Chapter 7 – Comfort

Bella

When I woke up from my latest bout of sudden loss of consciousness, my resulting migraine was at an all-time high. Perhaps it was a self-protection mechanism, but I couldn't remember what caused me to faint again, and it was probably better that way. Edward, on the other hand, was having a hard time keeping a straight face.

"Whatever you think is funny, just keep it to yourself," I grumbled.

"Oh, so were going to just pretend that didn't happen?" he questioned with his humor heavy in his tone.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," I said, only semi-honestly. As the seconds and minutes ticked by, I may have begun to vaguely recall what the issue was, and I certainly didn't want to remember any more of it than that.

"Fine. Whatever. So, it's Sunday. What's on the schedule today?" he asked with a heavy sigh.

"I was supposed to go shopping in Port Angeles with my friends all day today, but that's probably not a good idea in our current situation."

"Ya think?" he said like a smartass.

"Well, you can be a jerk all you want, but I have more important things to be concerned about," I told him as the urge to pee hit me like a wrecking ball.

"Is it that time again?" he asked teasingly.

"You know, you can just help me without the attitude," I said, trying to control my temper.

"What do you need help with? It's peeing, Bella, not calculus. You've done it enough now; you should have the hang of it…" His words morphed into another fit of laughter, though I really didn't know what he found so funny this time.

I growled out of frustration, and then made my way towards the bedroom door. Before I had a chance to open it, however, he stopped me.

"On second thought, go out this way and pee on a tree behind the house," he said as he opened the window.

"You want me to go out the window?" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah, Jimmy might be up and you don't want a run in with him. Trust me."

"The family dog? Does he bite?"

"He's not an actual dog, he's my mom's latest douche bag. He is usually pretty mean at this hour, so…" He gestured towards the window again.

I huffed. "Mike, and now this Jimmy person. You claim everyone else is mean, when as far as I can see it, the common denominator is you."

"You're right, I'm a jerk, now go outside before you piss all over my room," he insisted.

"Whatever," I mumbled before ducking through the window. Thankfully, there were no sharp bushes I needed to trek through to get to the yard.

I did my best to touch his body as little as possible, and then I forced myself to relax enough to let the pee come out. It was, by far, the worse peeing stream I had experienced yet. It was freaking crazy that morning and it went absolutely everywhere. I did manage to avoid peeing on myself, but it was a close call.

"Okay, so what is wrong with your body?" I asked when I crawled back through the window.

"A little wild this morning?" he asked with wiggling brows and a knowing smirk. "It happens. You could still control it if you would just hold it and direct the stream."

"Not going to happen," I said unwaveringly.

"Well, then pee on yourself. I could really care less."

"Can we just talk about something else please?" I snapped.

"Good idea. Here," he said, throwing me a pair of pants and a shirt. "Get changed. We have work today."

"Again?" I whined. "Didn't we just work yesterday?"

"Yeah, well, in general, most people work at least five days a week," he said derisively.

"Yeah, but you said you only have part-time jobs," I pointed out.

"Three part-time jobs, which pretty much equal a fulltime job. Hurry up and get dressed."

"If you want me to dress in here, you need to go out there," I said, pointing to the opened window.

He considered it for a minute. "Yeah, probably not a good idea. A pretty little thing like me, standing alone outside in this neighborhood, wouldn't be good."

"You made me go out there alone," I countered.

"You're a dude. My neighbors don't mess with me, but they probably would if they saw you," he said, waving his hands all over my body that he was wearing.

"But I peed out there," I added, feeling slightly horrified that someone may have seen me.

He shrugged. "I do all the time. Everyone around here is used to it."

"Ugh!"

"Just get changed," he insisted.

"I'm not going to change in front of you. Go out of the room then," I said, gesturing to his bedroom door.

"If going out there as me is a bad idea, going out there as you is an even worse idea," he told me.

"Oh, my God, how bad could this Jimmy person be?" I asked frustrated.

"Bad. Now, get dressed," he repeated.

"Fine!" I growled. "Turn around then."

"Turn around?" he laughed. "You're in my body. Trust me, I've seen everything you currently have a million times over."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "You keep saying to trust you, but that kind of just makes you sound even less trustworthy," I told him.

He rolled his eyes. "Just change. We don't want to be late for work… trust me," he said with a wink.

I smiled despite myself. "You're an idiot."

He shrugged. "Yeah, but at least I can admit it. Now, let's get moving."

When I still didn't move, he huffed then turned around. I never changed so fast in my life. Regardless of me currently being in his body, I was still me, and I wasn't comfortable with him watching me change. When it came to the ridiculous tie I had to wear for his work uniform, however, I couldn't escape his help.

"Why does a grocery bagger have to wear a tie anyway?" I grumbled as he attempted to tie it for me.

"It's a high end grocery store," he joked. "Dammit!"

"What?" I asked anxiously.

"I'm just not used to tying at this angle. You know what, turn around," he instructed. "Now I can't reach. Why are you so short?"

He pulled me over to the bed and made me sit while he kneeled behind me to fix the tie. It was super awkward having his arms around me like that, and even more so because they were my arms. The entire thing was an out of body experience… literally.

"There, I think I got it," he said finally.

We left by climbing out the window, and were gone from the driveway without ever seeing his mom, which I kind of thought was strange. Then again, I didn't see my dad all that often before school either, but at least our house staff always said goodbye to me.

On our way to the store, Edward gave me a rundown of how to do the job. Seemed simple enough. So, when I got there, I clocked in and waited for the manager to tell me where I needed to be.

When the first customer's groceries came down the belt, I got right to work placing the items in the bags provided. Of course, she waited until I was half way through before telling me she brought her own fancy cloth bags to put her things in.

Fine. No problem.

I kept a friendly smile on my face as I removed all of her items from the plastic bags and placed them in her cloth bags, and she was on her way.

The next three customers came and went without issue, but some ten minutes later, an angry customer came storming back into the grocery store claiming I overstuffed her bags and they ripped when she was loading them into her car. Apparently, her eggs broke as well. Not sure how that was my fault, but I was forced to go get her new items and bring them to the car for her.

The lady sat in her car as I put the bags in the trunk, but as I was doing so, Edward snuck up behind me and scared the shit out of me.

"I'll load," he told me, taking the bag out of my hands.

"I told you I didn't need you to wait around in the parking lot for me," I said bitterly.

"Yeah, well I'm still not convinced you won't fuck this up," he said harshly. "How many customers have you pissed off so far?"

"I'm offended by that question," I snapped back. "I've only been working for…" I looked at my watch. "Half an hour."

"How many?" he insisted.

"Two," I admitted sheepishly. "But neither were my fault," I added when he some how managed to roll his eyes with my entire body.

"Please, please, just try harder to do everything the way it's supposed to be done," he said as he put the last bag in the lady's car before closing the trunk door.

"I am trying," I defended myself. "Two mildly dissatisfied customers is not that bad."

"Two out of seven in a half hour is pretty terrible," he countered.

"Whatever. I'm going back in. Unless, of course, you want me to leave?"

He glared at me, so I gave him a smirk and a little wave, and then headed back in to the store while he went back to his truck.

For the next hour or so, I did a great job bagging. I may have squished a few loafs of bread, bruised some fruit, and dented some cans, but for the most part, it was easy work.

Just when I was settling into a good rhythm, the unthinkable happened….

He showed up…

The most gorgeous guy in Forks' history…

Garrett Nomad.

He was a senior when I was a freshman, and even though he went away for college, I still had that same schoolgirl crush on him. Garrett was just…perfect. He was the guy that made all the girls stop and stare as he walked through the halls. He never noticed me back then, but a part of me still hoped that I would one day catch his eye. Even just seeing him walking through the store made my heart flutter. I saw him lick his lips, and I wondered what it would be like to kiss them. Those beautiful, luscious, full lips…

"Oh, my God! Do you have a hard on?" someone shouted, abruptly knocking me out of my reverie.

I blinked a few times, feeling somewhat disoriented, and immediately looked towards the woman who spoke. I expected to see some nasty perv walking around with a stiffy pointing at people. I expected security to be called and for the disgusting deviant to be tackled. I could have expected a whole lot of things, but never would I have expected to actually be that nasty perv.

I slowly looked down, and there, making a giant tent in my pants, was a big fat erection.

Holy Fucking All Mighty!

I stood there frozen for a minute, and then I grabbed the closest cart I could find, which happened to be full of someone's just purchased groceries. I used the cart to hide my lower half, and insisted on escorting the customer out to his car. Being a big, burly, six-foot man, he protested the help, but I ignored him and continued out of the store with his items.

"Which way, Sir?" I asked in a rush, trying my damndest to hide my growing discomfort.

When we arrived at his car, I left him and the cart there, and ran towards Edward's truck – which wasn't an easy feat considering the stiff rod between my legs. Why the hell wasn't it going down? Then my stupid brain jumped back to Garrett and I wondered what he did with his erections, which only made mine that much more painful.

"What the hell are you doing?" Edward asked me through his open window. "Why aren't you working?"

"I am! I helped a man to his car," I said in a rush.

"Bella, what's wrong?" he asked, clearly sensing my distress.

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked bitterly while turning to the side so her could see my huge problem. "What the hell is wrong with it?"

I should have known Edward would laugh. Fucking jerk laughed at me about everything.

"This isn't funny! Tell me how to fix it," I demanded.

He shook his head through his laughter, and shrugged. "Go into the trees over there and whack off."

"What?" I asked with a horrified gasp. "No way in hell. That's disgusting!"

"Well, you can't take a cold shower right now, so your options are to masturbate, or try your best to stop thinking about sexual things… but trust me, it will be a lot more uncomfortable if you don't get it out."

"Stop telling me to trust you!" I screeched at him. "I don't trust you, and your stupid body is broken! Getting a Brazilian is nowhere close to being this bad! This is not fair!" I may have even stomped my foot at the end.

"Look, I told you how to handle it. If you don't want to take my advice, then figure it out yourself. Either way, you need to go back inside before you get me fired," he said, and then he turned up his music and rolled up his window, thus dismissing me.

"I hate you!" I shouted at him, but he pretended to not hear me. "Ugh! What do I do?" I whined to myself.

I did my best to get my mind off of it in the hope it would go down on its own, but every thought I had turned into something sexual. A bush, a tree, the way a car would slide into a narrow parking spot. Ugh! What the hell was wrong with me? I had never been so consumed with inappropriate thoughts before in my life. Stupid male hormones!

I had no idea what made me think of it, but I decided to do Jumping Jack's, right there in the middle of the parking lot. Surely the exercise would help alleviate the discomfort… but, it didn't. The rubbing of my pants on the sensitive member made everything worse. And damn, was it sensitive. Every time I moved, it was like a jolt of electricity straight to my core. I had a strong urge to rub it, but that was something I absolutely refused to do. No way. No how. There was no way I was going to touch Edward Masen's dick.

I waited there for another fifteen minutes before my mind was finally able to stop with the nasty thoughts. Thankfully, his erection went down as well. It was still uncomfortable, but at least it wasn't making itself known anymore.

I reluctantly went back inside and, of course, was yelled at by the manager for being gone so long. I was given a warning and put back to work. I didn't see Garrett again for a while, but I did preempt his reappearance by putting on one of those produce aprons that would help hide anything that decided to pop back up.

When Garrett did show to check out, I made sure to help a different customer out with their bags to prevent my dirty thoughts from resurfacing.

My first shift at the store felt like it lasted all damn day, even if it was only a few hours. When I was finished, Edward said he didn't have work again until later that night so we were free to do whatever I needed, but what I needed, was to go to bed. I was physically exhausted and mentally drained. I was definitely not cut out for that amount of tension and stress.

"Are you really going to bed?" Edward asked incredulously as I crawled into his sheets and didn't even care that they stunk.

"I've had a traumatic day so far, I need a nap," I said without looking at him.

"Well, what the hell am I supposed to do? I'm not used to just hanging around and doing nothing."

"Don't you have friends you need to text or something? What about that emo chick you date?"

"Tanya is not emo… Okay, well maybe she is, but she isn't my girlfriend, so no, I don't have to text her."

"What do you mean, she's not your girlfriend? I just saw you making out with her at school."

He scrunched my face is disturbance. "When?"

"The other day. After you threw your burrito at me. I'm still pissed about that, by the way."

"I did not throw my burrito at you; I merely threw it at the trash can and you got in the way. It's your fault I had thrown it away in the first place. I was really looking forward to that damn thing."

"How is it my fault?" I scoffed. "I was a victim. You destroyed one of my favorite jackets."

"Well, if you must know, your sweetheart boyfriend was being so kind and friendly by talking shit to me, trying to get me to punch him, then he fucking licked my burrito. I don't care how hungry I was, there was no saving it after that. And since he is your boyfriend, I lump you two together. Therefore, it was your fault I threw the burrito and hit you. You pretty much deserved it."

I rolled my eyes. "Stop making up stories. Why would Mike lick your burrito? Who would do something like that?"

"Jackasses…. Like Mike. He does shit like that to me all the time."

"Well, last night he was sure sweet to me thinking I was you. So, explain that?"

"I can't. I think you're wrong about that. I think you just have your lovesick blinders on that you mistook his snide comments as being legit."

"You are so immature; I'm done arguing with you about Mike. If you expect me to work again tonight, I need a nap."

"Tonight, it's working at the limo service. You can just hang out in the truck the entire time while I detail all the limos."

"Fine, I still need to rest, so stop talking to me!" I demanded.

He shut up long enough for me to almost drift off to sleep, but then he asked – "So, how have you dated Mike for so long and are still a virgin?"

My eyes snapped open.

"Excuse me?" I said while sitting up and glaring at him where he was sitting in his desk chair. "That is an extremely rude thing to ask."

"Hey, I'm just curious. He seems like the type that's all about sex. You should hear him in the locker room during P.E.. The guy couldn't speak an entire sentence without a sex reference."

"So what? Most guys our age are probably like that."

"Not me or my friends. We don't get super disrespectful towards girls the moment we are all together. Only douches like Mike do that."

"Aren't your friends gay?" I retorted.

"Only Peter is gay, Jasper just acts gay," he said with a teasing snicker. Must have been an inside joke I wasn't aware of. So dumb.

"My point is, gay guys wouldn't do the whole 'locker room talk' since they aren't interested in girls."

"It has nothing to do with being gay or straight. It has everything to do with being a fucking prick. The fact that you are a virgin and he is dating you when he talks like that makes him an even bigger prick."

"Okay, for your information, not that it's any of your business whatsoever, but I'm not a virgin. Mike and I have had sex."

"You've had sex?" he questioned skeptically. "Really?"

I huffed. "Why is that so hard to believe? What makes you think I'm a virgin anyway?"

"Because you're so… freaked out by penises," he said, trying to keep his tone serious but failing at the end.

"I'm not freaked by penises," I denied. "Just because I've had sex, doesn't mean I want anything to do with some gross penis that I'm not dating."

"Okay, I get that, but you are more than grossed out, you're freaked out. Like, overly dramatic with your freak-outs."

"I'm sorry, but being a girl, and suddenly having a penis that behaves weirdly, is hard to take."

"My dick does not behave weirdly. It's a perfectly normal dick. Better than normal, actually; if I do say so myself. Tanya never had anything to complain about, nor did any of my other hookups."

"All weirdos," I said automatically without even thinking. I wasn't trying to be rude or stuck up, but the chicks he messed with were all freaking weirdos. There was no nice way to say that.

"Being weird is a matter of opinion," he countered. "I think all your rich prissy shit is weird."

"Well, your opinion doesn't matter to me," I said honestly. He was nothing, and as soon as we figured out how to change back, I'd happily return to forgetting he even existed.

"You may think me and my friends are beneath you, but at least we all genuinely care about each other. I'd take that over popularity any day."

"My friends care about me," I argued.

"Sure," he replied coldly. "Just wait. Someday, you're going to need one of your so-called friends, and they're going to show their true colors. It's inevitable. All of those bitches are shallow and selfish. Mark my words."

"Think what you want. I just told you, I don't care. Stop talking to me so I can sleep."

"Fine. I'd rather not talk to you anyway," he grumbled.

He was such a pompous jerk – how the hell did he have the nerve to trash talk anyone else? With his stupid greasy hair and weird face. It was a wonder that he could get any chick to screw him at all. Just the thought of him using the body I was currently in to fuck his girlfriends made me want to puke. Those chicks must have been desperate… or maybe he just knew how to use that body really fucking well.

The thought of him possibly being good in bed was fleeting. He was gross, and I couldn't imagine anything good coming from him at all. But then my stupid boy hormones started again, and the next thing I knew, his nasty dick decided to pop back up.

"Damn it!" I growled.

"What the hell is wrong with you now?" he asked bitterly.

There was no point in hiding it from him.

"Your dick is broken!" I said, almost in tears as I sat up to reveal the latest tent in my pants.

He laughed. "I'd say it's the opposite of broken."

"Why does this keep happening?" I whimpered.

"You're new to erections. When I was going through puberty, man it happened so much," he said, chuckling at the memory. "P.E. sucked. All those chicks running around in the little shorts…"

"So, you're just as bad as Mike then," I pointed out.

"I can't help my thoughts. At least I didn't talk shit about them with my friends."

"Can you just tell me how to fix this so it doesn't keep happening," I said through gritted teeth.

"Look, it's like a loaded weapon at this point. You need to masturbate, and then it will get easier to control in public. It's just going to keep hurting until you take care of it."

"I'm not going to masturbate!" I said, yet again.

"Then go take a cold shower," he suggested.

I groaned, but it was bothering me too much, and if I ever wanted to leave that room without humiliating myself, I needed to do something.

Without saying another word to him, I grabbed the towel off his dresser and headed to the bathroom. Luckily, the house was empty by then, so he wasn't paranoid about his mom's boyfriend and let me leave.

I turned the water on all the way cold, but after undressing, I couldn't convince myself to get in. I hated cold water. I never went in the ocean and I didn't swim unless the pool was at least eighty-five degrees. So, I turned the water to warm, and stepped in, making sure to not look down at Edward's naked body as I did so.

Just the thought of Edward pissed me off. Everything about him, and I couldn't imagine a worse person to go through this weird freaky body switch than him. The nerve of him assuming I was a virgin just because I didn't want to touch his dick. Such a pompous jerk!

The truth was, Mike and I did have sex, it just wasn't very frequent since we were breaking up more than we were together. And I'll admit to myself that his one position was somewhat boring, but most girls thought of sex with their boyfriends as more of a chore… right? I suppose Edward wasn't too off base when he said I was scared of his dick. Mike never insisted that I handled his much. He just liked doggie style and then he was done. I usually got off during a warm bath alone, and I liked it that way.

Thinking of my usual bath masturbation routine, mixed with the warm water of the shower, made my aching genitalia feel like it was going to burst. I couldn't stand it anymore, so I reflexively and desperately grabbed on to it. My mind was in a haze of desire and pain, so thankfully, I couldn't freak myself out as much as I was before. Even just the pressure of my fist grabbing hold of it was a relief I couldn't possibly describe.

My hand began to move without my permission, and the next thing I knew, I was pumping it like my life depended on it.

It didn't take long. A few seconds and my entire body felt like it exploded with the most intense sensation and subsequent release I ever experienced before in my life. I was too dazed to care about the stuff coming out; all I knew was that it felt so fucking good. Every inch of me was pulsating in a warm numbing glow and I sincerely felt ten pounds lighter.

When I started to get my wits back, I was absolutely horrified about what I just did… but it did feel amazing, and as gross as it was, I couldn't help but want to feel it again.

My brain said to stop, and I called myself every dirty name in the book, but my body wanted more, and that ever-so-tiny amount of curiosity I had deep inside was growing by the minute.

"I need to just get over this," I mumbled to myself. "It's not cheating. It's still Edward's hand, so it's still just masturbation. Nothing different than what I do with myself."

I still felt extremely awkward about it, but if I was going to survive living in his skin, I needed to try to find some comfort in it.

So, I did it.

I looked down.

I looked… at his penis.

As appendages go, penises weren't the most attractive things, but neither were vaginas, so I guess it was all relative. Ever so slowly, and with a clear head this time, I began to touch the body I was currently residing in. I touched his ribs, and up to his chest and nipples. He had some body hair, which wasn't as gross as I was expecting it to be. I traced his collar bone, and let my fingers explore his neck and ears. I ran my hands through his hair as the water washed over me, and I found that none of it was as bad as I had made it to be in my mind.

As I continued to explore Edward's body, I became more comfortable and somehow more tense at the same time. The light touch of fingertips on skin made sensitive nerves stand on end. It was painful and sensual, and a part of me wanted to touch every inch of that body to see how it all felt.

I followed the line of hair on his torso down to his belly button, and continued to the thicker hair just above his penis. Like the hair on his head, I ran my fingers through the curls and let them travel around to the sack below. I hesitantly cupped my hand around it, and was surprised by just how sensitive they were. It made me wonder how any post-pubescent male rode a bike.

The light touches somehow morphed into a rougher rubdown of the testicles, which made the shaft alert and ready once again. It was so surreal as I gripped it in my hand and felt the full effect of the penis, both inside and out. It was so sensitive, and so much more responsive than my own genitalia. Like my clit, but even more tender. I didn't have to work for that feeling nearly as much as I did in my own body. It was just there. Ready and willing to give me that all amazing release that I was suddenly desperate for once again.

"Uggfftuh," I moaned uncontrollably. My leg went numb with that one, and I nearly fell over.

The orgasm was similar to what I had experienced in my own body, but it was grossly unfair how easy it was to achieve. There was no need to relax first; I probably didn't even need it quiet to reach that climax. I'd imagine I could do it just about anywhere, which wasn't the case normally for me.

After a few minutes, I was surprised and relieved to feel completely altered. There was definitely a newfound comfort in his skin, and those intense urges were alleviated… but my curiosity still wasn't.

Not quite ready to get out of the warm spray just yet, my hands grabbed back onto the dick and just took a minute to examine it. It was still super sensitive, but I wanted to see it up close. Maybe it was weird, but I needed to really come to terms with how it looked and what it was meant for. After that experience, I doubted I'd ever be nervous around a penis again.

Then, I got a little silly.

If anyone ever saw me, I'd die from embarrassment, but the door was locked and I figured I might not ever get that opportunity again. So, with my hands on my sides, I began thrusting my hips to see what the penis would do. I wanted to see it flopping around and understand where it went when I was moving. I may have even tried to 'helicopter' it, but it didn't seem to work well. Perhaps I just didn't have the right motion.

I wiggled, jiggled, thrust, and flicked it around, and I finally began to understand why guys were always playing with them. It was far more fun than I'd ever care to admit.

I knew I should probably get out of the shower soon, but I just kept finding more ways to play with it. Even just rubbing it while it was soft felt nice and I didn't want it to end. I should have known better than to let it go on that long.

"What the hell are you doing?" I heard my voice say, which startled the crap out of me and made me slip and fall to the shower floor.

Crap!