Edward's POV
Alone in my room with the door shut, the outdated book in my hands, opened to the page about the stages of puberty and the development of the penis and testicles. I begin to mentally take note that this bizarre book has quite the information about penises. Everything from the size to hair growth and everything else in between.
I never thought that I'd be reading a book like this. Then again, I never assumed that I'd ever have an afternoon like the one I had today.
Shaking my head and trying to dislodge the memory of my awkward day, especially running home, bursting through the front door and rapidly covering my problem, that's not so little. With a textbook as I was greeted by my worried mother.
It was a horrifying event, nothing I wish to reminisce about. I turned the page of this odd book my father seemed to want me to read, and wouldn't you know it, this page is also about penises. Only, it's all about the penis during an erection - complete with a black and white drawing of one. My eyes drift to the next page, startled that it's all about masturbation. Why am I even surprised by that?
My eyes linger on the page while my mind drifts off, taking me back to Gym class. To when my erection decided to make an unexpected appearance. It was mortifying and the outline of my large member was rather obvious as it made itself known through my sweatpants. How it didn't poke a hole through my pants was beyond me.
Gym class had begun minutes ago with our usual warmup stretches, which I could do in my sleep. If I was capable of sleeping, which I'm not. Standing in alphabetical order - as bored as could be - while the warm up stretches went on I decided to do something that has become a hobby of mine since school started last week: watch the most beautiful girl in the world through the filter of her best friend's mind, who thankfully was right next to her.
As Coach Clapp instructed us to do knee bends, which he seems to enjoy just a little too much. I kept my eyes forward, appearing to be concentrating on what he was saying, I wasn't, though. I was really watching the girl with the chocolate brown eyes that are set in a pale, heart-shaped face with magnolia locks of hair that were up in a ponytail, exposing her beautiful neck.
Through my mind I watched the pretty girl who had recently become all that I seem to have on my mind lately. She was clumsily moving up and down as she - along with the rest of us - completed the excessive amount of knee bends. That was, until she ended up falling into a boy named Cory Sanchez that was in front of her.
Bella's friend Angelina helped her up and I wished that was me. But it couldn't be. Not that she would be disgusted with the cold temperature of my skin, no I already knew she wasn't. After all, she and I had been paired up in Gym for square dancing this week and last week we were paired up for a relay race. Our skin touched enough times to know that the coldness of my skin doesn't bother her. But because I was up in the second roll, and she was in the back because of the alphabetical order situation.
'How can one kid be so clumsy?' Coach Clapp thought, looking at Bella. "Alight, kids, that's it for warm up stretches. Time to find your partner and line up for square dancing."
I smiled to myself. If it wasn't for Bella falling over, we would still be doing knee bends. But because Coach Clapp was afraid Bella might injure herself or those around her, he wanted to go onto our main activity quickly.
Around the Gym kids mumbled and moaned in irritation. Most of them despised this odd form of exercise with country western music, though I don't. Not necessarily do I care for the music that fills up the Gym as Coach Clapp turned on the boombox that was on a stool next to his straw hat. But because I enjoy the close proximity to Bella. There's something about her that makes me want to be close to her.
Keeping my speed human, though I wanted to be by her side as fast as I could. I walked over to Bella. Just seeing how her eyes lit up when she saw me sent a jittery high though body that I never knew before I met her. I like the way I feel when I'm around her.
"Ready to dance, partner?" I asked, looking into Bella's eyes. Two deep pools of chocolate that I could get lost in.
"Great," She said in a tone of mocked disappointment. "Another activity for me to fall down and embarrass myself with."
I couldn't help but smile my crooked smile. I haven't known her for long, just over a week and already I had learned that she was very clumsy. As well as kind, caring, a bit shy and smelled really, really good, better than any human I have ever come across. All these were things that drew me in like a magnet to her.
"I'll catch you if you fall." I promised. Part of me was hoping that she would need me to catch her, just so I would have an excuse to hold her for a second or two.
I wanted to reach out and hold her hand and lead the way to the spot in the Gym where we were going to dance with the other children. But I didn't. I didn't have enough courage to do that. Without being able to read her mind I wasn't sure if she liked me the way I liked her and I didn't want to experience the sting of rejection. She's very nice and I'm sure she just likes me as a friend. Though, with every fiber in my body I hope for more than friendship someday.
"Well, since you put it that way. Dancing doesn't seem so bad." Bella said with a giggle.
Bella smiled at me. Her beautiful face lit up and time stood still. The chatter from the children and everything but her seemed a million miles away as we stood there looking into each other's eyes. A spark ignited between us and I'm sure she felt it too. I couldn't put words to the feelings I felt in that moment though it all ended way too soon. Coach Clapp came over, reminding us that we were in Gym class and square dancing was about to begin.
Bella blushed, a beautiful rosy color, making her scent even stronger as she became aware that children were staring at us. I Ignored the burn in my throat as well as the children's curious thoughts as I put my arm out, offering it to her. I wasn't sure if it was out of want to be closer to me or out of politeness, but she looped her arm around mine. We went over to our designated spot away from the other children. Was it any surprise that the children tried staying far away from both of us? I mean, with me being a vampire and her being very clumsy, not many children are brave enough to be in close proximity to either one of us.
But you wouldn't hear me complain about that. I'm happy that we are given space during a dance that you usually are next to others and switch dancing partners where we don't have to.
Coach Clapp put in the CD we danced to. The lively country music on the CD began as Coach Clapp, who was wearing his straw cowboy hat, gave everyone instructions to begin dancing, in a botched southern accent. Which made several students giggle.
The noise of clopping feet was heard loud and clear in the Gym as everyone moved about to the music. I heard from other children's minds that they couldn't wait for the week to be over so Coach Clapp would switch out our gym actively. Other than the choice in music, I didn't think this activity was bad at all. Being in close proximity to Bella was more than enjoyable, it was heaven. I would be perfectly content if we had to do square dancing all semester as long as she was my dancing partner.
Bella was light on her feet, stealing glances and smiling at me as we square danced. I was doing the same. As I complimented her about her fancy footwork, she ended up tripping over her own two feet and almost falling into my solid chest, face first. I caught her in my arms before she could hurt herself while music and dancing continued around us. No one paid any mind to us as she tried to gain her balance as her warm hand grazed the front of my sweatpants. Right in between my thighs! Just underneath where the wild patch of hair grows.
The touch was so gentle so innocent and a total accident. She didn't seem to notice where her hand touched as she steadied herself in an upright position as I let go of her arms, but I sure did. My mind was blown away with how that one gentle touch made me feel, how warmth started in my core and was spreading through my whole body as my penis became hard. What an odd and unexpected feeling that was.
'What the holy hell is this?' I looked down where my member, that once had been soft, was now sticking out, pointing right at Bella.
Waves of heat rolled off of Bella and onto me. Three seconds had passed since she fell into my arms. Three seconds passed with my penis standing at attention like a soldier ready to go off to battle. Slowly I looked at her, but her eyes didn't meet mine. Her chocolate brown eyes were locked on the bulge in my pants, her face was as red as a beet, and she didn't move or speak.
Embarrassed and certain that I had frightened her, which was something I never wanted to do. I turned and ran out of the gym, all the while wondering what the hell was happening with my penis and how to get it soft again.
Now I sit here on my couch holding the book in my hands, with my penis hard once more as I think about Bella. I begin to think about the words that were spoken to me about Bella not being frightened but curious when she saw my arousal. That gives me hope as her face comes to the forefront of my mind.
Her face, the most beautiful face in the world, appears behind my eyelids as I close them. The daydream that obstructs my thoughts is about the way Bella bites her bottom lip while she's in deep concentration, or nervous. In the past week I've seen her do it so many times I've lost count. Each time she does it, my mind goes to the deep dark places where its never been before. At least not on it's own accord, before I met Bella, that is.
Being able to read minds has always allowed sex to live rent free inside my mind. Though I always ignored those secondhand thoughts since they make no sense to me. I never understood how one person would want to kiss another person's lips or touch body parts that are normally covered by clothes. But lately my mind has been thinking of such things.
More and more I find myself thinking of Bella's perky breasts. How they might feel in my hands and more often than not, how they would look if she weren't wearing a shirt or...a bra. The more I think about her breasts and the way she smells, the more it's driving me wild and making my penis harder than before. It's so hard it's straining against my jeans and is causing me a bit of pain. The way I'm feeling now, I never felt before. It's an indescribable feeling and I'm not sure what to do about it.
For a flash of a second a passage that I read in the outdated puberty book comes to my mind as I place the book down on the floor. The paragraph that I glanced at was on how to relieve the pressure of my hard-on without having intercourse, which is masturbation. I've never done that before. Up until now I had no need to ever consider such an act.
The more I think about Bella and her perky breasts and how scrumptious they looked in the blue blouse she had been wearing before Gym class. The more I'm considering giving it a try.
I know I should think about something else. I know these thoughts aren't helping me, I'm only making my condition worse as my penis twitches inside my pants. I should think of something else. Yet, I can't think of anything but Bella and what it was like to have her hand graze my penis that was covered by sweatpants. I crave that to happen again.
Without a coherent thought, along with the sudden urge to touch myself, I find myself unbuckling my belt and zipping down my pants. Covered by my boxers, my erect penis springs forward.
Guided only by instinct, my hand strokes myself though the flimsy fabric of my red and black boxers. Surprised by how good that felt, I repeated the action. A combination between a moan and a growl escaped my lips at this pleasurable feeling. Craving more fiction, my sinful hand liberates my erection from my boxers. Grabbing my throbbing member, I begin stroking up and down. Slowly, enjoying every minute of this newfound pleasure.
My fantasies roam free as my hand continues to sooth my hard-on. Rubbing vigorously from the tip to the base of my penis and back up again, I begin to feel a feeling like no other as my body begins to feel like a shaken soda bottle that wants to explode. I pump harder, more desperately, while the feeling that started at my penis spreads throughout my body and grows more powerful.
Stroking up and down my length my body trembles and my penis pulses in my hand. I bite back a growl that I feel building up in my chest. I open my eyes just in time to see a stream of white fluid, shoot out of my tip and onto the ceiling. Amazement from the feeling as well as seeing another stream of fluid eject from me as my pumping comes to an end. I can't believe what unbelievable pleasure this is.
My breathing is rapid as I pull my boxers and jeans back up. I'm coming down from my high as reality comes crashing down on me. I just committed a sinful act and I have venom on my ceiling to prove it.
Loathing myself for what I have done and scowling at the outlandish book that's on the floor, I sit on my couch and brood. What else can I do?
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Well, Edward got his first release. A few you asked to see Edward trying something from the book, as well as what led to him getting aroused in the first place. So, I included both of those events in this chapter. Thanks for your helpful suggestions. :))
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