9. Casual Sex?

BPOV

Selfish bastard. Disgusting piece of shit. Arrogant ass hole. Stupid jerk. But more importantly, stupid, stupid me.

How could I believe everything he said? "Bella, I need a place to stay for a few days". My ass. More like, I need a piece of ass to fuck for a few days. Not even a few days. A few hours, was more like it. He left on Friday evening, while I was in the shower. No note, no message, nothing. And I had missed an entire day at work unnecessarily.

Leah called me into her office early Monday morning and blasted me. Somehow thinking of a flimsy excuse, I gathered my pieces and ran out. I was sure that I was an inch close to being fired any moment.

I was now sitting at my desk, imagining situations where I would tell him to shrivel up and die. Better still, cause his man parts severe damage. I could squash his balls under the black stilettos I got as a gift on my last birthday. At least, they would come out of their packaging. Sighing, I banged my head on the table. It wasn't his fault entirely. I had been all too willing to be seduced by him. No wonder girls flocked to him. Who could resist such temptation? I knew that if he came back, I would succumb again. I needed to learn how to draw some boundaries. And there was only one person who could help me.

I sat at the table, drinking my iced tea when she plopped into my opposite seat.

"You have ten minutes. I have a dozen things to do today. Just give me the bulletin on what's wrong and we can fix it later," said Rosalie, while busily tapping her phone.

"Okay, I don't know how to say this, so I'm just gonna say it." Taking a deep breath, I said in a rush, "I need to learn how to be a fuck-buddy."

Rosalie paused and looked up. "Are you offering? I would, honey, but I'm going steady with Royce right now."

I made a face. "I'm serious. I… I had sex with someone-"

She screamed, "You had sex?"

"Sshhh… calm down. People are staring," I said, mortified.

"You actually did it?"

I nodded.

"Yay! I'm so happy for you!" Throwing her phone on the table she leaned forward conspiratorially. "Finally! Who's the guy? I didn't know you met someone."

"I did. And… we're sort of… doing it."

"Sort of doing it? What does that mean? Bella, did he stick his dick in you or no?"

A pair of old women sitting at the next table frowned at us. "Rosalie! Will you tone it down?" I asked covering my face partly with my hand.

"Oh please, our conversation is the only sex they'll be getting this month," she said nodding towards them. "So you were saying?"

I exhaled. "Yes, I had sex with him… and he…well, we want it to be a sex-only thing. I need to know how to keep it that way."

Rosalie blinked and picked up her phone. "Cancel all my appointments for the next hour," she barked into the phone, and threw it aside again.

"I can't be here for a whole hour! I have to go and start kissing Leah's ass in a bit. I missed work on Friday because of him."

"You're missing work to fuck a guy? Jesus, who are you and what have you done with our Bella?"

I rolled my eyes. "I guess this is the new Bella."

"Clearly." Rosalie smiled at me proudly. "I'm so glad that whoever-he-is fucked you as good as he did. But, to continue doing that you need to learn some things fast."

"I guess I can find some excuse for being half hour late. Are you sure? I don't want to keep you from anything important-"

"Bella, my virgin best friend screwed a guy, wants to be his fuck buddy now and is seeking my expertise. I think this warrants attention. Now, let's start at the beginning. Who the hell is this guy and where did you meet him?"

I paused, unwilling to disclose Edward's identity. So I lied. "It's just some guy I met at a bar."

"You were at a bar? Are you kidding me? When have you ever gone to bar by yourself?"

"I went with Char," I replied, spinning my web of lies randomly.

"You went partying with Char without telling me? You bitches. When was this?"

I should have known Rosalie would want all the details. I hadn't even prepared a good story. "I know you want to know all the specifics but can we please just leave them out until later. I'll tell you the whole story when I can, but right now, I just need some tips."

Rosalie pouted. Rosalie never pouts. It seemed that the story of my first time was as exciting to her as a latest sex tape of a hot Hollywood starlet. I wondered how she would react if she knew it was Edward Cuilinn. "But, you'll tell me everything later right?"

I nodded. Of course, later could even mean when we were in our seventies and reminiscing about our wild youth.

"Alright, first things first. How many times did you do it?"

"Umm… a couple. Why?"

"Just answer the questions," she commanded, like a doctor diagnosing a patient. "Who initiated it the first time?"

"I did… no wait, he did… or was it me? Actually, it was both of us. We just sort of mashed together."

"Do you fuck him at your place or his?"

"Mine. Whenever he comes over, we do it."

"You mean he comes over whenever he wants to do it," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Uhh… yeah. I guess," I acquiesced, shamefully realizing it for the first time.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," Rosalie said, shaking her head. "That's quite a sad situation you have going on there. But, it can still be salvaged. First, you have to stop being the innocent virgin. You are not one anymore, and you need to buckle up. Be the one in command. He can't just waltz in whenever he wants to and use you as his private sex doll! You are a-"

"You're making it sound horrible. He doesn't use me. I enjoy having sex with him too, you know. Being with him is the most alive and amazing I've felt in my life."

Rosalie rested her head on her palm and asked, smiling, "Is the sex that amazing? Is his penis size alright?"

I sighed. "Yes, the sex is… not that I have anything to compare it too… but, it's mind-blowing. And his penis is more than alright. It's fucktastic."

"Ooh…Bella's swearing. It must be good then. How's his girth by the way? That's also very important you know, especially if you wanna do anal-"

"Ohkay," I said laughing, "let's get back to the topic, shall we? So you were saying I should be in control? How do I do that?"

Rosalie smiled wickedly and started spewing her wisdom. By the end of our lunch, I could write a book titled 'Fuck-buddy for Dummies'. Come to think of it, maybe I should. I could be a millionaire under a month.

As we got in the lift to go back to our respective floors, Rosalie asked me suddenly, "I thought you'd wait till you got married or something. What changed your mind?"

"I was just waiting for the right guy, not marriage."

"And you think this was the right guy?"

I replied in a beat. "Without a doubt. When he touches me, it's… it's like… it's just too good to be true."

"Oh, honey. They usually are," she replied, rolling her eyes.

Rosalie had a five-point plan for me.

1. Never talk about personal stuff or each others lives.

2. No nicknames or gifts of any kind, other than sexual.

3. Don't learn present or past love history.

4. Don't show any feelings other than sexual.

5. And most importantly, follow all the above rules at all times.

I thought it was a piece of cake. It would help me maintain my sanity and sex life at the same time. Otherwise, it seemed very easy to get blown away in the Edward Cuilinn storm.

But, it seemed all my preparation had been in vain. Edward never came back. I told myself it was for the best. After all, I didn't want to get involved in such a messed up situation. But my body had other ideas. It was craving his touch, and the rush it felt to be with him. It had been four weeks since our last encounter and I felt like a drug addict deprived of my brand of heroin. Now I understood what withdrawal must feel like.

By the fifth week, I was furious. I was mad at Edward for not coming back… at myself for wanting that jerk to… and at God, for throwing us together in the first place. It was in these thoughts that I stomped towards my apartment after a particularly grueling day of work.

When I found a light in my bedroom, my heart nearly stilled. I was sure I had switched it off the previous night before sleeping. I knew I shouldn't have gone inside. I should have stepped away quietly and called the police, or in the least, the super. But of course, my brain never responded normally when I needed it to. So, with a morbid curiosity, I stepped inside quietly.

My heart gave a quick start. Edward was sleeping on the bed with a half open book beside him. I'd never seen him look so peaceful. Breaking and entering must really calm his mind, I thought sarcastically. After seeing him rest so comfortably on my bed, all my earlier frustrations seemed to evaporate. Somehow, I couldn't bring myself to be angry at him for forcing himself into my home. Slowly, I moved around to see which book he was reading. It was my worn out copy of Gone With the Wind. I was re-reading it these days to take my mind off all things Edward. Unfortunately, there seemed to be no respite for me as the more I read it, the more I identified with Scarlett's pining for Ashley. Previously, it seemed bizarre to me that one woman could marry three men and still be in love with another man. But now, it seemed that if that person could be as addictive as Edward, it could so easily be true.

I shook my head and resolved never to fall into that position. Rosalie's plan was still fresh in my mind and I planned on seeing it through.

Edward stirred and opened his eyes. Noticing me beside him, he blinked and bolted upright. "Hey," he said softly.

"Hi. Good nap?"

"Yeah… I was just reading this book. Dunno when I fell asleep," he replied, shaking himself out of his slumber. "Anyway, so how've you been?"

I stared at him for his casualness. How've I been? Frustrated, irritated, angry, mortified, shameful, desperate… but most of all angry. I decided to play along and replied coolly, "Fine. You?"

He shrugged in reply. "Umm… I had to leave suddenly last time. Sorry about that. There was uh…there was a problem with-"

"Oh, that's fine. Don't worry about it," I said, dismissing his speech with a wave of my hand.

He looked surprised for a moment. "Really?"

"Of course. I don't need to hear all the details. Why should I? It shouldn't really matter to me… and it doesn't. I'm just doing great not knowing. Don't worry about me," I replied rolling my eyes.

"Are you okay? You're acting a little strange."

I gave him my best smile and replied, "I'm great! Super fine, actually."

Smiling at me quizzically, he said, "Come here," bringing my head closer.

Pulling my bottom lip with his teeth, he sucked it hard. He ran his hands down my sides slowly, exploring every curve of my body. I pushed my hands into his hair and purred as I felt the silky familiarity. Giving it a slight tug, I pushed myself against him. He pulled back with a shaky exhale before resuming with vigor. Pushing me on my back, he climbed on top of me and threw one leg over his side. I immediately felt his bulge grinding against my moist center and lost all thought. I was blinded by my need for him and craved his fullness inside my body, filling me inch by inch, and thrusting me over into oblivion as we both cried out in release. He began to pull down my panties and paused for a moment when he saw they were white and lacy. Of course he would be surprised. In all the times he had the chance to see my underwear, they were always plain and ordinary. Today being laundry day, I had nothing else to wear. So, I pulled out another one of Rose's generous gifts. Rose! The Plan!

"Hold on," I whispered, pushing his chest and trying to move him off of me.

"What's wrong?" He stopped frisking me but didn't budge at all.

"I need to talk to you about something. About us, actually."

He frowned, looking curious and… resigned? "About us? Now?"

I nodded.

"Okay," he replied, finally moving to my side.

I copied his position and faced him on my side as well. "I think what we're doing here… the… the… umm… sex… I think we should restrict ourselves only to that."

"Oh-kay?" He was still frowning.

"I mean I don't want any expectations or strings attached. Just sex."

He looked really surprised before asking, "Are you sure?"

I took a deep breath and nodded slowly.

He laughed and gave me a big, dazzling smile. He seemed to be really relieved… the bastard! "Okay. Is that all?"

Without waiting for a reply he started kissing me again. I pulled myself apart from him and said, "Wait, wait! I also have a plan. It's got a few rules that I think we should -"

He put his finger to my lips and murmured, "We can discuss it all you want later. Right now, I simply need to feast on you."

And then he proceeded to do exactly just that.

It was well into midnight before we finally satiated ourselves. Sexually, that is.

"Aren't you hungry? I'm starving! How do you feel about pizza?"

"Pizza sounds great," he replied smiling.

"Great! Margherita with extra cheese or Margherita with extra cheese?"

He laughed. "I'll think I'll go with Margherita with extra cheese."

"Mmm… my kinda man. I like it." I grinned.

After dinner, I was clearing out the remains, when Edward asked if I wanted to watch a movie. Translation: make out in front of the TV.

"I'm sorry. It's already past two and I need to be early at work tomorrow morning. Maybe, next time."

Sliding his hands around my waist, he pulled me up against his body. Skimming his nose over my collarbones, he murmured, "You can take a day off tomorrow."

"No, I can't. I already did that last time and got into a lot of trouble."

"Are you sure? We could lie in bed all day and do this," he breathed, biting my hard nipples through the shirt.

I quickly through my arms around him and pulled at his hair, to pull or push, I didn't know. "Edward," I whispered, "I can't keep ditching work every time you show up. I'll get fired in a minute." Though I was telling him no, my hands kept crushing his head against my breasts.

"No, you won't," he muttered, "you're far too beautiful to be fired."

I was beginning to let myself swept away in the Edward Cuilinn wave, when my sub conscious spoke up. You're not the beautiful one. You're cute. Beautiful was what you would call someone like… Rose. Rose! Her plan! He was saying all those things just so I would give in to his demands.

"Unless my boss is a lesbian, I'll be fired by lunchtime tomorrow," I stated finally managing to push him away with great effort. "I need to go to bed now-"

"Great!" he said beaming, and taking a step towards me.

"-to sleep. My job is already hanging by the thread."

"So get a new job," he shrugged and resumed kissing my neck.

I scoffed. "Of course, that's very simple for you to say. But no, thank you. Although, if I don't get a call back from Graham Pierce soon, I might end up having to do just that."

He stilled his hands and pulled back to look at me. "Graham Pierce? The novelist?"

"The same one. You've heard of him?"

"Vaguely. What has he got to do with your job?"

"Everything. He's a writer and I'm in publishing. Although, I think must already know this. After all, you must have gotten my details before getting forcing yourself in my house," I said, dryly.

He gave me a swift, proud smile before asking, "Do you need to speak with him?"

"Desperately. That asshole refused to meet with me after I flew out to fucking L.A. last month. And waiting for almost an hour!"

"What?" There was an edge to his voice. "Is that true?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I've been trying to get a hold of him ever since. Stupid jerk might actually end up getting me fired. And I know Leah's just waiting to pounce on the first chance she gets."

He nodded, deep in thought.

"Anyway, so as I was saying. I need to sleep. You're welcome to stay if you like."

He looked at me for a moment before replying, "No, you go ahead. I'll head out. Got a couple of things to do. I should be back day after. You have the weekend free, right?"

I nodded immediately, before remembering to act cool. "Sure," I said in what I hoped was an offhandish way.

He smiled. "Good. See you then. Goodnight!"

Trying to squelch the disappointment running through me at his departure, I climbed into bed, determined not to care. The last thing I noted before giving in to exhaustion was that he did not kiss me goodbye.

Author's Note:- So, my good friend Thaigher Lillie pointed out last time that these kids were having lots of unprotected sex. I'd like to let everyone know that that's not the case. It's just that dumb me forgot that condoms should be clearly mentioned every time I describe their sexual act. Anyway, I'll keep that in mind from now on. But, kindly know that they were smart about protection all this while, and will be in the future also.

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