Alright. Let's get on to the happier side of Edward and Bella.

Due to questions asked by some of my curious reviewers, this chapter was born.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight. I own dry blowing.

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I awoke the next morning and the reality of last night hit me in a giddy wave.

I got oral from Edward Cullen.

Woo!

I rolled over smiling, and Edward was still lying next to me asleep.

As I laid there grinning like the o-wave queen, I replayed last night in my head.

Eventually I got up and put on some pants, ready to go downstairs to make breakfast.

Edward came down the stairs about twenty minutes later.

He rubbed his eyes and smiled.

"Whatcha making?"

I shrugged and flipped the toast.

"French toast and bacon sandwiches."

"Sounds good."

I smirked. "We're celebrating."

I could suddenly feel him standing very close behind me.

"What are we celebrating?"

I turned to him and cocked an eyebrow.

"Firsts."

***

Later, Edward sat in my room quietly watching me paint.

I thought it would be awkward or weird or complicated after last night but it wasn't. If anything, without all the tension It was more comfortable

He sat cross legged on the floor and hummed softly every so often. He was writing in a black notebook.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Just something I use to jot down poems and ideas for articles."

I smiled softly. "Poems?"

He nodded and looked down shyly.

"Will you read me one?"

"I don't really…know Bella."

I put the paintbrush down and gave him a playful glare.

"Come on Edward."

He sighed and looked down a this notebook, flipping through it until he came to a page.

Smooth cream skin

Coffee

Bitter

Black

Sweet mouth of

Rose

Spits out thorns

Hips of hold

Hell in your eyes

Heaven in your core

I had never been so turned on in my life. Somehow, I knew it was about me. And it brought out so many feelings in me that I couldn't begin to comprehend.

I spoke softly. "What inspired that?"

His cheeks turned pink, and it made me happy that I wasn't the only one who blushed easily.

"You."

***

The rest of the day we talked and talked. I finally got the courage to ask him about his mother.

"She wants me to be happy. I know she's lonely, but it makes her feel better if she thinks she's not dragging me with her."

"She sounds like a wonderful person Edward."

He smiled but it didn't touch his eyes and he eventually just let it fall.

"She is."

Alice called to say she wouldn't be home for dinner, and not to wait up. Rose and Emmett had left on a plane this morning to go see Rose's grandparents. They would take it better than her parents.

For dinner we ate pizza and it made me smile to think that the last time we did this we hated each other.

We sat in my room and ate. For some reason it seemed to be more comfortable for us to talk here.

I blushed suddenly when I realized I was getting turned on watching him eat pizza.

He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Something interesting Isa?"

I cocked my head at him. No one had ever called me Isa before.

"Nothing at all."

I wanted to ask him. I desperately wanted to ask him.

"Was last night your first time…you know?"

He grinned.

"Did It feel like it was my first time?"

I shook my head.

He smiled even wider.

"It was."

My mouth gaped open.

"But…haven't you? How many girls have you ever slept with?"

"Three."

"And they've never asked you to?"

He shook his head.

"Do they not like intense pleasure?"

He rolled onto his back.

"I guess not."

I sat there in astonishment, wondering who in their right mind wouldn't enjoy that. And then I remembered the question that set off last nights activities.

"Edward Cullen."

"Yes?"

"What in the holy fuck is dry blowing?"

His eyes darkened instantly.

"I can show you better than I can tell you."

I didn't even know what it was. For all I knew it could be code for some s&m kinky shit.

But I was already excited.

He crawled over to where I was sitting very slowly, not stopping until he was positioned over me.

He leaned down to my neck and licked gently on my collar bones before he blew on them lightly.

My breath hitched and I shivered.

He lifted my shirt up until my black bra was exposed.

"It's all about," He gently licked between my breasts, and blew once again. I trembled like the damsel in a cheap novel.

"Anticipation." He said as he licked down to my navel and exhaled.

I could feel fucking Niagara falls pooling between my legs.

He went to pull my pants down for the second time 20 hours. And I was more than willing to never wear pants again.

When he took them off, I thanked God that whatever he was doing involved my clit.

He spread my legs even further and I tried to steady my labored breathing.

Then his mouth was right there, and the panties between my spot and his tongue were infuriating me. This kid didn't hesitate. He was the master of surprise attacks.

I swore right then and there that I would never wear panties. This was torture. Deliciously orgasmic torture, but torture none the less.

He blew directly over my clit, soft at first, then he spread his mouth directly over it and sucked. I could feel it through the thin lace, but it wasn't enough. I needed more.

Then his tongue began doing wonderful things.

And I didn't even care that I had panties on, because I could feel it. And it made me want to worship in the church of Dry Blowing.

I was bucking into his face making unintelligible noises that were supposed to be pleas for him to just fuck me already, but sounded more like a horse dying.

But then he stopped. And only a second later, he was stroking me with those pale piano fingers so hard it felt like he was trying to start a fire.

And he was succeeding.

Then his mouth was back, because of course this was supposed to be dry blowing, not dry fingering.

Which slightly disappointed me.

Then he did the little tongue thing again, and all disappointment left me.

He continued his little ministrations until the fire that had been building in my stomach spread and exploded.

I screamed. I actually screamed.

But he didn't stop. And I thought before was torture, no. This was torture. I tried to wiggle away from his mouth, but then his strong hands grabbed my hips and held me firmly in place. He sucked me through the lace even harder.

The dominating action caused the feeling to take me over and I came again.

I wasted no time. Edward had made me come three times in a little over twenty hours, and while I was bitch, I wasn't a selfish one.

I flipped him over and he was caught off guard until he realized what I was doing.

"Bella, you really don't have toooooo… ungh."

I was doing the little licky blow thing across his chest and it shut him up right quick.

I came to the waistband of his pants, and I made to pull them off.

"Bella-"

I hooked my fingers in the waistband of his pants and yanked them down.

Surprise surprise. Eddy goes commando.

He was in front of me, thick and long and hard.

No matter. Fuck dry blowing. I can give him his right.

Because I may not have gotten oral before last night, but I gave a mean bj.

Jake made sure of that.

And I almost winced because how the fuck could Jake creep into my thoughts while this is happening?

Whatever.

And I plunged in head first. Literally.

He let out a hiss when I firmly wrapped my lips around his length, and I moved up and down slowly, swirling my tongue while I went. He tasted good.

I kept my pace, and I could feel his hand creeping up my neck like he wanted to wrap it in my hair.

But Edward didn't want to disrespect. I almost rolled my eyes, suctioned my lips to the top before I took him out off my mouth with a pop.

"Bella," he whined. And right now whining sounded pretty fucking hot. And I didn't hate it anymore.

I looked up at him.

"Just do it Edward."

And then he put his hand on top of my head and pushed my head down. I liked it. I liked being taken control over, being used like his sex toy. It was hot.

And giving him this pleasure? Hearing the moans and whines melting from his mouth and knowing I was doing that?

It made me pull in some of my better tricks.

I cupped his balls in my hand and squeezed gently.

He let out a low throaty moan.

I sucked harder and harder, licking up and down his shaft and then putting him back in my mouth.

I looked up at him through my lashes, and he was half sitting up, which made his abs look amazing.

He was watching me with eyes that were almost closed, and I licked his tip again.

"Bella, I'm going to-"

That was fine. We'd exchanged bodily fluids before.

He came hard, thrusting and bucking into my mouth, while he held my head firmly, still pushing it up and down.

I licked him through his orgasm, swallowing down his cum, because I knew guys liked that shit.

When I was done I pulled his pants back up, and laid next to him.

"So?" I asked devilishly.

"We obviously learned at the same place."

***

That night while I was in the shower my thoughts of course turned to Edward. He was amazing. And I didn't hate him anymore, obviously.

But not just because of his tongue.

He was a good person. He was funny and smart, We agreed on a lot of things, he had great taste in music. He wrote sexy poems. I was happy I had gotten to know him.

But where did this leave us?

Friends with benefits? I could live with that.

I obviously wasn't ready for another relationship, but he was so good with that mouth that I was seriously reconsidering.

And then I realized with a jolt I hadn't even kissed him yet.

This kid has had his mouth closer to my vagina than anyone I've ever fucked and I hadn't even kissed him yet.

There was something wrong with this.

For now though, I'd be happy with what I had.

Which just happened to be a lot of orgasms.

Which was fine.

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Kind of a pointless chapter, but smut is always fun, so yeah. And it shows that they are actually good friends now.

Very good friends.

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