was no need for words. The contractions from my orgasm did the rest, my pussy clenching around him, pushing him over the edge with me; milking him dry. Streams of cold semen coated my walls, adding to the europhic moment.
I took out my makeshift gag so I could breathe easier. Taking in a few deep breaths to clear my head and calm my heart. We stayed joined for a little while after the last spasm subsided. He held me, my back against his chest, my head leaning on his shoulder. At this point, neither of us cared that we were in a public bathroom stall.
"Bella, sweetheart, wake up, you have class this morning."
I slowly opened my eyes and shook my head. I stretched languidly. I wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Laugh at the image of us having sex in a public bathroom and cry because it wasn't real.
"I was having a great dream."
"Believe me, I know. I could feel the lust rolling off you and the sounds you were making didn't help." He gave me a wicked grin.
I started laughing as I reluctantly got out of bed and headed for the shower. It's going to be a long day. Luckily it's Friday, we could actually make these memories tonight. Now I was the one with the wicked grin. I couldn't wait to show him what my dream was about.
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