A/N: this is a longer chapter so I can finally get the ball really rolling. Let me know what you think of the story so far! Enough out if me now

Chapter 4: Tongue Tied

July 2014, Angela's Party

BEEEEEPPPPP. A honk and a text saying "get your tight ass outside" interrupts my reminiscing. I grab my cell phone, look in the mirror one last time, and head out the door. Mom and Dad didn't say shit at all.

The ride to the party is 10 minutes from my house. We spend the ride bickering over music and Tyler's trying to convince me it's his car and his music.

"You forget how much shit I've seen you get up to and that you used to wear shirts with Elmo on the front at 14. Don't make me post throw back photos".

I win and Edward hands me the aux cord. I put on Felt's "Dirty Girl" because that shit slaps and nothing gets me in a better mood than rapping along to Slug and Murs. It's just a thing that reminds me of Alice and Edward is smiling because he knows the reason I'm listening to it. But then I make eye contact with Edward when he turns to look at me. I know what you're up to when you get that mischievous look in your eyes and suddenly those lyrics you're rapping along with aren't for nostalgias sake. Suddenly, "dirty, dirty. Such a dirty girl" mean something different and I'm biting my lip. Fucking tease. You just wink in response and I know I'm getting you back for this later. I plan on it. Meanwhile, Tyler's completely unaware. What a diligent DD.

There are cars lined up all over the street when we park. It's lit and I just know it's going to be crazy.

"I give it like 2 hours until the cops come. Let's get as trashed as we can before they do." I say with a smirk on my face. Then I drag the boys through the doors. The second we are inside Angela comes over and throws her arms around me.

"BELLLAAAA! YOU TOOK FOREVER BITCH!" I return her hug and laugh.

"You can't rush perfection, plus I'm late to everything. Just start lying about the times you want me to arrive once and awhile. Alice and Edward do it all the time. Although, it never does work." We both giggle at the stupid shit I say.

Ben spots me and holds up the Green Apple Smirnoff for me to see. Angela's boyfriend is the best. He knows what I like and to keep that shit unopened until I get there. I blow him a kiss and he heads over. I grab the bottle from him the second he's in front of me, twist it open, and put it to my lips. We don't do chasers around here. At least I don't because it takes too much effort. Everyone laughs at my eagerness to get smashed and I hand the bottle to Edward. He takes a chug then hands it back to me. We continue to drink heavily, mingle, and make small talk with everyone around us. Suddenly I feel a heavy stare. I don't know why people insist on staring so intensely at someone, thinking they won't see. Or maybe they want them to see. Ugh it's fucking Demetri staring. I let out a sigh and my eyes roll on their own accord. Angela notices my air of annoyance.

"Shit. I meant to tell you that Demetri showed up. He did like 20 minutes before you and I didn't even think he would. He's only here because of you too. Those of us that know about IT know that you're the reason. It's not like he even talks to me or Ben that often. But I guess Caius told him."

I just shrug in response because that's enough fucks to give anyway. That shit with Demetri ended months ago. It was always complicated though. That's why I'm annoyed. We were never together because I wasn't the cheerleader to his quarterback. Sure I was well known, being a floater between different friend groups, and we went to the same parties at times. However, I wasn't the cheerleader his parents wanted for his image so we didn't even try. But one night out changed that. I was walking home from another friend's party up the street, stumbling really under the street lamps really, when I heard someone call my name. Then slowly the divide got blurred and Demetri and I ended up hooking up. If Alice hadn't of been sick then I would've been with her. She definitely would've stopped me. From that point on, every time him and whatever miss cheerleader of the season he was with broke up, he would sneak off with me. This went on for all of high school. It drove Alice insane. She said I deserved more. I don't know if I agree but I know it shouldn't have happened for so long. But he was hot and those secret night rendezvous were special. He okay with the fact I couldn't give a lot of myself and liked my secrets. I guess in that sense he kind of got me and I kind of got him. What can I say? It's fucked up. I'm fucked up. That's why it could never work. That and the whole cheerleader, Barbie housewife thing. It was 4 years of stringing emotions along. It was destructive. But then we graduated and I thought we should both finally be free. Nope apparently he fell in love. Asshole. He strung me along for years and now he wants something? No. I laid that shit to rest. Alice and I celebrated by dancing around in the living room of her pool house in our underwear, drinking champagne. Edward came home to it, threw pants at Alice, and then joined us once she was dressed. Thinking about it now he never threw me pants. Anyways, it's been a year since I saw him and now he's here staring. WHAT THE FUCK.

Edward knows my tells and he sees that I'm uncomfortable. He bumps my shoulder and grounds me. This is why he's the best.

"You want me to tell him to stop staring at shit that isn't his?"

That has me laughing because it feels like a teenage movie moment.

"Good one. Seriously though, what is this? An after school special? Plus, I was never his. He knows this. Just ignore him. He'll leave eventually"

So we do just that. We pass the bottle of vodka around and I'm fucked up enough to say hi enthusiastically to everyone. I'm going around the house mingling with everyone, sharing joints, and when I've made enough rounds, I head outside. Somewhere along the way Edward was left with his other friends. Who knows. I like my quiet sometimes anyways. Everyone knows that. If I'm outside alone with a cigarette between two finger and you're not Alice, leave me alone.

I'm leaning against the wall on the side of the house and about halfway through the cigarette. The stars are pretty tonight and the summer breeze feels nice. It's moments like these that make everyone uncomfortable. They don't know how to handle someone who simply wants to feel peace and nothing at the same time. That's what the vodka was for, to help me feel nothing. The breeze and stars are for the peace. But then I hear footsteps approaching and I just know it's Demetri.

"Leave. There's nothing to say and it's pointless to talk."

"Bella, don't be like this. I miss you. I should've tried harder to make things work back then. I keep trying to move on and forward with people but it's still always you. I think it might always only be you. Guess what they say about "the one that got away" is true right?"

I'm seriously annoyed now. He's definitely not going away if I don't talk to him.

"I don't know what they say about 'the one that got away'. But I know I'm not that for you. We were never together really, remember? We just simply existed in the spaces you left open before you moved on to whoever else next. So just stop because I don't want complicated with you anymore. Haven't for awhile. I made that clear like ages ago."

He's about to respond when I hear another set of quickly approaching feet. The air is buzzing now. It's Edward. I just know it and there's no explanation besides he's always existed in my life basically. Edward is more a part of me than the one in front of me begging me to talk. Edward also knows how fucked up of a situation shit with Demetri was, so now he's definitely coming for blood.

I shouldn't have made that joke about after school teen special. It might have manifested this moment. Fuck. Actually it's kind of funny and when Edward leans up next me against the wall, giving Demetri a hard stare I just laugh. I seriously laugh my ass off. Thank you vodka.

"Care to explain what you're finding so hilarious in this situation Bella? I mean Demetri here is trying to shoot his shot again. A year too late basically. No scratch that 4 years too late."

That makes me laugh even harder and I'm clutching my stomach now, head throw back, laughing to those stars I found so peaceful just minutes ago.

I manage to calm myself down enough to respond. Meanwhile, Demetri is just staring, waiting to see what I'll answer before we got interrupted by Edwards grand entrance.

"Please tell me my life is not another teenage movie. Should I sell my life rights to a studio?"

Then suddenly we are both laughing and I feel better. I'm relaxed again. I should stop being nice and just tell Demetri to leave but before I can Edwards suddenly grabbing my face and kisses me. He kisses me deep and hungry. It's all tongue, hair pulling, and I'm pushed up against the wall. When I look up I don't see Demetri anymore. Well I guess that was taken care of.

"While I thoroughly enjoyed that Edward, we now have a witness."

"I did it to get rid of him. It worked. If anyone asks about the kiss I'll tell them exactly that. Nobody will question it. They'll just think I was being a good friend and a cover story. Plus I doubt he'll say anything. Male pride and shit."

"Solid point there sir. But now I'm too sober. Damn that was a buzz kill. Him. Not you. That was hot. Thanks"

I push off the wall to head back in but then Edwards suddenly pulling me back and kissing me again. Fuck. It's good and I'm getting lost in it. Little moans are escaping into the night as his lips suck and nip at my neck. I need to feel more. I want more. Im burning for him. He does too because his hands have left my waist and travel to the back of my knees to lift me up. Like a good dirty girl I wrap them around his waists and let him grind into me. I'll probably have scratches on my back from the wall because he's pushing against me so hard but I don't care. It feels to good.

My skirt is getting hiked up higher and you put me back on my feet. I leave a good amount of space between my legs on the ground because I want your fingers on the heat between my thighs. You know this too. One hands holding my waist and pushing me back against the wall. The other hand is under my skirt, pulling my panties to the side, and sliding along wet heat.

"I want your fingers."

"You have them."

"No I want them inside. Deep and stoking that spot inside that makes me cum hard."

"Say please."

"Fuck you. Just do it in dying. "

You just laugh and keep teasing me.

I let out a breathy whimper. I'll beg. Fuck it. The things he does with his fingers are mind blowing.

"Edwaarddd. Oh fuckk."

"Bella."

"Ple—"

I don't even finish the words because the second you started hearing it you slammed two fingers deep inside me, curling them up and drumming them against that spot that makes me knees weak.

"Ahhh. Fuckk. It's so good. Don't stop. Don't stop.

I can't stop moaning. I'm incoherent. The coil winding in my lower belly is consuming me. You slide a third finger in. I'm so tight you have to fold them over each other. My pussy is throbbing and I'm definitely about to cum.

"Ride my fingers. You're so wet and hot. Your pussy is so tight I can barely fit my fingers in. I want to feel that around my cock"

Shit. His dirty words always get me. I'm cumming. I can't even moan. I just throw my head back in a silent scream.

"That's right baby. I can feel you clamping down on my fingers. I can feel your pussy throbbing. I want inside."

Your fingers are moving slowly, helping me ride out my orgasm, as you whisper dirty things. When it's over I take your hand away from it's ministrations, bring the fingers that were just in me up to me lips, and put them in my mouth. I suck them, twirling my tongue at the tips, and then I release them. I'm teasing you. You know it and your smoldering eyes make me crash my lips into yours. You're tasting me on your tongue and I'm ready for more now.

I reach down to unbutton your jeans and just as I'm pulling your hard, thick, cock out I hear footsteps. Shit. You tuck yourself back in and I'm pulling down my skirt. We're pretty fucking slick though because by the time the feet get near us, I've already got a cigarette up to my lips and you're just hanging out next to me. I pass you the cigarette and we just blow smoke into the air back and forth. Natural to everyone. They say bye. I don't even bother to look at who it is and they kind of expect that of me anyways, so yes natural.

When they are gone we look at each other, nod, and you're texting Tyler that we should dip. It's better to leave before the cops come anyways. Tyler's fast too. That's what being sober does to you. Makes you super punctual. He has no problem with it either because nobody wants to be the sober person surrounded by drunks. He asks if he's taking me home and I say I'm too fucked up to deal with my parents. Edward tells him to just drop us both off at his place. I grab the aux cord and put on Grouplove's "Tongue Tied". My crazy ass just put on a song with lyrics like "take me to your bestfriends house. Normally we're making out. Oh Yeah". Tyler is kind of an idiot. I'm declaring that I'm going to defile his bestfriend with this song and he's just nodding along. Edward is trying really hard not to laugh at this. I definitely got him back for earlier.

I do spend the night there all the time. Edwards place had a pool house that him and Alice use as their rooms. The pool house is basically an apartment. It's fucking huge. So yeah plenty of place for me to crash. I just used to do it under normal platonic circumstances.

He drops us off and we enter the gate to head to the pool house. Edward unlocks the door and flips on the lights. He's following the same routine we've had for years, even with Alice gone. He gets the water and Gatorade on the table. I run to the bathroom to pee and get us the Advil. Alice would go immediately to the sofa in their living room because that girl could not handle her liquor. She'd pass out like 15 minutes after taking the Advil. I miss her.

Once we've chugged our waters, drank some Gatorade, and taken our Advil, we get ready for bed. We brush our teeth, you throw me a t shirt of yours I can wear to bed, and then we go lay down. It's like 3am at this point and I'm dead. But then you're looking at me, touching my skin, and I know you're think about it. So I kick off the covers, straddle you, and rip off my shirt. Well your shirt. Either way it's off and it's game on.

You suck on my right nipple and palm my left breast. The other hand is gripping my hip and helping me grind down on your already hard dick. It's not enough. We were interrupted earlier. I need to finish the job. I place my hands on your chest and push you down so you're leaning back. Then I'm kissing down your bare chest. Thank god you sleep shirtless and only in boxers. It makes for less effort and I'm trying to get you in my mouth as soon as possible.

"Fuck Bella. I want your mouth on my cock"

Of course you do. So I pull your boxers down enough to get you out. Then I'm putting you down my throat and trying to give you as much pleasure as you give to me.

"God your mouth is so warm. Shiittt. Just like that. Keep swirling your tongue around the tip."

I'm pulling out all my tricks for you. Licking here, sucking hard, and gripping whatever's not in my mouth. I'm twisting and sucking. Your hands reach to tangle in my hair and set a rhythm you want. You give me a little tug and I moan with a mouthful of your cock. You love it.

"I love being in your mouth but I don't want to cum down your throat. I want to cum in you."

That sounds great to me so I pop you out of my mouth, lips swollen from sucking you hard, and shimmy off my underwear. You're kicking your boxers off your feet while I'm doing that. Efficiency.

"How do you want me?"

"Bent over, biting a pillow, with a handprint on your ass cheek".

That made me drip and I can't even respond so I just get on my hands and knees as quickly as possible. I look back at you once I am and you give my ass a good squeeze before dipping your fingers in me to test how ready I am.

"I'm ready. I was born ready."

"Seriously Bella?"

"I don't know. I'm not thinking straight. I'm dick delirious."

You just laugh a bit, pull your fingers out, and position yourself at my entrance. I'm wiggling my hips wanting you in me already but you touch the fingers that were just in me to my lips.

"Taste." I open my mouth to suck your fingers in and you choose that moment to slam into me.

Fuckkk that's so good. I'll never get tired of the moment when you feel it first go in. That first thrust is everything. You're not letting me have any time to adjust either. You're pounding into me hard, pulling my hips however you want, to slam me down into you as hard as you can. My toes are tingling, knuckles turning white, and I'm moaning.

"I'm gonna make you come so hard. You need to bite the pillow. We don't want to wake anyone up in the main house."

You're so demanding in the bedroom and I love it. I bite the pillow and you thrust even harder into me. You push my face down and angle my hips higher so you can keep reaching my g spot. The constant drag of the tip back and forth in that magical space has me clamping down on you already. I'm on the verge and I swear if I was a squirter I would be squirting. I turn my head to the side, still biting the pillow, so I can look at you. I love the feral look in your eyes when you're just grabbing and taking whatever you want from me. You notice me looking and with that next thrust smack my right ass cheek hard. It's painful but so pleasurable that I cum on the spot. It's an orgasm that lasted a minute and you just grinded into me to help milk that orgasm for everything it's worth. When I'm done you speed up and thrust 4 more times. Your rhythm is faltering and on the 5th thrust you push yourself into me so deep that not a centimeter is left out. You cum so hard you fall forward into me, bite my shoulder, and groan deeply. It was so animalistic it made me cum again. We take a second to catch our breath before you pull out. When I can feel my legs again I get up and you watch your cum drip down between my thighs.

"You're a fucking perv for looking at the evidence of our crime and liking it. But you gave it to me how you wanted."

"It's hot. Seriously. I want a picture of your thighs after I've started dripping out of you. Your cum mixed with mine."

"Ahhh so you're into Pollack. I never knew that. Should we go to the MoMA one day?"

"Your brain works in interesting ways Bella Swan"

"You don't want to know how it operates Edward Cullen. Now if you'll excuse me I need to wipe off the evidence."

I hear you laughing as I walk towards the bathroom. You're laughing because my knees are shaky, there's a handprint on my ass cheek, and you did this to me. As I'm peeing I suddenly remember that I was supposed to tell you that Alice wants us to visit her. Next weekend preferably. Yeah we should probably talk.