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Finally.

It's Friday, the last bell of the day just rang, releasing me from the horrible clutches of high school. I walk out of history, walking up to Bella's locker, smiling at her once she notices me.

"Hi there, handsome." She says, leaning into me, giving me a brief kiss.

We've been hanging out everyday this week. I pick her up for school, we'll smoke before going to class. I'll drive her home, and then usually have to go straight to work after that. Friday's my day off though, so I'm excited to have the chance to hang out with her.

We've bonded a lot over the fact that we smoke weed, and that we both find each other incredibly attractive. The more time I spend with her, and realize what a cool chick she is, the more I want her. Not just sex either, which is typical Edward Cullen style, I actually want to be with her. It's different, but it's really exciting too.

"Hey, baby. I don't have to work today, wanna hang out?" I ask her, watching her as she bites her lip nervously.

"Yeah, we can go to my house if you want. My dad's at work."

Perfect.

We haven't really done much, just a lot of making out, and a couple boob gropes, so I'm excited to get a little alone time with her.

"Sounds good."

We walk out of the school, hand in hand, heading towards my car. We get into the car, driving off towards her house, listening to whatever's playing on the radio. We pull up outside of her house, and climb out of the car. I grab her hand, and she smiles at me, leading me into the house.

We walk into the two story, white house, kicking off our shoes, and walking into the kitchen.

"Do you want a soda or something?" she asks rummaging around her fridge.

"Sure." I say with a shrug, not really caring.

I look over at her, and she appears to be kinda nervous. Before I can ask her if she's alright, she blurts out,

"Edward, what are we doing?"

"What do you mean? We're hanging out." I say, probably like a complete dumbass.

"No, I mean, are we hanging out, or are we dating, or are you just looking to hook up?" she sucks in a breath before continuing. "Because, I really like you, and I don't think I can do this if you're just looking to hook up."

I step closer to her, putting my hands on the counter on either side of her, and looking her dead in the eye.

"I'm not looking to just hook up. I really like you, and I want to see where this goes." I say, leaning my forehead against hers.

"I'd really like that."

She smiles at me, and places her hand on my bicep. I lean my head down, pressing my lips against hers, and kissing her with force. I breathe her in, she smells slightly like lavender and mint, making me want her even more. My tongue passes through her mouth, meeting hers, and tangling together so sweetly.

We break apart, and she moves her hands down my body, smiling up at me.

"Do you want to go up to my room?"

Why yes I do.

"Sure.' I say with a shrug, trying to play it cool.

We head up the stairs, and she opens the door to a neutral colored room, with christmas lights strewn across the room, and several band posters on the walls. I walk over to a bulletin board full of pictures, that must be from when she was in Arizona.

"Do you wanna smoke?" she asks from where she is perched on her bed.

I nod my head, and watch her load a bowl into a blue glass pipe. I sit down next to her, and she hands it to me, going to put a towel under the door and open her window. She hands me a lighter, and sits back down next to me.

"Does your dad know you smoke?" I ask her, after hitting the bowl.

"Yeah, as long as my grades are good, and I stay out of trouble, he doesn't really care. He'll sometimes smoke with me."

"That's pretty cool. My parents probably did when they were younger, but they would never now. I'm the odd child because I smoke and don't do sports."

We smoke the whole bowl, and lay back on her bed, gazing up at the ceiling. I look over at her, she has a splatter of freckles across her nose that I hadn't really noticed before, and she's wearing the hint of a smile.

I roll some I'm hovering over her, and dip my head down to meet hers. She wraps her hands around my neck, pulling me in closer. My hearts racing, and all the blood in my body is flowing to my dick.

Our tongues fight for dominance, and I place my hand on her stomach under her shirt. She breaks us apart, and i'm worried I've gone to far. She sits up slightly, making me sit up, and takes her shirt off.

She's laying back, in just her jeans and a black lace bra, staring up at me with her hair splayed across the bed. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are full of lust.

Nice.

I pull my shirt over my head, so we're at least equal, and her hands immediately make contact with my abs. I lean back down, forcefully kissing her, and running my hand up her body, until I reach her bra.

I tweak her nipple through the lacey material, making her let out a little noise, and me grin through our kiss. I really want to see her tits, so I break apart from our kiss, to unhook her bra. She's obviously not wanting to part, she immediately starts kissing my neck, and sucking on my adams apple, making me groan. My adams apple is definitely one of my weak spots.

She pulls her arms through her bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I bend down, and suck her left nipple into my mouth, gently biting it, while roughly squeezing the other. She grips the back of my hair, arching her back off of the bed, and letting out a breathless moan.

I smile up at her, twirling my tongue around her nipple, and giving it a sweet kiss before moving to her other breast. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I grind my hard on into her. Man, I want this girl bad. She's loving it, I already know she's gonna be great in bed, she has so much spunk and energy.

I'm biting her nipple, and pulling it through my teeth, when off in the distance I hear a door slam.

"Oh my god! My dad must be home early!" She says, while pushing my head off of her chest.

We break apart, her rushing to find her bra, while I put on my shirts.

"Bells, are you home?" A deep voice asks, coming up the stairs.

"Should I hide?" I whisper yell.

Bella just shakes her head no, throwing on her t shirt.

"Yeah, just a sec dad!"

I sit down at her desk, not really knowing what to do. She opens the door, smiling at an older man, that has the same deep brown eyes as Bella, with his hands on his hips.

"Hi daddy! You're home from work early! This is my, uh, friend Edward."

I walk over to the door, smiling nervously at him, and wiping my hands on my jeans.

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Swan. I'm Edward Cullen." I say, sticking my hand out for him to shake,

"You too. You can call me Charlie."

"We were just hanging out, daddy. We're about to watch a movie." Bella says, throwing on an innocent look.

Charlie eyes me when she says that.

"I'm sure you were. This door is to remain open, you understand, young lady?" He says, not taking his eyes off of me the whole time.

"Yes daddy."

With that, Charlie walks away, making me so relieved, and Bella lets out a large breath.

"That was a close one." she says.

All I can really manage to do is nod. I don't know how I'm supposed to keep my hands off of her.

So... What did you think? I'd love to hear from you!