A/N: Now drama can truly begin. As a reminder I don't have a beta and I sleep for like 3 hours a day sometimes. Sorry for any grammar errors and let me know what you think about our "lovers". MGMT's "Electric Feel" takes a front seat spot for this chapter's song title.

Chapter 6: Electric Feel

Mid-July 2014, the trip to see Alice

"Rock, Paper, Scissors bitch. I want the aux first", I scream while running towards the car. I'm a little energetic today. After all, we are going to see Alice. Literally my soul mate, sister from another mister, ride or die, and in simple terms, my best friend.

"Fuck it. We'll switch in 30 minutes. You win!", you shout back.

Hmm. That's odd we normally bicker like a married couple over this shit. Seriously, people think I'm going to take a butter knife to your neck at dinner sometimes when the arguing starts. That's why the sex is so good, all that pent up rage from having to compromise when we're not getting along. People have always told me that our friendship is so funny because you and Alice are the only two people in the world I'll let close to me, yet I'm always arguing with you over little shit. And no, I'm not gonna describe it "as siblings" shit because claiming that is now uncomfortable as fuck. So I simply say,

"Are we not gonna go at it like a married couple today? I was looking forward to the foreplay fighting", and then the realization hits me.

"Aweee how cute. You're being cooperative because you're so excited to see your sister. I can't wait to tell her what a sidekick you were being. But knock that shit off. We've got like 2.5 hours of driving and I need riveting content." I shut the car door on my side after I've said my piece and wait for you to get in the drivers seat.

You open the door and say, "I find you both endearing and choke-able when you're in this mood", before sliding into the front seat with your shades on, looking very suave. Choke-able. Now that's riveting. I definitely just had a thought about giving you road head so I voice it.

"If you find me endearing now, will you find me even more agreeable when I choke on your dick while you drive?". I'm throwing you a dirty smirk and licking my lips now. I've planted that thought in your head and now you're kind of speechless.

"Start the car Cullen. We've got 2.5 hours to kill and I'll keep you entertained."

On that note, you start the car and we make our way to UCLA. College is one of those things I was supposed to do with Alice, but now I'm not. I got waitlisted and a spot never opened up for me at UCLA. So here I am at a community college instead, with the same people who also couldn't get out. I need to escape. That's what we've been trying to do for years, because in this town there are labels. I'm not trying to say its a shitty looking town; there's no way living in a beachfront house in Del Mar is bad. The area is good for families but when you're young and on the precipice of greatness, a little coastal city is not where you want to be. You want a real city life and you want to see grime. It's hard trying or pretending to be perfect. That's why its a constant struggle between neglect or insults for my parents. I had so much "potential", whatever the fuck that means. I just got tired of pretending so I stopped doing the all AP/IB, no personal life besides textbooks, thing. I became "regular" instead of acting like how upper-middle class society young beauties should. It's crazy that they're so mad when my parents chose not to live in Del Mar like the Cullens because it wasn't "down to earth" enough. It's not like Encinitas is synonymous with affordable housing. But when I relaxed I may have relaxed too much. My case of senioritis kicked in hard and suddenly I didn't stand out on paper anymore and my parents were UCSD alumni. Not UCLA like the Cullens. So yeah I didn't make it to UCLA with Alice and didn't even apply to UCSD. My parents weren't about to pay for me to go to Fullerton either like I wanted. Nope. It was "you're cut off". So I'm upper middle-class but broke. Hence, the whole community college money saving route.

I guess I'm a little lost in my thoughts again because I don't realize my playlist is over and the car is silent until Edward is stroking my hair.

"Hey, B. Come back to me" is being whispered to me so gently. I shake off the heavy thoughts and turn to face him.

"I'm here. Sorry. I just needed a moment.", is the poor explanation I give. But Edward knows that I'll talk if I want to. It's easy for me to ignore my problems because if I don't, I'll drown.

To smooth things over, Edward just shoots me a brilliant smile and says, "I missed you". Its so sweet it makes my heart ache. This is why the Cullens are my home. They're my safety net and pull me up when I'm drowning. But Edward's not just my best friends little brother anymore. He's the distraction I need to get away from myself.

"Play some good shit B. We're free for the summer", he tells me. Yeah Edward we really are and we only have this summer. But those aren't words we speak out loud so I just press play and use you to escape.

MGMT's "Electric Feel" is the song I put on and you think I'm so cheesy when you realize what I've chosen.

"ooh girl. shock me like an electric eel. baby girl. turn me on with your electric feel".

I plan to do exactly that and you know it. I grip your thigh with my left hand, giving you a squeeze. I know you like it when I flirt shameless so I make it a point to do that as often as I can. I give you my best innocent doe eyes and look up at your between my long eyelashes. You told me it could make you breathless sometimes and called me beautiful. It was random as hell, but I've always remembered that.

You look at me, eyes hooded with desire, and move my hands over your quickly hardening cock. I give you a little squeeze and hear your sharp inhale.

"Do you want me to suck you off? I can do that thing you like. Give you long strokes, trail my tongue from the shaft to the tip, and plunge you down my throat over and over until you lose control." I'm stroking you harder over your pants as I'm saying this.

"Fuck yes baby. Take every inch of me in your mouth and suck me dry."

That's all the approval I need and my hands quickly unbutton your pants and I pull them down enough for me to take your dick out. You're standing at full attention now. You're thick and I can see precum on the tip. I quickly lick it off because seeing you want me this much makes me want to give you a sense of pleasure we'll both never forget. At this point, lust wins over logic and I internally say fuck safety and unbuckle my seatbelt so I'm not restricted. You're massive. Probably at least 8 inches and girthy. I've never measured or asked. I just know I need more freedom to get to work.

You don't seem to mind how unsafe we are being the second I start working you over. One of your hands is tangled in my hair, guiding the motions of my bobbing. Up fast. Down hard. Slowly, so I can drag my teeth. Gently, so I can tease the tip.

"Shit Bella. I can't hold off for much longer. You're a fucking vision with my cock in your mouth, teasing, licking, and trying to suck me dry."

I just murmur an agreement around your dick because it's still currently in my mouth. I'm gripping onto whatever I can to use as leverage to help me suck you harder and faster. I can't help but moan around you every time I hear you let out a groan. I love knowing what I can do to you. Being on your knees is powerful, even in a car. If I'm too good I can kill us both.

"That's it just like that. FUCK FUCK FUCKKKKK.", you scream. I'm enjoying the pulsing I feel as you release every drop of your cum down my throat. When you're finished and sensitive, I slowly raise my head, still sucking you so no drop goes to waste.

Both of us are breathing heavy and I help you zip back up before I buckle up again.

"That was dangerous Bella. Fuck. You're just dangerous in general. I want you."

What you say makes me even hornier and I know I'm dripping wet. So I recline my seat, lean back, spread my legs, and give you a show. I'm cupping my breasts over my dress and slide one hand down towards my pussy. I'm getting worked up for you. I want you to watch me and how I touch myself when you're not around. I rub my clit over my panties before I decide I want them off in general. Then I work both hands under my dress to slide them down my legs. Once they're off I'm free to play and I circle the entrance of my pussy with my fingers, while using one hand to reach back and grip the headrest. I'm so turned on and just lost in self pleasure. I'm imagining that it's your fingers instead. I can hear you breathing deeply, trying to keep enough control to watch the road while watching me. I'm done teasing though, so I slide two fingers into myself and immediately start pumping. I'm moaning and telling you how much I wish it was your fingers instead. Your long fingers can reach places inside me I can't by myself. Then I'm asking all sorts of questions, still working myself towards an orgasm.

"I'm so wet for you right now Edward. I can feel it dripping down my fingers. Is this what you feel when you're inside me? Do you feel the throbbing and clamping of my walls when I'm getting close? Should I add another finger? Two isn't enough now that I've had you."

You let out a little chuckle before breathing out, "fuck it.". You reach between my legs to remove my fingers and immediately replace them with two of yours.

"Fuck yeah that's what I feel Bella. I feel a slick, satin, warmth and I want to bury myself deep and paint your pretty pink walls white."

I'm incoherent now from your dirty talk and you take that as a sign to speed things up by adding in a third finger.

"You feel how tight you are? I've got three fingers in you and you're gripping me like a vice. You do that with my cock too and its pure sin."

I just nod along and moan, gripping the headrest because I need something to ground me when I explode.

You can feel how close I am and push your fingers in even deeper, curling them, and pushing at that spot that sends me over.

I'm falling now and rolling my hips with your fingers still buried deep. When I've come down, I open my eyes and look at you. You're giving me such a devastatingly handless cocky smile. You then withdraw your fingers and suck them into your mouth.

"You really are sweet B." you softly tell me. I don't know if its a double entendre but I feel vulnerable from your words.

"I don't want you to leave Edward. But when summer ends you have to, so hold on to the memory of how sweet I really am."

Then I unplug my phone and plugs yours in so we can listen to your playlist now. You gave me more than 30 minutes of aux cord and we both know you did because our time is coming up soon. I hit play, pull my panties back on, and reposition my chair so I'm upright. But with our first acknowledgements of goodbye out in the air, I don't feel close enough. So I lean my head on your shoulder, close my eyes, and drift off while you trace circles on my knee.