"I'd love to find out if it's really true," Alice said.

"Jessica said it was huge. And "pretty", if you can believe that," Rosalie chimed in.

Bella snorted. "Jessica would say something like that."

Rosalie nodded her head in agreement. "Jessica would also know. She is a bit of a slut."

"God, look at him—the way his uniform fits is just divine," Alice said, sighing and leaning her chin on hands.

The girls were sitting on the bleachers, sizing up the varsity baseball team as they practiced.

"I'll do it," Bella suddenly announced.

Alice and Rosalie looked at Bella in surprise. "Do what?" asked Alice.

Bella glanced up from her homework. "I'll ask him," she replied.

Rosalie regarded her with a look of disbelief. "There is no fucking way you are going to march up to Edward Cullen and ask him if his cock is as big as everyone says it is."

Shrugging, Bella replied, "Why not? What's the worse that can happen? He looks at me as if I'm a complete idiot and tells me to fuck off, or he lets his ego get the better of him, whips it out, and we get our confirmation."

Alice and Rosalie looked at each other and started to laugh. "What's gotten into you Bella?" questioned Alice. "You're not usually so…forward."

"I know. It's just lately I've been feeling…"

Bella paused for a few moments to think. What had gotten into her? For the past few weeks, she'd been feeling rather antsy and a bit… reckless.

And really, really sexually frustrated.

Was that even possible when she'd never even had sex before?

It all started the night she woke up from an extremely erotic dream, featuring none other than Edward Cullen, star second baseman for their high school baseball team.

Only in the world of dreamland would Bella find herself lost and accidentally wandering into the boys' locker room and stumbling across Edward emerging from the community shower, clad only in a white towel. Dripping wet and looking particularly god-like, he smirked when he saw her gawking at him.

"Whatcha looking at, Bella?" Dream Edward asked smugly.

"You, Edward. I'm looking at you," Dream Bella replied confidently.

Dream Edward strode across the locker room, stopping in front of her and reaching his free hand around the back of her neck. He pulled her in for a kiss and just as he dropped his towel, she woke up.

Ever since then, Bella had fantasized about what was hidden behind Dream Edward's towel. That was why she decided to volunteer to take one for the team, even though her motives were purely selfish.

She was shaken from her musings by the sound of Rosalie's voice.

"So are you gonna do it Bella, or not? You'd better hurry, practice just wrapped up."

Bella looked up and observed the team making their way off the field. Scanning the sea of uniforms for Edward, she finally noticed he was still on the diamond, helping the coach remove the bases for storage.

As soon as Edward was finished and making his way toward the school, Bella made her move.

"Wish me luck, girls," she said with a determined look in her eye.

"Good luck!" chanted Alice and Rosalie in unison, shaking their heads at their shy friend's sudden bravado.

Moving quickly, Bella approached Edward. She cut him off right before he was about to enter the door to the gym.

"Hi Edward," Bella said, leaning against the wall, trying to look as sexy as possible.

"Oh hey Bella," Edward answered, frowning a bit at her change in character. Bella Swan was usually a shy, quiet girl, nothing at all like this vixen who was leaning casually against the wall and smiling at him rather seductively.

And he would know, because he secretly watched her every day; he thought she was the prettiest girl in the whole school. He wasn't shy around girls——in fact, he'd slept with several of his classmates— but something about Bella made him feel tongue-tied and nervous.

So he usually avoided her.

But the way she was smiling at him right now—holy shit, that was hot. This could very well be his one chance with her, so he'd better not blow it.

"Hey Bella," he repeated, lowering his voice and flashing his most charming smile. "What's going on? You lost or something?"

Bella's breath hitched a bit when he mentioned the word "lost". They were close to the boys' locker room and visions of wet abs and white towels swirled through her head.

"No, I'm not lost. I was looking for you," she said boldly. Pushing away from the wall, she inched her way toward him.

"Well, you found me," Edward said, suddenly quite flustered at his fantasy girl's approach.

Bella felt like she was going to throw up. She bit her bottom lip and continued before she lost both her nerve and her lunch.

"I've heard something about you and I just wanted to confirm it."

"And what would that be?" Edward found himself moving closer to Bella, pulled in by her dark brown eyes.

This is it, Bella thought. It's now or never.

"Well, rumor has it that…what I mean to say, is that some people have…oh hell, I've heard you have a pretty big dick and I'd like to see it."

All the blood in Edward's body seemed to stop flowing and redirect its course to his groin. He didn't think it was possible to be any harder than he was right now. If Bella were to see his cock right now, she would most definitely have her confirmation—and then some.

An awkward silence followed as the two just stared at each other. Blushing furiously, Bella was suddenly mortified by what she had just said and she willed herself not to cry. Just as she was about to mumble an apology and flee with what little speck of dignity she had left, Edward closed the distance between them.

Edward was standing so close to Bella, close enough for her to feel his body heat, close enough to smell the sweat lingering from his workout. Strangely enough, it didn't gross her out…on the contrary; she found it sexy as hell.

Staring down at her, Edward was also aware of Bella's scent. She smelled sweet; he couldn't identify the aroma, but all he wanted to do was strip her naked and lick her skin.

Reining in his dirty thoughts, Edward broke the tension by speaking first.

"Now Bella, I'm usually not one to drop my drawers on command. But I admire your candor, so maybe, just maybe, I'll let you take a look…under one condition."

Bella pulled herself out of her own wicked thoughts long enough to squeak out, "What condition?"

"Go out on a date with me. And maybe by the end of the evening, I'll let you do more than just have a look," Edward said, smirking suggestively.

"Okay," Bella agreed. But there was still a naughty part of her that wanted a little bit of instant gratification. Swallowing the rest of her inhibitions, she peered up at him through her lashes.

"Well then, since you're gonna make me wait, how about a little touch?"

The sight and sound of Bella Swan asking to touch his dick was enough to shatter what was left of Edward's resolve. Pressing himself against her body, he pushed his erection into her stomach, allowing her to feel just how much she was affecting him. When her hand reached down and palmed him over his uniform pants, he had to pull away or he was going to push her against the wall and fuck the daylights out of her.

Panting and slightly out of breath, both Bella and Edward managed to straighten up and compose themselves. The lust-induced cloud slowly dissipated and they stared at each other in confusion as the gravity of what had just occurred overtook them.

Edward spoke first. "So, um, I'll call you?" He was praying that she would still go out with him after his obnoxious behavior. He would show her that he really was a nice guy and not a total pervert, even though he was dying to squeeze her tits.

"Yeah, sure," Bella answered, staring at the ground, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes. She would tell him that it was all a silly dare and she really didn't want to see his cock, even though it featured prominently in her daydreams.

Bella gave Edward her cell phone number and the two parted, both of them wondering what had just happened and how the hell they were going to face each other again.