Okay, first off I love my reviewers.

Especially those who pimp me on Twitter. (MamaTwi)

And thank you, thank you thank you to Alma Rebelde, who wrote me some long ass reviews. I'm sorry for your loss, and I hope I capture the essence right in the story.

OH! And if you haven't already, just make sure you check out 'Shampoos&Shaves' by flplmtree. I've only read the first three chapters, because my family hates my life, but I'm already hooked, and I just need to finish it already! : )

Okay, so onward to Bella and Edward amazingnesss.

*WARNING* Horny fan girls, today is your day.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own firsts.

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The next week was weird and fun at the same time.

Monday, we lounged around at home, swimming in uncharted territory as we tried to get to know each other without insults. Although I couldn't help but sneak In a few homo jokes when he told me he took three years of Ballet.

Which led to him asking me if I had take woodshop.

Jack ass.

On Tuesday, we were more comfortable with each other and Edward accompanied me to clean up the studio. He seemed to like my pieces, especially the one of my earliest, just a night sky in Phoenix.

He directed a burning gaze towards me. "You're very talented, you know."

I smiled. "So are you, Beethoven."

He smiled crookedly, and event though it made his face look deformed, it was kind of cute now too.

After I had finished up in the studio, we went to lunch.

As I ate my double cheese, double bacon burger, Edward ate a grilled chicken sandwich.

I laughed when we began eating. "We really are the homo and the butch."

He snorted and started eating.

Halfway through the meal he looked up at me somewhat perturbed.

"We never started our game, Bella!"

I nodded. "Okay then," I said, mouth full of burger. "Go ahead."

"Okay: Threesome."

My eyes widened. "You don't play around, do you?"

He grinned.

"No, you sicko, I've never had one."

"Okay."

"Hicky."

"Seventh grade, Tawny Erick's basement, my mom saw it, and instead of grounding me for a week, she asked if it was at least good."

Edward threw his head back and let out a laugh that made me shivers run down my spine and make a 180 directly into my throbbing pus-.

My mental self cleared her throat.

"First kiss."

"Sixth grade, on the playground, Hector Alvarez. He slobbered on my face."

And so on, and so forth. We sat at the diner for at least two hours while he asked about Phoenix, and how many boyfriends I've had (4), how many pets, (2), and it was fun.

When we paid the check and got in his car I decided it was my turn.

"Threesome?"

He turned red.

"No."

I looked at him, mouth wide open.

"You lie!"

He laughed and ran a hand through his hair. "Well, it's a funny story actually…"

"If it involves blonde twins with lesbian incest fetishes and double d's I don't want to know."

He snorted. "No, not quite."

"Brunette twins with lesbian incest fetishes and double d's?"

He rolled his eyes. "I was supposed to double team a girl with a buddy in college. At the last second, I couldn't do it. There was no way I could stay hard with some other naked guy in the room."

When I stopped laughing he glared at me.

"Hey, you asked me too remember?"

We kept playing the game as we drove, and there was only a ridiculous moment of sexual tension.

He asked, "Obsession?"

"First obsession? Panties. First pair I ever bought, lacy, firetruck red, cheekies."

I looked over at him when he didn't say anything and noticed him shifting uncomfortably. I didn't look at his lap, because then nothing would stop me from raping him hardcore in this car.

As the days progressed I was growing increasingly more and more turned on by him. And it wasn't helping that the man had some kind of penile dysfunction that made him get hard in under 2.5 seconds.

Damn his libido.

When we got home, I went upstairs to shower and change.

I heard piano playing when I got out and I followed the music to just outside his door.

I decided, hey, what the hell? And I walked in. He looked up, the music never stopping and smiled at me.

My heart skipped.

The music he was playing was so beautiful. It was light and dark, funny and serious, magic. It sounded a lot like love.

I sat down next to him on the bench and watched as he played.

I listened to his beautiful music for an hour, hoping that some day I'd find a man who inspired that in me.

***

The week went on. Edward and I played our game almost every night, and the sexual frustration was growing, more and more.

Jasper came around for dinner almost every night and him, Edward and Emmett were quickly becoming best friends.

I was getting to know the real Edward, and I liked it.

Saturday night he burst into my room, eyes wild.

"I got the job, Bella! I got it!"

I jumped up from my bed, squealing excitedly like Alice and launched myself into his arms.

The moment when the hug became charged with a different kind of…energy was almost clearly visible.

I was looking into his eyes, he was looking into mine, and I thought, 'he's going to kiss me'. And I was happy, but somewhat confused.

The air between us had been growing more and more hot and heavy and now it was finally boiling to a head.

And then Alice walked into my room and Edward abruptly let me go.

Fuck you, Alice. Fuck. You.

She cocked an eyebrow and smiled smugly.

"Celebrating are we?"

I cleared my throat loudly. "Yeah, well, he got the job, so…"

He put his hand behind his head, "Yeah."

"When do you start, Edward?"

"In two weeks."

"Good for you."

Alice watched all of this with a grin on her face. "Ain't sexual awkwardness great?"

And she walked out.

The moment was ruined, so I put some music on and we played our game.

"First time?"

"Senior year. Jacob. We started dating when I turned twenty."

"One night stand?"

"Four months ago. After Jake. Tyler."

I cringed. The memory still disgusted me.

And so we went on, into the late hours of the night. I woke up, and Edward was still laying next to me, mouth open, very asleep.

I grinned.

I could get used to this.

***

And so another week passed, and our questions weren't just about 'firsts' anymore, but just random questions in general.

I learned that he had decided to be a writer in seventh grade because of his English teacher. He had had three girlfriends, all of them had dumped him. His first time had been Junior year. He'd never been drunk, and he'd never done drugs. His mother only wanted one son, but Alice was like her daughter. His uncle Carlisle was like a father, and he loved him like one.

One night, when we were playing the firsts game, and the sexual air was particularly thick, I asked him if he'd like to try a smoke with me. One of his firsts.

He looked at me warily, before deciding, "Why not?"

I walked over to my purse and grabbed the little carton and the lighter.

"Not inside the room, Alice would never forgive me."

We sat on the window seat and I swung the window open. The view was beautiful, the park that was our backyard, while the milky light from the moon reflected in the pool that looked like a small lake..

The moon was gigantic, and full and it cast an eerie other worldly glow on us as we sat facing each other on the window seat while I pulled out two cigarettes.

I hoped he would cough. It would make my day.

I lit mine and leaned out the window, inhaling deeply.

I handed him the lighter, and watched him expectantly. He leaned out the window, and pulled in deeply. His eyes bugged, but he didn't cough.

Damn.

"You're just good at everything aren't you?"

He waggled his eyebrows like a silent movie villain.

"More things than you imagine. Or maybe you have."

The sex elephant in the room grew as big as a house.

I didn't say anything, and we just leaned out the window, looking at the moon and not talking.

He turned to me.

"Okay. What's your favorite color?"

I smiled. He hadn't asked this one yet. "Green."

He grinned.

"Socks?"

"Knee highs."

He turned to me eagerly, pulling on the cigarette.

"Drink?"

"Grape soda."

"Sexual favor?"

My heart automatically started racing in my chest.

I had no idea how to put this. At all.

"What…do you mean?"

"Oral? Hand action? Dry blowing." He smiled lazily.

Fuck. How could I even…begin to…shit.

"Well…I've never done any of those." I winced. God, how ridiculous.

His jaw dropped.

"How many guys have you slept with again?"

"Five."

"And none of them ever…tried to…you know?"

I shook my head and stamped my cigarette out on the windowsill, dropping it into the bushes below. I didn't meet his gaze.

"Have you ever had an orgasm?

I laughed. "Of course! I mean, none of those guys were the best in bed but I found ways to…get the seesaw going."

"But you've never been…eaten out?"

I shook my head again.

I turned warily to look at him and there was an unexpected jolt between my legs when I saw him. His eyes were heavily lidded and dark. I could see a slight blush on his cheeks. He stamped out his cigarette and stood abruptly.

"On the bed. Now."

I felt my jaw drop.

"What?"

"You helped me with one of my firsts. I'll be damned if you don't get yours."

My jaw fell even lower if possible.

"But…But Edward…I." I stammered nervously.

He looked at me closely.

"Yes?"

It wasn't that I didn't want to. And things most definitely were not moving too fast. At all. The sexual tension between us was painful, and right now, a release seemed like a good idea. So, I couldn't even argue. I'd throw caution to the winds.

I stood and walked over to my canopy. The eerie glow from the moon was the only light in my room. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Edward walked over and stood in front of me.

His eyes were smoldering with lust even in the dim light. I could see his thick hard on through his thin sweats.

He dropped to his knees.

"Bella, I'm going to help you with one of your firsts."

And then he gently pushed my shoulders back so I fell onto my back on the bed.

My heart was beating so fast, pulsing in time with the hot ache that seemed to be concentrating between my legs. It was anticipation of the unknown.

I was scared and excited, but for once I didn't fucking hate the uncertain. I embraced it.

I gasped as he yanked my sweats and panties down in one fell swoop.

I sensed him suddenly stopping. I looked up suddenly. My lacy blue panties were clenched in his fist.

I grinned. "Would you like to borrow them?" Instead of him scoffing, his eyes grew impossibly darker.

I was surprised that instead of being uncomfortable being so exposed, I felt…sexy. He was looking at me like I was a goddess, set before him for his enjoyment.

He growled. "Shut up, Bella."

He yanked me roughly so my ass was hanging off the bed. I fell back quickly.

I'd read enough tawdry romance novels to know that the man would tease his lover, 'kiss the entire inside of her leg before he gently worshipped her sex with his caressing tongue'.

Let me just tell you Edward would never be a main character in those novels.

He didn't do any of that cheesy taunting shit. One second, my stomach was tensed in anticipation, the next, Edwards tongue was licking long strokes up and down my pussy.

I gasped out loud, and he didn't stop. He did it hard. Teasing my entrance with his snaky tongue while he swirled in delicious patterns up my slit.

Nothing was under my control anymore. The moans and whines escaping my mouth weren't mine. They were his.

My hands traveled down of their own accord to fist in his hair.

He made his tongue flat and wide so he could lap me up, and the man was a fucking criminal.

I almost screamed. His tongue was doing a tap dance across my clit now and my hips bucked as I pulled his hair so hard it hurt me.

The man wasn't fucking around. He wasn't into teasing and shit.

His mouth suddenly placed itself directly against my clit while he sucked with so much force I whimpered. The whole time he was sucking, he was swirling his tongue quickly around my nerves like a champ.

I could feel it building. Some sort of thunder storm in the pit of my stomach. I was gently thrusting my hips into his face as he licked harder, sucked harder, and fuck.

He separated his mouth from me and licked me up in one long stroke.

"This is what you should be getting."

He attached his lips to my clit once again and flicked his tongue over it quickly.

I propped up on my elbows through my lust induced haze and came undone at the sight before me. Edward's smoking green eyes were looking up at me while his mouth worked me over. The bronze head nestled between my legs was the most erotic thing I'd ever seen.

I came so hard the bed shook.

One long, low moan slipped past my lips while I clenched my fists in his hair and arched my back off the bed so hard I felt like a gymnast.

The man made me flexible.

I lay back, panting, trying to catch my breath. He licked me once more before he slid my panties back on.

I lifted my hips so he could get them on easily.

I lay there, like a paralyzed son of a bitch and stared at the top of my canopy bed dumbly with my mouth wide open.

From beside me Edward spoke.

"Was it… umm…did you like it?"

He sounded timid. I couldn't believe the man who had just given me oral like it was his job was trying to be timid.

I turned my head to face him.

"Just tell me at what school you learned that."

He chuckled and put his hands behind his head, humming softly.

I drifted off to sleep, floating on my happy orgasm cloud to heaven.

Bliss.

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