A/N: Hi, here's another mindless PWP one shot from me because sometimes I'm too lazy to write plot, and just want smut lol. Just for fun, don't take it too seriously. I've always loved ExBxR and wish there were more fics of them, so I wrote one. I've had this idea in my head for years. If you don't know already, I write super long, detailed lemons.
I guess the warning for this story is graphic smut, 18+, threesome, and if you don't like a virgin having mind-blowing sex for her first time, then this might not be for you.
Huge thanks to Lizzie Paige for the beautiful banner she made for this story. You can check it out on my FB - Steph Ashes. And a big hug to her and April (DawnBreaker8) for choosing the title for this! This is also dedicated to Erin (cullenlvr83). I was supposed to write something like this for her bday almost a year ago, but life got busy. Extra thanks to the wonderful MidnightCougar for beta'ing this, she helped so much!
Enjoy :)
"Bella, we need to find you a guy. If you don't start getting some action soon, you're gonna get cobwebs down there. When was the last time you got some, anyway?" Rosalie asks as she takes a sip of her wine.
If only she knew.
Even though Rosalie has been my best friend, she's always assumed I had already lost my V-card when we first met four years ago at sixteen. I never straight-out confirmed or denied it, just made her believe what she wanted.
It's not something I'm usually ashamed to admit. But around Rosalie, every time I want to tell her, I get nervous and chicken out. She's just so sexually confident, experienced, and liberated. I don't want her to view me differently or act weird around me.
I've dated guys here and there, but it's never lasted long or gotten much further than some touching and kissing. Rosalie just assumes I've fucked or messed around with them all, and I don't correct her. She thinks none of them please me, or I simply get bored with them quickly—which, I mean, isn't a complete lie.
But it's finally time to come clean. I can't keep up this ruse anymore. I hope she doesn't get pissed at me for hiding this from her.
"Rose, I need to tell you something." I shift uncomfortably in my seat next to her on the couch in her living room.
"What's up? You finally met someone worth keeping around?" She giggles.
I avoid her gaze. "I-I've never actually… um—had sex." My face heats and feels like it erupts in flames, which I'm sure is covered in a red blush.
I'm expecting her to burst out laughing or something like that, but all I hear is silence. You could hear a pin drop. As I look up nervously to glance at Rosalie, her expression is soft and sweet.
"Aw, babe, how come you never told me?" She reaches over and places a hand against my leg.
"I don't know. When I first met you, you were already so experienced, and assumed I was as well, so it seemed easier to go along with it." I look down, picking at a loose thread on my jeans.
Rosalie scoots closer and takes my hands into her soft ones, forcing me to stare back at her. "You carry this innocent yet confident energy around you, but I should have never assumed. Don't ever feel shy or embarrassed about that stuff around me. It doesn't matter if you've slept with fifty guys or no one. I don't look at you differently." Her eyes are kind and genuine, which is not a common look on her, so I know she means it.
Rosalie is usually very strong-willed and intimidating, not trusting of most people. But to the ones close to her heart, she is loyal, selfless, and sensitive to a fault.
"Thanks, Rose." I smile, feeling slight relief at her response. I almost feel guilty assuming she would care about something like that and hide it. I mean, it's not incredibly uncommon to be a virgin at twenty.
"So, have you done anything else?" she asks with curiosity.
My cheeks tinge pink again. "No, not really, only kissing and some touching, but nothing more."
"Is it because you're waiting or don't have a desire for it?" She's genuinely interested, with no judgment in her tone.
I fiddle with my hands. "I don't know. I've wanted to, and I'm not waiting for anything. But the guys I've dated just haven't given me that desire or lust you read about in books or watch in movies." I laugh at myself, shaking my head, realizing how childish and ridiculous I sound. "Maybe I'm naïve and dumb, but I'm waiting for that chemistry or spark and haven't found it yet. I don't want it to be completely random. I want it to mean something."
Rosalie's captivating crystal blue eyes focus on mine, reading me and taking in every word. "I completely get that. You want that intensity, that desperate need for someone. Like you're empty or going to combust without feeling their pleasure—consuming all your senses. It's rare but definitely real," she says, her eyes glazed over.
She is my best friend for a reason. She always gets me. Not sure why I ever doubted for a second she wouldn't. I only hope I will one day feel what she just described because it seems impossible at this point. I wonder if that's how she feels with her boyfriend?
"Plus, I always freeze up and get nervous every time they want more because of my inexperience. I just wish there was someone I felt more comfortable around and had a connection with," I add.
That's one similar thing Rosalie and I bond over; we struggle to trust and let people in. For myself, that includes my body.
"Babe, it's nothing to be embarrassed about, so don't feel that way. If anything, some guys love teaching a girl what they like and helping her explore what she likes."
She always makes me feel better about myself.
A mischievous grin forms on Rose's face, and her eyes light up as if a lightbulb has turned on in her mind. "I have an idea. No pressure, and only if you want it. But if you're insecure and want more experience to help with your sexual confidence with someone who can teach you and make you feel safe and comfortable, I know the perfect person."
She piques my interest with that bit of information. Most of the guys she knows, I know as well, and I don't think I would be comfortable or sexually attracted to any of them… except for one person who's completely off-limits.
"Edward!" Rosalie cheerfully exclaims as she claps her hands.
My mouth drops open, and it feels like there is an explosion in my stomach. I'm just not sure if it's the good or bad kind.
"But Rose, he's y-your boyfriend." I am practically speechless, my mind a mess of insane thoughts. Resurfacing naughty dreams I've kept buried for a long time.
Rose has been dating Edward Cullen for the past two years since our senior year of high school. He is the perfect package, and they are the ideal couple—the one everyone either admires or envies. With her tall, sun-kissed glow, model-like curvaceous body that should be in Playboy magazines, and his lean, toned six-pack, athletic build.
Edward's rich, funny, charismatic, a track star in our college, and an honor roll student. But he's not arrogant or cocky like many men I've met. He's humble, quiet, and down-to-earth. He volunteers and donates to many charities.
Rosalie's a fashion student and does some modeling on the side. To most outsiders who might not know her, she may come off as cold and distant with her resting bitch face. But when you peel back her layers and gain her trust, she has a heart of gold, is hilarious and makes me laugh with tears, and is the sweetest girl ever. She simply has her guard up to outsiders, but she gives back as much as Edward, spending every Sunday morning helping out at the local shelter for women.
And that's why they're a perfect match. Plus, they barely ever argue.
Rosalie captures everyone's attention with her deep sapphire blue eyes resembling gemstones and curly platinum blonde hair that trails down right above her ass, framing its plumpness. She has a small waist with large hips and breasts no smaller than a DD.
Edward has whisky-colored tousled hair that looks like he's been fucking for hours and a crooked smile that always has a devious grin on it—like he's in on a secret you don't know about. But his eyes are the most overwhelming, stunning feature about him. His breathtaking, deep green eyes remind me of dark forests—mysterious and scared of the unknown, but alluring to get lost within them. I have difficulty keeping eye contact with him because it's so overpowering and hard to breathe under his intense stare sometimes. I don't know how Rose can handle it, especially when they're intimate.
Rosalie distracts me from my thoughts as she pushes some of my hair back behind my ear, her soft touch sending goosebumps down my skin. "So? Edward and I are pretty open, and I don't mind sharing him if it means he can help you learn your body better. And what you like sexually, to give yourself more confidence to find the guys who deserve you," she explains in her rich, sultry voice. "You're close with Edward and comfortable around him, and you know he would never do anything you don't want and would go at your pace. But it's only a suggestion, babe, no pressure. Just want to help." She grins, showcasing her bright white teeth.
My mind needs a minute to process what she's offered and think about it. I want to yell yes more than anything, but I need to be logical and think of all the things that can go wrong. This is my best friend's boyfriend. What if she thinks she can handle it but gets jealous, and it destroys our friendship?
I treasure Rosalie's friendship, and even though I can't deny how attractive and what an amazing person Edward is, I've never let my thoughts get past that because Rose is one of the most important people in my life, and I would never betray her. Nothing is worth losing her for. Not like Edward would ever choose me over her anyway, but still. I can't lose Rose or fuck up our friendship, and the last thing I would want is to ruin her relationship with Edward. They've been together for some time and always seemed to have a healthy, loving relationship.
"Rose, that is incredibly generous of you, but I can't. I don't want anything to ruin our friendship. It's not worth it."
"Bella, I offered, didn't I? I wouldn't if I knew it would ruin anything. Edward and I have talked about sharing before, and who better than you? We've always been adventurous, but we've wanted to take it a step further. Plus, it would help you too." She combs my hair with her fingers. "Just think of me being the bestest friend ever." Rose whips her hair over her shoulder and flutters her eyelashes dramatically.
She's right; she did offer. And as much as I want this, I can't ignore the knots in my stomach. I just can't tell if it's due to excitement and nerves or dread for things to go terribly wrong.
"K, let me think about it," I tell her, even though I already know my answer.
I've been avoiding Edward since Rose and I last spoke. It's been a week since her offer, and even though I want it more than anything, I still haven't given her my answer yet. I'm just so nervous, and how do I know that Edward has even agreed to it—or wants it?
I don't want to feel like the poor inexperienced charity case they pity.
It's a Saturday afternoon, and there's a knock on my front door. My parents are out, so I'm home alone. I open the door, and anxiety runs through me when I see the man I've been dreaming about every night for the last week behind my gorgeous best friend.
"W-what are you guys doing here?" I blurt out.
Rose pushes past me, forcing herself into my house. "Well, hello to you too, best friend. Don't act all excited to see us," she retorts sarcastically with a grin. "We haven't seen you in a week, so I wanted to make sure you've been okay."
"Yeah, sorry. I've just been busy."
Lies. I've been isolating myself, stressing and battling with thoughts of doing very naughty things with my best friend's boyfriend, even though she gave me permission.
Not the most normal thing in the world.
I finally look at the boyfriend in question, who's still standing on the porch. He stares at me with a shy smile, handing me a coffee and a little paper bag with some pastries in it. "Hi, Bella." His rich, smooth, deep tone makes me blush as I thank him for the treats. He comes inside, and I close the door behind us.
I admire the way his tight dark blue jeans hug his sculpted thighs and can't help but ogle his ass—he has a really nice one. He's wearing a light gray knit sweater and some scuffed-up Converse. He takes off his black beanie, running his hands through his disheveled hair.
Rose takes off her jean jacket, showing off the cute pale pink dress she's wearing beneath, and throws herself on the couch. She swipes through the channels on the television, making herself at home.
We join Rosalie on the couch, sitting on either side of her. After the weird tension at first, things finally become how they usually are. Light-hearted banter, just chatting with the TV as background noise and munching on some snacks.
Once I clean up, bringing our garbage and wrappers to the kitchen, I hear footsteps follow behind me. I turn around, and Rose is leaning against the entrance to the kitchen with a flirty smirk on her face.
"So, have you thought about what we spoke about?" she asks while twirling her silk blonde hair around her finger.
I clear my throat as I lean back against the sink. "Um, yeah. I have."
Damn, this is what I've been trying to avoid.
"And…" She impatiently gestures with her hand for me to continue.
I sigh deeply, steeling up some courage. "Rose, I really want to, but there's so much to worry about. It's not as easy as you think it is. Does he even want to? And what if—" I ramble without taking a breath before Rose cuts me off.
"Babe, you need to stop worrying so much. If you really want it, you can have it. I told you, I promise nothing will go wrong. Plus, you don't have to actually have sex with him if you don't want to. There are many other things he can teach you." She walks until she's a couple of steps away from me.
With the way she's looking at me and her words, it makes me want to forget all about my inhibitions and say fuck it, and just do it. I trust Rose and Edward, and I want this.
"Okay, yes, I want to do it," I agree.
She giggles in excitement, grabbing my hands as she practically jumps up and down in glee as if I told her I just bought her a gift, not as if I just agreed to fuck her boyfriend.
"Does he know… does he want to?" I can't help the doubt and insecurity that creeps into my voice.
Rosalie nods her head. "Yeah, I mentioned it to him after you and I spoke, and believe me, Bella, he wants it as bad."
That sends excitement and lust from my chest down between my thighs.
We head back to the living room, where Edward is still on the couch. Rosalie cuddles next to him and pulls me into her left side, wrapping her arm around my shoulder. We get back to the TV show, and I feel Rose adjust next to me.
I look to my right and see Rose kissing Edward so close to me, their lips locked together and mouths hungry. It's hot, and I adjust in my seat to settle the ache that tingles between my thighs at the sight of them. I've seen them kiss before, but this is more sexual—more of a show—for me. I can see the slip of their tongues swirl against each other and hear their subtle moans they struggle to hold in. Then reality kicks in, and I feel like I'm invading a moment of their privacy, so I move to get up, but Rose pulls away from him and glances at me with hooded eyes.
"Do you want to kiss him?" she asks me softly.
I didn't think we were gonna do this now. I assumed we would have more time to adjust and prepare for it. But I don't think of that because I see his plump, red, swollen lips begging to be kissed. I can't resist when I nod my head in a daze.
Rosalie leans back into the couch and pulls me closer to her with my arm. Edward leans over her and reaches his hand up to caress my jaw and cheek. His startling gemstone green eyes burn intensity into mine.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Bella," he whispers gently.
I turn my head to Rose between us to see if his words bother her, but she's staring at us with a smile and passion in her seductive eyes.
Edward grabs me by my chin, a bit more demanding, and forces my eyes back to his before he leans forward, and his soft lips caress mine with a featherlight touch.
I'm shocked at the sparks of electricity that shoot through my veins at his touch. I get lost in the kiss as he slips his tongue out and slides it against my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I immediately give it to him and moan at his taste as his tongue glides and caresses mine.
It's sensual, slow, and soft but at the same time feels like he's worshiping my mouth. We get lost in the kiss until I feel Rose caress my hair, and I realize that Edward and I are making out heavily over Rose, her face inches away from us.
I've never been kissed the way Edward kisses me at this moment. So much passion, hunger, heat, longing. As if I'm his last drink of water or the only thing keeping him tied to Earth.
I push away thoughts that he's Rosalie's, and I only get to feel this once.
Rose pulls on my hair hard, which causes me to pull away from Edward and focus my attention on her. "That's so fucking hot," she whispers with desire in her tone. "My turn." She brings my face toward her, her hand still gripping the back of my scalp, and presses her full lips against mine, slightly sucking my bottom lip. Her kiss is harder and faster than Edward's, but it still sends a craving through me like I've never felt before.
Rosalie and Edward are such contrasts from each other, but still so pleasurable in different ways. His soft lips blended with his scruff, scratching against my sensitive skin. And her demanding yet feminine kisses that make me melt.
Before it gets too heated, Rose pulls away and states gently, "Not tonight, but soon. You're not ready for us yet, baby."
I almost whimper in protest, but she's right, now is not the time.
I've never thought about being with a woman before, but let's be honest, Rose can turn any straight woman gay. She's any woman's and man's fantasy. I haven't explored my sexuality enough to really know what I enjoy, and this is all about learning, so I'm not opposed to Rose teaching me some things either. I think I'm going to like it as much as being with a man.
I look toward Edward, and he's biting his lip as if trying to contain his thirst. Holding and fighting onto his sanity. I can tell he's holding back, and I want him to let go and unleash—discover his true desires. The heat and fire in his eyes light my body into flames.
If that kiss is anything to go by, when we're all finally able to be together, it will be all-consuming, and I'm not sure if I'll be able to handle it.
But at the same time, I've never been more sure of what I want to share with Edward and Rose. What I want to learn from them. What I want to give them.
It's the following Saturday night, and the night we've planned for Edward and Rose to teach me. We thought it would be better to plan it rather than just happen spontaneously since it's my first night and all.
Even though I'm not dating either of them, it's nice they're still making it important and trying to make my first time special, even though it's with my best friend and her boyfriend. They're making more effort than any guy before them did. They're not making it feel weird or pressured.
We've already discussed protection. Both Rose and I are on birth control. I mainly take it for my cramps, but I knew I would need it one day. Edward and Rose also tested negative and are clean, so there's no need for condoms. According to Rose, you can't compare the feeling of a thick hard cock inside you with no barrier between. I'll take her word on it.
I'm glad Rosalie is here for this moment. I didn't expect it when she offered to share Edward, but I prefer it this way. So I don't feel like I'm betraying her, and all three of us are bonded together for this special time in my life.
We start the night as we usually do, ordering in some Chinese food for dinner, watching a movie, and having a few drinks to lighten us up. Luckily, Edward has his own condo and lives alone. Rose hasn't moved in with him yet, but we've both spent a lot of time at his place.
Halfway through the movie, Rosalie makes the first move. I sit in between her and Edward with a blanket over our laps. She curls into me and begins caressing my thigh over my leggings. I glance toward Edward, and his focus is still on the film with his arm behind my neck on the couch.
Rose leans farther into me and places featherlight kisses against my collarbone and neck. "Can I touch you?" she murmurs so quietly against my skin I can barely hear her, but I nod my head, leaning into her touch.
She teasingly slides her fingers along the waistband of my leggings before slipping them underneath. She gasps against me when she feels my bare skin beneath. "Naughty girl, no panties?" I can feel her smirk against my neck.
I may not be too experienced, but I figure why waste time with panties? We have a goal tonight, and I want to make it as accessible as I can—no point in wasting time on undergarments.
I moan in response and shift, spreading my legs open wider as her finger brushes against my clit. I jump slightly at the touch against my sensitive bud. Stretchy leggings are a blessing, so she has room to touch me beneath them.
I look back at Edward, and I'm not sure if he's purposely acting oblivious or doesn't know what's going on. It feels forbidden to have his girlfriend touch me beneath the blankets right next to him, unbeknown to him as he's distracted by the movie.
It must be a damn good movie then.
Rose traces along my slit, spreading my wetness, then slides back up to my clit, swirling harder circles against it. I bite my lip, trying to keep in my moan. It feels so fucking good. How have I gone this long without this?
Sure, I've touched myself and masturbated before, but it does not compare to someone else's skilled fingers. And the night's only started—this is nothing compared to what is ahead.
"You're so fucking wet," she moans as she digs her teeth into my neck, and I gasp.
Rose has never mentioned being with a girl before, but she seems to know what she's doing. But I mean, she has the same parts as me, so she could be doing what she likes. No one will know what another woman likes more than a woman herself, right?
I completely forget about Edward for a second, lost in the moment of Rosalie's touch, until I hear his deep timbre and feel his lips brush against my ear. "Started without me?" he teases, his tone dripping with lust.
"I'm just getting her warmed up and worked up for us." Rosalie lifts her head and smirks at Edward, not stopping her pace between my thighs. She turns her attention to me. "I think Edward is feeling a bit left out. Should we let him join?"
I feel like they're doing all the talking, and I'm just here as a mute. So, instead of nodding my head like I normally would, I use my words. "Yes." I'm shocked at how hoarse my voice is.
Rosalie moves from her position next to me and pulls the blanket off us. She leans over me on her knees and grips both sides of my leggings, pulling them down my legs until they're off, and throws them across the room. She pulls my thighs apart until they're spread open, and she and Edward get their first glance at my soaked bare pussy.
Edward's eyes are glued to me, and his eyes darken and become heavy-lidded as he stares. I feel vulnerable and insecure for a moment, and out of instinct, go to close my legs, but Rosalie can sense how I feel and prevents them from closing. "Don't be shy, baby. You're beautiful. Isn't she Edward?"
Edward snaps out of his daze and slides his burning eyes up to mine. I've never seen him like this. He's usually calm, cool, and collected. I can feel this other side to him when he's overcome by lust, and I can't wait to see it.
"Yes, she's fucking breathtaking," he whispers, not removing his eyes from mine.
His words steal my breath away, and I have to look away because it's too much.
Rosalie distracts me by sliding her finger down to my entrance, tracing it before slipping it inside gently. "Touch her," she tells Edward as she pushes her finger in and out of me.
Edward's hand holds my jaw, turning my face to his, staring at me silently. His deep, captivating eyes speak words I don't understand. But I've never felt more safe, more loved than by these two bewitching people.
Edward leans forward, his eyes still on mine as his lips take possession of my mouth. He teases my lips with his tongue before sliding it inside and massaging mine with his. He's such a phenomenal fucking kisser, a perfect blend of soft and sensual with power and strength.
I moan into his mouth from his kiss, and Rose's finger speeds up her pace, curling inside of me, rubbing against my G-spot. I jump and let out a whimper as I feel a sensation against my clit. As I pull away from Edward, he has a delicious naughty crooked grin on his face. I look down and it's his finger fluttering against my nub, but too gently and teasingly that it makes me ache for more.
I feel bad that I'm receiving all the attention, so I put each of my hands on both of their laps. "Nuh-uh." Edward holds my hand with one of his to stop me. "This is about you right now. Once we go to my bedroom, you can touch us."
Rose lifts up my shirt with her hand that's not inside me and holds it over my breasts. I'm not wearing a bra underneath, and both she and Edward groan in approval. I may not be as big as Rose, but my breasts are a good handful and perky. She attaches her mouth to one, tracing her tongue against my nipple as it hardens in her mouth. She stares up at me with her gorgeous sapphire eyes, and I feel more arousal pool around her fingers.
"Your tits are perfect," she says.
I tremble with pleasure as I feel my other nipple being sucked and nibbled on, and turn my head to see Edward pleasing my other breast. Having both of them suck on each one at the same time makes me throw my head back. "Fuck," I moan.
Just as I feel I'm close to the edge, Edward removes his finger from my clit, and before I can whine in displeasure, he slides it down to my entrance and pushes it inside of me next to Rose's finger. I gasp at the intrusion and the stretch that pinches a bit but still feels so fucking good.
Edward stills. "Are you okay?" he asks with concern, his eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes. I'm fine. It feels so good. Please, more," I beg.
He and Rose work in unison, their fingers pushing and curling and rubbing simultaneously, and I feel like I'm going to explode. They're pros at touching me, working in sync. Preparing and stretching me for his cock.
"You're so fucking tight," Edward groans, his restraint loosening, as he finger-fucks me harder. He leans back down to my tit, sucking and scratching his teeth against my bud. He's being slightly rougher, and I love it.
Rose crashes her lips to mine desperately and hungrily as we moan into each other's mouths. "You like our hands on you, and how we're making you feel?"
"Yes, I'm so close."
"Let go, baby. Show us how good we make you feel. Come for us," Edward says against my boobs. At the same time, his thumb presses hard against my clit, rubbing furiously, and that's all I need to come undone. I clench around both of their fingers as Rosalie swallows my cries.
My first orgasm at the hands of someone else, and it was fucking phenomenal. I sit there panting, catching my breath from the intense pleasure I experienced as Rose and Edward clean us up.
"We're not done with you yet, baby. The night just began," Edward croons as he stands.
"I can't wait." I smile seductively, having more confidence and courage after my orgasm.
Rose pulls me off the couch, holding my hand with a devilish grin, and leads me toward the stairs. Edward follows behind me, intertwining his fingers through my other one as we walk up the stairs to his bedroom like a chain.
As we enter Edward's room, Rosalie pushes me onto his king-sized bed, giggling as she straddles me. She leans down, kissing me as her long curly blonde hair curtains around our faces as I lie down. She moves away to pull my shirt over my head, exposing my completely nude body. Rose is too clothed compared to me, with her crop top and tight jeans that show off her soft curves.
I pull her shirt over her head greedily and stare at her full tits spilling out of her red lace bra. I feel guilty not wearing some sexy lingerie underneath my clothing like she did. As if she dressed up for this special occasion.
I lean up and scoot back until I'm sitting against the headboard, reaching behind her to unclasp her bra and pull it off her. I've never kissed another woman before, but being around Rosalie's sexual confidence and the way she makes me feel is so natural. Like I know how to touch her and what she likes.
Rosalie stares down at me with approval and excitement in her large eyes and grabs my hands, making me cup her breasts. They're so sexy, and spill out of my small hands and feel so soft as I squeeze them.
I lean down, not breaking eye contact with her, and softly trace my tongue along her rose-pink nipple, switching between both of them. She tastes so good, and I hum against her flesh, sucking and nibbling and licking. Her head falls back, and she moans, so I must be doing something right. She pulls on my hair, and it feels incredible.
A deep growl coming from across the room breaks me out of my haze, and I turn to look at Edward standing near the door, completely naked. He must've stripped off all of his clothes while Rose and I were occupied. I'm sad I missed it; what a show that would've been.
But what captures my attention and makes my jaw drop and my pussy throb is his hard, thick cock jutting out beneath the V of his hips as he strokes it at a slow yet steady pace. It's the most stunning cock I've seen with his smooth, pale flesh and veins that throb beneath. He's groomed and the size of it causes a thrill but also a tinge of fear inside of me.
I may not have seen many dicks up close and personal, but I've seen enough porn, and Edward is massive and so thick. How the fuck is that going to fit inside of me? I don't think it's the smartest idea for my first time, but I don't care. I don't want anyone else. It'll hurt so good, and I'll feel him for days. I'll always remember it.
"You both are a masterpiece together," he admires, his voice huskier and dropping an octave lower.
His eyes pierce through us, wild and hungry, dark with lust. I feel so exposed and vulnerable when he looks at me like that. Like I'm his weak little prey, and he wants to devour me. But I love it and need it.
Rosalie's sultry voice distracts me from my thoughts. "Have you ever sucked a man's cock before, Bella?" She knows the answer, but she's asking for Edward's amusement.
"No," I answer her but don't take my eyes off Edward's. His gaze becomes even more consuming and smoldering as he keeps stroking his thick length. My body feels like it's on fire.
"Come here, baby. We got a few things to teach our girl," Rose tells Edward, as she turns her head to look at him from her spot where she still straddles me.
Our girl. Those words do things to my heart that I shouldn't be thinking about. I push those thoughts away.
Edward strides to us slowly but demanding, not letting go of his erection until he stands at the end of the bed.
Rosalie shifts off me and makes room for Edward. "Lie down," she commands.
I admire the confidence and authority she has in bed, as if she's sure of herself and knows what others want. But there's also a gentleness and generosity in her, putting her lover's pleasure first.
Edward scoots on the bed, then leans flat back against it, his arms propped up behind his head. He looks like a Greek God, made from marble, with his sinewy muscles beneath his smooth ivory skin. His hard cock stands at attention, waiting for us. His defined abs and thick thighs contract at the anticipation of our touch. So strong and powerful, but desperate and needy for us.
Rose and I sit on either side of him, but I don't move, waiting for her to make the first move, and I'll follow her lead.
She hovers over him and reaches out, grasping his shaft in one hand. She slides her tongue up his length before teasingly sucking his head into her mouth. Edward groans huskily, his cock begging for pleasure. All this pent-up tension building between us three, ready to explode.
Rose glances up at me with hooded eyes. "Taste him. Lick him."
I thought I would be more nervous doing this, but they make me feel so comfortable and eager. Sexy and powerful. I shift closer to them and hover over Edward, my face inches away from Rose's face and his dick. It looks even larger and intimidating up close, but I don't care. I'm aching to see what he tastes like, what he'll feel like in my mouth.
Rosalie holds him at the base for me as I tentatively lick up his cock as she did. His moan of approval encourages me to suck and kiss along his shaft, taking the tip in my mouth and swirling my tongue around it. She leans down and licks the other side of him as I go back to lathing my tongue up and down his length.
Edward fists both of our hair in each one of his hands, guiding our heads in a rhythm. "Fuckkk," he growls deeply, and it connects to my throbbing clit. He's so close to letting go completely.
Rose and I speed up our pace, naturally moving in sync with one another, as if we've done this before. His cock is covered with our saliva, and it feels so dirty and naughty but so right. We take turns, one of us sucking the head while the other licks along his length.
Rose pulls away with a deep breath, her plump lips all wet. "Now, take him into your mouth." She holds the back of my head with one hand and still has Edward's base in her other. She pushes me back down softly, guiding me. Teaching me how to suck her boyfriend's cock.
I slide him between my lips and take a couple of inches inside my mouth. He's way too big for me to get much in, but based on his moans and clenching of his thighs, it must feel good. His growls and groans of pleasure and that I'm the one making him feel this way could practically make me come undone.
I wrap my hand around his base above Rose's, and my fingers barely meet.
Edward swallows in a breath and clenches his fists.
"Does she have a hot little mouth?" Rose asks, watching me work his dick with my mouth.
"She's so fucking good." His breaths are harsh and rugged.
"See, babe. You're a natural." Rosalie smiles at me as I keep on going, sucking and taking him as deep as I can.
Even though I haven't done much yet, I swell with pride at their words of praise. I'm a quick learner, I guess, or I just have excellent teachers.
Rose continues guiding my head, setting a pace I can handle, and I go along with the speed she sets as she pushes me back and forth. Edward's hand joins her at the back of my head, his a bit rougher and speeding up the pace, making me take him deeper. My eyes water slightly, and my throat constricts at the intrusion, but I can handle it.
"Yes, fuck, baby girl, just like that," he grunts.
I pull my mouth off him with a gasp. Rose takes over as I catch my breath, watching them. She takes him way deeper than I can, with years of practice, I guess. And he's so much rougher with her, fisting both his hands into her hair tightly and raising his hips, fucking her face as he cusses. His hips thrust punishingly into her as she deep throats and chokes around him. Spit falls out of her mouth, and gagging sounds fill the room.
They don't look anything like the presentable, philanthropist, clean couple they show to the outside world.
Edward's in control, vicious, unleashed, dominant. But she fucking loves it, craves it. It's so different from the careful, gentle way he commands me to suck his dick, but it makes me wet, hoping I can learn to take someone like that one day. It's rough and hungry and desperate, but so fucking erotic.
Rosalie pulls away, nudging me to take him back in. I slide him in, relaxing my throat and trying some tricks I just watched from Rose. She leans down again, taking his balls into her mouth as I suck him deeper with every stroke and get the hang of it, loving the taste of him and feeling how close he's getting. His body tightens, his grip on my hair rougher, his hips grinding against our mouths, the filthy words and grunts spilling from him.
Edward moves his large hands down our bodies, each one gripping and squeezing our asses. Rose still has her jeans on, but I'm bare. He slips his fingers down my ass, between my lips, and rubs along my slit to my clit as I moan around him. He slides his fingers inside me, fucking me much harder with them than he did when we were downstairs.
"Fuck," he spits out wildly. "Such good girls, sucking my cock at the same time." Edward hasn't talked too much, Rose doing most of the dirty talking, but fuck does his words in his throaty, raspy voice do things to me. I love how vocal and good at dirty talk they are.
Such a different tone and side to Edward than his usually jovial and collected demeanor. He becomes primal and dangerous in bed, and it makes me want him even more. Rosalie is always a goddess, but her glow and seductiveness make me see her in a different light as well. She's so open and vulnerable, a complete contrast to the guard she wears in public.
"Yes, baby girl, just like that. Look how wild you're making him," Rose encourages, as I don't stop my pace.
"Don't fucking stop. Fuck, you're gonna make me come," Edward growls.
"Do you wanna swallow him?" Rosalie asks.
I nod my head as he's still down my throat. She takes his balls back in her mouth, and that's all he needs to find his release. He curses and says the dirtiest things, grunting as his thighs tremble, and he thrusts up, exploding in my mouth.
Once I swallow down all of his cum, Rose leans in and kisses me, tasting him on me. "Doesn't he taste so good?"
"He does," I purr.
"Your turn." Rose leans over Edward, grasping my waist and pushing me so I straddle him.
He looks up at me with his post-orgasmic bliss and a cocky grin as to what's to come. His hands grasp both of my ass cheeks and squeeze.
"Wait, what about you?" I turn my head to look back at her as she finally strips off her jeans. I feel bad Rose isn't getting much action. She's giving out all the pleasure.
"Babe, it's okay, I'm fine. Tonight is about you. You have lost time to make up for." She winks.
Have I mentioned that Rose is the most giving, selfless best friend a girl could ask for—literally.
I gasp in shock as Edward pulls me forward, with his hands still gripping my ass until I'm hovering over his face.
I've never been eaten out before, and for the first time, I'm going to ride someone's face—and not just anyone, but Edward's.
I jolt at the first touch of his tongue against my core. The warm thick slickness feels incredible against my wet, sensitive pussy. He slides it between my folds, licking every inch of me.
He strokes up and down my slit, teasing my entrance and lightly pushing in before trailing it to my clit, swirling and sucking, repeating that circuit. The rough texture of his scruff against my sensitive untouched flesh feels even better.
I gasp and moan at the pleasure I've never felt before. My legs shake as I prevent myself from putting most of my weight down on him. His hands continue squeezing and gripping my ass, urging me to move my hips and ride his face. But I'm still feeling a bit nervous, not knowing what to do. I'm holding most of my weight up, keeping my hips up so I don't suffocate him.
Rosalie can read me and tell I'm hesitant. "Bella, you can lower yourself down on him. Fuck his face. He can handle it."
I'm still unsure until I jump when Edward slaps my ass hard without removing his mouth from my clit. The sting courses through my body and sets it aflame. I guess that's his way of telling me he wants it. He does it again, and I lower myself onto him more fully and become aroused at his muffled groan of approval against my pussy.
Edward grips my ass again, guiding my hips back and forth over his face, showing me how he likes it. I get lost in him and let go of my inhibitions, riding his face harder, grinding against him as his lips and tongue suck, lick and nibble every inch of me—like I'm the most delicious thing he's ever tasted. The room fills with my needy moans and whimpers and his hungry growls and groans.
"Oh God," I cry out.
"His tongue is deadly, isn't it?" Rose trails her hands down my back.
"Yeah—uhh, I've never imagined it could feel… fuck—this good."
"Oh, baby, it's going to feel even better," she replies.
I wish I could see her face, but she's behind me, and I'm chasing my pleasure, lost in fucking Edward's face.
I look down, and his insatiable striking eyes burn into mine with a ferocious blaze as his mouth is buried between my thighs. I can see his tongue flicking against my clit, and it is the most fucking euphoric, erotic sight I have ever seen and will haunt my dreams for as long as I live.
Rosalie breaks us out of the trance we're in. "How does she taste?" she asks Edward.
"Absolutely fucking delicious," he groans against me.
I can tell, based on how he pushes my ass slightly higher and the way his tongue slides up and down between my lips, that he's giving Rose a show. I can feel him smile against me, and I drip even more on his tongue.
She whimpers at the sight. "I might need to have my own taste." Since I can't see her, I'm not expecting what happens next, the feel of a second soft tongue sliding along my entrance. I cry out and tremble at the feeling of both of their mouths on me.
Edward pushes me forward with my ass, so I'm forced on all fours, holding myself up with my elbows above his head. It gives Rosalie more room to feast and lick my pussy as Edward moves his tongue to my clit, flicking it at a fast speed. She licks along me, tasting my arousal, before sliding her tongue inside my tight hole. While they both taste me, their moans make my stomach tighten and core clench.
I squeal as she licks higher, past my entrance, straight up to my ass. They are not playing around. I am losing many firsts tonight and experiencing things many people with years of experience haven't even done. And it doesn't bother me in the slightest. If anything, they may have ruined me for anyone else since this is the type of sex I'll be expecting from now on. It lit a desire and deviance in me I never knew I needed until this moment, and I will never be the same again.
Rose spreads my ass, licking harder and firmer, swirling her tongue around my puckered hole. Edward slides his tongue back down my core, piercing his tongue and stroking it inside me. He rubs my clit with his thumb, and between all these sensations I've never imagined possible and the perverse things they're doing to me and making me feel, I fall apart around them.
I quiver, and my pussy flutters. My eyes roll, and I arch my back as I push and pull against both of their mouths. Electricity sparks through my body; it's almost painful. I don't realize the screams and cries are coming from me because I never knew I was capable of such a sound. I sob both of their names out in pleasure.
They pull away from me once they've let me ride through my orgasm. I collapse flat on my stomach, trying to tame my racing heart, calm my breaths and feel my legs. They caress along my body as I come down from my high.
Edward grabs Rose by the back of her neck, forcing her lips against his. I ache even more at them sharing my taste.
After a moment of silence, I begin chuckling, my laughs getting louder with each second. Edward and Rosalie join in, lighting all the pheromones and intensity in the air.
"Holy fuck," is all I can say.
"We're that good, huh?" Rose teases.
"Not good. Fucking incredible. More than I could've ever imagined. You both have seriously ruined me for anyone else," I mumble into the pillow, still out of breath.
They've wrecked me.
"Well, we're not done with you yet." Edward slaps my ass hard, the sound echoing. "You'll really be ruined once we've taught you everything."
His words send another shiver down my spine. Is there such a thing as overloaded combustion, too much pleasure? Because the fear of that is mixing with the need for more, even though I feel like I can't handle more.
But I'm not giving up now. I don't care what it takes. This is my one and only night to experience pleasure like this because I doubt I'll ever feel this again, and I don't give up. It's more than just the skills and knowledge they have; there's something more. This bond and connection I've felt with them in all the years I've known them. It opened up something deeper now that we've mixed it with our sexual desires.
Edward is hard and ready to go again after eating me out, and I've slowly recovered from my orgasm, able to feel my legs again.
But before we can go further, Rosalie sits next to me, brushing my matted hair away from my face so she can stare into my eyes. "Bella, are you sure you wanna do this? You can back out if you're not ready. You can't take your first time back, so only if you're one hundred percent sure. I think you've still learned a lot today." She gives me a soft smile.
Shit. I want to so bad, but is she asking because maybe she's having second thoughts and is getting jealous? We didn't necessarily agree he was going to fuck me. We would go with the flow and see how the night went and what we were comfortable doing. But I'm so caught up in the moment, and I want this… him… them so bad.
Edward looks at me with the most sincere, gentle expression. "Bella, you don't have to." He must be taking my silence and hesitance as I don't want it.
I stare at Rose, with our silent communication, asking if she's really okay with it. Because God, do I want it.
We have a silent conversation, and with a nod of her head, excitement, trust, and love shimmering in her eyes, I know my answer.
I glance back at Edward. "I want to, but only if you want to." I blush as insecurity creeps inside of me.
What if he doesn't want to?
I feel a strong grasp on my small wrist, and I'm pulled into a hard, muscled body. A gentle hand lifts my chin up so I can stare into those intense, beautifully haunting eyes that speak so loud.
"Believe me, Bella. I want to, more than you could ever know." There's an intimate moment between us, and everything feels right. But as his soft lips meet mine gently, it's like a ton of bricks fall on me as I'm reminded of Rose.
Before I can feel guilty about sharing a moment like this with her boyfriend, I feel her hands dance along my bare back as her lips gently leave a trail along my shoulder. I guess she can feel my doubt and worry as she calms me with her words. "Don't worry, babe. Let him show you how incredible he can make you feel." No jealousy or concern in her tone, only encouragement, and praise.
I grab Rose by the back of her neck, pulling her against me as my lips and tongue caress hers. It's sweet and thankful; letting her know how much she and everything she's doing for me means to me.
Once I pull away from her, she pushes against Edward's chest, so he lies back against the bed. "You should ride him for the first time. Many people do missionary, but being on top is better because you can control it and set your own pace," Rosalie tells me.
Even though technically they're teaching me, it doesn't feel clinical. It feels natural and passionate with the odd pointers and advice.
I straddle Edward once again, my wet pussy against his lower stomach, his erection jutting against my ass. I place my hands on his chest as Rose grasps his cock in her hand behind us, guiding his tip to my entrance.
I take a deep breath, and my body stiffens, not in fear but in anticipation and excitement. Although I'm a bit nervous at the size of Edward, it's better than sharing my first time with someone really small, right?
"Shhh, relax, baby. It'll feel so good," Rose murmurs against my ear, tracing her tongue against it.
Edward reaches up to me, pushing my hair away from my face, and just stares into my eyes for a moment. So much feeling and emotion that I've never seen in him before. Trust, need, longing, desire, and something that looks like love. But it's probably just a friendly type of love.
"Bella, thank you for sharing this with me. I promise to make you feel the best you've ever felt."
"I couldn't have chosen anyone better," I murmur, bending down and kissing him sweetly.
For a moment, it just feels like us two in our own little bubble, sharing this intimate connection. But my need for Rose as well comes to surface as I snap out of it and reach back for her. I turn my head and mouth, "Thank you," to her. Her eyes glow with love and delight, and she gives me the most breathtaking smile.
Rosalie slides the first couple inches of Edward's cock inside me until he pushes past my barrier. I'm soaked, so it makes him slide in easier. I throw my head back, clench my muscles, and squeeze my eyes shut as a slight pinch of pain aches through my core but quickly turns into a foreign yet pleasurable feeling of being stretched and full.
"Fuck, baby, you're so tight. If you fucking clench around me like that, I'm not gonna last long," Edward growls through clenched teeth, his eyes clenched shut as well.
Rose laughs, the sound like music. "Shit, Bella, your pussy must be heaven because Edward is known for lasting quite long."
"More. I need more," I beg.
Rose lets go of us and sits back to watch. She spreads her legs and begins playing with her pussy, circling her clit, then sliding two fingers inside as her eyes attach to Edward's cock halfway inside of me. Little whimpers spill from her lips. The sight of her will be etched in my mind forever.
"She can take it, Edward. Give her more," Rosalie encourages.
Edward places his hands on my hips, and I turn my head back to him. He asks me silently if I'm okay with his eyes, and I nod my head. He pushes my hips down slowly until the skin of our thighs touch, and every inch of him is buried inside of me.
I gasp at how full I feel. There's a bit of pain, but it's overpowered by the overwhelming sensation of lust and pleasure. Consumed by Edward's cock, his body against mine, Rose's touch, their words a blend of praise and depravity.
We both freeze, breath shooting from our lungs as his hands grip onto me for dear life. As if hanging onto the last thread of his self-control. I'll probably have marks on my skin tomorrow, and the thought makes me drip around him even more.
"Fuck," we groan simultaneously. I throw my head back, and his jaw clenches.
I wait for him to do something or move, but he just lays there, letting me adjust to the stretch of his size. The sting has now turned into an ache for more, and I need to feel him sliding in and out of me. I circle my hips and grind against him.
"How does his cock feel inside of you, Bella?" Rosalie moans, fucking herself harder and deeper with her fingers.
"It's fucking amazing. He's so big and thick. I feel him so deep."
"Is he stretching your tight little pussy?"
"Ughn, yesss," I whimper as I dig my teeth into my bottom lip.
After giving me some time to adjust to his length, he slowly raises his hips, sliding his thickness in and out of me, squeezing onto my hips.
He unleashes a bit more once he seems I'm enjoying it and not in pain as he pumps harder, thrusting deeper. It hits a spot that blurs my vision, and I scream.
"Yeah, baby? You like that, you like my cock?" Edward pants out, sweat glistening on his skin.
Ugh, I love his sweetness, but his dirty words drive me wild.
"Yes," I cry out.
I watch him and take in how beautiful he looks in the heat of the moment. His bronze sex hair, all wild and messy, his sharp jawline covered with scruff that I can't get the vision of it buried in my cunt out of my mind, his full lips and straight nose, his eyes hooded and dark with lust. He's been so blessed with his beauty, and what's even better is he's not cocky about it. He's usually self-deprecating, but I love how he can be so nasty, unhinged, and controlling in bed.
As he pushes me closer to the edge, I lean forward, bracing my arms on either side of his head as I move my hips faster, chasing my release. Our breaths, chants, and moans surround us. He keeps one hand on my ass while moving the other one to my face. We don't break eye contact as my body shakes and quivers as I convulse around him, squeezing his cock as we breathe against each other's lips.
I didn't think anything could top the other orgasms they gave me, but this mind-numbing pleasure tingles my body with electricity—a feeling I could never imagine.
Edward's still hard inside of me, considering he didn't come with me, but he stills for a moment, waiting until I'm finished my release around him. He gazes up at me with the most alluring smile of satisfaction. This will definitely be one of the most memorable moments in my life, and it couldn't have gone any better.
But from the looks of it, we're far from done. After Rosalie gives us an intimate first time together, she joins in, ready to really have fun now. She sits on top of Edward's face, demanding him to lick her pussy, while he bucks his hips back into me, ready for more.
Rose leans forward, making out with me hungrily, trailing her tongue down my neck to my breasts, sucking and biting each nipple. We take turns tasting each other's lips and breasts as she fucks Edward's tongue and moans against me. I imagine what she's feeling, knowing how his talented, insane tongue feels against my pussy.
But his cock hitting deep inside me reminds me of how incredible his thick length feels as I ride him faster. Edward is one hell of a multitasker, not breaking his pace as he slams into me and licking Rose's pussy at the same time. His tongue peeking out between her wet folds makes me moan and gyrate against him faster.
I've been getting most of the pleasure tonight, and I want to help Rose get off. She has the prettiest pink pussy, and I want a taste, see how she feels against my tongue, make her come.
With Edward's tongue inside of her, I lean all the way forward, my chest against his, and slide mine along her clit. She whines and tugs on my hair hard, grinding against both of our mouths greedily. She tastes so sweet, and I can't get enough.
"Fuck, you're both gonna make me come," Rose cries out.
I flick my tongue faster against her as Edward laps at her pussy fervently until she comes as we both drink up her juices. Our tongues meet and swirl against each other on her core. The taste of him and her together is incredible.
I'm impressed by how Edward hasn't come yet. Rosalie wasn't kidding when she said he could last long. His stamina is unbelievable.
"Okay, my turn to come," Edward teases as Rose gets off him. He grabs me by my hips and turns me around so I'm still straddling him, but this time with my back facing him. He doesn't pull out of me, sitting up and backing up until he's against the headboard.
I take a deep breath, unsure if my body can handle more, but it feels too good, and he needs to come.
He grasps my hips tightly, getting me ready. I feel every inch of his thickness throbbing deep inside as he begins raising his hips, driving his cock in and out. Long, rhythmic strokes, our bodies in sync, giving and taking pleasure.
Edward groans deep in his chest, and it's the most delicious sound. His muscles flex as he impales me, his thrusts become more desperate, faster, erratic, needy. So close to finally letting go after all the build-up.
My head's thrown back, and my eyes are closed shut as Edward keeps on drilling into me ferociously, holding me up by my hips as I bounce on him. I gasp loudly once I feel something warm and wet tickle my clit. My eyes shoot open as I gaze down, watching powerful, seductive, hooded blue eyes blaze into mine as Rose's tongue flutters against my bud with each pump of Edward's hips.
Heat builds up in my stomach even more, and my thighs tremble at the extra intensity of ecstasy building in my core. A thick cock hitting deep inside of me and a warm mouth on my pussy is the most incredible fucking feeling in the world. They keep on shocking me and teaching me things I didn't even know about. I'm on sensory overload, and I'm not sure how I haven't burst into flames yet.
Rose slides her tongue down to Edward's dick and licks around where he slides in and out of me, tasting both of us every time he pulls out. She switches between sucking my clit and licking his base.
"You both taste fucking incredible together," she hums against us.
Rosalie is on her knees, bent over us, with her plump ass perched high in the air. I can't help myself from squeezing her before slipping my fingers down between her thighs. I graze them along her slick lips and groan at how soft and wet she is. Sliding a couple of fingers in, I curl and pump them while rubbing my thumb against her clit. She parts her legs wider, giving me room to go harder. She grinds back into my hand and whimpers against my pussy and Edward's cock.
I can feel Edward getting close based on his cries, erratic thrusts, and the swelling of his cock. I gasp for air, trembling violently, holding onto Edward's thighs so I don't collapse. I'm consumed by all my senses. My pussy is too swollen and sensitive, the tight throbbing in my core ready to be released. Rose is clenching around my fingers as she's close to the edge as well.
Between Edward's next words and his and Rose's touch, it's like a bomb detonating throughout my body.
"You're ours now," Edward demands with a growl. "Come all over my cock and Rose's tongue." At the same time, Rose scrapes her teeth and bites my clit while Edward hits that spot, which pushes me over the edge. My climax rips through me as I sob in pleasure.
I feel Rosalie's juices drip down my hand as she comes around my fingers, crying out against us. Edward finishes inside of me, his cock pulsing and filling me up as he digs his teeth in the back of my shoulder, his grunts breaking through.
I'm sad I can't see Edward's face when he orgasms, but the view of Rosalie's mouth around us is as satisfying, licking up our climax.
After we all come down, we collapse on the bed, catching our breaths and taming our racing hearts. We entangle ourselves in the soft sheets as I snuggle between both of them, never losing contact. I have never been more completely sated. Rose wraps around me from behind as I curl and lay my head on Edward's chest, hearing his pulsing heartbeat.
This is complete elation and euphoria, sharing this connection with these two enchanting people, inside and out. Not only the mind-blowing sex they taught me, but the emotion and bond we all shared. Even this part, taking in their smell and warmth, cocooned between them, could not be more satisfying.
I don't want to think about what tomorrow will bring. Even though it meant something more to me, I doubt it did to them. They have a secure relationship and have been together for two years. They wanted to help me but also wanted to spice up their sex life. Many couples do that but go back to each other at the end of the day.
I can't see us repeating this again without things getting messy and complicated. I just hope things aren't strained or awkward after this between us. I should be grateful they shared this experience with me.
I try to turn off my racing thoughts and lose myself in the warmth and comfort of their bodies. The smell of all three of us permeates the air and lulls me to sleep.
I wake up to the glimmer of light from the sunrise creeping through the curtains and the sounds of birds chirping. My body slightly aches, but my mind feels relaxed, and I feel a satisfaction I've never felt before. As the memories of the night before rush through me, a smile forms on my face before my eyes open.
I smell something musky, earthly, and feel warm skin against mine, sending tingles along me. I curl farther into the body I'm wrapped around. My heavy eyes flutter open, and I take in Edward's stunning face as he sleeps. His lips are slightly parted, and he looks so young and relaxed in the morning light. I don't want to disturb and wake him up.
I turn to see if Rose is awake, but when I turn around, the other side of the bed is empty. I frown, wondering where she went, until I see the light on under the bathroom door in Edward's room.
I carefully get out of bed not to wake Edward and walk toward the bathroom. I knock on the door, and a moment later, Rose opens it. She's even more beautiful with her clear face free from makeup, glowing and smiling at me softly, letting me in.
Rose just came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her curvaceous body, and I fight back the temptation to rip it off of her. We don't say anything as she goes back to brushing her teeth while I grab my own toothbrush and decide to join her. We can't stop looking at each other.
"How are you feeling?" she asks me once we're done, and she wipes her mouth with a hand towel.
"I'm good. A bit sore, but it was so worth it. Better than I could've imagined," I say quietly. "Thank you, Rose, for last night. It was perfect and glad it was with you two." I fight back the sadness this won't happen again.
"Of course, Bella. You're my best friend and one of the most important people to me. I'm flattered to have made your first time special." She gives me her breathtaking smile that tugs at my heart.
I'm so lost in her that she catches me off guard with her next question. "How do you feel about Edward?"
"What do you m-mean?" I stutter, shifting uncomfortably.
"Bella, I saw the connection and spark between you and Edward. It's always been there, but you both have ignored it since Edward and I were together. That's why I immediately offered for you to have your first time with him."
My eyebrows furrow in confusion. What? Yes, Edward and I had a connection, but so did she and I. Regardless, I am loyal to her and would never act or consider it because she's more important to me.
She doesn't seem bothered or upset, though. If anything, she looks satisfied and content, with a smirk on her beautiful face.
"But, Rose, he's your boyfriend. Last night was better than I ever could've imagined… with both of you. But I'm not trying to come between you two. I love you and wouldn't ever betray you." My voice rises with panic.
I told her this might come between us, but she denied it. My heart races and blood runs cold at the fear of losing her.
Fuck. I knew this was a bad idea.
One night of the most fathomable pleasure in the world isn't worth this.
"Bella, calm down. You don't get what I'm saying. I'm not mad," Rose soothes gently. "You guys are made for each other. While I will always love Edward, we don't have what you two have. We stayed together because he's one of my best friends, and I've always felt safe around him. Plus, the sex is amazing." She laughs lightly. "We've shared so much and are comfortable, but we're not soulmates. He and I have talked about this already. We both knew there would be a day when we found our other halves, and we would have to let each other go. But no point in breaking up until we found the right person." She pulls me to her as we both sit on the edge of the bathtub, not letting go of my hand.
I'm lost by her words, too much information and emotion to process in my brain that's still recovering from all my orgasms last night. But I listen as she continues.
"I always knew you both had a connection and thought of ways to push you together. But I knew you would never go for him since you're loyal and he was my boyfriend, even if we broke up. So when you told me you were a virgin, I knew it was a perfect opportunity to see how deep your connection ran. And last night proved everything." This whole time she was playing matchmaker, and I was none the wiser. Instead, feeling guilty about my thoughts of him.
Rose's eyes are full of truth and honesty. "I know Edward's found his, and I won't take that away from him. Knowing it's you is even better because I can keep you both in my life, close to my heart. I rather he is with you than some girl that doesn't deserve him. He's a great guy, and though I'm not in love with him, he deserves someone perfect for him, and that's you. Just be careful with him; he loves hard. Now I only need to find mine," she concludes with a smile.
She's right. Now looking back, Edward and I have always had a connection, but I never thought more of it because he's not a cheater, and I'm not a home-wrecker and betrayer. We're loyal and never acknowledged it because Rose was his girlfriend and she was my best friend. It was always there and didn't come to light until she was the one to bring it to the surface and give us her blessing.
But it's not just him that makes my heart flutter and body tremble. Not the only one I feel a deeper connection to and get lost in their eyes—that I want more with.
I don't only want to feel Edward's love, wake up to his face, feel his touch anytime I want… I want hers as well.
Tonight I let a part of Rosalie into not only my body but my heart and soul too, and I'm not sure I can let her go.
She notices the frown on my face and tilts my head up by my chin so her eyes can bore into mine. "Hey, what's wrong? Do you not feel the same?" she asks with concern. She usually has a good read on people, but she's missing one thing.
I take a deep breath, nervous to tell her how I feel—scared of rejection. "No, I do. But what about you? I didn't only feel something with him… I felt it with you too." I'm not sure if she feels the same way about me, and maybe last night was just for fun. But I can't deny how I feel about her either.
Her mouth parts open, and her sparkling blue eyes widen in shock. "You want to be with me too?"
I stroke the back of her hand with my fingers, staring down. "I mean, if that's what you want? I know it may be strange for all of us to be together, but I've seen it work before. What I felt last night with both of you was too powerful, and I don't want to let you go—as a lover." I glance back up at her, showing how much she means to me with my eyes.
Rose stares back at me, hers full of love. "I felt it too. I just didn't think it was possible, so I tried to ignore it. But I want you too, Bella."
Her words make my chest pump, skin tingle, and consume me with so much emotion. Maybe I'm naïve and don't know the first thing about polygamy, but I'm sure we can figure it out. I'll do anything to have them both.
"Come on, I was a virgin up until yesterday, and I'm the one who has to teach you about polyamorous relationships?" I tease with the largest smile on my face. "I don't care what others think. I just want you both. And maybe that's greedy of me, but—"
Rosalie cuts me off by grasping both sides of my face, crushing her mouth to mine. It's passionate, sensual, and we show each other exactly how we feel with our lips and tongues—caressing and stroking and tasting. She pulls back, breathing in air as she assures me, "We'll make it work." And I believe her.
After opening our hearts, we crawl back into bed beside Edward, wrapping ourselves around each other again. I feel complete.
Edward seems to still be sleeping, with his eyes closed. But I catch a hint of his lips tilted up in a smirk, and his breaths aren't as deep as when he's asleep. He's pretending to be, but I can tell he was awake the whole time and eavesdropped on our conversation. I can't even be mad. Saves us time having to explain to him. With his eyes still shut, he subtly grasps my small hand in his large one, squeezing it tight. Assuring me we'll be okay. I lean in and kiss his shoulder.
I'm not sure what the future holds, and I'm sure it will be challenging and have obstacles, but any moments and time I have with them will be in my heart forever. I believe it's possible to have more than one soulmate, and I'm looking forward to the journey ahead of us.
A/N: If only first times were this good lol. Hope you enjoyed :)