So I think most of you will like this chapter. Also, I didn't specify this before, but Bella is 16 right now and Edward is 17. This chapter was actually a little hard to write, because I'm trying to keep things age appropriate (for the characters anyways). I hope you do enjoy this one though, and please let me know what you guys think!

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.

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2007 Colorado: Lodge Swimming Pool

"Wow Chica, who knew you had a rockin bod under all those clothes," Rosalie muses with a wiry grin.

I stare at myself in the mirror. The bathing suit is fairly modest, it's a halter top that has about 2 inches of band underneath my breasts, and the bottoms are nearly shorts.

It's still the most revealing bathing suit I've ever worn out. My mother would raise hell if she knew Esme bought me this.

Rosalie does have a point though, despite how much I hate playing basketball, my body is tone, not overtly, but in a soft way. I look at the way my small breasts swell against the black material. Thank god I finally filled out some.

"Thanks," I say before turning to look at deep red bikini.

Rosalie is by far the prettiest girl I have ever seen. She's curvy in all the right places and years of cheer-leading definitely paid off. She's the very definition of blond bombshell.

"Emmett would go crazy if he saw you in this," I say.

She smirks a little before whipping her phone out.

"Well then, let's get a pic then," she says pouting to the camera.

Her smirk widens as she texts it to him. She tosses her phone back in her bag and grabs a towel.

"Come one, I've been dying to get in that hot tub," she says then walks out with me trailing after her.

Her hips sway in a flirty manner. I'm a little jealous. Rosalie always knew how to be flirtatious, something I could never quite figure out. That's cause you're so freaking awkward. I flex my fingers as we get near the pool. I feel a little exposed.

Rosalie and I slide into the hot tub seconds before Edward walks in. My eyes glue straight to his forming six pack.

Holy.

Mother.

Of.

God.

My eyes slide down the little hairs leading down to the V dipping right under his swimming trunks. Jesus, stop starting before you start drooling. His eyes snap to mine and the tiniest smirk appears.

Heat flood my entire face. Shit. In my embarrassment I look down as he makes his way towards us.

"You two are such pansys," he says standing over us.

"Why on earth would I willingly freeze to death when there's a freaking hot tub," Rosalie says in snide manner.

Edward rolls his eyes.

"Come on Bella, leave little, miss pampered Princess over here. I want to see if I can beat you in a race," he says holding out his hand towards me.

I raise an eyebrow to him.

"Why?" I ask before smiling. "You know you'll just lose."

He fold his arms across his chest.

"Oh is that so," he says before pausing. "How bought this, if you win I'll do the dishes for the next 3 months of visitation. If I win, and I will, you have to rub my feet."

Rosalie crinkles her nose.

"I wouldn't touch your toxic feet with a ten foot pole," she says then turns to me. "I'd just ignore him."

I smile. Can't help it actually. Because he's going to lose. He always loses.

"Well aren't we confident," I say with a smirk.

Rosalie's phone rings from the side. It's probably Emmett. She gets out and practically prances to the phone before running off giggling.

Edward just stares at me with a determined look in his eye.

"OK, you're on, be prepared for sweet defeat," I say and he smiles before I stand up, stepping out of the tub.

Water rolls off my body and Edward's smile immediately falls. He stares at me and I have this need to cover myself but re frame. His wide eyes sweep down my body, as if he's drinking me in. It's shameless and confidence sweeps through me. You're not the only one drooling now.

Wait- the hell! Stop this. Stop thinking things like this. It's not right.

"I uh, I'm, I forgot something," he stammers before running off towards the locker room.

Edward never stammers.

Okay. Well that was, anticlimactic.

After waiting for nearly ten minutes, I finally decide he's not coming back and Rosalie will be on the phone for hours. So I go the girl's locker room, pull on a t-shirt, grab my stuff and make my way back to the room.

When I get inside the lights are off. Dad and Esme must still be out then. I want a cup of hot chocolate but I need a shower first. I open the door and realize the shower is on. The white, nearly shear shower curtain hardly hides anything.

The silhouette of Edward invades my eyes, his moaning sweeps over my body as his hand is gripping himself. I'm stunned, shocked and mesmerized. I should leave. I should turn around, close the door and leave.

But I don't.

My eyes can't stop watching as he strokes himself faster.

Wetness floods my bottoms. And that ache is back. Another moan tumbles from his lips. My fingers itch to touch myself. I clench them instead.

Is this what he's been doing?

His other hand suddenly smacks the porcelain tile as he stokes himself even faster.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he pants.

And goddamn if it's not the most filthiest, sexiest thing I've ever heard escape from his mouth.

His head falls back as his hand slows, stroking himself in long, fluid motions.

Suddenly I close the door quietly, because the last thing I want is him to catch me watching him. Running to my room, I close the door, leaning back against it panting some.

Edward just masturbated. And I'm pretty sure I caused it.

A new wave of wetness floods between my legs and the ache becomes too unbearable. Shit, I need, I need-

I throw myself, stomach down on the bed. My fingers hit that spot that's burning for my touch. The way his fingers slid up and down himself overcome me as I rub myself, my toes curling with the sensation. Images of him in the shower assault my senses. The way his hand stroked up and down, his head hanging back, the sound of his hand hitting the tile, his filthy panting.

Chills run down my spine, my muscles clench up, wetness coating my fingers, a pressure reaches it's apex.

Please, please, please.

I imagine his fingers stroking me, rough and hard, how his mouth would feel on mine and suddenly the damn breaks. I bury my face in the pillow, muffling my cries as my legs spasm, riding out my orgasm on my hand.

My body melts into the bed, boneless and relaxed.

It doesn't last long.

What the hell have I just done. Oh my god. Oh my god. I just- and he-

Shit!

I feel dirty.

I feel ashamed.

Well damn, Bella and Edward getting a little self love. Hope you guys enjoyed that. Happy Friday! Hopefully I did this chapter justice! Have an awesome weekend Everyone! Till tomorrow!