I don't own Twilight. If I did, we'd have read about sparkly peen.

Chapter 8

XXX Good Times XXX

"Hi Bella, come in. You look great." Jasper grinned at me when he opened the door to their immaculate penthouse apartment he shares with Alice.

"Hey, Jazz. You look pretty snazzy yourself." I smiled at him as I walked through the door.

Following him into the living room, I could hear several distinct voices. Alice was blabbering about something that happened at Starbucks yesterday morning and Emmett was making lewd comments about some YouTube video he had seen this afternoon.

"Everybody else is already here." Jasper knowingly seared his blue-gray eyes into my own. Wait, did he know about me and Edward? Had Edward told him? Am I going crazy?

Yes. Yes, you are.

If Alice knows, than Jazz knows. And Alice surely knows something. Stupid social network letting everyone know how many friends we have in common. I hate Facebook.

No you don't.

I cleared my throat and glared at him. "Jazz, who's everybody else? You're not setting me up again, are you?"

He chuckled but didn't answer my question as he led me to the living room. Everybody stopped talking and turned towards us. Edward and I made eye contact and I swear his eyes lit up. Or maybe it was just my imagination. Yeah, that sounds better, I imagined the whole thing. Who knows, but we did have a moment. I'm certain of it- I think.

Jazz wiggled his eyebrows mischievously. "No, I think I'll leave that up to you."

I gaped at him for a moment before waving to the group as Alice stood up from her seat and ran to me. "Bella," she sang, bringing me into a hug, "You know Emmett and Rose, of course," I nodded and smiled, truly happy that they had mended their relationship. At least something good came of that blind date with Emmett. "And of course, you remember my cousin, Edward." She nodded towards her cousin who stood up, smirked at me and extended his hand.

I took it and bit my lip, trying to distract me from saying the wrong thing. "Hi, Edward. Nice to see you again." I looked over at Alice whose face looked like the cat who ate the canary. Yeah, pixie knew something.

Of course she did. Never bet against Alice.

I knew it.

Shut up.

"Nice to see you too, Bella." He smiled and gave my hand a light squeeze.

The feeling of my hand in his along with his scent was like being home- warmth, wrapped up in sunshine and rainbows. The same tingling sensation that I had felt when we had shaken hands at his wedding was currently there on my hand and making its way up my arm and throughout my body. Our eyes met and I felt a smile creeping up my lips, mirroring his. My breathing stopped as I relished in the sensation of us together.

That is, until Emmett cleared his throat. "Well, seems everyone's here. Can we play Spin the Bottle?" It was his turn to wiggle his eyebrows at us. He winked at Edward and gave me a smile so wide I thought his face would explode. I just hoped his face wouldn't freeze that way. That shit was scary.

I let go of Edward's hand and we both started laughing at Emmett's game request.

Edward gave Emmett the side eye and nodded towards Alice. "Emmett, I'm not kissing my cousin, you ass."

"And I'm not kissing you there, Buddy." Jasper shook his head and gave Emmett a knowing look.

Emmett grinned. "Come on, Jazzy, you know you want me." When he started making kissing noises towards Jazz, we all cracked up.

"Oh, good God, Em, that's so fucked up, even for you." Rose shook her head and slapped Emmett's arm playfully.

"Oh, come on, Rosie, you know you want to watch. You kinky little minx you." Emmett wagged his eyebrows suggestively at Rose, making the rest of us laugh even more.

Tears were streaming down my face and my side hurt from laughing so much.

"Good God, Emmett, that's disturbing." I said through snorts and giggles.

I looked towards Edward who was looking at me and we both smiled at each other. The more we stared at each other, the more we smiled. It turned into a chuckle and pretty soon, we were the only two in the room giggling and wiping tears from our eyes while our four friends sat around and just stared at the two of us, eyes furrowed and bemused.

"Well, I'd be happy to smoke whatever Bella and Edward have been smoking." Rose glared at Edward and I. "You two wish to tell us what's so damn funny?" She then raised an eyebrow. Bitchbrow. Whatever, Rose was scary and I was afraid I'd crack under her bitch-face glare.

I giggled and rolled my eyes as Edward winked at me and cleared his throat. "It feels nice to be around friends like this." He smiled at his cousin appreciatively. "Thank you, Allie, for everything. This is great. All of you are great." He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I really fucking missed this." He smiled again. Genuine and sweet. I was in heaven.

"Ok, Edward, are you going to go all emo on us.'Cause seriously, dude, I don't think I can handle that." Emmett deadpanned.

Edward turned to glare at his friend. "I was never emo."

Emmett's face lost all trace of playfulness and took on a more serious almost somber tone. "I know, and I can't help but wonder when it'll all catch up to you. I haven't seen you this happy in, well, I haven't seen you this happy in a long time. I like it." He cleared his throat. "I've missed my best friend."

Jazz piped in, "Emmett, are you going pussy on us now?"

"Fuck you, Jazz, I'm serious. Eddie here hasn't been out with us in ages. I can't help but wonder when we'll lose him again." Emmett leaned back in his seat and put his arm around Rose. The feeling in the room grew kind of uncomfortable as we all looked at each other and then to Edward for a response.

His face was still and contemplative as he stared has his intertwined fingers. When he looked up, his eyes met mine and what I saw staring back at me weren't the eyes of someone who was hurt, even if he might have been at one point; but the eyes of someone trying to mend himself.

"I'm serious when I said that I was happy with my current situation." He looked in my direction, "Tanya did me a favor. I wouldn't have been happy with her. I don't think I ever was. Alice had been on my ass for years about leaving Tanya but I just couldn't do that to her. In all honesty, she wasn't that bad towards me." He sucked his lower lip into his mouth and bit it before adding, "Well, not to my face anyways."

Rose stood up abruptly, "Ok, you guys," she pointed to Edward and Emmett, "are seriously putting a damper on this night. I wanted to celebrate not having to hang around Tanya anymore." She lifted her drink in the air and gave Edward a sweet smile. "To Edward moving on to bigger and better things." She then clanged her glass against Edward's beer bottle in a celebratory fashion and sat back down by Emmett's side when we all cheered "To bigger and better things." And just like that, Rose had steered our evening back on track.

I met Edward's gaze and gave him a shy smile. After his little speech I felt a lot better, at least I knew for certain that what he had been telling me on-line was true: it hadn't been a very long separation, but he was over her.

"So tonight I think the six of us should chill out a bit. How about we stay here and play a game of cards or something fun?" Alice bounced around her apartment bringing an assortment of Milton Bradley board games into the living room.

Apparently she had already decided that we were staying in. Honestly, I didn't mind, as long as I was with Edward and could get to know him a bit better, who was I to argue. And really, these friends of ours wouldn't have cared if we would've run off together. Maybe we could've gone to search for my missing "O". I'm certain that Edward could've helped me find it. Maybe it was in Alice's guest bedroom? I'd have to check that out later.

"How about Twister?" Alice held up the box and smiled a little too cheerfully.

Emmett shook his head and stared her down. "No, I am not that bendy, Alice. Not. Going. To. Happen."

Rose put her hand on his bicep, which was quite the sight to see by the way, and asked in a teasing tone; "What's the matter, baby? Don't you want to see me bent like a pretzel?"

"I'd love to see you bend like a pretzel, Rosie, I just can't imagine the pain of me bending like that." He shook his head vehemently, "Next."

Alice sighed and pulled out another game. "How about this one?" She wiggled her eyebrows at the rest of us, no doubt surveying the room for anyone to veto her choice. I hadn't played Pictionary in years but it was better than Twister, although I might not have hated Spin the Bottle so much.

"That's an old one. I haven't played that since Nana's Christmas parties when we were about twelve." Edward's eyes twinkled with excitement surveying the box that clearly brought up old but good memories.

Seeing his face like that, excited and hopeful, gave me hope that maybe someday, hopefully not too far ahead, he could actually, maybe help me find that "O".

Is that "O" all you ever think about?

Yes. Maybe. Definitely.

"What are we playing again?" I think I was staring at Edward's lips as they explained the rules of the game to the rest of us. I'm not sure but I know I missed some crucial details during my inner monologue.

"Pictionary, Bella, focus and stop staring at Edward." Rose smirked at me, "we're playing girls against boys."

I felt my face become heated and knew right away that I was probably about five shades redder than any tomato I had ever seen. "I wasn't-" I started explaining. What exactly, I had no idea but Jazz cut me off before I could even come up with a plausible answer.

"Yeah, you were practically undressing him with your eyes there, sweetheart."

Edward's ears burned with a tinge of red at the ends. At least I wasn't the only one who could easily blush.

"Aww, Jazzy," Alice giggled, "don't embarrass Bella like that. Now go get her a beer, I have a feeling she's going to need it if we want to kick the boys' asses." Bitch. I glared at her. She winked at me. I wanted to die.

But not before finding your "O".

Of course not.

I rolled my eyes at my inner thoughts, "Fuck." Alice was trying to get me drunk, and lord knows she'd probably succeed. A drunk Bella is a clingy Bella. Wonderful.

XOXOXOXO

We setup the game in the living room with the boys all lined up on the sofa and the girls sharing a space on the love-seat and one lone chair borrowed from the kitchen. Alice took out the antiquated rule book and proceeded to explain them to us. I figured I probably would forget any rules at some anyways since I was already on my second beer in a half hour.

We started off with the boys going up first. Emmett stumbled around and drew something that could have been, well, it could have been a crap load of things. The boy was no Picasso. He was gesturing to the scribbles and looking like a complete fool while his teammates unsuccessfully shot out guess after guess but to no avail. After their time was up, I noticed that Rose held a certain gleam in her eye. There was no way she knew what the squiggly thing with pointed ears was. But she won the round for us with a simple word: starfish. How she figured that out was beyond me.

Whatever. I swallowed my beer a little faster, anticipating my turn.

Clutching the smelly black marker in my hand, I reached into the bowl full of random words and phrases hoping to get something easy. Unfortunately for me, that never happens. Nothing is ever easy for Isabella Swan, including a drunken game of Pictionary.

"Seriously?" I huffed and rolled my eyes while shoving the tiny piece of paper in my pocket. I gathered my wits and stood up in front of my friends. Alice reached for the hourglass and motioned for me to start. Smiling and biting my bottom lip, I started drawing. I'm not too bad usually but this thing I had to draw was very hard to imagine in my beer induced haze. I had no idea who had put it into the bowl but I wanted to shoot whoever did.

"Empire State Building" Was Alice's first guess followed by Rose's "Shotgun" I giggled and kept emphasizing the edge of the doodle, hoping either of them would get it. After several failed attempts, like Washington Monument and beer bong, thankfully, my time was up.

The boys huddled together in a show of male superiority, and then Emmett grinned, showing me those dimples I loved so much and said "Sparkly Peen".

I glared at him, "Seriously, Emmett, what the hell is a sparkly peen?"

Emmett chuckled, "Damned if I know, ask Rose."

"You know, Bella, it's what they call that sparkly vampire's dick from those vampire movies." She rolled her eyes at me like it was common knowledge and took another gulp from her drink. Apparently I was supposed to know that.

I was so far out of the loop, "I don't remember any dicks being discussed in those books." I frowned and took out the piece of paper from my pocket.

Rose slapped my thigh playfully, "It's not in the book, silly Bella, its the fan-fiction I read from time to time. It's pretty dirty. You'd love it." Rose was pretty plastered at that point so I let her touching me pass but figured I'd enjoy this version of her better than the bitch-brow wearing scary version I was used to.

Huffing, I pointed to the board, "Oh my God, you people are so perverted. Nail-" I pointed to what I thought looked like a nail, in hindsight I guess it could have been a dick, "-polish" I pointed to the line with the little stars around it thinking it looked like something being polished. Apparently it looked like something sparkly.

I never called myself Picasso either, did I?

Anyways, Edward's turn was next at the podium. As I handed him the marker, our skin touched slightly sending some of those delicious tingles up my arm and straight to my vajayjay. My breath caught in my throat as I looked up to see his face, which held a smile mirroring my own. I knew at that moment that he had felt it too.

"Take it easy on those guys, they kind of suck at this." I said as I took my seat next to Alice.

Edward picked a piece of paper out of the bowl and giggled for a few seconds before tucking it away in his pocket. I think he was trying to throw us off of our game, but it didn't work because my eyes were glued on his pretty face. He could've drawn pretty much anything and I probably would've missed it.

Finally, after what must've been seconds but felt like hours, Alice turned the hourglass and motioned for him to start.

As soon as he drew the smiley face and the book, I knew for sure what he had picked and why his face looked like it did when he read what was on the piece of paper.

I smirked and drank more of my beer, keeping my mouth busy from blurting out what the answer was.

Jazz looked perplexed, his answers were smooth, calculated but oh so wrong.

Emmett kept throwing out some weird sexual nonsensical innuendos like Playboy, Word Porn and Happy Ending.

Then, when Edward drew a computer screen and Emmett shot out "Cybersex" I ended up almost chocking on my sip of beer, laughing so hard, I thought I would die.

I looked at my two teammates, Rose was leaning back on the love-seat with her eyebrows knitted together and her fourth drink in her hand, she clearly had no clue. Alice had a similar quizzical look on her face that clearly meant she also didn't have a clue. Wonderful. I was drunk and apparently the support for this team of ours.

The hourglass dwindled down and Alice said their time was up. Emmett sat back on the couch with a big smile on his face while Jazz was quieter, scowling at the sketch that Edward had drawn.

Our team huddled together, as I suspected, my girls had no clue as to what Edward had drawn.

"Facebook, oh my God, that was so easy." I whispered to my friends.

"Yeah, you'd know." Alice rolled her eyes at me and smirked, it was an eerie trait she shared with her cousin.

I glowered at her, "What's that supposed to mean, Alice."

"You know what I mean. You and Edward think you have us fooled, let me tell you something, Swan, you're not fooling anyone. I know about your Facebook chats. You were both online at the same time. Don't tell me I'm not right." Alice's left eyebrow shot up, challenging me to an argument.

I couldn't argue.

I couldn't talk at all. Did Edward know that she knew? Probably not. I guess I suspected as much but figured I was just paranoid.

So much for paranoia.

Rose gave me a pointed look. "Wait, you and Edward? That makes sense, I guess. Better him than my Emmett." Bitch-brow was back with her friend scowl, lovely.

"We're not together, I mean, we've been talking. That's it." I tried to defend myself but really, was there anything to defend?

"Are you girls giving up," Jazz brought us out of our silent conversation, "or do you know what Eddie here has been trying to tell us with his lame caveman drawings?"

"Hey, man, I don't draw like a caveman." Edward defended himself.

"Actually, you kind of do." Alice snickered.

I looked Edward in the eye and said "Facebook". For some reason, this made him blush a deep shade of crimson. I'll have to ask him about that later.

Wow, that is one cute red boy.

Wonder if he's that shade everywhere.

Shut up.

"Ok, so we are clearly kicking your asses." Alice announced cheerfully.

After that, we ended up finishing that round and really kicking the boys' asses. By round two, I was so inebriated, I was blurting out nonsense almost as much as Emmett, some even made him blush. Edward and I had a few moments where we brushed up against each other. That was hot.

At one point, Alice opened a window claiming she was warm. I, on the other hand, was freezing.

"Do you want to borrow my sweater?" Edward asked, seeing that I was clearly freezing my ass off.

"But, won't you be cold?" Are you wearing anything underneath? Can I see your chest?

"No, I'm wearing a tee-shirt, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me." He gave me a crooked smile, making any decision making pointless and dampening my panties in the process.

"Ok." I smiled at him, wide eyed and wet. So wet.

I watched him take off the sweater. Watched as it pulled up the t-shirt he was wearing underneath. Watched the line of soft bronzed colored hair disappear into the elastic of his boxers that were peeking at the top of his straight cut jeans. Watched as he lowered his t-shirt, hiding his firm stomach and happy trail. Watched his face as he smirked at me for looking at him like I wanted to have him for lunch.

"Shit." I liked my lips and felt my skin burn starting at my toes all the way to my ears.

He handed me the sweater, "Here, put it on." Then he lowered his lips near my ear and whispered, "There's nothing sexier than seeing a girl wear my clothes."

Thankfully, there was a seat near me, so I simply held my breath in order to not hyperventilate and sat down.

We moved on to a game of cards, which the boys ended up winning.

By the end of the night, I was pretty plastered so I ended up taking a cab home, refusing a ride with Edward or Emmett since we lived in opposite ends of town. Not to mention that leaving me alone in a small space with Edward would've been a bad idea.

A very bad idea, indeed.

When I got home, I stripped naked and slipped back into Edward's oversized sweater. I swam in it. But he had said for me give it back next time we saw each other, ya know, since it was so cold outside.

Who was I to argue with his logic?

So, at around two a.m., I found myself lying in bed, enveloped by Edward's scent, naked, save for his sweater and horny as hell.

I brought the collar over my nose and inhaled deeply. Heaven. I closed my eyes, imagining him here with me, doing things to my body. Dirty things.

I brought my hands over my breasts, feeling my nipples harden under my touch. God, I was horny. I hadn't had an "O" in so long. I also hadn't felt this turned on in weeks.

I kept one hand over my breast pinching, feeling myself up, thinking only of Edward's lips over my pert breasts, licking and suckling at my nipples.

With my other hand, I traced a line over my abdomen, down to my belly-button, feeling the skin erupt in goose bumps under my touch. I could feel myself become wetter with every motion. My "O" was imminent. I could feel the tightening in my lower belly and I hadn't even touched my pussy yet.

Bringing my hand over my pubic bone, I spread my legs wide, and lowered my hand, brushing my fingers over my clit into my folds. So wet. God, I wanted him. All of him. Any piece he was willing to give me.

Spreading my juices around, I pushed one finger inside of me, then another, while running my thumb over my clit.

Edward occupied my mind as I worked my body conjuring up different images; his chest, his eyes, his smirk. All of him. I could only imagine what his peen looked like.

So good.

So hard.

The tightening in my belly grew exponentially, making me grunt and moan. I didn't care. My "O" was imminent.

Inserting a third finger, pushing deeper into myself and adding pressure onto my clit, I exploded with pleasure. Playing with myself had never felt so good. I could only imagine what it would feel like to have Edward in the room with me, instead of just having his image behind my eyelids.

I lay in my bed for a few minutes, coming down from my orgasmic bliss. I was so wet and thirsty.

Looks like I worked myself until I was parched.

Getting up off of the bed, I almost didn't make it to the kitchen. Good God, my legs were wobbly, my breathing was still uneven and my skin was flush and I had managed to cum in record time. Without Mr. Perfect.

Feeling relaxed to a state of bliss, I took some Tylenol to try to alleviate the unavoidable hangover and drank a glass of water before collapsing into a dreamless sleep.

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