SONG: The Black Ghosts - Let's Get Physical

Chapter 30

Date

EPOV

"See you tonight." I said, before leaning over and kissing her lips quickly.

It was Friday, after school, and I was parked outside Bella's house. She smiled at me before reluctantly opening the car door and getting out. I sat in my car, watching her as she walked up to her front door, the involuntary smile on my face. I didn't want to leave her so soon, but I was going to see her in a few hours anyway. We were going on a date later on tonight.

We'd been on a few dates already over the past three weeks. The staring at school had almost completely stopped as people were now used to seeing us together as a couple. I walked her to most of her classes, and she sat next to me during lunch sometimes, instead of sitting next to Alice. We had a little routine. Every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, I would pick her up and drop her home from school, while on Tuesdays and Thursdays she would pick me up and drop me home in her truck. I hated riding in her truck, it was so damn slow, but she had insisted on driving it on Tuesdays and Thursdays because she said that she would hardly be using it if I picked her up for school every day.

After school, I would either go to her house or she would come to mine. At mine, we'd just hang out, mostly in the living room with Jazz and Rose and sometimes Emmett or Alice would come over too. If we had biology homework we'd go in Carlisle's office and work on it in there. However, I noticed that we hardly ever stayed in my room when Bella came over. She always seemed hesitant to, or she would make an excuse not to and she'd only been in my room a few times. I was really curious as to why this was, but I didn't ask her. Maybe it made her uncomfortable to have everyone able to see and hear us if we were in my room together. One of Carlisle and Esme's rules was that we had to keep the bedroom door open, whenever we were in our room with a 'guest' – for obvious reasons. Of course, Bella and I weren't anywhere near that stage yet. All we'd done so far was make out.

I preferred going over to her house. Her dad was always at work and didn't finish until ten and we had a lot of privacy. We would hang out there too, just watching TV and talking, sometimes we would cook something together in the kitchen. She was never hesitant about going into her room with me at her house, so I figured that it was likely that she wasn't comfortable with being in my room or something. We made out a lot more at her house than we did at mine, because we had more time alone, and every time I left her house, my dick would be so hard that I would have to jerk off as soon as I got back to my room.

The phone conversations we had didn't help my situation either. I mean, we didn't talk dirty to each other or anything, we just had regular conversations. But I don't know, I guess my mind was always in the gutter because I always found myself with a hard on whenever I spoke to her on the phone. Her voice was just so sweet and soft, and she had to speak low because she sometimes didn't know if her dad was awake or not, so it was unintentionally seductive. Not to mention the way she said my name...

I drove very quickly back to my house after dropping her home. She didn't like me driving fast so I tried not to, whenever I was with her. I was going to pick her up at eight and take her to dinner in La Bella Italia in Port Angeles. I had no idea where to take her after dinner though and decided I'd just be spontaneous and decide where to go during or after dinner.

I took a long, hot shower, then got out and started deliberating about what to wear. When we had gone out before, it had been to somewhere fairly casual, the movie theatre, bowling; a small pizza place in Port Angeles. But the restaurant we were going to was kind of posh. I'd looked through the windows a few times, and all the guys were usually dressed in shirts and ties when eating there. I had told Bella to dress up a little too but she didn't know where we were going.

I had a couple of dressy shirts that I had bought for special occasions, but I had never worn them because, I don't know, I just didn't feel right in them. I sighed as I took out a silky, black button down shirt, black pants and my black Gucci shoes that my mom had gotten me and that I'd also never worn. I quickly went into Carlisle and Esme's room and borrowed a silk, bright royal blue tie from Carlisle. I checked myself in the mirror and decided I didn't look too bad, sprayed on some more of my cologne, – I put on a little more than I used to these days, since I found out that Bella liked it – grabbed my black leather jacket, my keys and wallet, and walked down the stairs.

"Whoa, check out Mr Bond coming down the stairs!" Emmet said loudly.

I groaned internally. This was going to be embarrassing.

Jazz turned to look at me from where they were sitting in the living room.

He snickered. "Where are you going man? To see the fucking Queen of England?"

I could feel my face growing hot as he and Emmett laughed.

"What, is it too much?" I asked, nervously glancing down at my outfit again, "I'm taking Bella to that Italian restaurant, you know, the one in Port Angeles."

"Dude, you are totally into Bella Swan!" Emmett said incredulously, "I mean, she's got you taking her to expensive restaurants and dressing like a fucking...I don't know, and picking her up for school –"

"Yeah, and he's got the right idea of how to treat a lady." Rosalie said, walking into the living room, "Unlike some assholes." She shot a pointed glare at Emmett, who grimaced. "You look nice Ed, don't listen to him."

"Thanks Rose." I said, slightly surprised that she was being nice to me for once. She still had been a little resentful towards me because of the Tanya situation.

"Yeah Ed, you look good." Jazz said, "Em's right though, it's kind of obvious. You are totally falling for Bella Swan."

Jazz's words rang through my head as I drove over to Bella's house, 'You are totally falling for Bella Swan.' Was he right? Was I falling for her? Falling in love with her? It was true that I'd never done any of the stuff I did for Bella for any other girl. Nor had I ever thought about another girl, or wanted to constantly be around another girl as much as I did with Bella. I tried to stop thinking about it because it was making me nervous, I mean, liking someone and being in love with them were on totally different levels. What if she didn't love me back? I suddenly thought. And then I mentally scolded myself because I was being ridiculous, I mean, I didn't even know whether I was falling in love with her myself.

I knocked on her front door, my stomach suddenly twisting in knots, and waited for her to answer it. She took a while to answer, which was a little unusual. When she finally opened the door and stood before me, I swear my heart sputtered as my jaw dropped in amazement.

She was wearing a short, royal blue dress; the sleeves were slightly off the shoulder, highlighting her delicate neck and collarbones. The dress was also pretty low cut, showing a perfect amount of cleavage, and she was wearing some heels, making her slender legs look longer. Her hair was curled, big loose curls hung around her shoulders and she had a cute little blue headband pushing them a little back, off her face. She had blue make up around her gorgeous brown eyes and sparkly silver earrings dangled from her ears. Her full lips were pale pink and shiny as always, as she smiled shyly at me, her face turning pink.

"Bella, wow, you look...you look...amazing." I stuttered.

She blushed harder.

"Thank you." She said.

Her eyes roamed my outfit and they widened momentarily, before she looked up and said,

"Wow, you look amazing too. And look," she lifted my tie, which was coincidentally the same colour as her dress, "We match."

I grinned at her and held my arm out for her to take and we walked over to my car.

We reached the restaurant and she turned to me, surprised.

"Edward, we're coming here?"

I smiled, "Well yeah, what do you think we got all dressed up for?"

"But the food at this place is so expensive!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Are you coming in, or are you just going to stand outside yapping about how expensive the place is, all evening?"

She smiled.

"Thank you." She said.

We got inside and the place was quite full, and we had to wait a little to get a table. I regretted not making reservations like Carlisle had told me to. Finally there was an available table for us and the hostess led us over to it, smiling at me a little more than was necessary.

"Your waiter will be over in a minute." She said, and I didn't miss the fact that she was only speaking to me when she said it.

I also didn't miss the glare Bella shot her, and I snickered quietly.

The waiter bugged me.

"Good evening," he said to Bella, in a questionable Italian accent, "What can I get for you beautiful lady?"

Bella giggled, blushing, and my jaw tightened a little.

"Um, can I get this one?" She said, pointing at something on the menu.

"Of course darling! May I have the pleasure of knowing the name of this stunning lady before me?" he asked her.

I drummed my fingers on the table, scowling.

Bella giggled again. "My name is Bella, coincidentally."

The waiter's eyes widened dramatically. I rolled my eyes.

"Really? Bella! A very fitting name! Your parents are clever people."

He took Bella's hand and kissed it.

I decided that this guy was going a little too far now. He was really pissing me off. I cleared my throat noisily and he turned to me reluctantly.

"I didn't know your job entailed hitting on other people's girlfriends right in front of them." I said icily, my eyes narrowed.

"My apologies sir." He said quickly, "I did not mean to offend you. You are very lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend."

Ass kisser.

"I know that. Now, can you hurry up with our orders?"

He hurried away quickly.

"Asshole." I muttered, "If he thinks he's getting a big tip from me now, he can kiss my ass."

I looked up and Bella was staring at me, a strange expression on her face.

"What?" I asked her.

"You just...you just called me your girlfriend." She said.

I raised my eyebrow.

"Am I? I mean, am I your girlfriend?" She questioned, tilting her head a little as she looked at me.

Shit. It was a little presumptuous of me to assume that she was.

"Err, well, only if you want to be." I said quickly, looking at the table.

She was silent, so I looked up at her, to find her grinning widely at me.

"Of course I want to be." She said, faintly flushing.

We finished our meal and I smirked as I gave the waiter the bare minimum amount I had to tip. Afterwards Bella and I walked along the waterfront, taking in the sights.

"Port Angeles is really pretty at night." She commented.

She started shivering after a while and I wrapped my jacket around her shoulders. She put her arms in the sleeves, which were way too big for her, and inhaled my jacket.

"Mmmm, this smells gorgeous. It's your cologne mixed with leather."

We stood at the waterfront, I stood behind her, my arms wrapped around her waist, and we watched the boats; like my mom and I used to do when I was younger. After a while I whispered to her,

"So where do you want to go now?"

"I don't know; I'm kind of tired after all that food." She said.

"Ok, I'll take you home."

I parked in her driveway, and leaned forward to give her a goodnight kiss when she said,

"Aren't you coming in?"

I hesitated. It was past ten which meant that her dad would be home soon and I hadn't met him yet, and to be honest, I wasn't sure if I was ready to meet him yet. Bella saw me hesitating and smiled.

"My dad does the night shift on Fridays. He won't be home until seven tomorrow morning." She said.

I breathed a sigh of relief at that and she chuckled.

We got in her house and she started heading straight upstairs. I stood at the foot of the stairs confused, wondering if she wanted me to follow her or not. She glanced over her shoulder at me.

"Are you coming or are you just going to stand there all night thinking about whether to come to my room or not." She said playfully, her eyebrow raised.

I rolled my eyes at her, grinning, and followed her up the stairs to her bedroom. I sat on the edge of her bed and she went into the bathroom to change out of her clothes. She came back into the room a while later, wearing her sweatpants and white t shirt that she usually wore around the house. She raised an eyebrow at me when she saw me sitting stiffly at the edge of her bed.

"You can get comfortable you know; my bed doesn't bite."

I removed my shoes and tie and unbuttoned the first two buttons on my shirt. She rolled her eyes at me and came to stand in front of me. She unbuttoned all of the buttons on the shirt and pulled it off me. I gaped at her, stunned. What was she doing?

"Take off your pants." She ordered, and my jaw dropped as I stared at her.

Did she really want to...?

She smirked at me teasingly. "Relax Edward, I only want you to remove your clothes because, well, it would be uncomfortable for you to lie in them wouldn't it?"

I nodded, still slightly stunned by her boldness. I removed my pants and was just left standing in the white t shirt I wore under my black shirt, my boxers and my socks. She climbed onto her bed and got underneath the covers. I stood in front of the bed watching her.

She sighed. "God Edward, will you just get into bed with me?" she turned a bright shade of red as she realised how her words sounded.

"I mean, come and lie down with me." She mumbled.

So I got under her covers with her.

We both lay on our sides, facing each other, and we just talked. We talked about everything from music to favourite brands of toothpaste to least favourite colours. I had my hand on her waist and was stroking it absently as we spoke, trailing my fingers up and down the curve. She sighed slowly and looked up at my face, gazing into my eyes.

"What's wrong?" I asked her.

"Nothing." She whispered, "It's just...your fingers, doing that to my waist...it...it feels really good." She sighed again.

My dick twitched.

Shit. Getting aroused while lying like this with her was not a good idea. I had managed so far to keep my mind clean; even though it was really difficult considering that we were lying together in a bed. And now she just set me off with that comment.

"How old were you when you had your first kiss?" she asked, looking up into my eyes again.

"Fifteen." I told her, "You?"

"Fifteen?" she said, surprised, "I would have never thought it. I was thirteen."

Now it was my turn to be surprised.

"Thirteen? With who?"

She chuckled. "Some guy in my school back in Phoenix. Jess, his name was. He kissed me on my last day at school. The day before I moved to forks. He told me that he'd liked me all that time but was too shy to tell me. Then he kissed me, just like that, and said goodbye and walked away. And I was left thinking, what the hell just happened here?"

I chuckled.

"So how come your first kiss was at fifteen?" she asked.

"Coz that's the age I had my first girlfriend. Stacey Lockwood, her name was. I didn't, you know, date many girls back in Seattle."

"How many girlfriends did you have?"

My face heated up a little. "Just Stacey. And I only dated her for a few months."

She was silent for a while.

"So...so...how old were you when you first...you know...had sex." She mumbled, and I could feel the heat radiating from her face.

"Sixteen. With Stacey. In fact, she was the only girl I'd ever, you know, slept with....until Tanya." I mentally kicked myself for bringing Tanya up. How stupid was that?

She was silent again.

"So... how old were you? You know, when you –" I asked.

"I haven't." She said, cutting me off.

I had no right to be, but I was pleased to hear that. I hated the thought of some other guy sleeping with her.

"But I have....had an orgasm before." I could see that even her arms were pink and she hid her face in my chest.

And I really did not need to hear her saying that. The images of her it brought up in my head instantly made me hard. I moved my hips back, slightly away from her as I didn't want her to accidently brush against my erection. That would be asking for trouble.

"I did it myself I...you know...I was...playing..."

Fuck.

I had to restrain myself from groaning as I heard her say that. My dick was rock hard now; the image of Bella pleasuring herself was etched in my brain. I stopped stroking her waist and couldn't help gripping it tightly instead. She looked up at me through her lashes.

"What about you? Do you ever...touch yourself?"

Yes! I thought. Yes I do, and I want to fucking touch myself right now because of you.

"Sometimes." I said instead.

She took a deep, shaky breath. She wriggled closer to me, getting dangerously close to my erection, and lifted her leg and placed it on my hip. Was she teasing me on purpose? Because it certainly seemed like it. I glanced down at her, and –

Shit!

I could see her nipple, erect, poking through her thin t shirt.

I couldn't help it this time. I groaned softly, closing my eyes.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

I sighed. "You're making me so fucking horny right now."

She flushed, her eyes widening slightly. "Oh. I'm sorry."

I snickered. "What are you apologizing for? It's not your fault...unless you're doing it on purpose..." I said, my eyebrow raised.

She blushed again, ducking her head to hide her face again. But I had already seen her blush and I knew.

"I thought you were." I said smirking.

I lifted her chin up, and kissed her. I was too aroused to start off slowly. My mouth moved fast against hers, sucking her lips and I brought my tongue out and darted it into her mouth. Her hand went to the back of my neck, stroking my hair and my hand went to her hip, grabbing it and pulling her close against me. So close that her hot crotch was touching my dick. I shifted my hips against her as we kissed, rubbing my throbbing erection in between her legs. She moaned; a deep sensual moan, and my hips automatically started moving faster against her. My eyes rolled back a little in my head at the sensation. It felt so fucking good. She took my hand from her hip and placed it on her breast, and I groaned. It was firm and round, and the perfect size for my hand. Her nipple was hard too. I squeezed her breast and stroked her nipple with my thumb, while still rubbing myself against her and kissing her fervently. I could feel that slight tightening sensation, letting me know that I needed to stop soon or I was going to jizz in my boxers. It was really hard, painfully hard to stop. But I did. Bella groaned when I did.

"Why did you stop?" She asked breathlessly.

"The same reason I always have to stop." I replied, equally breathless.

She pouted, and I had to close my eyes.

"Why don't you just let yourself cum?" she asked.

"Because I don't want to have to walk around with soiled boxers. It's gross, not to mention uncomfortable and embarrassing.

She giggled.

"Next time bring spare ones." She said.

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