All credit to Stephenie Meyer for creating our fav vampire.

I'm thinking smut in every chapter. Any complaints?

I rolled over and looked at the nifty little black alarm clock I had just purchased a few days ago, after my ancient wind-up one had died. It has about a thousand setting,s but I've only figured out around five. The big red letters blink 4:10 at me. I scowl, pissed off that Edward still wasn't home. Yes, I track his comings and goings like a stalker. I refuse to be ashamed. Don't we all know by now that you have no shame?

Inner bitch needs to shut the hell up and go to sleep. Yes, I am grumpy right now. Edward seems to make me grumpy a lot, lately. What with his sexyness being wasted on random sluts while I am waiting right up here for him, eager and more than ready to accomodate it. That does not make me a happy camper. I would rock his fucking world if he'd let me; thanks to all the deep wisdom Alice has gifted me with. When she first bought me a book entitled "Oral Sex He'll Never Forget", I thought I would die of embarassment. Thankfully, she convinced me that I needed to expand my sexual repetoire from nothing to sex-vixen. if I seriously intended to seduce Edward. I am probably the most hypothetically experienced girl in the state of Washington. Possibly the entire west coast. And all of that knowledge is going to waste.

He has not been making it easy for me. I have mini-orgasms when he so much as smiles at me, while he can watch me prance around half-naked and not even feel the urge to touch me. Sure, he looked. But what does that quantify? Anyone would look. I don't know exactly what I thought he would do, but it was definitely more than just looking at me and telling me to go to sleep. I flop over onto my back and squish a cool pillow over my face. This is just embarassing. I am tempted to hate Edward sometimes. How can he be be so aloof and uncaring with me now? We had been so close to each other. He was my protector and my friend.

I thought back to the night four years ago that had brought Edward into my life, but that had also taken so much from me. This was back when I, Bella Swan used to be a 13 year old brat living a typical, teenage life.

"Bella! Honey, grab my green sweater from the chair next to the dresser before you come down!" My mom is leaning over the banister, precariously planting all of her weight on the old oak railing and shouting up the stairs.

"Mom there's nothing on the chair, are you sure you didn't put it in your handbag or something?" I sighed patiently, knowing my scatter-brained mother probably did just that. I silently counted to three, waiting for her to frantically look for her handbag which I know is hanging at her side and then look through it…one..two…three….

"Oh will you look at that! How did you get in there, mister?" I heard her mutter sheepishly, before she put it right back into the handbag.

I sighed, walking resignedly down the wooden stairs of our cozy 3 bedroom, two story brick house, past Renee. and out the sqeaky door to where Charlie was waiting for us in our ancient red Chevy. I knew this would be a long night. I really just wanted to stay home and talk to Brandon on the phone.

He'd just asked me to be his girlfriend on Friday after weeks of indirect hints and gossip reaching my ears about him thinking I was cute. My friends tell me that it may or may not have been purposely spread by him. I groaned, thinking about sitting through an entire evening at the Cullen house while I could be talking to my spanking new boyfriend. I really don't know how I feel about Brandon. I mean, he's cute and all, but I don't even really know what it means that we're dating. Jennifer, my best friend, convinced me that I need to have a boyfriend if I don't want to be the only loser in our group and really, who wants to be a loser? But instead of being busy not being a loser, here I was, being dragged to some stupid dinner at Dr. Carlisle Cullen's house. They'd invited us there because my dad had done their son Edgar, or Edmund?…I forget what his name is, a favor or something. Anyway, here I am stuck with old people for the rest of the night. I let a groan escape. My dad glances at me and chuckles.

"Bells, I know this isn't all that fun for you but I hear Edward went to Dartmouth to study. Isn't that where you want to go? Maybe you can talk to him about that while we're there."

Oh please, I wish Charlie would stop trying to cheer me up. Talking to creepy men who are like twice my age isn't going to make this night any better. Even if they are smart. We finally reach our destination across town, which turns out to be a giant mansion complete with the pillars and gardens. "Wow." Even I'm slightly impressed, though I recover quickly. Charlie just smirks while my mom sighs at 'the ambience and the design'. So, they're rich. What's so special about that? Rich people don't have souls, everyone knows that. Humph.

We get out of our completely out-of-place Chevy – I pat it sympathetically – and head to the door. Before Charlie can even ring the bell, the door swings open, and the prettiest older lady I've ever seen smiles widely at us and bustles us inside. Before we know it, her equally handsome husband, Dr. Cullen Sr. is seating us in their maginficent living room. Okay, I know I said I wasn't impressed, but their house was ridiculously opulent. They even had the grand staircase and balcony you always see in old movies.

We were seated on their white leather sofa, which looked like it cost as much as our entire house, and drinking refreshments - when he walked in. He was tall - taller than Charlie and Dr. Carlise - and muscular in a lean sort of way. He was wearing a blue shirt and jeans that fit perfectly on him. What was most striking about him though, was his hair. I'd never seen anyone with that exact shade of hair; it wasn't red, or strawberry blond, it was bronze. His back was to me, so I admired his behind, which even I, at 13, knew was admirably fit. Then, he turned around and catching my eye, he smiled at me. I was gone. I, Isabella Marie Swan, just fell in love with a stranger who I have never seen before, and I will never love another man for as long as I exist.

Okay, so that was a little melodramatic. It's a personality trait of mine. Seriously, though, he was the most perfect man I had ever laid eyes on. Nicely done, fate. Get me to fall in love with a guy twice my age and who looks like a demigod. There's no way I could ever be with him. That troubling thought made me frown.

"Hello, my name is Edward. You don't look like you're having much fun. Are my parents boring you?"

I look up and see piercing green eyes looking back down at me. I am starstruck for a minute. Edward, the demigod's name is Edward!

"Edward. Wow." Brilliant. You couldn't come up with anything more idiotic than that? I wince. He just laughs lightly and leans against the wall to my right.

"Yea, it's an old name. Blame those two sitting over there." He points at his parents, who by now are in deep conversation with mine.

"No, it's an amazing name." Woah, my stupid filter is completely wrecked right now. Abort. Abort. Dumbness is showing.

"I don't know about amazing, but it's practically unique in its normality with all the Nevaeh's running around." He smirks. "What's your name?"

I snort. "Isabella Swan, though you can call me Bella."

"A pretty name for a pretty young lady." He smiles at me, and I notice how perfect his teeth are.

"Yea right, I know I don't fit the name. Plenty of people have told me." I roll my eyes.

"They must have vision problems, because they were wrong. I can give them a checkup, if you'd like. I am a doctor." He looks at me intently, making me blush.

I laugh at his offer. Wow, he's good looking and he's witty. "My dad told me you went to Dartmouth. How was it there?" I latch onto a topic guaranteed to keep Mr. demigod talking to me.

"I had a great time studying there, and the facilities are some of the best in the world. Most of the professors were amazingly helpful. Are you thinking about applying there? I can help you out if you are." He smiled widely down at me.

I replied that I was planning on applying there eventually, even though I had not been sure up to this point. We spent the next hour discussing random subjects like movies and music, while our parents continued discussing whatever it is that old people talk about. Then, he had to leave because he was speaking at a medical seminar. Before he left, he apologized for leaving me alone as the only person under 40, and said he hoped I wasn't bored anymore. I just beamed up at him like and idiot and nodded my head. I was completely in love with this man who was not only smart and successful, but who would spend over an hour trying to make a 13 –year old girl feel comfortable in his high society world.

As we drove back home that night, my parents gushed about the Cullens. This time, however, I just smiled at their banter.

"Edward is the youngest CEO in the entire country. That young man is just something else." My mom exclaimed, leaning her head against my dad's shoulder. I silently agreed: he was was something amazing.

"Dr. Cullen turned out be a an old friend." Charlie said, kissing mom's forehead. "I didn't remember that he knows my dad. Isn't it amazing that he remembers me even though we only saw each other about five times back then?"

"What a nice family." My mom agreed, sighing. "You'd never guess how powerful they were from how they act. Esme even gave me some family recipes that I can't wait to try out."

"Oh no, mom. Please no more experiments!" I begged, making Charlie laugh. My mom glared at him, making him turn his laugh into a cough.

Suddenly, I heard a loud screech, and horns blaring. Lights were coming right at us. I turned my head towards the sight, but before I could yell or scream, the entire world turned upside down. I felt excruciating pain everywhere, right before everything went dark.

When I woke up, my whole world had turned into a nightmare. Both Charlie and Renee were dead. Some drunken asshole had driven onto the wrong side of the road and overturned our Chevy. They told me it was quick and painless for them, but I knew better. I remembered the excruciating pain I had felt before I passed out, and I knew my parents had probably felt worse. I was filled with deep anger and a hopelessness. I had suddenly gone from having a family who loved me to being completely alone in the world. I didn't even care that I was alive, I just wanted to die so I didn't have to live without my parents.

They told me I would have to stay in the hospital for a month. I had broken most of the bones in my legs and fractured or broken all of my ribs, so I was in a full body cast. I didn't care. I was catotonic in my grief. I found out that Edward was my doctor. He would come in every single day, even on his days off, and talk to me. Even when I didn't answer, he would bring me the food that Esme cooked for me and just sit by my side as I ate. Dr. Cullen Sr. and Esme would also come visit me. They took care of me like my own parents would have. They told me they wanted to adopt me and I just shrugged them off. What did I care now? Edward finally got me to snap out of my depression when he told me that Carlisle and Esme had both died in a plane crash on their way home from negotiating my adoption with my drug-addict grandfather. I had finally gotten out of my cast that week, and on hearing that news, I remember just snapping out of my own selfish depression and running into his arms. I held onto him for hours, my fingers clenched in his white shirt. All of the feelings I had bottled up inside came tumbling out as he held onto me, as well. His tears mingled with mine as we both let our grief flow out from our hearts. I shook with the violence of my sobs, and Edward just held me tighter. He told me he had taken guardianship of me, and that we would be each other's family now. He became the rock in my life, the only reason I made it through my parents deaths alive.

I feel something cold running down my cheek, and I suddenly realize that I'm crying at these memories. I wipe my face on my pillow and throw my comforter off. I need to talk to Alice right now. She always cheers me up. Remembering how Edward took care of me when I needed him reminds me why I love him so much. I need to know what the next step of my plan is, so he can be the one sitting up with me at 5 in the morning, cheering me up, instead of Alice. I turn on my bedside lamp and pull out my blackberry from the top drawer. Yes, I'm a blackberry addict. I'm clumsy so I can never use touch screen. Ever. I also secretly love the click-clacking of the keyboard. I feel inordinate satisfaction from the feel of said click-clacking as I text Alice.

To: Alice (Mobile)

Nov 8, 2010 5:34:43 AM

Alice, are you up? I need to talk to you!

I wait about 10 minutes, and get no reply. That's strange, Alice usually works at night so she always reponds in under a minute. I hit the call button and wait as the phone rings. I hear the phone connect and suddenly, the weirdest noises I've ever heard start blaring out from the phone.

"Aaannnnnggg….Ooooooh Yeaaaaahhh Mr. Whitlock, do it faster!"

My face burns as I quickly hang up. I know for a fact that Alice isn't sleeping with Mr. Whitlock, as he happens to be our history teacher. It looks like my best friend is just as sexually frustrated as I am. Except that she's taking care of business while I just sit around moping.

Hmm….I haven't opened that bunny Alice made me buy yet. I blush fiercely. I know why I haven't used it yet – I was hoping that the real thing would be occupying it's place tonight. I reach down into the bottom drawer of my bedside table and withdraw the plastic package. I battle a little with the packaging: ripping and tearing with purpose, before it frees the bright pink, 7 inch long, plastic dong. I have no idea where to even start with this, so I read the outside of the packaging.

Product Features

New patent pending "Rhythm Motor" with 90 incredible synchronized rotating pleasure beads

7 functions of vibration, pulsation, and escalation

New "hot button" for random function selection

3 speeds of shaft rotation

Over 21 different patterns of shaft rotation and clitoral functions

Okay, so that's intimidating. I look at the vibrator with fear, like it had just threatened to attack my vagina or something. I take a deep breath and press the 'on' button. HOLY SHIT! The whole thing starts to waggle around in my hand. It looks like a huge, fat, bright pink, hotdog that's having a seizure. Is this supposed to be a turn-on? You're the one who wanted to be a sex-vixen, so suck it up. Inner bitch is right, though it pains me to admit it.

I close my eyes and lay back on my pillows. I set the waggling pink man-dick down beside me, and reach back over to pull down my panties. Throwing them aside, I wiggle around to get comfortable. Maybe if I picture it's Edward, this will go easier. I close my eyes and spread my legs. I imagine Edward is standing in my room, watching me as I spread my thighs apart for him. I spread them even wider so that my cami rides up to my waist, baring my nakedness to his eyes. They glitter in the dim light as they take in my bare pussy. (Thanks to Brazilians and their painful waxing.) I take the vibrator in my hand and bring it to my slit. The vibration feels amazing against the outside of my labia. I run the head of the vibrator in between my folds, surprised at how wet I've gotten at just the thought of him watching me. In my mind, he stalks over to the bed, where I am teasing him by running my fingers down to my clit and rubbing it with my thumb while I spread myself open with my other fingers.

"You've been teasing me endlessly, Bella." He growls down at me, his jaw clenched.

He grabs my legs and hauls me to the edge of the bed, and runs his hands down my thighs. He spreads my legs apart and moves in between them, bringing my slit in contact with his hard shaft. I can't help thrusting my hips up against him, wanting to feel it more tightly against my entrance. I whimper as I feel his hardness rubbing against the length of my womanhood. He is huge.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't ever forget the feeling of my cock inside of you." He rasps, as he thrusts harder against my pussy. I feel the head of his shaft against my core with just the thin barrier of his clothes between us.

"Ohh please, Edward, do it!" I encourage. The thought of his manhood inside of me makes my inner muscles clench.

"You won't get my cock that easily." He shifts away and kneels down in front of my spread thighs. "First, I'm going to make you beg for it."

My heart stops and my whole body shudders as he leans forward and takes a long lick of my folds. "You are so fucking wet, Bella." He growls, as he looks up at me from between my thighs. "Tell me who your pussy is wet for." He looks so authorotative, and demanding.

"You! It's that fucking wet for you, Edward! Pleasee…..!" I beg him shamelessly.

"Please what? Do you want me to fuck you, Bella? Tell me what you want now, because I'm going to be inside you all night. I'm going to own this pussy." He runs two fingers from my clit to my entrance and thrusts them in.

"Ahhhhnngghh! Fuck me! Please Edward …Please!"

By now I'm on the verge of coming, even though I'm just running the head of the vibrator over my clit.

He throws my right leg over his shoulder, squeezes my ass with his other hand, and bends back down to lick and suck on my clit. He runs his tounge around and around the little nub while his lips are using suction on it to drive me crazy. He dips down and thrusts his tounge into my entrance, fucking me with it. He laps at my pussy from bottom to top a few times, and then attacks my clit again. By this time, I have both my hands clamped in his hair, holding his head to me in a deathgrip. He doesn't seem to mind though.

"Come for me baby. Come for me, so I can feel it around my cock when I fuck your tight little pussy." I feel his words vibrating against my clit, followed by a little bite and then a long lick of his tounge. And I'm gone.

"Ohhhhhh! EDWARD! MMMMMMMHHHMmmm!"

EPOV

The door slams behind me as I loosen my tie. This has been a long, excruciating night for me. I carefully climb the stairs; consciously making as little noise as possible when what I really want to do it slam my head against the walls and give myself a concussion. My self-disgust is like acid, burning in my chest. I run my hand down my face, relieved that the solitude of my bedroom awaits me upstairs. Where she awaits as well. I grimace, angry at myself for even thinking about her, when she is the reason behind my bad mood. What demon had possessed me when I assigned her a room on the same floor as mine? I shake my head, resigned to the torture of being near Bella.

I am halfway up the staircase when the images assault my mind.

I am kneeling on my knees, in front of a pair of legs that are about a mile long. The owner of those legs has one of her feet thrown over my shoulder. I am holding her legs spread wide open and one of my palms is cradling a perfect round ass: An ass that I'd know anywhere. Only the top half of my face is visible, because my mouth is busy licking and sucking on….FUCK. I stop climbing, close my eyes, and focus on retaining my slipping control.

"Ohhhhhh! EDWARD! MMMMMMMHHHMmmm!" I hear the screams float down from above right before the scent of her arousal hits me.

Before I know what I am doing, I am already at the top of the stairs. I catch sight of my face in a mirror against the wall, and I note that the expression on my face looks insane. How fitting. She has finally driven me insane.

Ooooh, cliffhanger. Sorry for cockblocking you all. *runs away and hides*

Please review and let me know what you like and what you don't like. :) Most people should have figured Edward out by now. Well, one thing about Edward. ;)

FYI, I actually got the product description of the bunny off of amazon. If you want to see what it looks like, here you go:

www (dot) amazon (dot) com/California-Exotic-Novelties-Rhythm-Bounding/dp/B003CYL0KU/ref=sr_1_22?s=hpc&ie=UTF8&qid=1289259053&sr=1-22

*hint: you put actual dots in where it says (dot) . Just making sure... :p